#even though im still struggling with his design!!! i just felt a deep need to RENDER

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[andromedasstarship]

in the stars - chapter 3

photo credit - unknown 

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, stalking, depictions of murder/violence, angst, verbal fighting, drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smoking (cigarettes) 

summary -  “If you’re upset over how I ended our relationship, that is completely separate from the dealings of the case and I expect you to be able to conduct yourself appropriately.” Aaron said and you thought this was what ‘seeing red’ meant

a/n - hi besties! im so sorry this update took so long! i really wanted to make it perfect and was struggling with putting this together. to make it up this chapter is a whopping 5.9k words so uh enjoy lol!

masterlist // series masterlist // read it on ao3

chapter 2 // chapter 4

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You had to physically stop yourself- gripping the desk chair beside you so hard your knuckles turned white- from following Aaron out the office door and demanding he make sense of the whole good cop- ha!- bad cop show he’d been putting on since the two of you had been horribly reunited outside of the police station. 

This had been the second instance of him implying or accusing you of somehow worsening the case. And he hadn’t even been in LA for over 24hrs. It wasn’t fair, you thought, angrily grumbling to yourself about all the different ways you’d love to give him a piece of your mind. If he’d been a regular man, that you’d never met before, you probably wouldn’t consider his current behavior to be so- out of pocket? disgraceful? insulting?- offensive. You knew he had a reputation for being...,a hardass on the job, but that didn’t mean he had to go overboard in his treatment towards you. Maybe he wasn’t going overboard, maybe this was just how he treated every- you weren’t sure exactly how to define yourself in the case- witness? Maybe this is just what his team expected in terms of his behavior towards people he didn’t know.

But he did know you, he knew you quite well. He knew you well enough to know you’d never purposely attempt to slow the case down. Even without his fancy profiler skills, you were certain Aaron Hotchner knew every little thing about you. Or at least he used to. 

And while Aaron may know everything there was to know about you, you were beginning to doubt if you actually knew anything about him. As expected, over the past two months the case had been taking an extreme toll on you; constantly looking over your shoulder and worrying that someone was lurking behind every corner. What made it worse, was that it was yet another situation that required you to keep a secret. You ‘had’ the officers at the station and your agent, but besides them you were dealing with this completely on your own. Making the situation about yourself felt wrong, but you couldn’t even begin to explain how hurt you felt at Aaron's accusations that you were somehow more part of the problem than you were a victim. Yes, you hadn’t gone up to him and explicitly told him how badly you were hurting, but it’s not like it took a genius- or a profiler- to reach that conclusion themselves. 

It hurt, to have someone whose validation you had once- still did- crave so much, suddenly act as if you were a ‘bad guy’. Maybe you were being dramatic, you thought. Maybe you were overreacting and reading far too deep into such short interactions. On the other hand, you reasoned that it was perfectly acceptable to have feelings. Before you could delve deeper into that mental tirade, a sharp knock on the doorframe grabbed your attention. Looking up, you saw JJ leaning halfway into the room. 

“Sorry,” you said, awkwardly letting go of the chair, “I uh, got caught up with uh, just you know, thoughts about the case!” Smooth. You tried to put a cheery tone in your voice. You tried to subtly study her reaction as you walked over to her and it was clear she wasn’t exactly buying into your sudden happy attitude. She didn’t press you though, something you were grateful for. Instead she just moved out of the doorframe, letting you join her in the hallway. 

“The rest of the team has split up already, would you like to start in the basement?” JJ asked. You had only spoken to her a couple times, briefly at that, but you already found great comfort in her presence; you could see why she held the position, her ability to comfort and connect with others was unbeatable. Definitely need to send JJ a case of wine as a gift. 

You nodded dumbly, joining her in the hallway and taking her down towards your basement. Internally, you guessed the little ‘tour’ would only take an hour tops, considering all the little spiels you’d have to give about each room. 

You felt a bit like when you went through airport security or when a police car was on a road you were driving on. That sinking feeling that somehow you were going to get in trouble even though you knew you didn’t have anything to hide. Damn Aaron. His apparent lowly opinion of you was definitely messing with your head. Oh well. 

As you lead JJ towards the basement, you could vaguely hear the other agents throughout the house. A door opening here or the sound of papers rustling over there. You hadn’t exactly asked how they would be able to tell if something was missing or out of place. But honestly? You didn’t really care what the team did in your house, as long as they figured out how the unsub had gotten in there. 

You’d already come to terms with the fact that the unsub had managed to steal your clothes and jewelry, but you just couldn’t shake the fact that he had gotten into your house. Part of you secretly wished he had pick-pocketed you on a busy street or was stealing stuff off a film set instead. It would’ve been equally as bad and creepy and horrifying, but it would’ve been worth still feeling safe in your own house. 

Smacking the lightswitch on the wall behind you, the entire basement became illuminated. “So,” you started, really drawing out the word, “this is the basement. It’s technically one big open floor, but well,” you gestured lazily with your hand, “you can see it’s kinda still split up. There’s a movie room behind those doors right there.” 

JJ stepped ahead of you, walking towards the high windows in the basement. You watched as she ran her fingers along the window edges, carefully going over each one. “Do these open?” She asked, turning back to look at you. 

You quickly shook your head. “They’re mostly just for, like, decoration purposes.” You responded, giving a slight shrug. “I um, I’m not down here much unless I’m having people over. And those stairs we came down are the only way to get in here.” You added, thinking that’d probably be helpful. 

JJ gave you that nice smile again and started towards the movie room. “I’m just gonna look in here real quick and then we can go back upstairs, okay?” 

You stood awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs, rolling back and forth from your heels to your tippy toes, awkwardly playing with your hands in front of yourself. You knew her movie room scan wouldn’t take wrong, there were zero windows in there and no other point of entry besides the door she had walked through. 

Just as you expected, JJ came back out no longer than five minutes later. Once she got closer to you, you turned slowly on your heel and started back up the stairs. “We can start upstairs and then meet the rest of your team on the main level?” You offered.

“Lead the way.” 

“There’s um, two ways to get upstairs. There’s that main staircase you saw in the foyer and also there’s a ‘servants stair’ in the back,” you said, making air quotes with your fingers at the ‘servants stair’ part, “I have people that work in the house sometimes, but it’s not an actual designated staircase for anyone.” You explained, unsure of why you were feeling so anxious. 

“Why don’t we go up using the second set of stairs? Since I’ve already seen the main set.” JJ said. 

You nodded dumbly again, and walked in the direction of the back stairs. Once upstairs, you gave the same room spiel to JJ about six times. This is ‘x’ room, yep those windows can open, nope no one regularly comes into this room, yes the balcony doors do lock from the inside. 

Just as you thought earlier, the little tour took just a couple minutes under an hour. You and JJ were standing in your kitchen, both of you leaning against opposite countertops. According to JJ the whole team had agreed to meet up in your kitchen once they were done with their scans, so it seemed that you two were the first to finish. Also expected. 

You were lucky you hadn’t run into Aaron the entire time. At times you could vaguely hear his voice coming from another room and all that did was pull on your heartstrings and remind you of when the two of you were together. Aside from the sadness factor, you still weren’t sure you could trust yourself to not yell at him as soon as you saw him again. 

“That’s funny.” JJ said amusedly-more to herself than to you-, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“What is?” You asked. She had moved from her spot by the countertops, to standing in front of your liquor wall, staring up at a bottle you couldn’t quite recognize from your position. 

“Oh, just Agent Hotchner? Out there,” she said, gesturing broadly out to where the rest of the team might be, “he loves this brand of scotch. We joke sometimes that he’d pick it over us if he was given the choice. But apparently it’s super difficult to get. He started getting lucky a few years ago and found a way to buy it, but recently I guess that luck ran out and he hasn’t been able to find it anymore.” 

Your eyes went wide at that. Yes. That scotch was super difficult to get and it was ridiculously expensive. And yes, Aaron loved the stuff. The two of you used to constantly argue over money. He hated that you were always the one paying for everything and had created a ‘rule’ that you weren’t allowed to buy him any gifts. Of course, you managed to find a way around that rule and found that this specific scotch was his gift achilles heel. So, you used to send him a steady supply while also keeping a bottle at your place for the rare occasions he was over. 

“Oh?” You squeaked. 

“Yeah, it’s super rare or something. They only make so many batches a year don’t they?” JJ asked, turning back to look at you. 

You quickly pulled your emotions in when she turned towards you, just giving her your third dumb nod of the day. “Yep, super hard to get. Super super hard. I uh, got as a gift once, I don’t even like the stuff.” 

“You should tell Hotch. I bet he’d pay pretty well for it.” She said with a laugh, shaking her head. Definitely will not be doing that. 

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Upstairs, Rossi and Hotch were looking through your upstairs office. While your downstairs office was more work based- you stored scripts and had meetings down there, etc.-, your upstairs office was used for your more ‘personal’ work tasks. 

“If the unsub is taking her clothes, we might have better success scoping out her closet. See the potential entry and exit points from her room that the unsub must be taking.” Rossi proposed. 

Hotch nodded at that, putting down the stack of fan mail he’d been flipping through, trying to find any repeats or ‘creepy’ letters. He made a mental note to have Reid come and read through the piles of other mail you had neatly stacked around the room.

Your attention to fanmail had been one of the things that had quickened the process of him falling in love with you. He had had his doubts in the beginning of you relationship- he had stereotyped you for sure-, your age and status giving him somewhat valid concerns that you’d be insanely disconnected from the normal world. You’d proved him wrong in many ways since the beginning, but one of those ways had been the many days you’d call him from this room, reading through every single letter you were sent and always making sure to send a small note back. 

“Good idea, let’s go.” Hotch said. He walked out of office and didn’t think twice, his body automatically walking towards the room a few doors down from your bedroom. You didn’t keep your closet in your bedroom, you had actually put a little couch and sitting room in your bedroom closet space. Instead you’d taken an entire guest room and converted it into a full dressing room/closet that was a better fit for your needs. 

As Hotch went straight into the room, he missed the narrow look Rossi was giving him from the doorframe. It only took a couple minutes, but eventually Hotch looked up, cocking an eyebrow at Rossi. “Are you going to come in?” He questioned. 

“You knew her closet wasn’t in her room.” Rossi noted, amusement clear in his voice. 

Hotch’s face paled, before he steeled his emotions back over. “I saw the clothes while walking past earlier and made the deduction.” 

“She’s pretty, isn’t she Aaron?” Rossi teased, clearly finding a lot of enjoyment in this conversation. 

“Dave,” Hotch groaned, running a hand over his face, “just, not now okay?” He asked, the desperation clear in his voice. 

Rossi certainly didn’t have the entire story figured out, but he wasn’t dumb either, he could piece things together. As much as he’d love to keep busting Hotch over this, there was something about how gentle he had been with you in the conference room and his current clear discomfort that persuaded Rossi otherwise. Rossi grinned at Hotch and raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“So, we know the unsub doesn’t have to necessarily be quiet, her room is at least what, 3-”

“Four and across the hall.” Hotch huffed out, not looking up to meet Rossi’s eyes.

“Four and across the hall away. So he doesn’t need to sneak past her if he’s coming in at night...” 

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Back in the kitchen, you turned your head at the sound of the back patio doors opening, showing Morgan and Spencer. Guess they’d be the second pair done with their house tour. 

Just as you were about to open your mouth and offer the two of them something to drink, you noticed the rather grim expressions on both their faces. Upon better inspection, you saw Spencer was tightly gripping on to a dirty journal. 

“What’s that?” You asked curiously, trying to get a better look at it. 

“I found this uh, journal out by the edge of your property line. I think it may belong to the unsub.” Reid responded, giving you a tight lipped look. 

It was terribly cliche, but you couldn’t help but gasp at that. Your eyes going wide and your mouth hanging open. 

“I flipped through it, there’s nothing that clearly identifies him, but it seems like he was keeping track of your comings and goings. As well as keeping a list of the things he took from your house, we can cross check that list with-” 

“Can I look at it?” You interjected, a morbid curiosity consuming your mind. 

Reid gave an unsure glance at the two other agents in the room. “I think it’d be better for the rest of the team and I to look through the journal first, and make sure there’s nothing uh...upsetting in it.” 

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With the new revelations that the unsub had managed to break into your home multiple times, the team decided it would be best for at least one of them to be with you at the house at all times; during the day they would assign a plainclothes officer to discreetly sit watch. It was comical, the way they decided on the watch and then promptly assigned Aaron the first shift of the night. 

You wondered why he agreed to it, knowing he could’ve easily pulled a seniority boss card and taken himself out of any and all future watch shifts as well. He probably didn’t want you to get closer with any of his agents, should you accidentally say something a bit too personal. He also probably assumed that with the late hour of the night, you’d immediately be going to bed or at least locking yourself away in your room for the rest of the night. 

The team had stayed hours after their first walkthroughs of the house, the new list and notes from the unsub giving you all a better idea of what to look for. You had gone through the list of clothes and jewelry in front of the team, giving them a base description of what you assumed the unsub had meant, whether or not you had considered it missing and where you thought you’d last seen it in the house.

Unfortunately, whatever Aaron had been banking on wouldn’t be happening. You hadn’t been able to shake the sinking feeling that your house was no longer a home anymore. It was painfully cheesy, but you knew that trying to sleep would be futile. Nor did you really feel like being ‘alone’ in your room. That didn’t mean you were going to strike up a conversation with Aaron or ask him to play a board game or something, but you wouldn’t be shutting away from the rest of the night. 

After the team left, you had gone upstairs and changed into a more comfortable outfit for the evening; just your trusty sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You were now walking back down the stairs and towards your kitchen; you grasped a lighter and your emergency cigarette pack in one hand. As you made your way into the kitchen, you could feel Aarons eyes on you from wherever he was seated in the living room. You pointedly ignored him, instead setting the pack and lighter down, freeing your hands so you could mix yourself your favorite drink. 

Once your drink was prepped, you balanced all your things in your hands and made your way back through the living room and out the grand French doors that lead to your backyard. You walked over to one of your lounge chairs that overlooked the pool and had a beautiful view of the sky and bright lights of the city. You turned on one of your favorite playlists and made yourself comfy in the chair, lighting up one of the cigarettes. 

With the first inhale, you felt your body relax. It was a horrible habit- you knew that-, but if there was ever a time to stress smoke, you reasoned it was probably now. Over the sound of your music, you faintly heard one of the doors open again, but you didn’t bother turning around. 

“I thought you quit.” Aaron said, quite literally coming out of the shadows. Even though you didn’t turn to look at him, you could perfectly imagine him in your mind; probably leaning up against one of the legs of the cabana, arms tightly crossed and a deep scowl on his face. 

“I did.” You replied plainly, blowing a steady stream of smoke out of your mouth. Using your free hand you picked your glass back off the chair side table, twirling it slowly. As you took a long sip, you could hear Aaron walk closer, not quite coming into view yet. 

“Drinking and abusing substances in response to a traumatic situation is widely frowned upon. 

“Thank you Surgeon General,” you said, rolling your eyes before adding, “no offense Agent, but right now, I don’t really think it matters.” You didn’t even bother attempting to argue that you were on your first drink and first smoke. 

“It matters, when my team will be counting on you tomorrow. The expectation is that you’ll be a useful and legitimate resource.” Aaron said, voice tight. 

“Do you really think I’m dumb enough to actually believe, that you believe that a single drink is going to render me useless?” You asked, finally turning your head so you could give him a pointed look. When he didn’t answer you rolled your eyes again, turning back away from him. “It doesn’t matter, Agent, I’m unavailable to be a resource tomorrow.” 

“What do you mean, unavailable?” Aaron asked. He finally walked into view, sitting down on the chair next to you. He positioned his legs over the edge facing you, resting his elbows off his knees. 

“What do you mean unavailable?” You said mockingly- the alcohol in your system and stress of the day emboldening your behavior. You paused for a moment to take another drag from your cigarette; Aaron didn’t miss the way you turned your head further from him during your exhale. “You have your job Agent, I have mine.” 

“There is a dangerous free man out there with a special interest in you. He’s not only managed to break into your house but is also murdering surrogate women in place of you,” he said, voice growing louder as he went, “and you think you should go to a film set? How immature and irresponsible are-” 

“Stop doing that!” You cut him off, snapping your head to face him. For a brief moment, you were taken aback by how close he’d been sitting. “Stop painting me to be some dumb self centered girl. This is the fourth time today.” You said, staring him hard in the face, neither of your breaking eye contact. He always looked so good with a beard- stop that. 

“I’m trying to do my job and protect you,” he paused, eyes scanning your face, “I couldn’t handle anything happening to you.” In that moment, his voice was so painfully honest and it almost made you want to agree to do whatever dumb rules he had for you. 

Almost.

Instead, you swung your legs to the side of the chair opposite to him, standing up in a quick blur of motion. “Stop doing that too!” You exclaimed, running your free hand over your face. You took a long drag from your cigarette, placing one hand on your hip. Aaron was giving you a genuinely confused look and you just wanted to wipe it off in one big swipe. “Stop doing some weird little bait and switch between acting like I’m a diva and then trying to end it with some vaguely little sweet comment.” 

“You actually think I don’t care about your safety?” Aaron asked, the faintest bit of hurt in his voice. He stood up as well before continuing. “You think this isn’t a difficult case for me?” 

“You do not get to do that!” You said angrily, pointing a free finger out at him. “You are not allowed to try and make yourself a victim in this story while you simultaneously make me part of the problem. How the hell can you see yourself as even remotely ‘good’ when you left the way you did?” There it was. Maybe it was immature, dragging the breakup into the argument, but the days’ tension- not to mention the months of bottled up emotions- was finally snapping inside of you. 

“If you’re upset over how I ended our relationship, that is completely separate from the dealings of the case and I expect you to be able to conduct yourself appropriately.” Aaron said and you thought that this must be what ‘seeing red’ meant. 

“Do you treat all your witnesses like this?” You were full on yelling now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Is this your version of appropriate conduct, Agent Hotchner? You’ve proven to be nothing but incompetent! You can’t even see two inches past your own fucking face to consider this from my perspective!” 

Your words had their intended effect. Aaron’s face fell for the briefs of moments before years of bottling his own emotions took back over. You had to give him some credit for keeping it, outwardly, more together than you were. “I won't fight with you over something as trivial as this. You’ll report to the station in the morning with the rest of the team.” He ordered, voice dangerously low. 

“I have to work!” You exclaimed, putting heavy emphasis on each word. 

“Going to work isn’t safe. Do you understand that? Your stalker is well acquainted with your schedule, you need to step away from what’s expected of you. It’s dangerous-”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, shaking your head, “are you even listening to yourself? Your job is dangerous every single day, hell you didn’t even step away when the job was dangerous specifically to you! How am I supposed to take advice you can’t even follow?” At the end of your sentence, you angrily stubbed out your cigarette in the ashtray, leaving the butt in the tray. 

“This isn’t about me.” Aaron snapped, voice loudest it’d been all night. “I’m trying to keep you safe. What part of that don’t you understand?” He asked, giving you a tough look. You found yourself at a loss for words and he took your silence as an opening to continue. “I can’t stand to see you get hurt.”

“Are you finally understanding how exhausting it was to love you!” You blurted out, the words catching even you by surprise. You forcibly blinked back the tears forming your eyes. “That this, is how I felt each time you were called away on a case?” 

Aaron was equally as shocked, his mouth opening in vain a few times as he searched for the proper response. “I made sure you were properly aware of the risks and demands of my job before we started our relationship.” Bad answer.

“And I never complained,” you replied, a defeated tone creeping into your voice, “not once, did I?”

“If you’re going to accuse me of hypocrisy, you should recognize it in yourself. You were equally if not more in demand than I was.” 

“I thought you liked that I was so ‘in demand’!” You said, the frustration growing again. “What was it you always said? You liked not having to worry about me alone at home, waiting up for you.” 

“You’re coming to the station tomorrow Y/N. Final order.” Aaron repeated, completely ignoring your last statement. 

“You know what,” you said, the fight in your voice gone, “I don’t have to put up with this and your lame attempts at trying to be a good guy. I’m not having this conversation anymore.” You quickly leaned over to swipe your cigarette pack and glass of the little table. 

“Are you actually going to run away from this?” He asked, almost as if he was trying to bait you back into the argument.

You scoffed loudly, staring him dead in the eyes. “You did.” 

You angrily walked around him, nearly stomping the entire way to the door. As you were halfway into the house you paused for a moment, not even slightly turning your head back towards him. “Blankets are still in the same spot in the living room.” You said, slamming the door behind you as soon the sentence left your lips. 

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The next morning, promptly at 8am, an email from your agent was sent to Aaron. It was incredibly petty and inherently personal, but to an outsider it was nothing out of the ordinary for someone of your status. Aaron was near furious, as expected, but even in his stubbornness he could see you had the high ground. Long story short, the email plainly stated vaguely threatened that if your work schedule were to become an issue for the team, you could easily send a ‘spokesperson’ from your team to deal with any and all future communications. Y/N 2, Aaron Hotchner 0.

Back at your house, you were having a lovely morning. The victory tasted sweet in your mouth as you got yourself ready for the long day. Sometime around 4:00AM Reid had switched out with Aaron and the two of you were currently in your kitchen; Reid sitting at one of your countertop stools while you stood over the stove. After being angrily informed by Aaron that you wouldn’t be required to come into the station with Reid, you decided to make a simple breakfast for the two of you. Reid had wanted to leave sooner, but he was also under orders to not leave you alone until you were safely in your own car and on your way.

You weren’t sure how he felt, but you thought you and Reid got along quite well. He was the closest in age to you and even though he didn’t really seem to understand any of the little jokes or references you made, there was still some level of mutual understanding there. It didn’t hurt that he was quite easy on the eyes as well, of course he wasn’t Aaron by any means- stop that! 

Over breakfast, you spent the entire time answering Reid’s many questions about various actors and actresses he was a fan of. Lucky boy, you thought; as all the people he mentioned were quite nice even when the camera was off. What was it that people said about never meeting your hero? 

He graciously offered to do all the clean up, as you had cooked, which gave you a bit of extra time to make sure you were ready to go. When you both were ready and Reid had confirmed the plainclothes officer was positioned on your street, he helped you to your car. 

With one hand on the top of your car, just as you were about to sit down, you stopped and turned to Reid. “I enjoyed breakfast, would you please tell Agent Hotchner how sorry I am that my schedule’s gotten in the way?” You asked, giving him your sweetest smile. It was another petty move and Aaron was sure to see right through it; the team had amazing skills at reading people, you knew that, but you were an equally talented actress. “I’ll make sure to let you guys know when I’ll be back at home tonight.” You added, before sliding into your car. Reid closed the door gently behind you, waving from the outside of your garage as you pulled out and drove off. 

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Case wise, the next two days were quiet. You had won the ‘going to work battle’ by a longshot and happily went about your scheduled days. Aaron hadn’t taken another watch shift since the argument, something you were grateful for. It wasn’t until the fourth day, that the case started to pick up again.

“Agent Hotchner?” A young officer stepped into the conference room, holding out a thick manila envelope. “This was just dropped off at the front desk, addressed to you.” That certainly captured the entire team’s attention; every head turning, as if off on a swivel, to face the officer. 

“Who dropped it off?” Hotch demanded. ‘Who dropped it off?” He repeated, an added aggression in his voice. 

“Some kid! Some kid dropped it at the front and left before anyone could get a word out!” The officer said hurriedly, raising one of his hands up in a meek surrender. 

Hotch stepped up to the officer, easily snatching the envelope out of his hands. “Assure that my technical analyst has access to your entire security feed. Now.” He ordered, not giving the officer as a second glance. “Morgan, call Garcia and make sure she accesses those tapes and identifies the kid immediately.” 

Hotch went back to standing in front of the long table in the middle of the room, setting the envelope down in front of him. “Gloves, I need-” A pair were placed in his outstretched hand by Reid before he could finish. “I don’t want anyone touching anything that comes out of here without gloves, understood?” He said, not looking at anyone in particular. His focus, completely drawn to the angry penmanship that spelled out his name. After quickly pulling his gloves all the way on, Hotch grabbed the envelope again, internally shoving down his emotions before ripping off the top edge in one clean pull. Nothing could have prepared him for the way the envelope was overflowing with hundreds of photos of you. He tilted the envelope and they all came falling out, covering the table in front of him. Reid mentally estimated there were over five hundred photos of you- some seemed to be cut, some looked to have writing and designs on them- and there were even a few slips of paper thrown in the mix. 

“Hotch, Garcia managed to grab the plate from what the kid drove off in. She's running it-” Morgan said, his sentence running off as he took in the table full of photos. “Holy shit.” He said quietly, making his way closer to the table as well. 

Hotch reached down, picking up the closest photo to him. There you were, standing on a boardwalk with your hand blocking the sun from your eyes. You looked beautiful- stop that. As Hotch further studied the photo, he picked up a second one, taking another good look. It struck Hotch and the team then, the majority of the photos were grossly intimate; as if the unsub had taken them by himself. Hotch’s stomach twisted when his eyes fell on a photo that looked like you were posing for it, throwing a big smile and peace sign up at the camera. 

“Did Garcia get any hits on any scorned lovers?” Emily asked, holding up a photo of you and a man. The face and body of the man had been aggressively scratched over and cut up, but Aaron had a sinking feeling it was of him. 

“Yea, I got another potential ex photo right here.” Reid said, holding up another picture. In this one you had clearly been looking up at someone, but the photo had been crudely cut up to exclude whoever it was. 

Morgan held up one of the slips of papers, giving it a confused look. “You lost Aaron?” He said, reading off the paper. “What’s the reasoning for singling out Hotch rather than someone closer to her age like Reid” He questioned, not expecting anyone to answer. 

“I got one of Hotch’s face scribbled over. He must’ve gotten the photo online.” Emily added, holding up a professional headshot of Hotch. “Is anyone seeing photos of the rest of us? The unsub could see all of us as interfering with his connection to Y/N.” 

Hotch’s stomach was twisted in all different directions. He knew the moment of truth was coming and was internally cursing himself for not coming clean sooner. But that paled in comparison to the sickness he felt over the unsub clearly being someone who had such personal access to you. He was certain that some of these photos dates back years. The idea that whoever was doing this had been so close to you, for so long, could’ve brought him to his knees. 

“Hotch…” JJ said, her voice accusatory. She looked up at him, face a mix of confusion and a hint of betrayal. She held up another photo and the entire team went quiet. This photo was clearly taken at a distance, but there you were looking lovingly up at a man who was certainly Hotch. 

Hotch had one hand clenched tightly on the edge of the table, taking a deep breath before he looked up at his agents staring expectantly at him.  

“I haven’t been completely honest with you all,” Hotch started, running his free hand over his face, “I met Y/N five years ago and we were together for three, until I ended things.” He was sure someone had audibly gasped at that. “I know you all may have various concerns over my proximity to the case and are valid in any anger you may feel towards me. But right now, I need to go call Y/N and make sure she’s safe.” 

Hotch didn’t give anyone a chance to reply, instead whipping out his phone and near running out the door. Leaving a team of confused and shocked agents in his wake.

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a/n - of course, thank you all for reading. it means the world to me! also just the quickest of shoutouts to @kylorendrip and @ssahoodrathotchner who both constantly put up with my writing complaints and all the random ideas i bounce around their dms on the daily. 

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[undergrounddweller89]

NOTE : THIS IS A SPIES IN DISGUISE AU, WALTER IS THE CRIMINAL MASTER MIND AND KILLIAN IS THE SCIENTIST

THIS DEFINITELY CONTAINS SEXY TIMES

Not well written though probably and I tend to rarely go through my work to look for mistakes.

Despite Killian being kidnapped and handcuffed EVERY THING IS CONSENSUAL... Tristan is crazy obsessed with Beckett so he's very happy.

Now you've had your warning you read this instead of scrolling past that's on you, lemon is a tag used for stuff like this but if you feel like there are other tags I need to use please do tell me!)

The bag was stuffy, head phones covered his ears, they'd knocked off his glasses in their struggle to capture him, he could barely see without them.

Now his hands were cuffed behind his back, a hand on each upper arm, honestly Tristan was terrified, the car ride seemed a life time, though realistically it was only ten to fifteen minutes long.

He'd pleaded saying he was a no body just a scientist the agency threw in the corner and that no one ever took him seriously.

He was hunched, trying to tuck his head into his shoulders, so this was how he was going to die.

He felt every bump of the car and turn, trying to map out where he was going but he didn't recognise this route, usually he rode every where on his bicycle, deep blue with a silver bell and a basket on the front to pick up dinner on his way home...

Home where he could research the Criminal Master mind Walter Beckett ...to a near unhealthy obsession...alright it was unhealthy when you imagined him pushing you back against the table parting your thighs, fucking you and making you look at him by holding your head with his clawed hand....

Fuck was he going to die thinking about Walter, a man who didn't even known he existed...well he had no one, nothing living to care about...he might as well think of someone who made him happy even if only in his fantasies before he died right.

He was pulled from the car where he tried kicking at his handlers, Tristan didn't get very far though as one of them punch his gut winding him, he was wheezing as he was taken out of the vehicle.

"You know he's gonna kill you for that right."

The first handler smacked the second on the back of the head

"Only if this limp dick tells him, he's too much of pussy to squeal."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, but Im not covering your ass."

He was dragged through the facility, Tristan refused to make it easy to carry him and went limp.

Both handlers groaned, fuck, great a difficult one, well the first wasn't going to risk hurting him into compliance and the second knew he was on thin ice, if that punch had bruised him their boss was literally going to kill him.

Other workers watched as they went by, another two carried Tristans legs who now tried to struggle again, what the hell was going on!

He was sat in a chair with ease, after all their boss was right there, the workers didn't dare handle him as if he were anything less than a handle with care package with fragile taped all over him.

"Well are you going to take that off him, it's a little hard for dramatic entrances when he can't even see me."

"Yes sir, right away."

The bag was pulled off swiftly with the headphones clattering to the floor.

Tristan squinted, everyone looked like blurs, he could see faces only as different coloured splodges, his hair sticking up in different angles, shoulders aching now, he still sat up right, heart racing

"Where are his glasses?"

Tristan turned to where he heard the man speak, it was cold, commanded respect...familiar but no it couldn't be...

"Sebastian, where are his glasses?"

"I ah, James you see knocked them off in the struggle and-"

A metal arm, supporting four claw digits at it's end clasped his face

"What did I tell you about people with glasses, remove them, keep them what Sebastian."

He had brought the man to his knees holding so tightly Sebastian could feel his skull on the verge of cracking, he let out a cry as he managed to finish the sentence

"Safe!"

"Oh good you can listen to orders, now James..."

He'd let go of Sebastian and beckoned over his other crew member, Tristan knew this voice but it couldn't be him, he must still be disorientated.

"James, what have I told you about harming what belongs to me."

He said softly, curling his his claws around James's tie, Sebastian stepped back, well he had warned his coworker and with a snap and flick of his wrist the tie had been pulled so hard and tight the man's neck had been snapped.

"He had trouble following orders, first few times is understandable, you're settling into this new life but after five years it should not be that hard."

Tristan wished he'd had his glasses because if this was Walter Beckett he would have just witnessed one of Becketts trade mark moves and yes maybe would have gushed like a fan boy.

He was going to pretend it was him until he could see at the least and imagine he was kidnapped by Thee Walter Beckett.

He listened to him calling in clean up crew and for someone to bring up the glasses, his shape coming in closer and closer, it had to be him, the silver blurred limb was on his left, the hair colour.

"Awww poor baby..."

The younger man cooed.

Tristan tried very hard not to lean into his touch when his hair was stroke back and felt the Claws against his scalp

"Don't worry now, my useless men have been dealt with, come on now look up at me."

He didn't exactly give Tristan a choice as he place a claw under his chin

"See, now Mr Mcford I know I have my fans, the ones who do their fanart, their fictions whatever you will, I keep an eye on anyone who searches my name out of curiosity..."

He tapped his nose

"You Mcford like clock work will watch videos that have only the briefest flash of me, pour over articles, fictions..."

He smirked tracing one long metal claw along his jaw

"Reader x Walter Beckett, but you got tired of them, skinny little me always being pinned, submissive, no, no you wrote your own, named yourself Killian, nice name by the way, where I owned you, laid you back and made sure you knew who you belonged to."

Tristan was red, he was so fucking red and wanted the bag back on his head

"But Im not here to embarrass you, you're actually a good writer and it was the first one I ever enjoyed myself to."

Tristan wanted to implode, die right there, hearing Beckett had fucking masturbated to his little story, he let out a whine then hung his head, trying to hide how much that effected him.

The crew came up and pulled the body from the room and handed Walter the item he'd requested

"Face me now, unless you prefer being half blind."

Beckett held his face with his human hand, finger tip tracing a cheek bone, my they were sharp weren't they, what a pretty scientist.

Placing the glasses on, small lights flickered then settled.

"They read your eyes and the lenses adjust to the prescription you need."

Walter explained now casually sitting on Mcford's lap, an arm around the back of his neck.

"I'll cut to the chase, as I said we check everyone who even so much as types my name out of curiosity and when I found out you were working for the agency that has reaaaally caused a lot of problems in my life I researched you."

Tristan was staring, no way did Walter not feel the protruding problem down below, you would literally have to be either dead or have no feeling in your body to not notice that, he was still, he listened to him, was he having a wet dream, it had to be a dream right?

"Besides my uh Internet history...what...what did you find out."

"Oh you know, that you're an under appreciated scientist who came up with designs so dangerous they had to lock them away...and I may have slightly stolen them, now while I could personally and am the only qualified person here to build such delicious technology...."

He slipped his hand under Tristans lab coat, slowly rubbing his palm against his chest and smirking at the shakey breath and the way Tristan adjusted his hips, oh he could certainly feel that reaction

"I have an evil empire to run...I need you Tristan, I want you..."

He leaned in closer, lips nearly at his.

Mcford whined, fuck he was close Walter hadn't even done anything but the raised brow and smirk on Becketts face told him he could feel him twitch and gasped as the hand that'd been on his chest traveled down a finger tip teasing the head of his cock through his pants.

"How do you feel about working for me Tristan, build your machines and what ever else comes to mind, I need someone as competent as myself..."

Walter kneaded him slowly, to the point the slow pace was painful, his mouth was open and another ragged breath left him, this had to be a wet dream a really, vivid wet dream, please don't let his alarm go off...he pressed against his neck, forehead on his shoulder as Walter stroked the back of his neck with metal Claws, cool against his flesh.

Even if he was awake, of course his answer was yes....

"We could even build something together, I'm sure you'd just love to see me work..."

Beckett leered.

Walter was so warm, he was here, touching him, fucking touching him, dragging it out and making him nearly beg and he loved it.

"Yes..."

Tristan panted, lifting his hips trying to get more friction, he still had his handcuffs on he couldn't reach out and touch the man he wanted, his wrists struggling instinctively to part.

"Look at me and say it, Tristan."

That purr went through Mcford's entire being, lifting his head whimpering, biting his lip, he loved the tease, feeling so close to the edge and having Walter deny him...he begged to some god out there that Walter would finish it at least, it was so intense, he knew his clothes were stained with precum, Beckett seemed to enjoy reminding him he knew it was there by playfully tapping a finger over the tip of his cock where the damp patch was.

"Yes...I'll work for you....I have mmmphn wanted to since I ahh first saw you... Oh my god..."

Walter smiled, watching him, listening to him, oh how blue his eyes looked when his cheeks were this flushed, absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh Tristan there is no god, only me and my loving hands."

He returned, unbuckling Tristans belt and reaching in, blushing a little himself as he watched Tristans eyes nearly roll up, his head falling forward.

Tristan watched as Walter finished him off how desperately he wanted to hold onto him, press fingers into his back, he couldn't remember the last time he came this fucking hard or if he'd ever...he was speechless...breathless and fuck he'd made a mess of them both.

He was putty in Walters hands, feeling a claw lift his head again, moaning softly still, his body was tingling all over

"Welcome to the team Killian."

Beckett said sweetly before leaning in and kissing him.

[dracosearlgreytea]

indelicate marks (15)

indelicate marks: chapter fifteen - the scar

A/N: yes i am finally back with another chapter!! only taken me like two weeks but thats fine aha im so sorry for making you all wait so long!! its been part two of slight mental breakdown which meant i didnt have much motivation to write, but, you all very much deserve the next chapter so here it is!! im hoping to get this fic finished before saturday as i am going away for a while but i shall keep you all updated. all my love and i hope you’re all doing okay - ivy <33 

warnings: language, kinda nsfw implications, talk of scars, a pinch of angst 

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indelicate marks index

The weeks after were... nice. Being with Draco was surprisingly easy. He was comfortable company - more than comfortable. You spent most of your hours sat in the classroom, on the window ledge. It was the best few weeks you'd ever had in your life, by far. Sometimes, you would stray further - whenever you managed to convince Draco, that was. Visits to the Astronomy Tower and the lake were rare, but you adored them regardless. Those memories, the ones of him bathed in sunlight or dusk, would stay etched into mind for a long time after. You would read together, on occasions. In the depths of the library, you had discovered some of the Muggle literature he liked to drone on about. Other times, you would just talk - about everything, or nothing. You would, however, always spend a lot more time than necessary wrapped in his presence. Kissing Draco was both the easiest and most complicated thing you'd learnt to do, yet he made it worth it.   Draco still had his bad days - not that you hadn't had a fair share of yours. There would be nights were he would stumble into the classroom only to end up falling asleep. Sometimes he didn't make sense, voice a mere mutter, eyes glazed over. You didn't ask him about what he had done - about what Harry had accused you for. He didn't mention the mark you would soon have to take. Spring verged into summer. Despite the anxiety that came with the dread of returning home for the holidays, you found yourself almost forgetting the reality of it all. But, it was nice. It was nice to just be. "Are you asleep?" It was late, and warm. Too warm, for your liking, and you you had still managed to end up curling into Draco's side. His whisper came close to your ear, letting the book resting on his lap fall shut. "No," You murmured, shifting your head to glance back at him. Features close to yours, his breath fanned over your lips as he exhaled. The pure sensation of the intimacy that had became so natural still hadn't lost his touch, warmth flooding throughout you. "Why?" "Just wondered." You hummed at his reply, noting his grey gaze as it darted down for a second. Pressing a short kiss to his lips, his fingertips dug a little more into where they rested on your shoulder. The act still managed to warm your chest - in a way you'd only ever felt with him. It was in these moments, the dark nights and the small kisses and the whispers, that you felt complete. As though nothing was ever going to go wrong - as you'd lived a normal, happier life. Like you weren't on the verge of war. You pulled back, after a second, and Draco sighed as you did. Frowning a little, you scanned his expression, but he only gazed back, expectant. "Are you okay?" You asked, finally. "Are you?" It was his turn to frown. Shifting back to take him in properly, you smoothed out the fabric covering his shoulder, avoiding his eyes. "It doesn't always have to be about me, Draco." Quiet, you spoke, allowing your gaze to dart up to his. Draco watched you, guarded, but not defensive. "I know you don't want to talk about - well, about what goes on with you, but you know you don't have to hide anything. Not with me." "You know it's not like that." He mumbled. "I just don't want you-" "You don't want me involved." You finished for him, forcing your lips into a small, reassuring smile. "I know." Eyes still unreadable, he scanned you for a moment. Then, in one swift movement, he kissed you again, lingering for only a second. Again, you were the one to pull back. The mess of thoughts tangled in your brain was demanding to be heard, much to your frustration. Draco kept his gaze on you as you sat back, keeping yours very much away him his, fiddling at your sleeve. Fingers brushing over yours, he pulled them firmly into his hands. "You're thinking very loudly." He pointed out, voice edged with both seriousness and a rare kind of softness. Eyebrows flicking up, you shrugged. You had to push away the instinctive temptation to withdraw your hands from his and put them back to your sleeve. "I have a lot to think about." You said, finally shooting him a glimpse. "Like?" Draco prompted, arching his eyebrow. "You know what like." Tone a little strained, you swallowed. He'd fallen deadly silent, and you stared down at your tangled fingers. Biting back the words catching in the back of your throat seemed to prove difficult - because they came anyway. "It's just - aren't I already involved?" "Y/N..." "Well, aren't I?" You shot him a look, lips dragged down. "I'm pretty much already a Deatheater, mark and all. I don't see how you actually talking about things is going to make anything worse for me." "I'm not having this conversation with you again." Turning his head away to face straight ahead of him, Draco spoke, firm. His hands pulled away from yours, prompting a painful stab to your chest. "Why?" Pushing, you felt an uncomfortable heat rising in your chest. "Why won't you let me make my own decision about what happens to me? About what happens to us?" Draco's jaw tightened, eyes darker as he came to glare at you. "What is that supposed to mean?" His voice was barely restrained. "I thought you were happy, with this?" "I am - I just - I'm worried about you, Draco. I don't even know where you are half the time. I don't even know what we are, because you won't let me talk to you about anything." Heart rate becoming more frantic, you watched him with an intent. He set you with one of his distant looks, and your chest caved in a little, swallowing. "I said it from the start, Y/N. No promises. We agreed." "I'm not asking you to promise me anything," Your tone grew desperate. "I'm asking you to let me help you." There was a second of silence, after that. You continued to stare at Draco, breathing still quick and mind buzzing as you tugged at your sleeve. He had paused, all too vacant - until he finally let out a sigh, shifting his body to face you properly. "You are helping me." He said, taking your hand again. You allowed him to curl it into his, grinding your teeth in attempt to swallow back another argument. "You being here - being with me - that is all you need to do. I don't want you to worry about anything else." "How do you expect me not to worry? My parents-" "I'm working on it." "What?" Brow furrowing, you stared at him, uncertain. Draco held a very earnest look, that was both terrifying and comforting, and you gripped his hand a little harder. "Don't worry about it. Your parents, the mark, me - nothing." Merlin, his tone had never been so foreboding. His eyes glinted in a way that made your heart tweak, and you had to take in a deep breath. What the hell are you doing, Draco? "It's going to be fine." No, it's not. Draco sighed at your silence, features stilling - before he spoke again. "I promise." You met his dark eyes in under a second. A lump had grown in the back of your throat, but you swallowed it back. Seeing him, in the darkness of the classroom, moonlight reflecting off his eyes... It was all too reminiscent to that night in the Astronomy Tower. He looked so fragile, so incomplete, as though he would slip away at any moment. For once, you could not take comfort in his words. And still, you didn't say anything else. Instead, you pressed your lips to his, hands on his neck and body pressed against his as though it was what you were designed to do. It didn't take long for Draco to crawl over you, pinning you underneath him, a hand set at your waist. Every thought and feeling from your previous discussion discarded, your heart skipped at beat as he nipped your bottom lip. His shirt had loosened from his movement, and you slipped your hand underneath it. Fingertips brushing over the skin of his torso, his eyes snapped to yours, pulling away with a jolt. And, for a second, you froze, apologies ready on your lips. But the glint in his eye was dark, captivating. Then, he was pressing sharp kisses to your neck, a fraction more frantic than ever before. Heart racing, your breathing grew laboured, body sparking underneath his fingertips. "Is this okay?" Draco murmured, glancing up at you. His hand now hesitated at the buttons of your shirt. He did not progress, staying almost unnervingly steady as he waited for a reply. Swallowing, you nodded. "I need a vocal reply." He added, quirking an eyebrow. Despite everything - the heat of your body, the thrill coursing through you - you hesitated. Draco waited a second longer, before withdrawing. Your stomach dropped, grasping his shoulders as he shifted upright. "I - fuck, I'm sorry-" "Don't be stupid." Draco's brow furrowed, shooting you a look that was almost intimidating. "You never have to do anything you don't want to, Y/N." "It's not that I don't want to," You mumbled, avoiding his eyes as your cheeks flushed with head. "I - It's just my..." Draco remained quiet as you struggled for words, until you tapped your left forearm. Gently, he rested his hand at your wrist, causing your to glance at him immediately.   "You don't have to show me." Eyes honest, your chest squeezed. "It's not that I mind you seeing." You frowned at your words, unable to communicate the jumble in your mind. "But no one has even been able to just see it, you know? Without - anything else happening." "Well, I've already seen it before." Draco reminded you, voice a little softer than usual. "It didn't reopen when I healed it last time, so I think it would be fine. But, you still don't have to show me." A soft smile tugged at your lips as you scanned his expression. Even now, it was difficult to coax out this side of Draco - the softer, understanding one. The one you doubted could hurt a fly. Brushing your fingers, over his cheek, you kissed him, slow. The fluttering content never seemed to fade, no matter how many times you had kissed him by now. Then, as you pulled back, you offered him your arm. Draco's eyes rested on you. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising his brow in the lightest. "Vocal reply." "Yes, you idiot." Despite your uncertainty, a smile fluttered across your features. Draco, still tentative, loosened the cuff of your sleeve. Biting down on your lip, you kept your eyes focused on his as he worked, even as he shifted the material upward. Eventually, you squeezed them shut. Your heart was racing in your chest, waiting for that first sting, for the bad memories and the burning - But, instead, only a set of soft lips met your skin. Flinching, you eyes snapped open, staring down at your arm. An instinctive grimace followed at the sight of the raised, poorly healed skin. Bu there was no blood. No pain, no distant voices. "See?" Draco murmured, watching you. Staring from your scar, to him, your chest shifted, almost in a motion of instant comfort. "It's fine." Still hesitant, your lips twitched up into a small smile, and you caught the way Draco's gaze followed the movement. You also caught the words, inching their way up your throat. They were burning, but not in the way you were used to. In fact, it was more painful as you pushed them down, kissing Draco again before they could spill out. For once, you did not care about the way your sleeve crinkled in the crook of your elbow. You did not think of the way Draco's fingers brushed over the mark every moment or so. For once, it was not a reminder of what you hated - but reminder of how you had become so entangled with this boy you so adored. A connection you could have never anticipated for such an indelicate mark. Yet, despite it all, it was a connection that you hoped would never have to be broken.

[megalony]

Braces

This is a fluffy dad! Steve Rogers imagine that I’ve been meaning to polish up for a while. I hope you all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Steve and (Y/n)’s son has to wear braces on his legs that Steve knows knocks his confidence a lot. But he decides to surprise Steve after a mission by running properly without them.

Enjoy.

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Bruce smiled at the scene in front of him, something that didn't happen very often and that was rather rare in all cases. He was currently in the lab, trying to do his work but his eyes kept diverting to look over to where Tony was. Although it was him he certainly didn't act like the Tony Stark everyone knew and got annoyed with after a while. He was standing in front of the metal table in the lab which his nephew James was sitting on with a bright smile that Bruce never got tired of seeing.

Whenever Tony was around his nephew he seemed like a totally different person and Bruce found it rather endearing to see.

Things between Tony and Steve had always been uneasy, it was like they were always getting off on the wrong foot or they always locked horns over the most silly, trivial of things. But when (Y/n) and Steve had James, it cemented the broken foundations between both men. They would hardly ever argue if James was around and he seemed to calm them both down rather a lot, more than (Y/n) could ever calm down her big brother and her husband.

The little boy had a lot of medical problems, some of which related to the problems Steve had before he got the serum and it broke his heart to see his son grow up each day struggling in the same way he had done. They all knew it wasn't Steve's fault, the serum did run through James like it did him but not enough of it. James had asthma like Steve did but not as bad as his dad which was a relief to them for Steve had a lot of asthma attacks and couldn't even run properly with how bad his breathing got.

James was also a very skinny child, taking after Steve again and it caused him to gain illnesses quicker but they was the only illnesses James had inherited from his dad. What Steve was happier to acknowledge was that James was his double, he had the same ash blond hair, the baby blue eyes and the cheekbones and even the curved nose. He had a lot of personality traits like his mother and smarts from her and Tony combined too. He was a mix of all of them and they all loved it.

Tony had taken it upon himself to be his nephews doctor and consultant, he wanted to help and look after him in any way that he could which is why James and (Y/n) were currently in the lab with them.

James wore braces on his legs to help him walk properly, when he was a toddler he somehow managed to walk with his feet sticking out to the sides and he found it very difficult to walk without support. The braces were to help correct his walk and give his legs that extra support and Tony designed them so they weren't so bad looking and hard to manoeuvre. He made them so they were thin but strong and kept moderating them like he did to his suits to thin them down but make them more efficient at the same time.

"Alright then, I'll just adjust these and your all set little man. Why don't you surprise your dad without them on?" Tony encouraged, seeing James' eyes light up at the idea like he had stars captured in his pupils.

"Can I?" He asked, excitement bubbling in his tone causing his mother to smile. He wasn't used to walking very much without the braces on, he relied on them to make sure he continued to walk properly since he was still growing. The thought of running- or at least trying to run- to Steve and show him he was a big boy able to walk better made his smile widen significantly when his uncle nodded that he would be alright to do that.

"Sure, just not for too long."

"Your dad should be back now, let's go surprise him." (Y/n) pitched in as Tony carefully placed James down to his feet before patting his back.

With a smile, Tony leaned against the table as he and Bruce watched James slowly walk over to (Y/n), managing rather well on his own without the support he was so used to. It wasn't as if they were crutches that he relied on to keep him upright, James could walk without them but it was safer and would aid him better if he wore them every day until a stage where his walking was adapted to normal.

(Y/n) handed his bag to him and he slipped the straps onto his shoulders, he never went far without his backpack designed to look like Steve's shield. He took his mother's hand and they exited the lab in search of Steve, knowing they would be back in a little while for the braces to be fitted again.

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Steve and Natasha walked down the corridor, both rubbing at their damp hair making their contrasting hair colours look a few shades darker than they really were. The pair had just got back from a mission which took three days and still felt like they were covered in dust and grime.

Even spending half an hour in the shower didn't do much to rid the sticky feeling that Steve got from being in his mud covered suit for hours on end.

Both of them stopped outside the elevator, pressing the button to head up to the lounge in the Avengers tower so they could sit down and try to recover before they eventually had to do something or got another mission come through. Some of the avengers lived at Stark tower, but others like Steve, Thor and Clint had their own homes, though they sometimes stayed over when needed.

"Go on honey." (Y/n) whispered to James, kissing his head before pulling back to watch him make a bee-line for his double. James could see his dad and aunt down the corridor waiting for the elevator and he hoped he would catch them before they disappeared to another level of the tower. James knew not to run too fast, (Y/n) had warned him about that because it would strain his legs and he could pull a muscle or fall which wouldn't be very good for him at all.

"Daddy!"

As soon as the all too-familiar voice reached his ears, Steve felt his heart speed up and he turned to his left to search for the occupier of the voice. Steve hadn't been expecting his son to be at the tower today but he certainly hadn't expected his son to be heading towards him with a bright smile and no braces adorning his slim legs.

A bright smile lit up Steve's features at the rather rare sight of James looking happy to be trying his best to speed walk. It was very hard to get James to want to go out with his braces because he felt awkward with them and as if they were holding him back rather then enhancing him. Steve wanted to take a few steps forward and reach him halfway but he stopped when he realised James was determined to make it all the way down the corridor to him instead.

The moment James got within reach, Steve bent down and scooped his boy up in his arms. He spun round whilst holding James tight against his chest in a comforting hug, knowing he had caught James just in time because his foot had skidded on the polished tiles and he would have fallen if he carried on any further.

"Wow there, soldier! What happened to the braces?" Steve asked in shock, standing up to his full height once again with James secured to his shoulder. He felt his heart jumping in his chest when James wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, hugging him as close as possible since he'd missed him whilst he'd been away.

Steve bounced his boy on his hip but when he noticed James was breathing rather deeply he moved his hand and dug around in the backpack on James' shoulders. He pulled out his boy's inhaler, something Steve had had the luxury of forgetting about until James was a toddler and found out he needed one. The little boy took a few deep breaths to calm down before he managed to give Steve a response to his question.

"Uncle Tony's fixing them, I wanted to surprise you." There was a small hint of sadness in his tone because he knew soon enough he was going to have to go back to wear the braces that corrected his walking but slowed him down at the same time.

"Well you certainly did. Do you think you can make it back up to the lab without them?" Steve whispered the last part in James' ear, seeing his son smile brightly and nod in response to the mini-challenge. Steve always tried to push James to keep going and try harder but at the same time, Steve would stop him if he knew his boy wouldn't be able to do it.

When Steve was younger he never had people trying to encourage him to do things, he had to encourage himself and he didn't want that for his son. As much as his mother had tried to make him feel normal and comfortable and okay, she wanted Steve to hold back and play things safe rather than try and test his limits. He knew that James needed someone to will him on and that was exactly what Steve was going to do, he would try and push James within his limits so he would excel.

"Well done little guy." Natasha chipped in with a smile, running a hand through his hair to ruffle the strands which made him smile before she patted Steve's shoulder and headed into the elevator heading.

Steve pressed a kiss to the side of James' head before he set him back down to his feet, walking close beside his boy just in case he slipped or tripped. Steve could see that James was already starting to edge his feet out to the sides automatically like he did when he was running but he was walking overall much better than usual.

When they got to where (Y/n) was patiently waiting for her boys, she kissed James' forehead, wrapping him up in a congratulating hug before letting him head over to the stairs so she could see Steve.

It felt like a lifetime since (Y/n) had felt Steve's arms binding around her waist, seen his charming yet cheeky smile or felt his lips pressing against hers when in reality he had only been gone for three days. (Y/n) always prayed that any missions didn't last very long because she knew that if three days felt like a lifetime, he would barely get through a week or more without Steve.

"Daddy, come on!"

James' voice broke apart the couple's short-lived moment but the lopsided smile on Steve's face made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat and told her they would carry this on later. The couple started to ascend up the stairs after their son who was bouncing up the steps like he was a spring or a little excited puppy.

(Y/n) leaned her head on Steve's shoulder as they both watched James, but when they got close to the lab Steve noticed James was slowing down. He was clearly getting tired and he was starting to kick his feet out to the sides, his legs becoming uncoordinated because he didn't have the energy to correct himself.

"Alright super-soldier, come here." Steve wrapped his free arm that wasn't placed around (Y/n)'s waist, around James' front and gently picked him up so he could settle him on his hip to rest his legs.

"Uncle Tony I surprised daddy! And walked up the stairs too!"

James' voice became slightly higher in pitch from his excitement when the three of them entered the lab and his words caused Tony's lips to curve into a smug smile. He knew it would raise his nephew's spirit to try and walk without his braces and impressing Steve would only further elate James' mood.

"See, you won't be needing these for much longer I'm sure. So I've changed the design a little, and the colour scheme is just as his lordship asked. Come on little man."

Steve pulled away from (Y/n) so he could walk over and settle James down on the table. He watched intently as Tony crouched down in front of his nephew and slotted the braces into James' shoes before strapping them just below his knees to keep the metal bars in place around his skinny legs. It didn't escape Steve's attention when the smile James previously had on his lips dampened when the braces were put on his legs. But when he noticed the small Captain America shields at the bottom of the braces, a breathless giggle left his lips.

"Thank you uncle Tony."

"Your welcome." Tony ruffled his hair before he made his way over to Bruce so they could carry on working on their new piece of technology.

Steve shook his head with a playful smile when James looked over at him and held his arms out, clearly wanting to be picked up. Whenever Steve had been away even for just a little while James became clingy wanting to be wherever Steve was and he loved it.

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"Are you ready to head home?" Steve questioned the little boy in his arms who he knew was rather tired. James nodded tiredly in response, slipping his bag back on his shoulders when Steve handed it to him. Natasha had stolen (Y/n) for a while wanting to catch up and chat and she said she would meet the boys back at their home when she was finished chatting with Natasha.

Steve gently placed James down to his feet and got up himself, putting his leather jacket on before taking James' hand and attempting to leave the room but he stopped when he realised his son wasn't walking with him. He cocked his head to the side, his baby blue eyes pooling with love and confusion as he waited patiently for James to tell him what was wrong.

But Steve found his face falling when James simply held his arms out to him; he wanted to be carried.

"What's wrong soldier?" Steve went down on his knees so he could be level with his boy who was clearly upset with tears glistening in his eyes which made Steve feel panicked.

"I don't want these." James responded quietly, tapping at the braces on his legs making Steve sigh sadly. He took a deep breath before he looked at James with a gentle expression, trying to think how to make him feel better about it but he didn't know what to say to make this better.

"I know you don't, but they're not forever buddy. If you don't have them you'll hurt your legs and your back too." He tried to keep his tone gentle and understanding and James nodded his head but his expression didn't change. He didn't want to walk around wearing braces that slowed him down and made it feel weird when he walked, They annoyed him and made him feel abnormal, not to mention the way people looked at him when he went out.

"I don't like them daddy."

"Buddy, if you wear them then you can train with me more when your walking better. You wanted to join me didn't you?" A small smile tugged at James' lips as he looked down at his feet and nodded in response. He went to the gym with Steve from time to time but didn't do much, he mainly watched him most of the time although Steve encouraged him to do small weights and he helped him with other activities there. It made James happy and boosted his confidence a little so Steve kept bringing him along.

"But I... um..."

"What is it?" Steve asked, a smile on his features encouraging him to talk and say what was on his mind.

"I want to be like you."

Closing his eyes Steve sighed, that was not what he expected to hear and it broke his heart. Truthfully he didn't know if James could ever be like him with the medical issues he had. James might get better as he grew older, his asthma might subside, he was most likely going to walk fine when he was in his teens and no longer had the braces. And if he put on a bit more weight he might be less vulnerable to illnesses, but Steve didn't know if he was ever going to be like him in a physical stance.

But then again, Steve always thought he himself would always be the short skinny kid who spent half his life in a hospital or laid in bed with a cold and yet here he was now.

"What colour are your eyes?" Steve's rather off-topic question caught James by surprise and he looked very confused before he answered as if he thought it was a trick question.

"Blue."

"Just like mine, and what colour is your hair?"

"Blond."

"Correct, and you've got my nose too; you look exactly like me. You have a shield on your back and your a good little soldier, your kind, funny and I know your smart. You're already like me, you're my little doppelganger and I love that about you, but you don't have to act like me or walk and talk like me. You are amazing and perfect as yourself. My little soldier."

Steve didn't want James to grow up and think he had to act just like Steve or even want to act like him, he wanted James to be his own person. He thought it was sweet and rather endearing that his son- his first child, looked the spitting image of himself, Steve loved that. It was like he was looking in a mirror that showed him his younger self. But he wanted James to grow up and form his own person and his own mind, he came to the gym with Steve because he wanted to try and train but Steve didn't want him to think he had to be just like him.

With a soft smile, Steve reached out and wrapped his arms around James, holding him to his chest in a tight, comforting hug before he got to his feet, ready to get them both home.

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt70

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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Marinette woke slowly, smiling at the steady heartbeat under her ear. She couldn’t explain the feeling, but waking up warm and safe with her girlfriend just made it seem like everything was right in the world. That feeling only lasted until she tried to stretch and couldn’t.

Her memory of the days events came back in a rush and she felt tears at the back of her eyes. She pushed them down, refusing to feel sorry for herself. Today was a good day. All of Paris was likely celebrating and she should be as well. Turning over was a bit of a challenge since she had to reach down and untangle her legs from Chloe’s. Even sitting up was different. You don’t think about how different muscles work to complete an action but as she struggled up to lean against the headboard she couldn’t help but wonder exactly how much she’d have to get used to.

It wasn’t like she’d never be able to walk again though. When she was Ladybug it would be like this never happened. Granted she wasn’t certain if that was good or bad. It would help to keep her legs from atrophying but she had to wonder if it would just make it harder to adjust overall.

Chloe began to get restless in her sleep, probably a nightmare, so Marinette began combing her fingers through the other girls hair to help them both calm down. There were so many things that would change. Everything in her civilian life was going to turn upside down and she knew that she couldn’t even guess half of the things that would change.

Her home was now completely inaccessible to her as Marinette. Even if her parents had the money to renovate, and they didn’t, there was no room. Chloe, she was sure, would insist she stay at the hotel until things were sorted out. But at the same time the only real solution would be to rent or buy somewhere else for her to live. She had enough money from her business to manage that at least, but she wasn’t sure how her parents would react to her having to use it. She was already forming arguments in her head for when they suggested they sell the bakery to cover her expenses. She was pulled out of her head by a light knock on the door. Definitely not Damian at least.

“Come in.” Tim poked his head in and she saw concern on his face but not the pity she’d expected which was a nice surprise.

“How are you feeling?” She frowned at the question, knowing she was going to get sick of hearing it quickly, but also because she wasn’t sure how to answer. She didn’t really feel any different yet.

“Fine, how’s the city handling the news?” Tim blinked at her, obviously surprised at the subject change but he shrugged.

“It seems to be a city wide holiday. Businesses and schools shut down so people could celebrate, or something. A lot of people seem to be using the time to grieve loved ones that happened to die while Hawkmoth was active since they couldn’t before, or just having nervous breakdowns. They’ve set up quiet spaces and tents where people can go talk to counselors and such for free. I realize now that I really didn’t understand the type of terror Hawkmoth was really imposing on this city.” Marinette could only hum in agreement. It was going to be a long adjustment period as people slowly let themselves feel properly again. She hoped people would continue to take other people's feelings into consideration before they acted though. It was one of the few good things that had come from this situation.

“It still doesn’t feel real. I don’t think I’ll stop waiting for the next Akuma attack for quite awhile. After being under constant threat for so long it’ll take my brain a while to really grasp the new reality.” The way Tim was looking at her she thought he knew she meant more than just the reality of Gabriel being imprisoned.

“I don’t know how much detail Damian’s gone into about our team but Oracle was paralyzed after an incident with the joker so if you need someone to talk to or ask questions we’ve got you covered. Honestly I think it would do her some good to have someone to talk to that understands as well.” Marinette smiled sadly, and a little guiltily at him.

“This must bring up some painful memories for you then, I’m sorry you had to be here for this.” Tim was looking at her like she was insane but she couldn’t figure out why. That concern was replaced by a more pressing one. “I hate to ask but I really don’t want to wake Chloe before she’s ready and Tikki still hasn’t eaten either…” She felt her face heat up and couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Do you need me to get something for you?” She had to take a few deep breaths and still could only make her voice barely audible.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Would you mind carrying me over there?” She hated the thought of being dependant on people for something so personal, not to mention something she’d been doing since she was two. She’d have to start a list of basic things she needed to find new ways to handle to avoid situations like this. Tim however just took it in stride.

“Of course. Here, put your arm around my neck.”

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As Chloe woke she could feel Plagg and Tikki still sleeping on her chest. Poor Tikki had been so distraught about what happened she hadn’t been able to eat to recharge. Mari had tried so hard to cheer the little god up but then Master Fu said there was nothing to be done and the Kwami broke down completely. She blindly reached over to where Marinette should be and hit nothing but air and mattress.

She shot up, earning an annoyed hiss from Plagg while Tikki blinked at her in confusion. Marinette was gone. How could she be gone? Even know that Hawkmoth wasn’t a threat Chloe’s mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions.

“Calm down kit, breathe and listen.” Plagg was suddenly hovering in front of her face and she tried to do what he said. At first she could only hear her own heartbeat but soon that gave way to the sound of voices in the living room, specifically Mari’s distinctive giggle. It took her another few minutes to completely even out her breathing but at least she knew everything was alright. Well as alright as it could be. Once she was certain she wouldn’t worry Marinette with a panic attack she crossed to the door to see her and Tim sitting on the couch with his computer.

“See? They make wheelchairs so you can basically be standing if you need to Might even give you a few extra inches or more in height since you’re so small. That way you can reach cupboards and medicine cabinets and such. I’m sure we can make any necessary changes to whatever you order to make it as useful for you as possible. Hell we added a mini missile launcher to Babs’ once before she made us take it off.” Chloe was tempted to run over and hug Tim for the consideration he was showing. He acted like all this was perfectly normal, and in a way she supposed it was. At least it was Marinette’s new normal. It worried her that Mari hadn’t really reacted to the change yet though. Eventually there would be a breakdown of some sort and Chloe silently promised them both that she’d be there for it.

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First Kiss With The Hilliker Brothers

Fandom: Wrong Turn Characters: Sawtooth, One Eye, Three Finger Relationship: Sawtooth/reader, One eye./reader, three finger/reader Request: can you write First kiss with the hiliker brothers scenario ( I hope I spelled their last name right)

  Sawtooth: You didn’t know what you were more angry about. The fact you found out that Sawtooth had been hurt by the trail of blood or the fact that he was fighting you about seeing to his wounds. “Im not playing! Sit down so I can make sure you don’t bleed to death.” You ran after him, grabbing his arm and digging your heels into the ground. It made little difference as he yanked his arm forward so quickly that you stumbled and lost your footing. Tumbling to the floor, you gritted your teeth as you looked up and saw Sawtooth already hallways along the corridor. Scrambling to your feet, your sprinted after him. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I will follow you around all day, getting under your feet and in your way and then when you pass out on your bed, I’ll see to the wound. Or you could stop being such a stubborn mule and let me see to it now.” You called as you approached, seeing his fists tighten. Sawtooth stopped as he weighed his options. You could see he was irritated, but you didn’t back down. A low snarl told you he had made his decision, but you weren’t sure what that was as he walked into a side room. You followed and saw him sit down on a red couch. He leaned forward and pulled up the left leg of his trousers, showing you the wound. It was a gash that ran about 5 inches vertically with a slight angle. It was about 2 inches below his knee cap, and on the outside of his leg. Someone had swiped at him with a knife and got it. It wasn’t a bad injury, considering some the other came back with and struggled off. But it could get worse. “Wait here!” You gasp, rushing from the room to grab your first aid kit. You were glad you kept some stashed across the hospital. When you came back, Sawtooth was slouched back on the couch, his injured leg stuck out in front of him. You knelt beside him, seeing to the injury. Cleaning the skin and wrapping it in bandage was easy, but getting him to keep on top of it would be harder. You were just thankful that your stitching skill were not required, although it was easy on the brother because they don’t feel pain. Looking up at Sawtooth, you cleaned your hands on a towel before standing up. He was looking out the window, deep in thought. Taking the moment, you reach out and cup his cheek, guiding his gaze back to you. You were surprised he didn’t yank away from your touch, as he normally preferred to be in control. “You need to take better care of yourself. I know you think you’re invinsible, but youre not. We rely on you, and you’re not much good if you’re 6 feet under. Your brothers need you. I need you.” You whisper the last part, unsure if he would catch the deeper meaning of your words. You run your thumb across his skin, your eyes trailing down to his disformed lips. In hopes of conveying your words, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his own. He allowed you to kiss him, but seemed unsure of how to respond to the affection. You were about to pull back when you felt hands grip your waist and you were pulled down to straddle his lap. Smiling into the kiss, you were glad he didn’t want to break away. You swiped your tongue across his lower lip, pressing your whole body against him before he allowed you pull back for a breath. His hands kept you on his lap in a vise-like grip. “Tell you what,” You smile as you try to control yourself from diving back for another kiss. “Promise me you won’t be so reckless, and I’ll give you as much affection as you want.” You run your hand down his neck and you saw a shiver run through the massive man. A grunt and nod sealed the deal but, much to his displeasure, you managed to slip off his lap and out his grasp. A low, warning growl left Sawtooths throat, and he slowly rose from his seat. You stood by the door, giggling as you watched the primal man glare at you. “Me being on your lap isn’t good for your leg. But perhaps it might be better on a bed.” You tap your chin and look up at the ceiling in mock thought. Not a moment later, you were swept off your feet and thrown over Sawtooths shoulder as he made for the beds upstairs. You tried to wriggle free, but he wasn’t falling for it again so you playfully hit his back. “Stubborn mule.”

 One Eye: You woke with a start, your whole body jerking as you sucked in a quick breath. The hands that had jerked you awake quickly pulled away as One Eye stumbled back into the darkness of the room. You could only blink for a few moments as your mind raced. You had been having an nightmare where you were locked in a room. There was a window and you could see the three brothers searching for you, but your mouth was sewn shut and you couldn’t cry out. Every time you tried to bang on the window or smash something, it was silent. Then a storm suddenly appeared and the temperature plummeted. You were shaking from the cold, and they left without you. You had been about to freeze when One Eye woke you. Sitting up in your bed, you took some deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. One Eye crept closer, eventually kneeling down by your bed as he watched you. The room was freezing, probably because you had accidently left the window open during the day and you were still feeling the bite of coldness in the night. Saw Tooth and Three Finger were probably still out after some victims, but One Eye refused to leave you in the hospital yourself. “Im fine. Just a bad dream.” You glance at One Eye and see he is ringing his hands. He looked almost guilty, or ashamed. “One Eye?” “I… wont… leave… you.” He said, shaking his head. Your eyes widened. Firstly because I was so uncommon for the brothers to speak at all, unless its quick one word demands. Secondly, because somehow he seemed to know your dream. Then it hit you. “I was talking in my sleep, wasn’t I?” You let out a shaking breath as One Eye nods. All you could remember was screaming their names, and begging them to come back for you. Guilt flooded your body as you saw the impact your cried appeared to have on him. In fact, you wondered if he had woken you up for your own sake or his. His hands were shaking, and he was hunched over at your bedside, his head low. You couldn’t think of any words to calm the situation, nor to explain your deepest fear. But you did seek comfort, and so did One Eye. Reaching out, you take both his hands in your own, raising them up to your cheeks. “You’re so warm.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you nuzzled against the warmth as you feel him move up to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. opening your eyes, you found One Eye smiling at you. the same dorky smile he gave whenever he managed to make you laugh through his antics, or when he brings you something you like. He was so close, so you leaned forward and gave him an eskimo kiss, your nose grazing his own as his hands moved across your skin to cup your cheek in one hand and the other on your neck. Your hands feel down his arms to his elbows. then One Eye did something you hadn’t expected. He pressed a quick and chase kiss to your cheek before jerking away as if he hadn’t meant to actually do that. You were stunned for a moment before you thought “fuck it” and looked at One Eye. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his own , unsure if you were crossing a line or if he even wanted his. But his immediate shudder and groan quickly swept any fear you had away and he started to kiss you back. He only pulled back to gasp for air before leaning back for more kisses. You giggled, pulling him beneath the covers. Things quickly started to warm up after that.

 Three Finger: The horn sounded just as you stumbled out of the main door, pulling up the zip of your coat. “Im coming, im coming.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled on your hat. It had been snowing a few nights ago, and the cold air hadn’t disappeared, nor had the blanket of snow. You bounced down the steps, smiling widely as Three Fingered leaned against the truck, his arms crossed despite the smile on his face. You were helping him set up traps today, and you were both very excited, even though you tried to hid it. Holding the bundled up fabric in your hand, you waited until you were just in front of him before jumping up and pulling the hat down over his white hair. When his hands shot up to rip it off, your grabbed them. “No, please keep it on? I made it for you.” You batted your eyelashes at him, holding his hands until he relented and rolled his eyes. You smiled in triumph before reaching into your pockets. “Good. Well, while you have that on, you might as well wear the matching gloves I made.” You pull out some mittens, which you had designed to accommodate his unusual hands. You had them to him, bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement as you presented them to him. You had spent ages figuring out how they needed to be to fit him. Three Finger took the items like they were foreign objects. He glanced up at you with doubt in his eyes before sighing and pulling them on. He seemed to think that they wouldn’t fit, but you were ecstatic to see they fit him… like a glove. “They look great, right? Do they feel okay?” You take his hands, turning them over to make sure the seams were still tidy and there weren’t any glaring issues. Looking up to him for a response, you found a deer in head lights. His eyes were wide and surprised and, for the first time since you had known him, he looked confused and shocked. Then you realized. You were standing so close to him, almost pinning him to the truck. You wondered why he didn’t just push you back for getting in his personal space, or give you a warning growl. You smiled in an attempt to relax him. Noticing you had pulled the had on slightly crocked, you reached up and tugged one side down. “It looks good on you.” You grin, unable to deal with how absolutely adorable he looked, as if he wasn’t a killer. It happened so quickly. Three Finger darted down, pressed his lips to your own in the quick peck before pulling back. You were left stunned, unsure if it really happened. Looking up at him, you couldn’t help the stupid and hopeful smile that spread across your face at the chase kiss. Leaning up, you were surprised when Three Finger meets you half way, this time for a real kiss. He twisted you, pinning you to the yellow truck as he kissed you. You let out a soft moan which he answer with a giggle. When he pulls back, he leaves you panting, your breath visible in the air. “We don’t have to spend the whole day setting up traps, do we?” You asked, biting your lower lip. Three Finger shakes his head, grinning wickedly as he reads your mind. He lets your race to the other side of the truck, but hes already climbed in when you open the door. As you climb in, you notice him admiring his gloves, bending his fingers and turning his hands with a grin on his face. You couldn’t help but beam with pride as he turns on the engine and sets off. A 3 hour job turns into the whole day, all over some gloves and a kiss.

[svpernatvralis]

NERISSA MONTEVERDE is a 537 year old cis female fae. people say they have a striking resemblance to fahriye evcen. they work as the owner of royal jelly flowers and are part of the syndicate ( fae right hand ). people say they’re really coquettish, imaginative, & meticulous, but unfortunately also fickle, manipulative, & reticent. why are they in invictus? well, they simply wish to protect their kind. 

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! this is my precious bby nerissa who is honestly quite curt sometimes tbh lmao still, she’s got a good heart deep down and is pretty much what you might say away with the fairies 99.9% of the time hsjakgkjf no pun intended tehe. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

name. nerissa angelique monteverde.

age. 537, but appears around 29.

d.o.b. december 17th.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

orientation. pansexual.

affiliation. the syndicate.

rank. fae right hand.

job. owner of royal jelly flowers.

connections.

birth mother. enya. †

birth father. caliban. †

step-mother. nyx. †

siblings. unknown.

significant other. n/a.

child/ren. n/a.

pet/s. n/a.

proficiencies.

spoken languages. english, turkish, german, italian, french, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. brusque, calculating, distant, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. dedicated, strong-willed, direct, honest, loyal, patient, reliable, enjoys creating order, & excellent organiser.

weaknesses. inflexible, stubborn, judgemental, uncomfortable with unconventional situations, too focused on social status, finds it difficult to relax, & has difficulty expressing emotion.

appearance.

eye colour. hazel.

hair colour. brown / auburn.

height. five feet, eight inches.

weight. 59 kg.

miscellaneous.

zodiac. sagittarius.

element. fire.

house. slytherin.

meyers briggs type. estj-a.

alignment. true neutral.

enneagram. type one.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. interpersonal.

background.

NERISSA ANGELIQUE MONTEVERDE     —     five hundred and thirty-seven, fae, owner of royal jelly flowers, + fae right hand for the syndicate !

possible triggers   :   adultery, infertility, execution, beheading, murder, death.

tl;dr.     alrighty, where do we start with this lil spitfire? she uhhh ... has a lot of issues and is quite distant bc of it. nerissa was the product of an affair between an esteemed fae ( caliban ) and a fire faerie ( enya ). though nerissa never had the chance to meet her birth mother as her step-mother ( nyx ) banished enya shortly after she gave birth. enya’s banishment was a result of the rage nyx held toward her. in part, due to her inability to conceive a child of her own and also due to her anger for her husband’s affair. thus, nerissa grew up under the impression that her biological mother was nyx; neither of her parents divulging the truth behind her parentage. although nerissa was not biologically nyx’s daughter, nyx adored the young fae as if she were her own blood. in truth, nerissa spent more time with her ‘mother’ than with her father. in part, caliban felt the loss of his mistress even though he refused to acknowledge her part in his daughter’s birth. basically, he never had any time for nerissa and excluded her from everything. still, she remained upbeat about it, thinking that one day she'd win his love. she did not. shocker. growing up, life was mostly positive for nerissa. her father’s guards protected her, and his warlock friends aided her with her abilities and taught her the fae ways as well as those of the human beliefs. as the years passed by, nerissa grew stronger and smarter; becoming an adored figure among her fellow fae, yet, in the background, tensions rose between nyx and caliban when their family dynamic became endangered by nyx’s threat of revealing the truth behind nerissa’s heritage. in fear of their secret becoming common knowledge ( and most importantly, ariela finding out ), caliban ordered for his wife to be executed for ‘treason.’ of course, nerissa tried to protest this due to her love for the woman she believed to be her mother but her attempts to prevent her father’s ruling were futile. days later, nyx was publicly beheaded by one of caliban’s most loyal guards. this act served to place a wedge further between nerissa and her father and as the years ticked by, until his untimely demise which was when nerissa left her home behind. soon after, she joined the syndicate where she now sits as the right hand for the fae. to this day, she remains unaware of her true parentage and continues to struggle with the haunting nightmares of her childhood. so yah, nerissa had a pretty rough childhood but she's bounced back. well, about as much as you'd expect from someone who grew up feeling unwanted and unloved. really, she just always tries her best and is a perfectionist and wants to protect her kind.

random extras.

her signature scent is chanel N°5.

she’s fearless af. throwback to her upbringing, most likely.

she’s all sweet smiles and charming words until her expression turns sharp and deadly. it’s her tactic to entice then pounce, if you will.

she loves to surprise people. most assume she’s a pretty girl but oh, she loves the look of shock on their faces when she unleashes her inner bish.

in a way, her words are like her weaponry.

an angel of vengeance in a pair of designer sunglasses tbh.

owns waaay too many pairs of heels.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

often wears suits and totally rocks them.

when it comes to whether or not she is morally decent or an extremely bad person, she is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum—she isn’t heartless but she isn’t compassionate either.

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be pretty deadly if you piss her off enough.

is truly an independent woman who don’t need no man.

loyalty means a lot to her. if you betray her trust, then she’ll freeze you out.

while she’s a major ice queen on the outside, she has the potential to melt with the right people.

may seem like she has a superiority complex and acts as if she’s better than you, but it’s just because she knows her worth and her value.

she knows her strengths and isn’t afraid to assert them.

she’s v confident. not in a cocky way, but she is definitely self-assured in her looks and abilities.

avoids violence when possible.

prefers blackmail and taking advantage of people’s pressure points.

she’s her own biggest fan tbh.

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Pit Stop

fem!reader x jaskier [friend thing, not romance]

A/N: HIIIIII so i drank a bit today and this creation came to be, tried to edit all the mistakes, but there may still be some. i just wrote it from my heart, not really focusing on it being great to read, allowing it flow through me so it may be an aboslute mess and i might delete it when i wake up, but enjoy it while its here [even if it may stay forver]

Warnings: none!

Summary: [written in third person again] Y/N is a orphan who grew up in Kaer Morhen, and her basically-big-brother Geralt comes to visit with Jaskier and the two of them have a heart to heart

Word count: 2.592

as always, any feedback is appreciated, but on this one, pls keep in mind that i didnt write it entirely sober and its late and im sad lmao, but criticism is good and needed for every writer, so feel free to leave it even on this [or anonymously on my ask page] 

all the love <3

She lifted her sword just in time to block Geralt, parrying back with her other hand, hitting him with her other blade. The witcher grunted, pushing her with his swords, making her stumble back, a smile still on her face. She turned the weapons in her hands, both in a attack position now, as Geralt also smiled, gripping his sword tighter.

Y/N was able to duel-wield as well as you could possibly do it, it never occurred to her that she could fight with only one sword. In her mind, it truly seemed like a waste of opportunities, and she didn’t plan on contributing to it. While still young, she could stand her ground against Geralt, which was impressive on itself.

And Jaskier knew it. In his head, his friend witcher was the strongest-baddest-unbeatable Geralt, but now, in Kaer Morhen, his buddy was struggling holding back against this girls attacks.

“Well done.” Witcher spoke, lowering his sword. He hated to admit it, but he was running out of breath, and Y/N seemed to radiate endless energy. The girl laughed, straightening up.

“Thanks, Gee.” Geralt grunted at the nickname, smile still painting across his face.

The girl took a deep breath, looking up at the mountains that surrounded her home. She was an orphan, left in the woods. One of the witchers found her, and tried to get someone to take the baby in, but times were tough and Y/N was just an extra mouth to feed. She was taken here, to Kaer Morhen, at first it was planned to be short-term.

But she grew up with the boys, eventually picking her name herself. She never underwent the procedure to fully become a witcher, but she was a better fighter than some. She earned her nickname, the great Shewolf, who was as vicious and as strong as one. Someone who would die for her family.

Jaskier has heard about her from Geralt and some other witchers they’ve met on the road, but the bard knew the girl rarely left her home. Being abandoned by her parents, she took all the boys under her wing, providing some love and care to them during their strict training regimen.

Now, as wind played with her hair, Jaskier had to stop himself from breaking into a song. She was beautiful, in this mountain view, she truly looked like a she-wolf – majestic, wild and free. The girl felt the stare, glancing at the bard, offering him a smile.

“Jaskier and I,” Geralt spoke, getting her attention back on himself, “got you a gift.”

“Did you?” Her eyebrows rose as she glanced between the men.

“Something very special.” Witcher said. He never would admit it, but Y/N has grown to be like a little sister to him – he wanted to give her the world.

But all he could offer now, was two new swords. Light weight enough to make her duel-wielding possible and even faster than it was now. It was long, and sharp. The special thing about it was that one side of the blade was silver, the other steel. It was also enchanted with runes, so it would catch enemies on fire, at random.

They were beautiful, black handles and with a tree design on the blade itself. But for Y/N, that didn’t matter. It was the gesture itself; she knew how expensive weapons are. And not even that, finding a good blacksmith was nearly impossible these days. The trouble they must’ve gone through almost brought a tear to her eye.

She dropped her old swords, taking the new ones. They felt perfect in her hands.

“I am at a loss for words.” Geralt smirked.

“A thank you will do.” She fixed her gaze on the witcher, trying to swallow down the tears.

“Thank you. Truly.” She turned her eyes to the bard, who rose to his feet, coming closer to Y/N. “Jaskier, thank you too.”

“I didn’t do that much.” He muttered.

“You have never been to Kaer Morhen, have you?” Jaskier shook his head, and an idea came to the womans head. “Let me show you around. As a thank you. If not for a sword, then for keeping my big old Gee company.”

“Don’t you want to test your new swords?” Geralt asked before Jaskier could agree to the offer. Y/N shoulders dropped as she gazed into the horizon.

“We’ll have time for it tomorrow.” She finally decided, glancing at the witcher. “You seem tired. Are you getting old, Geralt?”

“Tired of you, little one.” He smirked, putting his sword in his scabbard. “But okay. I need to catch up with Master-“

“With Vesemir about Cirilla, yeah.” Y/N interrupted, remembering that they weren’t here to visit her – not exactly. Of course, it added to the trip, but their main goal was to talk to Vesemir about Cirilla and how she’s okay. Nothing in particular that Y/N found interesting, but she knew how important it was to Geralt. “Go and surprise that old bastard. He will be happy to hear the news.”

Bard watched his friend grin and turn around, going into the massive castle. The pair stood there in silence at first, and Jaskier began to worry that his lady friend would feel uncomfortable with just the two of them; but she was gazing at the sky. The mountains loomed over them, guarding this place, keeping it safe. It provided an impressive view, too.

“It’s beautiful.” Bard broke the silence, as the girl smiled.

“There is something so peaceful about this view.” A sad shadow loomed over her face. “But once all of the witcher disappear… this place will be abandoned. Hidden in these hills, deep in the woods.”

“But the Witchers won’t disappear.” Jaskier argued, although he knew that the population of withcers was dropping, as no new boys have been trained in years. He didn’t know why, and he was too afraid to ask. Bard was smarted than that, and knew not to open old wounds.

“Everything disappears, Jaskier.” Y/N glanced at her old swords on the ground, as they reflected the light. “But I am glad you find this place beautiful.”

“Precisely.” He muttered, as his head was working overtime trying to come up with something to comfort the girls troubled heart.

“Maybe you’ll write poems about it. That way, we will live on forever.” Girl spoke, turning around, waving the bard to follow her.

Which he did, with no hesitation. The sun was shining on them, but the weather wasn’t really that warm. Jaskier wrapped his arms around himself, watching Y/N in front, with her armour, that seemed to be too light to protect from the hold breeze that was picking up. But the girl didn’t mind, stepping to the training grounds.

They were now surrounded by dummies, most of which haven’t been touched in months. Her heart felt heavy, but she hoped one day soon new boys would come and train here. She would pray, but she didn’t believe in any gods.

“Training grounds, not used in… awhile.” She cleared her throat, sheathing her swords behind her back. She crossed her arms over, looking back at the bard, who was examining the dummies.

“These look new.” He pointed out and Y/N laughed.

“They got destroyed all the time. We would make new ones pretty much everyday, so they are new, yet to be destroyed.” She explained something in her heart lifting. It was as if there was new boy to train; even if the man in front of her was too old for this.

Though older, his eyes reminder her of that of a kid. So much joy shined in them, she almost allowed herself be fooled that he had lived an easy life. Traveling with a witcher was nothing easy at all, especially Geralt. While Y/N got to know his more affectionate side, sometimes he would hurt even her. he never meant to, but his comments would be daggers at heart.

And this man, was a bard, she also remembered, her eyes grazing the lute hanging by his side. Not a fighter, not trained. He could probably barely hold a weapon or protect himself, and with the contracts and helping citizens, she was sure this man has seen more than he lets on.

Maybe more than her.

But there were no shadows in his blue eyes, as he brushed his hair back, smiling at the girl, who was in deep thought, staring right at him. Her eyes pierced Jaskier, as he wondered what was going on in her head.

“A coin for your thoughts?” Jaskier decided to try and pry, figure out what world she was lost in.

“You have travelled with Gee for awhile now, but you don’t seem to be troubled by it.” Bard shrugs, his shoulders relaxing; he didn’t even realize that he has gotten nervous.

“He protects me.” Her gaze drifts ahead, as she sits down by the dummy. A shadow of sadness looms over her again, and Jaskier sits down too, their legs now touching.

“I wish someone would protect me.” Jaskier furrows his brows, staring at his hands.

“But you can protect yourself.” He speaks, as Y/N sighs. That was not what she meant, but the bard carried on. “You literally can hold you ground against Geralt. The Geralt.”

“That’s not the point, Jaskier.” She rests her head on the dummy behind her, staring at the mountains. Sometimes she feels like they are about to fall on her, swallowing her whole. “I still want to be protected. Someone to take care of me, too.”

“What about Vesemir?” She knows he is genuinely trying to help, but the mountains still double up in size as she feels small. She would feel like this when she was a child, isolated and alone. A sigh escapes her lips again, resting between them like a ravine.

“I meant more of a friend.” She finally clarified, after the silence began to grow uncomfortable. Jaskier stared at the ground between them, as if that ravine was actually there.

“I can be your friend.” She nodded. She already felt like they were friends.

“You and Geralt both are my friends. But…” Jaskier watched as her face changed, becoming more and more puzzled. He wanted to help her find the right words, express what she means exactly. Maybe that would lessen the pain in her eyes.

“I get it, I think.” He decided to try and put some clarity into her clear thought volcano. “We, and I bet some other friends, we come and go. But most of the time, you’re alone. And I bet you feel trapped, surrounded by these mountains and woods. No escape, as even the horizon isn’t clear.”

“Exactly!” She shouted, involuntary. “Everyone tells me I’m a shewolf, I can protect myself and thrive alone, and that’s correct. But I still want to have a pack.”

“Why don’t you join us then?” Jaskier offers and the girl closes her eyes. She wants to go, but what if someone comes here, some small boy, scared and alone. Ripped from their mothers crying hands. She has to be there for them, if it were to happen.

“I’m needed her.” Jaskier sighs, a sour taste growing in his mouth. He didn’t like the thoughts that filled his head, the words that were urging to escape.

“Ghosts don’t need to be cared for, Y/N.” His tone was soft, as if he was talking to a child. He even dared to reach out and place his hand on hers, which she didn’t shake off. “If anything, they need to be let go off. Laid to rest.”

“But if someone new comes-“ Jaskier squeezed her hand, making the girl stop mid-sentence. Their eyes met.

“If someone comes, Vesemir will find us. You can’t find a pack if you stay in this cage.” His words made sense, and she knew it.

But she didn’t want to listen. Her eyes gazed away from the boy, back to the mountains, who began casting shadows on the pair. Wolves howled in the woods and the breeze picked up again. She didn’t feel cold, but Jaskier shivered a little.

“I should show you inside.” She tried to avert the conversation, but the bard wasn’t having it. She rose to her feet, but he remained on the ground.

“The view from the top of the mountains must be amazing.” He said, gazing there. He did wonder if you could even reach it; these trained professionals probably could, but he, a simple bard, would probably slip and fall to his death. He shivered at the thought of that.

“You see endless fields and forests. But it is nice.” Y/N agreed, crossing her arms.

“So you see the opportunities the world has to offer.” He eventually decided, standing up. “Then this isn’t a trap – is a pit stop, before you go to see all that the sun touches.”

“Sure, poet.” She grinned, but his words settled in her heart. “Let’s get inside.”

So the tour continued, as they drifted from painful topics to more easy ones. Jasier showcased some songs, which she thoroughly enjoyed, and Y/N shared some fun stories from a better time.

But evening came, and something went wrong. Geralt ushered them to leave. The sun had set, and the only light was a few torches surrounding the group. Withcer didn’t seem worried, just in a hurry. Jaskier had his lute over his shoulder, saddened to be leaving so soon.

Y/N was painfully looking at her friends, wondering when she will see them again.

“We will visit soon. Ciri just needs me, I know it.” Geralt grunted, petting Roach. He was eager to get on the road.

“It’s okay. I’m glad I got to see you again, Gee.” Y/N forced a smile, but it didn’t fool the boys. They exchanged worried looks.

After hugs exchanged, she watched them leave – Geralt on Roach, Jaskier on a horse he borrowed from Vesemir. Y/N looked up once more, mountains blocking her view, but the bards words crept in, waking something inside her.

She whistled her horse, urging it to a gallop to catch up with her friend. Surprise painted their faces when they saw her, and both men stopped in their tracks.

“You said you’d visit soon.” She explained, slowing her horse to a canter, going ahead of them. “I can leave Kaer Morhen for a little bit. And these gifted swords need testing too.”

“You’re coming with us?” Jaskier couldn’t hide the joy in his voice, but he didn’t care. In the dark he and Geralt could barely tell that the girl rolled her eyes.

“Let’s go, boys!” She rushed to a gallop again.

They caught up to her in a heartbeat. They raced through the mountains, until they reached one of the peaks.

The fields in front of them offered endless possibilities. In this moonlight, shewolf took a deep breathe, and she knew, that for the first time in ages, she was breathing freedom. One last glance at her home, the castle glistening in the light grey light of the night was inviting.

But she knew she would always find a home here.

She could always come and rest, until she was ready to venture again. Now, she needed to go and find her pack.

y/N didn’t know, that Jaskier and Geralt both thought they just added a new member to their pack. They accepted her, racing in the night, to the rest of their pack, towards Ciri and Yen. Rushing into the unknown, leaving the pit stop behind.

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Ohhh my goshhh im so in love with your writing like honestly its all a1 you truly outdid yourself!🙊 QWQ anyways can I ask for some Keicho love in the near futute hes a good boi under his rough exterior and him just having a good life gets me EMOTIONAL

Ugghhh another cute one! Y’all are really out here sweetening up this blog lmao. This was a fun one to write, sorry it took a while, had hw and then the holidays. But please enjoy! It was super cute to write my hc of what generally happens to the brothers as they grow into adults!

Without further ado: Hard Work: Keicho Nijimura X Reader (1.5k words)

You love your husband. Your rock. Light of your life. Everything you could have ever wanted and then some more. He was strong, in mind and spirit, smart, everything. Your lips stretch out over your cheeks as you think about him, your cheeks flushing bright red at the thought. 

Your friends wonder what you see in him. They say he’s too rough around the edges, too angry, but you know it’s only because they don’t know the truth. They don’t know how loving he is behind closed doors, when his seemingly permanent, serious scowl, melts into a soft grin accompanied by a deep, comforting chuckle. They don’t know how hard he works. He works so damn hard, pulling in late nights at his desk, working on weekends. When your five-year-old son exclaimed to his classmates on father’s day that he hopes to work as hard as your husband, later that night you watched your love pace back and forth in your bedroom, his fingers raking through his blond hair, his chest heaving, tears fluttering down his cheeks. You sigh. 

“Keicho you know he didn’t mean it like that.” 

“(y/n) I don’t want to just be remembered for how hard I work. I want to be remembered for being a good father. God… I’ve failed.”

You get up from your seat on the bed and wrap your arms around him, pressing your head against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat soon slow down as he calms. You reach up and cradle his face in your hands. You look your husband dead in the eye, almost surprising him with your level of seriousness. 

“Do you know how long I’ve known you?”

“…Yes?”

“Right. And in all that time, when have I ever been disappointed in you?”

You watch him begin to form a smile, his tears drying. “Not even once dear.”

“Right. You’re doing better than anyone could have ever expected you to do. And I’m proud of you. And so is he.”

You had known the Nijimura brothers for years and were one of their most trusted friends for some years. So trusted that when Keicho and Okuyasu banged on your apartment door in the middle of the night to tell you about a seemingly crazy company idea they had, you could only watch them with shock as they asked you to be a business partner of theirs. You agreed, and things only went up from there. Investors were quick to support, and business was booming. You and Keicho got closer and got closer until he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out. After dating for a long while, the two finally move out to a nice house in the suburbs of Morioh and tie the knot. You had your son and there was another one on the way.  

But it took a long time to get there, with a lot of struggle. There were risks needed. There was debt, there were tears, there was hard work, there were long hours. Such late hours that you would find yourself constantly walking home with Keicho Nijimura in the middle of the dark town. And at the end of those long dark walks, he would give you an awkward smile until you closed the door, then his face would flush bright red and his heart would skip a beat. On the other side of the door, you would be trying vigorously to calm your burning cheeks from embarrassment. Both of you would feel a sense of excited shame. You shouldn’t feel such a way about a partner at work. About a friend. But damn if he wasn’t so handsome. 

Your little crushes would continue for months, too the point that the other staff would begin to notice. You two would give each other extended looks amidst meetings, look for each other in the crowd of workers, nudge past each other and nervous chuckle. It wasn’t until three years into running the company together when Keicho finally had the guts to confess. Well, it had to come after a long pep talk from Okuyasu, telling him that you felt the same way, but that’s beside the point. You think back on the day of his confession now and laugh, but in that moment, it felt like you were in some cheap rom-com.

 It was late at night, and a few workers were staying behind to finish for the day. You sat at your desk, your focus blurring from staring at your screen for so long. You leaned back in your chair to rub your eyes and stretch until you finally decide it was time to head home. Whatever work you had left could wait till tomorrow. Slipping on your winter hat and coat, you walked the long hallway of offices to head to the exit until out of the corner of your eye you saw an oh-too-old site. Peering into the small room, you saw a familiar coworker pacing back and forth in front of his desk, fidgeting with fatigue as he flipped through his notes from the last meeting. You rolled your eyes and knocked gently on the doorframe to his office. Looking up from his messy blond hair, you sigh heavily at the exasperated look on his face. 

“Keicho come on… it’s past 1 am.”

“Nah you go ahea-” He eyed your quick, stern reaction and already knew it was wiser to just listen. “Fine…Fine. I’m coming.”

The two of you walk the usual route to get to your apartment, each person stumbling a little from exhaustion, then waving it off as if nothing was amiss. When you finally arrive at your front door, you look up at your long-time friend and crush with a smile before it hilariously morphed into a yawn. Keicho chuckled a bit before yawning himself. 

“Hey um… (y/n)? Do you think I could maybe stay on your couch for the night? It’s a long way back to my place and I’m too tired to drive or even walk really…”

You blush at the thought before nodding a bit, ushering him in. 

Keicho followed you in, watching you strip off your coat and hat onto your messy kitchen table. He looked around at the clutter around your home, at all of the promotional work for the company that you had saved, at all of the filed you were working on, at the projects you were working on now. Old fliers laid in a pile nearby, as well as designs for the company logo. He then turned you see you setting up your small coach for him to stay the night, your hair messy, your eyes dropping, your movement slow. It was in that moment, that Keicho knew he had to say something to you. Perhaps he was just too tired to think straight, but no one had ever invested so much in his brother and him. You believed in them and their vision and you worked alongside them, and they appreciated you so much. The two brothers loved you, but he loved you as more than just a trusted friend. 

Walking over to you, the tall man encircled you with his arms, causing you to fidget at the sudden touch. Understanding though, you turn around and wrap your arms around him back, stroking the back of his neck in an effort to calm him down. 

“(y/n), would you consider going on a date with me?” 

You smile sweetly, nodding your head in his chest, causing the two of you to childishly giggle. 

And the rest was history. There the two of you stood, in your shared bedroom, holding each other as thought back on how far the two of you had come. 

“Man we’ve really worked so hard haven’t we?” 

You look up at your husband at his question, before soon leaning in to take his lips in yours. He reacts quickly and deepens the embrace. You squeak pleasantly at the sudden affection and kiss him back. He holds you tighter before soon lifting you up and setting you down gently on your bed. You look up at him, a lovesick grin on your face. You open to answer the question. 

“So what if we have? We’re still not done.”

Keicho smiled, just grateful to whatever Higher Power there was that he was able to live a good life after all that’s happened. 

“You’re right. We’re still not done.”

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My Collection Part Five- John Wick series

A/n: part five it out and i think there might be one or two more parts left after this im not to sure.

Masterlist

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Slowly awakening, bright lights aggravated y/n's eyes as she tried to lift her hand to her head in an attempt to ease some of the pain that rumbled through her skull but something stopped her actions. ‘What?’ she mumbled to herself unable to understand what was happening. Her arms and legs were not responding as she wanted to them. Gradually she began to get her senses back as Images of john on top of her flooded her mind. She looked down at her form and saw that she was sitting in a chair, her arms bound to the chair armrest and panic set in. Her breathing quickened as she began to tug at the restraints, causing them to dig in and burn against her skin. Her attempts were trivial so she stopped closing her eyes trying to calm herself down. “ok.ok .” she comforted herself before opening her eyes again “get it together.” she began to look around the room she was in trying to see if she could piece together where she was or find a way out.

The room was small, dark grey cement walls were illuminated by a single light that hung overhead and a single door stood in the middle of the far wall. Newspaper snippets covered the wall to her left as well as a small window blocking out any sunlight leaking in. She squinted to see what the newspapers said but could only make out a few pictures of some people. But they weren't just any people, they were the girls who had been missing. Her blood pressure rose as she thought of the situation she was currently in. She knew she had to remain calm if she wanted to find a way out but it was hard. Moving to look at the wall to her right, she couldn't help but let out a cry. Knives, saws and various surgical instruments decorated the drab grey wall and y/n began to squirm in her seat again causing it to scrape against the floor as she tried to loosen the grip the ropes had on her. After what seemed like hours and felt like a waste of time, the ropes began to loosen. She laughed quietly in disbelief that something had actually happened and as a sign of happiness. She slowly was able to free a single hand before turning and untying the other. She tried to keep as quiet as possible as she fixed herself taking the chance to look around. As much as she wanted to run to the nearest police station, she needed to know the truth about John. Why had he taken the other girls? What did he do to them? Why did he take her? But most importantly, why take Tom? He was the anomaly. He didn't fit the pattern.  She walked over to various cupboard pulling them open only to reveal glasses of random liquids and empty boxes. Just as she was about to close the doors ready to move on, a brown wooden box on the top of the cabinet caught her eye. Reaching up on her toes she pulled the box down, revealing its contents. In the box were various I.D badges. One after the other she pulled them out examining each. Chris Webber: IT Technician. Steve Omen: janitor. Paul Roberts: doctor. All of the names and occupations were different but there was one thing that was the same through: John's picture was on each and every single one of the cards. "who is this man?" she thought to herself slowly closing the box and placing it back in its designated spot.

As much as she had tried to be quiet, Her previous struggles were not as quiet as she hoped as heavy footsteps broke the silence in the room. They were coming from the opposite side of the door. She looked around the room frantically trying to find somewhere to run or hide but there was no where she could turn. She didn't know what else to do as the footsteps got closer and soon the noise began to mimic the beating of her heart. She sat in the chair again, moving the ropes to cover her wrists in an attempt to look as if she was still tied down. She closed her eyes, hoping it would cause whoever was there  to think she was still unconscious and leave her alone for a little while longer.

The door swung open and john entered the room calmly carrying a bubbling bucket of unknown liquid. His hair was wild and it didn't match the formal clothes he wore: a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black trousers. He walked further into the room and y/n could sense his presence in front of her as he made his way over and crouched down, placing the bucket next to them. He grabbed her face roughly and y/n tried to hold in a whimper. “I know you’re awake” he growled and y/n knew the gig was up as she slowly opened her eyes and was met with johns powerful glare. She gulped and john snickered “there's my beautiful girl. Making so much noise” he stroked her face and she physically recoiled as if his touch burnt. He stood up and began to walk to a cabinet on the other side of the room pulling random items out of it and placed them on a small table.

“You won't get away with this. I figured you had something to do with tom and those girls within a few days of being here. The police will find me. they will figure it out as well” she cried using the small amount of courage she found in her to knock johns confidence and john just laughed wheeling the table over to her. He placed his hands over the top of hers as he leant down and closed the space between their faces. “It's funny. I've been doing this for years, going from town to town and yet i haven't been caught ” he laughed and stood up placing his hands on his hips “in fact you're the only one who has even become suspicious. Even the police are to thick to see the patterns and piece them together. Strange really isn't it “ he shrugged and turned his back on her beginning to make his way back to the cabinet before rustling around in it. She looked down at the table john had wheeled over and saw a small knife laid on it. Looking up to see John to occupied with whatever he was doing, she saw her chance. slowly she pulled her hand from the rope and grabbed it as quietly as possible and hid it under her arm as john continued to rant. “see the boy Tom, it's a shame really, he's a nice kid. But he was getting too close to you and he would have got in the way of my plan” he paused and turned to face her just as he was inserting a needle into a small jar of anesthetic. Her eyes widened at the sight but she pushed the fear down. “That's the one thing I can't figure out. What is your plan?” she stalled and he put the needle down on the side and he walked over sitting on the floor in front of her. He looked up at her as if he was a child telling his mum about his day. He was so excited “ you're the only one to ever ask me that. I knew you were special” he stated and looked into her eyes deeply before beginning his story “ when I was younger, my mother used to make these dolls and they were all so perfect. However, one day my father walked in on my mother with another man and he went insane  and bludgeoned her to death. I never saw her again. My father sat me down and told me that women are good for nothing, only cause pain and should only be used to look pretty and so i found a way to do that” he looked over to the bucket he had earlier and dragged it closer. “You see if i turn the women into dolls with wax then they will not be able to hurt me the same way my mother hurt my dad and their beauty will be preserved for years to come. They will become part of collection”. A tear slipped down y/n's face as john stood up and began to walk over to the anesthetic again. “Don't worry though, i need to do the embalming process first” he walked closer “I don't want the new member of my collection smelling now do i”. His smile was crazed and he was now Practically hovering over y/n needle in hand.

It was now or never as so she lunged at him with the knife driving it hard into his eye. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed falling to the ground as blood pooled out of the wound. y/n ran out of the room and up some stairs. She entered the hallway and stopped momentarily trying to find an escape route, her adrenaline rushing through her veins and she saw a window. Running towards it she looked outside hoping to get the attention of someone passing by but there was no one. She didn't even recognise where she was as woods surrounded the house she was in. she tried to open the locked window but it didn't budge “NOOO” she screamed. she was in the middle of nowhere, no one would hear her. No one would find her. She bashed her elbow against the window to try and smash it but it only hurt her. “YOU LITTLE BITCH” John shouted, his deep voice sending shock waves through her and his heavy steps could be heard coming up the stairs. She looked back towards the basement seeing his shadow coming up the stairs before running of too find the front door. She ran to the end of the hallway and entered the living room where she saw the front door. Running towards it she tried the handle and it didn't open. “Nonononononono” she cried. There was no escape and so she made her way into one of the side rooms in an attempt to hide. She closed the door as quietly as possible and hoped the saying ‘you can run but you can't hide’ was completely wrong.

y/n pressed her back to the door for a second before she propped a chair under the handle so john couldn't get it. She finally looked at the room she was now hid in. At first it was dark but her eyes soon adjusted to the lack of light and she could make out a few pews and the silhouettes of people who occupied them. She waited for them to move but when there was nothing she slowly made her way over to one of the people sat there.

She closed her eyes as a floorboard squeaked under her foot and stopped to see if john had heard. After several seconds of silence she continued her examination. Getting closer she could see the people clearer, except they weren't people. They were dolls. Dolls of women. The dolls john had told her about. Skin smooth and perfect. She touched the face of the doll she was looking at and it cracked and a bit of the face fell off. She didn't know what she expected to see when she looked at the hole on the 'dolls' face, but she was met with the harsh reality of the situation she was in. Rotten skin laid underneath the spot where the wax previously was. Her hand covered her mouth to stifle her cries.

Stepping back she looked at the 'dolls' as they sat there lifelessly, and She realised she could identify a few of them as the missing girls from the news and the others must have been from other towns. This was going to be her fate if she didn't find a way out, all to satisfy the strange delusions of a psycho. She wanted to cry out but couldn't instead turning to walk further into the room hoping to find another exit.

Movement in the corner caught her eyes as she stopped dead in her tracks. Looking towards the dark corner she could see a dark shadow shifting on the floor before strange gurgling noises came from it. She looked round and picked up a large candlestick from the end of one of the pews as a makeshift weapon. She slowly made her way closer ready to defend herself. As she approached, it became clearer what or more like who was on the floor. She gasped and dropped the weapon to her feet rushing over to the shadow.

Tom was proped in the corner, blood and bruises covered his body. . "tom" she whispered placing a shaky hand onto his face as tears ran down her own face. He looked up at her and managed a weak smile, the boy was barely alive from the amount of blood he must have lost.  A huge blood stain on his shirt caught her attention and she looked closer: it was fresh blood. She slowly moved the stained shirt out of the way and y/n saw the extent of his wounds. A knife wound leaked blood and she knew he would need help soon or he was going to bleed out. She pushed as much pressure into the wound to stop the bleeding before looking into his eyes smiling at him. "hey tom. You're going to be ok" he coughed up blood and at that moment she knew there was not much she could do. "i…. I...im sorry i couldn't save you" he weakly pulled his hand up to hold her face "dont be stupid tom" her smile faulted as she felt guilt consume her. If she didn't talk to him, he would be perfectly fine and not bleeding out in some random house. "y/n….. i….. I lov-" tom was interrupted by the sound of john bashing on the door trying to break it down. "OPEN THE DOOR Y/N" john yelled through. Y/n leant down and tried to pick tom up but he pushed her away "just go hide" he barely whispered. she stood up and looked towards a cupboard on the other side of the room. She ran over and hid in it just as john burst through the door. She watched through a small hole in the door as John walked in looking between the pews trying to find her.

"y/n i dont know why you're running for. I will find you. It's your fate. You and all these other girls were broken dolls before I even got my hands on them. Lost souls that just needed guidance and a place in the world. I  gave them that place, a permanent place on my wall as perfect little dolls. You may not have seen it, but I saw how you felt lost. How you practically begged me with your pretty eyes. Begged me to put you in your place and here i am to deliver exactly that" john ranted as he continued to look around soon he was inches away from the door. She closed her eyes in an attempt to wake up from this nightmare and covered her mouth with her hand thinking her breathing was to loud.

Within seconds, John yanked the door open revealing y/n stood there " found you my little doll" he laughed darkly.

TBC

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[yokaishinari]

Human!Plagg protecting Adrien! I like seeing different takes on how Plagg’s human form looks like, like the one with modern clothes, a teenager-like figure, etc (those all are cool!), but I’m all for the mighty ancient fantasy warrior kinda thing, so... here it is!

There’s also a (not very) tiny scene that I wrote accompanying the drawing. Have a look under the line!

EDIT: NOW ALSO ON AO3 (I got in there just this week) https://archiveofourown.org/works/17541086

" Give me your miraculous, son."

Adrien took a step back. Earlier this day, his recklessness, or tired state, resulted in his father seeing him detransform, therefore founding that he is Chat Noir. That could have been more or less easily explained, or bargained.

But then, him finding out that his father... Gabriel Agreste, living with him under one roof, had been his greatest enemy all along was... a much more frightening predicament. Gabriel was Hawkmoth. And now was questioning Adrien, politely requesting the thing that he'd always demanded: Black Cat miraculous.

Adrien could have been brave. But facing his father was something that had never been easy for him. And facing his father who simultaneously was the Paris' greatest villain... That was a nightmare come true.

"I... can't." he stammered, his left hand subconsciously coming up to cover the ring on his finger. As if in protection. As if his small hand would have sheltered his little kwami of destruction from his father's wavered, quiet rage.

Gabriel sighed, the sound of it so familiar, but sending unpleasant shivers down Adrien's spine. The sigh of impatience. Of disappointment. Of a distant storm coming from afar.

"Adrien, be reasonable. I'm not asking you to bring down the moon, but simply for you to pull out the ring from your finger and hand it to me. " - he stretched out an open palm expectantly.

Still insecure, but having a greater feeling of duty, Adrien tried standing a bit taller, tried to swallow the knots of obedience he'd always felt toward his father, and answered simply: "No."

That seemed like an opening to act for the man, so it was his turn to straighten his back and press together his lips into a thin line in a clear disapproval.

"Alright then. - he started, taking poised steps towards Adrien.  - This calls for more... precise methods."

Before the boy could react, his father forcefully grabbed his arm and tugged it towards himself, reaching for the miraculous. Adrien yelped, adrenaline on high he tried clawing his hand free. They struggled, growls and huffs echoing in the room under the quiet of the night.

"Stop resisting!" - Gabriel snarled, tightening his grip to the point of bruising. - "You don't understand! This will be easier for both of us!"

"No! Never!" - with growing panic Adrien thrashed. Acknowledging the fact that he and his father had actually physically fought before wasn't difficult - they were both unaware of their real selves then. But now, being on the receiving end of his own father's assault made his gut twist. The designer was cold but he never unleashed his anger with actual violence.

Apparently, abusing the powers of the miraculous came to him with side effects of thinking that any abuse was now appropriate.

And it showed at that moment, when Adrien tried shoving him away, Gabriel - older, more trained and stronger - loosened his hold, only to struck his son across the face.

The boy tumbled back two steps with a screech, eyes wide. The pain a distant echo of what just happened. His full attention was on his father, who, breathing sharply through the nose, straightened, composing himself.  The act was so fake, so forced. No amount of sugarcoating and manipulating was now of any use - not, when his father had shown his true intentions. And began approaching Adrien again.

"Stop right there!"

That's when a small black creature zipped from his hiding place and floated before the blond boy.  

"Plagg!"

"Well, so that's the black cat's kwami" - Gabriel's icy stare met Plagg's intense green, challenging, but not feeling threatened enough, the man just kept approaching.  - "Move, kwami, you have no say in this."

"You demand my miraculous. You hurt my chosen. - the cat-like being hissed, flying closer to his opponent's face - I think it's kind of MY problem as well, human."

"YOU are a kwami, granting powers is your purpose - to serve the holders. I am above you, so I can demand what I wish to have. Once I obtain the miraculous you will answer to me, so better prepare your little self, and move!"

With a quick move of his arm, Gabriel reached to grab Plagg, but the kwami was faster and bit into his skin with sharp, bad-luck-bearing fangs, leaving the human awkwardly waving his injured hand.

"Me-ow - the cat scorned - It is not so clever, daring the kwami of destruction. Ask Adrien, he barely puts up with me, even when I am being nice, like a good kitten..."

"Insolent creature!..."

"Plagg, don't..." - Adrien's entreating whisper cut through, but Plagg just continued, his face falling to a frown:

"But right now I have no intentions in being nice, in fact - he floated a bit away, toward an open space, but still between the son and the father. - I happen to be quite enraged, you know. My little self - he spat - feels rather underestimated. If you don't appreciate me in this form, I can show you what happens when you misjudge the Black Cat's power."

The atmosphere in the room changed, thickened. His body began buzzing slightly with energy, but the kwami decided to first turn to his holder and ask with a wicked little smile: "But since I have to respond to my chosen... Well, Adrien... tell me: Do you need your kwami's help? Not speculating or anything, you just have to say it."

Hesitating just a little bit, not knowing what to expect, Adrien reached to his swollen cheek, then looked between his kwami and his father - the villain in all this and then answered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper: "I do. I need your help."

Happy with the answer, Plagg smirked. Then his focus returned to Gabriel before him and his face changed to a sneer conveying an evil promise. The man didn't so much as blink at the sight, but then, the kwami opened its mouth and began chanting.

The voice wasn't entirely his; it came out as if from within him, from within the power he bore. A dark, bubbling energy covered his small body. Particles of air around the three of them began buzzing as well; the temperature in the room rose.

Adrien felt a fizzing sensation on his hand and, feeling baffled, looked at his ring. It was now black and too was emanating that similar magic. A shiver went down his spine, an impression that nothing was right about all this.

In a passing moment, the sphere of energy that was Plagg began growing, black and purplish orbs surrounding it circled and spun, expanding, sizzling. When it reached its chosen size it lowered to the ground, steadily lessening its intensity. The chanting sound, now low and rumbling, became one with the surroundings, but it quickly found its home again - within the black energy in the center of the room. Then, the hymn distorted into voice. Voice that roared. And the magic burst with a strong wave that tumbled the nearest furniture, crashed the TV, and sent the two humans present in the room to the floor.

Adrien groaned, but unwilling to miss anything that was happening, he just blinked away the blurring vision and focused on the scene before him.

And he couldn't find the words or thoughts for what he saw.

For in the place where Plagg had been the moment before, there now took a stance a man... a male. With black-purple like skin (was it fur?). Untamed hay of black hair with cat ears peeking on the top of his head. From where Adrien sat on the floor, he could see that he was clad in some kind of armor, which seemingly posed as more of a statement, that actual protection. Layered shoulder pads and gauntlets he wore were made from some kind of metal. On his hips hung two thick-looking leather belts holding shielding metal plates that went down his thighs. Between them, a cat tail was hanging, involuntarily lashing sideways. The leathers on his feet were weirdly similar to Adrien's boots that he wore as Chat Noir.

The male visibly took a breath and straightened his position, pushing large (clawed!) hands into his lower back, stretching up. And, hell, was he tall. His body was well built, shoulders and legs massive (not Gorilla-like massive, but still). He looked... powerful. Really god-like. Fitting to the powers he possessed.

"Oh my...I hate this body". He spoke, and it wasn't the pitched sound coming from a condensed ball of fur and power. His voice was deep, almost ancient, if you could put a sound into such category. But he was... he still seemed himself.

"Plagg?" - Adrien's uncertain voice called and the cat-god turned his attention to him. Glowing eyes met the boy's greens and he smirked.

"The one and only". He crooned, nonchalantly bowing his head. His feline vision noticed something more, and suddenly his expression fell. Fell and turned into fury so intense, the blond boy shrunk, though knowing he wouldn't be on the receiving end of that anger. He gulped all the same, as cold sweat prickled on his forehead. Plagg noticed that too. "Yeah, well, I kinda consume your energy when I'm like this, so...Let's make it quick."

With those words, he again centered his attention to the man slowly scrambling from the floor a bit away. Hearing being approached, Gabriel collected himself and stood, but not much was left of his former composure when he took in what he was dealing with.

"What... What is this? Who-?"

"Now, now, Gabriel Agreste~ - Plagg purred ominously, eyeing the man from under his tightly knitted brows. - I think we were just being accustomed to one another, little human". Taking advantage of his cowering, he stood right in front of the man, much taller and mightier. Then he pursued his lips, flashing his sharp, animal-like fangs, effectively gaining the level of intimidation he wanted. Low growl leaving his throat was just an additional bit.

Gabriel swallowed hard, trying not being unsettled by the turmoil.

"I will not be threatened in my own house! You have no right to-!"

Tried and failed.

"Just like you had the right to raise your hand on your kid!? In the house that is just as his as yours! - Plagg bellowed, rage boiling up, he pointed a clawed finger at the man, canines barred. - This isn't your only crime, you know, Hawkmoth. "

He flexed his claws and shook them in a quick motion, which activated his dark, destructive powers. Black and amethyst orbs rounded and burned one of his hands. Phantom wind whipping his hair in every direction.

The sight was surreal. Adrien might have been accustomed to some kind of magic, even as great as Ladybugs restore spell or his own destruction, but what was happening now in his room, wasn't like anything he'd ever dreamed. The immortal god-like creature appearing out of nowhere was something even years of dealing with supernatural stuff wouldn't have prepared him for it. Maybe it was because of the emotional havoc of the day, or that his link with humanoid Plagg was distorting his thinking... Still, he looked at his father recoiling with fear under his kwami's glare and danger of his powers and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't.

"Plagg! - his voice came out much more strained than he anticipated it. Yet he continued - Plagg, don't hurt him!"

Lime green stare turned to him, puzzled, but it was quickly replaced by a, somewhat, kind expression.

"Oh, I'll only shake him up a little, don't worry kid."

With that, his power-free hand grabbed Gabriel by the front and lifted him with ease, drawing the cataclysm hand nearer as well.

"Where were we?"

"Marinette! Marinette! You have to wake up!"

Woke up by the alerted voice of her kwami, the girl rose from the bed and looked around, trying both to take in the situation and stay conscious while doing so.

"Tikki, what happened?"

"Marinette, you have to transform! I felt Plagg's aura, and it's not good!"

"What do you mean?"

The little red kwami, though still anxious to get to her balanced other half, she knew she had to explain the situation first. Prepare her chosen.

"I felt Plagg's aura. A strong one. He's... he's taken his humanoid form!"

Blue eyed girl halted mid-movement from her pacing and stared at Tikki.

"Human form? Not transformed? You can do that?"

"Yes, we can. But it comes only when the situation is really bad. Marinette, that means that Chat Noir may be in a serious danger and Plagg took his form to protect him!"

Chat Noir, or rather the boy wearing the miraculous was in danger. The kwami can transform into humans. That's new. New, and scary.

Marinette's anxiety rose, but the call of duty and care for her partner - her dear friend - was stronger. So she gathered her thoughts and balled her fists.

"Is there something I need to prepare myself for?" - she asked seriously.

The kwami solemn face was telling her a lot already, but she had to hear more.

"Most probably for a fight. And that you'll find out Chat Noir's identity, but the situation requires it! Also, you need to hurry: we can take a human form, but in the result, we use up our chosen's energy. Plagg can be careless, let's make sure he stays in control."

Marinette nodded, her expression firm and confident when she straightened her posture.

"Okay. Okay. Let's go. Tikki, spots on!"

[your-kpopmama]

Easter Lunch

Happy Easter, Mona. ;)  Hahahahahahhahaaaa.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Words: 3,755

Easter dinner with your parents was always a boring event. You drive two hours to their house, sit through church, go back to their place for lunch and drive the two hours back home. It was the same thing every year since you moved out after high school. Your parents put your life under a microscope and picked out any little thing that they didn’t like and proceeded to write you up a detailed report of why you should move back home because ‘that simply wouldn’t happen’ if you were under their care. They never gave you any slack for anything at all.

Currently your mother was on the other end of your phone, telling you about all the wonderful things your sister has accomplished this year and how you should have been more like her, how you should have listened more and you could be just as successful. For what felt like the millionth time that morning, your rolled your eyes and made a mocking face to no one in particular.

“Y/N. Am I on speaker phone again? Did you set the phone on the counter? I can hear the echo. Do you know how rude that is?” her voice getting more shrill with each word that came through the phone. She caught you - again - and probably not for the last time. You were busy packing an overnight bag to spend with your boyfriend Yoongi over Easter weekend instead of going to your parents house, that’s what you had originally called her for. She was still squaking away when Yoongi popped his head around the doorframe to see you ignoring your mother.

“Hello, Jisoo!” he shouted loudly into the room causing you to jump at the sound of his voice and quickly pick the phone up from your dresser. One thing you knew your mother hated more than anything you did, was Yoongi. He was an aspiring rapper and producer downtown. It wasn’t what your mother wanted your future husband to be doing - she wanted you to date a lawyer or a doctor - and you wanted to date Yoongi. The two of you had only been together for about nine months now and any chance your mother got, she took little jabs at his career choice.

“Yoongi, darling. I hope you’re well. How’s your, uh, job downtown? Still aspiring to be a rapper?” your mother’s voice condescending on the other end of the phone causing Yoongi to crack a smile.

“MY job is going well, thank you for asking. Any plans for Easter?” he pressed, your eyes looking into his with urgency, begging him to stop while he was ahead.

“Didn’t y/n tell you? She’s coming home this weekend. She does every year.” her matter-of-fact tone sent shivers down your spine, she annoyed you so much it was unbearable.

“Actually, mom, I’m no-” you started to say before she cut you off again.

“Why don’t you come home with her this weekend, darling? It’s about time we meet anyhow.” she offered. Oh no. The one thing you were actually dreading. You had yet to bring Yoongi home to your parents for specific reasons. Your sister and her husband had met him already when they ran into the two of you at a coffee shop a few weeks back, the meeting going a lot more smoothly than you thought it would. Hyejin treated your brother with some respect, but was still critisizing him for his line of work. Yoongi took it in stride.

“That’s sounds lovely, Jisoo! My folks actually just called to cancel our Easter plans as well. My brothers wife just gave birth to their first child today so they’re out of town.” Yoongi replied, looking at you with a wicked smile, one you knew that meant he was up to no good.

“Perfect! I’ll make sure to set out an extra spot for you darling. See you this weekend, Y/N. Can’t wait to meet you…Yoongi.” and with that the phone line went dead.

You dropped your head into your hands and groaned loudly earning a chuckle from Yoongi who was patting your back. “It’ll be okay y/n. It’s about time we met with your family anyhow.” he said with a grin.

“Why do I feel like this is going to be the worst Easter dinner to date?” you asked yourself.

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The drive to your parents house was nothing special. The closer you got, the bigger the houses and the more expensive the cars you passed became. Even though you grew up here, you weren’t used to it all still. It was the one thing of your past you hated, how much money you grew up having. You tried to live humbly, you tried to sneak out in clothes that weren’t designer. Your mother had other ideas. You were almost embarassed by it all. Not really having the place to complain, but you knew the money your family blew in a week on things that had zero purpose to them, could be spent better elsewhere.

You took a lot of your allowance your parents gave you and donated them to random charities over the city - they weren’t entirely thrilled - but even they weren’t that cruel to insist you stop. That’s how you met Yoongi. You had dropped by his studio one day to inquire about how to donate to the kids program there. It took in kids who were struggling financially and gave them an outlet to express themselves and give them better opportunities in life. Yoongi was running a program to teach some kids about producing and was utterly blown away by the donation you wanted to make towards new equipment. He had caught your eye too, and within a month the two of you were dating.

Around 1p.m. you finally arrived at the gate to your parents estate. Taking a deep breath you buzzed yourself in and drove up the driveway and parked in front. A low whistle could be heard from Yoongi in the passenger seat. he let out a small ‘damn’ as he gawked out of the window up at the luxurious white house in front of the two of you.

“I knew you had money, y/n but damn.” he said in awe causing a blush to creep up your neck. One thing you made sure Yoongi knew what that you weren’t an ATM for him and didn’t plan on blowing all your money on him. Sure you spoiled him on his birthday and on Christmas, but other than that, you hardly spent any money if it wasn’t necessary. He was okay with that though, and he was happy you decided to live the way you did.

“Let’s get this over with. We got lucky we were able to talk ourselves out of church services, this lunch if about the be Hell.” you grumbled before yanking your seat belt off and opening the door with more force than required. Yoongi chuckled at your attitude and followed silently behind you.

Walking into the front doors of the house Yoongi let out another low whistle, “Are you a damn bird?” you barked at him softly, causing him to laugh at you yet again. “I’m sorry. I’m just irritated. I hate coming here.” you apologized as you grabbed onto his hand.

You pulled Yoongi through the white marbled foyer into the sitting room that was adorned in abstract art pieces from all over the world that your father loved to collect. The plush white couches sat empty as a maid gently sat down a piping hot tea tray on the glass coffee table before bowing to you and walking back into the hallway that lead to the kitchen. Walking to the couch you flopped down and began pouring yourself some tea, not even waiting for your mother and father, who you knew couldn’t be too far behind. Yoongi sat down gently beside you, rubbing small circles on your lower back hoping to ease some of the attention.

Loud clicking of heels could be heard on the marble heading your way. You internally groaned. A woman of about 50 walked through the sitting room, a spitting image of you only with more wrinkles around the eyes. A small polite smile sat on her face. Her outfit screaming ‘yeah im made of money’ a cream silk top paired with a pastel pink skirt. A bun tied neatly at the nape of her neck.

“Y/n! My darling!” she cooed as she walked towards your position on the couch, already eyeing the half eaten cookie in your hand. You forced a smile on your face as you sat down your cookie and stood to hug your mother.

“Hi, mom.” you mumbled as she enveloped you into a warm hug and releasing you just as quickkly. “This is Yoongi.” you turned to gesture towards Yoongi who had already stood behind you. He gave a small polite bow before extending his hand for your mother to take. A hand which she took with scrutinization in her eyes.

“Nice to finally meet you, darling.” she forced a small smile, eyeing him up and down - the smile never leaving Yoongi’s face. “Your father is in the dining room waiting. Let’s go.” her tone was clipped as she turned, earning an eyeroll from you before you slipped your hand into Yoongi’s and followed your mother.

Your father appeared in the dining room the same time you did as he walked out of the kitchen. You had always favored him more than your mother. He was always more fair to you than she was. He wanted your happiness, she wanted your success. His hair was more grey this time around than it was at Christmas, a hazard of his job you guessed. He owned a business that employed over a million people all over the world, and he made sure each and every one of them always had something worth coming to work for. He cared so much for his employees.

“Dad!” you yelled as you let go of Yoongi’s hand and ran to your father, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He laughed and squeezed you tightly back laughing.

“Nice to see you, Y/N. We have missed you around here.” he ruffled your hair and looked up and locked eyes with Yoongi. “This must be the amazing boyfriend I’ve heard so much about! Yoongi, was it?” he extended his hand out for Yoongi to shake, smiling.

“Yes, sir. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Yoongi let go of your fathers hand and you returned to his side.

“Alright, let’s get set down for lunch. Your sister is running late today, she had to run back into the office to do some emergency paperwork that needed to be filed.” your mother cut in as she took her seat at the table.

You and Yoongi sat down as your mother signalled for the staff to bring in the lunch they had probably spent the past two days preparing it to your mothers strict requests. Everything looked delicious, and you could see Yoongi practically drooling from the corner of your eyes. The first half of lunch was relatively silent aside from forks hitting plates and your mother every now and then slurping on her wine.

“So, Yoongi, Y/N said that you’re a producer? Have you made any songs that I may have heard?” your dad questioned through a bite of his ham.

“Ah, probably not. I work mostly with kids and teach them how to work in the studio. I work with a charity downtown where I live.” Yoongi answered, his hand sliding to your lap when he saw you tense slightly.

“Charity work? That’s a respectable thing to do.” your father commented.

“But, does it pay the bills?” your mother piped in with her two cents.

“Mom..” you started before you felt Yoongi’s hand slowly sliding your dress up your thighs, your argument died on your lips. You sent him a questioning look his way but he paid you no mind. His eyes were focused on your mother.

“Well, not as well as most jobs would, but it does pay.” he answered with a smile, his hand travelling further up your thigh causing you to jump slightly in your seat.

“Y/N, are you alright?” your mother questioned, eyeing you over the rim of her wine glasss.

“Mhm.” you mumbled, tight lipped and staring Yoongi down who had still not yet looked your way.

Your father continued to take an interest in Yoongi’s life, while your mother used her usual know it all tone when she tried to speak down about everything he said. Yoongi took everything in stride, even as his hand slipped between your thighs and moved higher. You clenched your legs together in an attempt to stop him, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He continued to converse with your parents as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

What was going through his damn head? Was he seriously trying to literally get into your pants while eating Easter dinner with your parents? You and Yoongi’s sex life was pretty active and neither of you were afraid to try new things but this was borderline insane. His hand crept higher and his attention finally turned to you for a split second when he reached where he was wanting to go. You hadn’t wore underwear with this dress today and he just figured that out. A flash of desire was in his eyes and gone in the same second.

He coaxed your legs apart once more and ran a single finger up and down your folds before gently pushing one finger inside of you, causing you to take a deep breath. All of your attention was focused on Yoongi’s face, trying to make it seem like you were listening to everything he said, when in reality you hadn’t really heard anything he has said in the past few minutes. He had your father laughing and your mother trying to hide an amused smile with whatever it was that he said.

His finger slowly moved in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. With no warning once he was satisfied with how wet you had gotten, he slipped in a second finger. You jumped at the sudden intrusion and your mother sighed. “Seriously, y/n What has gotten into you today?” your mother scolded. You muttered an apology and took a generous sip of your own wine before your parents continued conversation with Yoongi.

Biting your bottomg lip, you tried to keep your noises at bay. One thing Yoongi was good at, was getting you to make the most sinful noises by doing the most amazing things to your body. You cold see the small smirk that was playing at his lips while you struggled to keep a moan from slipping out.

“Sorry we’re late!” your sister called as soon as she walked into the dining room, her husband in tow. “Y/N! Yoongi! So good to see you both again!” she said coming over to hug you quickly. Never indicating she noticed what was going on under the table. She took a seat across from you and Yoongi, joining in on the conversation with your parents.

Yoongi’s fingers began to move faster, creating a hot friction between your thighs, building up the tension in the lower part of your stomach. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, his thumb was suddenly on your clit and rubbing dangerously fast. A low moan crept out without warning and you had to cover it up with a fake coughing fit. Your mother simply shook her head at you - your sister watched you with amused eyes.

The pressure was becoming too much, your breathing was picking up and you could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm if Yoongi kept going. “Y/N? You look flushed honey. Why don’t you go lay down? Show Yoongi where you two will be sleeping?” you could hear your faathers concerned voice over the idle chit chat at the table. If you weren’t blushing before, you sure as hell were now. Yoongi removed his fingers quickly and wiped them on the inside of his jeans before standing up and helping you from your chair. You didn’t trust your legs at this point.

'I’ll send someone up in about an hour to collect you for tea and dessert.“ your mother called, you just waved in acknowledgment as you dragged Yoongi through the house to your bedroom upstairs. You pulled him into the room and slammed and locked the door, whirling on him.

“What the hell?” you hissed.

“You were tense. I was just helping.” he smirked at you, walking towards you like a predator towards prey. His arms came around your waist and pulled you to him. “You still look a little tense. Let me help you…y/n let me make you feel good.” he whispered into your ear, causing shivers to roll down your spine.

You didn’t answer you just leaned more into his touch - a sigh escaped your lips. “That’s a good girl.” he murmured as he kissed your neck while his hands busied themselves with pulling your skirt up over your waist. “You’re so naughty, not wearing any underwear today. It’s almost like you had this planned.” he bunched your  skirt into one hand while the other made its way back between your thighs. “So wet..” he whispered before placing two fingers back inside of you.

This time you let the moans fall free from your lips. Yoongi’s fingers pumped faster nearly bringing you to your climax once again. A groan of frustration escaped from your lips when he pulled his fingers free once again. “Not yet babygirl. Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

Yoongi pulled you towards your bed, pushing you gently so you were bent over the edge, ass in the air and on perfect display for him. You raised up on your elbows and looked back in time to see him pushing his pants down around his ankles before stepping out of them completely and pressing his hips against your ass. “You look so pretty like this y/n.”

“Yoongi, please.” you were practically ready to beg at this point. The anticipation was becoming too much. You needed him and you needed him now after all of that teasing. Yoongi licked his lips and placed his hands around your hips and pulled you against him.

“OKay, babygirl. I’ll take care of you.” his cock was lined up with your entrance and he pushed in gently, giving you a moment to adjust. No matter how many times you had sex with Yoongi, it always took you by surprise how much bigger he was than you remembered. And you fucking loved it. “You ready?” he grunted softly, his fingerd digging into your hips. You just nodded, knowing you wouldn’t be able to make a sound right now.

Yoongi’s pace started off slow, still allowing you to adjust slightly before his thrusting became fast and hard. The only sounds in the room were his harsh breathing and the slapping of his hips against your ass as he thrust into you - an occasional moan from you. “You always take it so good, babygirl. You’re so good to me.” Yoongi muttered from above you as he thrust harder into you from behind.

“Fuck Yoongi..” you moaned when he hit that spot that made you see stars. “Yoongi..” you started again but interupted by another moan falling from your mouth. His hips thrusting becoming harder, sending your mind reeling from your train of thought. God, did it feel good. Sex with Yoongi was never boring to say the least.

“Ahhhh, fuCK” Yoongi moaned out loud as you started to move with him, meeting his hips with your own thrusts, creating a tighter feeling in your stomach. “Babygirl, ahh I love it when you do that.” he moaned as his hand came down and slapped your ass, pulling a moan from you in return.

“Yoongi..I can’t..I can’t hold on much longer.” you moaned. “I’m gonna..”

“I got you babygirl.” he grunted, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as his thrusts became harder and faster than before. “Let go baby.” he moaned as his thrusting finally brought you over the edge. A loud moan came from you as his thrusting began to become erratic, as he sought his own orgasm. “Babygirl, I’m gonna cum…fuck…” he warned you before his final thrust into you.

He held your hips still as his rode out his high, his body almost collapsing ontop of yours. His lips leaving searing kissed down your exposed back from where he shoved your dress out of the way. “Fuck..” he whispered before pulling of out you and falling beside you on the bed out of breath.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” his eyes were closed but his hand reached out for you. You turned to your side and laid your head on his shoulder.

“I’m fine. Let’s get cleaned up.” you said, planting a small kiss on his temple before half stumbling to your bathroom and returning with a clothe for him to clean up after you finished cleaning yourself up. “You know this is supposed to be your job.” you joked when you laid back down beside him on the bed.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I think I over did it.” he chuckled, taking the rag from you and quickly cleaning up and redressing. He laid back down beside you on the be and pulled you close. “We have about another half hour before we have to go back down. Wanna go again?”

“Are you crazy?” you laughed swatting his ass playfully.

“I take that as a yes.” he leaned over you and kissed you softly before pushing your hair behind your ear and looking down at you. “I love you.” he said.

Your cheeks flushed a full red and you smiled. It was the first time he said it to you and you had been waiting almost a whole month to say it to him, but he beat you to it. You just smiled at him and pecked his lips quickly. “I love you too.” Yoongi grinned down at you and cuddled back against your side, the two of you drifting off to a small nap.

[sunflowersupremes]

A Moment Sooner

Summary: They’re going to give him a Ravager funeral and Yondu would be delighted and (maybe) humbled. The only problem is, he’s not actually dead yet.

Characters: Yondu Udonta, Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Kraglin Obfonteri, Rocket Raccoon, Peter Quill, Nebula (Marvel), Stakar Ogord, Martinex T'Naga, Aleta Ogord

Series: Yondu Lives

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To be fair, when Stakar arrived for Yondu’s funeral, they weren’t sure if they were going to need one. Yondu was still hovering somewhere between life and death, completely oblivious to the world around him as Rocket struggled to get what Kraglin could find of the Elector’s outdated medical equipment working.

“Drax! Gamora! Someone who ain't important deal with that!” Rocket shouted as the first ship appeared, dropping out of a jump.

“I am Groot?”

“You stay where you are!”

“I am Groot.” The Flora Colossus had laid claim to Yondu’s chest so that he could monitor his new friend as well as everything else in the room. He was more or less out of the way (and Yondu had seemed to like him) so they had left him. Mantis who had only recently woken was seated beside him, doing her best to keep Yondu asleep.

“I’m on it,” Gamora said, brushing past them to answer the comm. Just outside the medical wing (it was more of a room, really) was a small communication closet that was meant to be used in emergencies or when the bridge crew was otherwise occupied. Seeing as how they were all tripping over one another in the medical bay, it seemed to be the right time to use it.

“Are we too late?” Asked a tired voice from the other end of the line.

Gamora tilted her head, trying to decide what would define ‘late’ to the stranger. “Are you too late for what?”

“The funeral.”

She frowned, looking down at the comm array, which bore the other ship’s designation: The Starhawk. Gamora didn’t fail to notice the note next to it, Do not Answer. Ignore all Calls. More on edge than before, she asked, “To whom am I speaking?” Her nerves were not helped when she saw yet another ship drop out of the jump point, coming to rest somewhere near the Starhawk.

“Stakar Ogord.”

Gamora muted the comm, then strode back around the corner to the medical wing. “Quill, do you know anyone by the name of Stakar Ogord?”

Peter looked up, from where he was struggling to disentangle himself from oxygen wires and opened his mouth slightly to reply. Before he could answer, Kraglin butted in, “He’s an ass. What chu askin’ fer?”

“He thinks we’re having a funeral.” She shrugged, watching as Peter pulled the wrong part of the wire he was struggling with and pulled his own feet out from under himself. “I believe he wants an invitation.”

Kraglin frowned. “He come ta gloat?”

Gamora confessed she didn’t know and made her way back to the comm, quicker than before. “Captain Ogord?” By that time, there was a third ship beside the Starhawk and a fourth behind it. She was growing steadily more uneasy by the moment.

“Here.”

“Kraglin wishes to inquire if you are here to gloat.”

Stakar laughed dryly. “Nah, girl, I’m here to let my old friend hear the Horns of Freedom.”

Muting the call for the second time, Gamora leaned around the corner, not bothering to completely enter Yondu’s sickroom. “He’s here for something called the Horns of Freedom.” Peter and Kraglin were both tangled in the oxygen wire this time, with a disgruntled Nebula attempting to extract them from it, grumbling under her breath about how Yondu was an asshole and wasn’t worth it. You didn’t have to be her sister to tell she was hiding her concern.

Kraglin still looked supicious. “Tell ‘im he can’t do dat till we’s sure cap’n’s dead.” For good measure, he added, “I still don’t trust him.”

“You don’t trust anyone,” Peter pointed out.

“I can leave ya,” Kraglin threatened.

She nodded and ducked back into the closet, leaving Drax to explain to Kraglin that it wasn’t possible for him to leave Peter since they were both tangled in the same wire. She just hoped he could get them out. Picking up the comm she said, “We are not certain we will be having a funeral.”

“Ravager’s gotta have a funeral girl,” Stakar said, his voice suddently terse. “If you won’t honor him, then I’ll be taking his remains.” The words ‘by force if necessary’ hung unspoken in the air. Gamora decided that she liked him, even if he wasn’t on their side, he was a worthy opponent.

She glared at the comm. “We may not need a funeral if he does not die then why would he need your ‘Horns of Freedom’.”

Stakar was silent for a moment, then softly asked, “Yondu’s alive?”

“For the moment. He nearly succumed to deep-space exposure.”

She could hear voices in the background, as though Stakar was conferring with someone else, then he said, “Bring him aboard. We have a better medical facility.”

Gamora had to admit almost anyone had a better medical facility than they did at the moment. As long as they kept Quill out of their supplies that was. “Kraglin doesn’t trust you.”

Stakar laughed. “I wouldn’t expect any less.”

She considered returning to confer with the rest of the Guardians, but considering the condition Yondu had been in, thought better of it. “We accept your help.”

“I’ll send a ship over.” He paused, then added, “You’re all welcome aboard.”

“We await your signal.” Gamora fiddled with the controls, already planning how to explain that she had gone above their usual, democratic way of making decisions. She hoped they would understand. “Thank you,” she added before cutting the call.

She didn’t wait to hear his answer, hurrying back to the medical wing. “Stakar is sending help,” she said, letting her voice inform them that they didn’t get a choice in this. “He has better medical facilities.”

“I thought the Ravagers didn’t like each other,” Peter said, looking hesitant.

“Nah, that’s just Blue,” Rocket said, his head peeking out from the scanner he was attempting to get working. “He pissed ‘em all off.”

Peter seemed somewhat jealous that Rocket knew more than he did, but a beep signaling there was an approaching ship cut him off. “He’s quick,” Gamora remarked.

“Dat ain’t him,” Kraglin said, his face turning ashen as he looked out the small window. Another ship, similar to the Starhawk but with a green paint job, was getting far too close for comfort. Where the others had hung back at a respectful distance, it was close enough that they could almost see the people on the other side of the windows. It certainly wasn’t a medical transport. “Dat’s Aleta.”

“Who is this Aleta?” Drax stood, flexing his muscles, clearly having picked up on Kraglin’s trepidation. “I will destroy them if they attempt to take Peter’s asshole.” Drax still hadn’t quite figured out Peter’s relationship to Yondu. Now that he was fairly certain he wasn’t Peter’s father he had taken to calling him the only other thing Peter had named him, ‘the asshole that kidnapped me.’

“It’s Stakar’s wife,” Kraglin explained. “She’s a whole ‘nother level of batshit.” He frowned, then muttered, “Don’t tell ‘er I sed dat.”

Gamora rushed back to the comm. “Cease your approach,” she ordered, leaving it on an open channel so that any (and all) of the approaching ships could hear. She hadn’t noticed how many there were, if Stakar was lying (or changed his mind) about helping them, they could annihilate what remained of the Elector in a second, shields or no.

Aleta’s ship didn’t stop. Gamora tried another tactic. “We will treat any unauthorized approach as hostile and fire at will. Do not underestimate us.”

Someone from Aleta’s ship answered on the open line. “According to my scanner you’ve got Nine lifeforms on board.” The speaker was female, but Gamora couldn’t be sure if it was Aleta herself or an underling. Gamora inwardly cursed herself for not having cloaked the ship before the whole debacle started.

“I’ll handle it.” Stakar’s tired voice came through on the private line she had opened for him earlier. “Does the medical transport have permission to dock?”

“Only the medical transport.”

“Understood.”

She could see the medical transport approaching as he cut the line, flying easily around Aleta’s now halted ship to approach the Elector. “Quill!” Gamora shouted over her shoulder. “Get to the cockpit and let them on board!”

It was Kraglin who answered, sticking his head in the communication closet as he passed to say, “I’m on it. Pete’s gonna meet ‘em at da dock.”

Peter had always thought he knew what the worst day of his life was. When your mother died and you were kidnapped by aliens that wanted to eat you all in one day, there wasn’t much that came close.

Watching as Yondu nearly asphixiated in space in front of him, he realized that the worst day of his life was about to have serious competition.

He drummed his foot impaiently, not for the first time wishing that he had his Walkman to take the edge off his nerves. Sure Rocket had said Yondu had clones of his music, but it wasn’t the same. The medical transport sure seemed to be taking its sweet time docking, and he wondered if Gamora was correct in trusting them. Surely they weren’t intending to come aboard, guns blazing and kill them all? Kraglin sure seemed to think so, judging by how quickly he had made himself scarce.

It was hard to get used to the idea that they were talking to the other Ravagers. The others - their Admiral in particular - had been distant figures, looming over Peter’s childhood. The one time he’d been foolish enough to ask Yondu about them, the other had left him with a concussion that he’d never properly appologized for (pretending it didn’t happen and leaving sweets in Peter’s room wasn’t enough to make up for grevious bodily harm, even if it was Yondu’s style). There was no proof the candy had come from Yondu, but Peter was used to things showing up in his room with no identification when Yondu felt he had wronged the other. At the time, it had infuriated him (the first time, he’d asked if they came from Yondu and the treats had been confiscated under the logic that ‘they ain’t mine but that don’t make them yers”). Looking back, it was just one of those weird ways Yondu showed he cared.

Finally, the airlock door opened, pulling Peter from his memories, and a man stepped forward. He was made of gemstones. Peter would have gaped if he hadn’t seen (and killed) a man who was actually a planet just hours before.

The man thumped his chest. “Martinex T’Naga,” he greeted. “First Mate of the Starhawk.” If Stakar was sending his first mate, it was either a really good thing or they were fucked.

Peter mimicked him, inclining his head slightly but never taking his eyes off the other. “Peter Quill.”

“Where is Undonta?” Several people dressed in medical garb stepped through the door behind Martinex as he spoke.

“This way.” The remaining part of the Elector wasn’t big enough to make it take too long to reach anywhere, and they had directed the medical transport to the airlock nearest the sickroom.

Martinex was eerily quiet as they walked, the man seemed to be taking in the ship with genuine curiosity. Peter wished he’d just talk like a normal person. But then again, he couldn’t think of anything to say either.

The medics didn’t need any direction once they reached Yondu, easily fanning out to take control of the situation. Peter closed his eyes and told himself to trust them.

“Peter Quill?”

He opened his eyes, glancing sideways at the speaker. “Martinex T’Naga,” he mimicked. Rocket snorted.

“You are the one he was saving, correct?”

“Yeah. He’s my-” Peter wasn’t sure what to say. Kidnapper? Person? Mentor? Parent? Arch Rival? Friend? Dad?

“Asshole,” Drax supplied. Close enough. Across the room, Gamora snorted.

Martinex just nodded, as though it made total sense (then again, if he’d ever met Yondu, it probably did). “Very well. Will you be returning with us?”

They hadn’t planned that far ahead. Peter wanted to return with them, but they couldn’t just leave the Elector floating by itself and hope it didn’t bump into anything.

“They will.” Peter hadn’t noticed Kraglin’s return to the medical bay. “I cen keep an eye on da ship.”

Peter wondered what Kraglin’s history with Stakar and his men were. Something told him it had something to do with his offer to stay behind. Martinex also seemed to understand (or he didn’t care, his face was, well, stone) and simply nodded. “Let us know if you would like a relief crew and we can send one over.”

“I be fine,” Kraglin snapped, stomping from the room, grumbling, “Didn’t need yer help den, don’t need it now.”

“He’s an adult.” Gamora rested her hand on Peter’s arm, giving him a worried look.

“Yeah. I just don’t trust him to take care of himself.” Peter sighed.

“Sounds like someone else I know.”

“Are you two finished?” Nebula interrupted. “I’m staying here.”

Gamora frowned. “Will you-”

“I’ll still be here when you get back.”

“Okay.” Gamora smiled, then stepped forward and gave her sister an awkward hug before grabbing Peter and pulling him from the room. She almost bounced as she walked.

Okay, Peter thought, maybe it’s not the worst day ever. If Yondu pulls through, it’ll only be the third worst. Fourth. Maybe.

[liannyeong]

if i catch a cold, warm me up with your love

Summary:  "you're gonna catch a cold if you don't dry your hair," she says.

jaebum knows it's purely nonsensical, but he ends up believing her words anyway. after all, he's a fool for her, and only her. 

Word count: 2775

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): extreme fluffiness ahead!!!!!!!, married couple because i’m soft for a domestic relationships, lapslock because it’s been so long since i wrote that way

A/N: I have finals in a few days yet I couldn’t help but spend some time writing this fluffy fic because I guess I need some fluffiness in my life right now and ugh Jaebum has been so fluffy and soft and adorable these days I cannot help it!!!

i.

jaebum has his legs crossed on the couch, his white towel draped over his head, his hair still damp from shower. one hand holding a book open, the other rubbing his adam's apple - a habit that he does subconsciously. he reads in the dim light of the living room. it's bad for his eyes, and it'll certainly induce sleep, but jaebum likes it that way. it provides the perfect ambiance for him to be fully absorbed in his book.

"jaebum," her voice draws his attention from his book, but he doesn't look away from the paragraph he's reading. instead he hums, the raised pitch giving it the meaning, "what?". he feels a dip in the couch and only then he looks up. her gaze is on the top of his head, and before jaebum could even say anything, she reaches out for the towel on his head. she pulls it down, his half-dried hair falling over his eyes messily.

"how many times," she says through gritted teeth. "must i tell you," she leans forward and drapes the towel back on his head. "to dry your hair properly?" she finishes as she starts rubbing his scalp. jaebum just watches her struggling to reach his head, smiling to himself at how adorable she looks. as much as he enjoys the cute struggle, he takes a pity on her uncomfortable position. and so, he marks the page in his book before putting it away. he shifts closer, both of their knee caps touching, and he leans forward, hanging his head low. now that he's reachable, she proceeds to dry his hair properly. she pats the clumps, blotting out the remaining water. when she's satisfied with its dryness, she discards the towel over the armrest of the couch. she then combs through his hair and styles it with the touch of her fingers.

"there, better," she says, finally retracting her hands.

"thank you," jaebum singsongs.

she sighs. "please dry your-"

"-hair properly so that you don't catch a cold," he recites. "i know."

"then do it," she scolds him lightly, pinching the skin on his bicep, eliciting a small yelp from him. he rubs the skin, lips jutting out like a child on the verge of tears. she rolls her eyes at the scene, before reaching out to pinch his nose. jaebum easily evades her attack, snickering when he successfully countered with the same action. she yelps which then blends into a laugh.

she spots the forgotten book that has dropped off the couch from where they were mini-wrestling. she picks it up and opens to the marked page. jaebum leans forward and points to the last part he read without being asked to. then he rests his chin on her shoulder, his arms snaking around her waist.

"can you read for me?" jaebum asks.

"i'll spoil my eyes if i read in this dim light," she says. jaebum was about to whine when she adds, "why don't you read for me instead?"

"okay." and just like that, she passes him the book, and they shift positions. jaebum reclines at the couch, both of his legs now planted to the floor. his free arm raised, a gesture to let the female snuggle in between and press herself against his chest. jaebum then drapes that free arm around her waist. with both of them in a comfortable, snuggly position, jaebum starts to read.

ii.

the rain poured so heavily, jaebum was stuck under the shelter of the roof of a convenience store. his whole body drenched as if he just came out of a shower. his clothes clung to his body, heavy with the additional water weight. he leaned back against the glass walls of the store, stared up at the falling droplets from the edge of the roof. there was no way he could make his way back home in this weather. he sighed. he folded his arms across his chest, body shivering slightly from the cold weather.

then the door swung open, and a girl's head poked out. jaebum shifted at the sight of her, feeling awkward and uncomfortable to be stared at like that. she took a step out and kept the door ajar. not breaking the eye contact, she spoke, "come inside for shelter."

jaebum nearly agreed before he realized the state of his body. "i'm drenched though. i wouldn't want to dirty the shop," he said as he opened his arms slightly. rain water dripped from his clothes, and beads of water trickled down from his hair and onto his face.

"it doesn't matter. you need the shelter," she said as she nodded into the shop. jaebum wanted to argue but it was too good to turn down. being indoors would be much better than to stay shivering out here like a lost puppy. she held the door, waited for him to enter. when he did, she closed the door, and disappeared down one of the aisles. jaebum only stood at the entrance. he didn't dare to move further, for the water that dripped from his body had already mixed with the soil from his outer soles. the tiled floor now smeared with mud.

the girl came back, her hands tearing a plastic package. "here," she said as she handed him a towel. "dry yourself. especially your hair, so that you won't catch a cold.”

jaebum frowned a little at her words. would anyone really catch a cold from damp hair? his mother used to scold him for playing in the rain but it was because he could catch a cold from it. but from wet hair? that was new. jaebum must have wandered far for she added, "the towel's new if you're wondering." she waved the torn plastic, "it's a new packet."

"thank you," jaebum uttered softly before he wiped away as much of the water as he could. "how much is this?"

she dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "keep it."

"oh, okay," jaebum swallowed. how generous could one be to a stranger? jaebum had never met anyone like this. no one had offered him a place for shelter in a chilly weather like this. furthermore, no one wanted to be associated with him - im jaebum, the delinquent. it was all rumors, but he never tried to deny it. if anything, he was pleased that people left him alone.

"are you in a rush?" the girl's voice snapped him from his thoughts. her eyes, a dark shade of brown, met his. she blinked at him innocently, as if he didn't intimidate her at all. as if he's a normal human being, not a scary freak that everyone in his school avoided. for once, he missed being looked at like this. he couldn't even remember the last time anyone looked at him in that way except for his family.

"hello?" she waved a hand in front of his face. "are you okay? you haven't caught a cold, have you?"

well, that was new. how could anyone be concerned about a stranger's wellbeing?

"yeah, i'm fine," jaebum answered as he rubbed the back of his head. her eyes never left his face, never left his eyes. it was rare to be looked in the eyes when everyone feared you. this girl didn't know. "and yeah, i'm kinda in a rush."

she nodded before disappearing into the staff room behind the counter. jaebum wondered why she bothered asking if she was going to leave him alone out here. but she came back, an umbrella in her hand. "here, you can use this." she held it out to him.

jaebum stared at it. was she for real? how could she be so kind to someone she barely knew?

"don't worry, the umbrella has no girlish designs. it's just a plain dark maroon color."

jaebum reached for the other end of the umbrella, still speechless at her kindness. "thank you, really," jaebum breathed out.

"no worries." she flashed a small smile and for a moment, jaebum felt his heart skipped a beat. well, he didn't see that coming.  

"i'm sorry for your floor," jaebum spoke as he gestured at the muddied floor. he willed his mind away from the change in his heart rate, from the image of her smile.

"don't worry about it. i can just clean it up later." she waved it away. "you'd better get going. the rain has subsided a little." she nodded at the other side of the glass walls. jaebum followed her gaze. when he reached the store, the visibility was poor. but now, he could see across the street, and the bus stop that sat opposite the store.

"yeah, i should go now." jaebum took one last look at the female and uttered, "thank you, really."

she smiled again.

"i'll come back," jaebum added. it sounded like a promise. a promise like those in fairy tales, where the prince vowed to save the princess from whatever situation the latter was in. but this was no fairy tale. he was no prince, and she was no princess that needed any saving. if anything, he was the one that was saved.

"i'll wait then," she softly said. "go safely."

was there an end to her tenderness?

jaebum nodded, his lips quirked into a reassuring smile. for what reason that he needed to assure her, he didn't know. but all he knew, as he took a step out, he might have fallen a little for her.

iii.

perched at the edge of the bed, jaebum has his elbows to his knees, head hanging between his shoulders. it's been two days and she's not back yet. he's afraid. did something happen to her? she didn't answer his calls at all. is she mad at him for what he did? is she ever gonna come back home? jaebum heaves a deep sigh. he buries his face into his hands, his fingertips tugging at the roots of his bangs. it's all his fault. he shouldn't have raised his voice like that. he shouldn't have chased her away. what will he do if she truly leaves him for good?

he's too engrossed in his thoughts and regrets and guilt that he didn't hear the front door open. he didn't hear the familiar soft footsteps towards their shared bedroom, nor did he see the soft look on her face. only when he heard his name being called ever so softly, with the gentle voice that he loves so much, did he look up. "jaebum?" the voice he had been yearning to hear. the voice he missed so much. the voice that was like music to his ears. his favorite song in the whole world.

jaebum meets her dark brown orbs staring back at him. he can tell she's a little nervous and unsure, with the way she rubs her fingers at her sides. he blinks once, twice, just to make sure he's not hallucinating. she's standing at the door of their bedroom, and even she seems to be in disbelief of his presence. she steps closer and closer, navigates her way until she's right in front of him. the scent of her faint perfume lingers in his nose. her hands go to the towel forgotten on his head, and he feels her light touches. she is real.

"you didn't dry your hair properly again," she softly says, like a whisper that would have been easily swallowed by the wind. 

jaebum's lips break into a smile, eyes forming tears. he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, nuzzling his nose into her stomach. the massaging halts much to jaebum's dismay, but he decides he doesn't mind. he's already relieved that she came back. she calls his name and jaebum hugs her tighter. if she feels suffocated by his hold, she doesn't complain.

"i'm sorry," his words get lost into the fabric of her shirt. "i'm so sorry." he feels his tears wetting a spot onto her shirt. it's a little embarrassing for him to cry in front of her, but he's so full of remorse that he doesn't care. he messed up big, but she returned. 

"i'm sorry too," she mutters. jaebum feels her leaning over and then, a soft press on his crown. even when she pulls away, the press lingers, and it burns through his whole body, setting his heart and his skin on fire. her hands slide to his cheeks, cupping his face, the slight pressure makes him tilt his head up. she gazes at him so warmly, and it makes his heart full. it makes his heart ache. how can she look at him as if he hangs the moon and the stars in the night sky when he reckons he broke her heart?

"it's okay," she says with a reassuring smile. she leans in and presses another kiss on his forehead. "it's okay," her lips hover over his skin. "we're okay."

jaebum just nods curtly before latching himself back onto her, hugging her tight once more.

iv.

"seriously, jaebum?" her voice so crisp and sharp to his ears that he shuddered. he turns his head, meeting her glare from the hallway. she stands there, hands on her hips. she's dressed in her favorite comfortable clothes of a shirt and a matching sweatpants. 

"yeah?" jaebum blinks.

"what are you doing?" she asks, her tone firm.

"just doing some work..." jaebum's words trail as he flicks his eyes back to the screen. she stomps over to him where he's seated at the dining table, typing away on his laptop.

"and what is this?" her hands go to the towel sitting atop his head. she pulls it off, revealing the male's still damp hair.

jaebum just smiles sheepishly. "i forgot about it..." jaebum's fingers hover over the keyboard, stuck on his half-typed sentence. she lets out a sigh before draping the towel back over his head. she proceeds to dry his hair, making sure that the towel doesn't cover his eyes.

"how can you forget, jaebum? you have to take care of your health!" she scolds. "you can't catch a cold, now that you have so much work on your plate!"

jaebum grins at her words, tilting his head up to meet her eyes. if she noticed the glint in his eyes, a sign of his cheekiness, she doesn't say anything. "if i catch a cold," jaebum says, lips curling up into a toothy grin, "you can warm me up with your love."

she shoots him a disgusted look just how he expected her to respond. his toothy grin doesn't go away as he leans further back, such that the crown of his head touches her chest. then he pouts his lips a silent request that both of them know. she rolls her eyes and covers his whole face with his towel. jaebum whines but stops immediately when he feels a press on his lips through the towel. it's way too quick, and it feels way too surreal. so jaebum drags the cloth down his face, just enough for his eyes to peek out. he meets her eyes. her eyes that form crescents when she smiles. she leans in again, and jaebum expects another press on his lips, so he closes his eyes. however, there's a soft snicker above him and before jaebum could open his eyes, he feels another peck on forehead.

jaebum finally opens his eyes to the sight of her grin.

jaebum speaks, his words a little muffled due to the towel, "you're such a tease." that earns him a laugh, and it makes him giddy. how can he ever get bored of her when there's always new tricks up her sleeve?

"alright, alright," she coos. she pulls the towel away from his face, slinging it on her shoulder. she leans in once more, her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing in circles on his cheeks. jaebum feels his neck starting to ache at such an awkward position, but he pays no attention to it. her face hovers over his, and jaebum gets impatient. so he pushes his head up slightly, just enough to close the gap, their lips finally touching skin-to-skin.

when he pulls away, her cheeks are now dusted with a rosy pink shade. jaebum almost breaks into another grin but she closes the gap once more, pecking his lips again. all too soon to his liking, for she pulls away in a millisecond.

she giggles, her hands sliding off to his shoulders. she pats them as she says, "sit properly, or else you're gonna break your neck," before disappearing into the laundry room.

[taeyongnakamoto]

EXO: Mafia (chapter 1)

 ‘You are so boring! Please lets go out tonight’, 

‘No im not, I’m just-’, 

you were cut of by your best friend: 'Look, I know it must be really hard to accept, that he isn’t there for you anymore-’, 

'He is! I know it!’, this time you were the one who interrupted the other. Your best friend gave you a please-not-again-look and sighed. 

'It has been three years since that, I know its still hard for you, but you must get over his death! I really don’t want to sound mean, but i can’t take your sadness anymore, it breaks my heart literally.’

You gave her an incredible look, it was the first time, the really first time, when your best friend spoke the alleged death of your brother out.

 She noticed your face impression and looked guilty while speaking: 'I just mean that he wouldn’t want you to suffer because of him, let him go, let him his long deserved peace…’

'He is not dead, Yoona’, you said seriously,

'How you know? Even the police confirmed it. It has been all over the news after all…’ she said.

You struggled with the thoughts whether you should tell her or not, while staring on your hands.

'Tell me’, she said, 'I know you want to tell me something, i feel it. So go ahead and say it.’

That was indeed the truth, you really wanted to tell her everything you know. Because without her you couldn’t put all the puzzles together, to find out about what was really going on. The fact, however, was that you weren’t allowed to.

'I can’t, I promised him’ you said quietly.

'Who?’ Yoona asked, nearly angry.

'Him!’ you said, 'Junmyeon!’

Her eyes widened: 'What the hell are you talking about?’

'Please Yoona dont get me wrong, I really cant tell you anything.’

She looked straight into your eyes for about about 10 sekonds. Then she nodded 'Well i guess you dont need me at all then’, when she stood up to leave your room, your heart dropped. You hated seeing her offended, especially when it was your fault. You closed your eyes and said 'wait’, she turned around, 'sit down and promise me that you will keep it to yourself. Dont tell anyone especially mom and dad. Im only telling you this, because you are my only best friend and i never had a better one. 

'She smiled 'Of course i wont tell anyone, so, what is it?’ 'He calls me once a month, to check if i was alright’ you said.

 Yoona’s eyes widened 'your joking!?’

 'Why would I joke about such things, huh?’ You could tell that Yoona’s brain was working at hundred percent, she probably didnt know which question to ask first.

 'Is he alright?’ She asked and you nodded.

 'Then,…. then why are you so sad every day, when you know that he is alright?’

 You stared at your hands again, to be honest you didnt know the right answer yourself. Maybe its because you havent seen him for three years now. You dont even know what he is doing or where he is right now. In fact all you knew is, that he was alright. Alright wasnt really a yes tho, so you still were worried about him. Every day, every night you were worrying. And the fact that you can’t talk with anyone about it made it even worse. Not even your mom and dad knew about it. And they were the people you wanted to tell the most about it.

 'What did he tell you, why cant you tell your parents about it, why is he pretending to be dead, why on earth did the police confirm his death, when they probably dont even have his dead body and why was his death all about the news? I mean everyone knows your parents but why was it on tv when its not true? God.. i bet it was really hard seeing your parents crying and beeing sad about his dead, while knowing that actually he was alive…’ Yoona bombed you with questions which you couldnt even answer. 

'Well..’ you started, 'he just said that i shouldnt worry and that he was alright. When i asked him where he was and what he was doing, he said that the less i know the saver i am. And when i asked him why he left us he said that it was too dangerous for us, if he staid. Also he said that he got too deep in some things and now he has to manage to get things go well again-’ your voice broke up. Telling this felt right and wrong at the same time. Your eyes were filled with tears now, 'Im so confused Yoona, … when i asked him if i could help him in any way, he said that not telling anyone about the truth was the best help. And that in fact it wasnt planed for me to know it either. He just couldnt take knowing that im crying about his alleged death. Thats the only reason he told me.' 

You were crying now, 'I told him that if he ever should be needed in help, im here for him.’

Yoona came closer and hugged you 'The only thing that matters is, that he is alright. But…' 

'What?’ you asked looking at her now.

'I don’t know, im really not sure but for me it sounds like some mafia stuff right here.’ she said.

'No, don’t say such things, he would never get in things like mafia. Not him, not Junmyeon.’ you shook your head, not wanting to believe. But if you were honest to yourself and Yoona, you had a similar feeling about that too.

'Don’t worry it was just a thought of mine, when was the last time he called you?’ your best friend asked, trying to make you feel better again. 

You wiped your tears away and answered: 'Well, it was last month, i believe he will call me somewhen this week. He always calls me int the second week of the month.’

'Okay, thats good. Hmm.. look, since we have a good reason today, what do you think about going out today and after that I will stay at your home? You know he is okay so why don’t we have a little fun?’

You screw up your face, in fact you don’t want to go out anywhere, because lately you had this bad feeling about Junmyeon. It almost felt as if he was in danger. And you just wanted to stay at home and wait until he will call you again. To hear his calm voice which you loved so much-

Yoona suddenly interrupted your thinking 'Oh come on, please? Pretty please? The last time we went out together is so long ago… please (Y/N). And besides that, i want to introduce someone to you.’

'I don’t know, where do you plan to go? And what if he calls me and im not home?’

'Then he will call you later again, we won’t be gone for ever’, Yoona joked.

But you weren’t in the mood to laugh about it or something similar.

'Please i beg you! You know for all this three years i went out with others friends, but i wanted you by my side. I respected the fact that you weren’t in the mood tho. But now, when you know that he is alright, don’t you think it is your right to go out and have some fun? Oh and remember? You weren’t even at my birthday party, you owe it to me.’

'Do you really have to make me feel guilty, im sorry on your birthday I… I couldn’t party back then..’ you said.

'I know, I know, I heard your excuses for over a hundred times now and I don’t want them but you going out with me tonight. Come on, its decided! Stand up! Today you can’t say no, remember we have a good reason to go.’ she said while pulling you up from your bed and pushing you towards the door which led to your room full of clothes.

'Your saying this as if we are celebrating something’ you mumbled.

'Excuse me, i just found out that your brother is alive. Believe me or not but thats a big relief for me as well.’

'Okay, okay… I don’t have anything to put on tho.’ you sighed.

'You do, you just forgot about every cool thing in your closet because you were sitting home the last three years’ your best friend said, obviously in a good mood now.

You moaned: 'Oh please, what did i do to deserve all this, huh? I don’t want to meet new people. Who is the one you want to introduce to me?’

'Haha, your not funny and its a boy’ Yoona said, faking a laugh pretty bad.

When you heard what she just said you immediately stop walking, so that she had even more struggles to push you into your clothing room.

'A boy? Why a boy? I really don’t want to meet a boy! I forgot how to talk to boys Yoona! Cant we just stay at home and watch a movie? I don’t know, maybe a drama?’ you tried to talk her out of this idea. Because talking to boys wasnt really your talent.

'Hmm.. let me think about it, uhmm NO! We are not staying at home watching dramas, your life is a drama and you finally need some action.’

You were now standing in the room which was full of designer clothes you loved once. But since the thing with Junmyun happened you stopped going out and, just like Yoona said, forgot about the half existence of your clothes. 

While Yoona was searching for clothes you asked: 'So, whats his name anyway?’

Yoona turned around and gave you a smirk: 'Hah i knew you would be interested’

You moaned: 'Im not interested i just want to know his name?’

She laughed: 'Aha sure, its Jongin and he is really cute, but don’t let his cuteness fool you my friend. He can be really sexy, i bet you will forget how to breath when you see him’

'Stop talking nonsense im not that easy, and when you find him that attractive why don’t you go out with him by yourself?’

Yoona seemed to be thinking, after a while she said: 'I don’t know, we have been friends for over two years now, and he is the one i like the most under my friends, after you of course. And i just don’t have these feelings for him. It more feels like he is my brother. I mean sometimes he is so handsome even i can’t handle it-’

'You know i don’t like guys every girl has a crush on.’ you interrupted her.

'Yeah i know, but even though its like that, his character is special, i promise you will like him. And to reassure you, he doesnt like easy girls. And by easy girls I mean those girls who are falling for him just because of his look. He likes girls more like, … well i don’t even know how to explain it. More like you i guess.’

'Seriously why are you so sure that he will like me? After everything you told me about him, it seems like he doesnt even want to like a girl.. was that understandable? I believe you know what i mean.’

'Because i feel it, and now shut up, put this on, then we will do our make up and face and then we are leaving.’ Yoona said and gave you some really short gucci hot pans, a white crop shirt and a big jeans jacket, your favorite one. It belonged to Junmyeon and since you asked him a lot to wear it he just gave it to you as a present. 

'I don’t even know if my parents will allow me to go out’ you said and hugged the jacket.

Yoona crossed her arms and gave you a seriously?-look and said: 'your parents are the most cool people i know and to be honest with you, your mom asked me today if there were any plans about going out tonight with you. Because she wants you to have fun, at least a little bit.’

'Aha,’ you said 'by the way, where do you want to go?’

'To my favorite club, Jongin showed it to me a while ago and since that we always went there’ she answered.

You sighed 'I still can’t believe im doing that right now, well then i guess i will change my clothes now,’ you went into your own bathroom which was connected only with your room. 

If you were honest it felt good having other emotions then only worrying about your brother. It has been three years and you can allow yourself to have some fun. This is why you love Yoona so much, because she was by your side everyday, and everyday she managed to make you feel better.

After Yoona made your natural make up and hair you found yourself in a taxi on the way to the club. Your parents weren’t at home tonight so you texted them a text message, so that they won’t worry. There were some guilty thoughts because of Junmyun, but you got them out of your mind quickly, because you really wanted to have fun now.

The taxi stopped infant of a typical rich-kids-club, and even though you were a rich kid yourself (well at least your parents were rich) you didn’t feel like you belonged here. After all it has been three years since you visited a club the last time. While Yoona paid for the taxi you got out of the car and looked around you at the people. You saw beautiful girls and handsome boys, most of them seemed to be happy but you felt kind of anxious, and the more you think about that boy Jongin the more nervous you got. You didn’t even know why, you trusted Yoona’s taste absolutely but it didn’t stop the nervousness.

Yoona got out of the car a minute later and also looked around herself, probably watching for Jongin.

You saw her grinning suddenly: 'Jongin! Here you are! She said and went towards the clubs VIP doors. In front of the door for the ordinary people there was a huge line. You quickly went after her, so that you won’t loose her.

When you reached her she was hugging a boy at the moment. The boy -Jongin didn’t even seem to notice you. After the hug Yoona turned towards you and said 'Jongin, thats (Y/N), (Y/N) thats Jongin. I hope you will become good friends as well.’

Now, when Yoona stepped out of the sight, you finally could see the whole boy. The first thing you noticed was his muscular body, which was even more emphasized by his white shirt, from which the sleeves were pulled up. Then his face… Yoona was absolutely right, he was really handsome, he seemed nice and badass at the same time and suddenly you felt like, you might like him if his character is as good as his look.

You noticed that he was also checking you out, from your bare legs to your crop  shirt and face, you felt nervous again.

After he noticed your uncertain look, he cleared his throat: 'Hi’ he said, 'So you are Yoonas best friend she told me so much about’, 'uhm y..yes i believe so’ you said and threw Yoona a look, she was obviously amused by this situation.

'She mentioned that you were pretty, but i didn’t imagine you that pretty’ Jongin said. These words made you blush, 'Thank you i guess’ you replied shyly looking on the ground bc you very really blushing. In the corner of your eye, you still could see his gaze at you.

Fortunately Yoona where there to help you out of this situation: 'So do we want to go in?’ she asked. Finally Jongin stopped looking at you and turned to Yoona  'Yeah i already have reserved a place for us’ he said. 

'Perfect’ Yoona said, opened the door and stepped in, leaving you and Jongin alone. 

Why is she doing the situation so awkward, you wondered.

Jongin opened the door and made a movement with his hand, which also was handsome. You didn’t exactly know why but you loved it when boys had handsome hands. 

'Ladys first’ he said then, you smiled at him and stepped into the club.

You could hear the loud music already from outside, so it wasn’t really a surprise when you were in. You saw a lot of people dancing and having fun, but you didn’t see Yoona. 

So you stopped a little irritated, which made Jongin run right into you. You turned back to him a little embarrassed,

'Sorry, i just, uhm, i don’t know where Yoona is.’ you said and noticed that Jongin didn’t seem upset about the litte accident. 

He simply gave you a smirk: 'No problem, she probably went into the VIP section upstairs,’ he said. 

You turned around again, searching for the god damn stairs, when you felt a hand around your waist slightly pushing to the left. When you looked to your left, you noticed Jongin’s right arm around you. The touch of his hand got you a new feeling, it almost felt like your skin was burnin under his touch. You didn’t know what was going on, but it feeled good though.

Jongin smirked again: 'The stairs are here’ he said. You gave him embarrassed smile and went in the direction he took you. But his hand was still on your waist. It seemed like you had some butterflies in your stomach and your knees got soft. Which you didn’t really understand because you met him the first time and don’t want such feelings for him. You couldn’t really help it though.

'You seem like you don’t visit clubs often, do you?’ he asked in a load voice, so that you could hear him through the music. 

'No’ you replied, 'In fact i wasn’t in any clubs for three years now,’

'Is there a special reason? Bad experience?’ he asked. 

'I just didn’t feel like i want to have fun’ you said and remembered about Junmyun again, but as earlier you threw the thought away.

'And now you do?’ Jongin asked. 

'Yes, I believe so’ you said.

You felt his hand on your waist all the way up the stairs and somehow you didn’t want his hand to leave the place, it made you kinda chill, nervous and good feeling at the same time.

When you got up the stairs, which were really narrow, there were some people who wanted to go upstairs. They were laughing and giving you the vibes that they were slightly drunk already. 

To make some place for the people Jongin pulled you more close to him, making your left body side touching his right body side. 

And again you had those feelings…

When you found the table where Yoona was already sitting, his hand left your side, you felt like you want to tell him to put his hand back on your waist. But as soon as you thought the thoughts, you were ready to slap yourself for being so strange. 

You sat down right next Yoona 

and Jongin sat down right infron of you. In your mind you were hoping that Yoona hasnt seen his hand aroung your waist. And as if she can read your mind she leaned over to your ear and whispered, so that only you could hear it: 'Dont even hope that i havent seen it, he obviously likes you. I have never seen him doing that to a girl before. And that means something, i mean i know him for a long time.'

 You werent sure if you should see it positive, maybe he was doing that to you because he thought you were too easy... Anyway you decided to talk about that with Yoona later, since she was staying over night at your house. 

 The time slowly went by, you and jongin talked a lot together, just about everything. You really started to like him. Also you noticed that everytime you were not speaking or not looking at him, his gaze was still at you. You didnt know if Yoona noticed that as well, but it kind of made you feel a little bit nervous. 

Suddenly a boy stand next to you, he was smiling shyly: 'Hi' he said. You guys replied with a hi back. Yoona suddenly gave you the vibes as if she was nervous, you could guess why, when the boy said: 'Yoona, do you want to dance?' 

 She was looking at you and then at Jongin, and then again at you. You nodded slightly. 

 'Uhm, sure, why not' she said. After you stood up, to let Yoona out and sat down again, Jongin said: 'Thats her crush you know?' 

 Your eyes widened: 'Really? Was that Minseok?' 

 Yoona told you a lot about him and about her feelings for him, but you have never seen him.. 

 'Yeah thats him' Jongin said. 

 'He seems nice to me,' you thought,

 'Yeah he is actually nice, but sometimes he can be an asshole. And lately his asshole-phases has been really often' Jongin told you, drank his drink and looked at his glad. 

 'I think everyone has his asshole-phases. Dont tell me you dont have them' you joked and tried to put your left leg over your right one. When you suddenly touched Jongins leg up with your leg. 

 At the very second he suddenly looked up, straight into your eyes.

 'Im sorry' you said, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable and think that you were trying to flirt with him. 

 He gave you one of his smirks again and said 'yeah i also have asshole-phases' He, then, leaned a little bit forward so that his knees were touching your bare knees now. The table was small, so it was really ease to do. 

 You had those butterflies again, but you werent sure how to feel about it. You liked it, didnt Yoona said that he doesnt like easy girls? Then why is he doing such things to you, you dont even know him two days.

 'Do you know that man on the table in the left corner? Surrounded by a lot of girls, do you see him?' 

You turned around, thankfull for the topic change, but you still feld his touching.

 You saw the man Jongin was talking about. Well, at least you thought he meant him, he was handsome and also muscular.

 He stared at you for about 5 seconds and then he turned to a girl. 

 You turned around to Jongin, who also was staring at you.

 'No' you said, looking Jongin in his eyes, 'Its my first time seeing him. Why are you asking tho?'

 'Well he is staring at you the whole time' Jongin said, which made you feel more nervous. 

 'Really? Why?' You asked.

 Jongin's face impression was really serious, too serious for your taste, 'I dont know, maybe he likes you... No not maybe, he surely likes you.' 

 You werent sure how you should reply to this so you just sat there looking Jongin in his eyes and waiting for him to say something. 

 Unfortunately he was doing the same thing. 

 After a while he said: 'If you dont like it, then show him that you already belong to someone' 

 'I dont belong to anyone though' you said 

'Well i could help you if you want' These words made your heart drop, 

'How do you want to do it?' You asked. 

 'Lets dance' he answered 'act like im your boyfriend' You searched for any sign of joking in his eyes, but he looked all serious.

 'Okay' you said 'But i don't know how to dance anymore', you couldn't believe what you were talking about right now.

 Suddenly Jongin was smirking again: 'Come on, i will show you.' He took you by your waist again, you liked how it fueled..

 On the way to the stairs you noticed that the man was looking at you with furious eyes, which kind of scared you. You were glad you had Jongin by your side and decided to act really natural.

 When you reached the dance floor downstairs, Jongin placed his other hand on your waist and touched your forehead with his forehead.

 You could feel his breath on your lips, you looked him deep into his eyes, not sure about what was happening. And the you just simply put your hands on his wide shoulders. Your knees were soft again and you felt some botterflies flying in your stomach. 

 Suddenly Jongin started to talk, which made you feel even better somehow, his breath touching your lips..

 'He is here, he followed us and he is obviously watching us' he said.

 That made you feel anxious. What does he want from you?.. 

 'Dont be scared', Jongin said, 'you have me.' 

 You nodded slightly but it still didnt make you feel better. You wanted home again, in your warm bed...

'Were is Yoona?' you asked, 'I want to find her and go home, i think thats already enough for today, I don't feel comfortable anymore'

Jongin raised his head 'There she is, at the bar with Minseok,' he said, took your hand and led you through all the people to the bar.

You saw Yoona laughing with Minseok and drinking another drink. 

When she saw you she said 'One minute' to Minseok and lent towards you to ask if everything was okay, because you seemed pale.

You told her that a strange man was watching you and following you around, and that even Jongin noticed it.

'..can we please go home now? This messed up my mood' you finished.

Yoona looked at Minseok who were talking with Jongin, and made sure that no one would hear her: 'Look I'm sorry, but this is the very first time me and Minseok doing something alone. If you want home, could you go with Jongin? I will come to your place a little later i have your keys.' she said with a little bit guilty eyes.

You sighed, because you didn't expect anything else, but you werent mad at her though, 'Do you think he will walk me home?' you asked.

Yoona smiled now: 'Ofcourse he will! Hey Jongin!' 

Jongin stopped talking to Minseok and looked at both of you, 'Yeah?' he said unsurely.

'Could you walk (Y/N) home and make sure she will arrive save there?' Yoona asked him.

Jongin smirked again.

You literally started to love his smirk for gods sake...

'Sure, ill take care, she is safe with me' he said.

His words woke your butterflies in your stomach up..

Yoona said 'I trust you.'

'Don't worry' Jongin replied. 

Somehow you felt safe immediately.

Jongin took you by your hand, smirked and said: 'Lets go. See you Minsoek'

'Yeah' Minseok said.

You smiled at Yoona, who just gave you an amused grin, and then you completely trusted Jongins leadment.

Thats the first chapter, i hope you like it ˆ-ˆ

sorry for any typos