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bts-0t-7 · 1 year ago

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Pair: Taehyung x F Reader

Summary: You missed two cycles. Not that it wasn’t common for you but you felt like it was much more than just that. So, keeping it a secret from Tae, you went to a doctor to solidify your doubts. And no doubt, it was happy news to bring back home.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, wifey reader, married couple au, a little bit of suggestive themes (but we aren’t doing that today, yeah?), pregnancy

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of infertility, trouble conceiving

Remember that you aren’t alone and if you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there for us :) If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Happy reading! Borahae💜

A/N: Bold is for flashback.

WC: 1410

You couldn’t believe it. You just couldn’t believe it.

You have sworn something was wrong. You knew something was odd with your body and when your period skipped the next month, you went straight to the pharmacy. In a box, there were three test kits.

And when the timer beeped, you stared at these three test kits, all holding the same result.

Pregnant. 7 weeks.

In shock, wouldn’t be a safe word to use. You were filled with mixed emotions. You and Taehyung have been trying for almost a year now. You were almost certain you couldn’t conceive. Your periods have never been regular and it wasn’t an easy feat through when your menstruation cycle was around. So you had told Taehyung about your thoughts about having kids. Back then, the both of you were dating, and you knew Taehyung was big on having a family.

“Tae-”

“No, Y/N. It’s alright. We try and if we can’t, it’s okay.” Taehyung soothed you.

“But I know that you really want kids and I don’t think I will be able to give them to you.” Your doctors have told you that your body has been weak since young and due to the accumulated stress, it did not do the growth of your body well.

“Y/N,” Taehyung cupped your face, bringing it closer to his. He suddenly squished your cheeks, making your eyes widen in surprise. “All I need is you.”

Staring at the three tests on the washroom counter, you had to physically hold yourself up by gripping onto the edges of the sink. You needed to make sure - make sure that it was real before you go running to tell your husband.

So you booked an appointment with your doctors and they told you the same thing the tests did.

“Around seven weeks.” Dr Kim had given you a soft smile, handing you the pictures of the ultrasound scan.

You headed out of the hospital after payment, brain yet to comprehend the knowledge you were given in a span of twenty minutes. You needed to tell Tae. Taehyung was the only thing on your mind.

Staring back down at your ultrasound scan, you truly couldn’t believe your eyes.

You headed to the nearest crafting store, picking out a ball of yarn, boxes, and crafting paper. Heading home, you were more careful than usual, afraid any sudden movements might hurt your child. Albit dumb if you were to tell your parents about what you were doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective of the life growing inside you.

It was a little past four in the afternoon and you decided to take a bath to get rid of the hospital smell. After drying your hair, you turned the television on and knitted while watching the latest ‘Run BTS!’.

You stopped knitting after a while, placing your hand on your currently unnoticeable bump, saying, “That’s your dad and uncles. When you come into this world, you sure are going to be spoiled rotten.” You chuckled. You were the first among the girls to have gotten pregnant as of the information yesterday.

You had told Hwani, Jin’s wife, three days ago. News spread fast within the group but you were more surprised that the boys had yet to catch on, seemingly that all their girlfriends and wives were gossiping over baby materials.

Once you finished the little gift, you placed it in the box onto some crafting paper and the ultrasound. Wrapping the box with a ribbon, you proceeded to the kitchen to make dinner. Small, sharp barks could be heard as you walked to the kitchen.

You bent down to collect Yeotan’s bowls. He was extremely chirpy today, following you everywhere and constantly going in between your legs. If you hadn’t known better, you would have said he was being protective. Placing his food bowls back into the tray, you gave Yeotan a scratch between his ears.

Just as you finished setting the table, the door code chimed and Yeotan’s uncontrollable barking started again. You wiped your hands dry on your shirt as you walked out, greeting Taehyung with a kiss at the threshold of the main door.

“Well, it’s not like I don’t like it. Rather the opposite, honestly. But I’m tired Jagiya. I don’t think I can do it today.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t I just kiss my husband when he gets home?”

Taehyung looked at you suspiciously. “Of course you can but you normally have an ulterior motive.”

Let’s talk about selective hearing. It refers to hearing what you choose to hear and blank out everything else. You ignored the second half of the sentence, pulling your whiny husband to the living room and plopping him down onto the sofa.

“Babe…” He called you warningly.

You headed over to the coffee table, carefully picking up the elegantly wrapped gift and placing it in his hands. Taehyung’s brows shot up, disappearing between his hair.

“What’s this?” He took out his phone, confusion showing on his face. Oh, he’s always been an expressive one. “I don’t think I forgot anything? I swear today - is it our anni - wait no, that’s in three weeks.” Taehyung looked up with a face you knew too well.

The TaTa Mic face.

“Babe, I swear if I forgot anything, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, caving into the look. If ARMY can’t even grasp a standing ground to the Tata Mic face, you surely stand an even lesser chance against it.

“You didn’t forget anything, love.” You pointed back to the box. “Just.. Just open it.”

Taking a deep breath, you watch as Taehyung undoes the ribbon and opens the box. Watched as his brows furrowed even more, lip jutting out in a pout at the sight of the mittens you have knitted this afternoon. Watched as the gears in his brain turned the moment his eyes spotted the ultrasound picture beneath it. And as if in slow motion, you saw Taehyung’s eyes enlarge the moment the pieces clicked together.

His head shot up so fast you were afraid he got a whiplash.

“Serious? Serious!” Taehyung dropped to his knees. Thank god there was a carpet on the floor. His hands were shaking as you grasped them in yours, placing them on your stomach. “Jagiya, Jagiya, you aren’t kidding with me, right?”

His eyes shone with so much light that it was blinding to see.

You shook your head.

“We’re going to be parents, Tae.” Your voice wavered, tears coming forth, spilling over onto your cheeks.

Taehyung looked down at your hands cupping your stomach and stared at it. He lifted your shirt in one motion, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. He brought his lips to your stomach, kissing it gently.

“Hi, babyyyy…” Taehyung cooed. “You’re going to be the prettiest baby ever.”

You chuckled.

Taehyung got up from his knees, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “And you are going to be the best mom ever.”

“How do you know that?” You asked between his never-ending kisses.

Leaning your foreheads together, Taehyung answered in his most famous way, “‘Cause it’s you.”

You smiled.

At that moment, you were surrounded by love. You have never felt so high on such a joyous emotion before. As you looked down at Taehyung talking to your stomach, you felt so, so, so, grateful for the future you created together. Through thick and thin, the both of you have found a way to strengthen your connection, working together.

The warmth of his love and joy radiates the whole house. And as your eyes locked, it was as if nothing else mattered at that moment - only you, Tae, and your unborn baby. Time seemed to still as the both of you looked at each other, so much affection and excitement in one’s eyes.

And you knew - you just knew - that you were going to be okay. That as long as you had Tae by your side, you were going to be okay.

As the both of you got up from the sofa, Tae suddenly pulled you into his arms, stopping you from walking any further from him. “You know what I said just now at the door? I take it back. I can definitely do it today.”

Your cheeks turned deep red as you smacked his arms.

“Kim Taehyung!”

His bellowing laughter followed you all the way to the kitchen.

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spinarakiweek · 5 months ago

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Spinaraki Week Survey!

We ran one of these before our very first one, but we've picked up lots of new people since then! We also want to open the floor up some for some new prompts people might like based on all the content we've gotten since we first did one of these surveys.

There are three main questions.

1: The specific timeframe - when in August would you guys prefer to do this?

2: Prompts you'd like to see. Generally we keep this to a word or two per prompt, but feel free to use as many words as you need or would like to get your ideas across!

3: Reusing prompts. There are a few reasons for this question. Primarily, since the series ending is in sight, this may be the last time we hold this event. That's definitely not a sure thing - if nothing else, the anime's got a ways to go still - but with the possibility on the table, we've been thinking about going back to a few of the really foundational concepts defining Spinaraki that we used as prompts early on.

It wouldn't be a big number, but consider that ideas like Horizon or Games have continued to be relevant to the characters, a completely different Hospital has come into play, etc. Reusing a small selection of prompts could give new people a chance to play with ones they missed out on before, as well as giving previous participants a chance to revisit them in light of the newer material.

On the other hand, we do always include a Free Day, so we could also simply encourage people to look back at old prompt lists for their Free Day fills, and provide only new prompts for everything else! Do let us know your preferences, and if there are any older prompts you'd particularly like to see highlighted again, feel free to throw those in as responses to the question about prompts you'd like to see.

The survey can be found here.

Old prompt lists can be found here. If that link doesn't work for you, check beneath the cut!

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prismuffin · 2 years ago

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Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet

A/n: GN!Reader (can be read as any gender-!!)

Using: A, B, G, I, L, M, P, U, V

warnings?: light swearing!

!-!more under the cut!-!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Elijah adores your smile and your laugh, he loves the sound of your laughter whenever he makes a corny joke and the way you smile at him whenever you notice his presence it just fills him with adoration.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Elijah loves your hands.

He loves holding them in his whenever he can get the chance. When you’re both on the couch doing your own separate things, he will always find a way to grab your hand just so he can play with your fingers as he reads or responds to the countless emails that flood his inbox.

He loves the way they cup his face in the mornings and how your fingers run through his hair. Sometimes he regrets cutting off his ponytail cause he misses you braiding his hair

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He has no problem giving you gifts, he'll spoil you so fucking much. Though he's not necessarily the type to do it out of the blue ya know? (unless he's been away from you for too long). If you ask him to buy you something then he'll get it for you but if you're not the type to ask then he'll usually only give you gifts for things like birthdays and anniversary's. Only exception is when he knows you've been eyeing something but have been hesitant to buy it- but even then he might just wait until your birthday to give it to you. (if that's too far away tho he'll just surprise you with it one day.)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He's immediately by your side, it doesn't matter what he was doing, all that matters is you right now.

If it's something a bit minor like you accidentally cutting yourself while cooking or getting a razer-cut he'd ask you to sit while telling Chloe to fetch the first aid kit. He'd patch you up himself before planting a loving kiss to the area and asking you to be more careful next time.

If the injury is worse- like a broken/sprained bone he'll make sure you have everything you need while simultaneously staying by your side. Need water? He'll ask Chloe to fetch it. Wanna watch a movie? He's on it. Tired of staying inside all week? He'll have the Chloe's get/find a wheelchair so that he can take you on a walk outside.

If the injury is life-threatening or bad enough to hospitalize you he gets scared. He's once again by your side until you're able to be released from the hospital. He'll get the best doctors and will constantly ask questions about your condition. Once he's able to take you home you're practically on bed rest cause he's doing everything for you. He'll have Chloe set timers of when you should take your pain meds and will just practically fawn over you. One wince slips from your mouth and he's on you asking what hurts and where. Will hold your hand if he can and will have a heartfelt talk about how scared he was for you. After you recover he loves you unconditionally and is very touchy with you but you know he's just glad that you're ok.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has three main love languages: Quality Time, Words of affirmation, and Gift Giving- and your personality defines which of the three is used the most.

If you like material items (no shade) he'll que in on this and will give you gifts unprompted. He loves seeing your face light up whenever he spoils you so he'll do it often.

If you love having reassurance he'll pick up on it and will constantly remind you how beautiful or handsome you look. He'll probably start every morning with a "hello beautiful" cause he knows you like it and he loves you and loves encouraging you to love you too.

I think quality time is his default for sure. Though with him being so busy all the time he doesn't always get to satisfy that need so he'll switch to gift giving up until he leaves Cyberlife. After retiring he's making up for so much lost time. Loves you being the last thing he sees before he goes to bed and the first thing he sees when he wakes up. Always asks you to join him in whatever he's doing for that day. He's going for a run you wanna join? He think's todays a good day for a dip in the pool would you like to join? Wanna sit together and read in silence? He is so down ugh he just loves being in your presence, you make him so happy and comfortable.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Your first date (even though you stress that it technically wasn't a date)

You were both hanging out in your dorm room back when you were both in college. He was rambling about one of his projects, about how it could change the world if he got the coding right. Sorta zoned out after a second and stopped talking as he realized just how much he was rambling. (Look he's literally a nerd with an emo haircut and I headcanon that he was super awkward in college but he's polite enough to be professional when talking to superiors.) He got super shy and practically clammed up. He thought he was annoying you until you asked him why he stopped talking, asking if something was wrong. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling nervously, saying something along the lines of "you probably don't wanna hear me rambling about this" to which you responded that you didn't mind listening.

Definitely sees that interaction as the first reason he fell in love with you and so that's why it's his favorite :)

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He likes to make a nickname out of your name and then gatekeep it so that no one else can use it. He'll also use ones like "baby" and "love" and "darling" especially darling he abuses the heck out of that one. He'll call you a cutie at times when you're both cuddling or if you're staring at him for too long.

Loves to put 'my' in front of every nickname mentioned above.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He'll give you your space if you're angry at him. He'll ask the Chloe's to check on you every now and then before going to talk to you himself. He'll apologize even if he wasn't in the wrong and will take things slow cause he feels really bad about upsetting you.

If it's not really his fault and it's just work or any other third party he'll offer to get your mind off of it for a while. Wanna take a dip in the pool with him, you both can swim laps or back float to destress. He'll also offer massages, he'd offer Chloe giving you one but if you suggest one from him he has no problem satisfying your needs. He'll make sure you've eaten too- he just hates seeing you upset so he's desperate to see his baby smile at him again.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

BYE he loves to show you off.

Tons of people are so tired of his social media cause it’s all just you.

Especially after he left cyberlife.

With him not having to post about new android updates (which he rarely did anyway) he found having social media was pretty useless. However whenever you finished a new project of yours wether that’s: a new song or album, some new art, a new movie or show you’re in, or new photos from a photo shoot, he’s gonna repost it on his story or quote tweet it with a lengthy caption about how proud he is of you and how everyone should go support your thing cause it’s really good.

If you are famous and have to go to red carpets a lot he loves to spin you around for the photos and make sure to get some paparazzi attention on you because you just look too gorgeous to miss.

Overall, he loves showing off his baby and their achievements.

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random ik but I just love Eli-!!

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boyhood · 9 months ago

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Today is the third year anniversary of my dad's death. My distance with and to grief loops around, doubles back.

The first year after he died, my grandmother was critically ill in the hospital- I didn't have the space to feel anything but overwhelmed. The first year after he died, I was still dealing with the material problems and paperwork of a sudden death, even 12 months later. That year I had an incredibly intense full time job of mostly emotional labor that felt like it was sucking all the blood out of my body.

The second year after died, I was driving my sister's car back five hours home from San Francisco without her- she moved out on the exact date. I kept trying to get myself to feel anything but tired but I couldn't. That year I had no job, and seemed unemployable and hopeless.

Today I wake up from a nightmare at 7AM and can't fall back asleep. I cry on my way to drop my cat off at the vet and I can't stop thinking about how blurry my memories of the week of his dying feel. I think I was crying when I told the hospital to stop life support, but maybe I wasn't. I remember being under the covers when I talked to them. I was as sick as he was at the time with the same thing he was sick with. I didn't really have a voice from coughing but still had to make a lot of phone calls. I remember not crying when the hospital called me to tell him he died. I was in the car with my mom and my sister but I don't remember where we were going to or from.

This year I have a good job, part time, that I like and am good at. Every single facet of my life is completely different than it was three years ago. I've been tired and directionless since he died, but softer too. It's my birthday in two days. I miss my dad. I love my dad. I miss my dad.

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jellycrusher · 1 year ago

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Reward

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Smut with slight plot, Polyamory

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: A well-deserved break after weeks of stress from work. Your boyfriend decided to give you a reward. You didn’t know that he was not the only one eager to give you a reward.

Warnings: NSFW, double penetration, double creampie, unprotected s*x (still do safe s*x, kids!), slight degradation, cum eating, oral (F receiving, M receiving), implied!sub Yoongi, implied!dom reader, role!switch Yoongi, role!switch reader, Dom!Hoseok, anal s*x, vaginal s*x, love biting, cheek slapping (but not intense), choking (y/n’s not abused, y'all), A VERY IMPATIENT Y/N

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: This is actually inspired by their *chuckles* iconic japanese song, Otsukare. The closest translation in English would be “Thanks for your hard work”. Seriously, you guys need to watch their SOPEand OT7 performance of the song! You will laugh your ass off..

It’s been almost a month since you and your team have been burning blood, sweat and tears into this one specific medical case. Working as a medical intern with plentiful senior doctors piling every work on interns is brutal, however you just wade through everything since you did land an internship spot in the most prestigious hospital in the country. You do live in a decent apartment with a nice view you might say, but recently, you’ve been taking refuge in the intern’s lounge for almost a month already. All you want is to caress the soft material of your favorite linen and spend a week on your bed without getting out of it.

Today’s different. You and your fellow interns have cracked the case and have just finished presenting it to a panel of senior doctors. It’s also nice now that the patient in the said case can now breathe a lot easier since there is a higher chance of survival with our proposed medical management. You truly can’t wait to get home.

You also haven’t seen Yoongi, your boyfriend, for almost three weeks. Video calls and missed opportunities was your love story with him since you’ve handled the killer case.

He was very understanding of your situation, especially when you did try to visit him in his apartment one day. You were so drained but you still kept your promise to him for a ‘Movie and Taco Tuesday Night’. Just fifteen minutes into the movie, you were dead asleep on his couch. Sometimes, you even fell asleep while on a video call with him. You felt ashamed that you apologized to him non-stop for a week. He told you that he could compromise so he started visiting you in the hospital. Of course, that was also futile. Both of you would plan to eat lunch together but as soon as you were in each other’s company, beeps from your pager will end your short bout of joy.

You bombarded Yoongi with texts and voice messages that you’re finally free from the shackles of the said case. This weekend will the first whole break you’ve been rewarded with since last month. You receive a text from him asking if there’s any way you could spend the whole weekend with him in his apartment. You knew what he meant and you can’t deny that there’s a part of you expecting something to happen as well. Come on, you haven’t touched or caressed your boyfriend for almost a month. You’re too deprived and sexually frustrated. This is no time to be shy about it, not that both of you are shy with each other.

“But how about Hoseok? Won’t he be there?” Oh Hoseok. What a beautiful human. You’ve been together with Yoongi for almost a year already, and they’ve been roommates for the same amount of time. The three of you just clicked together ever since the start.

You met Yoongi through a common friend. Didn’t start officially dating one another until two months later. You would always tease him about it because he took so long to ask for a date just because he felt intimidated by you. You were more of a strong-independent and outgoing type of woman and he was quiet and reserved. It took a month before both of you started bringing each other to your respective apartments. There you met Hoseok. It didn’t take much and it felt natural to be friends with him. Maybe because it felt like the both of you were the same side of a coin.

You used to think that Yoongi and Hoseok were two poles opposite from each other, but you soon realize that’s the best thing about the two of them. That’s why you and Yoongi felt perfect for each other as well.

Although you love your boyfriend dearly, you can’t deny that a small bit of you has been attracted to his roommate. Apart from having a lot of similarities with each other, you do feel that sometimes you share the same mind waves as him. One day when Yoongi was so sick, the two of you left work for the day to stay and care for him. You were amazed that Hoseok knew what he was doing and was really frantic if what he was doing was enough. Seeing somebody else care and love your boyfriend this much warms your heart.

You do try to avoid letting your feelings for him grow any further since Yoongi is your soulmate. You could give the world to Yoongi, that’s how much you love him, and it swells your heart to know that he feels the same for you. You won’t do anything to hurt your precious boyfriend. Ruining their friendship is also the last thing on your mind. You just remind yourself to keep your small fire for Hoseok under control or put out, if possible.

“He said don’t worry about it. He’ll find a way to stay out of our way for the weekend.” Pleased with Yoongi’s reply, you can’t stop thinking of various ways to spend your night with your boyfriend.

With that, you arrive at his apartment that night. Yoongi opens the door, greeting you. You dropped the bags in your hands to the floor and jumped to embrace him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your body. He noticed the fresh smell of your strawberry shampoo, a scent he truly missed.

You start to slowly kiss his neck and soon, you felt his hands grip your waist tighter. “Ummm, kitten?” He does enjoy you pouncing on him as soon as you arrived at his apartment but someone from across the room is eyeing the two of you. Your hands start to comb through his hair when he slightly pushed you, stopping you from teasing Yoongi. “Hoseok is still here.” He turns his head to the direction of his roommate and you followed.

Hoseok sat quietly on the other side of the kitchen counter, sipping his water while staring at the two of you. You straighten out yourself, ashamed at being caught in the act by Hoseok. “Don’t mind me. It’s not like it’s my first time catching the two of you in the act.” He quietly laughs as he took another gulp, completely teasing you.

“Don’t tease her, Hoseok.” Yoongi pats your head as he sees you turn shy at Hoseok’s teasing.

“It’s cute that you let her pounce on you every time she thinks you two are finally alone. So hungry for Yoongi?” Hoseok giggles as you shot a hawkish gaze at him. He gets up and took his bag from the chair beside him as he walks towards the two of you, or rather the door. You glance at the darkness outside the window and at your watch.

“Isn’t it too late for a drive?” You ask Hoseok as he pat your boyfriend goodbye before turning to you.

“I’m fine. Why? You worried about me?” He leans down, eyes meeting yours. He pats your head teasingly and you jokily swat it off. “Besides, aren’t you glad you finally have some alone time? This is my reward to you, little girl.”

“Little girl? I may be smaller but I’m older than the two of you!” Yoongi and Hoseok, focused entirely on your face, watched as you apparently try to make your point.

“Yes, we know kitten, by one year… as you constantly try to remind us.” Yoongi hugs you from behind. “Get on with it. Drive safe!” He hits Hoseok by the arm and they did their handshake. Hoseok also lightly hits your arm before opening the door and walking out, leaving you and your boyfriend finally alone in the apartment.

You both swiftly turn to each other at the same time after the realization that you’re finally alone with each other, amusing the both of you. You let out a smile full of sweetness with eyes almost glistening with longingness for Yoongi.

“I missed you, Yoongi.”

“You don’t how much I missed you too, my kitten.”

That nickname. When was the last time you heard the sound of his voice call you like that? You love it. He apparently can call you that in 100 ways possible. Most of the time, you do love it when he’s screaming it while you overdose him with pleasure.

“Should we watch a movie or something?” You suggest as you turn back to get your bags, carefully grabbing the bag filled with food that you plan to cook for him until tomorrow.

“Pass. I think we should start putting that toy to good use.” Yoongi grumbled in a very low tone as he slowly walked to you, bent forward in front of him. It’s been too long since he had a taste of you. Just by smelling you when you arrived already made him so hard in his pants. He bent down to you letting his body fall on your back. You slowly felt his hands crawl from your shoulders down to your hands. “I’ll be taking that promise now.” His breath brushing past your ear made you wet, shivering from anticipation.

A week ago, you may have promised something to Yoongi. When you’re finally done with the case, you promised him that you’ll allow him to dom you. Usually, it’s been always you who’s taking charge in the bedroom and Yoongi being the sub. You absolutely love seeing your boyfriend submitting to you in the bedroom. Although Yoongi is not really a dedicated sub, he loves it when you tell him that it feels so good acting all your fantasies in the relationship. You were the kinkier and more insatiable one between the two of you so he lets you lead. Tonight, you’ll be giving all the reins to Yoongi so when he knew that you’ll be staying with him this weekend, he texted you the lists of toys to bring.

“What do you want me to do?” You stood up and turned to face him. Yoongi understood what you’re asking of him. You are now submitting to him. His chest starts to swell up inside at finally having the chance to reverse the roles between the two of you.

“Start by calling me Sir.” Yoongi grabbed your chin, lightly tapping your cheeks. You gaze at his hooded eyes, now filled with desire and hunger to dominate you, making you starved to get a taste of him. “Kneel.” He pushed you down by your shoulders as he zips open his pants.

His cock sprung out of his pants, hitting you on the cheek. The enticing smell overwhelmed you. You deeply breathed to inhale his musk as your nose hit the tip of his cock. He gulped at the sight of you hungry for his cock. Your hands wandered towards his member when you heard Yoongi click his tongue. You open your eyes and gazed above. “You’ll only do what I tell you to do, understood?” a more commanding tone vibrated out of Yoongi, slightly surprising you at how he exudes himself right now. He brushed his thumb along your lower lips. “Answer me, kitten.” He tightens his grasp on your chin.

“Yes, sir.” You dropped your hands beside you as you let Yoongi, with his cock in hand, brush himself on your lips.

“Good girl.” He continues to swipe the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum on your lips. You hold yourself back from licking him and swallowing him whole. Every fiber of your being is getting impatient and just wants to stuff his cock inside your mouth this instant but a promise is a promise. You just have to wait and let him lead. “Stick out your tongue.”

He relishes the sight of you kneeling down for him, tongue out waiting for his cock. He put both of his hands in front of him against the wall as he aligns his cock in the tip of your tongue. “Purple is our safe word. You understand?” He gazes down at you, nodding enthusiastically.

Not soon after, he starts thrusting his cock so deep inside your mouth. Your head is pushed against the wall along with the rhythm and force of each thrusts. Something about his cock just satisfies you perfectly. The length is just enough to gag you but the girth, oh the girth. It hurts your jaw every time you suck him and if you had too much, you know you’re gonna have a hard time chewing your food tomorrow.

Sloppy sounds from the two of you started to fill up the room. Yoongi continues to bury his cock in your throat. He did stay deep for a few seconds a few times, grinding himself on you as you find difficulty to gasp for air. Tears started welling up in your eyes and Yoongi got concerned. You felt him pull away slightly but you assured him quickly that you’re fine. You know yourself that you won’t use the safe word tonight. You never did get to use it ever with Yoongi.

He gripped your neck, ever so slightly choking you as he pulls you to stand and leads you to the living room couch. He pushed you back to crash down on the soft couch. Quickly and not a second more, he crashed his lips with yours. Overwhelmed by the burning contact that’s long overdue, both of you breathed deeply as you allow each other to get intoxicated. Your hands tightly gripped the coach at both sides, controlling yourself from disobeying Yoongi. His tongue starts to lap at your sweet soft lips and continue to coil its way to your tongue.

Yoongi started moaning as he closed the distance between his crotch and your thighs. You felt him grind himself on you and your thighs started squirming at the sight of Yoongi satisfying himself on you. “Open, kitten.” He pushed your mouth open once more with his thumb. “Look at how hungry my kitten is for me. You’re so good for me.” He spits, letting his spit travel down slowly to your mouth. He chuckles at the sight of you swallowing for him.

“Sir, I want your cock now please?” Your thighs squirmed some more, wiggling while tightly closed together.

Yoongi clicked his tongue once more. “You’ve always been impatient. Always skipping foreplay and straight to fucking.”

“But sir, I’m really hungry for your cock.” You beg and whine.

“Good girls get rewards. Am I right, kitten? I have to prepare you well for what’s in store for tonight.” He bends down as he spreads your legs. Your thighs pushed towards you. He groans when he lifts up your skirt, noticing that you chose to come here without any underwear. He glared at you remembering that if he did not control himself a while ago when you were kissing him when you arrived, he could have lifted your skirt right then with Hoseok still present in the room.

“See? I am always so wet for you Sir. I can take your cock right now.” Your pussy, glistening with juices, further inviting him to devour you. He licks his lips before kissing your inner thigh.

“My kitten. When was the last time you touched yourself?” His breathe tickled your clit just as he let his nose slightly touch your clit. Yoongi sees you attempting to grind yourself to his face, impatient for his touch. You bit your lip as you stare and wait for your boyfriend. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” You gasp at the sudden bite on your inner thigh, soon followed by a warm lick from his feverish wet tongue.

“I have not touched myself for three weeks, sir. I really need your cock now, sir. Please.” You whine as you try to hold back your tears.

“Such a hardworking girl. I see you deserve a big reward.” He pulls the lips of your pussy to the side, making it taut and your clit standing to attention. He quickly swiped his tongue up your slit, finally tasting your juices dripping out from your pussy. He could say all kinds of profanities just from tasting you. You scratched and gripped what was around you at the overwhelming sensation. Yoongi continues to flick his tongue swiftly against your clit, followed by slurping and sucking. You arch your back as your hands finds its place on Yoongi’s hair.

His fingers soon landed on the rim of your pussy. He thrusts two inside very deeply, curling it to find your g-spot. You try to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming at the intense pleasure. You’ve been so deprived of any touch for three weeks that just his tongue is enough to make you cum in seconds. However, you try your best to hold it out.

Yoongi fondles your breast with his hand as he licks your clit, while his other hand never faltering from fucking you. Seeing you lose yourself from his touch is making him drunk. He never saw you this submissive with him. With this, he adds another finger in your pussy. He licks your clit furiously as he sees you desperate to scream louder but you bite your lips to hold back. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

You gaze at him, furiously nodding. Begging to be allowed to reach your high. You see him smirk as he continues to thrust his fingers inside you. A second after, he pulled it all out, leaving you surprised and craving for him to return his fingers inside you. “Not yet. We still have to use this.” He lifts up a metal anal plug. He hands out the toy to let it touch your lips. Your eyes stay glued to him as you let your mouth open, sucking the toy. You see him staring at your mouth, licking his lips at how dirty you look right now.

The metal felt cold as it hits your tongue and teeth. You swirled your tongue around the bulbed end and he pulled it out of your mouth. He quickly pushed it inside your pussy without falter. He pulls it in and out twice to lubricate the toy with your juices before stopping just on the entrance of your ass.

You squirm as you felt the toy slowly stretching your behind. The sensation and stretch is too much for your first time. He doesn’t push everything at once, but slowly pulling it in and out as he slowly lets you adjust. He sees you shaking once he did push the entire plug inside you.

He wiped a strand of hair clinging on your sweaty forehead. Despite looking so fucked out, you’re still the most beautiful person he ever saw. You exchange a few seconds of sweet gazes before he inserted three fingers inside your pussy again while his other hand pulls the plug in and out.

“Oh my fuck… Yoongi. I’m gonna..” You came undone as he increased his speed from fucking you after he sees you writhing in reaching your high. You felt washed over with pleasure, vision hazy and ears ringing.

Yoongi still continued to thrust his fingers and the plug as you slowly finish. A sounding pop came from his fingers pulling out of you. He puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste of ecstasy. He curses, eyes closed, as he relishes the familiar taste.

The plug still within your puckered ass, you crawled back to the couch as you try to chase your breathing. Yoongi proceeds to walk back to the bag you left just near the door and when he came back to you, he pulled out a blindfold and a huge 8 inch pink dildo from your bag and placing it on the table in front of you. Yoongi, now fully naked, stood tall as he beckons you to remove all your clothes. “Stand up and sit down on my cock.”

Yoongi grins as he sees you eagerly standing up and waits for him to sit down. As soon as he sat down, he pats his thigh to gesture you to finally have what you’ve been eagerly waiting for. You turn around and before you sat down, you try to pull out the plug. Yoongi sees this and smacks your ass, granting a whimper from you. “I thought I told you not to do anything unless you’re told to. Keep it in!”

He groans like a beast from behind you as he placed both his hand on your waist. He pulls you down and lets his cock claim your pussy not a moment long. You whimper at the violent stretch and even more so when Yoongi started furiously humping his hips off the couch to fuck you harder. You noodle out sensual and erotic moans as you place your hands behind you and on Yoongi’s chest. “You’re so fucking tight.” He squeezed your waist so hard that the ache lingered when his hands left your skin. “You’re milking me. I won’t last if you’re this tight.” He lets out a guttural groan while he inch closer to your body. He marks you intensely on the crook of your neck. His hands wandered in front of you and tightly squeezed your breasts.

It feels so nice and naughty as you submit to the bliss of your love making. The pain from his rough hands is so gentle yet very shameless as well. He felt like a lion starving for his prey, you, who is presented on a silver platter. Every thrust of his cock feels primal. This reversal of roles is new to both of you but you find yourself finely adjusting.

“Do you want me to fill your ass with my hot…and sticky cum?” He sensually whispers into your ears. You quickly turn intoxicated with his erotic voice, scorching hot inside your chest and seeping wet from your pussy at the thought of him equally fucking your hard from your ass.

“Yes, sir. I would love that.” You turn your face to the side, surprising him with a slow and succulent lick across his lips. You felt like a drug to Yoongi, being this submissive to his every whim and drunk on sex. Something good actually came out from having to part with you for three weeks.

He pushes you off and eyes the anal plug still attached to you. He did not expect you to suddenly shake and cum again after he pulled out the plug. You dropped down with legs buckling, but he caught you in time just before you hit the floor. “Are you okay? Is it too much?” He lets you support yourself, bending forward and hands on the table. He bent down with his chest on your back, cock still erect touching your pussy. You chase your breathing and took your time before you answered him.

“I’m okay baby. Just getting used to this new you.” You giggled as you kiss his cheeks. “I promise to use our safe word if it’s too much.” He laughs as he felt you wiggle your butt on his cock.

“Always hungry for me, kitten?” he lets his hands comb through your hair before pulling it all back. You straighten your back, presenting your ass to him. He holds his cock in his hand, aligning it with your tight puckered muscle. “Put the blindfold and get the dildo, sweet kitten.” He lets go of your hair and allows you to bend forward to get the items he asked. You strap the blindfold on and blindly let your hand wander on the table to get the dildo.

As you were about to stand up back to him, you sense a slow shapely pressure on your ass as Yoongi tries to enter you. The unfamiliar and new stretch had you delirious from the pain and pleasure. You both find yourself breath taken as you wander through uncharted waters. Your tightness from behind is nothing compared to your pussy. If you had known how intense and sweet this was, you would have said yes to Yoongi to try this months ago. Yoongi hesitates to push his entire length on you, still taking his sweet time to let you adjust. However, you’re patience is nearing its limit with Yoongi’s pace.

You push yourself back on him towards the couch, letting the both of you crash down. You scream at the intense sudden pain of having his cock rapidly filling you up when you fell on his lap. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he allow your scream to die down.

“How many times have I told you to obey me?” He squeezes your cheek, stealing the dildo from your hands. “I’m in charge here, not you kitten.” Yoongi smacking the dildo on your clit has your squirming and closing your legs. You can’t see anything and every sense you have seems to have heightened. “Remember who’s in charge or else, you’ll be punished.”

He gathers the dildo on the entrance of your pussy, lathering your juices around. “Punish me, baby. I’ve been a very impatient and disobedient girl.” You’ve now adjusted well to his cock. Yoongi saw you grind yourself on him, whining for more.

You hear him deeply chuckle then the dildo swiftly entered you until you felt it hit your womb. You try to suppress your voice and Yoongi felt this so he hooked his two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue to allow you to let your moans out. The merciless plunge of his cock in your ass and the unrelenting force of the dildo overwhelmed you. It was insane being fucked full by your boyfriend. You were submitting but you never felt this strong and satisfied when you were the one taking charge. The pain, the pleasure and the raw savageness of helplessness made you feel alive.

You respond to his each thrust with untamed moans, hands wandering on his body. You felt completely exposed and unguarded. “Tell me, kitten…” you continue to yield and moan for him when he whispered erotically in your ear. “Are you imagining somebody else’s cock inside your pussy filling you right now instead of the dildo?”

Your moans disappeared as you try to comprehend your boyfriend’s question. However, he continues to thrust in your ass and pussy, making your mind a mush. “I…”

“I think you have someone in mind and it’s not me, kitten.” His erect cock delved deep inside your ass, frozen from thrusting inside you. Although, he continues to push the dildo in and out with a force so savage, you can feel it bruising the entrance of your womb. “I’ve seen how you look at him. Do you wish that his cock should be the one fucking your pussy full right now?”

He gripped your chin with his other hand as you felt words stuck in your throat. You felt your chest tighten at the sudden confrontation. You don’t know if Yoongi is angry and punishing you right now because you can’t see him. He wouldn’t shame you like this normally so you don’t know if this is just the dirty talk or his true feelings. “Sir, I don’t…” you get caught up in your words as your blindfold is starting to get moist from your impending tears.

“I’m not angry kitten. I just want to hear what you truly feel. Whose cock, aside from mine, should be fucking you right now?”

It took you a while to get the knot out of your chest but you did. “I want Hoseok’s! Hoseok’s cock should be fucking me hard right now in the pussy while you destroy my ass!” You screamed. Yoongi slows the pace of the dildo in your pussy and pulls it out. You slumped on him, hungry for a reaction from your boyfriend. The blindfold is not helping the turmoil inside your chest. You want to face him and look straight at him to understand what kind of face he might be making right now.

“Good kitten.” He groaned from behind as he take the blindfold off you. You pry open your eyes, adjusting to the light. A naked figure stood in front of you as you rub your eyes to register the sight. Hoseok was standing tall in front of you and Yoongi, naked in all his glory and stroking his cock.

You jump slightly in your place but Yoongi pushes you back down, granting a sensual quiet moan from you since his cock is still deep in your ass. “Hoseok?!?….Why is he here?”

“This is your reward, little girl.” He continues to stroke his cock in front of you, smugly smirking to look at your boyfriend.

“It’s okay, kitten. I know you want this too.” Yoongi placed his chin on your shoulder as you’re still staring at Hoseok’s face. You turn to your boyfriend and you both stare at each other for a few seconds. You try to read his eyes, unsure if you’re really allowed to finally act on your feelings

“I don’t want to do this if you don’t, baby…” He sensed your panic so he cupped your cheeks to kiss you. A slow and sweet exchange of your lips made you understand that he really is letting you go ahead. He parts with your lips and sweetly gazed at you.

“I want this as well. Go ahead.” Yoongi nods his head to Hoseok, prompting you to allow yourself to submit to both of them. “This is okay. Take care of our girl, Hoseok. I trust you both.” You face Hoseok, who’s still furiously pumping himself to you. With the permission of his older roommate, Hoseok now shamelessly takes in your naked figure as he licks his lips.

He’s been wanting this for so long as well. He developed feelings for Yoongi first, when they became roommates. He’s been so good at hiding it not until Yoongi introduced you to him. At first, he was jealous and irritated whenever you would visit and stay at their apartment. The longer you spent time with Hoseok, he also found himself loving you. Hearing you come undone and screaming with Yoongi every night with just a wall separating him from the two of you was brutal. He loved you both, wanting to touch you and Yoongi as well. He was determined to keep it all a secret up until when Yoongi confronted him.

Yoongi suspected Hoseok has feelings for you with how he acted every time you were with the two of them. Of course, he felt something from you as well. Being quiet and reserved meant that he was very good at reading everybody else’s expressions and feelings. He was proven right when Hoseok confessed with his feelings towards you when he tried to confront him. He was taken by surprise though when Hoseok confessed to loving him as well. He didn’t expect it but also didn’t dislike it. Maybe something in him also feels something for his younger roommate. They did talk it out and came to a conclusion to talk to you about it. Yoongi was the one who initiated the surprise threesome. Hoseok wasn’t on board with it at first but now that you’re here, he’ll accept everything even if you reject him.

You let your lust and feelings take over you. You wait for either of them to command you. Hoseok sees your eyes change from reluctant to now willing to submit to him. He takes it as your acceptance of him. He groans as he walks closer to you, cock in your face. His cock smelled amazing. You take in the unfamiliar yet enticing smell as you sniff his shaft, granting a groan from the two males at the sight of you.

“Suck me now, little girl.” You opened your mouth to invite him in. Hoseok leans his head back as euphoria hits him from the satisfaction of having your warm and wet mouth capture his cock. His cock was different from Yoongi. He’s not as girthy as your boyfriend but the length is amazing. Your mouth is already full but there’s still enough left for your hand to play with. “Fuck, I can’t handle this. You feel amazing.” Hoseok wraps his hands on your hair as he started to furiously rock deep inside your mouth. You could feel him reach your throat. Your moans, now muffled by the huge cock occupying your mouth. Hoseok could come apart right there at the sight of your throat bulging from his cock and from the vibrations of your throat as you try to moan loudly, when Yoongi started tapping Hoseok’s hand away from your head.

“I said take care of her, not kill her.” Hoseok loses his hold on your head when he heard Yoongi as he pulled out of your mouth. You gagged and coughed but you swat your hands at them.

“Yoongi, I’m fine. I actually like it.” You swipe the drool off your lips and turned to face your boyfriend. “I’m not using my safe word, am I? So get on with it and fuck my ass full!” Yoongi and Hoseok, surprised at your outcry and commanding tone, just went quiet.

“I didn’t hear you calling him Sir, did I?” Hoseok grabbed your chin and lightly slapped you. “Did he allow you to take over? No! You’re our slut tonight so just obey us.” You were taken aback at Hoseok’s change in demeanor. You were a dom to Yoongi, but Hoseok felt different. You shiver in your place, unfamiliar with the feeling of fear from disobeying the sultry man in front of you. With Yoongi, you were willing to act as a sub tonight but it felt like you were really a sub to Hoseok.

All you do was agree as he slaps you once more in the cheek. It was not painful as you imagined. You know Hoseok still cared for you and wouldn’t really hurt you so you find yourself relaxing under Yoongi, waiting patiently for Hoseok to now command the two of you under him. “Fuck her hard, Yoongi, so that she knows her place. I’ll make sure to fill her pussy to the brim.” He licks his lips as both you and Yoongi stare at the dominant male.

Yoongi started to lunge his hips towards you, bouncing you on his lap. You scream at the pleasant sensation of being fucked in the ass. You see Hoseok smirking as he lines his cock at your pussy. Slowly, you felt him open up your walls as he continue to plunge his erect and long member. Hoseok gently bites and licks your shoulder as he tries his best not to come apart from the wonders of your pussy. It was heavenly. Filthy moans, your bodies tangled with each other, and sloppy sounds from their cocks entering you filled the room. You three were drunk from the pleasure, frenzy mushing your heads making you groggy.

You wrapped your hands around Hoseok’s back, pulling him towards you. Hoseok, surprised at the sudden proximity of his face with Yoongi, avoids eyes contact as he continue to fuck your pussy hard. Yoongi chuckled at the sight of his younger roommate getting shy despite being so commanding with you and him a while ago. He placed a peck on Hoseok’s forehead. Hoseok turned to Yoongi, now cheeks burning caused by the sweet kiss. They stared at each other, Yoongi sweetly smiling at him and Hoseok smiling at the feeling of being accepted by Yoongi as well.

You pull Hoseok’s face to yours, breaking their small moment. “I want to be filled, sir.” You gaze at him with eyes hooded. Hoseok realized that you’ve gone far off now and all he wants is to satisfy you.

“Little girl deserves her reward.” He looked at Yoongi and soon after, both of them pounded into you furiously. Overwhelming sensation from being full from both holes, Hoseok painfully fucking your pussy up up to the entrance of your womb, and Yoongi fully stretching your ass out. You scream as you let yourself in your bliss. You exploded from the ecstasy brought on by the two men you truly care and love. Yoongi and Hoseok moaned and squeezed their hands on you as they felt you squeeze down on them, milking them to reach their own orgasm.

You twist, still glued to them, as you felt their warm liquid fill you up from the front and behind. The three of you, panting, as all of you let your orgasm finish. Still twined with each other, you hugged Hoseok tightly before he parts from you.

“Are you okay? You came three times, you must be exhausted. I’ll prepare a bath for the both of you.” Hoseok quickly ran back to the bathroom, disappearing from the living room.

Yoongi lifts you up to stand, pulling his cock out your ass. He lets out another groan as he sees you leaking with both of their cum. You truly look filthy right now, but his heart won’t stop pounding in his chest as he take in your beautiful face. He swipes the leaking cum off your thigh and he pulls you back on the couch. He places his fingers coated with cum in your mouth. You willingly suck it clean, tasting the mixture of Yoongi and Hoseok on you. He examines you as you breathe deeply, trying to relax post-coitus.

“Wow. Baby. If I had known how fun it is to see you take charge, I would have let you do it occasionally. Also, that was awesome.” You hug Yoongi as you place your legs across his thighs.

“Are you okay? It was not too much, was it?” Yoongi wipes the sweat off your forehead.

“I’m fine, baby.” You placed your lips on him, intimately. You want him to feel your happiness and ultimately, your intense love for him. “So what does this mean? With Hoseok?”

“I know you love him and he does too. I’ve been suspecting it for a while now. I just waited for either of you to talk to me.” Yoongi tucks in your hair behind your ear.

“But I love you more. You’re the one I want the most.” You quickly rebut him, careful as not to hurt him with any of your words.

“I know, kitten. Trust me, I do love you both too and it makes me happy seeing the two of you together too.”

“But he’s your friend…”

“I love him too, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Hoseok suddenly appeared in the room. “I won’t force myself between the two of you. I’ll go wherever you want me to stay in this relationship. I’m happy with just the two of you knowing how I feel.” He stands straight at the edge of the living room, hesitant to walk further and respecting the current situation.

You turn to Yoongi and silently stared at each other. You quickly understood what this meant. Your heart felt huge and swollen at the amount of love you’re now receiving. You’re loved by Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Come here, Hobi.” You gesture him to come closer and he did, smiling enthusiastically as he knew that the both of you are now accepting him and willing to share each other.

“I love you both!” Hoseok crashed down on both of you, granting a loud giggle from you while Yoongi smiled silently.

No reward can ever top this one. Surely, the night is still young.

#btsteaspoonff #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts #yoongi x reader #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #bts smut #yoongi x hoseok #suga x jhope #suga x jhope fanfic

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briwates · 3 months ago

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when he gets the photo, he has to sit down. roly poly baby with the sweetest eyes staring at the camera out of focus.

from this asks game

Thank you for the ask !! i've thought all day about how to write around this prompt, and I finally found my answer :D it got a little long so fic under the cut

yohan was out of town for a work placement when isaac had called him. their much anticipated addition to the family was coming earlier than expected, shortening at once the number of days he was checking off the calendar since the big announcement.

An emergency c-section. heejin had been rushed to the hospital in the early evening, two weeks before the planned due date. yohan paces with frustration in the break room, wishing he could be there with his brother and sister-in-law to welcome this baby. The first yohan would get to see and hold up close. damned mandated overtime.

"i'll send you her picture" isaac had said over the phone. small consolation for missing the event. yohan would have to hold onto that until he could hold his niece, tiny and solid and real.

throughout the evening, he refreshes his email again and again, sneaking away from his colleagues on "coffee breaks" to the computer room, necessity of late afternoon work. the overtime was killing him even more than usual today, cases that usually piqued his interest now made pointless in the face of what he was missing at home. or at least, the closest thing he could call home.

the clock displays 10:03pm when yohan's phone rings again, right after the last of his coworkers wave him goodbye and shut the door. alone in the office, he jumps off his seat to grab the device, scrambles to pull at the charging cord and press the "accept call" button on his Samsung Eternity, fingers shaky.

"hyung ?"

"she's here" isaac tells yohan between sniffles when the phone is against his ear. "elijah is here. yohan-ah, i am a father."

"congratulations hyung" yohan manages to croak out. the excitement materializes like a ball in his chest that is about to burst. he feels ready to start bouncing off walls. "how is noona ?"

"she's tired, but happy. she's feeding elijah. nanny is with her" there is a pause, another sniffle before isaac adds sheepishly, "the emotion overtook me so strongly that they sent me to wash my face, i am calling you from the hospital hallway"

yohan chuckles. it is just like his brother to burst into tears at emotional moments

"who does she look like ?" he asks, curious to know. they had a bet.

"hmmf" isaac blows his nose "i think she takes after heejin the most, but you should see her for yourself"

the email. yohan runs to the computer room again with the phone against his cheek, praying, hoping no one has locked it for the night. the door creaks as he pushes it open for the nth time in three hours, the first desktop displaying bouncing bubbles as a screensaver.

"i have sent you her first picture." isaac's voice gets watery again "i will hang up now, yohan-ah. they both need me."

"okay" yohan breathes, hastily typing his password for the second time, urgency and and impatience making him fail the first. "take care hyung. say hi to noona for me. i will be home soon"

isaac hangs up shortly after, leaving yohan to stand over the computer again, clicking refresh incessantly.

when he gets the photo, he has to sit down. roly poly baby with the sweetest eyes staring at the camera out of focus. elijah is swaddled and wearing a hospital beanie, as pink as her pudgy little face.

yohan takes in her features. her bright eyes. her tiny nose. her round cheeks and sweet little pout. the ball about to burst in his chest only gets bigger, he cannot take his eyes off the screen. his niece. born into the world, precious and perfect.

yohan ignores the sting in his eyes and opens another tab to book the first train tickets to Seoul the coming saturday, the wait for the birth now replaced by counting down the hours to holding elijah in his arms, real and solid and forever his to protect.

#this is very cheesy sorry but i also just saw my baby cousin/niece today and i cant believe how much i love her #the devil judge #tdj fic #xyz #this is taking place in 2009 btw! hence the samsung model and the computer room/email sent pics. cuz whatsapp and kakao were released 2010 #thanks again for the prompt <33 #ask #answered #moots

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sparklyeevee · 4 months ago

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This is a small thing, but even if you're an American talking to other Americans, I gotta ask that you stop making assumptions about what people had the opportunity to learn in school. Like, even if I concede the point and agree that every public school system and accredited private school in the US has a curriculum that covers a basic grounding in civics (branches of government, how a bill becomes a law), critical reading skills, basic statistics, literally anything about the civil war (although tbh I almost always see this about English or Social Studies, not Math, Science, or History (as distinct from social studies), even if I concede that point, there are still about a dozen different ways to miss things through no fault of your own.

Some examples I have personally experienced include:

Pulled out of class multiple times a week during a subject you're strong in, for mandatory and unhelpful counseling even though you haven't done anything wrong, because Columbine was only a few years ago and you've been pegged as a potential school shooter since you were six. The assumption that you can and will catch up on your own through independent study is not unfounded, but you don't necessarily study exactly the same material as the rest of the class.

Partially homeschooled for a year. Don't know what the class was learning on Thursday or Friday.

Fully homeschooled for one or more years.

Skipped grades.

Educational requirements get moved around so a topic you were slated to study in the next grade is now part of the curriculum for the one you just finished, and not the one you're going into.

Your American Government and Economics teacher deviates from the normative curriculum - you learn a lot about local government and social justice, but never covered what the Supreme Court really is.

Your American Government and Economics teacher disregards the normative curriculum entirely. You spend a productive semester learning how to assess conspiracy theories.

You fill out credits at the local community college, and don't learn the same things as your peers taking the subject in your actual school.

Some examples I either did not personally experience or experienced with such complicating circumstances that my experience may be wildly atypical.

Moved to another school district with a differently organized curriculum.

Moved from public to private school or vice versa.

Moved across the city between elementary and middle school, or middle and high school. Your new middle/high school coordinates their curriculum with the three closest elementary/middle schools, not yours.

Missed a semester or more due to illness or family crisis, not held back because your math and reading are on track.

Fully homeschooled

Attended an unaccredited private school

Completed some part of your schooling in jail, a hospital, or another institutional setting.

History teacher has to spend the whole semester trying to counteract fascist and confederate propaganda your classmates learned at home.

So yeah, please just like, stop with "We did cover this in school, you just weren't paying attention."

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bloodyknucklesforme · 1 year ago

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Don't Blame Me 2.0 | Sneak Peak

So here's just a little sneak peak of my re write of Don't Blame Me. I've been wanting to revisit this for a while. I will post the rest of it in one go probably on Ao3 for ease but here's just a little peak of some of the extended stuff I'm doing. This is probably chapter 1 or 2. I haven't decided the order yet. It is 100% new material and I hope it gives a good example of what the rest of the re write is gonna be. Hope you enjoy 💕

Word Count: 2k

Nina stared up at the ceiling. It was ugly. Grayish plaster smeared across to form a minuscule mountain range. She was angry at them with their manmade topography. She wanted to climb up and scrape them smooth. She wanted to destroy something without consequence.

The bed in the safe house was too hard and the covers were too thin. Made it impossible to sleep and yet she’d spent the past three days laying in it. She missed the warm comfort of her old bed, layers of wool blankets and a fluffy down mattress. She missed the feathers that poked her in the middle of the night.

Kyle, sat guard by the door - rifle in hand. The curtains always drawn close. She’d long lost track of time, only gauging when offered food. Shopping bags laid scattered across the floor. Price had bought clothes, guessing her size and getting it wrong most of the time. She’d finally asked for something warm and big.

He’d come back with a large navy sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. They were nice and soft and the sweatshirt was large enough she could tuck her knees inside of it and pull her hands into the sleeves. A small comfort.

She didn’t like it here but she wasn’t given a choice. Hunted like an animal across countries and continents. All because of her father. Some people may be attached together with red string but he was the rope around her neck.

The house somehow felt more sterile than the hospital they had her at initially. She didn’t like it there either with doctors and nurses constantly prodding her. Taking blood for various tests, physical exams where she was expected to strip for strangers. Their hands were always cold.

A week ago she hadn’t even seen another person in years and now she didn’t think any part of her had gone untouched. She’d fought and screamed every time they pulled another needle out. They’d had to sedate her after she kicked a nurse in the shoulder and almost knocked her over. Price stepped in at that point and refused to let them do any more tests or exams until she’d relaxed. She never got the chance.

She woke up to a man forcing his way into the room. Kyle dragged her out of bed and into a corner, ripping an IV out of her arm. Price had met the man at the threshold. The intruder got one good hit in before Price slammed his head into the door.

Her stomach flipped, hearing his skull crack. Death wasn’t an unfamiliar face but she ached having seen him so often recently. How many just in the past week? She’d lost count. Blood dripped down the door, like a bug that got squished.

Kyle was holding her arm, bandaging where the IV got ripped out.

“We’re moving her.” Price said. “Now!”

Kyle scooped her up easily, carrying her bridal style, down the halls and stairs of the hospital.

“Kate, I need a safe house.” Price barked into a radio. Nina clung to Kyle, letting herself get carried away once again. It had been futile to fight previously so she allowed it now. She also didn’t want to complain about not walking across the parking deck barefoot.

Price drove while Kyle sat in the back, having her lay down on the seats next to him. She stayed quiet, she was good at that. Quiet and surviving. They drove what felt like hours around London in order to lose any possible tails. Eventually Price pulled into an underground parking deck and they switched cars.

The Russian was driving this time, she believed his name was Nik. A large white utility van. She sat with her back against the side. Her feet were cold. Kyle and Price flanked her. She felt like she should be wearing a black bag over her head.

It was dark when they got to the safe house. A coat was thrown over her head and she was kept bent over as they led her inside. Lights off until the blinds could be pulled shut.

“You should be safe here. Kyle will keep watch over ya,” Price assured, holding her shoulders. She was older than he was when they last saw each other. A stranger but the only person on Earth who seemed to remember her name. A friend of her father’s, his sergeant. He’d stop by their on base house often enough to be a familiar face. He got her a birthday gift once or twice. He’d had dinner with her family. She felt ashamed to say she hadn’t thought about him in years yet there he was at the edge of the world to hold her on the helicopter ride home. “How are you feeling Nina?”

“I’m okay.” What else was there to say? It felt like the ground was constantly collapsing under her and she was treading ice water. “I’m tired.”

“Let’s get the bedroom set up for you.” He rubbed her back as he led her upstairs. She waited in the hall as he checked over the room and pulled the blinds shut. She was glad they left her alone to sleep, even if one of them was always outside the cracked open door. She’d barely left the bed since. Kyle had moved a chair in at one point.

“Just keeping you company.” He smiled. She imagined the true reason was so he could stop her if she tried to kill herself. There was a reason she had to ask for any pain medication, there were no knives in the kitchen and the sweatpants came without strings. Truthfully she didn’t have the motivation for all that.

She thought about taking another shower or maybe a bath. Hot water on demand was another comfort. Something she’d missed.

She got up wordlessly and walked into the ensuite bathroom. Bottles, jars and tubes also scattered across the counter. Kyle had explained what it all did. Moisturiser, cleanser, masks and other words she didn’t remember. She slathered it all on anyway. It did make her skin feel less tight. If it made a physical difference, she wouldn’t know. The mirror was gone.

Kyle had taken it off the wall the day before. She’d needed his help turning on the water. Her reflection frightened her. She knew she was older, a woman of twenty five. She still expected to see a little girl staring back at her. In a way there was, how small she looked. How starved she looked. She didn’t like her skin or hair or her face at all really. Price had remarked how much she looked like her mother. She couldn’t even hold her face in her mind. She knew that she never looked sick like this. As tattered and forgotten.

She’d hung a towel over the edges of the mirror. Kyle took it down and she put it back up. He seemed to understand and it was laid in the hallway facing the wall the next morning.

She filled the tub with steaming water and squirted some soap into it. She wasn’t allowed to lock the door so she left it cracked to let the steam out. She sunk down till her nose barely scraped the water’s edge. She soaked until the bubbles all popped and disappeared and her skin was pruned.

There was a knock on the door.

“The captain is going to be back soon with food,” Kyle broke the hours-long silence. He was extraordinarily kind to her despite having not said more than a couple words to him over the past days. “He asked if there’s anything else you want or need.”

“I’m okay,” she said. She didn’t know what she needed or wanted. Everything seemed like a distant dream, half real. She thought about the things she ate as a child and wondered what was real and what was some elaborate coping daydream. It all just seemed out of her grasp.

“…Nina?” He asked. It still felt weird to hear people say her name aloud. It was something she had kept like a secret for so long. “Do you like cake?”

She could hear the smile in his voice. She didn’t remember the last time she had cake. Her 11th birthday maybe.

“I can have Price pick some up for you. I’d say you deserve it.”

“I’d like that…thank you, Kyle.”

“I’ll text him.”

Price arrived a little less than an hour later. She was back in bed, wearing the same sweatshirt and pants. Kyle had shown her how to work the telly. There was nothing familiar on.

Price had given up on getting her to eat anywhere but her bed, bringing up the food with a tray.

“Thank you,” She said as he laid a plate of lamb, rice and veggies in front of her. The three of them ate in silence as she periodically flipped through the channels on the telly.

“What day is it?” she asked as another holiday ad came on.

“December sixteenth,” Kyle answered around a bite of lamb.

She didn’t realise Christmas was so close. She changed the channel again, wanting to avoid any possibility of raising hope.

“Gaz, take the dishes downstairs. I need to talk to Nina.” Price said as they finished eating. She thanked Kyle as he took her plate and pulled her knees to her chest.

Price had a serious look on his face, more serious than usual.

“We have to move you again.” He said. She nodded, chewing on the idea of having to leave again.

“Why?”

“My contact in M16 believes there’s a leak and you’re at risk again. They shouldn’t have known what hospital you were in.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “These men are dangerous, Nina. They believe you know where your father is.”

“I don’t.”

“I know you don’t, love. We’re working on tracking them down but until we do you need to be kept safe. You’re going to the United States tomorrow afternoon.”

“The United States? Why all the way there?”

“It’ll be easier to hide you. You’ll be under cover, new name, travelling with one of my mine.”

“Kyle?”

“No, unfortunately I need him here.”

“Then who?” She wasn’t sure if she trusted anyone else. She wasn’t even sure if she could trust Price.

“His name is John.”

“Your name is John.”

“Different John.” He chuckled. “MacTavish. A scot. He’ll look after you.” He patted her shoulder. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Price?”

“Yes, love?”

“Will I ever be safe?”

He laid his hands on her shoulders and got eye level with her.

“I will make you safe.” He said firmly, like he believed it to be true. “Try to get some sleep. Lots to brief on tomorrow.”

The idea of having to move again twisted her stomach. More helicopters? More high speed chases down mountain roads? More bullets whizzing by? Her hands were shaking already. She pulled her arms into her sweatshirt and scratched at them. Every red line was a release of tension in her body. Another strange man who’s side she would be tucked into. She knew Price wouldn’t put her with someone who would hurt her, at least not knowingly.

There was a knock on the door.

“Nina? Can I come in?” Kyle asked.

“Uh…yeah…you can.” She pushed her arms back through her sleeves. He was smiling as he came in. A pastry box and fork in hand.

“Price says you need protein but cake has eggs so I think it counts.” He handed her the box. She laid it in her lap and opened it. It was a small chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and cadbury flakes on top. Her mouth watered. She wanted to feel the sugar grit against her teeth.

“Thank you, Kyle.” She said, holding the box close. There was a time when she was younger and she used to close her eyes and imagine a great big party with cake and balloons and streamers and friends and her family. She held onto that fantasy for a long time. She hoped the cake tasted as good as it did in her head.

“Eat it all if you want but don’t get sick, yeah?” He handed her the fork before going to leave. “Soap’s a decent bloke. He’ll take care of you.”

What a stupid nickname, she thought as she stabbed her fork into the centre of the cake and dug out a chunk.

It was better than she imagined.

I would also like to shout out some of the people who've supported this story over the past year. There are more than I could ever list (I'm adding as I remember usernames) but thank you all so much

@macravishedbymactavish @queen-ilmaree @argella1300 @purplemarmar @devcica @avidreadee123 @water-bearz @glitterypirateduck @murdersheghostwrote @sea--biscuit @coolmaybelateruniverse @pssytrux @mykneeshurt @yearningforsappho @celestiialspheres @fleetwoodmoth

I appreciate more than y'all could ever know 💕

#soap x Nina #Don't Blame Me 2.0 #Don't Blame Me

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angelthefirst1 · 1 year ago

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Home is where the heart is, and Daryl has plans to find her! ❤️ ❤️

Daryl had plans after Grady...

Plans to find Beth's missing body...

How do I know it was missing, and his plan was to find her?

Well, L'ame Perdue (Lost soul being a very fitting title) showed us a hidden template of the following things...

1) A repeat of Grady with all the parallels we saw.

2) Post Grady, where Daryl is separated from Beth, and he plans to get back to her/find her. She is the L'ame Perdue.

3) Rick and co post Grady were placed in immediate danger. Like the Convent is when he leaves.

4) This danger convinced Daryl to abandon his plans, come back to the group to help save them, and help them travel to Washington to find somewhere safe for Carl and Judith to grow up.

Daryl didn't get to find the 'lost soul' (Beth) the first time around, and his plans were put on hold, but this time around, it will be different.

This is it! The Daryl Dixon spin-off is all about finding that L'ame Perdue, we have all been missing for 10 long years.

Now, you may think you haven't seen what happened in those 3 missing weeks, post Grady, but you have.

You just might not realise it...

Let me explain...

Below, i will show you the same template i listed above laid out in L'ame Perdue...

Daryl says to Isabelle that "he has plans" and leaves.

We know that his plans are to continue on his journey, finding his way home, but she wants him to help her get a boy to a better place...

We know not long after leaving, he comes back to the Convent when he realises they are in immediate danger. He saves them and then agrees to take the child to a safe community.

Putting his plans aside...

Following this template, Daryl made plans after Grady...

If home is where the heart is, then his plans included finding Beth, his home!

Which surmises that he got separated from her and she was lost to him, just like Daryl got separated from America (his material home)

It's also why Laurent says to Daryl, "You're home sick."

Really, he's saying to Daryl,"You're heart ❤️ sick for, and missing Beth" 😍💞 because you love her and she's your home.

After Grady, and before being separated from her body, i can also tell you that Daryl told Beth he loved her and kissed her.

How do I know? because they have already shown us in part what happened through several other characters and scenes...

Magna kisses Luke (the music) as he is dying in the hospital and says...

Eugene and Rositta when he learns she's dying...

And, this scene between Daryl and Carol when they are about to go separate ways. This example is split into two separate scenes, but it's the same template.

First, he kisses her head when they talk about separation ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Then he tells her he loves her right before he leaves...

All are a deliberate but veiled telling of what the audience hasn't been officially shown - part of the three missing weeks.

So yes, Daryl told Beth he loved her before being separated from her.

She's his home, and he is trying to get back to her.

This time around, he will!

The missing three weeks after Grady has indeed been explained, but only seen by those who have eyes to see.

Carol and Daryl's activities in 509 are part of this unseen story, and what happened was an upside down and reversed version of 506 - Consumed. Where they are looking for Beth once again.

Daryl goes looking for Beth (his missing home ❤️) Carol goes after him to help him, repeating a backward version of Consumed. This is why Carol's character is being reintroduced soon into the DD series.

A deal was made...

Back in 510, we saw Daryl back with Rick and the group on their way to Washington - they obviously needed him, and a deal was made, like he made with Isabelle.

Something along the lines of...

I look for Beth (home/heart) and then come with you to Washington for the children.

VS, I help you get Laurent to this community, and you help me find my way home (❤️ Beth)

To Daryl, Alexandria was just "a roof," not his home.

Daryl might not know it just yet (because he thinks she's dead), but Beth is his home, and he is on his way back to her.

To finish...

For those who have been around since Beth first went missing in 413.

L'ame Perdue can also be translated into "Where's Beth?" 😉😊

It's all repeating and reversed.

Infinity ♾️

💫💫💫💞💞💞

#team delusional #team defiance #team beth lives #bethyl #beth greene #beth greene lives

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avengersassemble123 · 2 years ago

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||CHAPTER 4||

NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, KIDNAPPING, BEING HELD CAPTIVE, INJECTIONS, HOSPITAL, CHARACTER(S) TURNING/DEATH, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (WARNINGS ARE GIVEN BEFOREHAND THE PART SO YOU CAN SKIP IT AND CONTINUE READING FORWARD)

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"What the hell, isn't that Asami??"

"Didn't she go missing for a week?"

"Oh my god what happened to her?"

Asami walked inside the classroom towards Ms.Ren, while everyone stood in shock and walked towards the front.

Asami suddenly collapsed, making Ren and the students rush to help her.

"Ms.Ren.." Asami said weakly, her head on Ren's lap.

"Yes, its me. Do you recognize me?"

"He grabbed me..."

"Who grabbed you Asami?"

"...The science teacher grabbed me and locked me up..."

"The science teacher? Locked you up?"

All the students looked at each other confused but also shocked by the news broken out to them.

"Mr.Haruto? Huh?"

Asami instead of replying, whimpered.

"Asami get up, lets get you to the infirmary." Ren tried picking her up, when Giyuu halted her, "I'll carry her." "Okay" "Someone help him" "I'll help." Shinobu said, taking hold of Asami's one hand, "Me too" Mitsuri said, grabbing hold of the other hand, while Giyuu tried picking her up piggyback style. "Rest everyone, go back to your seats. Now." Everyone besides the three nodded, but hesitated to move.

Giyuu ran with Asami on his back, Shinobu and Mitsuri supporting the hands, in case they loose balance, while Ren was close behind. Suddenly, Asami started to get up, her hands holding on Giyuu's shoulder, "Asami what's wrong?" Ren said, slightly pushing Asami to lay down, trying not to exert herself. But unknown to the three due their adrenaline rush, Asami had started growling lowly, her open mouth almost leaning towards Tomioka's neck her, her now feral teeth almost touching he gulping neck, when they all entered, alerting the infirmary nurse, Tamayo, who was with her assistant, Yushiro.

Both of their eyes widened in realization at looking at their bloodied patient.

"Quick Tamayo, she needs help."

Yushiro rushed to prepare the materials, while Tamayo checked her temperature. "Her temperature is way too low.." Tamayo said showing the thermometer to Ren and Yushiro, which showed 29.1C. Just then Asami started wrangling on the bed, her body pulsatng and moving weirdly, bones unknowingly being cracked, veins pulsating around her body. "Miss Tamayo it's ready." Yushiro said, pointing to the medical equipment. "Hold this down so she won't kick this off." Tamayo said grabbing the blankets and throwing it over Asami. Giyuu, Shinobu, Mitsuri, Ren and Yushiro grabbed the blankets, holding it down, trying to still growling and roaring Asami's inhuman movements. "It's okay.." Ren tryed assuring Asami. "Please call an ambulance. Meanwhile I'll sedate her and Yushiro will clean her wounds. "Okay." Ren said, gesturing the students to hold tight.

"The science teacher gave me a strange shot.." All eyes turned towards a struggling Asami.

"A shot? Mr. Haruto gave you a shot?" Ren asked he student.

"He tried to kill me.." Asami whimpered.

"Asami, what shot?" Ren tried seeking answers from her student.

"I'm going to kill them all..." Asami growled deeply, and the next moment, her head moved around, her mouth opening and closing, teeth being clashed with force. She moved her head around trying to bite the hands holding her down. Asami teeth ended almost near Shinobu's hand, making Shinobu back away, her other hand holding her almost bit hand.

"Are you okay?" Ren asked, her one hand holding Shinobu's hand while the other holding down the blanket.

"I'm okay, it's just a scratch." Shinobu assured Ren.

"Hold her down, while I give her a shot." Tamayo said nearing towards Asami with a sedate in her hand. Everyone grabbed the blanket tightly while Tamayo tried giving Asami the sedate. "Just a second, okay Asami? Just a second. Hold on."

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She'll be taken to the main Kyoto hospital, so you needn't worry now, We'll take it from here.

Thank you so much, officer, I'm so glad that you are able to help us"

"No problem ma'am. Its our duty to help you."

Ren was talking to the Gyomei Himejima, an intern paramedic officer while Kanae was bandaging Shinobu's wound. "Be careful okay? I know i pester you a lot sometimes but i don't wanna see you hurt-" "I know nee-san, ill take care of myself, besides i still wanna work alongside you.." Shinobu replied making Kanae chuckle. "Does it hurt?" Kanae asked while tightening the bandage around Shinobu's wrist, "Nope, the pressure is alright..By the way, how is your internship going?" "Oh its going well, Gyomei is also along with me, so we both are keeping up with the officers, plus a lot of things we have learned since the internship has started." "That's good to hear. And your so called loverboy and his brother is also good too." "Oh it's good to hear Sanemi and Genya to be okay, I'll inform Gyomei about this too." "You do realise I'm gonna kick Sanemi's ass if he attempts to do anything right?" "Hey come on now thats no way to act to anybody, plus you don't see me talking bad about my future brother-in-law do I?" "KANAE NO I DON'T LIKE TOMIOKA LIKE THAT" "Well i never said who.." "You are acting horrible to your patient and your sister, plus besides Sabito and Makomo, nobody likes Tomioka." "Yea yea whatever you say.." Kanae chuckled at her flustered sister's reaction. "Ok then the bandage is fixed, but take care okay?" "Yea yea you too stay safe okay?" "Yep i promise"

Asami was loaded in the truck, which now headed towards the hospital. The teacher turned towards her students. "Thank you kids so much for helping out. I've some work to do now so you guys can go back to your classes, and by the level f shock you guys have experienced i think you guys deserve a free period." The students smiled and chuckled and wished their sensei goodbye before walking towards their class.

Meanwhile Ren, along with the other subject teachers, had gathered in the principal Botan Takahashi's office. "Did you call the police Ms.Ren?" "Yes sir" "Why would you do that Ren?"

Ren looked at the principal, eyes furrowed, confused, "What do you mean sir?"

"We could've settled this by ourselves in the school, but if the police get to know then the news will spread like wildfire, and then no parent would send their children here, which is then going to lead to our losses." Botan explained. "Sir do you really expect me to just stand there while injustice is happening to our students?" "I understand that you are angry-"

"You called sir?" Haruto walked in the office. He saw all the gazes of the teachers and a disapproving look of his English teaching colleague on him"

"Ah Mr. Fukuro you're just in time." Botan exclaimed, just then three men wearing dark jackets entered the office, "Is Haruto Fukuro here?" one of them asked. "Thats me." "Mr.Haruto Fukuro, I'm detective Kenji Nakajima, and I'm here to arrest you on behalf of kidnapping a student and keeping her captive, more charges wil further be informed to you."

"What, she escaped? that student is out? Where is she? You need to quarantine her now. ITS NOT SAFE FOR ANYONE TO BE BESIDE HER." Haruto was then taken out of the school towards the police car while he kept mumbling angrily and repeatedly saying to 'QUARANTINE THE STUDENT RIGHT NOW'.

"I request the teachers to stay with me since we are going to have a meeting now"

"Yes sir"

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Tamayo groaned. It had been a so called eventful day enough now that she was in pain for some reason. She couldn't wait for the lunch break so that she could sit peacefully with her assistant, Yushiro and eat, and maybe even rest for a while. She looked at the source of the pain, which was her hand.

{FLASHBACK}

The students, Yushiro and Ren were holding the blanket down, while Tamayo tried to sedate Asami, when unfortunately her hand was way too close to Asami's mouth, leading to her biting Tamayo's hand, making Tamayo let out a painful cry, but continued to try sedating Asami, which was finally successful."

{FLASHBACK END}

Tamayo now looked at the deep bite mark on her hand. She could see the rdeep red of the wound and the veins protuding on her wound. Tamayo felt a wave nausea hit her, leading her to slightly loose her balance. Yushiro quickly reached out to her so she could not fall down. " Are you alright Ms. Tamayo?" Yushiro asked concernly. Tamayo nodded, but then she could feel something flow down her nose. She touched and say red liquid on her fingers. She saw herself in a mirror and saw her eyes darkening, the next second she started retching, leading to Yushiro frantically calling out to her asking if she is okay and rushed around the room to fing the appropriate equipments and drugs.

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10 mins later, the bell rang, signalling the lunch break started. Students started heading out the classrooms.

Osamu walked in the corridors with his friend, Suneo, when they heard grunting noises from the infirmary.

"The hell is going on there?" Osamu walked and opened the door, where he saw the infirmary nurse standing a few feet away from the door, her feet twisted in a weird way, her body shaking in a weird way, grunting and groaning. "Hey are you drunk? You know drinking is not allowed during duty you know?" Osamu joked making the students around him laugh.

Tamayo turned around, blood coating her mouth, eyes darkened, growling, and behind her laid Yushiro's still body leaning on the wall, with his neck bitten, blood flowing out from the wound.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH?!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!" Osamu yelled in terror, while the other students also screamed and gasped, witnessing the view.

Tamayo screeched and roared and ran towards Osamu, which Osamu dodged, leading to the now inhuman lady to hit her head on the wall hard, making her fall down. "ARE YOU CRAZY BITCH? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!" One of the students yelled. The now inhuman lady, rapidly crawled towards Osamu's friend, making him kick her in the face. She got up and ran towards the friend and bit his neck hard, removing a chunk of flesh from his neck. Everybody screamed and chaos had ensued, the now bitten friend started convulsating and shaking, making him bend and screech inhumanly before running towards Osamu and biting him in the face.

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Asami's body was passed under the CT scan. Her body was being scanned when suddenly, her body started to shake uncontrollably, making the two doctors scanning her, panic, they brought her out of the scan, and started inspecting her, when suddenly she bit one of the doctors in hand, making the doctor scream, while the other tried to free his fellow doctor's hand. Asami fell down the bed, her body bending in an inhuman way.

Noises and screams could be heard from the scanning room. A nurse opened the room, when he saw one of the doctors, shaking uncontrollably in the ground while the other had a hand stopping the bleeding from his neck, calling out for help, when the nurse was taken down by Asami which bit on his stomach, removing his stomach from his internal body, making everyone around screech and run in terror. The now inhuman cannibalistic Asami began to crawl on the floor in a surprising speed, biting almost everything in the way.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

BAHAHA YALL HATE ME NOW DON'T YA? WELL SACRIFICES ARE NEEDED TO MAKE A STROY GRAND OR LETS SAY TRAGIC....

IF THIS MADE YALL CRY THENN OH OH OHH YOU'RE GONNA CRY MORE

(OH AND UPDATE IS THAT I HAVE ACTUALLY CHANGED SABITO INFORMATION SO PLEASE CHECK OUT THE DATABASE -THIS IS TO THE READERS WHO HAVE READ IT BEFORE THE EDIT)

BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, I MADE THIS ONE LONGER THAN THE PREVIOS ONES (I COMPLETED TWO CHAPTERS TODAY DAMN).

BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT.

DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE VOTES OR COMMENTS (I KNOW YALL ARE GONNA COME AFTER ME FOR THIS).

TILL THEN STAY TUNED.

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finxwrites · 2 years ago

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A boy walks out of the wreckage of Hawkins lab with blood on his bare feet and cement dust in his hair. He is the only survivor.

The local police pick him up. Word reaches the Department of Energy—specifically, word reaches Branch Director Ardeth, who sees an opportunity. The boy is set up in Hawkins, Indiana with a fake father, a fake school record, and, for the first time in his life, a name.

Word never reaches the actual director of the program. The last of Dr. Ganth Grayle’s experiments is presumed to have died with him.

. . .

Only that’s not quite true either, because he wasn’t the last. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say that Dr. Ganth Grayle wasn’t the lone genius he believed himself to be.

. . .

Gorbel’s little sister Lyra is the worst. He’s not the only one who thinks so. All his friends agree—his real friends, that is.

One of the downsides of a dad who owns half the town is having to go to a lot of fancy parties, and when there are only two other kids your age at every single one of these fancy parties, you end up getting to know each other pretty well whether you want to or not. Kirien and Timmon also used to think Lyra was insufferable, but at some point they decided she’s cute, the traitors. They humor all her stupid antics and play dress-up games and have tea parties. It’s disgusting.

But Lyra is still his sister. So when she comes home sobbing uncontrollably because her dumb schoolyard boyfriend, Odalion, has gone missing, Gorbel gives her an awkward hug and lets her dampen his shirt with her tears.

He’s not sure what possesses him to call Kirien. Maybe it’s just that the last time Lyra stubbed her toe and went into histrionics about it, Kirien handled it with such cool competence that Lyra hiccuped herself into silence in sheer shock and barely threw a tantrum the whole following week. Maybe it’s just that Kirien is the most sensible person Gorbel knows, not that he’d ever admit it out loud, and he wants someone to handle this who actually knows what they’re doing.

Kirien listens patiently to Lyra’s broken explanation, puts her hands on Lyra’s shoulders, and says firmly, “We’re going to find him.”

Gorbel blanches. “The police are going to find him,” he protests, but he already knows it’s useless. No force on this or any Earth can stop Kirien when she’s decided there’s a mystery to be solved.

Kirien, Gorbel, and Timmon are in the woods looking for Odalion despite the rain, and the cold, and the fact that Gorbel’s foul mood is a tangible aura around him, and the way Timmon has been chatting blithely about the stupidest topics under the sun literally the entire time they’ve been out there. Three times now Gorbel has angrily declared he’s going home, and three times now Kirien has fixed him with a gimlet glare and said he is not, and three times now Kirien has been right.

This is frankly the best time Kirien has had in weeks. This is an adventure, a real adventure, this is a heroic quest and they’re going to be heroes! She can already taste the sweet victory of being the one to find Odalion and bring him home safe.

Of the three of them, she’s the only one actually expecting to find a boy in the woods. But even she jumps in shock when a wraith appears between the trees ahead of them, as if he materialized while she was blinking.

He’s white as a ghost from head to toe. He’s not Odalion—he’s too old, closer to their twelve-to-thirteen range than Lyra’s eight. He’s dressed in some kind of weird…hospital gown? He looks bald, although when he gets closer they’ll realize that he has snow white hair shaved close to his head. It’s uncomfortably reassuring to see mud splattered on his bare feet and up his ankles—evidence that he’s a real person, with weight in the world.

His wide, pale eyes are fixed on Gorbel. Kirien and Timmon both turn to Gorbel, but he seems as spooked as they are. Kirien swallows and steps forward. “Are you lost?”

The boy’s eyes dart to her. He doesn’t answer. Kirien takes another step forward, and he stumbles back in fear.

Kirien stops at once. She crouches down to make herself smaller, because that works with frightened cats and that’s her only frame of reference here. “It’s okay,” she croons. “We’re not going to hurt you. My name’s Kirien. What’s your name?”

The boy doesn’t answer. He just stares at her, and after a moment his eyes flick to Gorbel and back again. He seems to be warring with himself.

“He won’t hurt you either,” Kirien promises. “He’s a big softie under all that bluster.”

“Hey—” The boy jumps at Gorbel’s angry tone. Gorbel cuts himself off without another word. “I am not,” he grumbles, but quiet so only Timmon can hear.

Kirien ignores him. “Do you need help?” she asks the silent boy. Then she decides that was a stupid question, because he’s barefoot and shivering in the rain in the middle of the woods. “We’ll help you,” she says. “Do you know how to get back home?”

The boy steps back at that, alarm all over his face, and shakes his head furiously. Kirien puts her hands up. “Okay, okay! No going home, got it.”

(Timmon asks, “Why wouldn’t he want to go back home? It’s gotta be better than here.” Gorbel shushes him.)

“Is there someone you can trust?” Kirien tries next. “An aunt or uncle, or grandparents…” Her ideas end there, and the boy doesn’t react to either option. She bites her lip, trying to think of what else they can offer. She knows enough to understand why someone might not want to be anywhere near their family, but she doesn’t know where else a kid can actually go. There aren’t any orphanages in Hawkins. Even if there were, all the books she’s read make orphanages sound like a fate worse than death.

The boy’s eyes flash to Gorbel again. He frowns minutely, and Kirien gets the feeling he’s trying to gather his courage. She tries to make her face as open and encouraging as she can.

When he speaks, it’s so quiet she can barely hear it over the water dripping through the trees all around them. He says a single word: “Brother.”

Kencyrath, Stranger Things AU

hell yeah this is a great one! this is for this writing meme, which I’m still doing if anyone has prompts to send in. the meme says I'm supposed to set this au up, not write the intro, but I am bad at following directions and this was a phenomenal distraction throughout the first plane ride. honestly for something written on a plane I think it's an absolute banger, so here we go!

The last time Tori saw his sister, they were both seven years old.

He doesn’t remember how it began. He remembers screams, his sister’s fingers digging into his arms deep enough to bruise the bone, his own hands gripping her arms just as tightly. The scientists didn’t separate them often, not after the time they’d kept the two of them out of each other’s range for ten days. Ever since then, Tori and his sister fought like wild things at the slightest hint it might happen again.

So he remembers screams, and he remembers pain. He remembers fear. He remembers arms around his waist, pulling him away from her. But in the next memory he has, the wall was already torn open like a wound, the orderlies that had been holding them both were dead, and his sister stood between him and a creature he had no words to describe.

She was screaming, one long shrill shriek of pure fury. The creature was screaming back, a strange rattling sort of roar. It was splayed out in midair, writhing.

In the next memory Tori has, the creature is gone. The wound in the wall has healed. The wall is scabbed in strange, mottled patches. And Tori is alone in a room of bloody corpses.

His sister has disappeared.

. . .

Only that’s not quite true. For one thing, in his nightmares, Tori remembers more than he can bear to believe. For another thing—that wasn’t the last time he saw his sister.

. . .

The last time Tori saw his sister, he was fifteen years old. She was not.

Tori doesn’t remember this wound opening, either. Just pain, and fear, and then—

Tori was already running when he heard a high shriek that warbled like it was coming from underwater, nearly drowning out the sound of his harsh breaths and his bare feet slapping against the floors. And then one of the spreading patches of filmy gray mucus on the wall ahead of him began to glow a sickly red.

He saw his sister through a window between worlds. His steps faltered without his willing it, his heart stuttering in his chest, the gasping scrape of his own breaths forgotten as he slowed. She was fighting that same creature, or else one like it. She tore deep black gouges in it with her nails—with her claws, long and vicious claws, just like the creature’s own.

Tori’s sister leapt at the creature and climbed it like a stepladder. She wrapped her legs around its neck and tore one of the petals of its head with her bare hands, heedless of how they bled on the creature’s rows of teeth. Her screeching cry rose and fell with her rage, only ever stopping long enough for her to draw breath. The sound of it was eerie and alien in Tori’s ears, distorted as it was across the membrane between worlds, and across the years since he had heard it last.

Tori only realized he had reached the window between worlds when he felt its slimy surface taut against his palms. The membrane that stretched across the hole barely gave when he pushed against it. It was translucent like badly made glass, his sister fogged and blurred on the other side. He couldn’t tell where the sickly pinkish light was coming from, but it lit her furious brawl with the creature from odd angles, stretching both their shadows into monsters.

Tori raised a fist to bang against the membrane, opened his mouth to scream, and—stopped. He was afraid. If the creature heard, it would come for him. And Tori had never developed his sister’s particular gifts. He would be helpless. It would tear him apart the way it had torn apart the orderlies downstairs. The way it tore apart the orderlies in his nightmares.

His sister’s scream cut off as she was thrown from the creature’s back. “No,” Tori breathed. The edges of the hole began to crumble inward, filling in with cement. “No!” Tori couldn’t raise his voice above a whisper. He clawed at the membrane, dug his fingers into it, but it wouldn’t tear.

And then, between one breath and the next, his sister was gone.

. . .

Tori is seventeen years old now. There’s a strange, rattling roar coming from the dark woods. He’s about to see his sister again.

#part two! mind the cut :)#kencyrath #I love the lordan squad they're so great #love the idea of them playing make-believe games of whatever genre kirien has read most recently #over a dozen fancy parties which are the only times they ever really acknowledge each other

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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago

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hey, first lemme say that i found your blog last week and i’m in love 😭 i went through all your blurbs in like two hours lol

not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are, would you consider writing about y/n being a doctor/med student and suturing harry after a bad fight or something? maybe he’s a bit tipsy and the whole time he’s flirting with her and driving her crazy, calling her “doc” and making her blush, saying “you should see the other guy” and etc

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on. Didn’t you swear an oath to serve and protect all in need?”

“You’re not in need, you’re just annoying.”

Harry offers a smug smirk in return as he shifts against the doorframe, wincing a bit as he cradles his hip. “Come on, Doc. Please?”

Your eyes narrow as you tug your lip between your teeth, glancing down at the ruby stain bleeding through the fabric of his shirt before dripping onto your floor.

You know you’re gonna help him. Knew you would the second he buzzed your doorbell and dragged himself up the three flights of stairs.

You’re just not exactly happy about it.

“Fine,” you agree with a huff, stepping aside to usher him in. “But this is the last time, Har. I mean it.”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs, just like the first time you made the threat. And the second. And the third. “I just need a band-aid and I’ll be fine.”

To this, you scoff, reaching out to hold onto his arm and steady him as you lead him to the bathroom. “Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes.”

“Fine. A band-aid and a kiss,” he corrects, and your eyes roll on their own accord as you gently place him onto the edge of the bathtub. “That’ll patch me right up.”

“Quiet now,” you instruct, turning toward the cabinet beneath the sink as you begin to rifle through the limited supplies you have at home. “Shit, it looks bad, and I don’t think I have the right kind of suture here. We might have to take you to—”

“No,” he interrupts before you have a chance to finish, and you sigh as you glance over the scowl on his face. “You know I can’t.”

“Har—”

“No.” His tone becomes dark, eyes narrowing with a fury you’re rarely afforded the chance to see from him. “Just…do what you can and if it gets worse, I’ll figure something else out.”

“Harry,” you nearly gasp, already annoyed by the ignorance as you slam your kit onto the counter. “You can’t be serious—”

“Easy,” he warns rather authoritatively but you barrel on, nonetheless.

“You’re fucking bleeding out all over my floor and you want me to just stick some gauze on it and call it a day? You need to go to the hospital and get the bullet removed—”

“It’s already been removed,” he grits as he glances down. “Dug it out with my fingers before I came over—”

“I don’t wanna hear that.” Your fingers find the bridge of your nose as you pinch. “Oh, this is so not good. You’re gonna get an infection and I won’t be able to do a proper stitch here, which means it could rupture and then—”

“Hey.” His fingers suddenly begin to snap in the air between you, calling you back. “I said we can worry about that shit later but for now, I still need your help with the bleeding out part.”

“All right,” you hiss, tossing the lid back as you dig through your supplies. “I don’t know why you insist on dragging me into this every fucking time. S’fucking ridiculous. There’s no point. No point. Stupid. So, so stupid.”

You're mostly mumbling to yourself as you place each item on the sink, but you don’t miss the way Harry begins to smirk at your rant.

“Yeah, but you’re a saint,” he replies as you rip one of the packets open with your teeth. “My own personal guardian angel.”

Another snort of indifference as you turn and gesture with your chin for him to lift his shirt.

He does, pulling the ruined material up his chest as you place yourself between his thighs and crouch down.

With focused eyes and determination, you begin to gently clean the gaping wound in his delicate skin.

He tenses, groaning softly in the back of his throat as he grips the edge of the tub and braces himself.

The muscles in his stomach strain and ripple as you get to work cleaning up some of the blood and attempting to bandage the area to the best of your ability.

This isn’t the first fight he’s gotten into. You already know it won’t be his last.

And despite what you tell yourself, it breaks your heart to see him do this to himself. After all these years, still dedicated to that type of life. The type of life that leaves him wounded and on the run.

There are times when you don’t think you’ll ever see him again.

And that’s what scares you the most.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you hear yourself whisper as you swipe your thumb over the bandage. “So fucking stupid.”

You accentuate this point by applying pressure to the wound as he groans—loudly—and leans back.

“Fuck,” he hisses, shooting a glare your way. “Was that necessary?”

“Do you wanna die?”

His expression falls. “You didn’t have to do it so hard.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for dragging me into this again,” you retort before eyeing your work carefully. “S’fucking stupid—”

“Yes, you mentioned.” He’s resisting the urge to chuckle at your frustration, which certainly doesn’t help as you shoot a peeved look his way. “Sorry, Doc.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“How about Doctor Angel?” he asks as your eyes roll and you return your focus to your hands. “S’got a ring to it.”

“Stop talking.”

“Doctor Saint?” His head tilts as he tries out the name. “Doctor Angel Saint? Doctor Saint Angel—”

“The next thing you’ll have to remove from your body will be my foot from your ass if you don’t shut up,” you huff before straightening up and tossing the stained wipes toward the trash to discard them. “So, please—”

Suddenly, you feel his hands slipping around your hips as he tugs you closer, forcing your eyes on his as you grab his shoulders to brace yourself.

For a moment, he merely looks at you, his expression soft while yours is surely startled and confused.

He holds you for a second longer before mumbling, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

You feel your anger dissipating the longer you stare at him. The longer you feel his tender, earnest touch.

Truthfully, you’ll always be here to take care of him. No matter what. No matter why. He’s your friend. Your best friend, no matter how idiotically inclined he might be.

“Always,” you tell him in response, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he smiles softly.

If you could, you’d ask him (again) to put this life behind him. That you’ll help him find his way out. That you’ll be there for him no matter what they try to do.

But you know he doesn’t want to leave it behind. This is the life he chose. The path. The consequences.

You just hadn’t expected to be the one to suffer for them.

“But don’t scare me like that again,” you add, slapping at his chest as you pull yourself from his touch. “Seriously, Har. I’m not equipped to hide your dead body or drag you out to the woods.”

He exhales a gentle laugh at this, rather proud of himself you reckon as he begins to straighten up. “Can’t make any promises.”

You help him to the door, eying the stain on his shirt with a frown as you debate asking him to stay the night so you can keep an eye on him.

But you already know what he’d say.

“Call me first thing tomorrow morning,” you instruct the second he’s slipped through the door. “And please take some Tylenol for the pain—but not too much—and drink lots and lots of water. And call me so I can make sure you’re not dead.”

“Got it.” He nods once, smirking to himself as he begins back down the stairs and your heart seems to go with him.

“And make sure to change the dressing every few hours,” you add, but he merely lifts his hand in the air.

“Will do.”

Except he won’t, and you know it.

“And if it gets worse, call me,” you stress a bit louder and you can hear the chuckle even if you can’t see his face.

“Sure thing, Doc.”

“And get some rest for fucks sake and change your shirt,” you finish as you lean across the railing to call down toward the second floor.

Now, he looks up, that boyish grin calming you more than you’d anticipated. “Goodnight, Angel.”

“Goodnight, asshole.”

With that, he disappears into the lobby as you’re left to clean up his mess. Literally and figuratively.

And you can only hope he makes it through the night.

You are so, so sweet, thank you so much for reading and asking 😭 I hope I could do your request proud! This was so much fun and now I'm thinking through BadBoyHarry's entire backstory and how maybe she became a nurse just so she could take care of him if he needed it 😭

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reidsnose · 4 years ago

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Nose Taps (spencer reid x reader)

overview: the newest member of the bau develops a cute secret language with the resident genius

genre: fluff

a/n: this is my first fic so my apologies if its bad lol i tried. also its very short sorry ! but yeah lmk if u like it :)

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From the first day you walked through the doors of the BAU, you were incredibly charming in a unique way. You knew exactly how to talk to everyone, an amazing intuition letting you know just what to do. Spencer's curiosity had fallen on you; he was absolutely enthralled by your entire being.

the first thing that caught his attention was when you hand had accidentally grazed his.

it was a small meaningless gesture as you slipped past him, but he thought about it for weeks afterwards, in a good way. he thought about your smile as you apologized for "bumping into him". he missed the tingles that shot up his arm where your skin met his.

the second thing was much larger, he began to notice your kindness.

on only your second day in the office you stayed late to help hotch with paperwork so he could get home to jack faster. it was not a selfish act to get on his good side, rather an act of complete and utter kindness.

you brought JJ cheetos when she was feeling down because you saw her munching on them on the jet once.

you even got morgan to talk about his feelings for 4 hours one night after something was clearly bothering him. and morgan never talks about his feelings.

though you had just recently met them, you showed them how sweet you were without even trying. and Spencer Reid was no exception.

you stayed attentive to everyone who spoke to you, and when you noticed that people would often interrupt him or brush him off, it didn't sit right with you. after talking to him about it, the two of you developed a system. every time he didn't get to finish his thought, you would tap your nose to show him you noticed and wanted to hear about it later. then, at the end of the day, either in the hotel or on the jet, you would tally up the number of nose taps and he would get to ramble about all of it to you. it wasnt intentionally a secret but it was kept between you two, your little thing.

spencer thought it was the most endearing and kind thing anyone had done for him.

and you ate up every second of it, watching his eyes grow wide and then crinkle at the corners when he grew giddy about a certain statistic or historical story. you didn't understand how anyone could not want to listen to him.

soon, however, the nose taps evolved into something more. a whole little language grew between the two of you.

one nose tap from either party meant "im listening".

two nose taps meant "i have to tell you something".

three meant "i have to tell you asap".

an eyebrow tap meant "this reminded me of you" or "im thinking about you".

so on and so forth.

the team picked up on this little code between the two of you, but couldn't for the life of them understand what it all meant or when it had started. to be fair, they didn't have much time to decode while on cases.

to Spencer, this secret language was his most treasured peice of knowledge. And to you, it was your most treasured secret. and to both, unforgettable.

though Spencer had noticed your striking beauty when he first laid eyes on you, spending tome with you only intensified it. he found himself often marveling at the little details, especially on the jet.

the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the angle of your eyelashes, the blush that graced your cheeks when you laughed, the way you chew on your lip when you're thinking, even the barely noticeable wrinkles you have in your forehead from raising your eyebrows all the time. he was falling helplessly in love with every bit of you.

you did that same to him. admiring the itty bitty bump on the bridge of his nose right above the perfect little button tip, the curls in his hair, the way he puckered up a little as he talked, the way his whole face would crinkle up when he laughed really hard, his eyes squinting so hard they were barely visible. you were falling helplessly in love with every bit of him.

the team had OBVIOUSLY picked up on this, and though they would tease the both of you in private, they didn't dare embarrass you in front of each other. they weren't that sadistic. or so you thought.

one evening at rossis the team decided to have a powerpoint night. everyone chose a funny topic to make a power point and present about.

jj went first, presenting the slideshow titled "ways my clashing aesthetics present themselves through my sons"

next went morgan: "reasons i should be allowed to not wear a shirt under my bullet proof vest".

followed by Rossi who did "list of the fakest Italians weve ever encountered (they cant even pronounce gnocchi)"

after him was prentiss with "things i did while pretending to be dead"

and then hotch who made "ranking the bau from most to least childish"

then you went with "animals i think all of you resemble"

followed by reid who did "top 5 worst hospitals based on jello rating"

and last but not least, garcia. she went with "agents i think should just get married already we are literally not getting any younger"

you all laughed until the slide moved and there was a picture of Spencer and you, asleep on each other on the jet. his arm was wrapped around you protectively as you were cuddled up to his chest. you looked over at spencer who was matching your bright red face.

"y/n and spencer." garcia spoke before clicking to the next slide.

"wow she just cut right to the chase huh," prentiss laughed.

more images that the team had sneakily taken of the two of you riddled the screen.

one of you braiding his hair. one of him wiping frosting on your face from your birthday. on of the two of you mid laugh, mirroring each other exactly. a few more of you two on the jet, on cases, or even out at bars or at rossis with the rest of the team. so many of them and as much as you were embarrassed, you really loved all of those pictures.

"i really dont think i need to explain much, these speak for themselves," garcia chirped.

"i like that one," reid spoke up, pointing to the braiding one. ok so were going about that like this.

"i was just about to say that, but this ones also a close contender," you replied pointing to the frosting one.

"and that my friends, concludes my slide show!" garcia laughed.

"wait seriously? just us?" you laughed.

"yea.." she started, a giddy smile decorating her face. you looked over at Spencer and tapped your nose twice. he did it back but three times, cracking a cheesy grin. "see! and they have their little secret nose code thing! is that not relationship material?"

"you guys noticed?" spencer asked, clearly oblivious.

"duh." rossi joked.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #reid #hotch #jj #jennifer jereau #jereau #emily prentiss #prentiss #derek morgan #morgan #penelope garcia #garcia #david rossi #rossi #spencer reid fanfic

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slytherbun · 3 years ago

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confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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