#i mean the kissing wouldn't of solved anything. actually it may have made things worse

[space-sweetheart]

anytime I play a qunari Rook, I think Solas genuinely feels a mixture of nostalgia, wanting to cry and throw up whenever they meet in the fade prison, and unfortunately enjoying their talks a little too much <- reasons for this being because I think my qunari Rook would remind Solas of my Inquisitor Adaar (you know the lovely mage qunari that he unconsciously grew close too, respected, and lowkey had a crush on)

[notsowrites]

Untitled 4x01 Coda

The Malex brainrot has truly set in. But it was so lovely to see them again. Obviously there is never enough Malex for me, so I must write it.

Enjoy! <3

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Alex held onto Michael's hand in between his own. He could still sense the fear, the nerves that kept Michael fidgeting in front of him.

And he got it too. He'd been so angry when he'd gotten home only to almost immediately spot Michael's key sitting on the table. The clothes he'd taken out of the closet were still spread out on the bed and the coffee table. And though he'd noticed the model of the gazebo gone, it hadn't crossed his mind anything had actually befallen it.

So he'd straightened everything up - putting the clothes away back in the closet because he'd still have to sleep somewhere tonight. He'd cleaned up the remainder of the model building pieces, putting them back in the cabinet in the study where they typically lived, and he'd tried to not think about the key.

For years they'd fought when things got tough, Michael trying to push him away and Alex letting him.

He does that, he hurts people to see if they let him go, Maria had told him one day. It had been a bit of an epiphany moment for him to have it so plainly laid out. 

But it hurts, to see the key. To know that Michael made the conscious decision to not take it with him. To not put it on the keyring with the keys to the truck. They'd been trying to take it slow, enjoy the little dates they never got to ever have. Alex hadn't realized how happy it made him to be able to hold Michael's hand in public, to walk around town with him and be seen with him. Particularly now that his father wasn't lurking around every corner, a boogeyman ready to destroy any semblance of happiness.

"What happened with the disposal?" He tries something simple. The mess in the kitchen was frustrating, but this was Michael. He'd never known him to not be able to fix something mechanical before.

"I made it worse," Michael replies waving towards the kitchen.

Alex smiles, walking into the kitchen and gently tugging Michael along with him. It's a relief that Michael follows, that maybe they can settle Michael's nerves together. "I've seen you build an entire pacemaker in a handful of hours. Michael Guerin, foiled by a store bought garbage disposal?"

"Alex-"

He nods, putting a hand up, understanding. "I know you wanted to fix it, and I know you will. But just because I mentioned it doesn't mean you need to do it right away."

It clicks in his mind then, why Michael may have immediately focused on on the things that were broken. The things that to him, should have been easy fixes, things he could control. 

"That's what I do, Manes."

Alex turns towards him, ignoring the kitchen, ignoring everything else except Michael, gently tugging on his hand, pulling him close. He knew there would be bumps, he knew it wouldn't be easy. Pulling Michael in with his free hand, Alex presses a kiss to his lips.

"How about we leave it until tomorrow? You can tell me what you think the problem is, and we can try and solve it together."

Michael nods, but doesn't look completely convinced yet.

He thinks about gently leading Michael into the bedroom to perhaps try and deal with the closet situation. But he thinks maybe this is already too much for one day. He'd tried not to dwell on how small Michael's entire wardrobe appears to be.  He knows working in the junkyard - Michael's never had much use for dressing up, and he's more than familiar with the lack of space in the Airstream. T-shirts, jeans, jackets seem to have become Michael's standard outfits. Things that are practical for what he does.

It starts to rain outside, the sound of water against the windows filling the silence of the house. It's then that Alex notices something odd reflecting on the porch outside the kitchen.

He blinks a few times, and drops Michael's hand to inspect closer, pulling open the door to the deck.

"What are you doing-"

"Look at the rain, Michael."

As the rain falls, collecting in little pools, each new drop hits with the same shimmer Alex has seen on the console in Michael's bunker.

"Alex, look," Michael says, and Alex glances at him quickly before noticing he's looking up towards the sky at something that looks like an Aurora Borealis - bright purples and pinks painting the night across Roswell.

Eduardo was right.

Something alien is happening.

[reminiscing-writer]

Off The Deep End

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4

Warnings: violence, harsh language, fainting, miscarriage, and lots and lots of crying.

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Derek Morgan, if you go over to those curtains one more time, I swear on all my plushies back at Quantico, I will beat your ass myself.” Penelope threatens for the fourth time in the past few hours. She receives a smile from Emily who’s seated beside a napping JJ.

“Babygirl. I’m just trying to open a window, it’s too hot here.” He squints at her, with sweat beads on his forehead.

“I don’t care!” She snaps, placing her laptop aside a little rougher than she'd like. She gets up from her spot on the couch, and shoves Derek aside from the open window, “You’re going to sweat through your clothes, you are going to make a puddle on this floor. I don’t care! But, we are not opening these, because if these open, then my internet fades away, and if my internet goes away, then I can't do any digging to find Spencer. So, no, Derek, you may not open the window!” She snaps.

He stares at her for a moment with wide eyes silently. As she returns back to her spot he follows her and sits at her feet.

“What?” She growls frustratedly. He softly takes her glasses off her face and folds them, putting them aside. “I can't see without those, Derek.” She huffs, going to take them back. He stops her hands, and brings them to his mouth and gives her knuckles soft kisses.

“Sweetie, I know this is stressful. It’s hard on all of us,” He speaks to her with love, “but, it's important we don't lose our temper with each other.” She looks at him dearly with teary eyes.

“I just wish I could do more.” She sniffles quite like a mouse, tears dripping from her eyes, “I feel like we’re not doing enough to help him.”

The team is all at wits end. It’s very clear. Earlier, Hotch had lost his temper with JJ because she hadn’t ‘talked to the local police about the case yet’. Even he knew that was a ridiculous thing to argue over, because, the local PD had nothing to do with this case. But, nonetheless, he had yelled at her, and she had argued back, causing the both to walk away from each other heated.

“Well, then talk to me. Tell me, what is it that can help you work better.” Derek wipes his dear friends cheeks, “Want me to help set the internet a little better?” He asks, stroking her cheeks with his large hands.

Her lips perk up at the corners, “Now you're talking my language, Baby.” She nods like a little child. The two continue back and forth for a bit. They don't realize they have a watcher from afar.

From the dining table in the kitchen, Amelia sat watching the two agents longingly. She knew they didn't have a romantic relationship, but she envied the way they were touching each other and smiling and loving. She envied them and she hated herself for it. Because, with every hour that passed without Spencers being found, was another hour that she was growing angrier.

Not at the team, she knew they were trying their best. But, at herself? She didn't really know; she just needed to be angry at something, or someone.

“How are you feeling?” A hand on Amelia's back startles her. She looks up to see Aaron.

He was older than her by a good decade or so, but Spencer always spoke with such respect to his name. Not so much as a father figure, but more so an older brother. So, eventually that's the role Amelia gave him in her life also.

“Alright,” She lied, taking a sip of her unintended cold coffee.

He takes a seat beside her. He’s about to say something when Derek and Penelope both call for Amelia.

Both of the two seated in the kitchen come into the living room. Hearing their call startles JJ awake, as she was napping on the love seat opposite to them. Emily places a hand on her thigh to reassure her nothing has happened.

“Ameilia,” Garcia starts off just above a whisper, “did you ever have anyone come and check your internet?”

All eyes are on her, “Yeah,” she's confused. She already said the internet was slow. Why does it matter? “I called someone a couple months back, but he didn't really help. In fact, I think it just got worse after he checked it.” She half shrugs. “Spencer thought I was crazy when I told him that.” She gives a ghost of a smile.

“What exactly did he do? The man you called for the wi-fi?” Penelope pries.

“Why does it matter?” Hotch asks.

“Just give me a second to figure this out,” Penelope stalls, looking back to Amelia, “What did he do when he came?”

Amelia licks her dry lips, starting to get anxious, “Um- he checked our router and our modem. Said it was old school, and he would give us a new one free of cost.” She takes a shaky breath in, “Why?”

“Where’s the new system he set up?” Derek asks, standing up from the couch he was seated on.

After Amelia points to the closet in her room, she comes back to Penelope. “Pen, what is it?”

“I have a hunch,” Garcia says, typing on her laptop, “I don't want to be right about it.” Derek comes out of the room with a tiny black box with flashing red lights. He hands it to Garcia, who without a beat says, “But, I'm afraid I am.”

“Sweatpea, this isn’t a new modem. This is a blocker.” Penelope says, turning it around and switching off numerous buttons on it. “The guy, whoever he was, came in here, and planted this on purpose.” She speaks directly to Ameila, though the whole team is watching her with wide eyes.

“Why would - why would someone do that?” Amelia stutters.

“It all makes so much more sense now!” Penelope's brain switches a flip and she tosses the blocker onto the floor, and starts typing hard on her computer. She laughs, “My internet is back! And I got something else too!” JJ gets up to stretch her legs and is instructed by Pen to go and open the curtains.

She's confused, but follows orders as told.

“Derek Morgan, I could kiss you.” Peneople is in her own world.

“I would love that, I really would. But, if we could know why…?” He snaps in front of her screen but she shoos his fingers away. She's in a trance. Maybe it's just because her internet is back up and running, but Amelia begins to get impatient.

She finally turns the screen around to show the team what she's looking at. She's panting as though she ran a mile in under a minute.

The whole team looks at her screen in confusion. “Is that-?” Emily starts.

“Is that us?” Amelia finishes.

“That's us.” Morgan confirms as he raises his arm just to watch his arm raise on the screen.

“What is going on?” Aaron looks at Penelope.

Penelope waits for a dramatic pause, and then she says with complete confidence, “Amelia, someone has been watching you and Spencer for a while now. That same someone was the one who had that blocker planted in your apartment, so they could block any interruptions in and out of here. My bet is,” She turns her laptop back around, “they’re the ones in charge of Spencer's kidnapping.”

Amelia takes in all the information one by one. “But, I called the internet guy just out of chance.” She recalls her memory.

“Where did you find his number?” Emily asks.

“Spencer gave it to me. Actually, he’s the one who called him.” She remembers, “I had complained to him that I was having trouble working on my kindergarteners report cards, so he said he had found someones number on a bulletin board. He’d spoken to him himself, and said the guy would come over the weekend.”

“This is good,” Hotch says, “this is the closest thing to a lead we’ve had since Spencer has gone missing. Emily and Derek, you two go and check out the bulletin boards back at the office, and check if you can see what number Spencer had gotten in contact with.”

The two agents nod, and head out of the apartment, “Penelope,” Hotch says. As she looks up, he replies, “great work.” She beams a smile.

Amelia feels something deep in her stomach. Maybe it's the baby she never forgets about. Or, maybe it's the sense of guilt taking over her. Because, if she hadn't complained to Spencer about the crappy wi-fi, then the man wouldn't have come over. If he didnt come over, he wouldn't have planted the blocker which would mean they wouldn't have surveillance on them. Which would mean Spencer wouldn't have gotten kidnapped, and then he’d still be here today holding her close and-

She begins to feel lightheaded and loses her footing slightly staggering in place. Aaron quickly catches eye of her losing balance and runs up to her. He quickly places a hand on her back and seats on the nearest couch.

“Amelia, we will find him, you have to take it easy..” He reassures her. Most, if not all, of the team knew about her pregnancy. Only the females had made it verbal, but the males also showed just a little extra care towards her in the past 24 hours

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Emily and Derek roll up to their Quanatico office half an hour after the conversation back at the Doctors apartment. They both step out of the car. “So, what are we looking for?” Derek asks, taking off his sunglasses, tucking them into his back pocket.

“Well, Amelia said Spencer had found the electricians number on the bulletin board. Our first best bet is probably the one in the kitchen.”

“But,” Derek opens the door for Emily, “is it really like him to just call a random stranger over to his apartment? I mean, the guy doesn't sound like he worked for a big company.”

The two file into the elevator and start heading up, “Well, he's not really one for technology, is he? He wouldn't really care as long as the problem got solved. Amelia said herself, the problem wasn't bothering him, it was bothering her.” Emily walks out of the elevator first after it stops.

“And, he would do anything in his power to help her be happy.” Derek says as they walk into the bullpen and head for the kitchen. “Even if that meant calling up a stranger and asking for help.”

When they walk into the kitchen nothing stands out to them. Coffee is brewing for other agents, sing has a few dirty mugs, and the bulletin board is just filled with papers they'd seen before.

Derek skims the pages and doesn't seem satisfied, “This is all the regular stuff. Flyers for newbies, orientation timings, and lectures by older agents. Nothing about electricians.”

“Well, there has to be something somewhere.” Emily grunts as she goes to fill herself a mug of hot caffeine. She offers to make Derek a cup, but he declines politely.

“Okay, so I’m Pretty Boy, okay?” He looks at Prentiss, “My wife needs help with the internet at home. I don't know jack squat about that stuff, so what do I do?”

“Ask someone else for help?”

“But, I'm also too shy to ask someone myself. I don't see any flyers here at work, so…” he trails for a second before continuing, “maybe, i see a flyer at my regular cafe.” He lifts an eyebrow suggestively.

Emliy hums in agreement, “Could be.” She nods, “He does get to work with coffee in hand, so he has a regular spot. Someone was already watching him, so they probably knew that. Could’ve planted a trap for him there.”

Derek takes out his phone and dials a memorized number on speaker, “Speak to me, Chocolate Thunder.” Penelope answers.

“Hey, Mama. I need you to look up the route from Spencer's apartment to work. Tell me what coffee shops you see between us.”

Typing begins on the other side before the hear Amelia's shy voice.

“Is this regarding Spencer?”

“Yeah,” Emily answers, “would you happen to know where he got his morning coffee from, Amelia?”

“Uh, yes,,” she replies, “it’s this small cafe like ten minutes from here.” She pauses, “I think it's called The Corner Brewery.”

“Already sent you the address to your cells.” Garcia adds.

“Of course The Genius marries a Genius.” Derek smiles, “You're a lifesaver, Amelia. You too, PC. Get back to you two soon.” He hangs up.

“To the The Corner Brewery we go.” Emily jangles the keys.

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Amelia is in the kitchen making some pasta. No one is hungry, including her. But no one stops her, because she needs something to keep herself busy or she goes back into overthinking mode. Unhealthy for her and the baby.

Penelope sits clacking away at her computer. She had a router backtracking number from the camera she had gotten connected to (the surveillance footage one), so she was hoping she could find the location it was coming from.

Hotch sat across from her, on the phone with Strauss because she was on his ass about his entire team being absent from work with no notice. Hotch was winning the argument, he usually is.

JJ walks into the kitchen, “Can I help?” She offers.

“No, thank you.” Amelia says quietly and politely.

“Amelia,” JJ calls for her attention, “Em and Derek are so close to getting more information. We’ll find him. I promise.”

“Aren't you not allowed to give empty promises like that?” Amelia locks eyes with JJ for the first time all day. It knocks the breath out of Jennifer because she sees just how broken Amelia looks. Her eyes are puffy and rimmed red from constant crying. Her nose is red, and her lips are trembling.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay, I just-,” Amelia turns back to the pot she was stirring, “I really want him to come back home, but please stop giving me false hope.”

It breaks JJ’s heart seeing Amelia so broken. They were never super close, but Amelia was Spencer's wife. And, Spencer was her best friend, and that was enough for her to love Amelia.

A knock on the front door breaks the girl's attention away from their brief conversation.

Hotch stands up immediately, and JJ protectively stands in front of Amelia, with her hand immediately on the gun on her waist. Hotch takes a slow step towards the door, and calls out loudly, “Who is it?”

No answer.

Hotch looks back at JJ, and when she nods, indicating she's ready to fire on command, he swiftly opens the door, pulling out his own gun simultaneously. There's no one at the door, which makes Amelia exhale a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Theres a small package on the welcome mat outside, and just as the previous package, in messy handwriting, it has Mrs. Reid scribbled on it.

Hotch quickly looks outside the door left, right, then left again, and brings the package inside. After shutting and locking the door, he places it on the center table.

Amelia, still traumatized from the last thing they received slowly approaches it, “What is it?”

Aaron shrugs, “Light,” he lowers himself to inspect the package before opening it, “doesn't seem like there's much in it.”

“Maybe you should go inside,” Penelope offers, “since last time-”

“No,” Amelia quickly interjects, “I can handle it. I can do it, I have to. This is about my husband.” She inhales deeply, “I can be strong for him. Open it, Aaron,” She encourages him with the fakest face of courage she can muster up.

He waits a moment, but realizes she's not going anywhere. He begins opening the packing cautiously, just to realize it's a cardboard box. Inside is just a disk. A CD. No label, no tag, no writing. Just a CD.

All heads turn to Garcia, and she nods and holds out a palm to Hotch, “Pass it, I’ll check what it is.”

He hands it to her and she inserts into her laptop. Amelia is seated beside her watching her work away on her laptop.

“There’s a single file on here. A video.” She squints at her screen.

Without another movement made by Garcia, a video opens up on her computer. Her and Amelia gasp in unison. It’s Spencer. Tied to a chair, bloody rag covering his now four-fingered hand.

He looks scared, and bloodied and bruised. His hair is matted down to his forehead and one of his eyes is so swollen that it’s shut. Breathing labored, he tilts his up towards the camera slightly, his messy hair moving with him.

Amelias eyes water and her lips tremble. She covers her mouth with a shaky hand to stop herself from crying. Be brave, she reminds herself, be brave and strong for Spencer.

Penelope places her equally shaking hand on her friends thigh, just as to remind her, we’re here for you.

“Whenever you’re ready, Spencie.” A voice says from off camera. Garcia places the laptop front and center on the living room coffee table.

Spencer takes a deep breath, “Amelia,” his bottom lip quivers, “I am so sorry, Sweetheart.” At the mention of the nickname Amelia whimpers. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and I would never have hoped you would be involved in this also.” He shut both his eyes and looked down at his lap. “We’ll figure this out, Buttercup.” This nickname causes Amelia's eyes to water and start streaming silent tears. “Just you and me, against the world.” A small smile from him earns him an identical one from his wife.

“And, Amelia, I promise you,” he swallows hard, looking back up once again. His face almost unrecognizable, this time JJ looks away with her eyes shut, “once I get out of here, you and me, we’ll go on that date to Griffith Park observatory you’ve always wanted to go to. But, maybe we’ll skip the ending, I don’t like the end of the observatory.” Amelia furrows her brows, her heart beating a mile a minute. “And, then, maybe we could watch a movie. Like that one Jim Carrey film. What was it? Something, Ventura? It was top class acting, I know you said that.” Amelia can sense something off, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She messily wipes her tears, sniffling. She stands up catching the eye of JJ.

“Please, Amelia.” Spencer pleaded desperately, “I love you.” He was crying too. His voice was shaking. He was at his breaking point.

“Hey, Lover Boy!” The same voice from before came loudly. A man walked from behind the camera, keeping in mind of not showing his face. He walks towards Spencer, his back to the viewers, “Would you like to give us the password now?”

Amelias breathing shallowes, and she unconsciously placed a hand on her stomach. As she stares at Spencer with wide eyes, the man swings a punch straight to his gut. “Couldn’t hear you, dear.” He chuckles evilly.

Amelia watches in horror as the man cracks his knuckles, “Speak up for me.'' Another punch gets delivered to her husband's chest.

“Please stop.” Spencer pleaded, spitting blood. The sight made Amelia cry loudly, and Aaron tries to move her from in front of the screen.

“Garcia, turn it off.” He orders, equally shaken up.

“I’m trying,” she cries, tapping at herkeyboard, “it won’t go away.” She sniffles desperately.

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and I’ll stop.” The man threatens. He walks away for a second just to return back into the screen with a large metal rod.

“Garcia!” Aaron scolds loudly.

“It won’t turn off!” She yells back, scared.

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, and as if Amelia's body couldn’t handle seeing her husband get hurt any longer, her eyes shut on her, and she falls straight to the floor.

“I’ll tell you!” The team hears Spencer plead on camera. But, no one is watching the screen anymore. Instead, they all quickly huddle around Amelia, who lay on the floor. Eyes shut with tears streaking her cheeks. The commotion of the apartment is loud for the next few moments.

Spencer in the video giving a password to his captor. Garcia is on the phone with the police, telling them to send an ambulance to her current address. JJ is trying to wake up Amelia, her head being softly placed onto the agents lap.

JJ strokes Amelia's hair softly, “Amelia, please. Please wake up.” She whispers, her eyes ready to leak tears.

Aaron, in the midst of the chaos, turns his attention to Spencer just to hear him say the last few letters.

“That’s not right.” He mumbles, grabbing JJ’s attention.

“What?” She looks up.

“That’s not the code. If the code they want is the Integrity Files one, he gave them a faulty password.”

“Why would he do that?” She asks.

A few moments later, paramedics rush into the apartment. After Garcia argues her way into the ambulance also, JJ and Aaron agree to meet at the hospital.

“I’ll let Derek and Emily know.” JJ says to Garcia as she sits next to a still unconscious Amelia. Penelope nods and the medics shut the ambulance doors.

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Back at The Corner Brewery, Derek and Emily walk with purpose. The barista asks them for their orders.

“No coffee, although, we were wondering if you guys had a bulletin board of any sort?” Emily asks as Derek takes a look around.

The cafe was very large. It was busy, and the amount of customers made Derek nervous if they would find any information they seeked.

“Yes,” the man behind the counter replied bored, “we allow paying customers to post any advertisements they want over there.” He points to a cork board that hung at the end of the store.

Very big, and very much covered in papers, and stickers and flyers.

They nod, and before heading to the board, Derek feels the need to flash his badge. Just to show that he has a reason to be here.

“Where do we start?” Emily gawks at the board. There’s at least 50 different papers layered on top of one another.

The two agents start to remove paper by paper to see if they can see any ads that may stand out. After half an hour of unsuccessful searching, Derek excused himself.

“I gotta take a bathroom break, Prentiss.” He walks away as she nods. He walks up to the barista and asks for the men’s room. As he’s about to walk away, he catches glimpse of a page hanging behind the wall the barista stood in front of. “Hey, my man.” He grabs the servers attention, “What’s that?” He points to the page.

The barista comes by. He tears the paper off the wall and hands it to him. “An ad, probably hung up by one of the other servers here. Customers aren’t allowed back here.” He gives a half shrug before walking away.

Need help with bad internet? Call us today!

Derek rushes back to Em to show her what he found.

“Hey, check this out.” He hands it to her.

She reads it over. It looks simple, like it was printed at home. A stock photo image of a computer with a large red cross over it. The heading was big and bold. Loud enough to catch attention.

At the bottom of the page, there was a name and number.

“Leonel Cassum.” Emily reads the name at the bottom.

“I think we should give him a call,” Derek looks over at the number, “after that bathroom break.” He turns back around to where he was before.

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“So, Leonel,” Derek starts, sitting opposite of the male they called in for questioning, “tell me, how’s business?”

He’s confused. The freckles on his nose move as he scrunches his nose, “It’s alright, going decent enough.” He looks from Derek to Emily and back. “Am I allowed to ask why I’m here?”

Derek gives a large smile, almost condescendingly, “Of course you are,” he pauses, waving over Emily. She hands him a folder. “now, do you know who Dr. Spencer Reid is?”

The young blonde shakes his head. “No, why am I here?” There’s a shake in his voice.

“Because,” Emily takes a seat next to Derek, “Dr. Reid is missing. And you’re our only lead. The whole case is sitting on your shoulders.” She points her index to him.

He stares back, mouth agape, “W-what? No, no that’s not possible.” He leans forward, “Look, you guys have the wrong guy. I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know who that is!” He looks desperately from one agent to the other.

“Really?” Emily raises an eyebrow, “Well, it says in your call records,” she opens her folder, “that you spoke to Dr. Reid exactly three months ago. It was a five minute long call. He had called you, at,” she squints at her page, “8 in the morning. Early, huh?” She looks to Morgan.

“Well, maybe Leonel here isn’t an early riser. That’s why he doesn’t remember who he spoke with. Right, Leonel?” Derek looks to their guest.

He stares back, “I- I may have spoken to him.” He shrugs, “But, I speak to a lot of people everyday. It’s nothing significant.”

“Well, it must’ve been. Because, you spoke to him on a Friday, and agreed the very next day. Fast service for such a busy company.” Emily counters.

Leonel looks to the dark haired agent, “It must’ve been a slow weekend, I really don’t know what you guys are intending.” He continues his innocence.

Emily stands up slamming the table with her palms, scaring the kid, “We’re intending you spoke to the Doctor, came to his house, placed a blocker in his home,” she inches close to Leonel's face, “and have been watching him like a stalker since then. Now he’s gone missing! So, who’s head is that on? Yours!” She yells in his face.

Leonel scoots back, “I didn’t do any of that!” He cries.

“We have footage of you walking into his apartment, Leonel!” Emily walks around the table so she’s next to his chair, “How much are you going to lie before you break?” She stares at him menacingly. Derek quietly watches, playing the good cop between them.

Leonel's shoulders start to shake.

“I’m real tight on money.” He squeaks. “Some guy came up to me at a cafe and told me he’d pay me hefty if I just go along with a few things he wanted.” He looks to Derek, almost ignoring Emily.

“It started off small, like just making a flyer. Then he told me I'd receive a call,” he wipes his nose with his sleeve, “and after a few days, I did. I was told what to say, and I did exactly that.” He wipes his tears quickly, “All I did was set up a small blocker in his apartment.” His breathing gets shaky again, “But, that’s all! That’s all I did! I didn’t kidnap anyone! I didn’t hurt anyone! I swear!” He cries.

Emily goes back around next to Derek, “If he’s saying the truth, then there’s another surveillance guy.”

“I don’t know who he is,” Leonel speaks quietly, “but,” he swallows hard, “I can tell you where he’s at. I heard the guys who hired me talk about it once.”

Leonel gets sat with a facial artist first, to hopefully get a rough sketch of the man who hired him. And then he gives the address of what he thinks should be the place the creep who was watching Spencer is set up.

-

Derek drives to the given address, which happens to be just a street opposite of Spencer and Amelia's abode.

“Makes sense, seeing as how close this is to Amelia's place,” Emily gets out of the passenger seat and looks up at a tall building, squinting as the sun hits her eyes.

“Well, this is the address blondie gave us, so let's give it a look.” Derek starts to walk into the apartment complex before them.

They walk in and quickly come to realize that anything could happen in this building, and no one would know. The place was empty. Maybe there were residents living there, but whoever they were, they were very much to themselves.

The two agents make sure their badges are on display on their belts, and start to inspect the building. Slowly making their way up each floor, they finally stop at the 7th floor. As the elevator doors open, Derek stops the doors from closing with his hands, “Well, this looks promising.”

The floor seemed to be under construction. Paint buckets laid everywhere, and plastic sheets hung from the walls.

As the two stepped out of the elevator, they hear a paint can fall in the distance. Instantly whipping their head in that direction, Emily calls out loudly, “Federal Agents! Who's there?”

When instead of a reply they hear footsteps running, both of them grab a hold of their weapons and start running towards the sound. Derek gives a quick and quiet hand motion, telling Emily to split up to over more ground.

It a large floor and the place is split into different sections just by plaster or lanky wood. Once the footsteps stop, the only sound they hear is wind and their own breathing. Neither of the agents say a word.

Then, a sound behind Morgan, something sounding like a rustling makes him whip his entire body around and instinctively tackle. And rightfully so, because down goes the man they’re supposedly looking for.

Emily comes running up next to the two men who are wrestling, (although Morgan is most definitely winning). She hands Derek a pair of handcuffs and pulls out her vibrating cell to see JJs caller ID.

“Great time, JJ,” She breathes into the phone catching her breath. “We’ve got good news.”

“I’ve got some bad news.” JJ says at the same time on the other end. When Emily doesn’t say anything else, she continues, “What’s the good news?”

Emily walks a few feet away from Derek as he forces his handcuffed man up forcefully. She walks towards a set up right by an open window. A camera, a laptop, a few other boxes that are beeping green and red, and something that she didn’t expect; a large sniper rifle. All aiming straight at the dear doctors apartment.

“We found our peeping Tom. Well, he seems more like sniping Tom, but you know what I mean.” Emily says, “What’s the bad news?” She furrows her brows.

“Amelia fainted at the apartment.” JJ says, “We received a video of Spencer and she passed out while watching it. We’re headed to the hospital now.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there.” Em replies, following Derek into the elevator.

“Oh, yeah, and Em?”

“Yeah?”

“This is about the Integrity Case. The kidnappers were torturing Reid for the password on camera.”

-

-

We’re so sorry. Sorry. So sorry. We tried. Our deepest condolences.

It doesn’t make any sense to Amelia. Sorry about what? She can barely remember what’s happened, and here doctors and nurses apologizing to her.

She continues to stay silent as a male doctor stands before her speaking of something that doesn’t register in her brain.

She’s in a hospital. She knows that. She’s been changed into a gown, she knows that also. Her mind feels woozy, that’s something also.

A nurse steps in front of her, “Is there anything I can do for you, Darling? Before we leave you for a bit.”

Amelia licks her lips before speaking, “I’m just a little lost,” as she speaks, she realizes she’s slurring her words slightly, “what’s happened?” She blinks hard.

“Oh,” the nurses blinks, “well, you’re friends out there say you had a fainting episode. And, well, sometimes if the body is undergoing a lot of stress, it can put a lot of stress on the baby also.” She's speaking slowly and clearly- unlike the doctor before her. “Sometimes, that can cause the fetus to get over worked,” she tilts her head slightly, “and, in your case, unfortunately, the fetus was far too young to try and save.”

The words slowly start to settle into Amelia's already foggy brain. Her hand goes onto her stomach.

Sorry. So sorry. We’re so sorry.

“We did try our best, but there was only so little we could do.” The nurse says sympathetically.

“The baby,” Amelia's voice is quiet, “the baby… is gone?” She asks in utter disbelief.

“We are so terribly sorry for your loss, hun.”

And before another word can leave anyone else’s mouth, Amelia's shoulders start to tremble as she breaks down. Loud cries leave her room as she cries over the loss of her unborn child.

A nurse comes outside and informs the team of what happened. Some shed a tear, others conceal their feelings till they’re in private. But they all hear the cries from Amelias room. Loud and clear.

It’s all pent up feelings.

Grief, because even if the baby wasn’t in her arms, it was still inside her. She was still talking to the baby. Telling them about what a great father Spencer is. Talking to them about how wonderful a mother she will be also. How much she’s looking forward to them growing everyday. Telling them just how much they’re loved, even before they’ve entered the world.

Anger, because Spencer isn’t here with Amelia. He didn’t know she was pregnant, much less know she’s lost the baby. She knows it’s ridiculous to be angry, but she is upset. He should’ve been here. If he was here, she wouldn’t have lost the baby.

She knows it’s not his fault. He wanted a family just as much Amelia did. They’d been trying for years, and when they did finally succeed-

Amelia screams. Again, and again, and again.

Some words. Some just incoherent screams. Her voice is not nearly loud enough to express all the emotions she’s feeling. Her screams boom through the whole maternity ward. While some mothers are cradling their newborns, this mother is mourning the loss of hers.

JJ decides to stay back with Amelia, even if it does mean just waiting in the waiting room. Garcia and Derek team together to go back to the apartment to gather all their belongings to head back to the office. Hotch and Emily agree to head into question their newfound suspect.

Amelia is left alone in the room.

Missing her husband.

Missing her child.

Losing everyone she loves, one by one.

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[darklymelanatedstories]

Another weird sad story coming up hot.

This is a sequel of Heartbreak. If you haven't read that part yet then I suggest you do so before torturing yourself with this.

This is my first Piccolo x reader and enjoy.

You remind me (ft Piccolo)

Your eyes widened in shock as your lips met his. You couldn't believe it. He actually kissed you. Piccolo. Kissed. You! After the shock had subsided, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the surprising softness of his emerald lips. Wrapping your arms around him, you eased into the kiss...but it didn't last. The moment was abruptly ended and you were carefully pushed off of him. You stared up at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?",you asked. And actually it kinda frustrated you. For weeks he's been on and off and you weren't sure how to keep up with his change of emotions. He touched his bottom lip before looking back at you. The cold expression he gave you told you that you weren't gonna get the explanation you wanted.

"This was a mistake.",he said bluntly.

"What?" You couldn't believe it. You thought he had actually given you a chance when he took you in his arms and hungrily pressed his lips against yours.

"This, everything, was all a mistake." His cape whisked in the wind as he turned his back on you. You were so confused. "I'm sorry.",he said.

You quickly took his hand before he could get a chance to take off. "Wait."

He tried to pull his arm away but your superhuman grip made it a bit hard. "(Y/n) let go of me. I don't love you." Those words hurt worse than all the beatings you got from training. Deja vu hit the Namekian hard. He's lived through this scenario before. Only this time the roles are reversed.

"Piccolo, look at me.",you said. All the more reason not to look at you. "Look at me!",you demanded, louder this time. And this time he did so. He slowly turned to look at you and immediately his heart shattered like once before but for a different reason. The pain in your eyes.

"Say it."

He looked confused at your statement. "Say what?"

"Say that you don't love me. Look me in the eyes and say it."

He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. "It's just four words Piccolo."

"I...I can't." He hung his head. He mentally cursed the day he was born on this ratchet planet. Humans were exhausting to be around.

"You can't?" Your grip tightened on his arm. "I don't understand you. You kissed me, you–"

You were silenced with another surprise kiss. It was his special way of shutting you up that day. "I can't say it when I know the real truth but the reason I love you might not be right."

"I don't understand."

Piccolo sighed. "See the thing about you that caught my eye is the same thing that makes me change my mind. It's kinda hard to explain but you deserve an explanation so I'll try."

You let go of his hand and he sat on the grass. "You need to sit down this may take a while." He patted the spot next to him and you reluctantly sat next to him. You waited patiently as you knew he wasn't one to spill his out his feelings so easily.

He looked up at the night sky and took a deep breath. "See there's this girl–" A gasp involuntarily escaped your lips. Piccolo gave you a worried look but you nodded your head slowly, encouraging him to carry on.

Looking back at the stars he continued.

"You remind me of a girl that I once knew. I see her face whenever I, I look at you. Wouldn't believe all the things she put me through." What he said next really slapped you I'm the face. "This is why I just can't be with you."

"See she sorta looks just like you." You saw a small smile appear on his face. "She even smiles just the way you do. So innocent she seemed," The smile is soon replaced by a scowl. "But I was fooled." He turns his head and his onyx eyes meet yours. "I'm reminded when I look at you."

You knew what was coming next and you honestly hadn't been prepared for it. You didn't know if you were angrier that his heart was damaged when it got to you or that someone else had it before you.

"(Y/n), you're amazing, sweet, strong, beautiful. You're really everything a Demon prince could ask for."

"But you can't bear to be with someone who's the same as the one who broke you. That's why you won't even give me a chance?!",you yelled. You couldn't be more offended.

"I know it's so unfair to you." He reached out to touch your arm but you slapped his hand away. He could see you were hurt and that hurt him even more but he couldn't risk having his heart broken. Not again. He felt an odd familiarity with you. He wanted you yet couldn't let you in. "I wish I knew how to seperate the two."

"Then why kiss me?",you asked.

He felt ashamed of the reason, that in a way he just wanted to feel close to her again. The only reason he hasn't pushed you away completely is because he needed her likeness around.

You couldn't bare to hear anymore. You got up and as soon as you did, Piccolo grabbed your arm. "Please just let me–"

"We're done here Piccolo." You weren't even sure he felt anything. He hid his feelings really well. All there was a plastered facade of an emotionless monster. You loved him, but his heart belonged to another.

You felt his energy spike and his hand feel like lava against your sensitive skin. You gasped and he immediately let go of your hand.

"You're not afraid to love Piccolo. Your heart is reserved for another. If you still see her in me, then it means you've still been lying to yourself this whole time."

The look on his face told you that your suspicions were correct. "I hope...I–goodbye Piccolo."

As soon as your back was facing him, hot tears streamed down your face. You immediately took to the skies and left him there with his hand still extended as if he was trying to reach you.

"Damnit.",he growled. He let himself fall onto the ground and focused on the stars above him. He learnt to deal with his emotions pretty well after that heartbreaking day. It didn't take too long to hide them but solving them was the real problem.

He thought your words over and over. He realised that his obsession with her, his never ending bitter love for her was holding him back. Back from all the good things in his life. His friends that he never spoke to ever since then, his concerned former pupil that he always shut away from whenever he tried to comfort Piccolo, Pan who was like his second child and you. The one person who he only opened up to. He hated how you could turn him into a teddy bear, how you laughed at stupid things, how you sang and danced like no one was watching, the playful glares you gave as you sparred, how you loved to place flower crowns on his head and climb on his lap as he meditated...how a part of you reminded him of her!

He couldn't do it anymore.

~

You had your head buried in the pillow that was soaked in your tears. You truly couldn't explain the pain you felt.

You were startled by a light tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away and went over to open the curtains. You're met with annoyance, relief and shock all at the same time.

You're ready to close the curtains and go back to the comfort of your bed but his eyes plead with you to let him in.

You give in and decide to open the window for him, you knew he'd break it open if you didn't anyway. As he swiftly flies through the window you cross your arms and avoid eye contact so he can't see your puffy red eyes but it was probably too late.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry. I just–I guess–I just...what I'm trying to say,"he stammered. He wasn't really good at these things.

"Just say what you wanna say damnit!",you snapped at him. As he looked into your eyes you could see he was broken, just looking at you in your depressed state made him want to shoot a special beam at himself.

He sighed and before you knew it, you were grabbed by the hand and pulled into his arms. Tears streamed down your face as you hugged back.

You two stayed in each other's arms the whole night. No words were spoken and that was just perfect. When you woke up in his arms the next day you knew that his heart belonged to you because you're the one that fixed it.

[1a-imagines]

No more tears.

{Overview: How they help you when you're sad.}

{Type: headcannons}

{Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, todoroki.}

{A/n: This is a sort of comfort I decided to do for anyone who is having a tough time right now. No matter what you're going through. There is always someone there for you. Even me! I'll happily talk to any of you if you need support!

Remember! You are valid, you are cared for and you are loved.}

This precious baby would do anything to make you happy.

Your smile was the thing he wanted to protect the most in the world.

So you can imagine how his heart shattered when you called him at 3am, crying your eyes out.

He answered the phone, groggily, still half asleep.

That was until he heard you sniffle and your voice quiver as you called out for him.

He immediately shot up in his bed, now wide awake as he got you to explain what happened.

As soon as he heard you say you needed a hug he was jumping around his room trying to shove clothes on before leaving his home

He ran all the way to your place as fast as his legs could carry him.

He stayed on the phone the whole time, promising you that he would be there soon and that it was going to be ok.

He won't pry into your problems if you didn't initially mention why you were upset.

He didn't want to pressure you.

So he really was just running over to your place in the dead of night not knowing what was wrong.

But you were crying and that was enough of a reason for him to know that he needed to be by your side right now.

As soon as he arrived and saw you curled up on your bed with tear stained cheeks he ran over and pulled you into his arms.

He rocked you gently as he petted down your hair.

Shushing you softly as you sobbed, even harder than before, into his shirt.

He won't mind the dampness on his shirt, he knew you needed to let it all out.

So he's going to sit with you for however long it takes for you to feel a bit better.

He'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you cry.

He wanted you to know that he was there for you and that you could lean on him for love and support.

"You're going to get through this."

"You're not alone. I'm right here, I always will be.."

"I love you so much Y/n."

"It's ok to cry. Don't be ashamed. It'll be ok."

If, when you calm down a little, you decide to open up about whatever it is that's bothering you, he'll quietly listen to your sorrows for as long as you need him too.

All without letting his grip on you slip.

You could keep him up all night crying and ranting and he wouldn't mind at all.

Your happiness was always one of his main priorities.

He would do anything for your smile.

You can trust that he would never judge you either.

You could be crying over fictional characters and he'd still be supportive and loving.

No matter how miniscule you think your problem is, if it made you cry, it'll always mean a lot to him.

"I-I'm sorry Izuku… this is stupid…"

"If it's enough to make you cry then it's not stupid at all!"

Even though he may not always be able to give you the best advice or help solve all your problems he can at least lighten the load for you.

He'll take it upon himself to surround you with your favourite things in order to cheer you up.

Snacks, video games, movies and plenty of hugs and kisses, you name it.

So you can be sure that after you've calmed down he's going to spoil you rotten

He'll dedicate a whole week to making you happy if he has too.

Your smile is the most beautiful sight in the world to him.

So he's going to do everything he can to make sure that he sees it again.

"You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it."

This guy is the worst in these situations.

But you can bet your ass that as soon as he finds you crying in your room he'll be by your side in 0.05 seconds and holding you at arms length, staring into your glossy eyes with worry all over his face.

"Y/n!? Why the fuck are you crying!? Did someone hurt you!? I'll fucking kill them!! Give me their names!"

They aren't the sweetest words in the world but, at the very least, it shows he cares.

He'll be pretty demanding about telling him what's wrong since he's "your boyfriend and you should trust him."

"Don't be a dumbass! Hiding away your emotions until you burst is stupid!"

When he sees more tears welling up in your eyes his heart will pound against his chest.

Shit… did he just make things worse?

With a sigh he will force himself to calm down, for your sake.

His hold on you and tone of voice will grow softer as he realises that you needed support in that moment and nothing else.

He'll put away his advice and opinions, even his itch to kick someones ass for you, and just sit down beside you on the floor of your room.

He'll put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm your boyfriend, dumbass. I'm right here. You can talk to me whenever you need too. I know I'm shitty with words but I still have ears."

He grumbled as he put his head on top of yours, allowing you to cling to him and cry into his shoulder.

He'll wait for you to calm down and stop crying before moving or saying anything else.

He's actually a little worried he'll just make you feel worse again.

After awhile of rubbing your side as you cried against him, he lifts your head up to him and wiped your tears stains cheeks with his thumb.

Your eyes were sparkling from the tears, your cheeks flushed red as your stared up at him like a little kicked puppy.

He huffed softly as his cheeks turned the same shade as yours.

"You're still beautiful even when you're a damn mess."

His comment makes you breath out a chuckle through your nose.

Hearing your small laugh will make him feel really proud.

He actually made you feel a little better?

A smirk crawls onto his face in victory as he fixed your hair for you, brushing away all the stray stands from your face.

After he's finished cleaning your face he picked you up and gently lay you on the bed so he could cuddle your properly.

You better be ready because he's not going to let you go for at least a few hours.

"Get some rest baby. If you want, we can talk about this tomorrow- or we can forget it and go on a date instead? We can do whatever you want. Sound good?"

God, he was awful at this- but he would do anything to make you smile again.

He lulled you to sleep with the warmth of his body and how he ran his fingertips across your skin in an all-too-soothing way.

He quietly muttered sweet words to you, you were half asleep so he was sure you wouldn't hear them, or at the very least, not remember them by morning

But you did.

"You're going to get through this. I know you will. You're so damn strong."

"I'll be right here whenever you need me to be. You better not forget that."

His eyes softened a little as he stared down at your peaceful sleeping face, his heart strings tugging when he could see the traces of tear stains were still present on your face

"We'll make it through this… together. I promise." He whispered before pressing another kiss to your forehead.

He may be awful at saying it but you're the most important person in the world to him.

Just don't tell anyone!

"Strength grows in moments when you think you can't go on- but you go on anyway."

Since he's quite a lot of the time, he's a lot more observant than the other two.

He was instantly able to tell that something was wrong with you.

Even if you were trying to hide it.

He noticed the way your lips twitched down into a frown when no one was looking, how your eyebrows knitted together, how you forced all your smiles and laughs.

He even noticed when your eyes got slightly more glossy than usual.

The problem is that he didn't know how to approach it.

You haven't come to him for help or support? So did you want to be left alone? Or were you just feeling shy about reaching out for help?

Both were possible and he really didn't want to make things any worse.

He wanted to approach things from the best possible angle.

But at the same time, he's a very blunt person.

So you can expect him to approach you at some point and question your behaviour.

He'll wait until you two are alone though, he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible when he speaks to you.

"Is something wrong, love? You seem upset lately."

If you try to deny that anything is wrong, he won't take it.

He doesn't agree with suppressing emotions.

"I know you're lying to me"

You don't have to tell him what's wrong, but he'd prefer you didn't try to hide your emotions from him.

If something is wrong then he wants to be there for you like you're always there for him.

He'll gently takes your hand into both of his, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he sat facing you.

"Please, never be afraid to talk to me about your troubles. I love you, and I'm here for."

As soon as he saw the first sign of tears in your eyes, he sucked in a breath, His eyes widening in shock.

He thinks he accidentally upset you again, so be sure to reassure him when he apologises to you.

If you want some alone time he'll respect it.

But if you want him to stay he will be more than happy to sit with you and comfort you as best he can.

He'll talk with you for hours, listening to your problems or whatever you have to say in silence.

Never once did he interrupt you.

You had his full attention.

Even if he doesn't understand why you're sad or can't relate to the situation.

He will listen to every word you say.

Whenever your emotions started tipping over the edge again he would lightly rub circles into the back of your hand for comfort.

Once your finished he will gently reach over and wipe your tears away with his thumb

His touches are so gentle, as if you were a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking you.

He's not the most outwardly affectionate guy but he would try to push that away for you.

He can see how distraught you are and he knows that some love and support would do wonders for you right now.

So he'll lay down with you on your bed and pull your face into his neck

It's the kind of hug that feels like he's trying to protect you from the rest of the world.

It's not too tight, but it's firm.

One arm wrapped around your waist as the other went around your head so he could run his hands through your hair.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he gently rubbed his other hand up and down your back.

He'll give you any advice he has on the situation.

But He doesn't always say the best things for the situation, since he's quite a blunt guy.

But he will always make it up to you.

I'm talking about bringing you flowers the next day, taking you on a date filled with all the things you love.

Anything to cheer you up.

He's really trying for you because he loves you so much.

He'll eventually realise that you don't need him to solve your problems.

You just needed to know you had his love and support.

And you most definitely did.

"Like the sun, you too shall rise and continue to shine."

[fivesoskingdom]

"You're going to get me killed." gang!Ashton (Golden Star Fanfic)

A/N: Sixth part is here, dear partners. I'm happy that you guys liked the last one, but this one is better, I promise, OK? And please, a beautiful anon said how I could make the "read more" in the app (I don't use computer), so I'm trying. Can you guys say if it works?

Summary: You're finally getting what you wanted: being away from Ashton's gang and himself. But maybe this isn't the best thing right now. And maybe, for a couple of minutes, you actually wanted Ashton as close to you as possible.

Remember: The next chapter only comes if this one gets, at least, 30 notes.

You can find the previous parts here

Hope you guys like it, don't forget to reblog, so I can know that there's someone out there liking my stuff. 💋

Ashton waited for you for about three hours in front of your house, his car parked where you could see him as soon as you got to your street. It was odd for you to see him there since he never show up before and you also realized that you didn't saw any guy walking you home today. Secretly you wished that it was Luke's day because after the hell day you got, you could use a good talk at home with some pizza.

"Last time you were here you were covered in blood. Good to see that's not happening today." you pointed while opening the door.

"Yeah, didn't got any shot in the last month." he said getting out of his motorcycle and going to you, entering your house behind you. "And the shot you took care is the only one I don't have a scar."

"Well, good to know that. I'm not a plastic for nothing." you smiled.

"I wondered about your specialty. Good to know it's plastics."

"Seriously, Irwin?" you left your stuff at the dinner table and got to the kitchen to take two glasses of wine. "Never bother to ask to any of my dear followers?"

"Nah." he smiled getting the glass of you, going to sit in the couch and you followed him. "Wanted to ask myself."

"OK, now that you know that I'm a plastics, what are you really doing here?" This was, by far, the strangest interaction you two ever had. You were sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, looking at him, he was sitting more formally, the glass of wine spinning in his hand.

"We need to talk. And it's serious."

"Please, don't say that the guy I hit wants to kill me. You said you would protect me."hearing that kind of words was never a good thing, hearing from someone like Ashton was even worse.

"He's not a threat anymore." he said and you raised one eyebrow. "He's alive, you just really teached him a lesson and I made sure to teach one or two more as well."

"So, what's so important that made you come here yourself?" you never bothered to turn on the main light, the whole room being illuminated by the little yellowish lights you had, making it all really cozy. Ashton stayed in silence for a while, pondering how and what say to you, you took your time to analize him. His face was some kind of soft, he wasn't looking scary or even mad, for once, a little scar, almost invisible, was near to his eyebrown and you knew it was new. Being a plastic surgeon made you really observant to the little things.

"Listen, I'm not going to follow you everywhere anymore." he started with a sigh.

"Oh my God, thank you!!!" you almost screamed, making him giggle, shaking his head in denial. You could, actually, kiss him because you were so happy.

"Yeah, don't get all excited. Here's the thing: Someone from Noah's gang saw us following you and now we think that they think that you're something important to us, what means that they can get you." now his soft face was worried, his lips were in a thin line. You mind started to buzz and it was nothing with the wine, your heart raced and you felt your hands sweat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you get up, completely shocked. "You put me in danger and now you're going to leave me all by myself? What the actual fuck?"

"Can you please sit your ass down?" he asked taking a deep breath, looking at you when you didn't. "Seriously, sit." he pulled you, almost making you fall at his lap, he realized that too and took him some seconds to talk again. "Listen, stop screaming." he looks again at you "If we keep following you, they're going to get you at some point to discover why we are doing this, so Calum suggest that we follow you from far, by an app." he explained calmly, his hand never left your arm and you were starting to feel weird with his touch. "Harry, our tech guy, developed this app that will show us your live location all the time, real time. Here." he finally let your arm go to hand you a box, when you open it you see a necklace, it's golden and it has a little pendant in form of a golden star with an little A jammed. It was, actually, really cute. "This is a chip and a button, it shows me where you are any time."he shows you his app, the map showing your location at your house. "You can't take this, are you listening to me? Never. Not to sleep, not to shower, not even in the hospital. Specially not in the hospital." he gets up, going to behind you so he can put the necklace on your neck. "If you ever need anything, if you get in trouble, press the star, it will alarm my phone and the guys as well and we will be able to find you anywhere." he sits in front of you again.

"You're going to get me killed." you say with your voice below a whisper, looking to your lap. "This is insane." all your rage became fear. No, you didn't liked to be followed, no, you never thought it was necessary, but now you were being really in danger, now you could really die because of this man in front of you.

"Listen to me." he makes you look at him raising your face with his fingers on your chin. "You're not getting killed, do you understand? You saved my life and I will be in debt with you for it forever, so if you die, I'll die with you." he smiled at you, a warm smile that maybe in any other situation would make you want to get in his lap and kiss him, but now it only makes you feel sad.

"Why, Irwin? Tell me." you ask with your eyes in tears, your voice may be low, but he can hear how mad you're at him again. "I didn't asked for any of this. Now I'm going to be between two gangs?"

"You saved my life and I can't just let this go. Trust me, you'll be safe." he smiles to you and you roll your eyes, slapping his hand of your chin. "You're way too stubborn, you know that? I don't know how you remain alive." he rolled his eyes as well, completely annoyed by your attitude.

"Yeah, I won't be a problem for much longer, right? Good for you." you get up to go to your room. "You know your way out. Please don't come again, I don't wanna die."

As you started to walk away, Ashton got up from the couch and before he could stop himself, he was already right behind you, getting in your room. You saw him and was about to tell him to go, but he was faster and pressed you against the bedroom wall with his own body. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt him so close, his breath fanning all over your face since he was taller than you. Ashton's eyes were watching everything on your face, looking how you were reacting and he felt a heat over his body when you slightly opened your mouth before bitting your bottom lip. It took him all his self control to not kiss you right the way.

"I don't care what you think about me or this whole situation." he started, whispering. "I don't care if you hates me because I followed you or anything else. But I'm saying this to you: I'll never let anything happen to you." you couldn't stop your eyes from looking all over his face, absorbing every little detail from his hazel eyes to his pink lips. Didn't matter how much you kind of hated him, you couldn't deny how freaking handsome he was. But you always knew that, you knew from the day one, when you were sitting on his lap to take care of his face. Even with blood all over his body, even being so pale that you got afraid that he would really die, even so you could see how handsome he was. But being this close were a whole new level and even though he was trying really hard to not let anything appear on his face, you could read the lust in his eyes the same way he could read on yours.

"I don't know if you really believe in that."you said at his same tone, his lips turned up in a little smirk.

"I never broke a promise, sweetheart. This isn't going to be the first one." he took your chin again between his fingers and he looked directly into your eyes. "You don't know what I'm capable of doing for the people I'm loyal to."

"You never had to be loyal to me, Irwin." you shook your head a little, since his hand didn't let you move too much.

"I did. I do. And I feel that I'll always have to. Each day more." the smirk never got out of his lips. "Be good, OK? You know how to reach me." and then he kissed the conner of your mouth, getting out of the room and letting you absolutely breathless, incapable of understanding a thing about what just happened. Little did you know, that he didn't understood either, that the whole way back home he was cursing himself for the urge he felt of kissing you, more than that, the urge he felt to keep you so close to him that you wouldn't be able to move. Actually, he wanted you to move, maybe under him, on your bed that was almost screaming his name. He thought about you screaming his name and not in the way you're used to. You made him hard and you didn't even touched him. Half way home he turned around, going to the only place where he could solve his little problem for a while, making him smile when he saw the big red neon letters. "Hell on heels."

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