#i feel like a hostage situation just walked through my front door

[sunseed-fandump]

This is for you

Which one

Keep ice juggler

Or bring shadow milk daughter (ice juggler) back?

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

So It Goes...

Gold cage, hostage to my feelings Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Rating: Teen. Summary: Today's the day you've been dreading... letting everyone know. Little do you know your day is about get worse... Dieter has to leave. Warnings: pov switching, pining, fluff, comfort, so much inner turmoil for them (don't worry they'll figure it out soon), call back to one of my favorite simpsons episodes, a secret reference to drag race because @devineconjuring is very funny, croissants Words: 3,400

A/N: Help, I've fallen for characters I've written and I can't stop writing out scenarios. If you love Dieter and Golden Girl like me, welcome back. The biggest most grandest thank you to @devineconjuring for being the bestest beta who lets me yell insane typo'd ramblings to her. She gave me the title suggestion and also is so smart and wonderful and excuse me, I have to go wave a flag with her name on it as I march in a parade in her honor. Previous Chapter Masterlist

*** His phone shrills him awake at 8:25. 

ALEX DAVIES CALLING

Shit. 

He gently shuffles out of the bed, instantly missing your touch when he delicately lifts your arm off his chest. He quickly tiptoes out the room and answers the call.

“Alex,” he whispers, eyes focused on the framed wedding photos that hang across the hall from the guest room. 

“Sorry to call so early, Bravo, but Spencer’s decided to go a different way and he’s going to need you for reshoots on Bittersuite. He needs them stat, so your hiatus has been cut short.” 

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How short?” He steps closer to the collection of photos, focusing on the photo of you smiling in front of a grand bookcase full of leather books. Your white wedding dress with the delicate threads of golden ivy flourishing across it catches his eye. He had downed drink after drink that night, trying to quiet the thoughts that rattled through his mind. God, he wishes it was him.

“Shooting starts Tuesday… back in London.”

His head hangs down. “Fuck,” he mutters.

“Sorry, Bravo. You good to leave tomorrow?”

“I have no other choice,” he grumbles, his eyes focusing on a backlit photo of you laughing and dancing at the reception.

“You don’t. I’ll have Court get your travel and hotel situated. She'll follow up later today. Alright?”

“Alright,” Dieter sighs, his heart breaking at the thought of 7,000 miles separating the two of you and not being here for you. 

Ending the call, he opens his camera and aims it at a candid shot from your wedding. You and him are laughing, your heads thrown back, your arm grabbing his. Warren stands with his arm around you, wearing that same sly smile he always has. Dieter zooms his camera in, cropping Warren out of the picture. Now, it’s just you and him. To a blind eye, it looks like it could be a happy bride and groom on their wedding day. He snaps a pic, feeling somewhat like a criminal, rewriting the narrative of your wedding night in his head as he quietly walks back into the guest room. 

You’re still asleep, splayed across the bed, mouth slightly agape. Your green pajamas have your old initials embroidered on them in golden thread that reminds him of the ivy on your wedding dress.

He gently lays back down. His jeans annoy him, but he didn’t trust himself to sleep in anything besides them. Like a self-imposed denim chastity belt. 

He replays last night–the secret moments, half-spoken confessions, feelings, and declarations swallowed down before they could escape. One day you’ll know. One day he won’t feel like he’s crossing a line. He just wants to do good by you. 

Two days now, he’s woken up next to you, feeling like he’s been in a dream. But everyone eventually wakes up. Reality always returns. 

Today’s the day you open the proverbial door to hell, letting everyone know. Today, he has something to tell you: tomorrow, he leaves for London.

He watches you peacefully sleep, chest steadily rising and falling. You’re the first thing he’s seen when he’s opened his eyes for two mornings now, yet it feels like something he’s done for a lifetime. You’re not his, and yet it feels so right.

You sigh in your sleep. He wonders if you dream of him. Or is it Warren? God, he hopes it’s him. 

He shouldn't feel this way. Your life will soon turn too chaotic, too unknown. 

And yet he can’t ignore the way you looked at him last night, eyes heavy with words left unsaid. He wonders if you truly know how he feels. If you feel the same pull he’s always felt.

He pulls the sheet up over your shoulder with adoration. He wishes he could stay in this bed with you forever, shielding you under his heart and the soft blankets. 

Tomorrow he’ll be far away, on a film set–surrounded by people, lights, and cameras–playing the hero of the story. And none of it will matter. Because you won’t be there with him. Because he can’t protect you. Because he won’t wake up next to you, feeling the warmth of your body next to his. Because he won’t be able to get lost in this temporary illusion of him being the one who holds you and loves you. 

He could wake you up and tell you everything. Confess all the feelings he’s felt for all these years, risk it all, take a chance, and gamble with his heart. But he can’t. He’ll continue to toe that line for as long as he can, too terrified of losing you. He’ll take his unspoken words with him across the ocean and time zones. Where they can’t hurt you. 

The morning sun shines through the sheer curtains, backlighting you, casting you in a rich golden glow. For now, he’ll stay here, laying beside you. Pretending you're his golden girl for a little longer.

–

Your phone alarm rings, jolting you awake. Your head is pounding. The bed is empty, but you swear you remember placing your head on Dieter’s warm chest in your drunken haze and being lulled to sleep by the tranquil rise and fall of his chest. You try to rub the sleep out of your groggy eyes, letting out a large yawn. God, you drank a lot last night. Speaking of last night–the realization wallops you upside your already aching head–the song confession to Dieter, the way his eyes rounded in sadness, how close he held you against him. The press of his lips against your forehead when he wished you sweet dreams. The feel of his arm wrapped around your body, pulling you deeper against him. 

Another realization hits. You have to let people know today because, once they know, you can begin to move on. God, you don’t even want to think of the prospect of telling everyone. What will you say? Hey, it’s me, Warren left me for someone else, but it’s okay. I was kind of miserable in the marriage as it stood. Anyway, see you around!

You shake the thoughts out of your head. First thing first, find Dieter, then get some sustenance in your stomach and some Advil for your head. 

“Dieter?” you call out as you get out of bed.

No answer. 

You walk down the hall, and the house is quiet. 

“Dee?” you shout as you head down the stairs. 

Nothing.

Did your feelings offend him? Did your drunken confessions spook him? 

The only sign he was here is that the records are cleaned up, no longer strewn across the floor. No note left, nothing. There’s no way he’d do this to you… right? God, what did you tell him last night? You feel like a fool. Not even 48 hours after your husband walked out and you’re trying to confess your love to someone else… let alone his best friend. 

Why does this hurt more than your marriage ending? 

Flopping against the couch, you feel ridiculous at how sad you are over Dieter leaving you like this. You feel the trail of a lone tear as it falls down your cheek. You knew today was going to be awful. You just didn’t think it would be this ba–

The doorknob jingles open, and Dieter walks in with a white bag and a tray of coffee.

You can’t hide the smile that spreads wide across your face when you turn and see him. 

“Dee,” you whisper.

“Hey, Sweets,” he sends you a lopsided smile. “Was hoping I’d be back before you woke up. I got you your favorite.”

"You're the best, Dee," you say, gratefully accepting the coffee.

You can’t even recall the last time you told him what your favorite food was. Something as simple as breakfast is making your heart race in the middle of your living room. “You didn’t have to…”

“Of course I did,” he interrupts, walking over and setting the bag on the coffee table. “You need food, and I need…” He trails off, his eyes staying on you for just a second too long before he looks away. His voice softens. “...I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly. “I am.” 

He sits down next to you, tenseness radiating from his body and the way he moves. He clears his throat, nervously raking his hand through his hair. 

You take a drink of coffee. Of course he ordered it the way you like it. “What’s on your mind?” you ask tenderly, turning to him. 

He looks up at you, and for a quick moment, you think he might tell you everything you want to know… but then he looks away and leans back, rubbing his face with both hands.

“I–uh,” he starts, then stops. His voice cracks. “I have to leave tomorrow.”

A bomb. Dropped in the middle of your living room. 

Your heart sinks. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He whispers, as if saying it out loud will make it even more real than it already is. “Spencer wants me back for reshoots. London. I leave first thing tomorrow.” 

Your stomach twists, the thought of him being thousands of miles away hitting you harder than you expected. You haven’t even begun to process the end of your marriage, and now the one person who has held you together is about to leave.

“Oh.” It’s the only word you can manage. 

His brown eyes watch you, his brows furrowed as he tries to figure out your reaction.

“Look, I-I wish I could stay here and not g–”

“No, I know. You have to.” Your voice cracks. “I’m sorry, I’ll be okay. You can’t just stay because…” Your words trail off as they reach your mouth, dying in your throat.

Because you have to lie. Because you do need him. Because you know you can’t do this without him.

His jaw clenches. His eyes flash through something akin to anger, sadness, and frustration. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” His voice is so fragile, like he knows just how much this is going to break you. 

“Last night… What I said… Did I–?”

“You didn’t say anything wrong,” he interrupts, his voice soft but firm. “You didn’t.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his hands clenching into fists as if holding himself back from saying more. He stands and paces the room like he’s trying to burn off the nervous energy buzzing within him.

“I told you I’d be here for you, Sweets, and now, I can’t.” He stops and turns to you. “I can’t be what you need right now. Not like this.” 

Your heart breaks a little more at his words. You want to tell him he’s wrong, that he’s exactly what you need. But you don’t. You just nod, because you think he might just be right. 

He moves closer, standing just inches away, his eyes searching yours for something. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but you want to give it to him.

“Dieter,” you say, your voice barely audible as a tear slips down your cheek. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to either,” he says softly. He steels himself with a deep breath. “But I have to.”

“Can we just have breakfast together still?” Your voice sounds so infantile and desperate. Another tear falls.

He kneels in front of you, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Of course,” he says, giving you the smile you’re going to miss. 

—

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a croissant, flakes scattering like confetti around you. This is undoubtedly the saddest party he’s ever been to. He smiles at you, and you return it, but the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He feels like a fuck up again. He feels sick to his stomach, his appetite waning as he studies you.

“How’s your head?” he asks softly.

You glance down at your cup, swirling the coffee absentmindedly, avoiding his gaze. “No complaints yet,” you reply with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood. 

Dieter laughs at the joke, but he knows you’re upset. Hell, he is too.

“You should have seen the line at the café,” he says, trying to distract you. “A guy recognized me and let me cut the line, so I got the last croissants of the morning. Sometimes this whole acting thing works out.”

You let out a weak laugh, but it’s barely a whisper against the silence that envelops you both. He wants to reach for your hand, to bridge that gap now clinging between you like a thick fog. “I’m glad I went, though,” he adds. “You deserve a good breakfast after last night.”

“Yeah, last night…” Your voice trails off.

His heart sinks at the way your words are left hanging in the air, raw and unspooled. It hurts to see you so distant. The croissant feels heavy in his hands. He places it on the table with a sigh.

“Look,” he starts, trying to steady his voice. “I-I hate this, Sweets. You nee—I told you I would be there for you, and now, I’m going to fail yo—”

“No, Dee. God, I’m sorry,” you turn to him, your eyes rounded with guilt. It breaks his heart to even look at you, sitting vulnerable next to him, still in your cute little pajamas.

“I didn’t mean to put you in this position.” Your voice trembles. “I just… everything is so overwhelming right now. I’m still trying to process all of it.”

He nods, his chest tightening with every word you speak. “It’s okay,” he reassures. The words feel hollow coming out of his mouth. He knows it’s not. He knows he’s lying. “You’re allowed to feel everything. I just…I want to help you, not make it worse.”

“I know you do,” you say softly. “That’s why it’s so hard.”

“Hard?”

You look away, fiddling with the edge of your pajama top. “Dee, it’s hard… because… I’m scared of what this means for us. For me.” You breathe in deeply. “Warren left me–no notice, no explanation. And now… here I am, sitting with you, and last night I–I–the song, you know. It feels like I’m just rushing into something I don’t understand, and now you’re leaving… for… so long, and I feel…you–you’re so important to me, and you’re–you–”

He interrupts gently, “You don’t have to say anything more if you’re not ready.” He can’t hear this now. He can’t. He stayed up holding you last night, thinking of that song and the lyrics. Eyes like sinking shipsOn waters so invitingI almost jump in

You nod, returning to your croissant. The bite you take of the flaky pastry echoes in the shared silence that hangs heavily in your living room. He wants to pull you close and hold you, but the fear and the quickly approaching deadline of his inevitable trip keep him at bay.

“What are you going to tell everyone?” he asks quietly. His shoulders hurt from the stress of holding everything back; he tries to loosen them. He feels like he’s letting you down with every word he speaks.

“I don’t know,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I’ll just… tell everyone the truth.”

You’re so brave. He swallows hard. Warren’s ruined your life, and now he feels as if he’s done something wrong too.

“Well, you’ve already told me, so there’s one person down,” he offers with a slight smile.

You laugh, and his heart soars, reminding him of the plane he’ll soon be on, traveling far away from you. Why can’t his brain just allow him one victory?

“I guess I’ll start with the important people and work my way down the list,” you shrug.

“Sounds like a plan, Sweets.”

“God, I am not looking forward to it,” you sigh, dusting off the crumbs that had fallen from your now-finished croissant.

He watches you with a mixture of admiration and concern. Your shoulders slump, pressed down from the weight of your own thoughts. His heart aches for you and all of the vulnerability you’ve shown him.

“Come here,” he finally whispers, leaning back on the couch. You hesitate for only a moment before sliding closer. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you in. His heart skips a beat when you lean against him, resting your head against his chest. This is all he’s ever wanted.

“Cartoons?” you ask, your voice already relaxed.

“Cartoons,” he nods, grabbing the remote. Now, this is all he’s ever wanted.

—-

The clock ticks above the television screen. Dieter has to leave your house by 3 to pack and get ready to go. You almost ask if you can accompany him, but you stay silent. You have too much to take care of today. Your family doesn’t even know yet. The sooner everyone knows, the sooner you can begin to heal.

It’s 2:45 now. Fifteen minutes left. You cuddle closer to him, relishing the feel of his soft shirt. He chuckles at Homer Simpson ordering a crab juice, and a small smile edges your lips. For a moment, you feel happy. You hum a peaceful sigh, feeling his strong arm wrap around you even tighter. His lips ghost the top of your hair as he takes in your scent with a deep breath.

The clock insidiously continues to tick. You wish it could just stop. That time could suspend itself here in your living room. But it won’t, and it doesn’t.

The Simpsons episode ends. Dieter reluctantly extracts his arm from around you. “I—need to get go—”

“I know,” you say.

He stands, the space between you widening, a chasm filled with unsaid words and feelings not realized. You watch him move, already mourning the warmth of his company as he slowly begins to grab his belongings. The sun filters through the windows, lighting your house in a bright glow, but all you feel is the darkness of your and Dieter’s impending separation.

You reluctantly rise from the couch, feeling foolish in your pajamas as he puts his sunglasses on and grabs his keys.

“Well,” he softly says, reaching for the door. “I should get… going.”

“Yeah,” you reply, trying not to sound as sad as you feel.

“You know, I’ll be back before you know it,” he offers, though the words feel like a fragile promise.

“I know,” you say, stepping towards him, bridging the distance between the two of you.

“And I’m always just a call or text away,” he says, his hand cupping your chin. “Take care of yourself, Sweets.”

“I will,” you whisper. “You too, Dee.”

You lean forward to kiss him. Just as your lips are about to meet his, he slightly turns his head, your kiss landing softly at the corner of his mouth. A bit of hesitation lingers between you, and a flush of embarrassment warms your cheeks as you pull back. He offers you a shy, sweet smile before he turns away and walks out the door. 

Why did you lean in? You feel like a fool.

He walks down your front path and unlocks his car, and with one last solemn nod toward you, he gets in. You can’t watch him drive away. You shut the door. 

Now it’s only you in your cold house, alone. You head to your kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and a wine glass.

It’s a pajamas and wine day today.

You pour yourself a glass and settle on the couch. It’s time to move on. It’s time to take care of yourself. You’ve got this. 

You spend a long time on the phone with your parents, reassuring them that you are okay and will be fine. Exhausted, you switch to Turner Classic Movies and find a marathon of war films. Oh good, nothing with love, please. You begin to write the list of everyone who needs to know as William Holden tries to escape a POW prison camp.

Dieter’s text tone dings from your phone. Two texts. Your heart pounds against your chest when you read them.

Hey, sorry about earlier. I just knew if I kissed you…. I wouldn’t stop

[writersblockiskillingme]

Call It What You Want | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (singer!reader)

Summary: You lost your reputation, but you gained something so much better.

Warning/s: angst, fluff later on, hostage situation, online bullying, hate comments, stalking, reader has a stalker, famous reader, mentions of guns and knives (light use too), marriage, pregnancy, about babies and birth, in this the song is referred to as Y/N's song (that's not true of course), pet names (pretty boy, gorgeous, love...), also skipped a few parts of the song (sorry)

Author's note: So reader basically entered her Reputation era, but with a happy ending. That's it.

Y/N - your name

Y/L/N - your last name

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

The cold breeze of the night in the middle of the giant city as you walked perhaps wasn't doing doing you any favors at all. The coat that you wore wasn't really doing its job. It was supposed to keep you warm during the nights out like this one, but it was anything but. You felt yourself crossing your arms in hopes to pull your coat tighter to yourself so you could gain some warmth, but sadly it wasn't working.

With a disappointed, quiet sigh you swang the bag you had in front of yourself hunting for your keys as you walked along the secured parking lot. You passed a whole lot of cars as you continued to trash through your bad, but not one of those cars was yours.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached your car, the sound of your keychain juggling as you tried to get a hold of the key properly.

The whole time you were walking over to your car you felt an overwhelming sensation of the feeling that something, or rather someone, was following your every step. Panic was drowning you as you tried to get into your car as fast as you possibly could.

However, once you finally managed to put the key in due to your shaking hands, you felt a hand covering your mouth. The last thing you heard was your own terrified scream before you drifted into unconsciousness.

°

The coldness of the uncomfortable chair send a million of shivers down your spine. Your head was pounding so much that it started to be unbearable. At that moment you tried to bring your palm onto the side of your head, but you couldn't move your hands. At that moment you noticed the tight rope with which you were tied up in a chair.

You felt a sense of panic wash over you as you pulled against the ropes, but it was no use. It wasn't working like you hoped it would.

Suddenly, though, you heard a sound that you were sure would haunt you forever if you ever got out of there. The laugh of the person that took you hostage.

"Don't worry, my love," The vile man smiled at you. "Now you can finally be mine forever."

It sickened you.

The way he approached you, the way he slowly reached out to you to place his hand on your cheek as he talked to you. You felt like you could throw up at the sight of it alone.

"How- how did you..." your voice trembled as you spoke, trying to hold your ground, but to no use. "Why did you do this?"

"I've been watching you for a while, gorgeous," He said, rubbing circles against your cheek. "You are simply gorgeous, I just had to have a pretty thing like you."

You were terrified because at that moment you realized that it was over. You were never getting out of this. Your stalker would make your life a living hell just because of the way you looked and the fact that you did what you loved since you were a child.

He slowly let go of your cheek as he stepped back, not once breaking the eye contact with you. You couldn't help but let one tear slide down your cheek. It was over for you.

And just as you began to drown in your own sorrows, the door of the basement in which he held you were broken down.

"FBI!" Someone yelled out, the flash of the lights that filled the room were too bright, you couldn't see the FBI agents that entered. "Don't move!"

The guns were held up, surrounding your stalker who was, thankfully, weaponless.

Your head was hurting you even worse than it did before because of the flashing lights, but you had never felt a bigger sense of relief washing over you than at the moment when they forcefully entered and you felt someone moving to you.

"Are you okay, miss?" You turned your head slowly, in fear that your head was going to ache even more. The last thing that you wanted was to faint now.

"Y-Yes," You barely whispered to the man who was untying you as fast as he possibly could. "Thank you."

"Reid!" You heard another man shout, his voice ringing with authority. "Get her our of here now."

Perhaps you were still frozen from the shock, but you didn't know exactly how you suddenly got outside. You were sat down as the paramedics checked over you. Your head was still spinning and everything was hurting you, but it could've been worse.

At that moment, Spencer stood aside watching over you silently. He couldn't help himself. He simply couldn't help but to admire you as the paramedics did their job.

"What's up with you, pretty boy?" Derek came over to him, his voice hinting that he was really for teasing. "You have a crush on our singer, huh?"

"W-What? No, of course not." Spencer felt himself flush and Derek stared to laugh at the genius.

"Really?" Morgan mockingly put his hand on his chest to express that he didn't believe anything that came out of Spencer's mouth. "Because, if I'm being honest, pretty boy, your staring kind of gave it away."

Spencer was growing more red as the seconds passed. He kept quiet up until Derek stopped laughing and looked at him.

"You should ask her out." He suggested.

"I don't know." Spencer whispered so quietly that Morgan almost didn't catch it.

Before Morgan could say anything else the voice of one of the paramedics announced that you were free to go, and Spencer felt himself suddenly walk over to you without even realizing it as Morgan continued to watch with amusement.

"Hey."

You turned around at the sound of Spencer's voice and Spencer felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs. Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars that covered the cold night sky and he felt himself getting flushed again.

"Am... I- I was wondering i-if you would like me t-to take you home." Spencer stuttered a bit as you made eye contact with him, listening to him speaking."

You smiled at him, he was truly, utterly gorgeous. "That's really sweet, but I don't want to bother you."

"Please, it would be a pleasure to make sure you come home safe."

And so, after a while, you accepted his request and made a promise in front of the door of your apartment to keep in touch with the FBI agent who saved your life and will continue to save your life for as long as there is air in his lungs and the stars in his eyes.

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

After all that happened to you with your stalker that was now put into prison, you decided to dissappear from the public eye for a while. You yearned for a break that was much needed. But with the break that you publicly announced and a promise to dissappear for a while you had to be more careful.

The trips to the simple places like grocery stores were yet another opportunity to dress up so no one could possibly recognize you. At that time, the number of the baseball caps, and a whole bunch of oversized hoodies, seemed to drastically increase and it continued to do so.

But there was a minor slip-up after 6 months since you disappeared.

It was a surprisingly quiet night. Spencer returned from the case earlier and you decided to take a walk around the town after visiting a local coffee shop.

You were so wrapped up in each other, soaking up every moment you had with each other. Sharing a whole lot of stolen kisses, looks, his hand nested itself on your shoulders, sharing laughter and smiles, eyes spanking. They were full of happiness and utter joy every time you were with him.

What neither of you expected was for Penelope practically tearing down the whole conference room, almost breaking down the door the next day just so she could get to Spencer.

Spencer was sitting at his chair, looking over the files along with everyone else when he found himself being startled as he watched Penelope waving the newest copy of today's newspaper as she practically screamed in excitement.

He was rather confused by her suddenly excitement even though it wasn't unusual for her. But once he saw her slamming the newspaper in the middle of the desk he felt himself getting pale.

Spencer and you made a cover of today's news. The headline, written in overly dramatic big letters with the fine print, read "AFTER 6 MONTH SHE MADE AN APPERCEIVE! FAMOUS SINGER Y/N Y/L/N SEEN WITH A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!!"

Just below the headline there was a picture of him and you from the night before. His arm was placed over your shoulders, bringing you closer to warm you up and keep you safe. His face was somehow, somewhat, covered by his hair because of the wind that couldn't be contained that night. Your hand was holding his that was slang over your shoulders. Your smile was radiant, your eyes shining as you kept your gaze on him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the photo.

"Explain yourself now, Spencer Reid!" Penelope shrieked, her voice getting higher each second. "What the hell are you doing with freaking Y/N Y/L/N!!"

He started stuttering so much, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but his nerves got the best of him. Suddenly, he felt a hand slapping his back sending him forward a bit as Morgan laughed.

"Good for you, pretty boy." Morgan smiled at him, teasingly. "Good for you."

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothin' when I look at him

Pretty soon a year had passed since the hostage situation which included you being in danger.

A year since you met Spencer, a year of nothing but love and happiness.

Spencer opened the door of his apartment and held it like that so you could get into the apartment before him.

You stepped into the apartment, shaking the snowflakes that stuck to your head on this, quite cold, night in late November. You stood still for a moment, admiring Spencer as he removed his purple scarf before quickly lighting up the fire in the fireplace so that the warmth could spread around your home.

However, you noticed the slight change in his demeanor as you sat yourselfs on the couch near the fireplace. You, however, decided to not say anything because you knew that he would say what he wanted to once he was ready. You didn't want to put more pressure on him, but the plain fact that he was nervous made you extremely so, too.

Finally, Spencer took a deep breath before he turned to you.

"I know that this might seem sudden," Spencer started as he shyly looked into your concerned eyes that watched him talk carefully. "But I feel like I know you for longer than a year. I feel like I've known you my whole life. You complete me in every possible way one person can complete another. You bring immense joy in my life every single day. You show me that life and even people can be good every single day and I believe you despite all of the horrible things I see every day."

You were deeply touched by his confessed, but you were slightly confused because you could quite figure out as to why he was saying all of this to you right now.

"I can't imagine not waking up to you every moment," Spencer confessed, looking longingly into your eyes and you found yourself surprised when the sudden realization that he didn't stutter once drained on you. "I can't imagine seeing you every day, listening to your voice and admiring everything that you do."

Suddenly, he stood up and slowly lowered himself on one knee in front of you. He held out a small box in his hand before he continued to speak. You felt like you couldn't breathe once you realized what was about to happen, what was already happening.

"I simply can not imagine my life without you in it," Spencer continued as tears gathered in your eyes. "Will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me?"

"Yes!" You spoke up after you had gotten over your frozen state of shock. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Spence!" You said, voice full of love as he slipped a beautiful ring onto your finger.

As you sat there by the fire, you knew that you had found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The snow continued to fall outside, but you knew that nothing could beat the warm feeling in the apartment and in your heart.

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

Two years flashes by to fast for you to keep up it seemed like.

Spencer and you got married as fast as you possibly could. You love each other more than anything and you were ready so you figured why not do it immediately. The life had been a bliss. And just when it seemed like it couldn't be better you found out that you were pregnant.

Spencer was overjoyed. He always wanted to have children, he always wanted to be a father. And now he could do it with the person he most loved, admired and cared for. He truly felt like passing out the moment he found out. And he did, but would always deny it with a blush glued to his face every time Morgan brought it up to tease him.

The moment your water broke all hell broke loose. Luckily, Spencer was at home so the only thing you had to do was to grab your hospital bag, keys and head to the car. You were 100% prepared for this.

However, you always felt like the moment it happened and it was finally time to go to the hospital you would be the one who would go into a panicked frenzy. So it was safe to say that you were genuinely surprised that once Spencer and you managed to stumble into the car and were on your way, you were the one who had the role of comforting the one who was in panic. Spencer was gripping the wheel so tightly you were scared that he would break it. It would be rather amusing if you weren't in so much pain already.

But after hours of labor and excruciating following hours of birth once you felt limp against the mattress, still holding onto Spencer's hand which you gripped so hard, but he never once complained, bless his heart, everything truly was worth it once you heard the loud yet at the same time soft cries of your baby girl.

Now, as you laid in the bed in another hospital room you couldn't move your eyes away from the sweet sight of Spencer sleeping in the chair right next to your bed with your baby girl in his arms. It was truly the sweetest sight you had ever witnessed. Spencer's messy hair was spread everywhere as his arms tightened around your little bundle of joy, but not to tightly to hurt her. The moment he got her in his arms, he wouldn't let her go. You guessed that he was afraid thay something unexpected would happen even though you gave your best to reassure him.

After hours of sleeping once you woke up, you could fall back asleep for some reason. Not that you complained.

You heard the door open and you turned your head that was still pressed against the pillow on the bed at the direction of the door. It was JJ, trying to enter as quietly as she possibly could while carrying a few cups of coffee.

"How are you, mama?" She whispered softly as he took a seat on another chair on the other side of your bed.

"Still a bit sore, but fine." You gave her a small smile that she softly returned. "I'm just so glad that this happened." You confessed quietly as you looked at JJ.

"I made a lot of mistakes in my life," You said as she listened to your every word. "But having our daughter with him... I know that I did one thing right."

I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say, I

I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)

A few months later another headline was released in many newspapers and magazines. There were a bunch of articles all over internet, too.

The newest addition of the People's magazine was laying on Penelope's dest by her screens. Derek soon enough entered the room with a curious look.

"Hey, baby girl," He greeted as he pressed a kiss on Penelope's cheek, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newest addition of the magazine. "What are you up to?"

"Why hello handsome," she greeted with a smile before she brought the attention back to the magazine. "Look who made the cover."

And sure enough, on the front cover of the magazine, at the very top, there was a headline written with big, capital letters saying: Y/N Y/L/N MARRIED!? THE MUSIC STAR WAS SEEN WITH HER HUSBAND AND HER BABY OUT ON THE WALK FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!"

Below the dramatic headline there was a picture of Spencer and you holding hands, dressed in warm clothes as you walked around the city on a cold, snowy November night. In front of you there was a stroller in which your daughter, Annie, was in. Your hand was quite visible along with the ring that was clearly a weeding ring. Spencer had his arm around your shoulder, showcasing his ring as well.

On the bottom of the cover there were some other news that were in slightly smaller font. You also released the new song after a long while. The song was called "Call It What You Want" and it said to turn the page 13 for the full lyrics and Derek did just that.

Penelope couldn't help but to let out a screech after she practically showed the magazine in his face. And just as Derek finished reading the lyrics to the song he couldn't help but to smile.

"Good for you, pretty boy," Derek pointed out, happily. "Good for you."

"Give me the magazine back," Penelope excitedly ordered him. "I'm gonna frame this now."

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want

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Dom!abby x Reader

Content: abby Anderson finds you wondering around a wlf camp and punishes you. (Major smut)

Warnings: cussing, smut, pet names (doll, pretty girl) readers kind of a bitch, if I missed anything lmk!!

Proofread: definitely not😭🤞🏽

w/c: around 2k!

A/n: so this is my first actual smut fanfic. Um ever..? So if it’s bad that’s why. Probably a one-shot, bc I don’t see a reason to continue this. It’s kinda shitty☺️

You flutter your eyelids open, and look around. You attempt to rub your eyes trying to adjust your vision to see in the dark room before you, but are stoped. Confused, you squint your eyes to see your wrists are being restrained. They are tied tightly to the chair you’re sitting on. Where were you? Your eyes dart around the small room, as your heartbeat begins to speed up in worry.

Just then the door to the room flys open. A tall armed woman walks in locking eyes with you. She stands tall and approaches you slowly. She raises her gun directly at your head narrowing her eyes and begins to speak. “Who are you.” The woman said in a throaty voice.

You feather your eyebrows examining the woman trying to better understand the situation. Her voice was calm. She sounds unbothered. You in the other hand were fucking confused. “Why the fuck should I tell you?” You hiss back.

“Because I have a gun to your head” she said raising and eyebrow, forcing the gun closer to you. The tip of the pistol pushing against your forehead.

“Fuck you” you mumble, looking away. “My names y/n”

“I’m Abby. And you’re on my turf. Now back off, or I put a new air hole in your head” she demanded, lowering the gun a bit. What a fucking prick. You didn’t know where you were. You were lost, but you didn’t want to admit that to the powerful woman in front of you. It didn’t seem like you had a choice though. “It’s not like I fucking new I was on your turf, im lost”

“That sounds like a you problem” she replied, paying no mind to you as she wiped down her gun.

“Well yeah, no shit Sherlock. I’m not tryna start anything” Your say sincerely. Or as sincere as you could sound. Your sarcastic tone always seems to creep in when you’re trying to be serious. Abby put her gun back into her thigh pistol Hollister and turned her eyes to focus on you. Her eyes were sharp. Yet calming at the same time. Now that she was looking directly at you, you can’t help but notice her beautiful features. You take this moment to study every part of her.

“You’re not very smart for coming on this turf, you know?” Her sharp voice cuts through.

“I don’t wanna cause any trouble”

And even if you did, you definitely don’t wanna get on this girls bad side. That’s for sure.

“Good girl. Now why were you wondering around these parts anyways?” She questioned folding her arms against her chest.

Fuck. “Good girl.” Being called this felt like fucking heaven. But now was definitely not the time to be blushing about some random hot woman holding you hostage calling you “good girl.” It was just something about the way Abby held herself. She was so confident In her words and stance. It was so fucking attractive.

“Like I said. I’m lost. Me and my group split a couple days ago. I went off searching for them, saw the lights and thought they set up camp over here” you speak again. Trying to take your eyes off her muscular body.

Abby squints down at you. She clearly saw you blush. Fucking fuck. “How old are you y/n?” She asks.

“20 why?”

“You’re 20, and you blush at me calling you ‘good girl?’” She takes a step closer to you now, an eyebrow raised. Her hands still crossed.

“Fuck, I was hoping you didn’t see that.”

“I did.” She says, her voice still rough, But low. Abby takes another step forward and her hand reaches for something in her back pocket. She’s so close to you now. Why did you feel so attracted to her? She literally knocked you out and held a gun to your head. Yet you feel like she’s the hottest woman on the planet right now. You feel your heart begin to beat faster. She pulls a small pocket knife out and holds it in her hand. Her eyes still meeting yours as she cuts you free. Once she finished cutting the restraints off she leans even closer to you and begins to whisper into your ear “well now that I know your easily flustered, I’m going to take advantage of that” she muttered stepping back.

Your heart felt heavy when she said these words. Her face so close to yours. Your stomach had butterflies swirling around. And you begin to feel hot. Snap back to reality. You think.

“Fuck Abby. You make me nervous” you say laughing.

“I hope so” she moved a strand of hair away from your face and moved closer to you. You look up at her with shock and comfort.

“I’m blushing again aren’t I?”

She smirked again before reaching her hand out to touch your hair, softly playing with it.

“You are. Is that making you nervous..?”

“Yes.” You speak softly. A slight smile crawled across her face, as she leaned her face closer to yours, her lips almost touching yours.

“If I do this, you’re going to turn really red” she whispered before leaning in and kissing you, her lips gently brushing up against yours, before pulling away and looking at you. Her face still holding a smirk. “Your really red now”

You smile and look down at your feet. Trying to hide your red face before looking back up at her with a shy smile.

“There we go, you’re a mess now” she said In a seductive voice, before pulling your body to her, and kissing you again softly. This time her hands slowly moving down to your hips. Keeping the contact, and making the kiss more passionate. As she pulled away she looked at you again

“You know, you’re really not as tough as I thought you were” she said with a smirk.

“What can I say? I guess I have a soft spot for you Abby.” Her face turned a slight shade of pink as she was completely caught off guard for what you had said, but she smirked and shrugged it off.

“Well I’m glad I found your soft spot”

“Now look who’s the one blushing?” You say, teasing her a bit. Your body warm to her touch.

“Shut up.” she said sarcastically before leaning in for another kiss. Moving her hands to your hair, pulling you to sit on her lap. Her face an inch away from yours. “Is this okay..?” She asks, looking you in the eyes. You nodd eagerly. Abby’s wastes no time and locks lips with you again. Holding your face in her hand, she starts to place wet kisses down your jaw.

And A soft moan escapes your mouth as she starts to nibble up and down your Neck. “F-fuck” you groan. It’s been forever since you have been touched like this. It felt fucking amazing. “Someone’s sensitive.” Abby teases.

“Fuck you. Just keep going” you say laughing a little. Not caring if Abby was teasing you anymore. Abby listens and continues to leave marks down your neck. Slipping one of her hands up your shirt and slowly rubbing your waist. You wince at her touch and grab her arm. Sinking your long nails into her biceps. You softly grind your body against Abby’s. Your Jeans rubbing against your cunt getting wetter and wetter by the second. Fuck, you were so desperate.

Abby begins to unbutton your top. making sure to take her time undressing you. Wanting to take in this moment. She looking you in the eyes while she does this. Holding your waist close to her still. She removes your top to reveal a small grey sports bra badly big enough to keep your tits from poping out. She kisses down your neck again, this time going lower. she pulls up your sports bra and grabs your tits in her hands. Leaving sloppy kisses all down your collarbone. “Mhmm” you whine as she begins play with your sensitive nipples. Flicking, licking, and sucking on one. With the other one in her hand. Then she makes sure to give the other nipple the same love. You close your eyes and your back arches as you hold back moans. Holy shit. Was she good at this. She then picks you up off from on top of her at carry’s you over to the small bed in the room. You giggle a little. She’s now on top of your kissing down your abdomen, occasionally stoping to bite down and suck. She was marking you. While Rubbing her big hands down your long body her fingers slip into your pants waistband, feeling your soaked panties.

“you’re already wet, fuck.” She said raising her head from your now marked torso to look at you. Her fingers slide your underwear to the side, as she slowly traced your wet folds. You squirm, and whimper, wanting more. Your clit aching to be touched. Her other hand grabs your waist to hold you down so she can take her time with you. She liked watching you squirm around in pleaser from just a graze of what she could do for you. Her head dragged up to your face her mouth directly by your ear “you like that?”

Fuck, her voice was fucking everything.. “Mhhmm” is all you manage to spit out. You feel Abby’s fingers speeding up, gently grazing your clit.

“I’m going to need you to use your words, pretty girl.” She added. Nibbling on your ear and down your neck.

“F-Fuck, Abby yes yes.” You moan.

“More, please abby.” It wasn’t enough. Abby Hums in agreement and quickly slides one of her fingers in your dripping cunt. Leaving it there for a second so you can adjust to the new sensations. You let out a loud moan. Louder than you expected. Abby is quick to shove two of her fingers into your mouth. And you begin to suck on them, taking a hint.

“as much as I want to hear your pretty moans, we wouldn’t want ourselves getting caught now would we, doll?” She whispers into your ear as starts thrusting into of you, curling her fingers hitting the soft gooey spot inside just right. Your hands search for something to grab ahold on and settle for Abby’s braided hair that’s now nuzzled between your thighs. She removes her fingers from in your mouth and brings them down to Your thigh, ripping off your shorts and panties. hugging herself as close to her face as possible she begins to place kisses trailing down to your clit. Her fingers still keeping a steady pace inside you, she licks a fat stripe collecting the slick from your puffy folds.

“F-fuck Abby. Don’t stop.”

You whine, hips bucking into Abby face. The knot in your stomach growing larger.

“M’ so close”

Abby picks up the speed. Holding your stomach down to have better access to you. You try to warn Abby you’re going to cum, but only pornographic sounds leave your mouth. You come undone right on her face. Squealing, and squirming away from the pleasure. She slowly removes her digits from your swollen core, and gives your clit one last kiss before retrieving your panties and shorts from across the room. She slides them back onto you and plops down on the bed next to you. You’re still trying to recover from your orgasm when she places soft kisses on your forehead.

“You okay?”

She asks with a cocky grin. You look her in the eyes and nod with a fucked out look on your face. She just holds you for a while after and you eventually fall asleep in her arms.

Another a/n: I don’t know how to end smut fanfics, don’t come for me.😞

[usagikookiejams]

WISH

Ran Haitani x fem!reader

⚠️ Warning: angst no comfort, violence, curse words, not proofread (sorry, too tired). That's all as I don't want to spoil the story lolll

Today was a very peaceful Saturday. You wish to spend the entire day with Ran; considering you got a good news to tell him. You tried to sleep in a little longer, your hand fishing for Ran that always sleep beside you. But to your dismay, he was not there. You woke up and searching for Ran through out the entire house until you heard a click from the front door; and Ran coming in. You went to hug his arm, swinging your body left and right in the process, "Hey handsomeee, I was thinking... how about we spend the day catching up with our favourite series and have dinner at night?."

You heard him sighed and forcefully retracted his arm; not even looking at you, "No thank you, I have a lot of work to do." You deflated, feeling quite hurt by his word but still, you insisted on spending time together. That is until, he glared at you while saying, "Can you just shut the fuck up?!! I got headache listening to you! Stop being so clingy! It's not like you are gonna die if I don't spend even an ounce of my time with you, is it?." Ouch... that was not expected from him. You masked your hurt by giving him a smile, "It's okay, I will leave you alone. I am sorry for disturbing you." Ran sighed and walked to your shared bedroom while saying 'thank you.' After you were sure that Ran was fast asleep, you went to retrieve your car keys and purse; deciding to spend time with yourself instead.

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"I adore how you're constantly by my side. Please continue to do so, your presence is utterly endearing"

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[Your POV]

That words kept on repeating in your head. You looked out of your car window to look at the entire city from the highest point of Roppongi. The word kept on haunting you, making you wonder if he was getting bored by your affection? You felt tears wetting your cheeks, you chuckled slightly at that, "How silly of me, thinking that he will always want me to shower him with affection. He is a busy guy too, so he must feel very tired and just want some time to himself," you monologued with yourself.

You went outside the car to get some fresh air. You looked at the city while stroking the ring decorating your delicate finger. Thinking how you're going to break the news to him without annoying him even further... Not realizing that a guy was approaching you from behind. You were suddenly forced into unconcious state and everything went blank.

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[Ran's POV]

Back at home, Ran woke up from his sleep after what felt like hours. Looking at the clock, the time was currently at 2:00 p.m. Shoot.. he was supposed to be at the office since 12:00, why didn't you wake him up? He grumbled and called out your name plenty times but no answer. He remembered what he said to you in the morning, feeling guilty and now making a mental note to apologize to you as soon as possible. He stood from the bed and went to get ready for work...

At the office, he was informed by his secretary that the top executives are now gathered at the meeting room for what seems like an urgent discussion. He got there ASAP and apologized for his lateness, Mikey didn't get mad but just look at him pitifully.

"Do you got any calls from the enemy, Haitani?," Mikey looked at Ran making the latter guy dumbfounded. "Err.. whatchu mean, boss?," Ran couldn't help but looked towards his brother direction. "The Black Venom's man called our HQ around 11 a.m. saying that they got hostage with them..," Mikey announced. "So... what that got to do with me? Why shall I expect calls from them?," Ran still didn't understand the situation. "Are u fucking stupid Ran?! Boss meant to say that the enemy got your wife, Y/N!," Sanzu said while shaking his head.

Sanzu's word ringing in his ears making him rushing to retrieve his phone from his pocket. He tried calling you multiple times but it wasn't answered. He was getting impatient and decided to settle things on his own, until Mikey stopped him, "Sit down Haitani.. Keep your composure, I know the news is shocking but we have to discuss this matter first, how we're going to invade them. Considering they just destroy our plan of raiding their base this night." Ran couldn't disobey his order thus, sat down to discuss carefully regarding the plan.

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You woke up from your unconciousness, feeling tightness around your limbs. Thus, quick to realize that you were bound to a chair. You looked in front of you to find any clue on where you are but didn't find any.

You suddenly felt something hard hit your head making you scream in pain. You looked upwards and saw a guy with baseball bat smiling sinisterly at you. You couldn't help but scream loudly to get any source of help. The guy once again hit you, this time around your chest to stop you from screaming. You fell backward making the chair also fell down with you. You tried asking for his sympathy but he didn't listen to you. He grabbed his phone from his backpocket and dialed a number.

After the third rings, someone on the other side of the call answered, "Hello, who is this?." The guy directed his phone towards you and changing the mode to video call, making you hear scream from the person in the other line. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?!." Oh, that was actually your husband, Ran...

"I didn't do anything but maybe swing my baseball bat lightly to keep her shut her big-fat-mouth up hahaha," the guy looked at you making you felt like vomitting. "I swear when I got you, I will kill you as slowly as possible, as a payback for your action!," you heard Ran warning the guy, in which you couldn't help but smile a little. This action of yours made the enemy mad and started hitting you again and again, until you're coughing a lot of blood. "Is this how you're going to torture me? Dream on, you won't even able to reach me as we're currently at a very remote location," the guy zoomed in on your face making it very obvious that you're in a very critical state, your face is all beaten up.

Ran was about to warn him again but the enemy has ended the call. Ran couldn't control his emotion and started to punch the wall behind him until his fist was bleeding, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I shouldn't have say that to her. If that is the case, she will still be safe at home," he started to cry. Rindou went to calm him down and said that the plan will take action as soon as possible once the ammo are stocked up in the cars boot. "I felt guilty that I yelled at her this morning, she sounded so excited too, telling me to spend time with her. I am such as stupid husband for not listening to her request. After what felt like days, I finally have time to be at home," Ran confessed his guilt. Rindou was about to comment on it, but was interrupted by one of the subordinates telling the executives that everything is ready. Everyone stood up and got ready to beat up that fucker and his gang.

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You were pulled up by the enemy guy quickly. The guy cut the rope, and screamed at you to move as quickly as possible to the rooftop. You didn't want to anger him so you follow his order.

Reaching to the rooftop enable you to see numerous vehicles parked at the front entrance. Noticing one of them is what seems like Ran's car. You felt like fate is by your side so you couldn't help but scream that you're in the rooftop. The enemy guy that was by your side felt really angry that you gave away his whereabouts; leading to him landing a punch directed to your chest. You felt dizzy now that you has loss too many blood. You heard footsteps getting nearer and the enemy was looking much more uneasy. The rooftop door was barged open, revealing non other than your husband, Ran. You smiled weakly at him, but the smile was suddenly wiped off your face when you felt bullet hitting your chest. The enemy laughed at the Bonten members, saying how they were too late. Ran shot the guy in the head and ran to hug you, but all you could feel now is numbness throughout your body.

Your mouth kept on spilling blood, making your husband panic at the sight, "Fuck it! Come over here medic! What are you doing there?! We have to be quick, she's losing a lot of blood already!." Ran screamed at the medic team who were now rushing towards you.

"Hey baby... please stay awake yeah?," he stroked your cheek lovingly while tears were pooling in his eyes. "We will go home and spend time together as you wish this morning, yeah?," he felt himself chocking up on his words. You looked at him, hands trying to engulf his face close to you though your limbs felt as if they were screaming at you. "Ran...," you smiled at him. Ran held your hands and kissing each of them. "Do you remember, our promise back in highschool?," you try to refocus your sight to him as it slowly becomes unclear. "Yeah baby...I remember how we promised to love each other dearly, ensuring it won't fade though we already have kids together in the future..," he couldn't help but felt the tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks. "So tell me, Ran. Do you still love me?," you stopped to take a shallow breath. "Of course I do! I love you so much that words couldn't even described it!," he held your hands tighter. "But, why it seems like your love for me is fading? You don't look as excited like you always do when you looked at me this morning," you felt your heart twisted at the reminder of what he said to you this morning. "Baby, I don't get it. What do you mean?," he tried to make a connection from your words. "I am pregnant Ran, it has been 3 months. I tried to tell you this, but you dismissed me. It hurts Ran, it hurts when you said I am clingy. It seems like you don't get excited for us," you started seeing white lights from above, making you felt quite nervous leaving him behind. You heard him saying 'I'm sorry' for many times until it sounded too far away from you.

Ran cried and cried, mouthing 'I'm sorry' non-stop. That is...until the medic called him and shook their head no. Ran felt like his world was crumbling apart. Not only did he lost you, he also lost the baby made out of love by the both of you. He felt like fainting, screaming to you to come back and saying he didn't mean the words he said this morning. Everything went blank as Rindou now rushed to Ran to embrace his unconcious body.

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It was now the day after your tragic death, a funeral was conducted in honor of you. Many people came to show their respect to you. All Ran could do was stare blankly at each of them as they neared your coffin. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a woman walking towards him with something in hand. The woman he remembered as your bestfriend looked at him with teary-red-eyes while handing the box to him, "Open this at home, don't cause a scene here. I want the last farewell for my bestfriend to be as peaceful as possible," she said then walked away. Ran looked at the box, it looks very simple; how you would like it. Ran couldn't help but cried a bit remembering you.

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[Ran's POV]

The box has been placed on the bedside table since he got back from your funeral. Honestly speaking, he was afraid to open them. He wondered why your bestfriend glared at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes; it shows how whatever inside this box, must be something that is very important to you.

Seconds passed by and finally he bravely opened them and could see a letter on top of a soft fabric. He read the content:

"I am glad to be able to spend my life with you. I wish nothing but the best for our love journey. In whatever situation, I hope our love remain strong as it has always been. What I am about to show you is something that is very important to me; it has some part of me and you. I have never seen them before but I already know that it is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Take a look at it by yourself, love <3"

After reading the letter, he pulled up whatever it is inside the box. Plop! He heard something dropped by his feet, he retrieved it and noticed it is a pregnancy test. He started to get emotional over this, now fully expecting the other items inside the box.

Tang! The box dropped. He frozed...he did not...

Yeah, he may expected the other items inside the box to be baby stuff...

But...

What he didn't expect is...

There are two sets of them...

2 pair of shoes...

2 clothes...

2 baby bottles...

And lastly...

2 ultrasound pictures; showing the twins resided in your womb.

Ran felt like he couldn't breath, he felt like dying. Not only he lost you, but he also lost his baby, two of them actually.

Ran sworn to himself that he will never forgive himself for ruining what the future holds for him. He wish that God could burn him in hell as long as possible to clean him off his sins, no matter how may years it takes. Just to enable him living his life with you and his 2 babies still alive by his side in another life.

[diino8081]

frozen liberation au

THE BEGINNING

chapter 1 - old version

(chapter list)

content warnings for character death and blood

the ice emperor groans as he clutches his head, memories flowing through him like a bullet. he can see someone in green standing at the bottom of the stairs, vex in front of him.

"my emperor," he says, turning to face him. "are you alright?"

he shakily takes off his helmet, carefully putting it on the throne behind him, his breathing quick. "v-vex i--"

a shout from the bottom of the stairs. "zane!"

is that... lloyd?

"get away from him!"

there is a blur of green as the two seem to fight. his head aches, still flashing with memories. the clashing of weaponry does nothing to help.

too much noise.

he walks down the stairs, veering towards a hallway on the left. he looks over his shoulder, tensing at the sight of the battle.

the formling looks at him.

he runs.

he retreats to one of the rooms of the palace, trying to cope with the two lifetimes he's now quickly starting to remember. his old bedroom, he recalls. he'd eventually stopped using it at some point.

the armour he wears feels heavier, claustrophobic. he sheds it, placing it on the ground with a clink.

he remembers a ship, the bounty. his father. pixal, the ninja. wu. he remembers his sacrifice and how he died to kill the overlord. how kai and nya would always compete with each other over the smallest of things.

he remembers ghosts and skeletons and oni. how cole would share music with him. how jay defeated him a million times playing videogames and the one time he got him back. how he, pixal and lloyd celebrated after stopping a hostage situation during one of their missions.

but he's not that nindroid anymore. his grip tightens on the staff.

but there's something else.

he remembers backing up his systems. a reflection in the ice around him. his eyes widen in realisation.

there's a knock. he turns to see vex at the door. "my emperor, there you are."

"don't call me that."

"but it's who you are."

"i said don't, vex." he points the blade towards the former advisor. "we may have been friends before, but i know better now. and i will not hesitate to kill you where you stand."

vex's expression turns sour as he steps back. "so what, are you now calling yourself 'zane' like what that intruder called you?" he spits.

his grip on the weapon falters. he looks away. "it's... the better option." ugh, he still feels horrible for tainting that name with his actions.

"you don't sound so sure. let me help you." he grins. "do you want the throne back? to exterminate the last of those vermin? i can get you what you wa--"

zane drives the blade forward, hitting flesh. something wet hits his cheek. he looks down to see the metal having pierced through vex's torso, blood leaking freely from the wound. his face flashes to concern and then fear.

the weapon feels heavy in his hands. what has he done?

so yeah that's it that's part one of the beginning

i am considering putting this on ao3, i have a more refined (yet currently incomplete) version of this written out that i may put there in future

i think though i'm gonna just try this format for now and then when it's at a good point then i'll throw it on in there

but yeah i hope you all enjoyed, any and all comments are appreciated

thank you for reading

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[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (1) 🔞

In which everything he always wanted has already been there from the start. He just needs to make that final step.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: blood high= a rush vampires get after consuming blood, nothing graphic though, wet dream, reader is kinda innocent ngl, sexual tension, fluff

Length: short/mid

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He doesn't know how he got into this situation, memories fizzy and unclear. But what he does know is that he's desperate.

You're squirming underneath his hands, skin a blur, but he somehow still feels it warm and soft. Maybe you're simply so beautiful his mind can't comprehend it- Brain short-circuiting at the sight of your bare body beneath his own. He's hard, dripping with precum already, embarrassingly so- desperate.

But he can't seem to push himself inside.

He's rather opting to rub his painfully hard length over your soft stomach, needy for friction as he gasps out your name under his breath. You're begging for him to do something, anything, and he wants to comply, hell, he wants to ram himself so deep into your cunt until the only thought left in your head is him, him, him.

But he can't.

"Yoongi.." you call out to him, and he wants to answer, what's to move, but nothing is helping. He's caught in the moment as if hands are holding him hostage. He wants to make love to you, fuck you stupid, something in between or both at once- but there's no control over his body present. "Yoongi.!" You say again, more urgently, and he almost sobs to himself because what is happening?

"Yoongi!"

His eyes open, and the first thing he notices is how sweaty he is, heart pounding in his chest. "Thank God you woke up, I was worried." You tell him, sitting on the floor in front of the couch he's been napping on, hands on his shoulder. "Did you have a nightmare?" You wonder, and at that he swallows, eagerly getting into a sitting position with the blanket thankfully covering his still throbbing length.

"Yeah, something like that."

You're currently living with him while your apartment is being renovated- a broken gas pipe having almost hospitalized you a week prior. It had freaked him out to the core, a new fear unlocked it seems as he feels uneasy even considering you moving back into your place.

What if they don't fix it properly? What if you go to sleep and never wake up? What if it breaks again?

"I just wanted to tell you I'll be grocery shopping now." You say, getting up to walk towards the front door, slipping into your boots. "Do you need anything?"

"No." He shakes his head. "You can take my card- it's in my wallet." He tells you, running a hand through his hair.

"No, it's fine!" You smile, zipping up your jacket. "Take it as a thank you for your hospitality." You grin, before you open the door. "I'll be back soon!" You call out, before the door closes.

And he waits.

He watches the small clockwork of his wristwatch count the seconds, one round, then another, then another.

"Fuck it." He scoffs to himself, getting up to walk into the bathroom. A cold shower won't help him, granted, he doesn't want one either. He thought living with you would be easy- you're low-maintenance, never complain, you eat almost everything, you're quiet and you work most of the day anyway.

But fuck. He did not take into account how oblivious you are.

From your shorts to wearing sports bras as acceptable tops around the house, you're seriously making his life hell on earth. It's been a week, and he's already almost ran into you half naked- bare back and glimpse of the side of your chest still clear as day in his memories. He's found your panties shamelessly thrown into the hamper with his own clothes, one pair clearly stained with clear and still glistening arousal yesterday- and he blames today's dream on that.

He wonders what had gotten you to the point of ruining your underwear like that.

As he steps into the shower, he likes to believe that it was him, yesterday when you were cooking together. He'd stood behind you, had helped you cut some vegetables with his hands over yours, looking over your shoulder. Maybe you liked how domestic it was? Maybe you were having thoughts about being bent over the kitchen counter, just like the idea is spreading into his mind right now?

Or maybe it was when you were sitting on the couch together, watching some random movie because the wifi had died, leaving you with nothing but cable TV. Thinking about it, he really could've just slipped his hands underneath your shirt. He'd seen your nipples through the soft fabric, all perked up, proving your lack of underwear.

Maybe if he had made his move yesterday he wouldn't be standing in the shower right now, one arm against the wall while the other desperately strokes his cock.

He shouldn't be doing this.

It feels awfully wrong to think about you during such a thing, and yet, he can't get himself to really stop it until he actually finishes, cum getting washed down the drain together with all of the emotions clouding his better judgement. He knows this isn't right. He needs to do something about it.

But you're so sweet- how can he know that you won't say yes to him just because you don't want to hurt his feelings?

When you return back from getting groceries, you're painfully oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary. You don't question why he showered, you don't ask if anything is wrong- you simply start cooking, before you sing quietly to yourself, swaying on the spot. "Ah, Yoongi!" You suddenly say turning around towards him. "I know what I want for my birthday now!" You say, and he raises his eyebrow.

"Your birthday was four weeks ago." He comments, and you nod.

"And you said I can have whatever I want once I figured it out!" You remind him, his exact words being exactly those. You'd struggled to tell him what he could give you as a present- and so he'd given you nothing but a promise.

"What is it then?" He wonders, hoping it might be something silly like a kiss.

"I wanna go on a trip with you!" You chirp, and he's confused. "A camping trip! You say you like those too, so I wanna go on one with you." You explain, turning around to stir what's in the pot. "Doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow- I just wanna. You know. Spend time with you.." you mumble the last past, not sparing him a glance.

And maybe that's his sign.

The only way to be sure is to wait if you reach out to him first. It's the only solution to this problem there is. And maybe, just maybe, you're holding out your hand right now for him to potentially grab onto.

"Alright, let's do it then." He nods, and you turn with bright eyes and an excited smile.

"Oh, thank you! When do you think we could go?" You ask him innocently enough, tilting your head to the side. He's seen that look on your face so many times by now, and it's still dangerous.

So Yoongi smiles a little mischievously.

"When's the earliest you can get time off of work?"

[normanbateswife]

the warehouse aftermath

mark hoffman x reader

warnings: typical canon violance, saw five spoilers, plotless comfort

The silence was the worst of it. You could feel yourself needing to speak to comfort yourself. The situation seemed neverending. How long would you be stuck in this loop created by a man who knows nothing but pain. A man you had never agreed with but had gotten your boyfriend in his grips and wouldn’t let him go. It felt deafening. It felt like being cold and suddenly very warm, like a relief that you know was ill conceiving. 

You watched the warehouse with intense eyes. He had run you through it. He had told you exactly what would happen, over and over again. You enjoyed seeing him sober but it felt like he was drunk in some other vice. He was not doing this alone. He was creating half of his life with you and the other half with some shrouded mystery. Something you understood only portions of. 

“You got here fast,” you heard someone say beside you. You turned, removing your thumb from your mouth. You had been chewing at your nails anxiously, picking at the loose keratin. You recognized the face in front of you only abstractly. You knew you had seen him but you were aware of the fact that you never bothered to learn his name. Maybe you had seen him in passing on the way to Mark’s office. Maybe you had seen his picture on the wall of decorated officers. 

“I have a scanner in the house,” you said, voice more confident then you felt. Your eyes remained on the warehouse but you could feel the man looking at you. You turned to glance at him. He must have been aware of your relation with the hostage. With the kidnapper. “He didn’t answer my call. I went looking.” 

“I’m sure he’s okay,” the man said, lying through his teeth. This was Jigsaw. Jigsaw. How could he even have the heart to lie to you right then? Your distaste must have shown on your face as you moved a step forward, watching the doors. 

Finally it opened, crashing, loudly. You welcomed the break in the silence of your mind. You recognized the face of the man, despite a little girl half blocking it. He was gripping her tightly, the fear on his features half sincere. You wished you could question anything except your own relief. You pushed through the crowd and right past the man who took the little girl out of Mark’s arms. 

“What the hell man? What happened?” the man asked, a man you recognized but another you didn’t know the name of. “Where’s Riggs?” 

“I tried to help,” Mark said as you walked up. “He didn’t make it. Nobody made it.” The officer turned to grab a shock blanket for him and you wasted no time in throwing yourself into his arms. He caught you with ease, almost giving up his composure of fear. The relief of having you in his arms was genuine. It was over. It was over now. 

You didn’t speak, scared that whatever you would say would give information you didn’t mean to. He shamelessly buried his face in your neck. 

“Made it,” he grumbled against your skin. You could feel each breath reach your lungs. You could feel how cool it was, suddenly realizing just how icy the night was. You could think again. You could process information again. 

“We got a live one!” A blanket was shoved onto Mark as you pulled away in surprise. You both turned around, eager to see the survivor. Peter Strahm was on a gourney but he was alive, breathing, barely. A loose end. You glanced at Mark’s face. He was even keeled, too even. He needed to have more reaction. 

You put your hand on his shoulder. He looked back to you. 

“Let’s get you checked up,” you said, gently. He nodded once and realized his slip up as you spoke. He followed you, staying close. There was press here now, taking pictures, their bulbs flashing in your face like a mockery of your emotions. Someone sat him on the back of an ambulance. 

“I don’t need to go. I’m fine,” he said, more to the pushy nurses crowding him than to you. You knew that wasn’t true if things had gone how he planned them. Hours of sitting next to a dying man, gagged, tied, near death if one thing went wrong. 

“You need to go,” you argued. He looked up at you. You weren’t used to being higher than him but as he sat you were now subject to his gaze. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go to bed. “Let them take your vitals, make sure nothing is broken. All I have at home is a first aid kit and a high school health class,” you said gently. He smiled a bit, in exhaustion. 

The paramedics waited anxiously around you.

Mark nodded, halfheartedly. 

The pounced, holding up stethoscopes and taking the blanket off his shoulders. You took a step back, watching everything unfold. You searched for the little girl in the crowd but didn’t find her. Strahm was gone already. They had rushed him away. 

What was his trap? 

They blended together in your mind after a while. 

The water box, you recalled. You looked back at Hoffman who looked distant in his own failures. You looked at his hands through the paramedics, hands that had set someone up to die so many times. The cold ate at your skin. You move aside for a few moments, to allow for some space. 

“Hey.” You were looking away when he spoke. You breathed evenly as you fought back through the small crowd. “Can we go home now?” You looked around at the paramedics. They looked sympathetic but not worried. That made you feel better. 

“He’ll live. To be safe he should come in, in case there’s anything internal we can’t account for,” one of them said. You looked back to Mark who had pleading eyes. You weren’t worried he would create an internal injury himself. 

“I’ll monitor him like a hawk,” you promised evenly. You put your hand on his elbow, helping him stand, not that he needed it. His button up was soaked with sweat. It was drenched in the dry blood of others. 

You were walking together, slowly, to where you had parked your car. Hoffman was quiet until the doors were shut and you were both inside the silence once more. This time you were together. 

“Strahm,” he grumbled, putting his hand to his forehead. “Fucking Strahm.” He hit the dashboard and you tried not to jump. You were pulling away already, in hopes no one would see the outburst. “I locked him in there. There was no way he could-”

“Let’s not worry about that right now. They don’t know if he’ll live through the night and I doubt he knew or saw enough to puzzle piece things together.” 

“Do you always have to be the voice of reason?” he questioned, though his voice wasn’t with a tinge of anger. He was tired. You had observed that plenty of times in the few minutes he had been back to you. You needed to get home. 

“Yes,” you answered, after a long bout of silence. 

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The home you shared with Mark Hoffman was nice, though it wasn’t fancy. It was a home. It was just his to start. It was clear now, that it was a home of two. Your things melded together. You had nothing of your own. Mark was protective and all consuming. 

It wasn’t healthy, but you didn’t mind. 

You turned the lights on as he walked in front of you. You hadn’t grabbed anything in your desperate attempt to leave the house for the warehouse. All you needed to drop was your keys and your shoes. The air inside felt stagnant, unlived in. How often were the two of you even here at the same time? At night? When your breathing was even and you were unable to revive the air? 

He discarded his clothes as he walked. The door of the bedroom opened and you followed, wordlessly, silently. The master bathroom door creaked as he pushed through it. You weren’t going to push or say anything but regardless he stopped in the archway. He had lost the once white button up already. You observed his silence. He was looking down, not directly down, but just away. 

You were opening the dresser drawer. He walked back to you and breathed heavily through his nose as he engulfed you in his arms. Your arms were folded up to hold his back, palms down against his skin. 

You recognized his breath. Deep. Slow. He was coming down and you weren’t even sure what he was coming down from. You closed your eyes, just happy to have him here again. You could be content with this right now. There was so much to be discussed but there had been enough worry for one day. 

“Go clean up before you go to bed,” you muttered against his chest. He didn’t speak immediately, nor did he move. 

“I’ve been tied up all day,” he grumbled. “Just let me stand here.” You smiled. 

“Mkay,” you hummed. You could feel the heat emanating off of him. You started to recognize the traits. The adrenaline in the thumb of his fingers, the fear in the tightness of his grip, and the accomplishment in a job done. 

You waited, quietly, for a couple moments before kissing his collarbone. You left your lips there, chastly trailing kisses. 

“Don’t start something we can’t finish,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. He pulled away finally to look at you. He held you in his arms. 

“You all sleepy Hoffman? What, did the attempted murder really wipe you out?” You leaned forward to kiss him before he could laugh but when you pulled away he was smiling. “Take a shower Lieutenant.” 

He hummed but it sounded more like a guttural type growl as you moved away from him. 

You wanted him to go to sleep so you could rest. You saw his phone on the nightstand. Had he even taken it with him today? There would likely be phone calls waking you both up in the morning, Texts from superiors, asking for a statement. You wouldn’t know peace for a couple of weeks. He would get his promotion. There would be questions from Strahm, never ending correct accusations. Newspapers asking for a quote. He would come home later. 

“You stay where you are,” he said, quietly, tiredly. 

“I’ll be here when you get out,” you promised. He watched you for a moment, trying to memorize you and then he shut the bathroom door behind him. You started to fish for your own pajamas. 

He came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later. His hair was soaked, matted down onto his head. You were in bed, only the lamp beside you was still on. He crawled under the comforter beside you. He wore only his boxers, limbs aching from the stress of the day. 

You faced him, cozying into the pillow. 

He pulled you closer to him, till you were practically in his chest. You threw an arm around him. He liked having what he needed protected. You let your eyes close slowly. 

“I love you Mark,” you muttered, brain already hazy. He kissed your forehead and you thought he whispered it back before you fell into unconsciousness. 

[thelikesofus]

you are my boy, buckaroo

9-1-1 on Fox | 1724 words | hostage situation, athena is buck’s mom prove me wrong, established relationship buddie, wrong place wrong time buck strikes again

tw gun mentioned

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Athena is in the middle of lunch when her phone vibrates in her breast pocket. It has been a day and it's only 2 pm. Her morning patrol ended at a residential home for someone’s idiot boyfriend who had left his keys at work and his girlfriend had called the cops thinking someone was trying to break into their house. The guy’s phone had been in his pocket the whole time yet he hadn’t thought to call his girlfriend to let him inside. 

For a moment she considers ignoring the call and enjoying her sandwich in peace she knows that Harry has a basketball game today and he was going to call her when the game ended.

Leaving her sandwich on the plate with a sigh she tugs the phone out of her pocket and grins at the caller ID. “Hello, Buckaroo. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“‘Thena.” A tiny voice whispers down the line. Athena’s hackles are up instantly and the skin on the back of her neck goosebumps immediately. 

“Buck? What’s going on? Are you in trouble?” She’s already walking out of the station and crossing the parking lot to her patrol car, her sandwich abandoned. She keeps her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she fishes out her keys and climbs into her car. “Talk to me, Buck. What’s going on?”

“I’m at the grocer's on West Adams Boulevard.” He’s still whispering and between the shaking of his voice and the commotion around him, Athena can barely pick up what he’s saying. “They barred the doors. I think someone has a gun.”

“Okay. Okay, Baby. I’m on my way.” She throws the patrol car into reverse and rips out of the parking lot. “Are you somewhere safe? Buck?”

“Athena, I don’t think–.” There is shouting on Buck’s end of the line followed by a grunt and a lot of rustling.

“Buck!”

“This one had a phone!” A voice that isn’t Buck’s carries down the line and Athena’s heart feels like a lump in her throat as she switches lanes and turns onto the next block. 

“Buck?” There’s more yelling and then the call ends with a resounding beep.

It takes twenty minutes to get to the grocer Buck mentioned and when Athena pulls up there are already two other cruisers and the ambulance from Station 26 parked outside. Athena swings open her door and charges across the parking lot with her phone still gripped in an iron fist. 

Glancing at the building, she can see very little movement inside though most of the windows are blocked by display cases and overstocked food aisles. “Sergeant Cammeray? What's the situation?”

The older sergeant looks at her and calls out, “Sergeant Grant. Were you called to this too?”

“No, but one of my boys is inside? Can you tell me what’s going on?”

He nods and walks over to meet her pointing towards the front door as he walks. “I’m told it’s a hostage situation. We’ve got about ten civilians inside, two men went in just before 2 o’clock and barred the doors behind them. Someone walking down the street called 9-1-1 after they heard gunshots from inside. We’ve had one girl who snuck out through a back door in the loading bay,” He points to a young woman sitting in the back of The 26’s ambulance with a shock blanket wrapped around her shoulders. 

“She able to tell you anything?” Athena asks.

“Not really. She works there and was in the back when they came in. They must have seen her leaving though because they barred that back door behind her.”

“So they let one escape but haven’t started making any demands?”

Cammeray shakes his head. “We’ve got a hostage negotiator on their way. There haven’t been any more shots fired, for all we know it was a warning shot, to scare them.”

Athena turns up her nose. “For all you know someone could be bleeding out in there while you’re all standing around twiddling your thumbs!” 

An hour passes since Buck first called and the negotiator arrives, a stout man with a terrible mustache but who seems to be very good at his job. Or at least, he thinks he is, Athena starts to doubt that at the two-hour mark. There has still been little movement from what she can see through the windows.

Special Agent Sully reports that the men inside are starting to make demands, willing to negotiate. Then more vehicles pull up unannounced as simultaneously all chaos breaks out inside. There’s crashing, sounds of shelves toppling, glass breaking, and gunshots. Three consecutive shots are fired and Athena decides that enough is enough and marches towards the front door, plotting vengeance with every step if they have harmed even a single hair on Evan Buckley’s head. 

She is brought to an abrupt halt by Cammeray blocking her way. “Sergeant Grant.”

“You better move out of my way Gordan or you’re gonna have another thing coming.”

“Sergeant Grant, one of them is an ex-marine. This is out of our jurisdiction now.”

“Jurisdiction my ass. Move!”

“You will be the first one in behind them.” Cammeray indicates to the NCIS unit and SWAT teams both gearing up across the parking lot. “But not a moment sooner.”

This seems like overkill for a grocery store and patience is not Athena’s strong suit—she is well aware—but the wait becomes torturous as a fourth and final shot echoes from the building right as SWAT breaches the doors, front and back.

True to his word, Cammeray lets Athena through as soon as the two men are led out in handcuffs by two NCIS special agents. Inside the store is a mess. The shelves have been ransacked and the till is hanging from the bench by its wires. Athena however is more focused on scanning the array of people who were previously being held hostage but are now being checked over by the paramedics from Station 26. 

Finally, she spots Buck and some of the pressure in her chest eases when she sees him shuffling to his knees as the paramedic who was checking him over moves on to another patient. 

It only takes her a moment to cross the store and crouch in front of him, her hands instantly coming up to cup his cheeks. “Athena?”

“Hey, Baby. Yeah, I’m here.” Buck sighs and falls into Athena’s side. She wraps her arm around his shoulders and runs the fingers of her free hand over his hair. “How come any time there’s trouble, you always find yourself in the middle of it?”

“Special talent?” Buck mumbles and she chuckles as she rubs her hand up and down his arm.

“Okay, let me look at you.” She holds him away from her and brings her fingers to his face.

“The paramedic already cleared me, ‘Thena.”

She tuts at him and turns his face from side to side. There’s a scrape up one side of his face and a nasty welt around his right eye. “Let me fuss for a moment, please. I was worried about you, and for good reason, it seems. Did one of them punch you?”

“Yeah.”

Athena levels him with a flat look and Buck sighs dramatically. “He had a gun, Athena. And he kept waving it at this lady and her baby, and I just–.” Buck motions with his arm and Athena resists the urge to cuff him around the head. 

“Just what? Tackled him?”

Buck glances away and won't meet her eyes.

“Oh, you are so glad your boyfriend isn’t here right now.”

“Please don’t tell Eddie,” Buck begs, spinning back to turn wide pleading eyes on her.

Eddie is out of town visiting his parents in El Paso for the weekend, Buck was supposed to be there with him but following one of that other A shift crew breaking their collar bone on a golf trip, Bobby had to regretfully ask Buck to stay behind. Athena knows full well that Eddie would have Buck’s head on a pike for putting himself in danger again, especially while Eddie wasn’t there to protect him. 

“You know your boy will find out one way or another.”

Buck sighs and leans heavily into the side of the ambulance door. “I know, just, not tonight. Please?”

“Okay,” Athena relents and reaches out to squeeze his shoulder. “But you are coming home with me tonight.”

“Athena–!”

“Nope, no excuses. The guest room is yours and I’m not letting you out of my sight until the sun comes up again.”

Bobby is waiting at the front door when they arrive at the Nash-Grant house and as soon as Buck is within three feet of him Bobby grabs the boy by his shoulders and holds him firmly in place as he looks him over much the same way Athena did. 

After dinner, Buck finds Athena on her favorite lounge chair in the back yard and he perches on the edge of the one next to her. 

“Hey, Athena.” He starts quietly, looking down at his hands. “Thank you, for coming today, I mean.”

Athena sits up smoothly and reaches out to cup Buck’s cheek, forcing him to look up at him as she smooths her thumb back and forth against the apple of his cheek. “Buckaroo, you are my boy. I will always come when you call me. Always.”

Buck's eyes instantly turn glassy and Athena rises from her seat to kiss his forehead before departing for the night. “Get some sleep, Baby. There’s a toothbrush for you in the bathroom drawer.”

Buck gets a third round of being fussed over when Eddie flies back into Los Angeles the next afternoon—a day earlier than he was meant to be back—but word travels fast and Eddie changed his flights as soon as he heard what had happened. Athena watches from the kitchen table as Eddie winds his arms tightly around Buck and pulls him close to his chest, dropping a kiss on his forehead and to the bruise forming over his right eye. 

“I am never leaving you unsupervised ever again.” Eddie says firmly and Buck rolls his eyes but lets Eddie continue to fret over him and Athena can see the pleasing blush that creeps up his neck at the attention.

[americanwh0resstuff]

- Take me instead -

Blaine DeBeers

Blaine DeBeers x reader one shot

Can be seen as part of the same storyline as my last fic but can also be read separately

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Word count: 1,112

🗡️ angst with some slight fluff

⚠️TW⚠️

Hostage like situation, mention of guns, broken bones, injury detail, mentions of blood, zombie reader…

- Take me instead -

It was a regular day down at the scratching post, it wasn’t yet open so I was making my rounds of the place, checking that all the tables were clean and not rocky, Don E was working behind the bar, wiping some glasses before placing them strategically on the shelves.

Technically I didn’t work here, but since Blaine kept me locked up all day, there wasn’t much else to do.

The sound of a cellphone ringing snapped me out of my thoughts, Don E excused himself and hurriedly went out the back door, as there wasn’t much reception down here, so now I was alone, I took this time to go to the bathroom, just to check that my hair and makeup was alright for tonight.

I re entered the bar to see a man in a soldiers uniform, I recognised him quickly as Chase Graves, the current leader of Filmore Graves and thorn in Blaine’s side, I understood they had some sort of business agreement to do with importing brains to Seattle, and that Blaine’s been pretty stressed recently about struggling to get bodies past the wall.

“Can I help you?” I asked timidly, walking over to him slowly, he’d already sat himself down on one of the black leather barstools and was reaching over to grab himself a glass and a bottle of our finest whiskey.

“Well, who might you be? One of Blaine’s play-things I suppose?” I didn’t know how to react to that, my brows furrowing as he smirked at me.

“Be a dear and tell Blaine I gotta talk to him, would ya?” I rolled my eyes but did it anyways, I didn’t want to be left alone with this guy anyways, I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I walked away.

I banged on Blaine’s office door, the sound of his record player almost drowning me out, I was about to knock again when he opened the door.

“Hello gorgeous, missing me?” He taunted before pulling me into for a heated kiss. “You have company.”

“Well I suppose it would be rude not to invite them in!” He walked back to his desk chair and sat down as I turned around to get Graves.

I took one step back towards the bar before I felt a handgun press into my side, I instinctively yelped and put my hands up.

“(Y/n)? Everything okay?” Worry scattered in Blaine’s voice.

“Oh she’s just fine.” Chase stood by the office door, one of his hands pinning my arms behind my back, the other holding his gun to my head.

Blaine looked over, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. “Look man, the shipments are coming in, they’re just delayed…” He said while holding his hands up in front of his face, he didn’t dare to draw his own gun, too scared that he’d hurt me if he took any risk. “Don’t hurt her, take me instead, she has nothing to do with this”

“It’s a funny thing…” I felt his hand move to my left wrist. “You can’t really physically torture a zombie, they just heal anyways… but emotional torture…”

He suddenly pulled my arm, a growl escaping him as I heard a snap before doubling over in pain, screaming out.

Blaine’s eyes went red and he took a step forward.

“Don’t even think about it.” Chase said slowly, pulling me closer to him once again, gun still pointed at my head. “Blaine, stay calm, I’ll be okay” tears brimmed my eyes as I tried to deal with the pain, trying to keep myself from going into rage mode, he’d kill me with no hesitation if I dared move.

Blaine pulled himself out of it, steadying himself on his desk before looking up at me, eyes going back to their usual icy blue.

“I’ll get my crew on it immediately, you’ll have your brains by tomorrow, I swear.”

Chase chuckled. “I hope you mean it, but just to be sure…” He stomped his foot down on my left calf, another snap echoing through the office as he let go on me, allowing me to drop at his feet, groaning in pain.

“Tomorrow, you have till 6pm or I’ll be back, and I won’t be as nice to your little girlfriend.”

Blaines eyes once again going red as he gripped the edges of his desk, holding himself back while Graves turned and left, exiting the bar and grabbing the bottle of scotch once again.

I looked up to see Blaine kneeling before me, eyes once again back to normal.

“Are you okay? Sorry, stupid question…” I laughed softly and leaned forward into his chest, tears streaming down my face. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He wasn’t used to being affectionate or comforting, but now he didn’t have much choice, even though he wouldn’t admit it, he cared for me, why would he keep me around all the time? He wanted me all for himself.

His arms snaked around my waist, holding me tight and shushing my soft cries.

•••

The bar was back open and everything was running smoothly, Don E shouting out that he would buy everyone another round of drinks if they took part in the zombie human dance battle, the usual.

Except instead of being out in the crowd, socialising and boosting his ego by getting hit on by hot young zombies, Blaine sat by my side, wrapping up my arm and leg in a soft white bandage.

“Luckily zombies heal these things pretty quickly, give it a few hours and you’ll be good as new.” he smiled softly at me, stroking my hair before trailing his hand down to my knee. “Here, lay down, you should sleep it off.” He tapped the pillow next to me and helped me lay down without putting any weight on my arm.

“I’m sorry, I should have protected you, I never thought he’d hurt you.”

I watched him as he looked away, remorse written all over him.

“You didn’t know.” I said, only above a whisper, exhaustion taking over me as he stroked my hair.

“Can you stay a while? I know you got a bar to run but-“ he interrupted me. “Don E’s got it covered, I’m sure he can handle it.”

I smiled at him and he smirked back.

“Well… aren’t you gonna lie down?” We both giggled softly as he lay himself down next to me, keeping a small distance since he didn’t want to hurt me anymore than Chase already had, his hand landing softly on top of mine as he watched me closing my eyes and eventually falling asleep.

[mrs-ssa-hotch]

“That’s My Girl”

*for imagination reasons, picture “Minimal Loss” as a setting*

Hotch x Reader (Y/N)

Addy = Reader & Hotch’s daughter

SFW mostly?

Fluff, angst, brief mention of sex.

It was a beautiful morning. As you finished cleaning up the kitchen, which was absolutely demolished between Aaron’s constant desire for kitchen morning sex, and the mess left behind from the pancakes, bacon and coffee everyone devoured for breakfast. You give him a long kiss goodbye, and off to work he goes. It’s always a tough good bye, because neither of you ever know if he’s coming back for dinner, or if he’s gone for 2 weeks. Ugh, you said out loud as he drove away. “

I miss daddy already! What about you?”, as Addy stared quizzically into your face. Addy is 3 years old, and the light of you and Aaron’s life.

You pack up everything into a jogging stroller and head out. It’s so warm out, on what is typically a chilly spring morning. 20 minutes into your walk, and you just get that feeling that someone is watching you. Your senses are on high alert. Not only are you a mother, but your husband has drilled it into your head, the importance of always knowing your surroundings. You turn and see nothing but the sidewalk and a couple cars moving through an intersection. As you turn back, your stopped. There’s a man, standing in front of you and Addy. Before you can get yourself in front of her, he has her in his arms. You’re desperate to get her back.

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt her.” You pleaded.

The man looked behind you and signaled. The man, who you didn’t know what behind you, grabs you and throws you into the van parked on the side of the road.

Before you know it, you and Addy are led into a large building, full of other women and children. There is one man, who seems to be in charge. Everyone seems to like him, which is strange to you, given the current circumstances. By this time, Aaron is well aware something has happened, and just then, he sees a news broadcast come onto the screen in his office.

“Hostage situation in downtown Carlisle. Numerous woman and children are presumed to be inside. No other word on what’s happening.”

He knew immediately he needed to get there and do something. He assembled the team, and off they went, briefing via conference calls on the way there.

Once on scene, Aaron “Hotch”, assigns everyone to where they are needed most. Rossi will be the negotiator, JJ the voice to the press, Morgan will be the runner, if they’re able to get anyone out safely, and Reid & Prentiss will be going in to assess, if possible. They prep Reid & Prentiss and send them in. They immediately see you and Addy, safely sitting in a corner together, with what looks like another mother and daughter, around the same age. Relieved, they begin their mission. The unsub thinks they’re there to drop off food and supplies, but ultimately, they’re there to set up mics around the building so the team outside can get an idea of what’s happening inside. All of the sudden, Addy shouts Hi uncle Spence! and your heart immediately dropped. They knew that minute, there was a problem.

Three men grab you and Reid and drag you both out back, and away from Prentiss & Addy. The team can hear everything. The questioning, the beatings, all of it. Hotch is visibly upset, and Rossi does his best to calm him down.

“We need to go in there!” Hotch shouts.

“Aaron, you and I both know that if we rush in there now, no one is coming out alive”, Rossi replies.

Hotch knew it was the truth, and as much as it was killing him to wait, he knew that was what had to happen. Rossi had been negotiating with this unsub for hours at this point.

“He’s sending out some women and children” Rossi announced to the team. “Here they come!”

Hotch watched as Morgan ran to grab as many kids are he could get out of there, another officer grabbing a few more. All the sudden, out of the door walks Prentiss, holding Addy. Hotch, with tears in his eyes, sprints to them. He grabs Addy, hugging her for what seemed like a split second, before JJ whisked her away to the ambulance to be checked out, while Hotch continued to try to get you out.

The team can hear Reid working his magic, trying to use that spectacular brain of his to get you both out of there. The men have beaten you up pretty badly, but the desire to get back to your husband and daughter outweighed any pain they had inflicted. Before you know it, Reid realizes the man’s plan and grabs your hand and starts to pull you out of that room, and towards the exit of the building, hoping everyone will follow suit.

“Reid what are you doing? I need to get to Addy!” you shout.

“Y/N, Prentiss got Addy out earlier. There are only a few of us left and this guy isn’t going to surrender. He’s shooting his way out, or he’s blowing the place up. We gotta get out of here now!” Reid explained.

As you exited the building, you turn to look behind you and see the explosion. Praying that Reid was right about Prentiss & Addy. Hotch is speechless. He is watching in horror as he scans the people exiting the building, constantly searching for you. He sees Reid, stumbling from the mess. Just when he starts to lose hope, there you are. Aaron has never been so relieved in his life and immediately sprints toward the building. You almost collapse as he reaches you. Exhausted, dehydrated and beaten, you can barely stand anymore. Hotch doesn’t miss a beat when he scoops you into his arms and carries you to the ambulance, where EMT’s and Addy are waiting for you. The 3 of you share a beautiful, warm embrace. The team is watching, Garcia’s on FaceTime by now, and you can hear that she’s a blubbering mess as JJ points the phone into your direction. A happy ending to a case that no one saw coming.

That night, after a nice shower, and some take-out, compliments of Aaron Hotchner himself, you’re ready to relax. You both get Addy to bed, relatively early, but given the day(s) you just had, she’s exhausted too. Aaron sinks into the couch, and gestures for you to join him. You’ve never been so happy to be couch bound for a night.

“ I’m glad you are home safe. I was so worried about you two today. I cannot lose either of you”

“I know. I did everything right, and it still happened. I’m thankful to have you and your team. We truly do have the best family. I love you”

“I love you too. More than you could imagine.” Aaron replied. “Hey so uh, if you’re not too banged up, you want me to show you just how much I love you?” You knew there was no saying no to this man. The was he was looking at you, that smoldering look alone could get you pregnant, you swore.

“Aaron, nothing could stop me from letting you do pretty much whatever you want to me.”

“That’s my girl” he replied.

[summerwritesfics]

💥And I Know You Won’t Remember Memories In Ember, Chapter 2 - Call My Name And Save Me From The Dark

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 4428 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon Divergence (Takes place instead of the MKX comics Kamidogu Saga), Whump Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Abduction, Hostage Situations, NSFK (Not Safe For Kuai), Hurt/Comfort

And I Know You Won’t Remember Memories In Ember Masterlist

Notes: Ayyyy, Summer updated one of their chaptered fanfics instead of writing 1000 more oneshots? Wtf is going on? Yes it’s true, although I guess this was kinda of a cheat as it’s a rewrite of the WIP I initially had for this one. 🤷🏻 Quick warning: This chapter does involve torture, while a lot of it is offscreen some of it is described in a fair amount of detail. So. Like… heads up I guess. Chapter title is from “Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence.

His eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, only to close them immediately at the far too bright lighting in the room. He tried to reach a hand up to his face, only to find that they were caught under something, not allowing them to move. He chanced opening his eyes again, glancing down to find that his wrists were bound against armrests with thick leather straps, keeping him bound to the chair he was sitting on.

Blinking a few times, he tried to let himself get used to the light, so he could glance around the room.

This place was completely unfamiliar to him. It was a blank white room with an oddly clinical feel to it. The only other things in the room were a table in front of him, and on the other side of it, it looked like a video camera was set up and pointed directly at him. There was a large metal door positioned at the other end of the room.

Trying to move one of his legs revealed they were also strapped to the chair. The majority of his armour and clothing had been removed, leaving him in only his tank top and his trousers.

His mind raced as he tried to remember how he got here. He remembered the feeling of being watched, the confrontation with the man in the suit, going to the inn to get a drink of water and… Well, it was all a bit of a blur after that, only the vague memory of feeling dizzy and someone lifting him up off the floor.

Shit, I was drugged. 

How they’d managed to do so, he wasn’t sure. From what he remembered, the inn had been mostly empty, aside from a handful of patrons. The only person who touched his drink beside himself was the bartender. So… was she in on it? Fuck. He hadn’t stood a chance if that was the case.

Regardless, he didn’t exactly want to stick around and figure out why someone had drugged him. He gripped the armrests with both hands, intending to freeze and shatter them, freeing his arms and allowing him to get away.

Except, no ice was coming. He grunted and tried to concentrate harder, but all he could feel was a strange tingling sensation through his veins. He tried again, harder this time, the tingling became a full out sting and he sucked air in through his teeth. What’s going on? Why are my powers failing me? Why now of all moments? 

Suddenly the door opened, a fair skinned man in a black suit and wearing sunglasses walked in. Kuai didn’t recognise him, he wasn’t one of the men who’d been following him at least. But the second this man’s eyes landed on Kuai Liang, he was grinning.

“Ah, I see you’re finally awake, sleeping beauty,” the man said with a chuckle as he shut the door behind him. He walked up to the table, placing down a suitcase on it. “It’s good to finally meet you in person, Sub Zero. I have heard a lot about you.” The man tilted his head slightly. “Do you mind if I call you Kuai Liang instead?”

Was this man some sort of government agent? But for which government? It was concerning that he knew Kuai’s name. Not just his codename, but his birth name, the name only those he was closest to knew about.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” Kuai questioned, trying to keep his head high, but it was lolling around slightly, still heavy from whatever drug he’d been slipped.

“Oh, no, you have no idea who I am. I know who you are though.” The man was smirking to himself as he sat down on the table. “You can call me Agent X if you would like.”

“My apologies,” Kuai started in the best bored tone he could muster in the moment, “I wasn’t aware I’d walked into a cliché convention.”

To his surprise, Agent X began to chuckle, “for someone so cold, you have quite the fiery tongue.” 

Kuai clenched his fist, trying to summon even the smallest amount of ice, but all that came was that sting. X tilted his head, eyes flicking down to Kuai’s hands, clearly knowing what he was trying to do.

“Ah, I’m afraid you’ll find you do not currently have the ability to use your powers.” X reached forward, placing a couple of fingers against the side of Kuai’s neck. Glancing to where they were, Kuai could just about make out a bruise. “We’ve been working on this serum for a long time. To help make people like yourself more… Well… Agreeable to work with.” He pressed the fingers in harder, and Kuai bared his teeth at the dull ache. “You’ll find they’ll be out of commission for the next few hours. Most likely longer since I’ll be giving you top ups.”

“You seem to have gone through a lot of trouble to get me here,” Kuai stated, glad when X moved his hand from his neck.

“Yes. Although, not for the reasons I would have liked.” X pushed himself off the table, slowly meandering around it to reach the camera. “But it’s my higher up’s choice. They aren’t as interested in you personally as I am, they have rather different reasons for you being here.”

“What reasons?” He watched as X started to set the camera to record. Or at least, that’s what he assumed the now blinking light on it meant. “Who are you working for and what do they want from me?”

“Well, I can’t tell you who I work for, but I can tell you that we don’t want anything from you as such.” X walked off from the camera, making his way back up to where Kuai was tied to the chair. He looped back around behind the chair, placing his hands on Kuai’s shoulders and causing him to tense up. “You are familiar with a man named Hanzo Hasashi, correct?”

“What does he have to do with this?” His first thoughts were that whoever these people were had been hired by the ex-wraith to take Kuai out. But he highly doubted Hanzo Hasashi would want Kuai to succumb to anyone’s hand beside his own.

“He has information that we require.” One of the hands on his shoulders tightened while the other came to cup his chin, forcing him to look at the camera. “You’re going to be the motivation for him to give us that information.”

That didn’t make sense to Kuai. Given how intently these people seemed to have been watching him, surely they would know that Hasashi wouldn’t fold to his bitter enemy being tortured. At least, Kuai assumed he was about to be tortured, he highly doubted if they were going to offer him some sort of deal they’d drug him and keep him tied to a chair.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,” Kuai started, attempting to shake the hand off his chin. The grip just tightened further and continued to force him to look towards the camera. “But Hanzo Hasashi doesn’t care one way or another what happens to me.”

“Perhaps,” Agent X practically purred in his ear. Kuai definitely got the impression whatever was about to happen was deeply intimate to X. It was extremely unnerving if he was being honest. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish he did.”

Finally the agent’s hands released Kuai, and he hadn’t realised how uneasy the unwanted hands on his body made him until he gave a sigh of relief. X went around the side of him, back towards the suitcase on the table. He clicked it open, revealing all manner of weaponry and torture implements. Knives, hammers, power drills, some vials of something, some things that looked like they could give a nasty electric shock.

So, I was right, he is going to torture me. 

The Lin Kuei had vigorous training in regards to torture, making sure none of their assassins would ever break under the hands of their enemies and give access to their deepest secrets. Except Agent X wasn’t after Lin Kuei secrets, and it wasn’t Kuai he was banking on breaking.

If Hanzo Hasashi is smart, he’ll know I’ve been trained to take this. 

“Now then.” And once more, X’s hand was gripping Kuai’s chin. Kuai had no idea why that was worse than the thought of the torture he was about to go through. “Which of my toys shall I start with first?”

He could feel blood dripping down his body, although he couldn’t pinpoint which of his many injuries it was coming from. He was just barely holding onto consciousness throughout the pain and blood loss.

Agent X had not held back on his torture, and Kuai would have been impressed if it wasn’t him that it was being inflicted on. It had started with electrocution, increasing the strengths of shocks a little at a time until they practically burnt him. The knife had been used to cut and stab him, he’d had his skin ripped by the claw of the hammer before the flats had been slammed against his fingers. With how swollen they were, he’d definitely broken more than a few. The worst so far had been when X had brought out the power drill, placing it against his biceps and thighs and pressing the button to full power. How the fuck he’d managed to stop himself from screaming when he felt the drill bit hit his bones, he’d never know.

He wasn’t sure how long this had been going on, just that he’d been injected with whatever was in the vials several times throughout everything. He’d come to the conclusion that it was the so-called serum. If it lasted a couple of hours at a time, he had to be at least 10 hours into the torture, and he was actually somewhat amazed he hadn’t blacked out yet. The camera had been removed at some point, presumably to send the footage to Hasashi. That hadn’t stopped X however. Currently, they seemed to be taking some sort of break, just for X to decide what he wanted to do next.

Kuai was starting to get the feeling that Agent X was far more interested in hurting Kuai than whatever information it was they needed.

“I must say, I’m almost disappointed,” X spoke for the first time in a while. He was standing off somewhere to Kuai’s right, but he didn’t have the energy to try and look in that direction. “All these things I’ve done to you, and I haven’t managed to get one scream out of those pretty little lips of yours.”

“You’d have to take me to dinner first,” Kuai just about managed to mumble out, his voice slurred. It was probably not the best thing to say in this situation, but it was all he could possibly do to still show what defiance he had left.

“Oh, still so much fire,” Agent X chuckled. Kuai felt the other man’s hand trail across his collar bone, then suddenly he was in front of Kuai once more. He was looking down at Kuai with a positively evil grin, and Kuai got the distinct feeling he was going to regret provoking him. “I’d like to try one last time.”

Kuai was surprised when he felt Agent X’s weight pressing down on his thighs, the other man now straddling his lap. Kuai jerked in his chair, hissing at how it caused his injuries to start hurting again. X took hold of his face with one hand, forcing it to one side. All Kuai could see in the corner of his eye was X’s manic face and the knife being slowly brought towards the top of his head.

The knife was pressed against his skin, and slowly X began to drag it down, hard but slow. Kuai began to quake from the pain, closing his right eye, blood immediately pouring down his face. He could feel the blade scraping against his skull, hell, he could fucking hear it echoing against his brain. By the time the knife was at his eyebrow, Kuai couldn’t hold back any longer, as a blood curdling scream ripped from the back of his throat.

“Yes! Yes that’s what I want,” X exclaimed cheerfully. The knife kept travelling down, and he could feel it push against his eyelid, splitting it effortlessly. He kept screaming, terrified that it had broken past and damaged his eyeball. “Keep going, you’re doing so well.”

His cheek was next, the knife dug so deep into his flesh Kuai wouldn’t be surprised if it broke through to his mouth. All Kuai could do was scream, the agony was just so much. Too much. They said everyone had a breaking point. Kuai guessed this was his.

The pain was so great, he didn’t even notice when X finally finished his work and removed the knife. Kuai felt his face being forced forward again. He didn’t dare try to open his right eye, he could feel his flesh beginning to swell up, that entire part of his face still burning.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” X patted Kuai’s hair in a condescending manner.

Kuai hiccuped, his left eye welling up with tears. He tried to hold back, he refused to cry in front of this man the way he did as a child, but his body betrayed him completely. He began to brokenly sob, pulling on his restraints like that would help him.

“W-why?” Kuai got out between his cries. “Why are- are you st-still doing this?”

The camera was gone. There was no reason for X to still be torturing him. Why was he still going?

“Oh. I think I’ve given you the wrong impression here.” X’s hand tangled in Kuai’s short hair, yanking on it and causing him to yelp. “I do apologise, let me explain it to you more clearly.” X lent forward, until his eyes were directly in front of Kuai Liang’s. “You are never leaving here.”

Kuai’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

“The deal with my higher ups was that once your use to them had come to an end, that I get to keep you,” X explained, voice full of giddy glee like a child who’d been given a new toy.

“Keep me?” Kuai choked on his own spit, now feeling rage boil up. “I’m not a pet.”

“Oh, but I had the loveliest baby blue collar selected out for you.” X released his grip, hands going to Kuai’s tank top. He took the knife to the top of it, using it to start slicing through it. “You see, you are extremely fascinating Kuai Liang, even amongst others with your power set, you are so very unique. I would be a fool to let you walk away when I have the chance to really understand how you work.”

“Fuck you,” Kuai growled, teeth bared as X cut away the remains of his top.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” X slowly began to carve something into Kuai’s chest. A glance down revealed he was cutting in the same sort of pattern that’d be used to perform an autopsy. “I just want to study you. And well, if I have to tear you apart and put you back together to do that effectively? It’ll be worth it.”

The knife now dug into his stomach, like X intended to gut him right there and then. He could feel his entire body shudder, shaking his head vigorously. Fuck, god, this is a dream, just a really bad dream, please I want to wake up now away from all this. Please, fucking please… 

He felt the knife push deeper inside him, and it was enough to remind him this was all unfortunately, very very real.

Then, the room started to flash red, and a loud alarm blared.

Agent X immediately pulled away, and Kuai choked on his own breath from relief.

“What?” X hissed, but Kuai barely registered it between the ear piercing sound of the alarm and the sudden respite it had managed to bring. Right up until X was angling his head to look at him again. “We aren’t finished here. I’ll be back for you, Kuai Liang.”

And like that Agent X was at the door, practically running out of it. Kuai let his head slump down against his chest. The alarm had saved him for now, but he highly doubted it would last that long. His head was pounding, brain screaming at him to do something, to find some way to free himself and get out before X came back and ensured Kuai would never feel freedom again. But he was so tired, all energy had been sucked out of him. He closed his eye, hoping desperately that he’d just pass out and not have to endure anything more, at least for a little while.

His hopes were dashed when he heard the door open again, a set of footsteps slowly approaching him. He did not react, not even to open his eye, just sat in unease, awaiting those unwanted hands all over him. The footsteps stopped, and a hand touched his shoulder. He involuntarily let out a gasp, baring his teeth and bracing himself. The hand lingered, but there was nothing more.

“Sub Zero?” A voice asked, familiar and definitely not Agent X’s.

He opened his eye, turning his head as best he could to see who it was.

Staring down at him was Hanzo Hasashi.

What is he doing here? Hasashi’s face was blank as ever, a man so trained in hiding his emotions and yet there was a stiffness to his body that suggested he wasn’t happy with what he saw in front of him. There was no way he was actually worried about Kuai, it couldn’t be possible. The sickening thought was that he wasn’t actually here, just a hallucination Kuai’s exhausted mind had come up with to give him false hope.

He began to giggle brokenly to himself.

“Oh. I’ve gone insane, haven’t I?” He questioned between laughs, delirium taking hold and his head slumped back down. “Positively mad.”

The hand finally let go of his shoulder, reaching down to his wrist and he felt the strap being undone. He suddenly found he was able to move his right arm. Oh. 

“I’m quite real, I’m afraid,” Hasashi grumbled, bending across to undo the other strap, and then undoing the straps around his ankles. “Can you stand?”

Kuai had no idea, he highly doubted that he could, but decided he was going to try anyway. He pushed himself up onto his feet only for his knees to immediately buckle under his own weight and he went tumbling forward. He was caught by a pair of large arms, snaking around him, falling head first into Hasashi’s chest.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” Hasashi soothed, holding Kuai to his chest with one arm, while he hooked the other under Kuai’s knees and he effortlessly hauled him into a bridal carry. If Kuai was slightly more coherent, he might have made a comment about how easily he was being man handled but his body was feeling heavy in Hasashi’s arms.

The smell of cinders should not have been as comforting as it was in that moment, but Hasashi was warm and after everything he’d just been through it felt like being rescued by an angel. He closed his eye, letting himself be lulled into a peaceful state by the slow rocking of Hasashi’s arms as he began to walk.

Wait, aren’t I bleeding? He had no idea why that thought came to him, but his eye flicked open to find Hasashi’s yellow uniform stained with red.

“Sorry about the blood,” he slurred, closing his eye once more as he heard Hasashi give a somewhat bitter-sounding laugh.

“That is the least of my problems right now, believe me.”

Kuai could believe that, but he didn’t get the chance to say it, as finally his body and mind gave out on him, and his world faded to black.

When he woke up in a soft bed with warm sheets all over him, he was extremely confused. He could feel bandages all over his body, with one wrapped tightly around his head, particularly focused on the right side. He went to push himself to sit up, until his entire body protested the movement with an ache that burned right into his bones. He gave a pained whine, and instead tried to turn his head to look around. He was in a small room, it was decorated in a manor that he recognised as being traditionally Japanese in origin.

That might confirm that Hasashi wasn’t a hallucination or dream.

But the question of why he came to Kuai’s rescue remained.

The sound of a door sliding open caught his attention, and he turned his head to the opposite side of the room to see Hasashi standing in the doorway.

“You’re awake then,” Hasashi stated, sounding strangely reassured by that fact. “How do you feel?”

“Like I was hit by Shao Kahn’s hammer,” he admitted, once more struggling to try and sit up. Hasashi quickly made his way to his side, gently pushing him back down onto the bed.

“Try not to move too much. Your injuries are severe, you need to take it easy and rest.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “You are also extremely susceptible to infections right now, so we will need to keep a close eye on you. If anything feels wrong at any point, please tell us, even if it doesn’t seem significant.”

“I see.” Kuai agreed, although internally wondering who Hasashi meant by we. A glance around the room told him they were alone, and he hadn’t missed some other third party. He blinked, realising he still didn’t actually know where he was. “Where are we?”

“The Shirai Ryu fire gardens,” Hasashi answered and Kuai couldn’t help but frown. He didn’t want to ask the obvious question. As if he knew what Kuai was thinking, Hasashi mumbled, “I am re-building the Shirai Ryu.”

“Oh.” Good for you. He didn’t voice that thought, his input on such matters wouldn’t be appreciated. “Why did you rescue me?”

Hasashi was silent for a while as he looked away. What little Kuai could see of his face was that impassive blankness that Hasashi wore so well.

“The information they wanted from me had nothing to do with you. It was unfair and dishonourable of them to drag you into it.” That wasn’t the answer that Kuai was expecting, especially the part about it being dishonourable. It did make him curious just what exactly they had wanted to know. “And despite our past animosity, I don’t believe you deserve what they did to you.”

“Oh. Good.” He had no idea how to actually react to that. He guessed it was a good thing that Hasashi didn’t think Kuai deserved cold blooded torture or being kept as some sort of fucked up science experiment. He felt bile in the back of his throat, as the weight of that second part actually hit him. Hasashi would not have known that they wouldn’t have released him. “They weren’t going to release me. Even if you gave them the information, they intended to keep me there.”

Well, Agent X intended to keep him there, but it seemed like the entire agency was enabling his sadistic desires, so it was fair enough to say they were behind it.

Hasashi’s head snapped around to him, eyes wide at this news. There was a weird emotion in his eyes, something like guilt but that couldn’t possibly be it. Hasashi would have had no way to know what was going to happen, given that plan had only been revealed after the camera had been taken away.

“Just before you got there, that… Agent X guy, or whatever the fuck stupid ass name he gave himself.” Kuai could feel his eyes stinging, the humiliation at the thought of being so weak as to end up in that position. “I- He told me he was planning to keep me and… study me or something. I- Just- I-“

He remembered those hands gripping him so tightly, the pressure on his thighs, knife cutting into his face, his shirt being torn away. The condescending way X spoke to him. Kuai began to struggle to breathe. Had the thing about the collar just been a way of taunting him, or had X been serious? Kuai could see it going either way and that thought made him want to throw up.

I- I can’t breathe! 

“Shh, Sub Zero,” Hasashi’s deep voice cut in through his hyperventilation. A gentle hand cradled his face. Hasashi looked at him far kinder than he’d ever seen before, not just at him but at anyone. “You are safe now.”

Kuai tried to slow his breathing, gulping back the lump in his throat. His body was quaking still, but his breathing was starting to get under control.

“I-I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sure why he was apologising. “I- it just hit me and- I- I-“

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Hasashi reassured him. “I understand that this entire ordeal has been traumatic for you. None of this is your fault.” He clenched his fist and a small amount of flame emerged around it. “Believe me, they will not get away with what they have done to you.”

That was odd, but Kuai quickly decided that it wasn’t for his sake. It was more likely that whoever this group of people were, they had used underhanded and disgraceful methods to get what they wanted out of Hasashi. Or at least, that’s the only way it made sense in Kuai’s head. He just couldn’t tell what was happening anymore, his head hurt as much as the rest of his body.

“I should let you get rest,” Hasashi quickly declared, pushing himself up off the bed. “I will be back to check on you later.”

“Right,” Kuai agreed, watching as his saviour walked off towards the doorway. “Um… Thank you.”

“Try to get some sleep,” Hanzo advised, briefly turning around to offer a small smile and nod.

Then, he was leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. With nothing left to do, Kuai closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him once more.

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[kittenadette]

Jotaro X female reader x Josuke ~Let the voice of love take you higher Chapter 10 A hostage situation

Hey there, before this begins there will be some mild swearing at the later part of this chapter but not too much.

The school day has just ended and I am talking with Koichi at the front of the school when Josuke walks up "Oh hey Koichi, Kristie. You headed home?" Josuke asked

"yeah, guess so" Koichi replied

"I am heading home" I agreed

"So we're classmates" Josuke commented

"yeah, what a coincidence" Koichi added

"A nice coincidence" I agreed

"well I'll catch you tomorrow have a good evening" Josuke stated

"Wait Josuke can you wait a moment?" Koichi requested

"huh" Josuke uttered Koichi had a question he wanted answered and we went walking down the street.

"I see you want to hear what that Jotaro guy had to say don't cha?" Josuke stated

"I can't get it out of my mind, it's happening in our backyard" Koichi confirmed

"Admirable of you to care but I'll pass" Josuke uttered

"But why?" Koichi questioned

"mm, not gonna lie, i was curious about the whole thing at first but when i thought about it. I figured it would be best to keep clear of this whole love child fiasco" Josuke replied

"How come?" Koichi inquired

"well things are fine the way they are, so in my opinion why try to fix what isn't broke" Josuke remarked

"that's understandable, a good reason to keep out of the situation" I comment

"Yeah, I get it" Koichi acknowledged just now a police car goes past us "What's going on?" Koichi wondered

"Maybe it's some kind of accident" Josuke guessed "want to go and check it out?" Josuke inquired

"Yeah" Koichi voiced

"yes let's find out" I agree

when we get close enough to hear and see what's going on we see a group of people muttering amongst themselves

"This are is not safe! You need to get back right now" A police officer instructs

"It's absolute chaos over here" Koichi commented

"Some man went to rob that convenience store and he has taken the female employee hostage" an old lady explains and giggles

"Look he's coming out!" a man calls out and he stops just out of the doors

"Freeze! Put down the knife!" one of the police officers inform the man laughs

"Just let the girl go" the other police officer instructs

"Shut up and get the hell back all of you" he demands

"Hey I recognise that lady she's been my cashier a couple of times" Koichi exclaims

"Judging by his eyes if he actually snaps he'll kill her without any hesitation" Josuke comments

"Last chance get out of my way, I'm taking the car and leaving" The man shouts

"This isn't good we have to get out of here before things get worse" Koichi stammered

"Yeah, you're probably right" Josuke agreed and I nod in agreement

"You over there, with that dumb shit hairdo" the man shouts Oh no, Josuke is going to snap, not good "I told your ass to get away from the car or do you want me to kill you" the man growled

"I have a bad feeling this is gonna get ugly" Koichi comments

"you're probably right, he insulted his hair after all" I voice and we look at Josuke and watch as Josuke walks over to the man ignoring the police in the process

"What the hell did you just say about my hair?" Josuke snarled

"I don't know who you think you are but if you don't start walking I'm going to gut her like a fish" the man demands

"get back you idiot" one of the police calls it's too late officer, he's too angry to listen right now

"if that guy snaps your a dead man" the other police officer tried

"that goes for you too, now get away" the man demanded " I've had all I'm gonna take, your all driving me crazy I'm gonna freaking do it, I'm gonna slaughter this b***h" he shouts and goes to stab her

"Oh is that a fact" Josuke states

"What the! Those two have a hole through their bodies!" Koichi uttered Josuke must be using his stand right now

"I didn't piss you off did i" Josuke starts after the hole disappears "because I should be the one who's ticked off" Josuke growled pulling the woman to safety

"But how there's not a mark on me" The woman states

"She's back to normal like before" Koichi wonders the man who held her hostage screams

"my knife's inside my body, how did my knife get inside" he panics "what did you do?" he questioned

"I suggest finding a surgeon to remove that in the prison hospital" Josuke snarled and the police run to him and cuff him

"Josuke!" Koichi uttered

"What's up Koichi?" Josuke inquires and he's back to normal

"Are you okay? that was" Koichi starts but is cut off by the man acting strange

"what is happening?" a police officer questions Don't tell me that there is a stand coming out of his mouth

"Hang on he's from the picture" Josuke shred suddenly

"huh" Koichi uttered

"what did you say water boy?" Josuke asked the police start telling Josuke off when all was done we went out separate ways and I head home.

[little-corritrice]

| The Mafia | ~ Part 18 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: | Stray Kids |

Rating: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Hostage Situation, Threats To Reader

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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I stretched as I woke up, moving into Changbin's arms again. He looked absolutely beautiful, and I couldn't help but rub his cheek with my thumb. "Binnie?" I called out, and his eyes shot open as he grabbed my hand. He looked around before sighing, resting my hand back on his face. "Sorry, precious." He sheepishly said, pulling me closer. "It's time to get up. I am not missing this opportunity to be able to go outside." I said, and Changbin laughed, letting me go. I jumped out of bed, rushing to the door. "Wow, okay then." He said from the bed, and I giggled, running back to him. I jumped onto him, pushing us back onto the bed. I pecked his cheek, smiling at him. "Better?" I asked, and he shook his head. I rolled my eyes, leaning down to kiss him. After we pulled away, he started giggling. I got up, going to the door to go back to my room. "Hurry up and get dressed, Binnie." I laughed as he continued to giggle.

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As we all piled into the car, I squealed loudly as I waved my hands around. "Well, someone is excited." Minho laughed from the front with Chan, "Yes! I finally get to be outside!" I giggled, jumping in my seat. "It's a regular carnival, so I'm going to stay by you the entire time." Chan said, driving off. I nodded, not really listening to him as I was already in my own little world. I envisioned how the carnival would be, and was just lost in my own world. I was brought out of it by a squeal and looked to my right to see Han and Felix looking out the window, eyes big and sparkling. I looked out the window and squealed as well. We were like kids going to a big park, waiting to be released from the car. "I wanna go on that one first." "That looks fun!" "I'm so trying the cotton candy!" Was all that was heard from the car as Chan found a parking spot.

As we all piled out of the car, everyone started running off, the bright carnival lights making us feel like kids again. However, as the others ran off to have fun, my hand was grabbed, and I frowned as I was held in place. "What? I wanna go ride the rides." I whined, staring at Chan's laughing face. "You will. Just we have to be careful, especially you. If you get a bad feeling, you tell me immediately." He said, and I nodded, turning around and dragging him to the first ride, which was the Farris Wheel. I giggled as we were let on, and me and Chan sat across from each other. "Aah! Look at the sky." I called, and stared at the pretty sky. "I see something more pretty." He mumbled, and I giggled, shaking my head. "You're so corny, Channie." I said, scooting to him. I pecked his cheek, smiling at him. He kissed my head, leaning his head on mine as we watched the sky.

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As we continued playing different games and running around, we were walking as my legs grew tired from running. Chan had still yet to take his hand away from mine, causing my hand to feel sweaty. "Channie, my hand is sweating." I whined, and he chuckled. He let it go, looking at another game. Suddenly, a huge crowd was going through us, causing me and him to split up as he walked away, assuming I was still following him. I turned around as I lost sight of him, but within the mess of a crowd, one person stood at the end of it, staring directly at me. I had this bad feeling in my stomach and backed away. As somebody walked right in front of me, it blocked my vision of the guy temporarily, but as the person moved, he was gone. I frantically looked around, trying to spot Chan or any of the boys.

I started panicking as I rushed to the nearest uncrowded area as I couldn't find them. I got to the back of the carnival, right where the fields are. I heard something behind me and quickly turned around, my guard all the way up. I saw nothing, but quickly turned around as I felt someone behind me. I was too late to jump away as he grabbed my hair, holding a gun to my head. "Now, now. There's no need to be afraid." He said, turning me to hold my back against his chest. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take you back into the carnival, and your going to act like you know me. If you try anything, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do you understand me, y/n?" He asked, and I nodded, my head hurting. He let go, turning me around to fix my hair. "Now, let's go." He said, walking behind me back to the crowd of the carnival with his gun pressed to my back.

I walked calmly, not trying anything as I didn't want any innocent people to get hurt. In the distance, I saw all the boys gathered up, looking around. I almost cried out in relief when Minho spotted me. "Lead me to your little boyfriends." Kevin said, pressing the gun harder into my back. I hurried to the boys, not making a sound. "Well hello again!" Kevin said, holding the gun to my head as he held me against him again. The boys were about to reach for their weapons, but Kevin loaded the chamber, making me close my eyes as I winced as he gripped my arm tightly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wouldn't want your little toy to get hurt." He chuckled evilly. I opened my eyes, staring at the boys, shaking in Kevin's grasp. "What do you want, Kevin? y/n has nothing to do with this." Chan seethed, stepping forward. "Oh, but she has everything to do with this." Kevin said lowly, glaring at Chan as he pressed the gun harder to me head.

[editorandchief]

Homelander saving a blind!fem!reader (she's not totally blind, she just see a very very very color blurred and she can't see peoples face at all) from being assaulted? And he just fell in love w her and well... Homelander is Homelander (or in other words, start an obssesion w her and stalks her)???

Sorry for my awful english, im trying haha :(((

Warning: none

Requested: yeppers, I love requests 🥰😍😘

Landing at the scene of the crime in progress Homelander lets go of Maeve once both her feet were secure on the ground Black Noir appeared next to him almost out of nowhere as A-Train came to a halt with him Starlight and the deep. 

Vought thought it would be great promo for the newest 'Seven' movie if the team was seen working...well as a team. 

"What's the situation?" Maeve asked walking up to the group of officers. 

"Apparently one of the patients of this shrink is holding her hostage in there." One of the cops answered. "Her assistant called the cops after she heard yelling and a gun shot."

The assistant in question came rushing towards the supes, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god you have to help her," She cried. "He has her in there and these pigs are just standing around." 

"Hey!" One of the cops yelled. Maeve put her arm around the women and pulled her closer to the team while glaring that the police officer.

"Okay I'm gonna need you to tell us everything you know." Maeve smiled. 

"My boss Dr. Y/N L/N one of her patents Greg...J-Juniper, I don't know exactly what's wrong with him but I've heard him a couple of time bitching about his wife leaving him or something." She explained a glare having taken over her tear stained face. "That son of bitch if he hurts her-."

"I'm sure Dr. L/N will be fine," Starlight steps in. "Is there anything else we should know?" 

"She's blind," The assistant informed. "Well not all the way blind but she can't see thing well just 'moving blob of color' or at least that what she calls it."

"Alright ma'am thank you so much for all your help you have been so brave." Homelander steps in showing off his pearly whites. 

He was beyond done with this whole situation, a hostage, a literal hostage not even hostages. This was the big mission that needed all "The Seven'? There couldn't have been an orphanage on fire or some shit."

He was going to be having a long talk with someone when he got back to Vought.

"Okay A-Train," Homelander called prompting the speedster to approach him, hands on his hips a charming smile on his face as onlookers snapped pics. "I'm gonna need you to use your speed and disarm the suspect." 

"You got it boss." He replied with a small nod. 

Lowering his voice Homelander placed a hand on his shoulder speaking through his fake smile. "And if you could do that without popping anyone like a fucking balloon that would be great." He finished with a small pat on his shoulder. "Noir and I will have your six." He said, once again raising his voice to reach the ears of the public.

The three supes entered the front lobby of the therapist office seeing movement behind the opaque  double doors that lead into the office.  

Alright lets get this over with," Homelander states once the doors connecting them to the outside world had finally slammed shut. "Noir bag 'em and tag 'em." 

As instructed A-Train sped through the door of the office, running over and snatching the gun from the patients hand. not long after Noir was yanking the man down to the ground before tying his hand behind his back. 

Still having a grip on Y/N when all this happened cause he to also be yanked to the ground. 

Walking slowly over to the women Homelander looks down at her as she looks around the room while slowly attempting to stand on her feet. 

"It's alright now ma'am," Homelander said causing her head to snap toward him. "We're gonna get you out of here." Placing his hand around her waist he moves to grab her legs only for her to step away upon feeling his hands touch the back of her knee. 

"That won't be necessary ." She said with a small frown. "I may not be able to see that well I can walk."

"Of course you can." Homelander replied sending her a small smile only after realizing she probably couldn't see it.

Keeping his hand around her waist he guided her out the front door of the building Noir and A-Train following close behind Noir with the patent and A-Train holding the gun like some sort of trophy. 

As soon as they stepped out the crowd burst into cheers, claps and snapping pictures. 

"Y/N!" The assistant called out rushing forward. "Y/N, oh god are you okay? Are you hurt? Did that bitch hurt you?" She asked practically pulling her from out of Homelander's reach. 

"I'm fine Jen," Y/N replied with a laugh as her assistant began twisting and turning her to check for injures. "Just a bit shaken up, I had no idea Greg was so far gone. There has to have been a stresser."

"No no don't make excuses for him." She scolded rolling her eyes locking eyes with the leader of the supe team. "Oh godness and you guys thank you so much, I don't know what I would have done if anything happened to her." 

Homelander smiled at the show of gratitude from the women, especially while the camera's were rolling, he couldn't have wrote it better himself. "There's no need to thank us ma'am, just doing our job."

"No, Jen is right," Y/N replied turning towards his voice. "I'm so thankful for what you've done for me."

After that the crowd began throwing 'questions' and snapping pictures, although Y/N couldn't see the best she most defiantly saw the flashing lights.

'Y/N Was there anything else going on between you and the assailant?'

'How does it feel to have been saved by 'The Seven'.'

'Do you fear that the suspect will come after you again if released?'

"Wow this is alot." Y/N said to the Homelander still in his place next to her. "It has to get a bit overwhelming at some point."

"Well you know, I can't complain." He brushed it off. 

"Of course you can." She replied. "It doesn't matter what people think of you, you have the right to feel how you feel."

Looking down at the young women Homelander didn't know what to say. No one had ever told him that he should/could feel his feelings, because most of the time whenever he felt his feeling people died, mostly he was told he needed to suck it up and put on a bright face for the camera, for the people, for the ratings. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." She assured. "It'll be our little secret." 

"Ma'am." A voice called as a hand is laid on her shoulder taking her attention away from him, he didn't like that. "We'd just like to make sure everything is okay." Looking over to the person Homelander finds a paramedic. 

"Oh I'm really fine." Y/N starts to protest only to be cut off. 

"Nope, you're letting them take a look at you." 'Jen' the assistant insisted. 

"Fine fine." She said holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Thank you again." She said before she was led away throw the crowd towards the ambulance.

*-*-*

On her way to work the next week Y/N was more exited than she ever had been, after spending the rest of the week listening to music and podcasts, returning to work seemed like a dream come true though that thought would probably change as soon as she got there. 

Stopping abruptly Y/N took a few steps back as her body connected with another.

"I'm so sorry." She apologized to the blue blob that was standing in front of her. 

"It's quite alright." The figure replied. "It's good to see you again Dr. L/N."

"Homelander?" Y/N asked tilting her head a bit. 

"Guilty," The blonde supe replied. "I was just flying by and I happened to see you and thought I should check in to see how things were going." He lied. 

The truth was Homelander had been watching her every spear moment he got, telling himself it was only to make sure she was safe, he watched her listen to her music and podcasts half the time wondering what her fascination with SCP files were the other half worried that she was going to bump into something, trip and crack her head open. He had to be there to make sure she was safe.

She could barely fucking see of course she couldn't take care of herself, despite watching her do just that Homelander had convinced himself that it was his job to take care of her that she wanted him to take care of her, she was just too prideful to ask seeing that it was her job to help people not ask for help. 

"That's very kind of you," Y/N complemented. "I was actually just on my way to work."

"You're going back to work already?" Homelander asked with a frown. "Don't you think it's a bit too soon?" 

"Not soon enough I was getting a bit stir-crazy stuck at home all day." She laughed. "Speaking of which I have an early appointment and I really have to get going." She said giving a small nod before heading off towards the office.

An appointment with another person who could be just as crazy as Greg, someone that could walk right in past that fucking airhead Jen and do god know what to her.

Watching her walk down the street Homelander could feel himself becoming more and more frustrated as he couldn't think of a way to keep her from going to the office, at least not today. 

*-*-*

"Knock knock." Y/N heard as she sat her desk eating her lunch when she hear the door open. 

"Homelander." She replied as he walked towards her desk.

"You've memorized my voice." He notes a smile stretching across his face. 

"Yep, one of my mini talents." She joked. "what can I do for you?" She asked wondering what had prompted her second encounter with the supe. 

"Is that all you're having for lunch?" He asked looking at the single skinless orange in her hand.

"Yeah I was too lazy to think of things to eat and Jen gave me this orange so..." 

"Hmmm." Squinting his eyes not really liking her answer. "What a lovely office space you have here. If you don't mind me asking, Do you own it?" 

"Oh no, this used to be an accounts office and after he retired he put the space up for rent." She answered placing a slice of orange in her mouth. "I've been renting it for about two years." 

"An accountant?" Homelander pressed in hopes of getting the answer he was looking for. 

"Yes, Mr. Kline." She smiles at the thought of the sweet old man.  "Says once he has enough money he'd sell me the building and buy a nice little farm house for him and his wife, not really a fan of the big city anymore." She explained. A soft chime rang though the room before Y/N quickly reached for her phone and tapped the screen.

"Break times over." She sighed. 

*-*-*

It took three weeks! Three fucking weeks to get that old bastard to sell the office space that he rented to Y/N to Vought for a more than generous amount.

Soon Jen would so up to the office only to find the locks have been changed, she'll try to call Mr. Kline to find out what's going on but his phone will have been disconnected. Y/N will show up and Jen will frantically read her the letter that was slid in between the crack of the door, informing them that it would be in their best interest to come to Vought Tower.

"Homelander Sir." The Vought employee entered the meeting room. "I was told to inform you when anyone came asking about the office space...someone came...about the office space." he stated nervously. 

"Send them up."

Homelander watched as the two women entered the room cautiously arms looped together as if someone would try to pry them apart. 

"Y/N." Homelander greeted cheerfully with a bright smile. "I'm go glad you could make it."

"I'm sorry I don't think I can say the same." She replied frowning in his direction. "You bought my office space and changed the locks? Why would you do that? Did I do something...something to make you upset with me?" She asked shaking her head slightly in disappointment.

"No no of course not," He denied. "Please have a seat and I will explain everything." Jen led Y/N over to the pair of seat closest to Homelander. 

"I know I should have talked about this with you before but I just couldn't get it out of my head." Homelander started. "I didn't grow up in the city, in fact I grew up in a small farm house, and once you told me about Mr. Kline I just knew I had to help-."

"Wait, you bought Mr. Kline his farmhouse?" Jen interrupted causing Homelander to clench his jaw in anger. 

"Yes....Jennifer, as I was saying." He answered. "And Mr. Kline signed over the deed to the office space as long as I promised that you would be treated right." 

"So I still have an office." Y/N sighed finally able now to relax a bit. 

"Absolutely, though there are going to be a few changed in your rental agreement." Homelander stated pushing over a manila folder which was taken by Jen as she began reading along with him. "I noticed that your hours are Monday-Friday 7am to 7pm, a bit long don't you think?" Homelander asked rhetorically.

"No actually I th-."  

"Monday-Wednesday 8am to 5pm will be the updates office hours." He continued ignoring Y/N attempt to respond. "All past, present and future clients will go though a mandatory background check before their next session. At least two Vought security agents will be monitoring the building during the newly stated business hours. A balanced lunch shall be provided and must be eaten within the mandated lunch hour."

"I don't need an hour for lu-."

"Farther more any patent seen as hostile, agitated or aggressive will be treats as a threat by the above listed Vought security agents. Failure to comply with said rule and regulations may result consequence varying from reduction of business hours to eviction."

"Eviction!" Y/N raised her voice for the first time, in Homelander's experience. "Excuse me for saying but this is ridiculous! You cut my business hours by more than half, my clients expect a certain amount of privacy when coming in for there session, they also expect not to be treated like criminals if they get agitated because if you haven't noticed I practice therapy and I have absolutely no clue what our eating habit have anything to do with renting us this building."  

"There are other building in New York you know?" Jen spoke up. "I'm sure we can find another office." 

"Not for nearly as low as you are paying now." Homelander rebuttals, turning his attention back to Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder. "Look I'm not trying to be the bad buy, this building is now an affiliate of Vought and therefore has to be held to a certain standard, in the future I'm sure some alterations can be made to some of the minor stipulations."

"Minor." Y/N scoffs.

"Look everyone is a bit on edge right now, how about we give it a few hours and you can decide what you are comfortable with and we can talk about we can be changed." Homelander offered. "What do you say...tonight, I'll pick you up at around 8:00 and we can discuss over dinner?" 

Taking a few moments to think Y/N nodded her head before answering. "Fine." 

"Great." Homelander smiles. "I don't know about you but  think this is the start to a beautiful relationship." 

[bambikisss]

Finding Australia

PART TWO TO : BANK TELLER

-> After coming back into Chan's life after the heist, he tries to keep you close and out of trouble.

Story warnings: mentions of Stockholm syndrome, Alcohol, depression

Mature warnings: choking, biting, spitting, overstimulation, tying up.

You can't just keep going in and out, baby. You're mine. I refuse to let you go.

You never thought after the heist that you would pursue a normal life.

You thought you'd either be caught and spend the rest of your life in prison or succeed and live in hiding for the rest of your life somewhere. You had no plans on staying in Korea and dating your hostage.

But yet, here you were sitting in his luxury apartment drinking wine while he looked through his work folders.

Life is funny that way, in a way.

As you leaned over to run your hand through his hair, he sighed, leaning back to meet your hand as he closed his eyes. Work had been more demanding as of late and he was obviously tired. He could feel himself falling asleep just from you running your hands through his hair, pulling away to face you. He was shocked that you were in front of him right now after thinking he'd never see you after the hostage situation. He leaned over to kiss your hand, smiling as you took a sip of your wine, the gold-rimmed glass touching your lips. "I think someone is sleepy," you mused, Chan, chuckling as he stood up, holding his hand out to you to lead you back to his plush bed, laying you both down.

He kissed your forehead, taking the wine glass from you to place on the nightstand as you laid your head on his chest, the rain outside hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moon streaming in. It looked like a scene in a movie or someone's life they wanted to live.

Chan rubbed your back, snapping you out of your daydream. He leaned over to kiss your forehead, chuckling as you smiled. "I never thought my kidnapper would be so happy to be cuddled up in a bed and kissed by the person they kidnapped."

You scoffed lightly, looking up at him as he pulled the covers over you both. "Never thought the person I kidnapped wanted me to still be in their life afterwards." Chan soon mirrored your smile, kissing you sweetly before sighing and closing his eyes as he fell asleep. You let your finger move across his rested features, admiring how they looked in the moonlight. When you kidnapped him and sat in the room for four days, you never got to see his features up close due to the room's darkness. Now that you had ample lighting, you took any and every opportunity to admire him. You admired how his eyes slightly crinkle when he smiles, the way he licks and bites his lips when he's focused, then applies chapstick afterward. You studied his routines; he gets home from work, takes off his clothes, and puts them on together on a hanger to go be dry cleaned at the end of the week, all to be pressed as well. Then, he'll go shower using gel shower soap that smells like a fancy wine bar, then pours himself a glass of wine before making dinner, then sits down to do some work as he eats.

He was sweet to you and catered to you in every way possible. You had truly fallen for him, and so had he.

Chan promised that he would keep you safe and to do so, he never referred to the robbery or your past life beyond the walls of his apartment. He would drive you to and from work and bring you food. He wanted to keep you safe and near his heart at all times.

So when he came into work the next morning and noticed his old boss sitting in one of his chairs waiting for him, he froze. He hadn't seen him since he quit the week after the robbery. He cleared his throat, leaning back to tell his secretary that he was in a meeting and to not let anyone else into the room before closing the door, making his boss turn around.

"Ah, Chan. How have you been? I see that you have moved on to bigger and better things."

Chan made no comment, walking to sit down at his desk before sighing, folding his hands together as he leaned back in his chair. "I noticed your hair is no longer black. I didn't know my number one bank teller was into bleaching his hair."

Chan had bleached his hair after he changed jobs, you helping him as his own hair stylist was out of town for a month.

His old boss took a minute to see that Chan was not in the mood for old banter, sighing before deciding to get on with his point. "I was able to get some footage from the robbery of all of their faces without the masks. I'm going to the police with it and getting my hands on the money that they're shoveling out to find them."

That caught Chan's attention and made his heart stop.

The police had set out a bounty of 1.4 million won for any critical information that anyone had about the robbery. The police had been chasing them since it happened and had even taken every employee for an interview to see if they could get a clear description of the events that happened and the robbers. However, everyone had either forgotten about how they looked or was in too much shock to remember anything.

At Chan's silence, he leaned forward to stare at him. "Come on, Chan, you should be excited about this. Those criminals are going to be behind bar-" "Are you ever going to move on, Mr. Park Myung-hoon" Chan didn't mean to sound so cold and condescending, but his mind immediately went to you. If he had footage and you were on it, they could come after you as your appearance may have changed, but not your face shape and voice.

Myung-Hoon raised an eyebrow at Chan's tone of voice, crossing his arms. "Are you suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something? Do you not understand what this kind of evidence could do?" Chan's eye twitched at his comment about Stockholm syndrome, rolling his eyes to soothe his growing annoyance. "Chan, come on. Did your kidnapper give you some kind of kiss or promise that is driving you crazy? Did she offer you some kind of washed up pussy-"

"Enough. Shut your mouth or you can get the fuck out of my office."

Myung-hoon and Chan had a stare-off, Chan's voice now showing his annoyance as he repeated what he said. He would not take any sort of disrespect about you, not thinking about how it looked to his former boss. Myung-Hoon puts his hands up in defeat, standing up before sliding his business card over to him on the desk making Chan raise an eyebrow. "I'll let you know when I'm going to send it to the police. If you want to come with me and you snap out of your...feelings, call me."

Chan bit the inside of his cheek as he left, his eyes going to the card before he grabbed his phone, texting you immediately about his plans. You sent nothing back, but you read it, Chan seeing the notification. He hoped you had an idea, sighing before he focused back on work, thinking about you in the back of his mind all day.

He rushed home after work, eager to see you and help in any way he could, bursting through the door, hoping to see you sitting on the couch as you always were when he returned home, but was met with an empty couch, you nowhere in sight. There was no trace of you anywhere in the apartment, making Chan's heart drop as he looked around. The bed was still freshly made and there were no dishes in the sink from you.

You were nowhere in sight.

Chan sighed, calling you multiple times with no response. He rested his elbow on the counter, his hand running over his face as he stared at his phone. He had sent you multiple messages, all with no read receipt from you. He felt his body begin to become weak and his eyes start to well up. He felt the same way when he returned home for the first time following the robbery. He would never admit it, but he fell into a deep depression following that until you came into his office. Now, he was falling back into the feeling. As he leaned his head back to stop his tears from falling, noticing a note on the bathroom counter. He rushed to it, opening it quickly to hopefully get an idea of where you were.

Chan, I know about your boss's plan. I can't stay here. It's too much of a risk. I hope one day soon we meet again. I love you and no one will ever replace you in my mind and heart. Goodbye Chan.

Chan's hands began to shake as his tears hit the paper, his eyes rereading the paper over and over again. You were gone. Again. He wouldn't be able to see you anymore; he can't come home to you, he can't kiss you, he can't sleep next to you anymore.

You were gone.

Chan didn't usually allow himself to cry, but he made an exception for the moment, falling to his knees as he sobbed. The rain that aggressively hit the windows blocked out the sound of his sobs as he lay on the ground. He couldn't accept that you were gone. He thought that he may have Stockholm due to how much his heart was hurting, but he honestly didn't care.

He thought about you so much over the next few months. He was going through the motions of life so as to not disturb anyone else. He kept up his outward appearance and tried to keep up his emotions, but cried when he returned home.

So, he decided to go visit his mom in Australia for a bit. He hadn't seen her in so long and missed her dearly. Whenever things went horribly, his mom was the first person he'd go to growing up, so why not now when he was an adult? He took two weeks off of work before going down to see his mom, embracing her at the airport before following her to the car, laughing as she rapidly fired off questions to him. When she asked if he had a girlfriend as he placed his luggage into the trunk, he paused, gulping before replying with "no mom, not anyone you could meet yet anyways."

He tried his hardest to no longer think about you as he helped his mom out around the house and spent time with her. He helped his mom make kimchi and bake for her neighbors, his mom not skipping out on the opportunity to try and get him with her neighbor's daughter. He tried to get to know her like he got to know you, but found himself comparing you to her. He felt disgusted by how he was acting about it, but he couldn't help but think about you whenever she tried to flirt with him. He felt nothing when she touched his arm, and felt nothing when she asked him to come to a masquerade party that a friend of hers was holding. He, of course, tried to refuse but his mom cut in, saying that he would go.

He sighed as he stood in front of the mirror in the opera house, splashing water on his face as he tried to calm down. "Come on Chan. She's probably forgotten all about you at this point. It's time for you to move on." He stared at his reflection as he calmed down, putting on his mask after a bit before walking out to join his "date," smiling at her matching mask. He followed her to the room the party was being held, the room filled with bars serving expensive drinks and people wearing expensive suits and dresses. The room was filled with people who were in the top 1 percent. Chan wondered how he met her friend, following her to the dance floor. He spun her around as they danced, Chan actually having fun for a while before her friend pulled her away to dance with her, Chan wandering off to one of the bars.

After he ordered his wine, her looked around the room, no longer seeing his date. He figured she went outside with her friend, deciding to go look for her as he reached for his wine, a beautifully manicured nail poking his hand as he made contact with the glass. He chuckled softly as both hands moved away from the glass, Chan turning to face the figure.

"My apologies." Chan smiled, admiring the figure's outfit. She wore a beautiful white dress along with a white bunny mask that only left her mouth shown, which had beautiful red lips quirked into a smirk. She extended her hand, shaking his as her other hand grabbed the glass, pulling Chan close as she whispered into his ear.

"Nice to see you again, Channie."

Chan's eyes widened as he listened to your voice, his head snapping to face where you were now walking. He felt stunned as he watched you walk into the sea of bodies, finally rushing after you after your body disappeared. He weaved through the bodies, looking for you as the music and lights filled his senses. He knew you were somewhere in the sea, he just needed to find you.

And find you he did.

He found you at the top of the steps, making your way outside as you turned your head to face him, winking before closing the door behind you. It was like Chan was in a trance, following behind you as his date called out for him. He paid her no mind, following you outside. His eyes scanned the softly lit backyard area, the water crashing against the rocks nearby as the fairy lights lit up the seating area. And there, he saw you. You were sitting down on a couch facing the water, your lips allowing the taste of wine to fill your mouth, leaving red lipstick on the glass. For the first time, Chan felt jealous of an anandamide object. He walked down to where you were seat, sitting down next to you as he removed his mask, placing it next to yours that was on the lush grass. You made no movement to face him, only taking another sip of the wine before handing it to him, allowing him to drink the rest of what was left, which he did. His lips touched where your red lips had left a mark, facing you as he did. Neither one of you spoke no words to the other, just staring at one another. His eyes scanned your face, noticing how the makeup you wore only enhanced how you looked. Just like how he remembered you looked back in Korea, you look the same in Australia.

You chose to speak first, a smile on your lips as you spoke. "I missed you. You look well."

"You look the same," You giggled at how shocked Chan sounded, nodding. He softly held your hand, happy to see that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him as his thumb moved against your wrist. "I..I have so many questions. I don't know where to start." Chan couldn't formulate how much he missed you into a proper sentence, his mind clouded as he stared at you. Without thinking, he leaned over to kiss you, your lips combining into a perfect puzzle as he pulled you close. He let his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you so you were straddling him, his lips smudgining your lipstick as he dragged his lips down your cheek and jaw to your neck, smiling as you gasped at him leaving hickies along your neck.

"Chan" he moaned at your whine, Chan picking you up as he stood up. He kissed you once more, not wanting to stop touching you. You tossed your head back, stopping him from reattaching your lips together.

You held his hand as you led him to your car, having him get into the passenger before you got into the driver's seat. Chan was surprised that you had an expensive car, asking you about it as you sped down the highways. "I live an expensive life now, Channie~" Chan sighed softly at the nickname you gave him, his hand resting on your thigh as you pulled up to your apartment building. You led him inside, not caring about your once perfect lipstick now smudged and also on Chan's lips, taking him to your penthouse.

Chan took a minute to admire your beautiful home that was filled with artwork and beautiful furniture. Before he could ask about it, his eyes moved to you slowly removing your dress as you made your way to the bedroom. Chan followed the array of clothing you left in your wake, removing his own to place next to your own before leaning against the doorway, staring down at you. You rested on the bed against the plush pillows, staring right back at him with dark eyes. He smirked as he licked his lips, making his way over to the chair where your robe rested, taking the ribbon from it. "Look at you. All laid out on this bed, waiting for me to fuck you like the slut you are. It seems like you haven't changed from the when we met."

You smirked as Chan crawled up the bed to you, roughly tying your hands behind your back before pressing you down against the bed. His lips moved across your neck, his hands moving around your body as he listened to you whine his name. Chan was in no rush to give you any sort of power, sucking marks in his wake before kissing you roughly, his fingers playing with your clit, making you arch to him. ''Oh, so now you want me to touch you. Words baby. Tell me what you want."

"Oh my fucking god Chan, if you don't-"

Chan cut you off with his lips, pushing a finger into you, the kiss muffling your loud moan, Chan swallowed your moans as he added another finger, moving it quickly. He pulled back, staring down at you as he curled his fingers, a smirk on his face from how loud you were. "Great to know that no one was playing with my pussy while I was gone." Chan pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and near your high as he licked them clean.

You watched with an open mouth as he moved so your legs were wrapped around his waist, leaning forward so his hands were beside your head. "Now, without cursing and like a good girl: Tell me what you want, princess."

You gulped at Chan's tone of voice, missing his commanding, stern voice while you both were separated. You struggled against the ribbon that held your wrists, your ego coming out as you scoffed, leaning your head up near his as you spoke. "Fuck me."

Chan raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he kissed his teeth, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat before pinning you back down against the bed roughly, pushing into you at the same time, making you scream. Chan waited until you adjusted to him being in you, loosening his grip around your throat as his thumb moved across your bottom lip. "I gave you one simple task and you couldn't do it. Now, I'm going to have to retrain you to remember who you belong to."

Chan didn't give you a chance to speak as his hips began to move fast in and out of you, leaving you breathless as he occasionally applied pressure to your throat whenever he hit your spot. Chan leaned down to bite your shoulder, holding in his groans as his hips moved quickly, practically breaking you in half as he moved. He leaned back at the sound of you whining that you were going to cum, Chan chuckling darkly.

"OK, and? I don't care baby. We're not stopping till I do." He smirked as you came around him, Chan licking his lip at your wetness dripping down onto his balls and thighs, his eyes meeting yours as you begged for him to calm down. He did slow down, his hips rolling to meet yours, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Are you going to be good now, baby?" He asked, his voice deep as he talked down to you, stifling a laugh at the sound of your horse voice saying yes. He nodded, his hand moving from around your throat to press his thumb and index finger to your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth, Chan then spat into your mouth, kissing you messily afterward.

"Fill me up, Channie~" Chan paused at your voice, rolling his hips into you as he whined, nodding. "I'm gonna do it, baby. Just for you." He repeated as his hips picked up speed once more, moving roughly as he raced to meet his end, you whining at the feeling of overstimulation. Chan quickly reached behind you to rip away the ribbon, allowing you to run your hands over him and dig your nails down his back, urging him to cum in you, which he did after winning your name softly, his hips halting into you. He paused, breathing heavily as he looked down at you, sticking his tongue out as sweat rolled down his abs. He kept his eyes on you, admiring how you glowed. He pulled out, falling next to you as he kissed your thigh, making you giggle.

Always after any sort of sex, Chan worshiped your body. He would lay you down as he kissed your body and massaged your body. He wanted to show you how much he loved and worshiped you.

After he kissed all over your body, you let your thumb rub his cheek before wrapping the top sheet around your body, making your way to the bathroom, Chan following behind you.

"Where did you go?" Chan suddenly asked, making you stop in your tracks. You turned on the bath, not saying a word before holding out your hand to him, pulling him into the bath with you as you let the top sheet leave your body. You both got in, your back resting against his chest. You waited a minute before speaking, pressing a kiss to his jaw before you spoke. "Once I heard what your boss was doing, I quickly packed up and moved here. I had enough money to get this place and the car..you know, start new. I was going to call you and tell you, but I didn't know if you were working with your boss in bringing me in or not."

"If I was, wouldn't I have turned you in the minute you entered my office?" You nodded at Chan's question, smiling as his lips met your shoulder. "I missed you so much, Y/N. I missed you so very much."

"I missed you too, Chan. You have no idea." You whispered, closing your eyes against his chest.

After taking a bath and talking more, you went back to the bed together, cuddling as Chan texted his date, apologizing about ditching her before he returned his attention to you. "What are we going to do now?" He asked, making you shrug. "I don't want to risk going back to Korea as Professor told us we should stay away until your old boss focuses on something else."

"What about if I move here? I've been looking for a change of scenery and my mom had been bugging me about visiting more often."

He wanted to be with you and would do anything it took to be with you. Even if it meant leaving his whole life behind in Korea to move to Australia and stay with you.

So, he did and never looked back.