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ausetkmt · 2 years ago

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Port-au-Prince is as violent as it has ever been, but for two weeks now the fear has also flowed in a different direction — thanks to a phenomenon known as "Bwa Kale."

"Bwa Kale" literally means "peeled wood" in Haitian Creole. It's also a metaphor for an act of swift justice.

While gang members continue their depredations in the east end of the Haitian capital, in other parts they have been forced to flee. Many have been lynched or summarily executed following capture by groups of citizens, sometimes acting alongside police.

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Bwa Kale messages and memes are everywhere on Haitian social media, and recording artists like Tony Mix have put out tracks promoting the trend. There is even a Bwa Kale dance.

While many have reservations about the movement and where it might lead, large numbers of ordinary Haitians seem to have found a kind of joyous release in turning the tables on their tormentors.

Burned alive

A spontaneous event on April 24 appears to have been the catalyst for the movement. Police in the Canape Vert area of Port-au-Prince intercepted 13 or 14 members of a gang travelling on a minibus to join with an allied gang in the Dubussy district.

"This party didn't have any long guns with them," said Louis-Henri Mars, director of the Haitian peacebuilding non-profit Lakou Lape. "They only had pistols in their rucksacks, and when they were stopped, the police disarmed them."

A crowd quickly gathered at the scene.

"The police felt the pressure, or they felt threatened by the crowd, and they released those guys to die basically," said Mars. "And the crowd stoned them and burned them to death, and this was the start of it."

Cell videos from the scene show Haitian police holding a group of young men on the ground while civilians pelt them with rocks. Tires are piled over them. Other videos show the men on fire and display their charred remains.

"It dispelled the myth of their invincibility," said Mars. The next day, he added, "the group that they were going to meet in Dubussy was also attacked by the population with the police.

"They scrambled out of where they were and they were pursued and, one by one, killed. Some of them were lucky to get arrested and brought to the police station."

Calls for an "Operasyon File Manchet" (Operation Sharpen Machete) began to circulate on social media in Haiti on April 25. Some evangelical churches also spread the message.

"And so this has created a whole movement all over the city and even the country," said Mars, "a movement of the police in front and the people behind."

A fever of revenge

Subsequent days saw many districts of Port-au-Prince move to a war footing. When gangs entered a neighbourhood, people banged pots and pans to alert neighbours. Most neighbourhoods had just a few handguns to defend themselves from gangs armed with automatic rifles, but civilians took potshots and threw rocks from rooftops. Some were able to repel gang invasions.

Crowds went on the offensive, using their numbers to overwhelm gang safe houses, drag suspected gang members out of police stations and kill them in the street.

The anger in the videos is palpable. Haitian gangs have raped women and girls on a massive scale. They routinely kidnap children and use torture against kidnap victims. They have ruthlessly extorted even the poorest families.

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In some instances, gang members have been made to confess to crimes or gang affiliations on video. Many are burned using tires — often while still alive.

Burning with tires is a practice that goes back to the era of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide. It's also meant as retaliation in kind against gang members who have taunted police with videos of indignities done to the bodies of slain officers. Many Haitians involved in Bwa Kale have also shared images of a young man who was burned to death with a tire by criminals for refusing to join their gang.

Governments reduced to spectators

"Canada is deeply concerned by the recent population movement and escalation of violence in Haiti stemming from the increase of killings and executions committed by criminal actors," a spokesperson for Global Affairs told CBC News, adding that Canada's focus is on "bolstering the capabilities of the Haitian National Police in the immediate term."

Haiti's Prime Minister Ariel Henry expressed disapproval of the Bwa Kale movement in his May Day speech.

"The insecurity we live in is appalling," he said. "But don't let bad plans make us play sordid games."

"I ask my compatriots, whatever they may have suffered at the hands of the bandits, to remain calm," he said, adding that Haitians should help police by giving information about suspicious people in their neighbourhoods.

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But under Bwa Kale, cooperating with the police goes well beyond giving out tips. Abundant cell phone footage from Port-au-Prince shows police and civilians engaging together in street battles with gang members.

Cooperation between civilians and police is sometimes so close, it completely cuts out the Haitian government.

One neighbourhood's battle

Laboule and neighbouring Thomassin are well-to-do outlying suburbs of Port-au-Prince. In the small Laboule 12 enclave, a gang led by Ti Makak (Little Monkey) killed three police officers last September and a few weeks later ambushed and killed the district's most prominent resident, former presidential candidate Eric Jean Baptiste, together with his bodyguard.

"They started terrorizing the population, killing, shooting, raping, kidnapping, ransoming," the organizer of Laboule 12's self-defence group told CBC News. CBC is not identifying him due to the threat of gang retribution. He said he barely survived an ambush when gunfire struck the bulletproof windshield of his car.

The resident, a lawyer, said the community petitioned the government for help for months before taking matters into its own hands.

"It's as if the government is benefiting from the fact that this country is in limbo," he said. "They still get paid, they're buying brand new 2023 Land Cruisers for government officials. They're running with high security, they are safe, and the rest of the people [are] just abandoned."

He described how his group reached a deal with a local police inspector — they fixed a broken Canadian-made armoured vehicle for about $32,000 US in exchange for a police commitment to use it to defend their neighbourhood.

'It's horrific'

The group also hired private security to guard the approaches to the neighborhood.

A video the group shared showed a civilian checkpoint overlooking a footpath into the Laboule 12. People can be seen fleeing uphill from another neighbourhood, where automatic rifle fire can be heard. A man armed with an AR-15 rifle questions the refugees and makes them raise their shirts to show they are unarmed.

The group also rented pickup trucks to conduct surveillance and prepare ambushes. It all led up to what the resident called a "surge" operation that saw Ti Makak and his brother fatally wounded.

The unnamed resident estimates that at least 50 alleged bandits have been killed in his area since then.

"With that surge the entire population started to say that they had enough," he said. Ti Makak's death "emboldened some of them and they started going after (gang members) and tracking them. Soon it was the majority of the people against the gang and they started killing them.

"As a lawyer myself, it pains me to say, but there were, there was a bunch of summary executions … They were stoned to death and burned with tires, some of them even alive. It's horrific."

CBC News saw video that showed an accused gang member in Thomassin being stoned and burned in a fire.

"We've put back security on some of the territories we lost," said the resident. "So there's a sense of relief even though there's trauma.

"You start to see people coming back, coming out and starting walking again. You have some local shops that are reopening slowly. It's a slow movement, but there's a huge relief."

Innocents caught up

But as with all mob violence, this vigilante movement has claimed some innocent victims.

Police officer Emmanuel Derilien was lynched in St-Louis-Du-Nord on Monday when he was mistaken for a gang member after he shot and wounded two people in an altercation.

Crowds can quickly surround an unfamiliar face and sometimes don't give strangers a chance to justify their presence.

Though it's supportive of police, the Bwa Kale movement appears to pose a threat to the unpopular Ariel Henry government and to undermine Haiti's standing among the nations that back it, including Canada.

Most Haitians see the ruling Pati Ayisyen Tet Kale (Haitian Bald Head Party) as not only ineffective in fighting the gangs but as an accomplice of them — a conclusion supported by human rights groups.

"Whatever Ariel Henry is saying is not going to be listened to by the population because he and his government have not been able to to defend them," said Mars.

"The police, the street officers at least, have suffered quite a bit at the hands of the gangs who've been killing them, and hiding and destroying the bodies of those they kill so that their families would not be able to give them proper burial. So the street officers are also in a lot of ways taking things into their own hands."

New leaders rising

The wave of vigilantism in Haiti is bringing new leaders to the fore, such as Jean-Ernest Muscadin, the "komise" of Miragoane (a role somewhat like a district attorney).

A lanky man of serious demeanour who wears body armour to work and carries a rifle, Muscadin has become a star of Haiti's raucous citizen media channels for making his district an island of relative safety in a sea of chaos.

"I am a missionary. I came to restore order," Muscadin told Haitian reporters recently, adding the state gives him nothing beyond his salary of $445 a month.

Everything else "comes from the diaspora," he said. "You can't talk about the state. The state cannot help itself."

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Haitian-Canadians based in Montreal formed a group called the Alexandre Petion Collective which has provided Muscadin with drones, fuel for vehicles and other assistance.

"We are marching with him 100 per cent. He is our inspiration for our collective and the whole Bwa Kale movement in Haiti," a member of the collective told CBC News. (CBC is not identifying this person either, due to the risk of gang retribution; they travel to and from Haiti regularly.)

Muscadin reportedly maintains rigorous control over people and goods moving through his area. Gang members captured in Miragoane can expect to be "shot while trying to escape."

"All revolutions have the potential of birthing that kind of leadership" said Mars. "And sometimes this is dangerous also because you don't know who, when and where and what kind of individual is going to show up on the stage. It's the start of something that could evolve into a very dangerous situation."

Unintended consequences

Self-defence groups formed to combat rampant criminality in Colombia in the 1990s morphed into violent paramilitary groups that stole land, displaced people and trafficked drugs. Mars warns something similar could happen in Haiti.

"In fighting the gangs, you are letting go of the restrictions of propriety, of due process, of state control of violence, and this movement can be the breeding ground for more gangs," he said. "In general, when you have vigilante groups, what happens is that some of them over the over weeks and months become gangs themselves.

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"Since the social situation has not changed, the space is there for the replacement of the present generation by another generation of gangs."

On balance, though, Mars said he shares the sense of optimism that Bwa Kale has brought to the Haitian capital for the first time in years.

"There is something that has changed. There's a window of opportunity that has opened. Now it is up to us Haitians to take this window of opportunity and move in the right direction and not continue to destroy, burn and kill."

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insomniac-jay · 2 years ago

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DC | The Watchers

It's time I finally give the full introduction of my anti Batfam group, the Watchers. I've mentioned them in relation to two of my OCs who are members, Fatale & Crimson. I've given the gist of them on this post so I'll mostly be talking about the members here.

Members

Jonah Yates | Cybiotic

La'Frida Nile | Sirena

Vicia Lopez | Crimson

Jahzara Nwadike | Fatale

Will Vaughn | Allure

Aviva Santos | Copycat

Miguel Ramirez | Forger

Serilda von Meier-Berger | Duchess

Jonah Yates | Cybiotic: Jonah is the leader and founder of the group. Contrary to what everyone believes, he actually used to admire Batman until he started to see how every vigilante that appeared in Gotham was either an associate of his or within proximity of him. Not to mention the whole "No Metahumans except Duke" rule really killed Jonah's respect for the caped crusader.

With no other options, Jonah decided he'd take matters into his own hands. He and his friend La'Frida traveled around Gotham recruiting young Metahumans who had became disillusioned by Batman to join their organization. Within a few months, they had 100 members with them as the leaders.

As his code name implies, Jonah's Metahuman ability is to use the nanobots in his bones and blood cells to create cybernetic enhancements to his body. He is the strongest of all the Watchers, hence why he's the leader.

La'Frida Nile | Sirenia: Originally from Coast City, La'Frida moved to Gotham after her parents divorced and her mom remarried. She lived in the same neighborhood as Jonah and the two quickly became friends. She had no opinion of Batman until one night. Her family was sleeping when their apartment was destroyed by Bane, whom was fighting Batman.

Even though Bruce Wayne offered to pay for the repairs, it soured La'Frida's opinion of Batman permanently. When Jonah proposed the idea of the Watchers to her, she was immediately on board and joined him in recruiting Metahumans from around the city.

La'Frida's Metahuman powers are based off mermaids/sirens-- including her alluring, supersonic song, water manipulation, and more.

Vicia Lopez | Crimson: Vicia is the first members of the group. A Metahuman from Bludhaven, Vicia ran away from home so her parents could be safe from her powers. Along the way, Vicia got herself into trouble with both the local gangs and police, and was thrown into juvie as a result. She dislikes Batman and his family because they don't care about Metahumans unless they're what she calls "Batman approved".

When she was released from juvie, Cybiotic and Sirena approached her with an offer to join their Metahumans only organization. Vicia accepted the offer and became the first official member of the Watchers.

Vicia's Metahuman power is blood control. She can forcefully pull the blood out of others and herself without any type of opening such as a wound. The stability of her power is tied to her emotional state and as a result Vicia must exercise great emotional control so her powers don't go haywire.

Will Vaughn | Allure: Will is a Metahuman from New Jersey and probably the most laidback of the members. They're also one of the few members that doesn't have any ties to the Batfamily. Will joined because they had a hard time making friends and thought that joining the Watchers would help them make lots of friends.

Will has no ill will towards the Batfamily, they just find them kinda annoying and bratty, especially Tim Drake.

Will's power is illusions via sweet scents. They can emit a person's favorite scents that taps into their pheromones and makes them see happy or positive illusions.

Aviva Santos | Copycat: A Metahuman originally from Panama, Aviva has a reputation for being a trickster and prankster. Aviva has a grudge against the Batfam because Nightwing destroyed their favorite mall while she was shopping and he was fighting a bad guy.

Aviva is also the youngest member of the Watchers at 13 years old.

Aviva's powers are their code name. She can copy the appearances, voices, and abilities of anyone she comes into any type of contact with for up to 24 hours.

Miguel Ramirez | Forger: Miguel probably has one of the most valid reasons to dislike Batman. His family's business was destroyed by a bomb the Joker planted and as a result, his family fell into large amounts of debt. But even with the money Bruce Wayne gave them wasn't enough to recover from the devastation. From that day, Miguel grew to resent Batman and everything he did.

When an opportunity to best his former hero came along, Miguel took it and joined the Watchers without any hesitation.

Miguel can generate liquid metal and heat it to high temperatures to become solid and change its shape or form.

Serilda von Meier-Berger | Duchess: The only daughter of two wealthy German immigrants, Serilda got the short end of the stick when she discovered her Metahuman powers. She is another member that has no connection to the Batfamily; simply joining the Watchers to get an understanding of her newfound powers.

Serilda's the one providing the money for the entire operation thanks to her massive wealth, becoming the treasurer of the Watchers.

Serilda's powers allow her to generate crystals on her body. These crystals are more harder and have more luster than others, making Serilda a threat when exposed to any kind of bright light.

Jahzara Nwadike | Fatale: Jahzara is the Watchers' most remarkable member as she is the first human to be accepted into their ranks. What she lacks in Metahuman powers she makes up for in her other skills such as martial arts, swordsmanship, and agility.

Middle child of a successful Nigerian businesswoman, Jahzara doesn't have any beef with Batman, but Bruce Wayne himself instead. She sees Wayne Enterprises as a threat to her mother's business and joined the Watchers as a way to use their connections to gain access to them in order to take them down.

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doctorwhoisadhd · 1 year ago

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hi! i saw your dw eu novels posting, and was curious as to which ones you've read? have you got any favourites yet?

alien bodies by lawrence miles (8 + sam jones)

vampire science by jonathan blum & kate orman (8 + sam jones)

engines of war by george mann (war doctor)

peacemaker by james swallow (10 + martha)

the pirate loop by simon guerrier (10 + martha)

tales of trenzalore by justin richards, george mann, paul finch, & mark morris (11)

silhouette by justin richards (12 + clara ft the paternoster gang)

the blood cell by james goss (12 + clara)

the good doctor by juno dawson (13 + the fam)

summer falls by "amelia williams" - actually james goss

i probably have read one or two more but i dont remember them if i do! my personal favorite out of these is probably vampire science, and the other ones that i liked in particular would be alien bodies, engines of war, the pirate loop, and summer falls. a couple notes here, engines of war is actually the only war doctor novel that was ever written, ive read it a whole bunch cause i own a physical copy, though not recently. also, summer falls actually does not feature either a doctor or a companion, but its the book that in-universe amy wrote and that clara and artie both read. i read it several years ago and remember it being very good, but i dont remember a lot of detail. as for the others, vampire science made me insane, alien bodies is also very very insanely good, and i felt that the pirate loop knocked it out of the park with both martha and 10's characterization, and is just a really fascinating story that somehow keeps you guessing even as its being very clear about the mechanics of things. it was excellent! very different tone to vampire science and alien bodies tbh, but those 2 were written during the wilderness years lol so what do you expect

#ari opinion hour #i havent read a lot of them but i hope this is helpful!!!!!#im working on hunters moon next its an 11 + ponds novel

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libidomechanica · 20 days ago

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Will become

A limerick sequence

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Vertical it fuses with leaves, yet have put on black, braced for a stationmaster goeth about Indian shore, with corps; the vitriol madness! They refused me!

And once more bene fraught with flesh, and scarce the fire, whence love’s eternal loneliness. Through her. When pale, like to the hearts does not she thrones, with merry masquerade.

Come not whereon you wrong: you take the Cross, his like the ear, and learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw in my dreams are full: we can but walks on heavenly face.

Who has thee hate the friendly cooing were by fancies vain and deck thee why so pale? A straw to such country clime with such good choyce, then, in fog, in a circumstance.

No sooner the more. As the flowers as he went upon immediate fruitful seeds spring doth youngest Virgin Daughter of my heart that have bedded-down knot.

All were round and rail, and stuttering upon my spinnin’ wheel. Above the corners of their thought to lead: heavy heart beat quickly make the worser spirit playing.

At the Fate will leave this I sing ere long. No less time to wondered why men knelt to praises; or, if so you will—they meant to me: this told, we said, unto the charmed!

Held sacred handsome coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and for master, and prayed, we next bastion still; but fair to love to love breaketh from her sense, she hugg’d it to Elenor!

And robed the future days till Easter. Whether to his own—he was a Cloud that I could not cure his merry note unto the curious, preacher who refused me!

I point of song; now swimming bowls invite. And tis my father’s brim. He did not wring, she had view’d each one wide chasm of time,— sluggish and hourly sits through the bright.

As feels the man has made a vow to shine when the great promise of revellers: the sound of boyish days.—The cote, or they are covered … but invented virgin lies!

But windows faint a kindred of all her slaves were by promised to the floor. He was not match him grew a sylvan tribe of Beauty, all mirth is displeasure, mine eyes!

And knelt adown before him, with my tears she were his goddess well equipped for the sounding note, all fortune is singing up; no more. For who can say by what strife.

Probationer and have been worth withdrew: or, as the moonlight once on the means prepared the ruins. When I did wed myself down and twice a day of sacrifice.

Have eaten with a fairer still, while the better it, nor thy face, like to look into each obscene. Some odd angle for weep, and all be mine, and straight—like the stage?

Light, jewels to weave with soft deceiving the son,—the songs.—But t was a perilous beast thou hast measured much more? We rubbed the foolish distant shriek their wilinesse?

He is at peace and pity;—hark! A full-brimm’d goblet next she has to love, for fear our rusty nails and some one good choyce, they were the gentlemen that life’s first cut.

Those eyes that I prophetic solitude. While, look bad in historic, counts and gay Koutousow might wring, leaving there he was well’s below, so thou pluck’d is sour balls.

And worth nor outward fair, first of fire, then forsake, hung half behind, from bastion, battery. A bird and a dozen angry- chafing, down his steed a little ways.

Extreme: ensky’d ere this, which it may remark with you are a mother gasping for breast! And of this is what he was a soul is parch’d with thy horse louder, confide.

As one to wake thee many nor some holy night about; then join theyr cote. All walls of heart. The more the precedence upon his proper home of me, I’ll not cure!

With swift of Heaven. My tears, that defies, but did refrain because known the air the fair so was the same, and asks the second time will venture: thousand her Pleasure.

He should at high Jove’s sake only. Sorrow may be your faith to wed a wealth to foreign salve to die, is sure enough fowl now behaved with crooked tushes slay.

That sweet life, impatience sticketh fast, tires with you and the touch of their golden bow, and all those. To weep, who bore the hallowed you in my way: they wept, was drench.

And stupidly admired it. As the brain did guide seafaring me a choice is dumb—we stands, ascend the boar with the young man, ere a lean bat couldn’t have it; o!

And sweet word she swears, but swiftest kisses are; nature that vertue of large domains which this young Bacchus! The air where if men will you of mortal round, his art with leaves.

It’s a ceremony. Where no breach shadow in the flower and till, and set it, duly accomplished man—at present and polished his post: some tranquillity.

And can’t win her! Boasting absence exiles sunshine from that should convey, and fruit the murderer’s collar mounting spent? Old Tartar, and heard, some in the ocean drench.

Into a man accursèd duke! Then follows what a horse be gone. He look’d down from a mourning eye, and for the Lord’s, severe, supreme, a ghost, earth, in Paradise!

Sister, I would corrupt my saint whistled as he sat, and the bridge you do! She says, Tis so; ’ and why he looks went upon the wild rose-briar blooms but whether went.

And of the tender boy, who dare to try if he did not care: we knelt to pray. I on this other tied your life, that’s put to use more blessed bankrupt, that same to past.

Forget not yet thou lookest wits still doost it detest. The Carian turn’d my slaves in vaine thilke same we are store of; witness trained, he recognised an open grave.

In life as from his separate Hell. Quick to redeemed hast my love the waves combing to feel: in vain, good Hobbinol, all thy smokie fire; for one opened and says with woe!

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The expense, in such as the other has made love had opened, and the clouds as thick with an encounterbuffed she far excels, an’ me the El’er’s dochter! Fill.

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Till fayrer Fortune is both a wrong. Them selues that but foolish fear whenas some part! The servilely master goeth about the way, perverse deliciousness.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #165 texts #limerick sequence

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Batman: The Long Halloween #13:Chapter 13: Punishment

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● poor Gordon deals with so much shit ● is that “guard” gonna end up being Batman? ● that “guard” ended up being Batman. ● oof, this one is a 50-pager ● here for it ● those are some unwieldy-looking casts… ● ok, Gordon trick-or-treating with his family is hella cute

● let’s see, we’ve got Solomon Grundy (born on a Monday), Mad Hatter, Joker, Two-Face in the shadows I think?, Penguin, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, and …Catwoman? ● oof, Two-Face’s face is… nicely hideous in this art ● Sophia/Sofia spellings used within panels of each other ● damn, that 50 pages FLEW by! ● 👏👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Alberto Falcone reveals himself as Holiday and prepares to shoot James Gordon. The fallen guard rises and attacks Falcone, beats him to a pulp and when he is done, he takes off his armor and reveals himself as Batman. Gordon arrests Alberto for the murder of Salvatore Maroni.

When the word is known about the identity of Holiday, Carmine Falcone visits his son Alberto in prison and offers him help getting out with no consequences. Alberto refuses, given the fact that he has made a name for himself and that he is now bigger than any member of the Falcone Crime Family. Gordon and Batman analyze the situation and realize that it all makes sense: Alberto faked his own death to throw them off while he continued killing people. However, Batman feels guilty because he always suspected his friend, the district attorney, Harvey Dent.

On Halloween night, James and Barbara visit Gilda at her home. The woman is still worried for his husband, as there has been no signs of him.

Later, in Arkham Asylum, someone is setting some of the most dangerous inmates free. The mysterious man approaches Calendar Man's cell and flips a coin to decide wether to set him free or not. In the end, the man leaves Calendar Man in his cell.

A few moments later, at Falcone's Penthouse, Carmine is furious because Alberto has been sentenced to die and sill he refused his father's help. On the outside, someone is taking out all the Falcone guards by killing them. The power in the whole building is gone and Carmine is left with his daughter Sofia to confront whoever has entered his building. They follow the trail of dead security guards bodies until they arrive at Carmine's office, where they are confronted by a group of what Falcone would call "freaks". Solomon Grundy, The Mad Hatter, Joker, Penguin, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow, Catwoman and the mysterious man are waiting for Carmine to get inside. Carmine points his gun towards the mysterious man, who is leading the rest of them and demands an answer. The leader of the gang rises and reveals himself as Harvey Dent, only that he is different now. The left half of his face is completely scarred and he calls himself Two-Face. Joker urges Two-Face to kill Carmine so they can split the city between them. At that moment, a smoke bomb is thrown inside through a vent in the roof. Batman comes down on top of Grundy and knocks him down as he releases more smoke bombs. Batman then takes the enemies one by one, from the most dangerous to the less threatening. First Grundy and Joker, then Ivy, Hatter and Penguin and in the end Scarecrow. Batman asks Catwoman whose side is she on and she replies that she is on the same side as always. Batman didn't noticed Two-Face and the man has taken Carmine Falcone as a hostage. Batman recognizes Harvey but Two-Face explains him that Harvey is gone. Batman tries to make Harvey think his actions but Two-Face tells him that no matter how many times they send people like Falcone to jail, they'll come out and it will be and endless vicious cycle and that justice can be decided like a flip of a coin. Two-Face tosses his coin and it lands on the scarred side and thus Two-Face shots Falcone twice in the head. Sofia is enraged to see what Two-Face has done and tries to attack him while Catwoman tries to hold her. Their struggle lead them to the window when Sofia stumbles and crushes it with her weight. Catwoman tries to save her but Sofia falls down from the building. Batman tries to make Harvey surrender, but Two-Face tricks him and knocks him down with the weapon.

Two-Face goes to the District Attorney's office and confronts Vernon Wells, his corrupt assistant. Two-Face realized that Wells was the person who gave Maroni the acid the day of the trial and with a flip of his coin, Harvey kills Vernon. After recovering, Batman arrives late at the scene and finds only Two-Face's coin at the same time that the Bat-Signal is lightened in the sky.

Batman arrives at the GCPD Headquarters and finds Two-Face waiting for him. Two-Face tells him that he did what was needed to be done. James Gordon appears in the rooftop and Two-Face explains them that he just did what the city needed to be rid of the organized crime once and for all. Gordon tells him that despite the goal, Dent betrayed everything he believed in and Two-Face tells him that it is not true. He turns himself and tells Gordon to arrest him in order to let the system decide his fate. Before Two-Face is taken away, he tells Batman and Gordon that there were two holiday killers all the time. Gordon and Batman try to make sense of what Two-Face said. Gordon explains that Alberto confessed to be the author of all the crimes and Batman tells him that Dent is obsessed with the number two and that it might be just a delusion, but that considering that Two-Face killed Falcone with a .22 gun on Halloween, in the end, Two-Face was holiday too. Gordon and Batman realize that they achieved their promise, to get rid of Falcone once and for all, but the price they had to paid seemed to be quite extreme.

Gordon goes to his family, where he decides that despite the events, he must go on his mission to make Gotham a better city by telling himself "I believe in Gotham City".

Batman is sure that what he is doing is of consequence and he won't give up on the promise made to his parents. Batman tells himself "I believe in Batman".

Two-Face is send to Arkham Asylum, where the only thing he can think of is his wife, Gilda…

On Christmas Eve, Gilda is packing up boxes for her move away from Gotham, but before she leaves, she takes a box down the basement furnace. She describes aloud to herself how she read in Harvey's case files about the removal of the serial numbers of guns and how baby bottle nipples could be used as silencers. She then removes from the box a .22 pistol and drops it into the flames of the heater, along with a familiar-looking hat and coat. And she claims that she took it upon herself to start the Holiday killings, in an attempt to end the Roman's hold on Gotham and thus lighten Harvey's caseload so that they could have a child. Her belief is that Harvey took up the killings on New Year's Eve and that Alberto is lying to the police with his confession. She also says that she knows Harvey will eventually be alright and that they will reconcile as she tells herself "I believe in Harvey Dent".

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Batman:_The_Long_Halloween_Vol_1_13)

Fan Art: Two Face, I believe in 'Harvey Dent' by PonshoGlez

Accompanying Podcast: ● Bat-Books for Beginners - episode 14

#dc #dc comics #my dc read #podcast recommendation #comics #comic books #batman #fan art #fanart

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Osmosis Jones (2011)

PG-13 | Mystery, Comdey, Horror

Frank Detorre (Freddie Highmore) is an unkempt, slovenly 16-year-old British-American boy who copes by unhealthy eating and ignoring basic hygiene to the annoyance of three 13-year-old kids Hector Cruz (Miles Heizer), his girlfriend Christine Kolchuck (Miley Cyrus), and Travis Lum (Brandon Hoo Soo).

Inside the body, Osmosis "Ozzy" Corbin Jones (Tyler James Williams) is a rebellious, gothic teenage white blood cell always watching social media videos, skateboarding, listening to music, and getting up-to-date on the latest trends, who was fired from his job as a waiter for McFrank's after he caused everyone in the City of Frank to sneeze by using pepper. Facing a challenge to his re-election prospects, Mayor Paul Spryman (Michael Cimino), the most popular guy at his middle school, doubles down on his junk food policies, ignoring their effect on Frank's health This causes Frank to eat a boiled egg covered in filth, allowing Thrax (Laurence Fishburne), a deadly virus and serial killer, to enter the throat. Unwilling to admit responsibility, Spryman instructs Frank to take a cold pill through brain signals. To his displeasure, Ozzy is subsequently assigned to assist the pill in his mission. The nerdy suppressant, Drixenol "Drix" Koldreliff (Brandon Butler), proceeds to disinfect the throat, covering up any evidence of Thrax's arrival.

Ozzy later gets invited to attend Maria Amino's (Selena Gomez) birthday party, where he is introduced to six other antibody teenagers; Leah Estrogen (Keke Palmer), Ellen Patella (Raven Goodwin), Conscious Santorini (Zendaya), Cilia Tyson (Imani Hakim), Drixeen (Emily Osment), and Maximus (Alex Etel). Unfortunately, Maria forbids Ozzy from coming to her magic show, which leads to Ozzy ruining her party. He then finds a flyer about a "loose virus" and discovers that the virus is Thrax, ultimately leading him on a journey to becoming a spy.

Thrax assumes leadership of a gang of sweat germs and launches an attack on the mucus dam in Frank's nose, nearly killing Ozzy and Drix before Frank inhales them into the sinuses.

That night, Thrax breaks into the Amino household and kills one of the houseguests, only to wake up Spryman and find a dead body in the living room. He is aware that Ozzy was going to go after Thrax and start leading a double-life.

Based on information from one of his informants, Ozzy goes undercover at a nightclub intending to infiltrate Thrax's gang, only to be discovered and saved by Drix, who manages to destroy the club and presumably kill Thrax with a grenade. Meanwhile, in the real world, Hector throws a massive party in his family's apartment and invites the whole class from Martin Luther King Jr. Middle School. The explosion pops a zit on Frank's forehead during a meeting with Hector's mom (Jennifer Lopez), which lands on her lip, ruining any chance for him to apologize. In response, Cheif Gluteus closes the investigation, grounds Ozzy, and orders Drix to leave the city.

At Martin Luther King Jr. Middle School, the male students shower in the school's shower room, only for Hector to show up and jerk Travis to him. The boys get out of the shower, and Hector opens a locker, only to reveal that it is a dead body without a brain.

Back in Frank's body, Ozzy, Drix, Maria, Leah, Ellen, Cillia, Santorini, Drixteen, and Maximus decide to have a slumber party while Frank is sleeping. They play games, watch movies, have a pillow fight, take selfies, and watch YouTube.

Having survived the assault, Thrax breaks into the hypothalamus gland and steals a DNA bead from a chromosome. His actions disable the body's ability to regulate temperature, causing the city to break out in flames and panic. He kidnaps Leah and flees to the mouth to escape. As Frank is taken to the hospital in a fever coma, Ozzy and Drix reconcile and proceed to rescue Leah, but Thrax escapes using pollen to make Frank sneeze him out. Ozzy pursues him to the surface of Christine's left eye, and as they fight, they land on Christine's left false eyelash when she blinks. As Thrax has Ozzy pinned down, he threatens to break his own record by killing Christine but gets stuck in the false eyelash; Ozzy escapes at the last minute before the eyelash slides off and lands in a cup of alcohol, dissolving Thrax to nothing.

As Frank's temperature goes over 108 degrees, his heart begins to shut down. Riding one of each of the kids' tears, Ozzy reenters Frank's body with Thrax's necklace of DNA beads, reviving him just in time. Having narrowly cheated death, Frank commits himself to living a healthier lifestyle for himself and the kids, while Ozzy earns the title of teenage superspy, throws an after-party at the school courtyard with his new friends and begins a relationship with Leah. Spryman later is reduced to focusing on school and accidentally ejects himself by pushing a button that triggers Frank's flatulence.

#osmosis jones #osmosis jones 2011

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oh so glad you reblogged the music ask game, i would send literally all of them but let me contain it to a pleasant five (hehe 🩵) so please can i get 5, 13, 17, 26, 30?

A song that needs to be played LOUD okay well i am going to cheat here and give you three vastly different songs that all fall under this description. first of all hobgoblin by clc just instantly popped in my head upon reading the question. like not to expose myself as an unhinged undying cheshire but this might be one of the top 3 gg songs ever released and when i listen to it i always imagine the gotham city sirens smashing a gang of corrupt cops to bits. it needs to be blasted at full volume. second of all i wanna say dynamite by shinee because i have to be able to absolutely scream along to it and still hear jjong going ham with the ad libs, i think we all understand. thirdly i'm going to say disintegration by the cure (although this is true of a lot of the cure songs, it just happens to be perhaps my absolute favourite) because i need to be able to have it wash all over me and feel cleansed by the raw emotion of the instruments and robert smith's screechy ass vocals as it fades out.

One of your favorite 80’s songs already said livin on a prayer to marti however i appreciate that this question is asked again because as i said in that answer the 80s are truly my musical decade so i have a plethora of 80s faves. therefore you will get multiple answers again 🫶🏼 first of all. fast car by tracy chapman. need i say more it is simply one of the most devastatingly beautiful songs ever written, every time i hear a cover of it it truly pisses me off because no one can ever capture the magic of tracy's voice and her understated emotion on that song. even as i write this i have to fight tears welling up in my eyes i love this song so much. secondly, love will tear us apart by joy division one of the greatest expressions of melancholy ever created i'm screaming crying throwing up alternative 80s bands i love you. it would be fucking wrong if i did not mention tainted love by soft cell because god knows how many times i've sung that song on the 80s edition of sing star in middle school and made it into a whole damn spectacle. and let me just mention what's love got to do with it by tina turner, call me by blondie and victims of love by buck-tick and then stop myself before i start mentioning every 80s song i love. i refrained from even thinking about the cure's discography for this question so that it wasn't just the cure songs. they will pop up for nearly every other question anyway.

A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke no air by jordin sparks with chr*s brown oh my god i LOVE singing that song so much it's ridiculous. but also promiscuous by nelly furtado and timbaland and ALSO when you believe by whitney houston and mariah carey.

A song that makes you want to fall in love just like heaven by the cure... and love song by the cure.... and burn by the cure... and fade into you by mazzy star... i feel you by the wonder girls... baby tonight by a.c.e... and also vanilla by kai. sorry i can't get into it with these songs i'll be here for ages if i do but just like. it's in their entirety it's there. the love.

A song that reminds you of yourself kill all your friends by my chemical romance tbh always feels like it's speaking to me directly. every time i listen to it. which doesn't happen so often because it makes me kind of depressed just how resonant it is.

music asks💞

#asks #ana💞#thank you for these i'm sorry i went insane <3

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Nico in his pajamas makes me so happy and I do not know why

#rice rambles #hes comfy!!!!!!!! comfy boy!!! in a cat hat!!! nappin with his bros!!! in prison bc hes a criminal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ngl the only cell 13 boy who should actually be in jail is probably rock bc he fucking started a gang war???#whereas nico was a homeless boy tricked into carrying drugs #uno is just a gambling addict #and jyugo trespassed one time and has been told constantly that he's going to be in prison his whole life and he's just accepted that #and doesnt know how to surivive outside of prison so he breaks out to extend his sentence #rock however? started a goddamn gang war?????????#all their reasons for escaping are benevolent but he?? started a gang war????????????#like how can the fandom just forget that and frame nico and jyugo as the worst of the boys????#not to mention nico and jyugo are both 16!!! theyre children!! rock is a whole ass adult who started A FUCKING GANG WAR GUYS

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death valley (m) | part 3

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: gangster!taehyung x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.4k (it goes fast trust me)

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive / possessive / toxic behaviors, oral sex, daddy kink, mommy kink if you squint, glamorization of drug & alcohol use, a whole lot of blackmail, guns (no shooting), manipulation, coercion, illicit filming, post-workout shower sex, choking, cursing, car accident, major character injury, dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, sub!namjoon, reader needs a fucking nap

a/n: NO BC THE ROLLING STONE COVER IS PERFECT FOR THIS FIC??? like its so spot on to this aesthetic. thank you all SO MUCH for the support, a few of you sent me the sweetest messages - they really make my day & inspire me to work harder on this story <3 three smut scenes in one part? yall....damn. (the last one is the best. my fav jimin scene yet) sorry for posting late im just insecure about my writing lol

Smoke diffused from Jimin’s chapped lips. His foot was tapping repeatedly, he was running out of patience. His penthouse seemed so empty without you these days. He hadn’t had you in a while and he was craving a release. He set his cigarette down on a small ashtray to his side, leaning forward.

“I want her now” He snapped, reaching onto the coffee table in front of him to grab his revolver. He looked down the barrel briefly and his jaw stiffened. His eyes then raised as he pointed the gun at a man standing in front of him patiently. “Where is she?”

“Taehyung has gone to retrieve her for you. Shouldn’t be long now” The man spoke, fear evident in his trembling voice. Jimin flashed a teethy grin, his attention back to his gun, twirling it around his fingers.

A phone began to buzz. Jimin rolled his eyes, setting the gun down and picking up his cell besides it. It was Taehyung.

“What?” Jimin grumbled.

“Yeah she’s not home. Hasn’t been all night. But you know who is in her apartment right now—you’re gonna get a kick out of this” Taehyung’s amused voice made Jimin tilt his head with irritation. He was not in the mood for his games. “The street rat”

Jimin’s heart sank, followed by an overwhelming feeling of jealousy seeping through his veins. He clenched his fists. “Taehyung, cut his fucking fingers off if he so much as touches her.” Taehyung laughed, “Do I sound like I’m joking Taehyung?”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Go work on your music, I’ll find her” Jimin hung up abruptly, elbows on his knees as he hung his head down in frustration. He screamed, throwing his phone as hard as he could onto the tiled floors. His fingers ran up his face, clenching the ends of his hair as he began to cry.

He fucked up. He messed up everything. He shouldn’t have threatened you—you probably hated him. You were supposed to be his fan. You were obsessed with him weren’t you? Did you love Jungkook now? You must after all Jungkook was an attractive guy, had money, and you probably didn’t know enough about him to know how dangerous he was. None of it mattered, Jimin wasn’t ready to let you go. He just got a taste, how could you leave now? Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed out.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself down. It was his fault. He was too fucked up and it scared you—that had to be it. Deep down he knows that he was too rough with you. He so badly wants to taste your pretty lips but he’s scared. He’s never been good with emotions, and hates that he gets so high when he’s around you.

Taehyung had suggested he should stay away from you right from that night you had passed out in front of him, but Jimin didn’t listen. What does he know anyway? Fucking bitch. Jimin pursed his lips. You didn’t remember that night. You didn’t remember what all you saw after you came to, but he did. He was gonna be better. He was gonna win you back. He grabbed a notebook and pen quickly and began scribbling down lyrics as they came to him.

You almost screamed seeing Taehyung, but before you could he had you in a headlock, with a small knife pressed up to your neck as he kicked your door shut.

“Play along. I won’t hurt you” He mumbled into the back of your head as he turned you around. There, sitting on your couch was Jimin.

“Where were you?” Jimin was seething, eyes flared with rage. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t look high. He almost looked worried.“Why didn’t you come home last night?”

You rolled your eyes. This man’s sheer audacity made you want to kick him in the balls so hard. “Give me a fucking break. I’ve had a really rough few nights and I just want to take a fucking shower and go to work alright” You feel Taehyung slightly loosen his grip on you.

Jimin approached you slowly. “Do I need to remind you that I could fucking ruin you? Deal with your shit. Come over after work tomorrow or I send Yoongi the video” You glanced back at Taehyung who didn’t give you much of a reaction.

“No, I’m not fucking coming, and I want you to leave right now before I call the cops” You hear Taehyung giggle behind you. Jimin marched up to you and grabbed your neck harshly, Taehyung holding you still.

“Right. I heard that she talked to Kim Seokjin. Better fucking keep your mouth shut Y/n” Taehyung said casually. Jimin looked deep into your eyes, before clenching them shut as he steadied his breathing.

“Let’s go Taehyung. She’ll come, she’s not stupid” Jimin snapped his fingers.

“I’m right behind you boss, you go ahead” Taehyung released his hold. Jimin regarded you, a bitter look in his eyes as he huffed, slamming the door behind him as he left.

You whirled around to face Taehyung, who had already raised his hands in defense. “Let me expl—“

“You’re in Jimin’s gang aren’t you?! You motherfucker, you hurt Namjoon! You threatened Jungkook! You’re the cause of all my problems aren’t you” You kicked at Taehyung’s knees, causing him to giggle at your efforts. He dodged your attacks with ease.

“Oh you wish I was your biggest problem jacket girl. That’s far from it. You have Jimin’s black card don’t you?” He opened his palm in front of you “Give it”

You did as told, handing it to him, more than happy to get rid of anything you had of Jimin’s.

You spat at him “Fucking creep. I knew you were no good. You knew that shooting was gonna happen, that’s why you had sex with me isn’t it? To keep me distracted while your guys hurt Namjoon?” Taehyung pursed his lips at your statement, looking around your apartment frantically.

“Of course not dumbass.” He whispered so softly you had to strain to hear him “Shush” He began quickly making his way towards your bedroom. You chased after him, dropping your things on the ground. You watch as he reaches behind your bookshelf and pulls out a small surveillance camera, tossing it onto your bed.

He put a finger to his lips and made his way to your computer monitor. Quickly he took out a gun from his back pocket and slammed the end into the top of the screen. You gaped at him, watching glass shatter onto your desk.

“Okay.” Taehyung sighed, relaxing his shoulders. He fiddled with his watch—there was that watch again—before turning to you “Now that we’re actually alone, no that’s not why I had sex with you. You can’t tell anyone that happened alright. And no I didn’t know the shooting was gonna happen, that wasn’t us.”

“W…what the fuck” You trembled, eyes wide with shock and unease at the fact someone had put cameras in your bedroom. Taehyung noticed your discomfort, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Yeahhhh. You should really be more careful about who you let literally move into your fucking apartment.”

“Jungkook was spying on me?”

“Mmm, more like he was doing someone’s dirty work I would say. He’s a selfish rat who only cares about money. He’s dangerous and a liar. Look…I heard about the kidnapping, are you okay?”

“How do you know about that? How do you know so much?” Taehyung grinned widely, ignoring your questions.

“Y/n, let me tell you something” He took a seat on the edge of your mattress, “There is someone really fucking powerful who has their eyes on you. I don’t know who or even why. Now, we have a bone to pick with that motherfucker for a whole different set of reasons, making you perfect bait. So it would make sense for us to kidnap you and blackmail him or something” You sat down next to him, knees weak as your emotional state spiraled. “But we didn’t.”

“It wasn’t Jimin?” You honestly thought it would have been. After all, Hobi said your kidnappers beat up Namjoon pretty bad and that seemed to be in line with Jimin’s agenda. “Then who was it?”

“Dunno. But I’m gonna find out. You really aren’t safe here, the rat was right about that. Jimin can protect you though”

You scoffed, plopping your back onto the mattress and letting the shift in gravity wave over you. “I hate Jimin” Taehyung turned rapidly at your statement, frowning.

“I thought you were a fan, jacket girl?” He laid back besides you, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. You gave him a look, rolling your eyes as he chuckled. How is this guy able to find all of this funny?

You sighed, staring at the ceiling, becoming increasingly aware that Taehyung was lying next to you.

“You said you didn’t fuck me to distract me so why did you?”

“Because. I think you’re cool, you’re fucking gorgeous, you’re fun, and I probably would never get another chance. Jimin gets what he wants. He’s in charge.”

“He doesn’t own me” You murmured, turning on your side to face him. “He doesn’t own you either.” Taehyung grinned lazily, gazing into your eyes.

You slid your hand onto his thigh, looking at him expectantly. When he doesn’t react you slowly lean closer to him, noses barely touching. His eyes flutter shut as you kiss him, instantly pushing your tongue into his mouth. You know you need to be fast, Jimin was probably waiting for him.

Taehyung cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he rolled his body flush against you. There were butterflies in your stomach, for some reason you felt like a child again, making out with a boy you liked in your bedroom. You smiled into the kiss.

His hand brushed down your body, lingering at your chest but ultimately finding your thigh and squeezing it slightly. He wanted more, and he needed it now.

“Quick” Taehyung whispered, and you frantically kicked off your shorts, Taehyung simultaneously rising to yank down his jeans. You spread your legs as wide as you could, motioning for Taehyung to come back to you. He licked his lips. “You’re not stretched out yet, are you sure?”

You nodded, “Fuck stop stalling just do it. It’s okay if I don’t cum just fuck me” You whine. Taehyung shrugs, lowering himself down on you. You wrap your arms and legs around him tightly, as if holding on for dear life. You couldn’t understand why you found so much comfort in the man you barely knew. A man you barely trusted.

Were you even really into him? Or were you trying to spite Jimin? Taehyung quickly sunk his cock into you. You cried out—recalling just how large he was the last time.

“So tight” Taehyung’s breath hitched as he stilled himself deep inside of you. You rolled your hips up, taunting him to get on with it. He grabbed your ass, pulling you in towards him, allowing him to fuck into you deeper.

You kissed his neck frantically, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm. He fucked you with focus, desperately trying to chase his own high as you savored having his body on yours.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust, as if you were almost climbing up onto him. You groaned, tilting your head back in pleasure as the initial pain of his size subsided, and he was able to angle himself perfectly in a way that had you screaming for more.

His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but moreso just breathing into one another deeply. He smacked your ass lightly as he picked up his pace.

“You feel so good” He muttered, “That fucking” He thrusted deep “Asshole is so lucky” He was ruthless. You held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you. “Get’s you all to himself. Fucks you whenever he…wants” Taehyung panted, “Doesn’t fucking deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you” You could hear the slight growl in his voice.

“Pussy so fucking sweet. So fucking sweet I can’t stop” Taehyung moved his hands to grip your shoulders from under you, digging his nails into your flesh. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I don’t want to Y/n. Fuck. Please.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop baby I love it” You urged him on, making him hiss. He looked so fucked out as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Dont wanna…dont wanna cum. Dont wanna stop” Taehyung whined, “Feel so good. Feel so fucking good”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice bellowed from outside the apartment. Taehyung cursed in irritation.

“Shit, come on baby” You bucked your hips up. Taehyung was pissed. He pulled out of you. “Let me finish you baby don’t go” You pleaded, hugging onto him tighter as he began to get off of you.

“He’ll kill me. He will literally kill me. I need to go” Taehyung pressed a kiss to your forehead. He shoved you off of him. He begins to pull his pants back on, but you’re not ready to let him go yet. You’ll be damned if Taehyung doesn’t get to finish because of Jimin.

“No!” You pounce on him, pushing him onto the floor and pinning him down with your knees. You wrap your hand around his cock and begin to stroke it furiously, bringing your face down so that your tongue can wrap around it. You begin sucking on him, watching his shocked face as you bob your head rapidly on him, going as fast as you can. You feel Taehyung’s hand reach to hold back your hair. What a sweetheart. Jimin would never.

Taehyung bit down on his lip so hard it began to bleed as he came up into your mouth. You rapidly licked him off, cum getting all over your lips before you pulled his pants back up and got off of him. You noticed his watch again.

“Where’d you get that watch?” You asked causally as Taehyung pulled his pants back on. Taehyung looked at the piece and a frown tugged at his lips.

“Um…a friend gave it to me”

“He has good taste”

Taehyung gulped, looking back at you “Yeah. He really does”

“Go” You whispered. Taehyung blinked a few times, trying to process as he gets up. He cups your face to plant one final kiss onto your cum stained lips before rushing out of your apartment, hands frantically fixing his hair as he leaves.

Jungkook wiped the sweat from off his forehead before bending to lift the heavy box again. It was his least favorite part of the job, moving product. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just hire more people with all the fucking cash they made but his boss hated bringing new people in.

He wobbled back to his truck, sliding the large package into his trunk before taking a deep breath. Hopping into the drivers seat, he set away to get back to you.

You hadn’t come home last night, and although he knew you were out with Namjoon, some part of him felt uneasy. He had grown fond of you over the past few days, more than he really cared to admit. He knew you were off limits, after all, what business did you have with a guy like him when you were around people like Park Jimin on a daily basis.

Click, Jungkook had just buckled his seatbelt, glancing in the rearview mirror to see an unfamiliar face staring back at him, holding a gun to his forehead.

“Jeon Jungkook” Goosebumps riveted across his skin at the stern voice “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Heard you’ve gone ahead and made yourself Y/n’s roomate” The man was tall, had a sharp jawline and a deceivingly warm smile.

“Who are you? Do you work for him?”

“Move out. Stay away from her or else”

“Or else what? I am the most successful dealer he has, he isn’t gonna touch me”

“Do you really wanna find out?” Bang. Jungkook turned to the noise to see Namjoon tied up and blindfolded, on the ground with a man holding a metal rod to his head. He was knocked out. “Move out, or I’ll beat your little fighter boy’s head in. And I bet your boss wouldn’t want his money machine dead”

Jungkook pursed his lips into a thin smile. “Oh..you’re Jimin’s guy huh? Fine. I’ll leave her. Let Joon go”

“One more thing. You tell Namjoon that you found his friend too”

“Well uh, where is his friend?”

The man laughed, motioning for his goons to follow as they all hopped into twin black Cadillacs, driving off and leaving Namjoon unconscious on the ground. Jungkook clicked his tongue. I’ve seen that guy before. He stretched out his arms and went over to try to lift Namjoon into his truck.

You stared at the cameras that Taehyung had found in your room, goosebumps spreading as you tried to comprehend everything. Okay. Just. Go to work. Forget about it. Go see Hobi. You quickly hopped in the shower, letting ice cold water attempt to wake you up from this growing nightmare.

Stepping out of the shower you hear some light rapping at your door. “One second” It was probably Jungkook. He had seen you naked plenty, so you thought nothing of it as you wobbled towards your door with nothing but a towel, hair pinned up to keep it dry.

“Hey, did you want a ride to work?” Yoongi’s familiar collected gaze fell on you. WHY DOES THIS MAN SHOW UP AT THE WORST TIMES you scream internally at your boss who was there standing in front of you. He didn’t look the least bit phased at your state, and in a way you felt offended. I’m half naked. Nothing? Damn.

“Oh! Sure. Give me like 2 minutes. Please, come in” Yoongi stepped inside, looking around with little interest. You ran back to your room, kicking the door shut as your frantically searched for something appropriate to wear. You went to your mirror and slapped on some makeup before returning to Yoongi. “Yeah! Let’s go”

Yoongi drove a nice black Cadillac, which you expected. He was a wealthy guy after all and it fit his edgy but classy aesthetic that he had going on. You felt relaxed in the fresh leather seats, the scent mind-numbingly pleasant. You were just so tired. Yoongi began to drive, and the soft hum of the engine lulled you into a nap. You were out like a light, unable to see the way that Yoongi was licking his lips, glancing at your lifeless frame. Unable to feel the way he took your hand into his and squeezed so tightly.

Back in the studio, you were desperate to find Hobi and hear about what had happened. Instead you found Namjoon waiting for you, and your jaw dropped. Half of his face was covered with a large bruise that looked incredibly painful. You threw yourself into his arms.

“Oh my God are you okay?” You hugged him tightly, and he did you, relishing the comfort of one another’s touch. He shook his head, making your heart clench in pity. Of course he’s not okay.

“Did they do anything to you? Did they touch you? I swear to God Y/n I’ll fucking” You straddled his lap and rest your head against his strong chest. His heartbeat was pronounced and soothing under his soft shirt.

“I’m okay. I’m more worried about you.” Namjoon ran his hand up and down your back.

“Y/n...I think. This might sound crazy but I think I know who kidnapped us” He whispered into your ears. At that moment, the door opened revealing a perfectly normal looking Jimin. You almost jumped off of Namjoon, realizing how compromising your situation must have looked. Jimin’s eyes narrowed briefly.

“Come” Jimin motioned to you without so much as a greeting. You glanced at Namjoon, who was looking at the ground. He seemed scared. “Now.” He snapped.

“Who the fuck do you think you are just ordering her around like that?” From down the hall you hear Hobi’s voice echo through. Relief surged through your veins. “You’re not even recording today, get lost” Hobi walked straight up to Jimin and glared at him.

Jimin chuckled, “Whatever, she’ll come. I know she will” He turned to leave but Hobi grabbed him by the collar, growling lowly.

“Piece of trash. Stay away from my girl” You froze at the term. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Your girl? Oh Hoseok are you in for a fucking treat because let me tell you what exactly your girl has been..”

“Hobi get off of him.” Like ice, Yoongi’s voice cut through the scene. His footsteps were pronounced as he approached the boys who remained in an aggressive stare-down. “First of all. She is not your girl. There is absolutely no romantic relationships permitted in my label. No exceptions, end of question. Second of all, Jimin, you better not be harassing my employees or you will see me sue you for all your worth, you got that?” Your pussy clenched at the authoritativeness in his voice. Hobi reluctantly let go of Jimin, who brushed himself off.

“You can’t stop us from going out” Hobi muttered. For the first time in your life, you saw Yoongi laugh. And not in a good way.

“Can’t I? Y/n, you’re off your project. You’ll be working directly with me now on finishing Jimin’s album” Jimin smirked lightly, meeting your eyes.

“She doesn’t want to work on Jimin’s--” Hobi began to protest but Yoongi held his hand up.

“Say another word, and your ass is fired. If I so much as see the two of you alone in my place of work, you’re in for it. Have I made myself clear?” You noticed that Hobi’s fists were almost reddening from how tightly he was clenching them, veins popping from his forearms.

“Yes” Hobi mumbled in submission. You had never seen him so angry before. He didn’t give you another look before storming off towards his own office. You rolled your eyes as you heard Jimin giggle.

“Perfect” He grinned. Yoongi simply looked him up and down before turning to you, arms folded.

“Go finish up what you’re working on. From tomorrow you report to me, and we’ll work in my studio.” His voice was significantly softer than it had been minutes ago. He briefly touched your elbow, as if to assure you not to be worried. The gesture was barely there but you found yourself appreciating it as he left, calling Jimin to follow him.

You took a deep breath, turning back into the studio where Namjoon was sitting and listening to the whole ordeal. He looked extremely uncomfortable, so you slid the door shut and took a seat in front of him.

“Sorry. You were saying? Who do you think kidnapped us?” Namjoon gave you an uncertain look. “Trust me, I won’t think you’re crazy. Is it Jimin, is that what you were thinking because I would totally believe--”

“Hobi” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “I think it was Hobi”

Your stomach flipped. The sincerely in Namjoon’s eyes made you nauseous. He saw your reaction and grabbed your hands, holding them sturdily in his own. “Y/n, I can’t tell you everything here. Come somewhere with me. I wanna show you something. You trust me right?” He got up quickly, tugging your arms to do the same.

He led you to his car, parked significantly far in the back of the lot and much to your surprise it was the exact same model as Yoongi’s. Maybe it’s a rockstar thing. But Namjoon makes the same as I do so how the fuck can he afford...oh...the fights. You shrugged, not minding returning to the chic vehicle.

“I feel like we both need to blow off some steam.” Namjoon said, revving the engine “I’m gonna take you where I train for my matches. It’s usually pretty secluded so we should be able to talk there” You nodded. Boxing sounded cool enough, and he was right, you could use some endorphins.

The two of you arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Inside, the walls were a charcoal color, dimply lit by striking white lights. It eerily reminded you of the vibe of the arena, but instead there were a few punching bags set up as well as a sparring ring. Namjoon had been right - the place was absolutely empty.

Namjoon grabbed a few gloves from the floor, handing you a pair which you inspected closely. When you looked up you saw that Namjoon had already pulled off his shirt, and was sitting on a bench, wrapping his hands with the gauze. Damn. You never thought you would be thirsting for your coworker but seeing him all serious had you feeling a type of way. You recalled how deliciously submissive he had been at Death Valley. You needed that. You missed being in control of your life.

“Here” Namjoon tossed the gauze tape at you. “Sit down I can wrap it for you” He slid down on his knees. You let him secure your wrists with the soft material, his brows furrowed with complete focus.

“Why do you think it’s Hobi?” You whispered. Namjoon’s hands stilled over yours.

“The pills. He didn’t actually take them. And then when we were tied up...I dunno...he sounded really far away? And not nearly as freaked out as you and I were. Then when Jungkook found us--well, Jungkook said he already dropped Hobi off but I don’t buy it. He said that the guys he had seen beat me looked really familiar to him. Jungkook might have seen Hobi around Death Valley or something before. So that’s why I think it’s him. Maybe Hobi is in Jimin’s...yknow...gang”

Namjoon finished wrapping your hands. He rose “Come on, let me show you some moves” You pulled the boxing gloves on and followed him reluctantly.

Namjoon patted one of the bags lightly and positioned you in from of it. He showed you how to throw a few types of punches and you listened intently, noting how his biceps flexed with every hit. He stood behind you, allowing you to try punching on your own as he watched your stance. You threw all your weight into your punch, hearing a soft slam as your fist met the bag, which didn’t budge. You hear Namjoon stifle a giggle.

“No, Y/n, you need to...hold on” You hear what sounds like Namjoon pulling his gloves off. He rests a wrapped hand on your shoulder, guiding your arm with the other. “Likeeee that. There you go” He assisted you in making a punch that caused the bag to sway slightly. “Nice job, try again!”

You continued to pummel the bag, letting out all your pent up frustration. Namjoon watched you carefully, pacing around you and observing your form. You suddenly flew a punch so far it caused the button of your shirt to pop off your chest. You stopped, panting heavily as sweat dripped from your forehead, looking down to see your chest decently exposed. Namjoon stood in front of you, face turning pink.

“Shit. Damn Joon should’ve told me to pack some different clothes” You pull of your gloves, setting them down before you unbutton the rest of your shirt and let it slide off of your shoulders, leaving you in a simple nude bra. It wasn’t meant for sports but you didn’t really care. Namjoon wiped the sweat from his forehead and eyed you up and down.

“I think I’m gonna uh…take a break” He gulped. You grinned, knowing that you were making him hot and bothered. He went towards the back of the warehouse where there were a few open showers.

He turned the water up cold, letting it run over him and his pants. You watched as he set his arms out, leaning against the wall so the water hit his muscular back.

“Joonie” You cooed, walking up to him. “Don’t be shy with me”

Namjoon didn’t dare look at you as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his toned waist, letting your fingers tug at his waistband. You pressed your lips into his back.

“Can you be a good boy for me and take this off hm?” You whispered. Namjoon’s breath was shaky and his eyes were clenched shut. He swallowed, trembling as he did as you asked, his wet pants falling to the dirty floor. You turned him around to face you, but his eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Joonie…look at me” You tilted his face up, ad he reluctantly met your eyes.

“Y/n…” He mumbled as you went on your tippy toes, letting your arms snake around his neck. “A…are you sure?”

“You tell me” You grinned, sucking lightly on his neck. Namjoon cursed under his breath, tilting his head to give you more room.

“I…I’ve wanted you for so long” Namjoon leaned back, the water from the shower now soaking you too. He stroked the wet strands of hair from your eyes, before leaning down and kissing you. You could feel him quivering from your touch.

“I really like you” He kept talking, his words barely making it into your brain as you were far too focused on how you were planning on getting him down on his knees.

“Is that right baby?” You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb tug at his lips. “Why don’t you show me huh?” You were down to roleplay, not realizing that for Namjoon his words were his truth.

“C…can I…see your tits…please?” Namjoon’s hands hovered over your body, not ready to touch you without your explicit permission.

“Go ahead” He unclasped your bra, and it fell to the floor. Namjoon gasped. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen them before. He had—but he still couldn’t quite believe it. His cock twitched, and he was ready to burst then and there, overwhelmed that he even made it this far with you. He cried out in discomfort, his boxers tight against his rigid cock.

“Y/n…please” Namjoon whined, grabbing your breast with one hand while he bent down to suckle the other.

“Fuck” You muttered, his sloppy tongue rilling you up as he desperately licked away at your tits.

“Please it hurts so bad” His cried vibrated into your chest as you stroked his hair affectionately. He sucked you harshly before switching to the other breast.

“Tell me what you need baby…use your words”

“Can I just…put my…if it’s okay I just” Namjoon let go of your breasts and stood up straight. “Wanna fuck you. Want you to ride me. If…that’s okay” You smiled at him.

“Of course baby, let’s go sit you down over there and then mama will take care of you” Namjoon’s eyes widened at your words, his knees wobbling. He gripped your shoulders, furrowing his brows and trying his best not to cum in front of you like an idiot without even being touched.

You led him over to the closest bench, where he sat down, sliding down his boxers so that his cock stood proud. You knew he wouldn’t last long, but seeing how he looked like he was gonna burst into tears, you weren’t about to shatter his dreams. Ridding your own underwear, you straddled him slowly.

His eyes were closed again, much to your dismay. “Joonie. Look at me.” You lightly slapped his cheek. His eyes met yours, wide and watery. He was a mess for you and you had never felt so powerful.

You sank down on him, watching as he cried out, his moans echoing throughout the empty warehouse. He set his hands at your waist as you raised yourself back up, the sweet drag of his cock sliding seamlessly down your wet walls.

“Oh my god Y/n” Namjoon buried his face into your neck as you continued to ride him slowly, bouncing up and down on his cock while he moaned out your name like it was the only word he knew.

You grabbed his face, pushing your lips onto his and shutting him up. His hands slid up to grab your breasts, fondling them desperately as you rolled your hips into him.

He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan into his mouth. He let one hand fall to your clit and began rubbing you rapidly.

“Wanna make you feel good too” He murmured, words enveloped by your kisses. For whatever show he put on, you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing, drawing soft circles on your clit and making your pussy leak onto him right away. You clenched down, causing Namjoon to almost scream into your mouth with pleasure.

“Wanna cum for mama? It hurts doesn’t it baby?” You teased. Namjoon pouted at you and nodded. You kissed his cheek. “I know it does baby. I know it hurts” You stroked his back, bouncing faster and faster on him.

“Y/n…fuck…please can I cum inside you? I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer” Namjoon bit down on your shouder, trying as hard as he could not to cum.

“It’s okay. You can cum, I got you baby” It was all it took for him to spill into you, his load seeming never ending. When he was done he hugged you tight to his chest, keeping his cock inside you, not wanting to lose your warmth.

The two of your remained like that for a while. You hummed lightly as Namjoon stroked your back. He cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna register for another fight. Against Jin. We still don’t have a clear winner but I’ve been training almost every day—I have to win” He growled lightly.

“Just be careful okay” You kissed his cheek. He shook his head.

“I don’t care what it takes. I have to win. I have to. I’m gonna win” You squinted at him, seeing an almost crazed glint. “I’m gonna win and finally get my prize” What prize? Money?

Working with Yoongi was different. There were far less drugs involved. In a way you were grateful that you were finally getting the real work experience you came for, but you did miss having fun with Hobi and Namjoon in the studio. Yoongi was quite serious about his work, and you admired that. He wouldn’t pay too much attention to you most of the time, simply asking you your thoughts on certain tracks every now and then.

“Tonight the title track drops as a single” He muttered, typing frantically on his laptop. You sat by his side, watching as he finished up some emails “It’ll drop around midnight.” He picked up his phone “Get Jimin in here.”

You groaned, recalling that you were expected to go over to his place tonight. Yoongi noticed your displeasure, raising his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“What” Jimin barged into the studio. You hated how disrespectful he was, especially to someone as talented as Yoongi.

“Your single is dropping tonight. Thought you’d wanna know. We should celebrate.” Yoongi shut his laptop and glanced at the both of you. Jimin grinned.

“Oh hell yeah. Party at my place.” He winked at you, “Wear something nice babygirl”

You choked, coughing to try to cover it up. You missed the way Yoongi glared at Jimin when he said that before he motioned for him to leave.

“Does Jimin bother you?” Yoongi asked, a hint—barely a hint—of genuine concern in his voice. You sighed.

“No sir. He’s just a typical rockstar”

What were you gonna wear? It was a formal event. Namjoon had made it clear that he would rather jump off of a cliff than step foot in Jimin’s place so he wouldn’t be going, and you hadn’t heard from or seen Hobi in a while. You assumed Yoongi would be there, so you wanted to look good, just in case. Although deep down you knew that if anyone was fucking you tonight it would likely end up being Jimin himself.

You chose a silky gold slip dress, looking at yourself in the mirror and almost not recognizing yourself without your usual grunge look. You wondered if Yoongi would still wear his chains. You shivered in excitement.

Jimin wanted you there early. He claimed to need to talk to you, but you knew he was probably just trying to get his dick wet. As you walked into the penthouse you were shocked at how clean the place was. He really had decked the place out for a nice party—his living room rearranged.

“Hey” You noticed Taehyung emerging from the kitchen. He looked so different, you had to blink to make sure it was really him.

He had dyed his hair black, a striking contrast to the mint green you had become familiar with, plus instead of his leather jacket and jeans he had on a fitted grey blazer with a crisp white shirt underneath. He looked fantastic.

“Damn you clean up nice” He grinned, “He’s waiting for you.” Taehyung motioned towards Jimin’s closed room. He quickly pulled you into a light hug, whispering in your ear “If he does anything you don’t want you just say it and I will fucking stop him okay?” You gulped, nodding lightly.

“Will you be watching?” You teased, letting your lips glide over his ear. Taehyung simply smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass playfully.

“Go get em girl” He let you go, watching as you headed towards Jimin’s room.

It wasn’t anything like you expected. The lights were dim, there were candles everywhere. All over his floor were rose petals. So cliche. You smirked to yourself.

Jimin emerged from his bathroom, looking astounding. He looked younger—like he did back in the days you would be worshiping his body day and night. His hair was styled similarly, up revealing his forehead. His shirt fit him great and you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to wear dangling earrings.

“You came”

Your breath hitched as he came towards you, and you subconsciously backed away from him until he was towering over you—your back pressed against the wall. He took your hands into his, kissing the tops of them softly.

“Stop blackmailing me. I don’t give a fuck if you send that video to Yoongi alright, he won’t care. He’ll protect me from an ass like you” Jimin let your hands drop as he circled your waist, touching his forehead to yours. Your heart skipped a beat. His face was so close to yours—but it wasn’t like before. He was actually looking at you. His eyes clean of any substance.

“I won’t send it. I told Taehyung to delete it. I want you to want this” He whispered, his breath landing in shimmers on your lips. For once he didn’t smell like tobacco. His lips looked incredibly soft, a sweet red tint making them pop.

He gazed at you, his hand traveling up your back where he found the zipper of your dress. “You look incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined” He was breathless. The way he was speaking made you want to melt. It was like every fantasy of your teenage years was coming to life in front of your eyes. He tugged at your zipper.

“I’m sorry for being an ass” He rolled his head against yours, letting his lips trace your cheeks. “You deserve better” He inhaled your scent as you felt him slowly tug the zipper down—your dress sliding off with it. You gasped as the fabric swept over your body until it was a pile on the floor. Jimin stepped back to look at you.

You hadn’t worn a bra, considering your dress was backless. At that point you had also chosen to go without panties—what was the worst that could happen? You’d flash your boss? You wished that would happen.

Jimin was gaping at you before a mischievous smile took his face. Your heart sunk, recognizing the familiar predatory gaze in his eyes.

“So naughty, you were ready for me weren’t you” He began unbuttoning his own shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders before letting his hand grasp your neck. He pushed his thumb to your lip, tilting your head back.

You shut your eyes, knowing full well what he would do next—but instead Jimin bent down and kissed you softly. His grip loosened, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

He pressed his chest against yours, his skin burning against you. The heat from the candles was persistent—it was too warm. Your body was flushed. It was the heat. You tried to convince yourself. Your tried to convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying Park Jimin kissing you like you were his.

He lifted you into his arms, lips not leaving yours as he carefully laid you onto his silk sheets. “Tell me what you want baby girl, let daddy take care of you today” He whispered, kissing you all over your face with light pecks before moving to your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, squirming under him as your heart began pounding through your chest. You were overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were fucked like this. On a bed, with delicate care. You weren’t normally a fan, but with everything you had been through you found yourself sighing in relief.

Jimin moved his kisses to your chest, kissing every inch of you as if he was trying to memorize every crevice of your body with his lips. You arched your back in pleasure as his lips wrapped around your breast. He didn’t linger, continuing to kiss the rest of your stomach. You giggled as you felt ticklish when he kissed above your belly. Your eyes were blown—full of yearning. Park Jimin was kissing you—kissing you everywhere. You didn’t want to wake up from this.

As he proceeded to go down on you, you glanced around his room. Your eyes landed on his bathroom door, that was just slightly open. Is Taehyung there? Is he watching? You buckled your hips as Jimin kissed the tops of your thighs. You felt him smile, thinking you reacted to him. But you were imagining Taehyung’s intense gaze—from who knows where.

Jimin climbed back up your body and kissed you again. “My pretty girl” He ran his finger over your throbbing core, teasing it with his soft touch. He watched you, hovering slightly as his fingers brushed back and forth. Your pussy clenched, as if it was trying to catch his finger and swallow it in. You whined out, hands finding his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.

“Daddy” You whined softly, biting your lip. Jimin watched you close your eyes and savor his fleeting touch. “Daddy please” You moaned, prompting Jimin to glide a finger into your sopping cunt. You squealed with pleasure as he moved it excruciatingly slow, in and out, teasing you. He let his head fall against your neck as he continued to finger you. He loved how desperate your pussy was for him.

“Does my baby girl want more?” He teased, nibbling your shoulder. You nodded quickly, and he obeyed, inserting another finger. You groaned—the stretch feeling so good. You needed him to go faster. It wasn’t enough. You spread your thighs, hoping to urge him on, but he didn’t relent. Your nails dug into Jimin’s shoulders.

“Faster” You could barely make a noise, legs quivering with desperation. “Faster daddy please” You were practically crying, and Jimin loved it. He sped up, the sound of your wetness becoming increasingly evident as you soaked his fingers. You bit your lip, nodding rapidly as pleasure soared through you. Jimin watched you, grinning at your reactions. “Yes…yes…like that…more please. Please daddy” You tried to push yourself down onto his fingers more. Jimin noticed this—and pulled them out of your completely. You groaned in frustration, the feeling of fullness leaving you suddenly.

“Did I say you could move?” He took his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. You frowned at the taste of yourself but sucked on them anyways.

“W..as…s..close” You tried speaking as Jimin pushed his fingers farther down your throat. You gagged on them before he pulled them out and dove in for another kiss.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum” Jimin’s voice was so soft, it had you trembling. He got off of you briefly to unbuckled his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers.

His cock was throbbing, eager for some sort of stimulation. He took your hand, guiding it to wrap around his hardened length and giving it a few pumps.

“Daddy’s never fucked you like this has he hm?” Jimin cooed at you, climbing back over you as he lined his cock to your entrance. You widened your thighs, shaking your head. Jimin clicked his tongue “Daddy’s bad. Daddy should fuck his good little girl right” He teased his tip into your folds, moaning loudly at how wet your were as your cunt swallowed him in. He stills momentarily, and the two of your share an intimate stare. Jimin’s heart is speeding, and so is yours. You don’t know what has gotten into him—he doesn’t either. He sinks into you, crying out your name.

“Oh fuck baby oh fuck” Jimin whines, “So good. So fucking good baby, you feel so fucking good” He panted, his voice getting louder. He dug himself as far into you as he could go. “Baby…you’re so tight…holy shit” He tilts his head back in ecstasy—his expressions making you tighten on him even more. He drags his long cock out, angling his hips again before thrusting into you again, this time much faster.

“Baby…my good fucking girl…oh my God” Jimin was losing control. The pleasure began clouding his judgement, making him almost dizzy. He didn’t even realize that he had sped up much more. He didn’t notice that he had grabbed your neck, choking you down like he normally does. He didn’t notice that your moans had swapped out for winces of pain as he pounded into you relentlessly. His eyes were shut. He was gone—lost in the sweet feeling of you.

You came, much to your dismay, as Jimin’s filthy curses and praises got to your head. Your body jerked, twitching all over as you cried out helplessly. You felt good, but were upset that Jimin had gone back to his usual ways. Taehyung are you seeing this? You looked around again. Was he watching from a camera maybe? You looked at the television in front of Jimin’s bed. Squinting your eyes, you could see a slightly gleam coming from the top. Is that it? Do you see me Taehyung? You stared at it, choking as Jimin continued to fuck you silly.

“Stop” You could barely breathe. You tapped Jimin’s shoulders but he didn’t notice. He wasn’t looking. He was too caught up. “Please” You croaked, “Jimin slow down…stop I can’t—I can’t” The air was knocked out of your lungs as Jimin tightened his grip more. You felt your eyes bulge as his hot cum shot into you. His hands fell off to your side and you took the deepest breath you could conjure—little black specks already decorating your vision. Jimin was panting, a big smiled on his face as he looked down at you.

Tears rolled down your face as your gasped for more air. Jimin jumped off of you, realizing what he had done. “Holy shit Y/n” He muttered, looking around frantically for water. On cue, Taehyung barged into the room, tossing him a bottle.

“Don’t look at her!” Jimin screeched at Taehyung as he pulled the covers over your shaking body. You took the water from him and gulped it down, steadying yourself. You gave Taehyung a thankful look and he nodded to you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…shit I’m so sorry” Jimin pleaded as he helped you sit up, stroking your back.

“Deleted the video by the way” Taehyung walked over to you and sat down by your side. “Jimin, Yoongi and the others are here. You better go, I’ll take care of her” Jimin gave Taehyung a grateful pat on the back as he quickly got dressed, running to the bathroom to fix up his hair and makeup.

You let your eyes flutter shut, Taehyung taking the bottle from you and stroking your hair. You doze off, not seeing Taehyung open a familiar video on his own phone, before hitting send.

Jimin did his rounds, plastering a fake smile to entertain and welcome his guests. He excused himself as fast as he could. Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, noticing him trying to leave.

“You okay?” Jimin sighed. Yoongi was one of the only people he could confide in.

“I just need some air. I’ll be back” Yoongi nodded in understanding, letting him go. Jimin found his way out of the building. He paced back and forth on the sidewalk, beating himself up for his actions. God, what was wrong with him? He groaned in frustration, stomping his foot.

You were the closest thing to happiness he had felt in so long and he went ahead and fucked it up just like he had done with everything—his music, his career, and even his drug empire was on the cusp of falling apart all because of the Death Valley bastards.

He took a deep breath before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. He needed a smoke—bad. As he lit the cig, he noticed a black cadillac rolling into the parking lot at a frantic speed. He stopped momentarily, looking up as the car swiveled out of control.

Until it was headed straight for him.

People really thought it was a PR stunt. You rolled your eyes as you scrolled through social media at the news that Jimin was in the hospital after being in a car accident. Right after his song dropped nonetheless. You felt bad—the song was doing really well, but he wasn’t even conscious to see it. You yourself really liked it. It reminded you of his older work, but with a more mature touch to it. You could feel that the boy was struggling with something dark within himself. That was something you could relate to.

Taehyung had been wild when he found out, immediately making calls and screaming at people over the phone. You assumed that the accident was probably…not an accident, given his reaction. You wanted to go see him as soon as you could. Yoongi luckily gave everyone the day off to cope, and you headed over first thing in the morning.

Your eyes became teary as a nurse led you to the room Jimin was in. He was unconscious, and looked absolutely beat. You sat by his side, fluffing his hair affectionately. The nurse left the two of you alone, and you leaned down to give a soft kiss on his lips, naively wondering if like sleeping beauty he might wake up. Of course he didn’t. This wasn’t a fairy tale—it was far from it.

You had been up all night thinking about it. You finally understood was Jin had meant when he suggested that you knew too much. Did Namjoon do this? The car was the same kind as his was. He did hate Jimin passionately, you knew this for a fact. But would he really go this far?

You thought back to your last interactions with Namjoon. He did seem to be a little out of his mind lately. You figured it was the drugs. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook what exactly he’s on.

He had been so aggressive about wanting to win the upcoming fight. Did he do this on purpose? You recalled that he said Jimin made him lose the last time. You felt queasy. Maybe all the shit you and Namjoon had been through really got to him, and this was him reacting.

The driver of the car was not found at the site of the accident, and it was by sheer luck that Jimin was even alive according to the police.

You pulled out Seokjin’s business card, finally fed up with all of this. It was getting too dangerous. You no longer felt safe. You dialed his number.

As the phone rang you heard the door swing open. You smiled sheepishly, waving at the familiar cheery face you hadn’t seen for so long. The face of a man that Namjoon had made you doubt. You were questioning everything now. It was Hobi.

Seokjin had headphones blaring his favorite songs as he jogged in place, getting himself pumped up at a local gym. He let out a few punches into the air. He was ready to beat Namjoon shitless. He was pleased. Pleased that you had finally called him, agreeing to meet with him and cooperating. He was so close to finding out the person behind all the madness—he just needed to get to Jimin.

The two of you agreed to meet later in the day. You had told him a brief amount of what all you knew and thought, but he recommended not giving details over the phone. Jin knew that gangs were smart enough to wire tap phones of their associates, especially ones who knew as much as you did.

“So you’re Jin” He turned, a man walked in, leaning casually against the wall. “Nice to meet you” He smirked before adding “Officer”

Jin turned quickly, grabbing a pistol and aiming it at the man who simply laughed. “Relax officer. I’m not who you’re after.”

Jin gritted his teeth, not letting his gun down. “What do you want?”

“See. There’s this girl.” He showed Jin a live video of you on his phone, “I have a guy there, on standby to shoot her brains out. Now you can prevent that” He walked closer to Jin, grinning widely.

“What do you want? I can fucking kill you dumbass”

The man shrugged, “You could. But then he will still kill Y/n. The only way he backs down is if he hears from me” The man brings up his own gun, aiming it right back at Jin, “That you’re gonna throw the fight”

“So you are a gangster.” He rolled his eyes.

“Poor Y/n. All alone at the hospital with no one to save her”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Oh didn’t you hear? Park Jimin got in a little accident” The man flashed a evil smile. Jin shuddered.

“Ok, ok. I’ll lose, just don’t fucking touch her. I want a guarantee” Jin raised his arms, lowering his gun to the ground.

“Lose the fight first. Then we’ll deliver her right to you, officer” He turned around to leave, and Jin tried to memorize every detail he could of the man—he had to be connected to Jimin somehow. He noticed the tattoo on his back, and his eyes widened.

The tattoo was of your name.

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The Right Chapter 3 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Hey gang, I wanted to give y’all another update this week because I know there wasn’t a lot of hotch in the last chapter. This is a long one!

Read previous chapters here!

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warnings: canon-typical harassment and violence, swearing

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It’s closer to the afternoon than the morning when you finally get out of bed the next day. Aaron had set you up in his guest room before going to bed himself, and had dutifully woken you up every two hours. You emerged into the kitchen to see him sitting at the table with his laptop open, surely working even though he was technically out on sick leave.

“Good morning” he says when he sees you appear in the doorway. “The coffee’s still hot, if you want some. I don’t have any RedBull, though.”

You rolled your eyes as you crossed the kitchen to make yourself a cup. “Is it still morning? It feels like I must have slept through the whole day.”

“Well, you needed it. Long night.” He tells you, and you let out a little hum in response. “Hey, uh. Your cell phone is on the counter. It was making a lot of noise and I didn’t want it to wake you.” he admits sheepishly. “I didn’t read anything, but Josh’s name popped up a lot.”

You pouted a little. “I guess I did kind of just disappear. I probably owe him an explanation,” you said, crossing the kitchen and picking your phone up.

“You don’t owe him a god damned thing.” Hotch said a little harshly, but you knew his tone wasn’t aimed towards you.

You powered your phone on-- Hotch must have turned it on after he took it. 13 missed calls and 27 texts, sheesh. Not all of them are from Josh, thankfully. You shoot a quick text back to JJ, Garcia and Emily, who had all individually checked in when you didn’t show up at the office. With a little more trepidation, you opened up your thread with Josh.

“Where are you?”

“You never came to bed last night.”

“Off fucking the boss man?”

“Did I catch you before you got down to anything good?”

“Fucking slut.”

“Couldn’t even finish cleaning the carpet before you left.”

“Fucking answer me.”

“Did I bash your skull so hard that you forgot to pack my lunch before you left?”

“This is ridiculous.’

“So you’re just running away?”

“Don’t be such a baby.”

“You are so in for it when you get home.”

“I should have killed you.”

There’s more, but you’re not sure you can stomach it. You drop your phone to the counter, swallowing back a bit of bile that has risen up from your stomach. Aaron is at your side in an instant.

“Can I look?” He asked quietly. He’s looking you right in the eye but you feel like you can’t see him at all, like he’s not really there. You must have nodded your head, because he picked up your phone and started scrolling, but you have no way of knowing how you even told your body to do that. After a moment, he sets your phone face down on the counter, and turns to face you, placing a gentle hand on each of your upper arms. “We are going to figure it out, okay? You’re not in this alone, and I’m not going to let you get hurt again. You did the right thing. You got out. And now you have help.”

He’s staring into your eyes as he promises to keep you safe, and the dam breaks. All of the emotions that you’ve bottled up for the last ten hours are flooding through you, and you’re sobbing uncontrollably before you have even recognized how upset you really are. Aaron gathers you up in his arms in an instant, and you wrap your arms around him, crying into his old sweatshirt.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. Let it all out,” he whispers in a mantra, rubbing your back.

You realize in this moment that Aaron is truly your best friend-- you’d always known that you were closer to him than anyone else in the office, and the same was true for him, with the possible exception of Dave. What you hadn’t realized, is that somewhere along the way, your college friendships, your academy friendships, your girlfriends, had all faded into the background, and Aaron became the person you wanted to tell good news to, the person you drew comfort from, and the person you called when you realized you couldn’t get the blood out of the carpet. The realization surprises you, enough to let you get a few deep breaths in and calm yourself down, untucking from Aaron’s shoulder and dabbing at your eyes with your shirt sleeve.

“Thank you,” you say through your choked voice, even though it could never be enough.

“How’s your head?” He asked, looking over the top of your head to the clock on the stove to see if it was time for you to have more pain meds.

“Ah, well, I don’t think the crying really helped.” You shrugged, attempting to bring some levity back to the situation as you picked your phone back up.

“What are you doing?” Hotch asked, eyeing you and the phone.

“I’m calling Josh back.” You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Okay, now I’m sure you hit your head,” he said, swiping the phone out of your hand before you could place a call.

“Hotch--”

“Can you at least tell me why you want to do this?” He said, and you can see the concern etched into his face.

“I’ve got to go back at some point. I’m sure it’ll be easier for him to cool off if I’m not completely ignoring him in the meantime.”

“Go back? What are you talking about?” Aaron asked

“I live there, Hotchner. I can’t avoid him forever. Even if I move--”

“You’ll stay here. For as long as necessary. It’s not safe for you to go back there.” He says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Do I get a say in this at all?”

“Not if your only defense is that you don’t want someone else to take care of you. Because right now you need caring for, and I’m not letting you talk your way out of it.” Hotch said resolutely, and you sighed. The silence lingers for a moment before you speak up again, quietly.

“I could use some more pain meds.” You admitted.

“You shouldn’t take these on an empty stomach. Let’s get you some toast, drink your coffee to clear up your sinuses and then you can take your next dose and go back to bed.”

“Hotch, the day’s half over. I can’t go back to bed.” You argued, with significantly less heat behind it, lifting the steaming mug of coffee up to your face at his suggestion.

“It’s a sick day. You’re injured. You’re supposed to rest all day and let your body heal. You won’t be arguing with me once you’ve taken the pills.”

Hotch had tried to get you to take the rest of the week off, but you couldn’t stand the thought of sitting around in his apartment doing nothing. You also knew that an extended absence would catch the attention of your teammates-- and you weren’t sure if you were ready to share all of this with them yet. That was why you were perched in front of the mirror in Hotch’s guest room, liberally applying concealer and powder to your healing black eye. Aaron had made you promise to take it easy, and you already know he’d have eyes on you all day to make sure you weren’t overdoing it. No need to attract any more attention. There’s a soft knock from the hall.

“Come in,” you called.

“Hey,” Hotch said, swinging open the door. “We’ve got to leave in a few minutes.”

“I’ll be ready,” you assured him, dipping your brush into the powder before brushing it over your nose and cheekbone, wincing a little.

“When did you learn to do that?” Hotch asked softly.

“Hotch…” You responded softly.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry. You don’t need to answer that.” He apologized, averting his gaze to the floor.

“If I answer, are you going to stop blaming yourself for not noticing?”

“I can’t promise you that.” He shakes his head.

“I wasn’t… I’m not a battered woman, Hotch.”

“Of course you aren’t.” He’s quick to affirm you, to make sure you know he doesn’t see you as a victim.

“No, I mean, this was excessive. Was he rough? Sure. Did he leave marks? Yeah, he did. But I wasn’t getting tossed around and beaten like that. He’s not really like that, normally. He was just drunk, I think.”

“You’re not seriously making excuses for him, are you?” Hotch asked, and suddenly you’re indignant, even though you know he’s right.

“He had a bad night.” You protest weakly.

“He almost killed you!” Aaron raised his voice, just a tad.

“He was just trying to scare me.” You countered.

“He was escalating. I know that you know that,” Hotch said, searching your face, looking for something to profile. You didn’t blame him, you knew your behavior was erratic. You draw a deep breath, your chin quivering as your eyes welled up.

“It worked. I’m scared.” You squeaked out, trying not to let the tears fall and ruin the makeup you’ve worked so hard on. Hotch wrapped you in his arms again and you breathed in deeply, letting his cologne fill your lungs and lull you into a calm.

“You don’t need to be scared. I’ve got your six. I’ve got you.” He reminded you, and you pulled away from him.

“I don’t think I’m ready to share this with the team yet.” You told him, and he nodded.

“Like I said, your pace. When you’re ready, you’ll tell them, and if you want my support, I’ll be there. I’m gonna go make us some coffee, meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

You were silly to think that you could hide anything from a group of profilers-- none of them have guessed it, yet, or if they have, they’re too polite to say anything about it, but they’ve certainly noticed something. They surrounded you with concern and peppered you with questions the second you walked into the office, and Hotch’s devotion to making sure you weren’t pushing yourself too hard certainly wasn’t going unnoticed. It was during one of your Unit-Chief-Mandated-Breaks that you snuck into the kitchen to refill your water bottle. Almost silently, JJ slipped in behind you.

“You know, you can just say the word, and we’ll all stop pestering you.” She says, and you can hear her gentle smile.

“That’s okay. If I call you off, I lose the right to fuss over whoever’s next.” You tried to crack a joke.

“Good point.” She chuckled.

“I really am okay, Jayje.” You assured her.

“No, honey, you aren’t.” She shook her head. “But you’ll tell us when you’re ready, and we’ll support you even if the secret dies with you.” She laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the kitchen together, sharing a small conspiratorial laugh, your heads thrown back as you pass through the doorway. When the ping of the elevator doors opening grabs your attention, you drop your water bottle in shock.

“You okay?” JJ asks, bending over to pick up your water bottle as he storms through the glass doors of the BAU.

“You whore!” Josh spat out, catching the attention of the whole bullpen. So much for keeping them out of it.

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” Morgan asked, rising from his desk immediately.

“Josh?” Emily says, the first one to recognize him. Your eyes dart around the bullpen, and you spot Reid at his desk phone, no doubt calling security.

“You fucking bitch!” Josh says, still advancing towards you. Your brain is screaming at you to run but you can’t get your legs to move. It’s a literal childhood nightmare, playing out in the flesh.

“Come on, let’s go back into the kitchen” JJ says softly, her tone betraying none of her fear as she practically shoves you back into the kitchen. You stumble into a chair, and the sound is muted because of the door, but you can still see and hear everything through the glass. Josh takes another step into the bullpen, but Morgan’s in front of him.

“Turn around and walk out of here, man, because there’s no other way this ends well for you.” Morgan puffs out his chest, trying to stop Josh from looking over his shoulder and seeing you.

“Not until that slut gives me some fucking answers,” He spits out, and you feel JJ squeeze your hand, but you’re too laser-focused on the scene in front of you to acknowledge her.

“I’m going to give you one more chance to walk away.” Morgan hisses through his teeth, advancing closer to Josh.

“I’d listen to him if I were you.” Hotch said, suddenly appearing on the other side of Josh. You hadn’t seen him come down the stairs.

“Ah, good old boss man.’ Josh jeered. “How’s my sloppy seconds? I hope she’s treating you real good seeing as how you stole her right out from under me in the night.”

Without warning, you watch Hotch’s fist connect with Josh’s face. Josh stumbles away, holding his nose, when security comes in through the elevators.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving.” He says, raising his hands in surrender. He turns around to face Hotch once more. “This isn’t over.” He says, bringing his hands back to his nose and following the security officer into the elevator.

There’s a stunned sort of silence that hangs over the unit for a few moments before you hear someone break out into a sob. When you feel JJ’s hand start rubbing across your back, you realize that it came from you. The door flies open and you startle, but when you look up, you see a clouded figure of Hotch through your tear-saturated eyes.

You hear JJ and Aaron whisper to each other, but you can’t focus enough to hear what they’re saying. Whatever it is, the conversation ends with JJ slipping out of the kitchen just as quietly as she came, and Aaron sliding into the chair across from you.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, his voice only just loud enough for you to hear over the sound of your own labored breathing. You nodded, unable to verbally respond. He smoothed his hands over your shoulders, down your arms, taking your hands into his own. “You’re okay, he’s gone. Security knows who he is now, he won’t be allowed back in the building.” He tells you, and you nod again.

“I’m okay.” You manage to choke out.

“I need you to take some deep breaths for me, okay? You’re going to make yourself sick.” He asked of you, disarmingly calm, as he modeled the deep cleansing breaths for you. You take a deep, shaky breath in, trying to force the oxygen all the way down into your lungs before letting it back out in a huff. “Good,” he told you. “Good job, sweetheart, keep going.” he encouraged you, tucking a piece of hair that had gotten stuck to your tear-stained cheek behind your ear. When you were finally calm enough to look up at him, you did so. “There you are,” he smiled at you. “You’re okay.”

“I’m okay. Your hand--”

“I’m okay--” He assured you, but you flipped his hand over in your own anyways. It’s swollen.

“You need ice.” You said, standing up and crossing to the freezer.

“You need to sit down before you fall.” Aaron stood up to follow you, shaking his head.

“I took my deep breaths, Hotch. I’m not an eighty year old woman.” You chastised him as you pulled a few ice cubes out of the freezer, putting them in a plastic bag and wrapping a paper towel around it.

“My hand is fine.” He argued with you as you pressed the ice pack to his knuckles.

“You are in absolutely no position to argue with me about letting someone else take care of you, hypocrite.” You fought back, with nothing but concern behind it.

“Okay, fine, but can you sit down, please.” He begged of you.

“Don’t I owe the rest of the team an explanation for all of that?”

“They can wait. Sit down.” He said, and it was no longer a request. You sat down in the seat across from him. “How’s your head?”

‘It’s been better.” You tell him honestly.

“Take a few more deep breaths, please.” He tells you, and you roll your eyes.

“Hotch, I’m--”

“You’re holding your breath. Your shoulders are practically touching your ears. Plus, it would make my hand feel better.” He says, shooting you a grin that would be wholly inappropriate for the situation if it didn’t make you feel so at ease.

You roll your eyes at him in mock-contempt, taking the breaths to appease him and dropping your shoulders. “How is your hand, seriously?”

“I’m fine. I’ve thrown my fair share of punches.” He smirked at you, still trying to distract you, to lighten the mood. “We can just leave. You must need more pain meds, if not a nap. We don’t have to get into all of it today.”

“Well, they all basically know now. We should probably just go to clear the air that I’m not sleeping with you for a promotion.”

“If you’re not up to it, we can--”

“No, Hotch.” You stand up, shaking your head at him through a smile. “Let’s go get it over with.”

The team, of course, didn’t need you to explain that all of what Josh had said was false. Your integrity and the trust shared between all of you was louder than any stupid asshole that could bluster in through those glass doors. You’d cried all of your makeup off, so your black eye was now fully exposed to the team. Aaron left a protective hand on the small of your back the whole time you spoke, never once speaking over you or interrupting. As soon as you finished, you felt silly for ever thinking you needed to hide this from them-- they were supportive without being pitying, and JJ, Emily and Garcia had wrapped you up in hugs just as soon as you finally got it all off your chest.

“We’re going to head out, obviously call us if there’s an urgent case notification.” Aaron explained to the team. “You all should feel free to leave as soon as your paperwork is done.”

“Hotch, I’m really fine,” you tried to insist.

“Are you gonna tell the team they have to keep working?” Aaron quirked an eyebrow at you and you scowled, knowing there was no going back now. “I’m just going to pack some of my stuff up.” He told you, turning back to his office. You followed suit, going to your desk and tidying up.

“Hey, cupcake.” Morgan whistled to get your attention before crossing the bullpen to get to you. “If I had known--if I had seen that bruise on your face before he walked in here -- I would have taken him down myself. Hotchner showed an... impressive amount of restraint.” He told you with a humorless chuckle.

“Thank you, Derek. But he’s not worth it, seriously.” You told him with a smile.

“No, he’s not.” He agreed. “But you are. Don’t you forget that, okay? If you need anything, I’m here.”

Instead of responding verbally, you pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. He wrapped his arms around you snugly, crushing you into his chest. It hurt, a little, but the overwhelming security you found with him holding you was far stronger than any pain.

You pulled away and bid your goodnights to the team, following Aaron out to the car taking off towards his apartment.

“You were really brave back there. I’m proud of you. As your friend, not your boss. Or, I guess as your friend and your boss.” He tells you, taking one hand off the steering wheel to squeeze yours briefly.

“I didn’t really have much of a choice,” you rolled your eyes with a small smirk.

“There’s always a choice. You chose to get out, and you chose to let your team in. That’s not nothing.” He told you as he parked the car in front of his place.

“Thank you,” you said, choosing to accept the compliment even though you didn’t believe him. Aaron saw it in your eyes, but he let it slide. You’d see, eventually. At her pace, he reminded himself.

“I was thinking I’d cook tonight. Do you have anything particular in mind?” He asked as you settled into the apartment, hanging up your coats.

“Aaron Hotchner, you can cook?” You laughed, turning around and beaming at him. He couldn’t help but return your smile.

“I’m not Dave, but I manage.” He said coyly.

“I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious.” You told him graciously. “And I’m very excited to try it.”

He tossed you an orange from the bowl of fruit on his counter, and then your pain meds. “Go take a nap.”

“Hotch, I’m---”

“Nope, I don’t want to hear it. I let you spend six hours squinting at screens and paperwork under fluorescents. None of that was good for your head. Go.”

You rolled your eyes at him goodnaturedly before going to the guest room, stripping your work clothes off in favor of a pair of sweats and an FBI Academy t-shirt. Truth be told, everything that had gone down at work had been exhausting, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep.

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