#because SOMEONE wanted the undercover job where everyone's eyes are on you

[multific]

More Than

Deckard Shaw x Reader

Warning: PinV sex

Summary: You had a tendency of avoiding your problems, but what if the problems come after you?

Deckard and you had good chemistry. 

Both on and off missions.

But you didn't let yourself fall into the delusion that he would possibly want more from you than sex.

Deckard after all was a handsome man, rich and good at his job, he could get anyone, so why would he want you?

You were sent on the same mission as him and Hobbs.

Needing to go undercover, Shaw and you decided to play the part of the rich couple.

You desperately needed info from a computer which was of course in an office where they are holding a gala tonight. 

What a coincidence!

So you had to play dress up with Shaw and play the part of the wife.

Of course, this was all Luke's idea because why wouldn't it be.

But you weren't going to lie, the dress that hugged your curves, the high slit which showed off your leg, it all felt a bit too much.

"Stunning." was all Shaw said when he saw you which did give you a little boost of confidence.

The way his arm held you close to his side, the way he smirked at everyone who asked about you, he looked like a proud husband.

"I got the USB let's go." you said as you were ready to dip, but then a man made a comment. The man clearly had enough champagne for that night.

Deckard immediately turned around after hearing the comment.

"What did you just say?" he let go of you as he walked towards the man.

"I said, your wife is nothing but a gold digger. A whore." the man said with probably way too much confidence.

"That's my fucking wife, no one will disrespect her!" Deckard looked mad. As if he really was your husband.

When he threw the first punch you let out a sigh. You just leaned back and waited until you heard the man's jaw and nose break and the security threw both of you out.

"Dickhead." said Deckard as he walked to his car opening the door for you.

"He was drunk." you said as you both got into the car and he started to drive.

"Yeah, now he had a broken jaw and nose on top of that."

"You know I don't care what he said right? I'm not a gold digger or a whore so..."

"He still had no right to say those things."

"Thank you for standing up for me though." you placed your hand on his shoulder as you saw him get calmer.

Mission accomplished. 

The World was saved yet again.

Deckard offered to drive you home, which you agreed to.

"Thank you for driving me." you said as you turned to get out of the car but his hand on your forearm stopped you.

"Y/N... I am not good with words," he let out a groan.

"Don't do this please, we both know you don't want anything from me but sex. I feel the tension, yes, but I told you before, I'm done fooling around." his eyes locked with yours as you finally looked at him.

"I'm not-That't not-I don't just want sex from you, Y/N. I want more so much more." you looked at him but didn't say a word. "You don't believe me do you?"

"I'm sorry, Shaw." 

"You have no clue how much I need you. Please just give me one chance. I can't keep going on like this. All I can see is you. Whenever I'm with someone, all I can think about is you, Y/N."

"Deckard..."

"I'm serious, I'm not saying this so I could get into your bed." you opened the door as he let go of your arm.

"I-I don't know." you said honestly before getting out of the car and you ran to your home.

You honestly didn't know what to say. He looked sincere, but you had your doubts. 

No matter how you felt towards him, no matter how much you liked him, you knew his kind. You ran into this many times in your life before.

You fell for a man who never wanted you as a whole. They just wanted you for one thing and once they had enough of that, they moved on. 

And you were done with that.

But if he was like your exes, why did he look so sincere?

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Deckard punched the wheel, watching the door close behind you, he knew he fucked it up.

He should have been more honest with you. Why was he so bad with words?! 

All he could do is curse himself, now he made things awkward on top of the tension. 

Great. 

---

Later that night, you were on your couch, thinking. Still, trying to figure out whether you should believe Deckard and jump into something that you might get hurt from?

Strangely enough, you could see yourself and Deckard having a happy life. 

A knock came from your door and you stood up, finally, your food was here.

Nope.

Of course, it was Deckard.

"Look, I just-"

"Order for Y/N Y/L/N?" both of you turned and saw the guy with pizza in his hand. 

"Yes. Thank you. Keep the change." you said as you got the pizza and headed inside. "Come in," you said, turning to Deckard who headed into your home.

He looked around as you went to the kitchen. Your home was very you, with a bunch of collectables on your shelves. He leaned against your doorframe as he watched you prepare your pizza.

"I didn't lie. I have feelings for you that I cannot describe. But I know they are real." you tried to decide what to do. Should you reject him? Or accept his confession and risk getting hurt again? Your eyes looked everywhere but him.

"I don't want to get hurt. I have been, way too many times in the past."

"I know that. And I can't promise that I will never but I can promise you that I won't give up on you. I would burn the world for you."

"The fact that I find your accent extremely sexy doesn't help my situation. The way you protected me when that asshole called me all those names... You make me believe in more than you should."

"You don't believe that I would burn the world for you?" he took a step towards you.

"You don't want you to. I just want you to be by my side. To help me and to be there for me."

"I can do that too. I can watch sappy movies and cuddle on the couch." 

"But do you want to? I don't want you to change for me. I don't want you to realize you became someone you didn't want to be because I forced you to."

"You didn't force me. I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure about it. Sure watching some Disney wouldn't be my first choice but it would do me good to take a step back from action." he watched as you took small steps towards him, you were still unsure but he was confident in what he wanted.

He wanted you.

In more ways than one.

So, when you finally arrived in front of him, his arms moved around you as he pulled you into a kiss, something both of you craved for a long time now.

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Maybe, possibly, having sex as the first thing you do wasn't the best way for him to prove it to you that he was serious.

But you weren't complaining and neither was he.

You tasted so sweet on his tongue and you kept moaning as his mouth worked his magic on you.

And the fact that he had no hair which you could pull on didn't help. One of his hands was holding your thigh while the other had two fingers moving in and out of you, spreading your wetness as he now focused on your clit.

Your hand found his as you squeezed his fingers.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra. 

"I'm going to make you cum with my mouth, twice, then I will pound you into your bed and after I will slowly fuck you like you deserve." his voice and promise rang in your head over and over as you kept inching closer to yet another orgasm.

Your legs shook a little as you came, he guided you through it nicely.

"Up on your knees." he said as if it was soo easy. You just had an orgasm you could barely breathe.

So, he helped you up, ass in the air, head in your pillow as his cock soon found his way into your tight hole.

"Fuck, how are you this tight?!" you heard him behind you but you were far too gone. When he started to move his hips your eyes rolled to the back and you just kept moaning.

You heard how wet you were, you heard how the bedframe kept banging against the wall and you heard his soft moans and groans as he sped up.

You felt like some kind of doll which he was using for his pleasure and you loved it. He grabbed your hair and pulled on it slightly as he moved his lips down your spine, sometimes stopping to bite on your skin.

His pace never once changed or slowed down. He kept on going and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

"You good, Doll?" he asked and you could only nod. "Look at you, being so afraid I would use you for sex and now... you can't even speak. Does it feel good?" you nodded again and he smirked snapping his hips and making you gasp. "Good Girl, you feel so fucking good." at his praise you started to move back to meet his thrust. "Good girl." he growled into your hear and you felt another orgasm coming. "You are getting tighter, are you gonna come?" 

"Yes." you breathed out and so he leaned back again, moving, watching his cock disappear in you.

With a loud cry, you came as he slowly fucked you through it, praising you the entire time. 

At that time, all you could think about is that if he is giving it to you this good, you were okay with being used by him all the time.

"I'm still not done." he said and you nearly forgot.

He moved you to lay on your side as he moved behind you, his cock never left you as he started to move again, holding your leg up a little for better access. He really kept his promise as he was now a lot slower and softer than before.

"You feel so fucking good." he said as he sucked the tenth hickey into your neck. 

"Can you come in me?" you asked in your daze, forgetting completely about the condom he put on earlier. But he decided to play along.

"You want me to breed you, Baby? Come deep inside and watch it ooze out of your fucked little hole?"

"Yes." you said and it was as if a switch got turned on in him.

He let go, his composure changed drastically as he now let himself get lost in the feeling. Moving so deliciously in and out of you he kept moaning and groaning, biting and kissing your skin.

He felt like he was melting, as if you two became one and he fucking loved this feeling.

"I'm close." he whispered and you grabbed his hand, giving him some form of leverage as he kept fucking you slowly and deep.  

"Deckard, please, I'm close."

And so, both of you came at the same time. Everything slowed down for just a second.

But soon, both of you were taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourselves.

You could barely stand but he carried you to the tub and let it be filled with nice warm water.

"Maybe, tomorrow we could go for dinner." he said as you run your fingers over his chest, he had you close to his body as the warm water surrounded you two. 

"I'd like that. You think my pizza is cold now?"

"Definitely, are you hungry? Or would you rather sleep?"

"Eat, then sleep. We can reheat the pizza and eat it." he nodded.

He held you closer to his chest as he let out a sigh of relief. He certainly didn't expect for this night to end like this.

This was all he ever wanted.

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Please 🙏 give us more thoughts on the friends to lovers AU cause that's literally the one I have too.

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I’m assuming you mean my friend to ememies to lovers au. Tbh it’s super self indulgent but I’ll hit the high points for you. Heads up: it’s fem reader bc it came from my notes app as a personal au.

ANYWAY ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS WOOOOO

Basically reader hangs around Jason’s neighborhood through childhood

Immediately best friends

Jason sees you about twice a week for many many years

Side plot of Jason finding a new mafia in Gotham

One day Jason shows up unannounced to your house bc you do it to him all the time since he moved and he really needs to talk to you (haven’t decided what the emergency is yet)

You aren’t in your room and something looks wrong

He crawls in through the window and hears people yelling and arguing

He goes Robin mode and starts trying to figure out what happened

He follows the metaphorical tracks into the wall

Secret door

He spies and realizes your family is the mafia family he has had his eyes on

And you’re the topic of conversation

There’s an emergency with one of the fronts they have so the topic switches and they leave

Jason confronts you a week later after being weird and distant

He asks what they were talking about

You explain that you either have to join in on your family’s crimes or you’re going to have to live on the streets. They don’t want you working in the family bc you’re a woman.

(There’s a scrapped version where your family demands you to kill someone’s to pledge your loyalty and when Jason dies, you say you killed him)

He tells you he’ll take care of you. He’ll talk to Bruce. You can figure it out. You will figure it out, together. He reveals himself as Robin. There is a light at the end of the tunnel for you.

Then Jason dies

You find out from the news after you don’t see him for two weeks

You decide, fuck it. Nothing waiting for you outside of mafia life

Your family doesn’t want want u working for them. AND you started later than everyone else. Double whammy

Your family doesn’t trust you

You work twice as hard. You are determined to work your way up. You will survive

They give you low level assignments

You start doing side assign,ents that they don’t ask you to. You get them intel they didn’t know was there to get. Intel they didn’t know they needed

You start working your way up a twinge over the years

They send you in undercover as a stripper. Your job is to see if a rival gang comes in. The man you’re looking for has a deal there today.

The man is known as the Red Hood.

You don’t know Red Hood’s identity but he’s big in the game. A known killer. But a protector of women and the innocent. Your family HATES him.

The Red Hold walks in as well as his client

You switch places with someone and dance colder to their table sk you can hear their conversation

The Red Hood looks at you and freezes

In his head, he’s thinking you left the mafia, but because he died, no one was there to support you so you turned to stripping

He’s also thinking he missed you

You tell him that if he’s gonna stare at you like that, he better fork up some dollar bills

He tells his "client" to hold on for a moment

He walks up to you, voice modulator on and asks how much for a private dance

You make a joke about how he probably can't afford it

He says “I guarantee you I can”

Your "manager" walks over and says you have to take the money and do it, all in "subtle" wording

You’re nervous but agree

You lead him to his private room

And before you can try to make him horny enough to interrogate him, you turn around and his mask is off

You see his face

Older, but Jason

Someone is supposed to come to the club in 5 minutes and kill the "client" was making a deal with.

You can't let them kill Jason.

"You have to leave. Right now."

"What?" He's confused.

"Fuck. I'm so glad you're alive, but you have to go."

He tries to ask if you chose to be a stripper or if you were out of options

You say "I'm not a stripper"

He's confused. Thinks you’re maybe a prostitute.

"My brother is coming in 3 minutes to kill whoever *Client* was making a deal with so that he would be forced to make a deal with-... with us."

"You didn't"

“Dont. Don't do that. You were dead, Jason. And even ignoring that fact, you're not exactly far from the profession either."

"No. No, but you didn't want this. Your family treats you like shit"

“Better than the streets would have treated me... 2 minutes, Jason you have to go. Fuck. I'm gonna get demoted for this.”

Jason says he has a plan

You say it's too dangerous; you’re not losing him again

"Do you trust me?”

“…I still trust you"

He walks out and cancels the deal

He walks back in and says *Client* has to make his merchandise half price now, and with your ‘private dance’, you made it happen

He kisses your cheek and walks out

Your brother walks in and asks where he is, ready to be angry

You tell him to make the deal now, it's half off and that you convinced the other guy to walk

This is great success

You’re even given the weekend off

Jason waits until you leave late at night with the other girls

They're used to him showing up sometimes and walking them to their cars. They don't bat an eye

But he wordlessly gets in your car. Gets in the drivers seat, and drives you to his place, where you spend the weekend.

He tries to convince you to stay. You say you can't.

Because you want to take over the whole joint some day

So you go back do what you do

If you and Jason ever intersect, you go to your apartment together.

You fuck

He leaves for patrol before you wake up

He fucks you so you fall asleep and he can leave without saying goodbye

You fight.

YouI say you should stop.

You love him. If you keep going you’ll never love anyone else. You’ll never move on.

The truth is: you already love him like that, but if you keep fucking him, you won't be able to leave and it'll put a target on both of your backs

You fuck one last time and then he leaves

(He becomes a bat around this time)

He’s your enemy now

And you’re rising the ranks

[fluff-n-cookies]

I saw your post for more platonic Dabi and I was wondering how you think Dabi would comfort a reader who had a panic attack and or is extremely socially anxious and always seeks him out for comfort. Whenever reader is anxious in public they hold onto the corner of his shirt or sleeve and tend to follow him or stick close to his side. If reader didn’t have the best home life then they’re probably constantly afraid Dabi is going to hate them or leave them. Reader is the kind of person who will let people talk down to them, mistreat them but heaven forbid anyone so much as looks at Dabi in distain/disgust. Reader will defend him with their life and is constantly defending him from other people’s opinions. Basically just reader and Dabi being each other’s found family

Okay, for starters I would like to apologize from the deepest depths of my heart. I am not right the head (obviously.) and I would like to give you the right to owning my soul, for I have been putting off your kind request for so long, and I genuinely am so sorry for the delay.

Now I actually think that this is very interesting especially form an analytical stand point.

Because Dabi does not like weak people. both physically and mentally. It's primarily rooted form his turbulent relationship with his father where he constantly tried to get stronger and better through training and pushing himself to be a strong as possible to please his father. his idol.

from that I think he would despise those weaker than him, not because he actually hates them, but more so because he needs to put other people down to rise himself up. it's more so "it's not that I should succeed, others should fail." it makes him feel better about himself, gives him that feeling of accomplishment that he would normally get from his father saying "good job." but eh rather gets it from bullying.

You'd have to do something truly spectacular to catch his eye for him to not put you down like he does everyone else.

I don't think it could be kindness, since when Rei persuades him to stop training an pushing himself so hard, he instead takes it as her trying to stop him. I'm not saying that that exact senario would play out as in

reader : Dabi! I got you flowers.

Dabi : YOU WANT TO STOP ME FROM BEING A HERO??!?!?!?!?

I'm saying he has a hard time accepting kindness, I'm saying he might not know what is someone trying to help him and what is someone trying to hurt him. like Rei does. this might actually draw him away.

I think what might actually work is the relationship he had with Fuyumi and Natsuo. because all three were heavily affected by their father's neglect and violence and I think that this may be evidence of sympathy or a ledge to protect them one day as a hero.

(of course, he doesn't become a hero, rather going partially insane as I would say and focusing on getting revenge on Enji, most likely to avenge himself and his brother and sister.)

what may lead him to you is the shared sympathy the both of you have when it comes to bad origins. it's the same sympathy he had with this siblings (minus Shoto) I'm thinking he walks in at the wrong time while you're in the middle of crying your heart out I do that way to often and while he doesn't interfere right at that moment, he will talk to you as best as his unsocial ass can. things like "sorry that happened to you." "you're not alone, that happened to me too." undercover of sarcastic remarks like "you're such a crybaby."

or something easier where the both of you reveal more and about your pasts forming a close relationship. details like "my dad would be pissed about that." or "ugh! that's something mom would say!" after a cruel insult. it would be an unspoken bond but a bond nonetheless.

this gives him an undying sympathy for you that he can't properly express. trust me he has so many things to say.

"I love you."

"thank you for being there for me."

"I would give you the world if asked."

"you're the reason I get up in the morning."

but for a child of an abusive and unloving relationship, the words are just not there. no seriously. there's only this feeling of warmth with you and nothing else. no words, only a flurry of pinkish love.

He'll let you come to him like the little ball of fear and sadness you are at times, he'll let you cuddle up you him as much as you want. he'll push you off when calm down a bit though, he'll leave with a grumble about how needy you can be.

note though, that he would probably never push you off immediately. it's not that he hates you, he thinks you're disgusting and the worst thing to ever exist.

it's just that he doesn't know how to respond. and I don't blame him.

it takes a while to get used to, get used to being loved and having something to love. but once he does you are SO in for it.

I'm talking flowers from the grocery store, free stolen popsicles, the right to murder anybody and have him help you clean it all up.

because he genuinely loves you, he really does, and when he understands after a couple years of knowing each other how to receiprocate your love, it suddenly all become to easy to be human, to be alive, to be happy.

he also does doesn't like you being talked down to. it comes from the depths of his childhood dream of being a hero and protecting people. especially loved ones like he does for Fuyumi and Natsuo. this also transforms into a need to provide for his loved ones, this can take form in helping you put together furniture, helping you with groceries, and talking to you when you're lonely. things you would do with your dad, which he basically is at this point.

on the same boat, he doesn't like you to fight for him. in his mind, it's HIS job to protect you not vice versa. he's seen you cry, talked you through your panic attacks, been there through those nights. you've already fought so much with yourself, you should not be fighting for him.

it's beautiful really. how much this one thing can change Dabi. it's just that you'll have to stick with him through the sarcasm and the insults and the roasts. but in the end.

he loves you. he'll protect you. maybe not Japan as a hero, but this one little thing. this one little perfect thing, he'll die for.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Cycles

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: Mentions of injury (slightly graphic), angst, smutty good times, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: Guess who remembered how to write?! That’s right, ME!! I got a random spark for this one day at work and it had it written within an hour. I have missed writing so much and I really hope there is more to come! Thank you to (charlotte) as always and all of you for your support especially those who haven’t given up on me. Thank you, also to everyone who has included me in a list of Pedro character writers. I truly feel honored to have myself next to some incredibly talented folks. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list which I’m just pulling from the last smutty Jack fic.

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  It was always the same with the two of you. He would roll into town, knock on your door, jump your bones, make you fall further in love and then he was gone. It always left you slightly heart broken but you knew he would always come back. He would come around, sooner or later, and it would be the same cycle once again. You didn’t mind it, you even craved it, but things were changing and they were changing quickly.

  Jack Daniels came into your life like a storm. Calm at first and then he swept you up in his wake. You couldn’t lie, even to yourself, you were in love with the man and it was an unfortunate matter. You knew in the depths of your soul it’d never work but you still held on to hope. You promised yourself the last time you’d woken up alone, you would tell him how you felt, the next time he came around. That was six months ago.

  He’d never been gone this long and it worried you endlessly. You checked your phone every five seconds, and you wished you had someone else to call for answers. You knew his job was dangerous, it was already something the two of you had discussed, and now your mind was jumping to the worst case scenario over and over again. You started waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares, unable to go back to sleep, afraid of seeing the image of him dead before your eyes all over again.

  Night had fallen and you found yourself on your couch with some wine, the bottle sitting before you on the coffee table. You’d put on a movie to distract yourself, hoping to find a bit of relaxation, when a knock sounded at your door. You froze looking at the front door, wine glass paused in midair. You gulped, feeling a tremble erupt through your body. Your mind went in two widely different directions. It could finally be Jack or it could finally be someone coming after you, because of Jack. But they wouldn’t knock right? You glanced at the side table, where you knew a gun hid in the drawer and slowly got up. You walked slowly to the door jumping when another knock sounded. You reached for the handle and opened it slowly.

  “Hiya darlin’,” Jack’s voice was weak, and he looked like he was going to fall over any second.

  “Jack?! Come on,” you spoke softly helping him in the house.

  “I’m alright. I’ve been patched up. I’m just a little weak is all. You should see the other guy,” he gave you his famous smirk, like he always did.

  Your eyes flitted over him, searching for his injuries, but besides the few small bandages and bruises on his face you couldn’t see any of them.

  “Jack you had me worried sick.”

  “I figured I did. I got Ginger to patch me up as quick as she could so I could get to you.”

  You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your eyes softened.

  “You could have called…” your voice was almost a whisper.

  “I would’ve if I could’ve darlin’ I swear it. I was undercover and I couldn’t contact anyone other than my team.”

  You let out a breathe you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Still standing in the entryway, you looked up at Jack, who was watching you so closely. He reached down, tipping your chin up, and kissed you gently. You melted into him, letting out a sigh of contentment. You pulled away after a few moments.

  “None of that tonight cowboy. You’re going to rest. You clearly need it.”

  “Now darlin’ come on I’m fine.”

  “Nope. You’re going to let me take care of you.”

  His fingers tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and let out a sigh. “You ain’t going to give in, are you?”

  “Nope now go.”

  You stepped back and he made his way to your master bedroom with you following behind him.

  “Did you get a chance to shower?” You asked, as you pulled clothes he’d left behind from one of your drawers.

  “No but I ain’t taking one. Unless you join me.”

  You gave him a pointed glare, but with the way those brown puppy dogs eyes looked at you, you couldn’t help but let him win this one.

  “Fine.”

  He smiled softly in victory and you couldn’t stop the chuckle, nor the shake of your head. You both stepped into the bathroom, and you helped him with his clothes trying to be as gentle as possible with him. The moment his clothes were gone and your eyes traced over him, you felt your stomach twist. You gulped, trying not to let the tears clouding your vision fall. He was hurt worse than he’d let on. You could tell by the brutal gash that had been stitched on his side. There were others hidden under bigger bandages.

  “Jack,” his name came out in a whisper, as your eyes looked him over.

  “Hey look at me,” his hand came to your cheek tilting your face to look at him. “I’m alright. I promise. I’ve had way worse than this. It looks worse than it is. Please don’t.”

  His voice softened to a gentle whisper, as he brushed tears from your cheeks. You held his stare for a moment more, before stepping back to remove your clothes, his eyes watching your every move. You stepped into the shower together, after you had let the water run for a moment. Jack let out a soft groan, the moment his body stood under the water.

  “Did you bring extra bandages?” Worry laced your voice at the sudden realization.

  “The good thing about us being high tech is, these bandages can get wet and it doesn’t do anything. They dry.”

  Jack’s job never stopped amazing you. You just simply nodded your head, before you got to work helping him wash. You worked your fingers through his brown hair, massaging at his scalp. His eyes stayed on you, watching every breathe you took. You took a wash cloth, placing soap in it and taking a breathe.

  “I can do it. I know you are worried about hurting me.”

  “No it’s okay. I want to,” you looked up at him with a small smile.

  You washed his skin gently, feeling his eyes still on you. It was getting harder for you not to just let him take you. Your hands trembled slightly, and suddenly Jack’s hands were taking yours.

  “Your turn,” his voice was low as he turned you.

  He washed your hair with equal gentleness. He was the same  washing your body, causing you to shiver as the washcloth ran between your legs. Soon the water was being turned off and the two of you were stepping out. You dried each other and he slipped on the white shirt and pj pants he had, and you slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

  “This is pure torture I swear,” he grumbled as you made your way to the bed.

  “It is for me too, but you are too injured for that.”

  “The only way I’m too injured for that is if I’m six feet under darlin’.”

  “That’s not funny Jack.”

  “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

  When you turned to him with a slight glare, he was smirking like a cat.

 “How long are you going to be able to stay?”

  “If you’ll have me, awhile. I have to take leave since I got hurt.”

  “Of course I’ll have you Jack. Good, I can take care of you then.”

  “You going to let me take care of you?”

  “When you aren’t moving like a robot, yes.”

  His face fell but a quirk pulled at his lips. You smiled in triumph and let out a laugh. The two of you settled in and he pulled you to him, being careful. You reached up and kissed him.

  “Sleep.” You spoke the word softly, thinking how you finally would yourself, tonight. “I’m glad you’re here and you’re okay cowboy.”

  “I always told you I would come back darlin’.”

  He kissed the top of your head and pulled you slightly closer, before you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat in your ear.

  Several days passed and the cycle Jack and yourself were usually stuck in, had finally been broken. You were getting a taste of what life would be like everyday with him. It was domestic bliss, and you couldn’t think of a time in your life where you had been happier. The urge to tell him the inner workings of your heart and mind were getting stronger as the days passed.

Jack was getting stronger by the day. He did things around the house for you that you couldn’t quite accomplish yourself, and it helped build his strength. You stayed on him to be careful as the days went, and soon a week passed. It had been the longest he had ever stayed and every single day you were afraid to wake up and find him gone.

  The two of you had just finished a dinner you had fixed together, and now you stood at your kitchen sink washing and drying the few dishes together. You swear the small smile on your face would be permanent until Jack took it with him. The only sound was the abandoned tv, low in volume and the two of you. When you finally finished Jack pulled you to him, spinning you to face him in the process. You let out a giggle a wide smile breaking over your face.

  “Alright I’m well enough. No more robot movements. I’m taking you to bed darlin’. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” Jack spoke firmly but a smirk still stayed on his face.

  “Alright fine, fine cowboy. Take me to bed Jack.”

  You voice rough at the last five words, and you looked up at him with hooded eyes. His head tilted and his lips crashed against yours. You melted into him, snaking your arms around his neck and threading your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly. He let out a moan against your lips and pulled you closer to him. His hands reached down and tapped gently at your ass and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He let out another groan and you pulled away panting.

  “I’m fine,” he breathed out and his lips were back on yours in seconds.

  He carried you, never coming up for air, until he had you on your mattress and was hovering over you. His hands started to wander quickly, and the next thing you knew your clothes were gone and so were his. You knew this time would be rushed after so long, but you also knew he wouldn’t leave until he was able to also take his time with you. You were a tangle of hands and lips, moans falling from your lips as Jack started to travel down your body. He paused at each breast, giving them attention before continuing on. He finally settled between your legs, and didn’t waste any time before he buried his head there. Your head flew back and your hand went to his hair.

  “Oh fuck! Jack! Yes!” You screamed out letting him take everything from you.

  He let out a moan against you, which made your hips buck and your back arch and then you were pulling at him.

  “Stop please,” you breathed out. “I need to cum around you.”

  You panted the words as Jack’s lips made their messy trail back up to your lips, kissing you deeply again.

  “I swear you’re going to be the death of me darlin’,” he smirked before he entered you.

  Both of you let out moans and your body shuddered at the feeling you had missed so much. Jack fit you like a puzzle. He moved in and out of you quickly, but gently, and you wrapped yourself around him. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t touching him. Your emotions were slowly heightening and you had to push your feelings away quickly, to keep from crying right then and there.

  “Jack I’m…” it was all the warning you could muster before you fell apart under him.

  He was right behind you, burying his head in your neck and kissing under your ear. He let your name fall in a whisper, that made you shudder again. You didn’t want this moment to end and apparently he didn’t either, because the two of you stayed like that for several moments. Finally he pulled his head away and locked eyes with yours. He searched your face for a long moment, before kissing you once again and then pulling out of you. You both let out a hiss and he slowly got up. You watched as he went into the bathroom, coming out with a wash cloth that he used between your legs to clean you up, before settling back in bed with you. He pulled you to him and you turned on your stomach and looking up at him. Your fingers rested against his chest, caressing him gently. He watched you intensely, and almost made you chicken out of what you were about to say.

  “I need to get this off my chest or I’m going to end up chickening out and regretting never saying it. I understand if it’s not how you want things to be, and just because I say this doesn’t mean we have to fall out of this cycle we have with each other…”

  “One we have broken,” Jack’s voice was soft and his fingers brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, before settling on your arm and rubbing gently.

  “Yeah I guess we have huh?” You let out a light chuckle and then took a breath. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you Jack.”

  It was a lot less words than what you had thought and practiced in your head, but it was simply the truth and the bottom line. You didn’t look at him and the silence seemed to stretch too long. Your stomach began to do gymnastics, until Jack’s fingers fell to your chin tilting your head, your eyes meeting his.

  “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. The only reason I let this cycle of ours go on, was because I was scared. I work a dangerous job, live a dangerous life. I’ve already lost someone to it and I didn’t want to lose you. That’s the last thing I ever want to do.”

  “Jack I don’t care about any of that. I would know what I was signing up for it we…”

Your voice feel away as you felt anxiety build inside of you. Jack studied you for a moment then he let out a breath.

  “Dammit. I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted you…us,” he spoke as his hand slid into your hair behind your ear.

  “Me either Jack,” your voice was a whisper and it was full of emotion.

  “Then let’s permanently break the cycle then, yeah?” Jack’s face broke out into a smile.

  “I would love nothing more Jack.”

  You didn’t stop the tears, you didn’t stop the smile and you didn’t stop Jack as he pulled you to him, kissing you deeply again. You had tasted  life with Jack and now you would be living it with him, by his side. You had no idea what was going to happen with the two of you and it made it all that more exciting.

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[secretwriterpp]

Interrogation

Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader x Dave York (mention of the other TF boys)

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. An old partner is coming back to haunt Frankie.

This is very violent, I don’t know where it came from, but I had to write it. It’s not for everyone , please read the warnings before reading.

Please reblog and comment!!! I’m also open to suggestions for a part 2. The aftermath.

WARNINGS: Major Warnings!!! Please do not interact if any of this is a trigger to you: Graphic depiction of GRAPE. Violence, torture, verbal and psychological abuse, cursing, blood (loads of it) blood kink, knifes, guns and DEATH.

{Masterlist}. {Chapter2}

The days spent with Frankie and Santi were good. You took care of each other. Frankie was always so sweet with you. You knew he was in love with you, but you wanted him to make the move , but he didn’t. Santi told you it was because he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. Which was bullshit, you had similar past, both military , both going on questionable top secret missions, both killing more people than you would admit to. If he wasn’t good enough , you weren’t either.

That night , Santi was going out at a local bar with his new conquest. He wasn’t supposed to leave the safe house , but he couldn’t stay at one place for too long. You and Frankie fell asleep watching a movie. All night long you hoped he would get up and sit next to you. It was so absurd that he wouldn’t do it. You two were perfectly comfortable with each other, he only had to take the last step. He was only wearing boxer shorts and you were rocking one of Benny’s oversized t-shirt over your panties. It would be so easy to just straddle him and kiss him, but you wanted to be chased. So here you were, both dreaming of the other on your respective side of the couch. You were dreaming about him, swimming in your childhood pool. You were next to him, in your skimpiest bikini and that’s when you felt something grab your hair and pull you out of the water. But that part wasn’t in your dream.

You opened your eyes , you were face down on the floor with someone’s foot between your shoulder blades. Frankie was knocked out not far away from you. A guy all dressed in black brought one of the chair from the kitchen next to him. The man kicked his ribs.

- Catfish! Time to wake up.

He knows him, you thought.

Frankie opened his eyes and instantly tried to get up.

- Calm down my friend , you have two guns pointing at you, plus your little girlfriend is in a bad position too.

Frankie recognize the voice of the man who was pointing a gun at him.

- York? What the fuck ?

Dave York used to be his partner in some other missions he did before he met you and the guys. He couldn’t believe he was standing in front of him. He thought the guy was dead , he even went to his funerals.

- Yeah, I’m alive. What’s more undercover than a ghost, right? I’m here for you and for your partners. The Millers and Santiago. If you tell me where I can find them, I can let you live. Damn Cat, I can even give you a very profitable job if you agree to die like I did.

Frankie scuffed, disgusted by the offer.

- No way Dave, I’m not telling you where they are.

- Alright then, you know the drill. Sorry it has to go this way.

The man asked Frankie to sit on the chair, when he refused , he shot his left knee. Frankie let a small grunt escape his lips, not letting Dave see any weakness in him.

The other man grabbed you by your arm and lifted you from the ground. He was tall and strong. He locked the cuffs on your wrists in front of you instead of in your back. You then knew he had no idea who you were. He probably thought you were just Frankie’s girlfriend, good, you have an advantage. He told you to sit down on the couch pointing a gun at you.

Dave threaten to put a bullet in your knee too if Frankie did not cooperate. He looked at you before sitting on the chair. You both knew Pope was gonna be back soon enough, you just had to endure and survive Dave’s interrogation.

Dave taped Frankie to the chair. So much fucking duck tape. He knew his old partner was strong , he had to be sure he wouldn’t be able to move. He pushed the chair to the kitchen and the other guy shoved you on another chair , facing Frankie from only a few feet away. For the first part of the interrogation, he mostly threw punches at Frankie. He had a busted lip, a split eyebrow and swollen cheekbones , but Frankie was still laughing at his long lost friend attempt at making him talk. He was sore from all the punch to his stomach and chest, he felt weak from the blood loss, but he would never tell where his friends were, he was willing to die for them if he had to.

Dave was starting to get impatient, he was screaming and had his gun pointed at Frankie’s face, inches from his forehead. It felt like he was on the edge of giving up and just kill him out of frustration. In seconds, you made a decision, deep down you knew he wouldn’t shoot him, he needed him for information, but you couldn’t just sit there and hope that you were right. You got up quickly and charged him with all your might, trying to take the gun away from his hands, but you failed. He dropped the gun on the floor and it slid somewhere in the kitchen.

Dave was pissed , he grabbed you by the waist and threw you on the floor , you landed hard on your hands and knees. Immediately, you tried to find the lost weapon but it was dark and you couldn’t see it.

The second guy who was standing in the corner pointed his gun at you but Dave lifted his hand to signal him to stop.

You’re still frantically looking for the damn weapon when the air is knocked out of your lungs , you heard Frankie warn you, but you were so desperate that you didn’t listen to him. Dave’s foot cracked your ribs , you fell on your side crying in pain.

He pushed you over so you are now lying on your back. He grabbed the cuffs by the metal link and dragged you near the kitchen table. You tried to sit up, but he holds you by the throat and slams you back on the hardwood floor. Your head is spinning from the impact. You feel his weight on you, he is straddling you , your eyes are watering , he takes both your wrists in his hands, brings them to your throat and use the cuff’s chain to choke you. Pressing your own hands on each side of your face to suffocate you.

You buck your hips up in a desperate attempt to push him off but he is too heavy and you are too weak to fight harder.

The metal is digging into your skin , the links of the chain are twisting and biting into the skin of your neck , probably taking little chunk of skin as they move. The position is leaving less and less space for air to pass through your trachea to your lungs , you feel your mind spin and your vision blur. You could hear Frankie beg Dave to stop.

- Stop, stop, I’m gonna tell you where they are . Please don’t hurt her.

Dave takes some pressure off of you. You took many deep and distressed breaths, not really listening to what Dave was saying. Slowly, he is backing away from you, looking at Frankie with a wicked grin on his face .

- You’re gonna talk now Catfish? Your little girlfriend here is very brave , is she willing to suffer for you, to die for you, what do you think?

The second guy was getting closer to Frankie , closer to you, what is he doing? Dave still had your wrists in his hands , but now the space between the two of you was just enough so you could make a move. You used all the strength you had left to sit up and headbutt him on the nose as hard as you could . He wasn’t ready for that, you completely took him by surprise. He left his grip on you to hold his face in his hands. You bent down and grabbed the knife strapped on his right side , quickly stabbed him in his thigh then threw the knife at the other guy, full force. The knife flew straight into his left eye, the guy fell right behind the chair where Frankie was ducktapped.

Dave was still on top of you, cursing and screaming in pain and rage.

-You fucking cunt !

He was enraged. You tried to push him off again, but he was sitting with his full weight on your hips. He punched your jaw and took his belt off in one swift move, you panicked , he could see it in your eyes. He smirked at you and then turned to wink at Frankie. He used his belt to strapped you to the kitchen table leg . He looped it between your hands and then around the cuffs and the table leg. You were relieved when he got off of you. He got up , grunting from the pain you inflicted on him. You couldn’t help but smile.

- Okay Morales , she’s not just your girlfriend, she knows what she’s doing. She’s military too? My mistake, I thought she was just an hopeless little girl who I could use to make you talk.

- Fuck you Dave. We won’t tell you where they are.

Dave smiled then leaned over his partner’s body to retrieve the knife from his bludgeoned face.

- Oh yes you will Frankie.

Dave cleaned the blood from the knife on his pants, while looking at you with dark eyes.

-This hurt baby, why do you hate me so much? He said almost in a playful tone, pointing at the bloody hole in his thigh.

Dave grabbed the hem of his long sleeved shirt and took it off. Leaving him wearing only a white tank. He ripped one of the sleeve off to tie it around his leg to stop the bleeding.

Dave came closer to you , you tried to kick him , but he was in a position of power. He grabbed your right ankle and forced it back to the ground, he took the knife he just placed in his pocket , lifted his armed hand in the air , making sure your eyes were following his every move and stabbed you with all his strength at the same place you stabbed him earlier. You don’t think you ever screamed that loud. The pain was excruciating. On his knees next to you, he held the the knife there , putting as much pressure as he could :

-Talk you fucking bitch, where are they!?

You were on the edge of losing conscience, you couldn’t answer him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head but Dave slapped your face so you wouldn’t leave and concentrate on him again.

-Talk!!!

-Fuck you ! you mumbled at him defiantly.

He turned his head to look at Frankie who was spitting every curse words he knew in English and in Spanish.

- You don’t want me to wreck her other leg , don’t you Frankie boy?

Before he could even open his mouth you interrupted him:

- Don’t you fucking talk Francisco!

- Francisco? Ain’t that sweet.

Dave took the knife out of your leg and sat back on his heels. The blood from your wound starting to ooze rapidly around your limb. He took his ripped shirt and tear the remaining sleeve apart.

- You know , Francisco, I love it when there is a tough women in this type of hostage slash interrogation situation.

He held your leg and wrapped the piece of fabric around your thigh, tied it tight to slow the bleeding down.

- Most women would say that they would rather die , you know. They did research about it. I think this one would rather die , look at her.

You were breathing fast, your heart beating even faster. You didn’t know what to do , you couldn’t come up with a plan. You were lightheaded and tired. You looked at Frankie, tears in your eyes. He looked desperate too. He was fighting against this chair this whole time, but he couldn’t get free. Frankie could read your eyes like a book, you were ready to die , it was your time.

Dave stood straight on his knees and reached for the zipper of his pants and slid it down. He pushed your legs open , with his knees. Your eyes widened. The air got caught in your throat. That’s not where you thought it was going. He was supposed to kill you.

- No, no , don’t , please.

You could only whisper the words , the rest of your body was paralyzed. Being a women in your field , you knew it was always a possibility , but you always managed to prevent it to happen.

- So , baby, tell me , would you rather die?

- Hijo de puta, don’t you fucking touch her!

His hands were slowly sliding from your knees down your bare thighs to your hips. His left hand was dragging all the blood from your wound down your leg. Both hands on your hips he pulled you harshly towards him, making your arms stretched completely above your head , still cuffed at the table leg. He took the knife again.

- Pope is coming back soon, he’s in town. The brothers are in Colombia on a mission. Stop York! Please!

He slipped the knife under you panties from the side, you felt the sharp edge of it run through your pubic hair. He turn the blade towards him and cut the fabric easily. You closed your eyes , dissociating. Tears rippling down your cheeks. You couldn’t be present for this , you had to leave.

- It’s too late for that Catfish. Now you’re gonna watch me fuck her and slit her throat when I’m done.

Dave bent down over you, took his cock in his right hand and slid his tip between your folds. You were not ready for him. He wiped some blood from your thigh and used it as a lubricant, running his fingers up and town your pussy. He pushed two fingers inside you , you gasped , you felt like puking, you squeezed your eyes harder, as if you would be further away if you did. You felt his fingers leave you and then he was inside you. In your mind everything was dark, you couldn’t see , you couldn’t hear, you wish you couldn’t feel. Your head was buzzing, only a ringing sound filling your brain like when a bomb detonates too close to you.

With every rough thrust he pushed inside you, your body slid further and further on the bloody slippery floor until your head banged on the leg of the table. The edge of the wood furniture scraping the right side of your face and landing on your shoulder. Each following thrust pushed your shoulder harder against the table. Your hands were now able to move over your head , you ran them everywhere you could in the desperate hope to find something , anything , that could help you.

- Frankie! He said laughing. She’s so (thrust) fucking (thrust) tight(thrust).

The noice Dave was making made you sick, grunting and moaning. He grabbed your face , leaving his bloody handprint on you.

- Look at me baby.

You didn’t, still focused on finding your way out. He slapped your face hard . You opened your eyes for a brief moment , he was smiling. You shut them back , trying to go back to the dark empty space in your mind that made it a little less unbearable. He slapped you again, snapping his hips even harder into you with a loud grunt. He turned again to talk to Frankie:

- She’s stubborn, I like it.

That’s when you touched it. The feeling of cold metal on the back of your hand. You grabbed the weapon , the safety was already removed, you just had to aim. You twisted your body and your arms to have a better angle. Before he could realized what was going on under him, you shot him in the neck. His blood was spurting everywhere , mixing with your own on the kitchen floor. You felt his cock go soft inside you and he fell half unconscious to your right, between you and Frankie. You dragged the table closer to you with your arms and turned on your knees, you got half up and pushed the table up with your back so you could free yourself from it. Dave rolled on his back, holding his throat, it sounded like he was trying to say something but all you could hear was the gurgling sound of his blood coming up in his mouth.

You looked at him and you snapped , you took the knife he left on the ground , you straddle him and you stabbed him in the chest. You stabbed and stabbed and stabbed , screaming , guttural screams from deep down your core. You only stopped when you were too tired to continue, the ringing sound still filling you entirely. Your breathing slowed down and you could hear Frankie talk to you in a soft voice.

- Hey, y/n , look at me.

He was trying not to cry , but he couldn’t control it. What happened was horrific and he couldn’t stop his tears, he was shaking under the tape that was holding him. You looked at him, but not really, you looked through him, without any expression.

- Y/n , please, free me from this chair.

You reached for Dave’s pockets, found the keys to your restraints and freed yourself first. You took the slippery knife and got up, stepping barefoot in the pool of blood around you. You walked behind Frankie , stepping over the first men you killed that night and totally forgot about. You used the knife to cut all the layers of tape that were covering Frankie’s hands and arms. As soon as his hands were free he told you to give him the knife. He then proceeded to cut the tape around both his legs.

You were standing there, fixing the window , looking at the parking lot outside the safe house. Dave’s truck was there. Then Santiago’s truck stopped right behind it.

- I need to shower. That’s all you could think about.

Santi opened the door in panic. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands in horror.

- What the fuck happened ?

You just turned around and went upstairs to take a shower. Frankie was still trying to get out of the chair. Santiago couldn’t believe the state of the kitchen. He was worried for you , but he didn’t know what to do. He looked at his friend, but he didn’t know either.

{Chapter 2}

[miss-nandini]

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Summary: Never have you thought that you will have to use your shooting skills on someone you love.

Or, The AU where you are a shooting expert and you end up shooting Lucifer.

Genre: Heavy angst, Angst with a happy ending.

Let's jump in.

Solomon juat had to tell Satan about you being a shooting expert. It wasn't a lie. You were trained and back in the human realm, your job was to train the undercover soldiers. Shooting was nothing new for you. But that's something you didn't want to tell them. That's why the rifle was hidden with extra caution in your room. Solomon was the first to find out because you managed to slip up, then Mammon, because he has a thing for playing with your stuff without permission. Solomon told Satan and then, one by one, everyone found out except Lucifer. Everyone purposefully hid that from him, you know.

They arranged a day for you to show them your skills. You couldn't say no, of course. They were too persistent!!

You wished you haven't agreed.

Why did it come down to this...?

They were having too much fun watching you hit the targets perfectly. Sure, good for them. Everything was going so well... until Lucifer appeared—in his demon form. What happened? You will never know. His eyes were unfocused—full of rage for some reason. Even Diavolo couldn't tell what triggered him like that when Simeon told him about it first.

What happened after that was another unexpected thing. None of his brothers could stop him from being destructive. It was like they weren't even reaching through him. Whoever tried to stop him ended up getting thrown. They were scared and so were you.

You tried calling Diavolo and that's when he noticed you. Well, shit. The look on his face was screaming blood lust and destruction. You have heard about "Fight, Flight or Freeze." But, can you outrun an enraged demon? Not to mention it's Lucifer. So, fleeing was thrown out of the window. Which left you with two options. Either fight him to death or die without trying. You were screwd.

He stepped closer and that's when you did something unexpected. You didn't even realize it until the defraning sound of bullets reached your ears and blood splattered all over you. Blood...?

You gasped. The rifle was in your hands...

You looked up...

What you saw was enough to scar you for life.

The uranium bullets pierced in his whole body...

The look of shock, confusion and hurt in his eyes...

The others screaming in fear...

The sickening smell of blood...

He... He...!!

The world was spinning around you...

The next time you woke up, you heard about what happened. According to Diavolo, Lucifer, he touched a cursed thing with bare hands that manipulates your mind. That's what made him go berserk. He was under a trance. Your bullets are what woke him up. Your shots were lethal. It was pretty hard to patch him up. Hopefully, he is a demon. So, some bullets can't kill him.

Diavolo was impressed with your skills even though it angered him to see his friend like that. The brothers were on your side for some reason.

You felt so damn guilty. Lucifer is avoiding you. He has a very good reason to do so and you know that. But you had to talk to him. You have to apologize... Sure, it was for self-defense but still...

"Lucifer...?"

You didn't found him in his office. He didn't even join you guys for dinner. He wasn't with Diavolo and he wasn't anywhere else in the house either. Which left you with the obvious answer. His bedroom...

For a moment, he just stared at you with an unreadable gaze.

"What is it?"

"I-I'm sorry... I swear I didn't mean to d-do such a t-thing. I was just r-really scared a-and I don't even know... I'm so sorry. I could never—!!

You couldn't say it out loud. Your eyes were stinging.

"Are you saying you didn't didn't shoot me because you hate me?"

"Lucifer! I can never hate you!!"

You were pulled in his embrace. He really thought you hate him? No way! You can never!! Even if you did you would never do such a brutal thing as shooting him. You let yourself melt in his warm embrace. Why was he so forgiving at times like this...?

"Why didn't you tell me you can shoot that well?"

"Well...ummm... haha..."

"(Y/N)???"

"I swear it's not something fishy!!"

"Fine, whatever you say, dearest."

[jamiesfootball]

hey, it's leverage anon back at it again! do you think roy and keeley crossed paths previously in this au, maybe on opposite sides of a job where roy was hired to protect something keeley was trying to steal (and keeley wins obvi)? or do you think they've only heard of each other through word of mouth and when they actually meet, it's like the spiderman meme with them pointing at each other like "ROY KENT???" "KEELEY???"

Oooohhhhh

I do think that at first it's in the same vein as Ted Lasso, where they know of each other, they've moved in similar circles for years, their names are all over London but they've just never had occasion to meet.

I think the spiderman meme comes screeching into play when they have a Rashomon Job moment where they both realize they foiled each other's heist going after the same golden scepter on the same night and they're both like, "THAT WAS YOU?!!"

In Keeley's defense she was undercover as a waiter so of course she was rocking her Bjork wig with the purple stripe so people wouldn't take a closer look at her face. And there was this guy there, a real proper intellectual type, with the glasses and the sweater, and the look he kept giving her! Piercing eyes, like they could see deep into her soul. She was so rattled that once she went into the vents to make her move, she didn't want to come back out!

In Roy's defense he was at a low place, making the switch from hitting to retrieval specialist, and his hair was like. So long. So curly. Bushy beard. And he was wearing glasses he stole from a guy in the car park (and busy cursing himself because fuck he might actually need glasses), and he had a cozy nerd sweater on so like. Everyone was looking but it wasn't because they were looking for Roy Kent, they were looking for a different reason, you feel?

Meanwhile Rebecca's like "you BOTH were trying to steal my ex-husbands tacky golden scepter under my nose? While I was trying to steal it?" And that confuses Ted because, "If you were already married to him, why would you need to steal it? It's technically yours at that point," and Rebecca is like, "Exactly. I was married to him, Ted. Of course I wanted to steal it."

Meanwhile Beard is just side-eyeing Jamie who ain't said shit.

And the longer Keeley, Rebecca, and Roy go round and round the only thing they agree on is there was this skinny little teenage kid at the museum like on a fucking field trip and he was annoying like he was just constantly underfoot no matter where they went-

"Oh, I know who you mean! He was rather sweet. Kept asking for a glass of champagne- cheeky little thing."

"Was that the one who kept wandering off from the pack? Insufferable. Every time I thought I had an opening, security would interrupt to tell me they found a child wandering into the cordoned off areas. By the time I had a chance to intercept the stupid sceptor, someone had replaced it with a champagne bottle."

No, he was fucking annoying and he dogging Roy's heels and asking Roy questions about Rothko and Hockney ("It's not about the composition. The colors are richer because of the depth of the layers" and "Because he's a twat," respectively). Roy finally thought he got lucky when he nudged the kid towards a buffet table and he started scarfing down food but then the kid almost choked to death and Rebecca does remember that actually she had to take him in the back so they could make sure his parents wouldn't sue have some medical doctor guest take a look at him.

And now Beard and Ted are both just looking at Jamie, and Ted has a bit of a smile on his face, and he's just like, "Jamie? Do you have anything you want to share with the class?"

Jamie winces and admits it was his one and only cyber heist - drawing up a fake school record to get in with a field trip, writing a little program that would temporarily disable the security cameras and motion sensors- he'd done it as a dare to himself to see if he could do it. And- "I never technically stole it. Got as far as stashing it in my school bag, and then the bag went missing. Lost my homework and everything."

And now it's Ted's turn to look apologetic, "Well I am awfully sorry about your homework, but let me tell you- that essay you wrote on Napoleon? Really good stuff. If I was your teacher, I'd have given you an A."

And that's the record scratch moment because Ted? Turns out he was the """medical doctor""" who volunteered to go with Jamie, but was actually there to keep an eye on things for his old security company.

Also they shouldn't beat themselves up to bad about losing because the scepter was a fake. See, once he found it ("in a highschooler's backpack no less!" "no, Ted, we don't call them that here") he got to thinking that the whole thing was mighty suspicious so he did what any normal midwest man would do if he thought he was being taken for a fool -- he called up a friend he knew who'd been to prison and asked if there was a way to tell if gold was fake.

"Lick it."

"Pardon?"

"Lick the scepter. If it's real gold you'll be able to tell."

"...Okay, but for the record I just want it to be acknowledged how much trust exists in this relationship."

And that's how they all (failed) to steal Rupert Mannion's (fake) golden scepter (what a twat).

[mrsstan21]

If Only He Knew

GIF credit: @teabights

Doug Penhall x Reader 

A/N: As much as I adore Officer Tom Hanson, I also adore Officer Doug Penhall just as much lol. Since getting back into writing and watching the 21 Jump Street series I don’t see a whole lot of Doug Penhall fanfiction. So here’s a quick drabble! Hope you all enjoy :) 

Warnings: None! just fluff

Word Count: 1,047 :)

A day in the life of an undercover cop usually meant late night stake outs on a crooks hiding spot. Or in some cases, trying to blend in with the rest of the average day folk while trailing behind a potential suspect. 

No where in the job description did it mean dressing up as a seventeen year old party girl attending the local high school. 

Only Jump Street Chapel of course. 

I was fixing my very short skirt by my open locker when suddenly the door was slammed shut. 

I jumped as an instinct and saw a pair of green beady eyes examining me from head to toe. 

Jake Russel was the captain of the Riverbank High School’s football team. A classic jock, ladies man, and potential drug dealer. 

About a month ago we got a tip that some of the local high schoolers were found dead by their parents. 

Cause of death: drug overdose 

Captain had put me and Penhall together and with some assistance from the local sheriffs department they lead us to Riverbank High. 

“So good lookin’ you coming to my party tonight” 

Russel leans in from his flirty stance and corners me in-between the lockers. 

I wanted to hit’em where the sun doesn’t shine. 

“Of course silly! Where there’s a party I’m always there” I tired to match his tone of flirting while focusing on his letterman jacket. 

“Will this party have fun things to do” I finally meet his eyes only to see him staring at my chest. 

“Of course…there will be lot’s of new things to try if you know what I mean”.

He takes a step closer and the gap that was between us no longer existed. 

I wanted nothing more than to shove this kids face against theses lockers. But before I could speak, my prayer had been answered. 

I watched as Russels face was pressed ever so hard against the metal of the locker doors. He tried to escape the persons gasp, but it was a failed attempt. 

No one could escape the wrath of Doug Penhall. 

“I see you touching my girlfriend again I will personally break your arms in half. Am I clear?” 

Doug’s tone was laced in venom as he harshly spoke into Russels ear. Even with half his face smushed I could see the fear in his eyes. 

Where’s I can see the possessiveness in Doug’s. 

“Yes…” Russel whispered before Doug eventually let him go. 

He made no effort to try to fight back considering Doug was twice his size. He wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. 

I felt Doug wrap his arm around my waste and lead me away. 

His touch alone lit a fire on my skin. 

We made it into the locker room with no one in sight. 

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a pointed look. 

“What?” He asked surprised. 

“Doug I didn’t get much information out of him besides there would be a party tonight”. 

He looked down at the floor for a moment before making eye contact with me again. 

His stare was more intense and somehow always gave me butterflies. 

I knew Doug since we started the academy together. We eventually got close and bonded with one another. Upon graduation we were offered joint positions at Jump Street Chapel as undercover cops. 

It didn’t come to anyone’s surprise that we became partners. 

Everyone at the chapel calls us “partners in crime”, because we make a really good team. 

Even outside of work Doug is one of my best of friends. Every Friday night we go to the movies and then head to Carla’s for ice cream. 

We know each other's deepest secrets, desires, and interests. We come from a similar background, as we both know what it’s like to loose someone we love. 

Our bond over the years has only gotten stronger. And lately for me, that bond has taken a much different course. 

I don’t know when it started, but lately I’ve been seeing Doug in a new light. One where my heart skips a beat and I find myself blushing at all his complements towards me. 

Hobbs has noticed my strange demeanor when I’m around him and has called me out on it. 

I’ve tried to ignore it, but when he does things like this…it becomes a challenge. 

“I’m sorry it’s just…he was getting handsy and I lost my cool”. 

His tone was smooth and soft. He let out a small smile and I noticed one of his dimples popping out. 

Why is he so cute….

“You know I can handle myself, besides you’re supposed to play the ‘not so caring boyfriend’ so I can get closer to Ryan” I pointed out. 

When Captain mentioned we’d be playing a couple I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on me. 

Doug of course didn’t see the issue. 

I was by no means necessary prepared for the occasional hand holding, sweet nothings he’d whisper in my ear, and the occasional kiss on the tip of my nose. 

Sure Doug and I have hugged before, and sometimes he kisses my check. 

But this time around was a whole new experience for me. 

One I wish was a reality. 

“I know, I know you can take care of yourself, but you’re my best friend Y/N and no creep is going to  disrespect my partner on my watch”. ‘

I was so torn. 

It’s sweet that he wants to protect me, but it also hurts to know that he’s only doing it because he’s being a good partner. 

“Thank you anyways Doug, you always have my back” I smiled trying to hide the fact that my checks suddenly felt warmer. 

He stares me at me for a moment before taking steps towards me.

I can suddenly hear how fast my heart is beating. 

He takes my hands in his and rubs his thumbs over my knuckles.  

“You matter a lot to me Y/N, I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you” he looked into my eyes and spoke with such sincerity. 

“You mean a lot to me too” I whispered. Afraid if I spoke any louder my voice would crack. 

If only he knew the reality of my words.

That I was falling in love with him. 

[sqlmn]

I'm just gonna... talk about OCs. A lot of text ahead (mostly under a read-more thing).

For a few of my OC plots, I just really like the characters and go "yeah okay AU time" and stick them in various situations and it helps me see what defining traits the characters retain. Like it's still them even with a job change or something.

For the "oops I fell in love" plot tag I use a lot, the main characters are Right and Brent. And they're just. Really awkward with a lot of personal struggles and are honestly just really good for each other. Then you get Chris who just gets along well with everyone (and is in a poly relationship in base-canon) and has a daughter. But while he is still friendly, I don't always picture him in a relationship shockingly. He always has his daughter though, she's very important. Then you get Karen, Paul, and now the bartender. Who I am never going to name it's literally just a thing now where he doesn't get named.

But like, looking at the base-canon: they (minus the daughter and bartender) all work as detectives or do desk-work/calls at the police station. Then there's the mafia AU in which almost nothing changes in setting except Brent is related to someone in the mafia and is sent to work with the police undercover and so he still has the same role at the station. He still accidentally falls in love with Right rather fast. And in the royalty AU Brent and his cousins are princes and Brent goes to stay with his cousins after some fighting breaks out near his home. So that's where he meets Right (and promptly falls in love). Then finally there is one I haven't drawn for: soulmate/reincarnation. I thought about it a lot though (and talked about it on discord a bit to a person or two...).

And honestly, I have been thinking about that one a bit more this evening. Basically, there are some beings who just get reborn. The live and die, get reborn, retain all memories of their past lives. Most of these souls are each other's soulmates. There's some that are tied to someone who doesn't remember the cycles. Then there are some that don't remember who are soul mates with others that don't remember. But because of this, after time, the idea of soul mates wanes as more and more people come around with no recollection of their past lives.

In this scenario, Brent retains all his memories from each cycle. The thing he struggles with more than having a soul mate that doesn't remember is that he doesn't feel the binding like most others do. He can't just look at someone and immediately know that's them, that's his soul mate. He doesn't feel a connection to people right away (and this is directly related to in base-canon where he suffered severe depression for most of his life and simply thought everyone felt numb to their surroundings so he never thought there was a problem). He also realizes after maaaaany lives, his soul mate tends to start off not liking him. Which is also discouraging and makes him stop trying to search. But when he begins work at the police station in that life cycle, he realizes Right doesn't like him. Which is fine, not everyone will like him but it also doesn't necessarily mean that's going to be his soulmate.

When Right stands up for him though to another coworker, Brent realizes 'ah, got it. there's the connection' but he knows that in this life Right is incredibly traumatized. So he decides to simply not mention anything about it. He just keeps working with him and finds himself somehow becoming friends with Right in Right's opinion. So when Paul demands Right and Karen join him for drinks, Right says Brent's gotta be included, too. Which Paul accepts cause he just wants to go stare at a bartender so whoever tags along is fine.

Then the bar. And Brent immediately groans inwardly because he might not be able to identify his soul mate on sight but he can identify other's that retain their memories. And of COURSE one of the bartenders makes knowing eye contact and smiles pleasantly. So as Right, Paul, and Karen go sit, Brent says he'll join them in a minute and approaches the guy who continues to smile.

"Not often someone like us walks in here," the guy says which Brent notices is vague on purpose. Not really advertising the 'I remember my past lives' deal. Got it. So they talk very briefly and Brent learns that the bartender is soul mates with Paul who, like Right, has no memory of his past lives. And Brent asks about if it bothers the man at all and he laughs and is like "of course not! I think it's fun to see what my soul mate is like every time. The fact they don't remember what happened before just means they have an unbiased opinion on their current life. And that's exciting. Buuuut while I find him pouting adorable, I find he's cuter when he's happy. So please give him this" and just hands Brent a card with his number handwritten on it.

And Brent is like "have you had this all night in case he showed up" and the bartender is very serious as he says "I have had it and thrown it away and rewritten it for two weeks because I don't know how to time it right. So you're the perfect catalyst" and Brent leaves it at that with a new perspective to the fact only he remembers for himself and Right.

But throughout the different universes I shove them into, I really just grow so fond of how Right and Brent are good for each other. And then in contrast to them slowly warming up to each other and having a sudden realization of 'oh no I love this man', you have Paul and the bartender (or gardener in the royalty AU). Those two are literally just horny on main for each other no matter what. It's really fun??? To just think about them? I love them all so much and they're all just good people trying to survive and do their best when together.

And since I mostly talked about JUST the guys here I'm giving a slight bit of info on Karen now.

In base-canon, she's the same role as Brent at the station. She mostly keeps things organized but is very good on the phone with people. In the mafia AU, she's still there but she's the one that shows Brent the ropes. And she is Brent's first "friend" in that AU and takes a whole lotta pride in that. In the royalty AU, she isn't a knight or a royal. She's more of a medic that visits the castle to check on the knights. (and in the mafia AU she does help patch Right up and shows medical competency there) In the reincarnation AU... I don't really have much planned for her yet. She's one of the few in the cast that doesn't have a romantic relationship with anyone so she's mostly there to support her friends.

So basically, hi I love my OCs a whole lot and there is way too much side story info for non-canon events.

[torreshalstead]

Your eyes in my life - Chapter 10

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 10/?

Chapter Summary - It’s time for the raid with Intelligence and Kim is eager to prove herself.

Notes - Sorry for the cliffhanger!! But I’ll be back next week and we pick up exactly where we left off! Hope you enjoyed! AO3 Link

Kim was just as excited as Adam to be a part of the Intelligence raid that evening. Being a training officer was something she was thoroughly enjoying, getting to share her love for her city and her job to new members of staff was incredibly rewarding, but she didn’t want to stop there. She wanted to be a part of the elite unit. And getting volunteered to be a part of it, no matter how fleeting that would be, was something she was very proud of. Trudy thought she had what it took and she was not going to let her down.

‘Ready?’ Erin asked as the two women pulled on their blackout gear in the locker room.

‘Never more so,’ Kim smiled, tightening the straps of the vest.

‘Get the sitter to stay late?’ Erin asked as she sat on the bench opposite Kim lacing up her boots.

‘Kevin’s looking after her tonight, she’s very excited, Jordan’s going to show her some kind of marshmallow dessert,’ Kim chuckled.

‘So you’re going to go home to her all hopped up on sugar,’ Erin laughed.

‘Yep, pretty much!’ It was nice to be able to talk freely about Annabelle. There were only a couple of people in the district who knew she even existed, it wasn’t something Kim purposely kept under wraps but also wasn’t something she advertised. She had already seen the way she was treated differently because she was a woman on the force, and she knew that would only increase if people found out she was a mother. Like looking after a child somehow negated the abilities she had as a cop. It was ridiculous but unfortunately that was the way of things, at least currently.

Erin and Kim had been close since Kim had returned from her maternity leave, they had needed someone to go undercover with Erin at a nightclub and as she was the only woman upstairs, Kim had volunteered to assist. It had been her first taste of the sort of cases Intelligence took on and it had wet her appetite for the role. Kim had trusted Erin so had opened up to her about having a baby at home and now Annabelle called her Auntie Erin and Kim was happy to have another woman in her life, one who understood the pressures of the job, even if she didn’t equally understand the responsibilities of motherhood.

Kevin was the other, apart from Trudy obviously, who knew about Annabelle. He had his own complicated home life raising his younger brother and sister and had become Uncle Kevin to Annabelle as soon as he had met her. He could always be relied on to happily babysit if Kim had to pull a double and work late, and she would return the favour as often as she could. The kids loved each other and Kim was forever thankful that she had been able to grow her tiny family just a bit larger with their inclusion.

However neither knew that her new rookie was Annabelle’s father. They knew that her existence was a result of a one night stand, Kim had drunk a little too much tequila one night and had openly admitted that. But that was all they knew. Until Adam had walked into the district, she had never thought that there was any more that they needed to know. But now she knew the truth was close to coming out, she just had to find the best way to let everyone involved know. Let Adam know he had a child, let Annabelle know that her father could be back in her life, and then reveal it to her friends, if they saw Annabelle and Adam in the same room then it would be glaringly obvious.

Annabelle took after Kim with the majority of her traits, meaning that even the people who knew both Annabelle and Adam, wouldn’t piece it together immediately, but if you saw them together, in the same place at the same time, it was their eyes. They had the same eyes, it was undeniable. And Kim loved those eyes.

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Kim and Adam, along with the Intelligence squad got into position outside the warehouse, their target location. The briefing at the district had been thorough. This was a big task, but it was going to be a big bust if they could get the guys inside. The dope they were flogging on the street was killing people, killing kids, and it needed to be stopped. Sergeant Voight had made that crystal clear.

They were going to be split into three teams, Kim and Adam were with Halstead, Erin and Olinsky and then Voight was paired with Antonio. There were three entrances; on the north, south and west side of the building. Lucky for them, the east side of the building was solid stone, unless those inside wanted to risk blowing up their stash to put a hole in the wall, they would be able to cover all the exits.

As the night was drawing in, their blackout gear would allow them to sneak into the building, hopefully unnoticed. Coming in from all sides would allow them to force the occupants into the central room of the warehouse and box them in. The goal was to bring them all in, uninjured if possible but the recognisance had shown that they were armed. So they were prepared for a gunfight.

Halstead, Antonio and Erin all had long guns, the rest were going in with their standard issue sidearms. They wanted to show force and numbers but without instigating a high level of fear. As Halstead had explained at the briefing, that would be more likely to lead to fatalities, something which they wanted to avoid. The working theory was these guys were not the top of the chain, they hoped to be able to flip at least one of them on whoever was in charge. If they were dead, they couldn’t do that.

Kim stood in between Jay and Adam, she could feel the blood rushing in her head, the pressure was high. But this was part of the job, these high pressure situations, high risk, high reward. That’s what the Intelligence unit was used to. And if Kim wanted to be assigned there permanently one day, she would have to get used to it too.

Voight gave the call on the radio to breach. It was happening now.

Halstead opened the door, he entered first, Kim following close behind, her left hand on his shoulder, her right holding her gun. She felt Adam’s hand on her shoulder as he was the final one through the door.

They cleared the first room, it was empty, silent. They stayed as quiet as possible, stalking through the room, scanning every corner, being prepared for any eventuality. Pausing at the entrance to the next room, Halstead looked behind, making eye contact with them both, who gave a quick nod in return. He was just checking they were both with him, ready for whatever was through this door. They knew from the blueprints that this was the hub, the main location for the production and where they expected to meet resistance.

The next call came through the radio, Voight’s gravelly voice telling them to breach again.

It all happened so fast, Halstead was through the door, announcing their office and telling them to put their hands in the air. The voices from the Intelligence unit were loud, repeating their statement, guns pointed at the various occupants of the room. A second later, the bullets started flying. They all dove for cover, Kim went left, Adam and Jay went right. She was behind some barrels, the cover was good. She could hear the bullets hitting them but they weren’t getting through, she was safe. Looking across she spotted that the other two were crouching behind some shelves, their contents providing them an equally good cover. The yelling didn’t stop, calls of CPD, Police, drop your weapons, but this did nothing to halt the fire. The yells and the sound of gunfire echoing off every surface in the room, the cacophony of noise on a level that Kim had never heard before.

Jay was the first to pop up, aim a couple of shots and then crouch again. Adam followed his lead, the bullets being aimed in the direction of the assailants. Kim was next, popping up from her hiding place and emptying her clip. She spotted one of the taller assailants drop to the ground, at least one of her shots had found their intended targets. As she began to return to her hiding spot, it was like time stopped. Slowed right down.

Kim heard the gunshot first, felt herself get knocked down before she had quite pieced together what had happened. A gunshot, pressure on her stomach, the cold ground beneath her. There was a strange warmth stretching across her stomach, it was almost comforting, the warmth against the cold. And that was the last thing she felt as the world went dark.

[fireintheforest]

Behind the Blue, chapter 15

Thank goodness the robes (mauve with gray, cranberry and gold decorations on the sleeves) were soft and comfortable, because he guessed he’d been sitting in this seat for 89 years. So far the play was a cheesy romance of a couple in forbidden love because of the rivalry between their families, and there were backstabbings, underhand threats, treason, secrets, also a pet bear and a snivelly, corrupt priest for comedy relief. Saufinril had seen Avelle entering with a small group of women, all of them chatting at the same time, at the Princess’s Crown for the play, but decided to give them distance and not approach at once. He awaited until the intermission, when some members of the group, including Avelle, went for the powder room and were now returning to their seats. It was now or never. He walked by the group and accidentally bumped into a shoulder.

“Hey!”

He turned with an arch of his eyebrow to see who he had bumped into, and moved his face into a brightening smile when he saw it had “coincidentally” been Avelle, “If it isn’t the birthday girl!” he crooned.

Her eyes also shone when she recognized him, “Monsieur Cyremin! What are you doing here?” she asked

“One has social business to attend to here, dear. And who’s accompanying you?” he gave the other three women a smile.

“Oh, friends.” Avelle said, waving her hand nonchalantly at them, “Oh, won’t you sit with us?”

“Naturally, dear.” He offered his arm to Avelle, who took it and walked with him and the group to the seats in front of the scenario.

 Meanwhile, outside of the city limits, Sorcise and Toivon walked down the cobbled path of the front lawn.

“What name do I introduce you as?” she asked quietly

“Reynor.” Toivon replied

She gave a nod, “Alright. Let’s stop here.” They were on the side of the estate, “You’ll get a position of house servant, probably under the direction of the butler, who’s a dick. Since Claudette was under my direction and she decided to play the hysterics game, I’m the one that has to find her replacement.”

“Wouldn’t that just add staff to the wrong department, so to speak?”

“It does, and I brought this up, but it’ll rain fire here before anyone hears a godsdamned thing I say.” She sighed and said even quieter, “Get that fucking stone so I can return to Ferchand’s.” Toivon nodded, Sorcise went on, “In any case, they’d also been looking for a second footman for a while. Your duties involve basically serving meals, opening and closing doors, carrying heavy items, and moving furniture for the housemaids to clean behind. Pay is twelve septims a month, one day a week, for half the day, you got it free, three hot meals and a room. Your boss is Hugo Aubry, he’s this pompous fuck with a mole in his left nostril.”

“I’m sure we’ll be bestest friends.” Toivon said. Sorcise just gave him a look and continued to the kitchens with Toivon behind. Most of the servants were inside, gathered around the table and talking over tea and biscuits. They turned to look at Sorcise and the newcomer.

“Alright Mesdames and mesieurs, so I still haven’t found a replacement for Claudette but I found one for Henri. This is Reynor, he’ll be taking the second footman position, and if anyone knows of someone who could be interested in a position as housemaid, send them my way.” She looked around at the people that gave polite nods and observed Toivon, “…this went too well and too politely, where is Aubry?”

“He got called by monsieur Emmanuel.”

“He’s absent, great. The one time he’s going to make my job run smoother. So just to reiterate myself to Reynor here and whoever wasn’t with us during breakfast,” Sorcise gave a pointed look at a ginger woman and a tanned man, who averted their gaze, “last night’s little stunt costed Claudette’s job and Emmanuel is going to want to prevent this at the masquerade next month. Remember not to let any visits go upstairs unless they’re accompanied by someone of the family and to close all doors behind you when you exit them.” The plump lady gave Toivon the tea, he thanked her quietly, “Right, before I forget…”

 The people walked out of the tavern, talking amongst themselves. One of such groups that were commenting and laughing was a group of 3 Breton women and an Altmer, chatting excitedly about the play.

“I always have to fan when I watch William Marquis on a stage.” One of the women swooned as she lazily fanned herself with her hand

“I never thought I’d say this, but Gaston Baptiste as a villain? I think I’m in love!” another one said

“Oh I loved the scene with Tourant and Belle, it was so dreamy!” Avelle exclaimed, “I’m so going to invite Marquis to the masquerade.” As the women chatted along, Avelle suddenly turned to Saufinril, “Monsieur, by the way, where are you staying at?”

“The Marigold.” Saufinril hoped he’d told the right name, “It’s quite charming.”

“It is, but…” Avelle bit her lip, looking at Saufinril and making him wary for a second, “we did enjoy your company tonight and as you now know, my family plans a yearly masquerade. It’s a big event and I’m planning it this year, as it usually landed on my mother to do so. I could use some help completing it because there’s just so many things and your eye for aesthetic could be of use.”

“Oh, mademoiselle Avelle, you flatter one so much.” Saufinril rested a hand on hers, making her blush, “Now, why would you wish for one’s help? One knows you can tackle this task easily and make a memorable masquerade.”

“I know.” Avelle giggled, “But with all that you told us inside about the festivals in the Isles, and this being my first event, why, I want to make something that will blow all expectations! I want people to talk about this event for years! And I know that with your help I could do so. Would you like to be my guest at the manor and assist me?”

Bingo

“Nothing would give one more pleasure than to do so, one can guarantee you.” Saufinril smiled. Avelle gave out an excited squeal.

“Perfect! Come with me to the carriage, we can send a servant to The Marigold to get your things and-” she was cut short by a small laugh that was born from the depths of Saufinril’s sudden panic, despite his amused face.

“Mademoiselle, one appreciates your enthusiasm but one still has another appointment to be at. After all, the patron that was so kind to invite one to the play is waiting for one. One can arrive tomorrow in the morning, however, with no problem.”

“Alright! I’ll send you a carriage at seven.”

“One will await for it.” He gave her hand a squeeze and let her go, accompanied by her friends, who all piled up in a carriage as he turned back to the tavern. As soon as they left, though, Saufinril ran back to his inn and collected his stuff, took off Marley’s robe and packed it, dressed in his usual shirt and pants, and then undid the complicated hairstyle so as to return to his original ponytail. Once this was ready, he went through his bag and counted the money. Not enough. If the Marigold was an exclusive place, the money he had wouldn’t cover it. He passed a hand through his hair. It seems like he’d have to sell something of his.

He took the bag where he put all his jewelry and went through it. Won’t rack a high price. This one either. This one? Maybe, yeah. This one-

“And…open them.”

The first thing Saufinril saw when he opened his eyes was his face, reflected in the mirror. The second thing was Eramon’s face, smiling with anticipation behind him. And the third thing was the opal choker on his neck.

“What the-” Saufinril began

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

He found out later it was Eramon’s husband’s. In a fit of pettiness after their first breakup, when Eramon returned asking for it, Saufinril told him he’d lost it, (meanwhile, the opal choker remained safe in his jewelry box). Then he didn’t put it on again when they got back together.

Saufinril clutched the opal choker and took it to his lips. Although his first thought was of not wanting to part with it, his chest warmed up with the angry glee of getting rid of it. The same vengeful satisfaction he felt after the argument that bloomed after he told Eramon he’d lost it. He wanted to get rid of it.

The opal choker and a couple of rings were the loot that Saufinril took to a jeweler that was about to close. He gave Saufinril an annoyed glance but let him in and paid him back for the jewelry. It was only with a purse full of coin that Saufinril returned to the inn, put Marley’s robes back on again, collected his things, and went by streets, stopping here and there and asking where The Marigold was. Fifteen minutes later, the flowery garden and the rose gold-colored roof and windowpanes of The Marigold came to view.

[cottagecheese1]

a headcanon where Mob boss lyod hansen meeting stripper reader in a club, who is a secretly an assassin from another mafia group and she is trying to kill him

Secret

Plot: a young assassin gets assigned a new mission, but with one of the most dangerous men in the state, the only solution is to try to fool him at his daily Night club which doesn't end up as planned.

Warnings: non consensual touching, dirty talking, teasing, talks of spanking, a little bit of man handling, smut but not a lot, thigh riding

"I told you I'm not doing it! What part about that do you not understand?!"

I took a deep breath in and Paced around my bedroom. Closing my eyes while rubbing my temple and pausing trying to process the irritated voice on the other side of the phone.

"You will do this misson [name], you will do it or, you can turn in your badge and give all your gear to me. If that's not what you want then I suggest you get it done. I'll send you the information."

He yelled at me frustratingly. his voice getting higher as he yelled through the phone, we've been going at this for about an hour now, and I will not back down.

I mean that's until he basically threatened me with firing me. He told me I need to do this because this guy is important and we need him out of the way or something like that.

What was his name again? Lance?, Landen?, Larry? It's all the same thing anyway. He's probably just a douche bag. I started yelling again.

"Wait n-"

And at that he hung up the phone, and a text popped up on my phone, to see a picture of a guy and a document, great now I don't have a choice.

I groaned and looked down at my phone in annoyance. Lloyd hansen? Wasn't that the guy with Sierra six or someone like that?

A started to read the document, so where would a guy like him be like anyway. Solitary confinement?

But the last thing I expected was a strip club. I know he's a guy and all, but wouldn't he have more important things to do Then watch woman dance in practically nothing?

So I'm going undercover...wait as a stripper? Not even a waitress the one where I have to have the least amount of clothing on?

I paused for a moment until I heard my door bell ring. Who could possibly need me at this time of day?

I opened the door, and looked down to find a package with a note on the front. 'Hope you enjoy your mission' what could that be? I grabbed the box and took it to my room, and opened it.

I pulled out a light pink bra with a white Lacey mini skirt and white knee high socks with a bow placed at the top of each of them.

Um does he expect me to wear this? In front of this pervert? But I mean unless I don't wanna keep my job, I have to do this. It'll probably be over in a minute anyway.

4 hours later

I hug my body as I walk down the crowded street with a thick jacket on. I look up to see a bright pink neon sign with flashing lights that says 'girls, girls, girls' how original. I look over to see a door that says 'employees only' I walk over and try to open the door. It's locked.

I knock on the door and a woman with short brown hair and a nice button up shirt opens it, and they must have recognized me because they didn't check for any ID or qualification. Oh well.

She walks over to me and pulls out a gun handing it to me.

"Here, he's in the VIP section on the couch you'll see him. We reserved a stage for you, you're up in 10 minutes, so get ready."

And at that she walked away. 10 minutes? I should get ready then.

Take off my coat, and brush my hair out. Fixing the lip gloss, and the light mascara slightly smudged against my eye. Easy fix, I look down at my clock and realize I only have 4 minutes left. Shit.

I run out to the back of the stage, and take a deep breath. Wait, I don't know how to pole dance? I quickly take a look at the other girls and see them basically doing the same thing. Ok I guess I'll just slide around, and try to act sexy, or whatever that means.

Walking out on the stage; I take a quick look around. Everyones looking at me. Suddenly the music starts playing. I jump slightly, and make my way over to the shiny pole. It's fine right? I'll just copy what the other girls do.

Glancing over, to the VIP section I see that guy? Lloyd I'm pretty sure. I end up staring at him I mean who wouldn't he looks way better in person then in the pictures.

His porn star mustache, and his broad muscular figure was to suiting for him. I attempt to dance a little more. And the music finally stops, I walk off the stage and try to walk past him.

He grabs my arm and looks me up and down seductively, I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. He's hot though.

"Do you give private dances princess?"

I look down at him at smile Slightly and touched his arm.

"Of course, follow me"

He smiled and grabbed your hand, the size difference was huge; I weirdly felt weak and vulnerable. Now I was really nervous.

Luckily I already knew where the private rooms were, I opened the door, and led him in. I turned around, getting situated.

I heard a door close behind me, and arms wrap around my waist. I could feel his breath against my ear softly chuckling.

"You're not a dancer are you?"

I paused and stood still

"Um I don't know what you mean sir, I-"

"Don't lie to me sunshine, I know you're a good girl, so act like it would you?"

Shit. Maybe I can still play it off.

"I really don't know what you're talking about sir, I-I don't know what you want from me."

He tucked my hair behind my hair, and looked down at my with a smug look on his face.

"Don't play dumb sweetheart, I know your lying to me, except I don't know why, so be a good girl, and just confess to me hm?"

Well my covers blown now. Pulled a gun out of the top of my skirt, kicked him in the stomach, and pointed it at him.

He chuckled, and started to circle me

"Thought you were a good girl princess, I think you deserve a spanking don't you think?"

What the fuck was this guy on? I need him alive, but I couldn't focus with the warmth in between my legs spreading throughout my entire body. I squished my thighs together, which apparently did not go unnoticed.

"Aw honey I know you're dressed like a slut, but I didn't know you actually were one"

He grabbed me by the waist, and yanked the gun from my hand. He was way bigger, and stronger then me; no way I could fight him off, but I tried.

After trying to kick him multiple times, and wrench my body out of his grip, he threw me to the ground, he smacked my head against the wall, and then eventually. I gave up.

I sunk Into his body, and let him throw me on the couch, I was to tired to fight back.

"I know you're tired princess, and I hate to hurt you pretty girl, but you need to learn your place don't you baby?"

I leaned back, but still after all that; I could feel the warmth in between my legs growing.

He grinned and sat down on the couch next to me stroking my leg he put me in his lap and kissed me softly. He pulled away and started to play with my hair.

"And I'll even forgive you..But for all the trouble you caused me, you have to cum for me right now.

My eyes widened, he chuckled, and grabbed my waist putting me on his thigh.

"What? You thought I didn't see you squeezing your pretty thighs together like a whore?"

I felt his thigh flex against me, I let out a tiny moan. I unconsciously started grinding against his muscular thigh. It felt so good; I couldn't stop even I'd I tried.

"Mm that's it pretty girl grind against me, you're so good for me aren't you?"

At this point I was desperate for a release, I moaned louder and tried to push myself into him more.

"I know, I know, keep going you're being such a good girl, I'm so proud of you princess"

He stroked my face, and pushed his fingers past my lips. And started sucking on my tits. I instantly wrapped my lips around his fingers, and sucked on them. Grinding harder onto his thigh While hanging onto his broad shoulders.

"That's it keep sucking, you have such pretty lips princess"

I felt a warmth in my stomach building up slowly, I moaned around his fingers, and dug my hips in his thigh.

"M gon cum"

My voice was muffled by his fingers in my mouth

"Go ahead sunshine"

He rubbed my waist up and down, I felt a tight warmth in my lower stomach building up, and then released.

He stroked my head, and kissed my forehead smiling.

"you did so good princess, I know naive little girls like you have a hard time knowing what there place is, but it's ok I'll always be here to remind you baby doll"

He laid me down on the couch, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"I gotta go honey, but I mean you did make a mess on me, so I have business, and get a new pair of pants, I'll see you later [name] maybe I'll visit you again hm?

I laid down on my side, and curled up when a thought interrupted me. Wait? I never told him my name? Now that I think about it. I've seen him a lot of places I've just never gave him a second glance. Has lloyd been stalking me?

A/n:Hope you liked that guy's, I'm trying to post as much as I can, but I've been busy, so please bare with me!

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[radiant-reid]

Baiting the Hook

Summary: An undercover operation goes wrong, but not in the way everyone expected, causing the team to frantically try to find Y/n.

One where maybe spencer and y/n are already in an established relationship and they're hunting down a serial killer, y/n fits his type and she tries to bait him out and he doesn't fall for it at first but goes back for her later. She's a little hurt when he finally finds her and they have a big fluffy reunion with spencer worrying she's not okay and looking after her

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then fluff)

Content Warning: made-up case similar to regular CM violence, minor injuries to reader

Word Count: 3.5k

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"We know his victim selection criteria and the locations he frequents. All we need to do is send someone in undercover, and we'll be able to catch him." Spencer speculated to the team as they sat around the big table in the Seattle Police precinct.

There were nods in agreement from Morgan and JJ, but Hotch looked hesitant. He didn't like to send members of the team undercover, even when he knew they were safe. There was much more risk confronting an unsub while pretending to be a potential victim. From the unsub using a member of the team as a human shield to whoever was undercover making a wrong move, it was a challenging position to be in. One that had gone wrong with terribly wrong with Elle.

Morgan chimed in, worried about the clock that was still ticking. "We can't go busting into his house because he'll kill his latest victim before we can arrest him." He continued. "He's got to find someone else before he kills Stacey Jones."

Hotch knew that was factual, so he nodded. "Alright, who are we going to send in?"

Spencer jumped up to point between the four murdered girls and one hopefully still alive victim. "His victims are all pretty young women whose friends described them as open to new experiences, outwardly extroverted, and funny." He continued to ramble before he could catch himself. "They've also all got the same hair color and complexion as Y/n."

Y/n, who was sinking back into her chair and hoping the 1/3 odds were low enough to keep her out of the field, visibly cringed. It's not that she didn't want to help the team or the murdered victims, but she wasn't jumping at the opportunity to seduce a serial killer.

The surprised looks on the team's faces were enough to have Spencer's brain trying to comprehend what he'd said. "Oh." He realized the fact he'd thrown his own girlfriend in the deep end.

It wasn't that he valued her life over the rest of his closest friends, but he wasn't advocating for her to put herself immediately in the firing line.

"L/n?" Hotch asked while the entire team's eyes focused on her. More than anyone's, she could feel Spencer's

Y/n knew he wouldn't force her, but it was part of her job, and she needed to save the living victim. "Yeah, that's okay." She agreed, pulling on her best facade smile.

It seemed to work because all too soon, Hotch was replying. "Okay, it's already 5, and we know he gets there at around 7, so get ready, and we'll set the mics up."

She found something to wear, quickly getting changed, while Emily, JJ, and Morgan also put on clubbing attire. By the time she was doing her makeup in the precinct bathroom, Spencer cautiously watched her. Analyzing every detail of changing expression, and not concerned it was the women's restroom.

Y/n locked eyes with him through the mirror. "Which one?" She asked, holding up two lipstick options.

A little shocked by her casual tone, Spencer answered. "The pinker one."

Listening to his words, Y/n uncapped the opposite one. He frowned harder as he watched her trace it over her lips. "This guy is like the opposite of you." She explained, turning around to face him as she rested against the double sink vanity. "You like the dress?" She asked, twirling so he could see every angle.

"You look beautiful," Spencer replied, although he thought the dress was far too revealing. His nerves were very apparent, awkwardly adjusting his position as he tapped his finger on his thigh. "Y/n, I didn't mean to-"

"Spence, it's okay, really." Y/n cut him off, knowing his concern was being added to by the guilt about suggesting her. She stepped closer to him, running a hand down the lapels of his suit jacket. "Seriously, it's going to be fine."

Before she could talk him down anymore, there was a knock from the other side of the bathroom door. "Please don't be getting up to any risky business," Morgan announced with a suggestive tone before walking in with one hand covering his eyes and the other holding microphones.

Y/n giggled at the blush forming on her boyfriend's cheek. "We're not doing anything." She informed him.

Morgan pealed his hand away from his eyes, looking between the couple. "Look at how hot you look, Mama." He winked at her with a smirk.

"What have I told you about flirting with me?" Y/n asked mock scowling at him. "Not to do it in front of Spencer." She answered her own question with a smirk at her boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes.

At least when he was laughing, he looked less terrified. Morgan patted him on the back, offering him some advice. "We'll be in there the whole time, Pretty Boy. Nothing to worry about."

Spencer bit his cheek, nodding at his friend. "Yeah, I know."

Once Y/n was all mic-ed up, they were on the way to the club. Somehow Spencer managed to put on a brave face, the facade matching hers. He gave her hand one last squeeze before she was in the club, nerves all over the place as she tried to act normal.

The strategy she'd always had was to just pretend it was Spencer, as hard as that was when the unsub was a malignant narcissist. Spencer was perfect, kind, intelligent... and not the man sitting in front of her.

"Hi, darling." It was, without a doubt, the unsub. James McClay. "I'm James."

Internally, Y/n winced at how bad he smelt. Like he hadn't showered in a week, possibly because of all the murdering he'd been doing. Still, she was there to do a job and not comment on his personal hygiene. "Hi, I'm Amelia." She introduced herself with a fake name. She figured it was safer that way.

"What are you doing alone in a place like this?" He asked, like a predator hunting his prey with his eyes roaming over her body.

She was equally unimpressed by that comment and even more disgusted by the answer she knew she had to give. "Looking for trouble."

James shook his head with a laugh. "My type of girl." He commented, downing the rest of his drink before ordering another one.

Y/n was going to continue the conversation when he walked off, choosing to sit next to some other girl in the club. "What just happened, L/n?" Hotch asked through the earpiece Y/n had in.

"I have no clue. I thought it was going well." She spoke, pressing onto the earpiece so they could hear her clearly.

"It was," Hotch assured her, looking over at Spencer in the FBI van, who was frowning. They were both just as confused about why James hadn't responded to the signals Y/n had given him. All the correct cues that should have lured him in.

She heard Morgan on the earpiece next. "He should have responded." He agreed, assuring Y/n she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Okay, you're all coming out. We'll have local police monitoring the bar to make sure McClay doesn't leave with another girl." Hotch informed them of the plan.

Y/n trudged out of the bar, feeling sorry she couldn't have drawn the unsub out. She stepped into the FBI van, biting her lip as she looked at Hotch. "I'm sorry, I thought I was doing good."

"You did good, Y/n," Hotch assured her, nodding at her. She tried to believe it as she took a seat next to Spencer. "If he tries to take anyone from the bar tonight, local law enforcement will stop him. And we can try again tomorrow with someone else." That was true. Y/n knew he wouldn't kill the latest victim until he had another. It just meant Stacey would be a hostage for longer. "You two should go back to the hotel and rest. I'll send the rest of the team once they get out of there."

Y/n and Spencer nodded at his orders and left the van to go to the SUV. She took the keys, getting into the drivers' side while Spencer got into the passengers'. "I'm not even good serial killer bait." She pouted as she turned the ignition on.

Spencer shot her a worried glance. "You know that's not it."

"I'm kidding, Spence. If I'm good enough for you, then I'm more than good enough for serial killers." She joked, trying to ease the tension. It was far too easy on cases for the two of them to get caught up in the evil of it all that their relationship could suffer.

Spencer held out a hand to hold hers. "You're more than good enough for me." He assured her with a smile. Y/n grinned back at him, trying to forget the case just for a second. "I just don't know why he walked off. It doesn't fit the profile." He commented, shaking his head as he gazed out the window to the dark night sky. "Can you drop me at the station? There's something I need to check."

Y/n nodded, turning the next corner. "Sure, want me to come with you?" She offered, swinging into a park near the station. It was much quieter at night, and she knew Spencer would be able to think better.

"No, it's okay. I'll just be a few minutes." He assured her, opening the door as he picked up his bag. He was trying to see a pattern that he wasn't even sure was there.

His dedication to work was something Y/n had always admired, even before they dated. "I can wait if you want, Spence." She suggested.

"Go back to the hotel and get some sleep, love. It's only a block, so I'll walk." Spencer decided, walking around to her side of the car. Y/n rolled down the window, so she could place a quick kiss on his lips. She knew him well enough to know he sometimes just needed to think.

"Okay, love you. Be safe!" Y/n called, waving to him as he walked off into the building.

Spencer didn't think he needed to say it in return.

Everything was routine until Y/n got out of the SUV in the parking building. But the piece of cloth being held over her mouth and nose, and her scrambling to try and remove it, quickly stopped the familiar sequence of events.

Spencer was still confused on the walk back to the hotel. What about Y/n didn't attract the unsub's attention? Although, he was happy that he was at least going to get a night's worth of sleep next to her. Even the elevator ride seemed long, and he only realized how exhausted he was when he scanned his keycard to unlock the door.

It was silent when he walked in, so Spencer assumed she must have already been asleep like he was about to be. He kept as hushed as possible as he walked over to the bed, wanting to place a kiss on her forehead before he went to get ready for bed.

There was no Y/n.

"Y/n?" Spencer called out, walking into the bathroom to check she wasn't in there. His heart rate was increasing, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach. The sensation when one knows something terrible has happened.

No reply. No girlfriend.

Quickly, Spencer pulled out his phone, dialing her number. He was already starting to pace around the room, his breathing becoming unstable.

No answer.

The next frantic call went to Garcia, and his hand trembled as he held the phone.

"Boy Wonder, how can I assist you, this fine hour?" Garcia answered cheerfully, despite how tired she was.

"Y/n's phone. Where is it?" Spencer managed to ask, his tone matching how frantic he felt. The walls seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't focus on any part of the room.

Noticing his tone, Garcia quickly worked her magic. "At the hotel. Is she not there?"

"No, and there's no way she would have left it on purpose," Spencer replied, the panic fully sinking in as he theorized what had happened to her. Even though she wasn't there, Garcia was also alarmed. "I've got to find Hotch."

"Hotch and the team just got there. Keep me in the loop." Garcia managed to request before Spencer hung up the phone.

He quickly dashed out of the hotel room, avoiding the elevator in favor of running down the five flights of stairs to the underground parking.

The team was waiting for the elevator when he burst through the door. His pulse wasn't even as fast as his train of thought. Their faces flooded with concern when they saw him.

"Y/n's missing," Spencer announced, completely in crisis mode and making no attempt to catch his breath. He didn't wait for anyone to ask what happened. "She dropped me at the police station and came back here. I just got back, and her phone's here, but she's not." It all came out so fast that he was thankful the team was able to understand.

"She drove here?" Hotch asked, his level of concern shooting to 100 in half a second. Spencer gave him a nod, not trusting himself to talk as the guilt started to hit him. "Right, Morgan, Rossi, find it and find what happened." He directed, pulling out his phone to call the local police while nodding towards JJ to grab Spencer, who was almost fainting.

JJ wrapped her arms around him to steady him as he swayed. "Hey, it's alright, Spence. There's no way you could have known this would happen." She assured him, stroking a hand over his back as his breathing labored.

"No, I told her to leave me there." Spencer maintained. All he could think about was what was happening to her. His sweet angel of a girlfriend. He stepped back to sit on the stairwell, holding his head in his hands. "JJ, what if the last thing I ever hear her say is 'be safe'?"

JJ was quickly shaking her head, crouching in front of him. "No, you're not going to think like that."

There was no way he couldn't. Being murdered wasn't even the worst thing that could be happening to her. Spencer had seen all the worst things that could happen to a person, and now Y/n's face was the one he could vision in the morgue when he closed his eyes. It made him sick to his stomach.

Hotch was there when Spencer blinked his eyes open. The concern was evident in his expression. "James McClay left the bar, without a victim, thirty minutes ago."

That had been Spencer's assumption. "Factoring in travel time, she's been gone for..." He glanced at his watch. "twenty-two minutes and seventeen seconds."

Rossi and Morgan came to stand around, Prentiss with them. "There are tire tracks next to the SUV. Y/n's phone is there, but her gun, ID, and wallet are missing." Rossi reported, leaving out any additional words that would waste time.

"If he's got her badge..." Spencer trailed off, placing a hand over his mouth. JJ held his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

All of them knew James McClay having Y/n's FBI badge could throw him off pattern. Both because he knew she lied and because he knew she was a federal agent. He was so afraid he couldn't stop shaking. His thoughts were on the possibility he would never see the love of his life alive again.

"We know his address and SWATs on the way," Hotch announced, telling the team to get in the SUVs. They hurried off to the vehicles, but he turned around to talk to Spencer. "You don't have to come, you know."

Spencer shook his head, walking past him across the grey concrete. "I'm not staying here."

Spencer couldn't breathe the entire way to McClay's house, not even because of how tight he strapped the kevlar vest. There were too many things to think about. He wasn't sure whether or not he was thankful it was such a short drive. On one hand, it meant he didn't have to wait for long until they were pulling into the driveway. But on the other, McClay had already had Y/n for eighteen minutes and thirty-nine seconds.

"Reid, are you coming?" It was Hotch's voice that made him realize the trip was up.

Spencer climbed out of the car, one hand on his gun. "If she's-"

"She won't be, Spencer." Hotch firmly stated, and Spencer knew he wouldn't have said it if he didn't think it was true.

Morgan had already kicked the door down when Spencer reached the porch, holding his gun up as he tried to trust Hotch's words.

"He's in here!" Morgan yelled out, Prentiss in the same room as him as they dragged the unsub out.

That just meant Y/n and Stacey were left to find in the maze of the house. Spencer had barely even noticed the wall color.

"Spencer!" Y/n's voice. It was Y/n's voice that Spencer heard. Very much alive, and he had never run faster or with less caution. JJ followed closely behind him.

It was the third door he opened, not bothering the clear the rooms.

Y/n.

Finally, after fifty-one long minutes and change, Y/n. Bound to a chair with rope and a red mark around her eye, but it was Y/n. He couldn't stop the instant relief, knowing McClay usually cut his victims as soon as he got them.

"You're okay." Spencer breathed out, finally able to see the rest of the room. Dark walls with old dirty carpet.

"Help her." Y/n directed, nodding to Stacey across the room, blood dripping out of a stab wound on her abdomen.

JJ rushed to her side, placing pressure on the wound as she called for Emily to get the medical team in. Spencer couldn't hear any of it as he rushed over to Y/n.

Hurridly, he undid the ropes, more relief washing over him when each one fell to the floor. Spencer couldn't hold her fast enough as she stood up, almost knocking her over with his embrace. He didn't know how long he held her for, but it wasn't long enough, and he found himself wrapping her in his arms again.

Y/n pulled away to hold Spencer's face, wiping his tears up. Spencer did the same thing, not wanting to let go of her for the foreseeable future.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, tracing over the small cut on her forehead and the red swelling around her eye.

Y/n nodded, finally letting herself cry. "Yeah, now I am."

"I'm so sorry." Spencer apologized, hugging her for the third time.

"It's not your fault, hon," Y/n assured him, running her fingers through the curly hair she had been hoping she would get to touch again. She looked over Spencer's shoulder at JJ. "Is she going to be okay?"

JJ nodded, walking over to give Y/n, to give her a quick hug. "Hey, you good?"

Y/n nodded at her, reaching down to hold Spencer's hand. "I'm good. I just want to get out of here and go back to the hotel." She decided, walking out of the room with them.

"No, you're going to get checked out by the ambulance staff." Spencer shook his head, growing more concerned over the marks on her face.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, letting go of his hands so she could hug the rest of the team as they came to embrace her.

"You guys found me fast." She mentioned appreciatively. "Thank you."

"You kept him talking long enough to save Stacey's life," Hotch informed her, knowing the unsub liked to kill the victim he'd had for the longest minutes after he took another.

Y/n just shrugged, making her way outside. "It's all part of the job." Hotch gave her a praising nod as Spencer guided her to the ambulance.

He sat with her the whole time she got examined, holding her hand with firm pressure. She was holding ice to her eye when she was finally allowed to get back in the SUV.

Spencer drove that time, still holding her hand. "I should never have let you go alone." He shook his head at his own actions.

"Stop." Y/n sternly looked at him from just one eye. "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up over this, Spence." She informed him. Still, he looked like he needed more encouragement. "You didn't know he would take me in the parking building when he only took women from clubs."

Spencer tried to forgive himself for inadvertently putting her in danger as he parked the SUV. He turned to look at her, ghosting a thumb over her lip which he didn't realize was busted. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"The paramedics said no concussion." Y/n reminded him. "Seriously, the only thing is this tiny cut." She pointed to the bandaid on her forehead. "This eye, which is going to leave a kick-ass bruise." She joked, causing him to laugh slightly. "And my lip, which is only going to be a problem if you don't kiss me soon."

Spencer shook his head as he laughed. "I can still wish I didn't leave you?" He requested, to which Y/n nodded. "Okay." He agreed, leaning forward to place the gentlest kiss on her lips.

Y/n pulled back with a smile. "Now, we're going to bed, and you're going to sleep because you found me quick enough we saved Stacey and arrested McClay." She stepped him through the plan, opening the car door as Spencer did the same thing. Nuzzling under his arm, Y/n added to her schedule of events. "And I'm also going to wake up with a wicked black eye."

Spencer laughed at, slowing his steps to walk in sync with her and agreeing. "Oh yeah, it's going to be so badass."

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[ratherbefangirling]

Will you be mine ?

Pairing: Yandere Taehyung x Bodyguard Foreigner Reader

Genre: Yandere💀, Idol AU🎤, Bodyguard AU 🔫, 🔥🐌 *slow burn* 🦥 🔥

Based on request:

can I request a yandere taehyung x bodyguard OC? where Tae needs a new bodyguard...The female OC is very intimidating and everyone is easily scared of her but at the same that she's very pretty , she always do her job successfully(which is protecting tae) ,very professional, she's witty and very smart but she's extremely hard to get, she's not the girl you can fool and always stands uo for herself,etc. While Tae is secretly attracted to her(sexually and romantically) , and there's a lot of sexual tension too? thank uu I'm a new follower🙇‍♀️💞

Warning ⚠️: Yandere Content, Abuse of power, Gaslighting,( Implied )Murder, Lockdown *it's not covid related- bc even I'm traumatised about that*, panic attack, suicide, past trauma, ptsd, Stalking, mentions blood. [I think that's it.]

~°~°~

The city of Seoul was new to you.

Tired of your life, you had decided to find a place for a fresh new start. Numbering the countries of the world and going to Google for a random number generator.

South Korea.

Flashed infront of your eyes as if the city was calling to you. You spent a year in preparation for it. Informing your friends and family of your decision. Learning Korean and looking for possible jobs.

With a job of airport security at hand. You left for the country.

The first few months were lonely and confusing. Despite knowing the language you never really fit in with your new friends.

To top it off before the year passed you lost your job. They fired you for unexplained reasons. You suspected that it was because the manager wanted to give his niece your position.

Maybe it was for the better because instead of accepting defeat it brought forth the competitive side of you.

Being a trained security personnel as a female was never an easy job. You had to be tough as a nut.

So you found yourself day in day out in the employers agency of Itaewon, the place where you lived. It had the most foreign popularity which made you feel amazing. As it offered you exactly what you were looking for... a change of pace.

Eun Sang the girl at the employment agency had become familiar with you. Infact she almost felt sad for you while she was happy to see you knowing that you didn't have a job wasn't what she wished for you.

The opening of the door brought the outside air in. You held some snacks. Even bringing some for Eun Sang. Currently you were working as a part timer at different jobs.

"Hello, do you have anything for me.... well other than the gym instructor job. No offense it looks like an undercover brothel." You say.

"I have one you might be interested in, actually. There's this agency looking for a live in Bodyguard for their artist. It has a decent pay too"

"When's the interview?" You ask interested.

"It's tomorrow. And before you ask I already submitted your CV."

"Thanks Eun Sang you're the best once I get the job I will treat you to a meal."

"I will count on it." Her eyes land on the clock. "Hurry Y/n your shift starts soon."

You nod. Hopefully your visa problem would be solved.

Taehyung was very uninterested in letting any one invade his private space. Being a public figure. Fans knew a lot about him. While he loved sharing his life sometimes it did get overwhelming and he wanted to hide in his own shadow. To worsen things he had been receiving death threats. He almost had to cancel a lot of his schedules. The management suggested he get a live in Bodyguard.

It was where he randomly picked up the most interesting resumes.

There was a school guards, a person with actual experience protecting idol and then yours, a pretty foreigner.

"Taehyung ssi, are you sure these are your selections." The staff whose name he hasn't bothered to learn asks him.

"The fans will be so sad if they get to know how the management forced someone I didn't want in my living space... we don't want fans angry do we?" He says not even looking up from his phone.

Taehyung's manager entered with an iced tea for Taehyung.

The staff left.

"Be nice Taehyung-ah."

"Ah hyung you know why I keep distance with the staff. You know how many girls left because they had their sights on me."

The manager sighed. It was true a lot of staff had caused trouble mistaking Taehyung's bright and friendly nature for something more.

The managers only hope was that things don't go bad now. It was the peak of Taehyung's career after all.

~°~°~

You couldn't sleep the night before the interview. Worry for your future stealing away sleep. It wasn't the end of the world. If worst came to worst you'd move back home. Still this city with all its disappointment was dreamy. The lights and racing life. The city was awake and it spoke to you.

Of your life so far you've has the best and the worst moments here. You know you can never belong here. Seoul would never be home to you still it felt like the city called to you, like some fragment of your soul resonated and felt alive in this city.

You walk aimlessly in the busy streets and around 3 am you find yourself hungry and infront of a foodstall.

You search your pocket for change. You don't have enough money to buy the fish shaped bun the lady is selling.

"Do you want some child." The lady asks.

"No ahjumma. I dont have enough money on me." You tell her.

"Ah you're from outside but your Korean is so good. Consider it a gift from me." She says handing you a paperback filled with the snack.

You find yourself tearing up at the kindness shown by this stranger. You thank her and decide to eat at the park.

You sit on a bench keeping the bag by your side. You realise the walking has awoke thirst. You spot a vending machine and decide to get something to drink.

Once you return to your bench, you find a man eating your snack.

"Excuse me.. sir thats my packet you're eating from."

The man looks up, at the corner of his mouth bread crumbs are stuck but they do nothing to take away from his handsome features.

"How do you know its yours not mine?"

He was right.

"So is this.. yours?"

"Haven't you heard finders keepers." He says grinning.

"'Hey." You exclaim as he picks up the packet and trys to escape. Not knowing he messed with the wrong person. You rush after him. Manage to catch his hoodie.

He raises his hands in defeat with not an ounce of shame on his face but an amused grin.

Psycho. You think.

"You win. " He says.

"Does this look like a game to you."

"Maybe." He says acting innocent and if you were someone else you'd fall for that.

"Aren't you too old to be playing such childish pranks."

"I apologise." He says bowing.

"It's fine. I'm not hungry anymore you can have it."

"Thank you. If we meet again I will surely buy you a meal." He says.

You nod not believing a word that escapes him. It's late and you have an interview tomorrow.

~°~°~

You take great care to check for creases in your formal pants and shirt. You'd dressed simply as possible. Only applying a bb cream on your face to even out your skintone and a non coloured lip balm. Standing out never did any favours in a job of bodyguards. Blending in was often necessary.

You change multiple buses reaching your destination. Your CV in a file kept in your bagpack. Along with a few snacks and water bottle. Through the ride you pray that get the job.

Entering the building, you are given an interview pass and directed to sit with others. There's a decent amount of people already present and as you wait a few more come in. Other than you all applicants belong to the male gender. This doesn't surprise you. Its tough for females to be bodyguards. You found it to be your true calling.

Soon It's your turn.

"Ms Y/N L/N." One of the interviewer asks.

You nod.

"Can you speak Korean?" The man asks.

"Yes, Sir." You reply confidant

"Good, good."

The second man looks up from your CV. He looks like he's the Head of security from his strong build.

"What brought you to Korea."

"I wanted to experience new opportunities and develop my skills so that I could further my career."

"Do you know who you'll be guarding?" The second man asks suspicion apparent in his tone. You feel like you're being interrogated for a crime you didn't commit. Still you stay calm.

"I'm aware the person is going to be a celebrity but I don't know who?"

"Are you sure?"

You are confused by the questioning.

"Yes, we weren't informed about the client."

"'Tell me Ms. Y/N . Doesn't it seem strange that a foreign lady who recently arrived to Korea that too in a job at the airport which she left earlier than the original contract is trying to apply to a job to guard a celebrity who's being harrased by a Sasaeng from *home country* ."

When he put it like that it did sound too logical to be coincidental .

But if there was one thing you really couldn't stand was someone disrespecting you for who you were and from where you came from. 

"Respectfully speaking, Nothing gives you the right to criminalise me. I came here for a job interview and not to be insulted or have my home disrespected. I will tell you sir keep your job to yourself and scrap my name from that list. If you had no intention of hiring me you shouldn't have wasted my bus money. Good day and good bye."

You say and walk out. You could burst a vein at how angry you were and because of that you almost crashed into someone.

The someone who had stolen your food last night. You looked up.

Why me.

"Oh hey girl from last night what are you doing?"

"I came to get a job but got interrogated instead." You answer without thinking.

"Come with me." He say catching your wrist.

"'Hey" You say holding his hand and twisting his arm so that he is pressed into the wall with his arm behind your back.

"Let me go. I can get you the job." He offers.

"FYI I no longer want this job." You reply

"Come on. Give me a chance. I will even get you a raise."

You leave his hand, pausing to reconsider.

" Look more money never hurt nobody. You couldn't sleep yesterday because of the job.. why not trust me?"

"Fine." You conceded.

You follow him to the interview room.

"Taehyung... Miss..?" The first guy said.

"'Manager Hyung, I want her." He says whining cutely and you want to slap yourself for finding it .. him cute.

"Taehyung ssi bit she might be.." the head of security says.

"It's decided now. Anyway she didn't know me and if you're that worried there's always the probation."

You didn't like that you weren't a part of the conversation involving you. Still you kept quiet.

"Also raise her salary. I already promised." He says.

A woman comes in "'V-ssi, its time to meet the director and then you have to  get ready for your photoshoot. Please accompany me." She says.

He nods in acknowledgement. "See you later sayonara." He says and walks away.

The atmosphere of the room is tense and awkward.

The manager let's out a defeated sigh.

"Welcome to Hybe. Miss L/N. I'm Lee Hyun .. Taehyungs manager and you'll be closely working with me .. and this gentleman is Song Kang, head of security. Also your boss. He will brief you of your schedule and I will inform you of Taehyung's... now let's discuss further about your contract."

You were a bit shocked throughout the whole affair. Still processing the last 24 hours. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine it.

Your new job gave you a chance to closely observe the entertainment industry. From fittings to recordings and driving and staff meetings. Shoots and fan events. That was how the first fifteen days went by.

After you were acclimatised to the schedule and were off the constant monitoring of the head of security. You were to do your real job. Pretend to be a normal staff to keep the stalker away. For which you learned to do Taehyung's makeup, check various lists, help organise his schedule, wardrobe etc.

Between all that you got used to Taehyungs hot and cold nature. Watching the smiles his fans saw to a cold uninterested expression. Watching him act cute for the camera and then scream at someone who got him coffee instead of his iced tea.

"You must think Taehyung is so confusing." Hyun says as you wait in the car for Taehyung to be dropped by the other bodyguard as you would take over his shift.

You say nothing. Your job didn't include passing judgements. The amount of things he does and having to smile all the time on top of that sounds torturous.

"He joined the industry young. Things haven't been easy for him. He is a very soft and sensitive person. People have used him for his fame on multiple occasions... and if that wasn't enough one of his closest friend died in an accident and he won a trophy the next night the category his friend was also nominated. Netizens blamed him for being the reason of his friends suicide and called him heartless for doing his job.. Since then he hasn't been the same."

For the first time you consider things from Taehyung's perspective. You wonder how tough it must have been to go face so many people like nothing had happened when your friend died.

One of the production staff rushes to your car. You perk up immediately. Hyun looks in the direction where your eyes are trained at.

"It's Taehyung-ssi. There was animal blood left on his door ... he uh." The staff is wheezing.

You immediately get out of the car.

"Manager nim please get towels and inform Kang Sir."

You rush towards the scene. Everyone is crowding the area.

"Please everyone. Clear the area. Let him breathe." You say using the director's microphone.

The crowd disperses a bit. Everyone buzzing with the gossip. There would be hell to deal with luckily it wasn't your shift but Bang Chan's shift.

Taehyung is streaked in red. His pretty clothes ruined by the blood. He looks sinister, like a devil instead of a victim.

He has been given wet wipes. Chan has made everyone keep their distance. He breathes a sign of relief after you arrive. You take one of the wet towels.

"May I?...V-ssi."

He nods. His eyes empty. You're scared. An apparent reaction is better than an internalised one.

You carefully clean his visible body. Taking care not to startle him. You start with his hands, neck and reach his face. His eyes meet yours and you find yourself intoxicated by them.

The managers voice in the background startles you. .

"What happened, Chan?" You ask your coworker.

"'I don't know I was with him at all times and I ... I had checked his room before the shooting so I didn't think it would be a problem.. uh I don't know y/n... just thanks to you I was able to handle the situation better."

"You would have done fine. Let's be more careful next time." You say.

He nods.

Hyun informs you that you would stay with him overnight and he will be given the evening off.

You go to check up on him in the car to tell him of the development.

He nods and once again you're left wondering if this man even has a heart in his body.

You drive to the apartment building. Once you park. You check the surroundings to make sure there's no immediate threat.

You open the door of the van.

"It's safe you can come out now." You tell him. You find tears streaming down his face. You feel sorry for having judged him previously.

You wrap your hands around him before you know it.

"It will be OK. You'll be fine. No need to worry. I'm here.. its alright... I'm here with you." You comfort him the best you can. You feel worried as sobs wreck his body. He holds you tight.

After a while the sniffling quietens.

"Let's go home. Alright?"

He nods wiping his tears with his sleeves.

He's latched onto you bit you don't mind. You just keep an eye on the surroundings just in case.

He opens the door of his apartment with the pincode. It's the first time you're here. It's straight out of a magazine but it's strange vintage cartoon aesthetic makes it seem more lively.

"Sit down on the couch and let me bring you some water. We don't want you to be dehydrated afterall." You say.

Its an open kitchen. You bring water and he gulps it down almost spilling.

"You might want to take a shower. I'm going to check all the rooms first alright?"

He nods.

You check out the rooms and bathrooms and there is nothing out of place.

"'I've completed checking. I will stay here unless you need me." You say.

"Can you stay with me inside."

"I.. don't think that's necessary." You say softly.

"I will just feel better if you do." He says.

"Ok then."

He goes to his room to get clothes and you follow him.

"You can use that chair." He says.

You place it in the bathroom.

It's a very huge and luxurious place with glass walls providing a beautiful view there's a big bathtub that might even fill two people.

You sit facing the door and you have the urge to laugh because this seems a lot like timeout. You're thinking of these things because you don't want to think of Taehyung who is naked behind you.

"'Do you mind listening to music?" He asks.

"No its fine."

He puts low instrumental music.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asks after an interval. You can hear the sound of water filling the tub and sloshing sounds that indicate his movements.

"A little bit of everything but mostly something that makes me sway a bit as I listen to it." You reply.

"You're from *home country* .. can you tell me what it's like?" He asks.

"To me it's my home... its a big part of who I am.. if you ever end up going you must try *regional food* it's the best. Korean food is nice and there is this restaurant which serves decent *regional food* but its not quite as tasty as when it's eaten in *home country* "

"So you like food"

"I really do both eating and feeding."

"You want to eat then."

"'Never say no to my favourite food." You say jokingly.

There's silence and then a thud.

"'Are you ok.. v ssi." You ask standing up.

"Don't worry, it was the shampoo bottle."

The music in the background turns off.

"Can you please get me a towel?"

You nod and get up to pick one.

"Do I..turn around.... how do I?" You say confused.

"Don't worry I am here." He says.

You close your eyes. He takes the towel from your hands.

"I'm decent now. You can open your eyes."

You open your eyes. His naked torso leads you to have thoughts that are far from decent.

You mentally smack yourself. He's your boss. Your very hot, very sexy and half naked boss.

"Please wear something." You say hiding your face.

He laughs. It's a rich sound. Beautiful. Melodious.

Taehyung wears his joggers and T-shirt. As fun as it was to fluster his cute bodyguard. Catching a cold would turn his work into a nightmare.

"I'm dressed now. You can look." He says.

Carefully you peek through your fingers.

"Can you dry my hair?" He says yawning.

You nod slowly accepting the strange nature of your boss's requests.

Carefully you dry his hair. It's rough and fragile perhaps due to being dyed multiple times. Still you enjoy running your fingers through his scalp lightly massaging like a friend had taught you.

Taehyung's eyes were droopy he hadn't felt this safe and comfortable in a long while. He wanted to keep you with him forever. It would be so nice, if you were always with him. You took such good care of him. After Jiminie no one had talked to him in the bath. No one had hugged and comforted him in a long while. His family barely had time for him. Always asking for more. More time with him on the holidays, more money, always complaining he didn't spend enough time and enjoying things as he slaved away. On top of that they had hated his Jimin. Told him he should hang out with better people, people who don't struggle with mental health.. Not like he listened to them.

"Taehyung ssi.. Taehyung ssi." You say softly shaking him.

He opens his eyes partly. It's then you notice the difference between his eyes. You're both staring into each others eyes when the bell rings startling you.

"It's the delivery guy." He says. "I ordered some *favourite dish*"

Your face glows immediately.

"Seriously."

He nods. "I told you I'd buy you a meal."

"Thanks boss. You're the best. Let me go get it." You say smiling brightly.

He watches you go and decides he can never let you leave.

The next few weeks don't involve much unexpected activity. You and Chan take care that incident like the blood bath doesn't occur again. Since the incident your interpersonal relations are improving. You've become more friendly with Chan, going as far as having food together when your shifts overlap or you have time together. Even Taehyung has become sweeter. Telling you to use his card for an extra cup of coffee. Asking you for opinion on his outfits. Taking help in choosing his jewellery.

Today the schedule was pretty busy. You cant wait to finish your shift. You just had to drop Taehyung to his home and then you'd be free.

"Y/n." He calls from behind.

"Yes?" You say looking at him through the mirror.

"Stop by the Encastle. I've made reservations I'm hungry." He says.

You nod.

Taehyung's strict diet scared you. Sometimes you felt he was too thin. You sometimes felt like a grandmother does wanting to feed her grandkid. It was undeniable you'd grown fond of him and even though it was the worst you were emotionally attached.

"We've arrived." you tell him.

You both enter through the backdoor to avoid paparazzi. You are led towards the private seating rooms.

You check the room and step outside.

"It's safe. You can go sit."

"Come have food with me. I dont want to eat alone." He says grabbing your wrist and tugging you in.

The dinner passes in silence. The food is impeccable. You engage in a bit of small talk but Taehyung is too tired to talk even if he is enthusiastic about talking. So he let's you talk. You talk about your childhood, about your school days, about things you like about living in Korea and things you miss from back home. Anytime you stop or pause he refreshes the conversation.

The drive back to his house us filled with conversation too.

"Can we watch the stars?" He asks.

"Huh?" You ask focusing on driving.

"I want to go to the rooftop will you come?"

"It's." My job why are you phrasing it like a question. You think. "Yes ofcourse but remember to wear proper clothes." You say.

"'OK." He says grinning.

So you and Taehyung watch the stars from the top of the building. You feel free. The sky is clear and there's an occasional light breeze. In other words it's the perfect weather.  You keep an eye out for trouble though its unlikely. You look at Taehyung and take time to observe his ethereal looks. Even without makeup or dressing up he looks angelic. His face holds a sombre expression. That's how he looks when he isn't watching how he looks.

He turns to you offering you a smile. A smile no less brilliant than a star.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

You hope your heart isn't racing.

"Very." You reply and you notice that the smile doesn't leave his eyes.

You and Chan often catch up with each other drinking coffee in Taehyung's kitchen in the morning. Which he had kindly offered to you both for this use.

"You're so funny." Chan says as you tell him one of the incidents that had happened to you after you first came to Korea.

"I mean.. I didn't know ok."

He laughs louder.

"That's what makes it funnier."

When you first came to Korea because of the newness of the language instead of saying paegopha (I'm hungry) you kept saying pogoshipda(I miss you) for a while.

"When I first saw you you looked intimidating and two pretty to be a bodyguard but now I know how big of a dork you are Y/n."

"No that's just the sleep deprivation talking. Anyhow the schedule just involves company meeting and shooting for the drama right?" You confirm.

"Yes, take care on the set though."  He says.

"Don't worry. I am always careful."  You reply.

"I'm ready, let's go." Taehyung says not looking up from the script in his hand.

Even in the car he doesn't look up from it.

"Taehyung ssi, you'll hurt your eyes if you keep reading." You tell him.

"Call me Taehyung please I feel old being called Taehyung ssi all the time."

"I dont think that's a good idea, Sir."

"'Consider it an order then"

"Ok, Taehyung."

"'Good Girl." There's something about the way he says it that sends shiver down your spine.

You turn down the AC.

Waiting for Taehyung to come out from his bosses cabin. You enjoy sitting on the chairs near the window. The sunlight coming in is pleasant. You almost miss Taehyung leaving the cabin. You're back on your feet and by his side but Taehyung is still looking at the view you were looking at moments ago.

"The weather is nice." Taehyung says.

"It is. Did your meeting go well?"

"Hmm... he said I needed to post more pictures to let the fans know I'm ok."

"Oh... do you want me to help?" You ask.

"No its fine. I just look go--."

"What are you saying you always look incredible, it's the rest of us mortals who suffer."

He looks at you wide eyed, it's the first time you've interrupted him. While he doesn't appreciate you talking over him. He's gonna let you off free this one time.

The rest of the day is uninteresting except for Taehyung taking pictures. He posts some online. And if you would have looked closely one of them has you in it.

When the time to change shifts come you wait for Bang Chan. He comes in, the smile lighting his face when he sees you is missing. You grow concerned.

"Are you ok, Chan?"

"'Oh yeah yes. I mean nothings wrong. How are you? There wasn't any trouble right?"

"Yes yes I'm fine. You sure... you can talk to me if you want I won't mind?"

He looks at you puppy eyed.

"Uh.. the thing is that .. I uh like you.. and like more than a colleague or a friend like like you and I know it's not professional and I just wanted to let you know and for this reason I am thinking about changing jobs.."

You take a step back.

"I .. um .. don't know what to say."  You reply.

"Don't worry I won't let it come between us. I'm just... I had to let you know." He says.

You feel panic clogging your pores. What strange situation had you landed in being liked by a colleague and falling for your boss.

~°~°~

You decided to go home for a week and took leave. Taehyung wasn't pleased and insisted you message him daily and Chan ever since then has avoided looking into your eyes.

The first few days of your vacation pass by peacefully. You receive good morning and good night messages from Taehyung which have you giggling like a school girl. He also informs you that Chan resigned but you don't know how to feel about that. Contrary to what people think being pretty and being liked for that was very burdensome.

You and Taehyung chat more often than ever. He gives you updates about Korea, sends you selfies. He even called you once.

Before your vacation ends things go downhill.

Head of Security Mr. Song called you informing about the death of Chan. You book the next flight to Seoul leaving in a hurry. Despite your limbs aching and jet lag. You drop your luggage to your apartment and rush to the office. On your way you call Hyun sunbae.

"Hello, I'm back. How's everything? Is Taehyung ssi well ??" You ask.

"We are at the company. There's a frenzy here. This is unprecedented. If you can right now come here."

"I'm on my way."

You hurry towards the meeting room where you were told the meeting was taking place. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before opening the doors. There's a heated discussion but you pay no heed to it. Your eyes searching for Taehyung and when you see him you finally breath. You go sit next to him. He intertwines your hand with his.

"The best course of action is to have someone live with V-ssi." Kang says.

"But who both of us are married." Hyun replies.

You feel Kang's gaze on you. You remove your hand from Taehyung's.

"I think it'd be the best if Miss Y/n moved into Taehyung-ssi's apartment."

"Are you both alright with this?" Hyun asks.

You nod. The urge to keep Taehyung in your line of sight strong. You didn't doubt you'd be unable to protect him.

"It's decided. Move as quick as possible. Right now if you will." Kang instructs you.

As the meeting concludes you and Taehyung along with two company guards accompany you. You feel embarrassed when Taehyung enters your apartment so you hurriedly packs.

Taehyung on the other hand is delighted to see this part of you which he might not have otherwise known. He sees the things you've used to decorate your apartment and decides to buy you those so you feel right at home with him. He also notes your clothes and decides to buy you more.

Hmm maybe you could do with more lace , his pretty pet... or satin or velvet or silk anything a girl could want for. The possibilities were endless. Had he known eliminating that Bang Chan had been corrupting his precious pet he would have done it sooner.

You dont feel him sneak up on you distracted by the jet lag and packing. His breath hits your ear as he speaks.

"'Are you done? Do you need me to help."

Before you answer he places his arms on yours and helps close the zip of your bag. You grow fascinated by his sexy hands. You shake your head. You turn bur he still hasn't moved. Face to face. You're so close that you could move slightly and your lips might touch. The thank you on your lips is swallowed. Up close he's even more handsome. He has slight fuzz on his skin but otherwise it looks soft. That your hands reach to touch. You hesitate. He grabs your hand and places it on his cheek. He leans into your touch eyes half close half open. Sultry. And it leaves butterflies in your stomach.

Looking at your flustered state he smiles.

One of the guards from outside calls your name. You almost jump back falling on your bed. You feel flustered. Taehyung gives you a smile you cannot comprehend and picks up your luggage.

Your stay at Taehyung's house creates chaos inside of you. On one hand it's comfort and luxury and you know longer come back to an empty house. You also don't have to get up earlier. On the other hand your feelings for Taehyung keep growing. He is sweet and considerate and touchy. Always requesting to cuddle when you watch a movie together. Acting cute to get his way. He even asked to sleep in your bed because he couldn't sleep. Which you refused but suggested instead to sit beside him till he slept. Still those were the things you could handle what you couldn't handle was him roaming shirtless or in those short shorts which exposed his strong thighs.

One evening he knocks your door couple of packages in his hand.

You open the door and take a few because they might topple over.

"I just ordered some jewellery for my mom and sister. Can you help me decide who to give what?"

"That's sweet." You say.

He flashes a boxy smile that strikes right at your heart.

The evening and late night are spent trying on the jewellery. Some of the pieces are very questionable though.

"What's this you ask." Holding a long chain.

"Oh it's very cool it's supposed to be put on your tummy."

"I dont think that's a good idea. This is something you buy for yourself or your partner."

"Hmm still try it on. I've already ordered it so you might as well... unless you want to see me try it." He says and pulls the hem of his shirt.

You put your hands in his stopping him.

"Taehyung. No."

"Fine." he huffs. "Atleast put on that choker no?"

You give in but its harder to put then you anticipated. As Taehyung sees you struggle with putting it on he holds your hair first.

"'Hold your hair Y/n. Let me do it to you." His low voice singing in your ears raises goosebumps on your flesh. You use both your hands to hold up your hair. Despite that he struggles to close it or so it seems.

Watching your neck and touching your skin is an almost holy experience. If loving you meant going to he'll he was ready to bear the heat. The temptation to kiss your neck after he was done was strong. If he had his way flowers would bloom across the expanse of your skin. Then everyone would know who you belonged to.

He sighs. For now he would have to content himself with watching you in a choker that had his name weaved into the design.

"Y/Nie!!" he calls you sitting on your bed.

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Why?"

"Jin Hyung has invited me to have dinner with him and his wife."

"Is 'jin hyung' the Actor Kim Seokjin." You confirm.

"Yes.. so are you."

"I guess. Do I have to wear something specific or is the uniform fine?" You ask.

"You're going to dine with us as for the clothes. I have a friend in the fashion department who sent me some options."

You are both surprised and shocked by his statement. Surprised because he was so considerate and shocked because your relationship with him was becoming more unprofessional by the day.

"Taehyung I appreciate it but you shouldn't have. It's wrong."

"I can't believe you're being so ungrateful. I just tried to make your job easier. Can't you see how tough it is to have people in my life and I'm trying to be helpful and you just threw it on my face. I'm done." He says angrily and storms of locking himself in his room.

You think about apologising when you have dinner. You even cook his favourite dish. He doesn't come out. The food grows cold and you grow concerned.

"Taehyung.. Taehyung ssi. V ssi. Taehyung please. I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I should have been better. Please come out. I'm getting worried... please at least answer me."

Taehyung opens the door. His eyes are red. You feel guilt clogging you.

So you find yourself sitting across Mrs. And Mr. Kim Seokjin in the private room of one of the most expensive and private restaurants of the city if not the country. His wife is polite and well mannered as is Jin. You almost feel intimidated. You're profession involved intimidating but despite his charming smile you could tell Kim Seokjin was not to be trifled with. You found yourself staring at the meal for the most part. It was a pity your appetite was dead because it was a rich delicious meal.

You get to see another side of Taehyung, a softer more childlike side of him. Taehyung and Jin were the ones who kept the conversation going mostly.

"Would you like some dessert?"

You nod and point at a random thing on the menu chocolate au something. Fancy words really gave you a headache.

Seokjin to orders a dessert his wife tries to speak up but he shuts her off with a look. She looks away and your eyes meet and she looks gown pretending to dust off her dress. You feel discontent. Still you brush it off.

You leave the restaurant after finishing with your meal. You're just saying goodbye when a waiter comes with a handbag in hand. It's Jin's wife's.

"Madam your purse." The waiter calls out.

In the corner of your eye you see Jin's jaw clench. It's a dangerous expression, you'd forgotten your discomfort but it returned more stronger than before.

Jin's wife hid behind Jin. "Stay Away.. S-Stay A-away. STAY AWAY. I'm sorry sorry sorry."

Taehyung took the purse from the waiter and tipped him.

Jin turned to his wife. "I'm sorry Jagiya. It's going to fine as long as I'm here nobody is going to hurt you ok."

His wife looked like oxygen escaped her. Tears streamed down ruining some of the makeup.

Jin cupped her face. "Focus on me, love. Breathe in breathe out. Yes just like that my sweetheart.youre doing good. Let's go home. Say bye to our guests and we'll leave."

She finally seems to be calming down. "G-good by-ee Taehyung and Y/n. It was nice to meet you." She says meekly.

The couple disappears into the night.

As you sit in the car which Taehyung is driving, your mind booms with questions. What, How, Why?.

"What's going inside your head y/nie."

"I..."

"Jin hyungs wife? You're worried about her."

"How did you know. I just know you're a nice person?"

"In the beginning of their relationship fans got to know about her, saesangs released information about her, she was fired from her job and assaulted. Since then Jin Hyung doesn't like her coming out and doesn't bring her out unless absolutely necessary. They got married and they live in a beautiful country house at the edge of the city. Since then Hyung only takes a limited amount of dramas and spends the rest of the time with her."

You can only imagine what she must have faced trying to save her life when her only fault was falling in love with someone who was loved by everyone or rather making such a person fall for her.

You were still in the car when the message came.

Public Service Announcement : It is to be noted that due to security threats the public except essential government workers are to quarantine. Taking effect from 12 hrs tomorrow.

What little peace there was was discarded.

It was a rush of calls, taking supplies. Instead of driving you home. Taehyung drove you to the supermarket but seeing the rush you decided it was better to order delivery instead. Still Taehyung drove you to the mall so you could get some clothes since you hadn't brought that many of yours.

The next day started as any other until the delivery came and it was multiple boxes.

Instead of doing anything about the boxes Taehyung returned to sleep. You didn't say anything knowing he barely got time to rest. You on the other hand decided, setting the items according to use and expiry dates would be good. So you set about your task.

The head of security and Taehyung's manager dropped by to give shooting equipment, diet plans and makeup for Taehyung's use.

You made sandwich for lunch and extra for Taehyung.

The night had set when you were done with the supplies.

It was the beginning of a first nightmare. Days passed by watching news or playing games. Sometimes Taehyung would do a love to talk to his fans. You tried cooking a few different things. Luckily you could still access the gym.

Living with Taehyung wasn't bad. You had come to terms with his different moods. Whimsical and sad and flirty and excited. He changed within the drop of a hat. Still you enjoyed his company. Too much some times. You tried to stop yourself but there was no escaping from the vortex called Kim Taehyung.

Finally it was the last day of quarantine and you were so happy finally you could be free to go out. While you didn't hate how you passed the time. You couldn't wait to be free.

As you tell Taehyung about the announcement he gives you a strange look. You're confused by the lack of positive response but you push it aside. Taehyung was and probably would always remain a mystery to you.

He checks his phone. There are multiple messages.

"Could you please put up the equipment for the live" He requests. You nod and set it up.

LIVE: CONFESSION

Hello beautiful people, it's me. Yes today is a happy day the restrictions are lifting. How are you doing?... let me see the comments. Looks like all is well. All front line workers, thank you for your hard work.

For a while it continued like usual.

Now since I a lot of you are here you must be wondering why I titled the live as confession. Its because I have a confession to make. As you all know its been a year since Jiminie left and since then I've been lonely and after him you're my best friends and my protectors so it's only fair that you know about her. The girl I love. She joined the staff recently and she's my bodyguard and took care of me. We fell in love with each other. Y/N is very precious to me I hope you'll treat her preciously too and I hope you're happy for me.

You waited for the him to end the live. Fuming in anger and confusion. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Isn't this what you want?"

"What even.. when did I even?"

"Don't act dumb sweetheart I'm not blind I've seen the way you look at me."

"That doesn't mean a thing?" You try to deny.

"You sure like to play hard to get.. don't you know it makes me want to own you even more."

"I am not a thing you can own. As soon as this is over I'm leaving." You say anger rising and shame.

"To where?"

"Back home."

"You're so cute darling. Who's going to pay your bills once you are blacklisted in a celebrity scandal. And it really would be a pity if your home burned down or if something happened to Eun Sang."

"'Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not I'm just explaining things to you."

"I will go to the police." You threaten. He just calmly sits on the sofa.

"I wonder who they'll believe a foreigner who had been fired under mysterious circumstances or an idol who had been stalked."

The gravity of your situation hits you. Taehyung has you trapped. You wonder how far he'll go to ruin you if you don't listen. You can't live with the guilt of ruining the life of the people you love.

You're silent and Taehyung takes it that he's put his point across to you.

"Now love you have two options, to be my lover and live happily with all the luxury and love or be my stalker and end up a criminal. It will be a pity if something happens to your mom who is finally coming to surprise you, right?" He says addressing you who is completely at his mercy.

Could you ever escape? Did you even have a chance.

"So tell me will you be mine or will you be mine?"

The End.

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Yandere!MafiaBoss!Eren x Spy!Reader

A very creative ask by @oyasumimosura

The reader was trying to get some information about Eren’s plan wanting to destroy Marley. She disguised herself as a maid, that looked so innocent. That made Eren drawn towards her, (y/n) is always good with her job. 

She’s a person that wouldn’t fall into guys like him. Eren on the other hand thinks he could dominate her, and tries to make (y/n) his. He liked her because she was so enigmatic like he wanted more of her. 

Not wanting to let her go, he got her tied up in a cell. Now (y/n) who got the information that she needed, she escaped the cell so easily and killed everyone who stood in her way. When Eren wanted Zeke to meet his darling, Instead, they were greeted by a bunch of corpses lying around. 

Indicating that (y/n) has escaped and killed some of his henchmen. One was left alive, who was wounded but shivering in fear.

He was just basically assaulting her and very handsy. Even she wanted to punch his balls many times from disgust.

Can you do it at the end where Eren becomes so delusional and wanted (y/n) back into him but he can't find her anywhere, not even a piece of information about her. Even Mikasa and the others think that (y/n) was just a made-up person. But the real (y/n) was enjoying his downfall, and ready to go on her next mission.

I kinda wanna see a strong and successful (y/n) who was able to see that person who was obsessed with them lose. Because it’s kinda cliche if (y/n) falls for him.

Genre: Mafia AU, MafiaBoss!Yandere Eren x spy!Reader

Trigger Warnings: DARK THEMES BELOW if you are a minor DON'T YOU DARE INTERACT IMMA WHOOP YOU. Delusional thinking, possessive yandere behaviour by eren, gore, there is blood and description of violence, Eren and everyone else is aged up. This is a mafia AU so mention of drug and human trafficking. Swearing, assault, dubcon, but no smut, yall no worries. The reader is very fucking badass so if you're hoping for romance, you won't find it

Word Count: ~3,5k

A/N: Requests are open but pls have mercy on me AHAHAH lemme know if you wanna be tagged for all the things I write. It is UNEDITED. LEAVE NOTES AND COMMENTS PLS

“As a maid? Are you bloody serious?” You cried out. You always hated when this happened. Undercover missions were the worst because you had to be a good pretender and be someone else. Someone that never resembled your character at all.

“You are the best we have,” Commander Magath said, and you rolled your eyes. “The Yeager Brothers have killed dozens of our own. This cannot continue,” 

The Yeager Brothers and their gang. A bunch of illegal idiots that plagued your country. They were mediating all routes of heroin and cocaine and drug trafficking wasn’t the only service they provided. They owned brothels, and even human trafficking routes. Those bastards were even planning to infiltrate Marley, your beloved home country, and taint it in the sin of it all. They were planning to make friends with Marley’s Capital’s Mayor. A disrupted little bastard he was, but if he never came in contact with them, then the problem would’ve been avoided.

You sighed. You had to take those bastards out. 

“Fine,” You turned to you Commander. “When do I start?” 

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Months Later

You hated this. You really couldn’t wait for the time to come when you would just get the information you were there for, and just leave, killing a few people along the way, but you would get out of here. 

Eren Yeager. The man in control of the entire district. You hated his guts more than you could bring yourself to hate anybody else. He had an eye out for you. You were just trying to do your job, serve him his drinks, his meals, his towels, his everything. You hated every second, but you were an agent, and you were trained to toss your personal feelings away and just get the job done. You were trained to kill in cold blood, and you were just so good at it. Marley had sent so many of their men to this ordeal and none of them had made it back. It would be glorious for you to finish this mission successfully.

The Yeager Brothers and their allies were planning annual gatherings to discuss business, but the place they were meeting was always a mystery. If you could find out about it, you could take that intel back to base, and Marley’s Police would finally catch those criminals.

But it had been a month already, and you had come up empty-handed.

And the fucking weirdo was staring at you while you dusted his pristine bookcase that lied in his office. Old and undoubtedly expensive books lingered there.

Eren had work to do. Running a business was a difficult task but he managed it fine with his brother’s help. He had papers spread all over his desk, but you just had to be there and be a pretty little thing he couldn’t take his eyes off. Your pretty maid attire and your (e/c) eyes that stared with such innocence behind the thick eyelashes. You had managed to fool him. You had let him dream about a future with you, making you his pretty little wife to be there for him whenever he’d decide to use you.

“(y/n),” he spoke after a while, and you tried your best not to stab the wooden handle of the duster right into his pretty emerald eyes. You stopped your chore and turned and looked at him with an immensely emotionless look on your face. Alas, no matter how emotionless you were being, this man was delusional. He thought you were salivating over him. You were a helpless little thing beneath his grasp.

Or that’s what he thought.

“Yes, sir?”

He beckoned you forth with a motion of his hand. His brown hair was wrapped back in a bun and his emerald-green eyes were eating you whole. He patted a hand on his lap, motioning you to sit there. Not again, this fucking bastard. I swear I’m going to cut his fingers off when I’m done with this, and not to mention how hard I’ll bruise those eyes with my fists…

Your inner monologue kept up for a while. It was kind of the only thing that was keeping you from ruining the entire mission and months of great patience.

But you did as told. You settled on his lap like a good, obedient maid would do. Who wouldn’t want to be where you were right now? In the lap of the strongest man in the country. The biggest crime lord of the century. You had overheard the other maids talk about how handsome the man holding you right now was. Were they blind? Why couldn’t he seduce one of the others? Why you?

Well, I am hot as fuck. You smirked to yourself. I really am. But now it was no time to be imagining beating the shit out of him or keep praising yourself on the inside. Now you had to focus this ordeal didn’t get too far. You had to make sure he didn’t get too handsy.

But even if he tossed you in the silky sheets of his bed that you had made this very morning, you could handle him. Seducing a man to get intel was part of your training after all.

It was why Marley had started hiring women within their secret agencies. It was sick and abusive towards your kind, but it was also an advantage. Give a man what he wants most, and he’ll give you the world. Eren Yeager was no different. And after this, you would become a legend.

With that mindset, you played your part perfectly. You were an untouched, innocent young maid that had no place in the world but the one under his service. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb across your tender, puffy lip.

“Pretty,” he breathed against your lips. He urged you to look at him with those big (e/c) eyes and he’s so delusional, he thinks you want this. It made your job easier though. You didn’t have to be a good actress to fool him. He was doing a great job fooling himself.

He kissed you, and you held back the need to gag. He was a good kisser. It wasn’t the first time he was making out with you on his lap. You were his precious little girl. You were that which kept him sane in this insanity. Still, he wasn’t sane to begin with. His arms wrapped around your waist and brought your body flushed against his chest. Your arms were limply trapped between your bodies.

Seriously, you didn’t show an ounce of emotion towards this man, but in his head, you were wrapping your arms around him. In his head, your fingers were in his hair, messing up his bun, fingers clenching around the roots. You were kissing him hard.

But you were doing none of that. He buried his face in your neck, and you just waited to see where this would go. He planted a bite on your neck, and you bit back your sounds. You would never give in to that. You weren’t enjoying this. It was annoying and a waste of your time.

Yes, ‘assault’ didn’t sound bad to you. You were an agent of Marley’s secret services. You had seen things this man could hardly imagine. This was just an annoying part of your job. He could do nothing to break you. You have been in the dark side of the world ever since you were a little girl.

“My pretty girl,” He grunted in your neck, and you just stared at the silky curtains that covered the window that stood right behind his desk. “Mine,”

I’m not yours, you delusional fuck.

A knock came on the door, and you thanked the heavens because he stopped his ministrations right away. “Eren! Armin’s back!” It was a woman’s voice. Mikasa’s voice. The woman in charge of his security guard. Incredibly skilled, or so you had heard. But you weren’t there to deal with her. A word. That’s all you needed. A date and place. That was all.

Eren let out a groan in irritation and you willingly stood off his lap right away. He made his way to the door. “Go to bed and strip. I’ll be joining you in a minute,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, sir,” you said, and when he was out of the room, you kicked the floor and imagined kicking his balls. How satisfying that would be.

But then you realised, he was out of his office, and you were in his office, alone. All alone. For once, he had left somebody in his office. It was impossible for that to happen. You had been trying to get a chance like this for months now. You began searching right away and your eyes widened when you found it in one of the drawers of his desk. It was both the date and the place of their meeting. The date and time and place for their meeting. It was everything you needed.

Your mission was over. Time to go home.

You set everything back in place. He didn’t have to find out that somebody had been snooping around his office. It was time for you to go but you couldn’t be seen walking out of his office. He had guards everywhere. There was no easy way out of there for you.

You made your way to the windows behind his desk. It was a three-story building and you were on the third floor, but you were certain you could climb to the roof and jump to the roof of the next building that was only a very tight alley away.

But your current attire was not practical for such a plan. You caught the black fabric of your skirt, and you tore it to pieces. There was a dagger wrapped around a black case on your inner thigh. You always kept it around, just in case.

You were almost on your way to victory. The night, cold air was refreshing on your skin as you ran and jumped from building to building. You had grown up as a bony little thief in the streets, scavenging and stealing for food. Running and escaping was your specialty.

You only descended to the street when you were certain you were many blocks away from the cursed building. The information was clear in your mind. All that mattered now, was getting out of town and back home to report your findings and earn your new badges.

You heard someone approaching and your eyes widened. They didn’t even give you the chance to attack. A strong hit on the head and you dropped unconscious.

Your plans falling to ruin.

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“Aw, darling, did you really think you could leave me?”

Oh, you fucking bastard. Was that really Eren Yeager’s voice? You opened your eyes and your vision got blurry. You blinked a few times only to see that annoying little smirk on his annoying little face as he leaned uncomfortably close to you. You could feel his breath on your chin. Your wrists were wrapped in chains right above your head enough to make your muscles around your shoulders to begin to ache.

He had been staring at you the entire time. He had a feeling you were to run off. You just couldn’t yet realise that you loved him. But that was fine. He could show you how much you two were just meant to be. You were so pretty, all tied up and helpless in the dungeon beneath the building. He usually used this place for his enemies but he wouldn’t mind caging you in until you came to your senses.

How could you not see that he was perfect for you? And you were perfect for him. Pretty, smart, a great cook. You’d make a remarkable wife and mother. You just had to come to your senses. You just needed some more time down here until you would realise you couldn’t run off.

He cupped your cheek while you glared daggers at him. “Let. Me. Go,” You punctuated every word, but you knew this man wasn’t going to listen. Trying to reason with him was like trying to reason with a freaking wall.

“You don’t want me to, baby,” He brushed your lip with his thumb, and you refrained from biting his thumb off. He petted your hair. “It’s alright. I will punish you for trying to leave later. For now, I believe it’s time to introduce you to the rest of the family,” He pulled back and headed for the barred door that led outside of her cell. “I won’t be long,”

He had to bring his brother. He had to bring Mikasa and Armin and everyone else to meet his new darling. You were part of the family now. He was going to make sure you never, ever left his side. His pretty little girl. His perfect, innocent little wife one day. He was certain you wanted it. He was certain you wanted him. You wanted him so much, you just didn’t know it yet, and it was alright. It was fine.

“Sweetheart!” You called out to him and he stopped walking away. He turned and looked at you and you had the brightest smile he had ever seen on your face looking at him. “Don’t you come back here, darling,” You laughed. “All you’ll find will be corpses,” You said.

He laughed. “You’re funny, y/n,”

You laughed with him as you watched him leave. “I am, aren’t I?” When you made sure he was gone, you looked at the guard that was standing by the door of your cell and you arched an eyebrow. “Hey, you,” You licked your lips. “Don’t you wanna have a taste of what your boss is so obsessed with?” The man did not budge, and you frowned. You sighed in irritation. “Oh, c’mon! I’m getting so bored here!”

Still nothing. You groaned. A difficult one, wasn't he?

“Fine. I’ll tell your boss you touched me anyway. You know how territorial he can be around things that belong to him. It wouldn’t be the first the first time I watch him plant a bullet to the head of one of his men-”

“Shut up! You dirty bitch,” The man growled and finally turned and looked at her.

“Make me, then,” You challenged, and the man unlocked your cell and walked in and before he had the chance to do anything to you, you picked your weight with your arms hanging from the ceiling and you kicked him roughly on the head knocking him unconscious. “Huh, easier than I thought,”

You kicked one of your boots off, and you reached with your leg for the keys that lingered around his belt. You grabbed the keys with your bare toes and brought your leg up to your mouth taking the keys between your teeth. You picked yourself back up to your hands that were hanging from the ceiling so that you could bring the keys to your fingers and unbuckle the chains.

Once you were free, you grabbed the gun that the man hand on his belt and you shot him on the head just to make sure he wouldn’t gain back his senses and wake up and make your life difficult.

People heard the shot, and they came for you. It was an excellent chance for you to take out months of frustration. Don’t come. The only thing you’ll find will be corpses.

And you certainly were a woman that kept her word.

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Eren was excited to introduce you to his brother, but the doors were wide open, and blood lined the way to the basement and his eyes widened and he began running. No. No, no, no, no… There was no way you had left. There was no way you had done all this.

It was a massacre. So many of his men lied dead on the floor. Their blood had seeped out and covered the white marble into a terrible crimson mess. There was no way that was you. Someone had broken in. Someone had taken you, killing all those men in the process. You were so precious. Someone else must have set their eyes on you and they took you from him.

Yes. That’s what happened. You were too innocent for all of this. You didn’t have the mind and the skill to do this. You weren’t a monster like him. You were perfect and precious.

“Looks like someone’s had fun,” Zeke commented as he watched Eren being in absolute shock and confusion.

There was a man curled up into some corner. His legs pressed against his chest and Eren could have sworn, the man was sobbing like a toddler. Eren grabbed the man by the shirt and picked him up like he weighed nothing. Eren tossed the man against the wall. He was wounded and weak, but in a state of shock all the same.

“What happened in here?! Did somebody take her?! Who was it?!” Eren demanded harshly.

“H- Her…? T- Took her???” The man was still in a state of shock. “N- No, s- sir! She… she did this… all this… s- she killed …everyone, she was so fast, we didn’t even get the chance to-”

The man never got to finish the sentence as Eren pressed his gun to his temple and blew his brains out. Eren let the dead body down and he looked at all the other bodies that laid all around.

“Huh… that new darling of yours certainly is more fun than I thought,” Zeke chuckled but he didn’t fail to notice how hard Eren was clenching his fists. He was furious. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t-

Don’t come back. All you’ll find will be corpses, you said. You did this. You did all of this. You certainly weren’t who he thought you were.

“I’ll find her… and I’ll make her pay,”

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Sweet jazz played in the background, accompanied by fireworks outside and the buzz of people talking. The military was celebrating, because the Yeager Brothers were caught and sent into a lifelong imprisonment and only the higher ups knew that you had succeeded in something that their best soldiers and agents had failed massively at, but it was enough for you. You sipped on your champagne. Your lips were painted in blood red and your black dress was showing off all the right places. You were celebrating tonight, because you were a woman and you had proven your man-mediated world that you were better. Just better.

“(f/n) (l/n),” A familiar voice came, and you looked at the man.

“Commander Magath,” You raised your glass and he gently tapped it with his own.

“You served your country well, agent (l/n),” He smiled at you.

“Just doing my duty,”

“The reports say our people fought less men than expected when they arrested the Yeagers,” Commander Magath grinned, already knowing the answer. “Care to comment on that?”

You grinned behind the glass of champagne you were holding above your lips. Of course, they encountered less men. You had killed half of them. “No comments, sir,”

He chuckled and he pulled out a folder handing it to you. “Your next mission. Your plane departs in the morning,” You let your glass down and you opened the folder right away. A new identity lied within. A new case. Another man to kill.

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Chapter 11 - After

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an upper-class residential Virginian neighborhood, monogamous values rarely get broken. A dangerous serial killer chooses to lay into dormancy exactly there for the next five years with his latest victim. Or for as long as it takes to catch him. Two highly trained and widely different agents go undercover, posing as a married couple to scope him out and make the arrest. They’ll be nothing more than professional for months, working under the same roof.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Lil angst, mentions of sex

A/N: Guys this was so hard to write, I almost gave up bc I honestly didn’t know where I would take this chapter.

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Waking up, you felt the coldness of your bed, the missing piece. It was weird waking up next to nothing. After having spent so many nights cuddled up with Aaron in that bed. That wonderful bed that had been yours for a while. You missed it. Waiting for the alarm to go off, you stared up at your ceiling, your eyes following the connections of the white painted planks as you dwelled on everything that had happened over the past couple of months. The assignment. The first night in the house. Meeting everyone for the first time. The party where Aaron had started showing his true colors. And everything after that as well. Thinking about your get-away life with Aaron made your heart flutter. Butterflies flying around in your body and making you feel giddy, like a teenage girl seeing pictures of her crush. You couldn’t help but think back to all the times before, how you’d been at each other’s throats, jeopardizing almost every single mission. You’d thought that it was out of pure hate for the opposing person. When in reality, it had all been the tension, sexual tension, that had misguided both of you.

As your alarm blared out its annoying sound, you groaned as you hit the button, skilfully turning it off as you slipped out from under your sheets. Although you loved your job, you really hated having to get out of bed and go to work. The commute was horrendous at this hour, right in the middle of the morning rush hour.

With half-closed eyes, you stumbled out of your apartment and into the parking garage, finding your slightly rusty car. That was certainly one thing that you hadn’t missed while being away. Having gotten used to the large Cadillac and the way it rolled smoothly over the asphalt, you almost wanted to kick your own car. Seeing the scratched alu rims from the previous owner, the indent under your tail lights from the time someone hit you, the stone chipped windshield from that one hectic day where you took the highway to work. It was a rusty trash can of a car, not even a broke college student would choose to drive around in it. You needed a new car, and soon.

For once, the road to work was not crowded with cars. Perhaps it was the later hour, or the high spirits hearing your prayers. You didn’t mind it, you loved not having to wait in a long queue of cars that would only let two or three cars through the lights at a time, max. It was freeing.

Parking in your spot at the office, you looked at the time. For once, you didn’t have to rush upstairs to get to your desk in time. For once, you could sit down and enjoy a nice cup of coffee, because you had the time. For once, you wouldn’t be late. There was something about everything that made you happier, genuinely happier, it was like a new you had emerged from the Emerald Hills. A you that had changed for the better as you leaned into yourself. A you that wasn’t afraid to make a mistake, to disappoint. You finally had the ability to be you.

You hummed lightly, a joyous melody while waiting for the pot to finish brewing your coffee. It seemed that you were the first person in that morning. Not having checked if Hotch was there. Everything was calm, no sound, no phones ringing, no cases looming over your heads as you tried to consult from afar.

“(Y/N)? Are you humming? Babe, what happened to you in there? And who are you?” You heard the sound of Emily’s voice behind you. She had pulled you out of your own thoughts, snapping back to reality. You spun around to look at her. Carefully sipping the hot mugful of black delicious coffee as you waited, trying to find the right words to say. Emily was right, you weren’t yourself, but this was for the better and you knew it.

“We caught the guy. What’s there more to say.” You smirked before striding away from the conversation and over to your desk. She was left in the kitchen area, watching you with a touch of disbelief hinting in her features, determined to get the truth out of you at some point. They had all seen the way that you acted with Aaron yesterday, and all of them wanted answers. They knew they weren’t going to get it from him, maybe Rossi could, but you were their best offer to get the information.

Upon sitting down in your chair, you noticed the pile of paperwork you’d left unattended before being sent undercover. You cursed yourself under your breath for always pushing it off to the last minute. At this point, it looked more like a mountain, ready to collapse, than a stack of unfilled notes. It was hopeless. Picking up the first file in the load, you flipped it open, skimming over the dates and place names. How on earth were you supposed to remember something so far back? When all your life had been reduced to the glamourous aesthetic of book clubs and wine walks. Your brain had quite literally forgotten how to do work in the time away from your desk.

The rest of the team kept filing into the bullpen, taking their respective seats at their desks as they started working on their own reports. It was weird how none of the usual banter was shared that morning, how everyone seemed so focused on their work at hand. It was like they weren’t themselves like something had changed them during the past couple of months. You wanted to know what, just as much as they wanted to know what had happened to you, but you weren’t ready to talk. You didn’t know where you were standing with Aaron yet, what exactly your relationship had become. But for now, it was best to just let it remain private between the two of you and wait for the next step together.

“(L/N), can I see you in my office?” Almost on cue, Aaron emerged in the frame of his door, looking out over the bullpen, like a king on his subjects. He was quickly gone once again. As you rose from your seat, the rest of the bullpen’s eyes rested on your back. They watched you walk the walk of shame up to the principal’s office, as they liked to call it. You swore you could even hear Morgan click his tongue at you as you passed his desk on your way up the few steps.

“You wanted to see me?” You closed the door behind you as you walked in, seeing Aaron sit behind his desk, hands folded on top of the leather blotter, you felt mesmerized by him. Although you were devastated as you noticed that he had shaved off the beard he had been growing while in character as Nick. Your body remembered the tremendous amount of pleasure he had bestowed upon it, and twice at that. It remembered every single spot his fingers had ever touched. The way his cock had stretched you out and brushed against you with every single thrust. It remembered everything. Somehow it was like his scent was starting to cloud your vision as you stood there, waiting for him to say anything. But he just looked at you. As if he was searching for something that could make him return to your old relationship, before the case, before everything.

“Take a seat.” Aaron gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. They were uncomfortable, you remembered that from every single time he had reprimanded you in his office. He really ought to get some new ones if the rest of the team were to stop referring to it as the principal’s office. You followed his wish and sat down, hands folded in your lap as you tried figuring out what exactly he had called you up for.

Sitting in silence, you waited for him to continue. To tell you what you’d done wrong. What had caused you to sit in this chair? What did he want from you? You were silently panicking. Perhaps even thinking that one of your mishaps from the case could be the root of your visit to his office. It was almost as if Hotch could feel your worry as he spoke next.

“You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.” His face lit up in a grin, watching you visibly relax as you slumped a bit in your seat. “I really just wanted to talk to you about the other night.” You were listening, knowing exactly what night he was talking about. The night where you’d revealed your interest in the Greeks and their mythology as you laid on your balcony engulfed in each other’s arms, stargazing. Something that you’d never done with anyone before. It was a special memory for the both of you, and one that you in particular cherished above anything else. “I just couldn’t help myself. I had to see you. I have no idea why, but there’s not a single minute that goes by without me thinking about that date you promised me.” He smiled at you. This was undoubtedly the most unprofessional you’d ever seen Aaron Hotchner be while you’d worked under him. It was like you were taken right back to high school again. All those jitters of your crush talking to you, the gossip that followed. Everything just seemed so familiar to your teenage years. You couldn’t lie that you hadn’t been thinking about it as well. It was the excitement bubbling. The mere thought of having the real Aaron Hotchner to yourself. Not the unit chief. Not Nick. Not Hotch. Just Aaron. A smile formed on your lips at the thought. Everything was perfect.

“What are we going to do about…?” You nodded your head towards the closed blinds. Aaron instantly knew what you meant as he too remembered the peering eyes of his agents the day prior. Thinking it over for a moment, he nodded once, directing his attention back at you.

“If they ask, tell them that I want your report on the mission on my desk first thing Monday morning.”

“And do you?” You raised a brow at him, already knowing the answer as you watched his lips twist into a small smile.

“Actually, that would be great (Y/N). Now c’mere.” He leaned forwards on his desk. Almost lifting his ass off the seat of his chair as he waited for you to lean in as well. You happily complied, pursing your lips to push them against his. You felt how your heart started beating faster and faster as you were mere inches from each other. You brushed your lips softly against his. Your lips danced together in a perfect symphony, just long enough for Aaron to inhale your scent when a knock on his door pulled you away from each other. Almost as quick as it had started, the kiss ended.

“Enter,” Aaron announced after you had time to adjust yourselves in your respectable chairs. Not a single strand of hair was out of place as Garcia entered the office with her tablet clung against her chest. She looked at the two of you. Desperately trying to figure out what all of this was about and why you seemingly weren’t at each other’s throats like usual. Instead, you were meek. Never had she heard you be as silent as you were right now. And especially not around the unit chief.

“Cruz is on the line for you Sir. Says it’s very important.” Garcia informed the chief. Hotch quietly thanked her before picking up the landline on his desk. He clicked the flashing button, waiting for Cruz to start speaking. You followed Garcia out. Stretching your hand behind your back before you walked out of his office to wave a silent goodbye to the man. Although you didn’t see it, Aaron still fluttered his fingers back at you.

As you plopped back down at your desk, you were instantly surrounded by your fellow agents. Their questioning looks made you feel like you were being interrogated. Even Garcia tried her best to look as intimidating as the rest, but you couldn’t help but smile at her poor attempt. She really was just as frightening as a newborn kitten.

“Now, tell us! What was all of that about?” Rossi was the first to speak. Figuring that although he probably could manage to pressure it out of Aaron, that it would be way more fun putting you under the spotlight. 

“He just wants the report done by Monday morning.” You shrugged trying to spin your chair to face your desk. But Morgan was quick to spin you back around.

“Babycakes, you know that’s not gonna cut it. We want to know about the hand holding yesterday! Are you two an item?” Morgan was firm in his tone as he nearly forced you to hold eye contact with him. It was no wonder why most unsubs cracked under his hard stare. You were sure, that if you hadn’t been trained for these situations, that you would’ve cracked too. There was no way in hell that you would tell them that you had sex yesterday before arriving. Or that he had fucked you merciless after the thing with Reid. Even just thinking about it, you could feel your pupils starting to dilate. Mentally slapping yourself, you made them retract again, focusing on the people in front of you.

“I was overwhelmed, alright. That want you want to hear?” Lie. “It’s hard being yanked back and forth between what’s real and not.” The tone in your voice was starting to grow irritated as you quickly started twisting your story back to reality, portraying how you really felt about the situation. “Listen. I don’t know how many times you guys have been undercover. But I truly don’t want to do that anymore. It’s tough. I haven’t talked to my mother for months. Hell, she probably thinks that I’m dead. I grew accustomed to that life. The luxury. The car. The peace and quiet. And now I have to figure out how to resume with my old life. So please and thanks if you would just let me write this report so I can finally go back to what’s normal.” You were sure that you were almost yelling by now as you shifted your gaze between each and every one of your friends. “Hotch could tell that I was tired and overwhelmed, so he made sure that I was okay. Like he would’ve done for any of you.” You scowled at them. Your arms now crossed over your chest as you leaned your body back against the back of your chair. Brows were furrowed as you tried to make them realize just what kind of a situation you’d been forced into on the day you had gotten your assignment. Not of them had been undercover at any time during your years with the BAU. But you, you had even been lent out to other sections and departments in the Bureau. All things that you had never asked for as you had sent in your application for the job.

“Wow, we really didn’t think of that. I’m so sorry (Y/N).” Penelope was the first to speak after you’d reprimanded every single one of them for being as inconsiderate as they were appearing. Of course, you weren’t actually angry with them, but they just had a need to pry in everything that they could. It was their nature. This time around, you really wanted to keep things private.

“Don’t worry about any of it. I’m not mad. I’m just frustrated. You know how many times I’ve been sent out?” Your voice was calmer as you’d taken a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, to be civilized. It was not their fault afterward. “Too many. I’ve lost friends and family members due to the times I’ve been gone. All which I hadn’t chosen to do out of my own accord. I never wanted to go undercover. It’s just a lot. And I hope this will be the last time. Please just let me finish this stupid report that mister hard ass up there wants on his desk by Monday morning.” You hoped that by mocking Aaron, that you would throw them off their scents.

It wasn’t hard for them to understand your frustrations. They knew just how aggravating this job could be. Most of them having done it several years longer than you. To the point where it was all they ever knew how to do. They left you be as you finally managed to turn your chair in. Picking the folder for the report up and started working on it.

It was a living hell trying to write it up, your thoughts running wild as you reminisced about everything that had happened between you and Aaron. How you’d grown as people. You were snapped out of your own head as you heard the sound of your phone going off in your bag lying next to you on the desk. You stuck your hand through the opening, rummaging around until you grabbed the electronic, seeing that a message had popped up:

Already miss you. Date tonight? Wear something nice ;) - AH

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