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mammonshuman92 · 4 years ago

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- Watched - Pt.4

(Mammon x GN!MC)

** TW: swearing, kidnapping, religion, abuse, blood, death (if I missed any I do apologize!)

He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.”

Your heartbeat quickened, breathing becoming slightly erratic. Your eyes widened at the scene laid out before you, but you tried your best to hold your resolve.

Whatever he plans to do, even if this is where your time on this Earth comes to an end, you didn’t plan to give him the satisfaction of conforming to his insane, backwoods ideologies. For your most beloved demons, and the love of your life, you were ready to fight until the bitter end.

After leaving the coffee shop, Mammon made his way back to your house to come up with a plan. As he rushed back, he got a brilliant idea and immediately made a phone call.

Given their status and connections, he was sure that at least a few of his brothers would be able to dig up info on this Alex dude and the ATA, however he couldn’t risk any of them finding out what was going on, for fear it’d get back to Lucifer, so he had to be extremely careful.

“Ugh, what do you want, Mammon? I’m in the middle of a raid right now.”

Levi seemed like the least likely to get too curious and ask questions, especially since Mammon was the one asking. No way would Levi want to end up being part of one of his usual schemes. And since he rarely comes out of his room or socializes with others, Levi was definitely the best one for the job.

“I need a favor.” Mammon could hear the slight clacking sound of Levi’s controller in the background.

“Nope. No way. Your “favors” always end badly; for everyone involved. Goodbye.” He declined immediately, wanting to hang up and get back to his raid.

“Wait, Levi! It’s real important!” The second born begged. Levi could hear the desperation; the emotion in his brothers voice. His interest was piqued now, along with an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

“What is it?” He asked with a sigh, casting his controller aside.

“I need ya to dig into a group called the ATA.”

“ATA?”

“Yeah, it’s the “Anti Treaty Association”, they’re in the human world. And see if ya can find anythin’ on a guy named Alex who might be associated with ‘em.”

“Anti Treaty..? As in the peace treaty? Mammon, what did you-”

“I’ll explain everythin’ later, okay? Just.. please, Levi? I need ya to look into it.” The level of sheer desperation in Mammon’s voice was concerning, but he didn’t push the issue.

“Okay, okay. Hang on..”

The sound of Levi’s fingers rapidly clicking across his keyboard flooded Mammon’s ears for the next few minutes.

“Okay, so the group was founded not long after the Devildom exchange program was formally announced. They started small but grew in number quickly; looks like mostly religious extremists. They hold protests at any event involving relations between our world and the human world. Let’s see..” Levi went quiet for a few seconds as he scanned his monitor.

“It looks like some of the members have a clean record, aside from a couple parking tickets, but there are a few bad apples. Most of the charges consist of harassment, disorderly conduct and destruction of property, all of the incidents taking place at protests. All of them were first time offenders, and have stayed out of trouble since then.”

“Anythin’ about an Alex?”

“Hmm, nope. Do you have a last name maybe? Or literally any other info? I can’t do much with just a first name, especially a common one.”

“Umm, he drives a really old car and he works at a take out place as a delivery driver.” Mammon proceeded to give him the name of the restaurant.

Levi began tapping away on his keyboard again, scanning all the social medias and websites associated with the group and the take out place, looking for anything related to the clues Mammon gave him. Without much to go on, he wasn’t very hopeful and began to lose courage, then he finally got something.

“I got a hit on a few social media accounts related to the ATA. I was able to find some pictures with a crappy older model car in them that were taken at some of their protests a few months back, one of the pictures had a shot of the license plate. After doing a quick search of public record, the car came back as registered to a John A. Smith, who actually died a few years back..”

Mammon sighed, feeling dejected. That information was all he had, and it may not have even been enough to be helpful.

“Wait..” Levi suddenly said, pulling Mammon from his thoughts.

“His obituary says he had one child; a son named John Smith Jr. I can’t find him on social media under that name, but if we assume the middle initial “A” stands for say, Alexander, then I may have something. I found an Alex Smith, and it’s honestly gotta be him. He’s a member of the official ATA group page, and several others like it. His profile picture has a crappy looking car in it, granted it’s mostly cropped out, but it looks a lot like the one I ran the license plate number on. I’m confident that this is your guy.”

Mammon felt like he could breathe a little easier. Another piece of the puzzle had, hopefully, come together.

“Where do I find him?”

“Not sure. His last location was near the middle of nowhere, but it hasn’t pinged anything for quite some time. I’ll send you the coordinates.”

“Thanks, Levi. I owe ya big time.”

“Yeah. Uh, Mammon? I know you said you’d tell me later, but is everything alright? You’ve never asked me to do something like this before. It kinda feels like you’re looking for someone..”

He waited for his brother to stutter out some kind of excuse to explain it away like he always did when he got himself into some kind of trouble, but he didn’t. Which only made more red flags pop up for Levi.

“If anyone asks, especially Lucifer, this never happened and ya haven’t heard from me, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay, Mammon..”

He didn’t like the feeling he had, the gut instinct and the hair that stood up on the back of his neck that told him something was seriously wrong.

After he hung up with his brother, he decided to dig a little deeper. He traced Mammon’s phone and found him at a location nearby the restaurant he’d had him research. His awful, suspicious feeling was confirmed when his brother’s location came back as one in the human world. A little extra digging of public land records and it pinged as your house. His heart sank as he thought about the urgency and desperation in his brother’s voice.

He traced your phone, but it just showed the same location as Mammon. But, if you were there, why would he be so frantic? His stomach churned when he realized that there were only a few things that would cause Mammon such distress, and seeing as how he was apparently in the human world, at your house, desperate to find some random dude, it couldn’t be good. Whatever was going on definitely involved you. That thought alone made him sick to his stomach.

“I hope I’m wrong. Please be okay, MC.”

*bzzz* *bzzz*

Mammon opened the new text message from Levi, which contained the coordinates to Alex’s last known location.

“MC has gotta be somewhere near this location. If not, maybe I’ll be able to pick up their trail.”

He was pacing around the living room, going over possible plans for his next move. Thankfully it would be dark soon and there was also a pretty big storm rolling in, which would provide the perfect cover for him to scout from the skies. Heavy wind and rain would make it nearly impossible to pick up your scent though.

He went into your bedroom to retrieve something of yours that would be heavy with your scent, like your favorite jacket or maybe a pillowcase. As he looked around the room, he spotted a strip of pictures shoved in the frame of the mirror on your dresser. A warm smile spread across his face.

It was of the two of you, not too long after you’d officially started dating. He remembered that particular day very well. You’d decided to walk the cobblestone streets of the Devildom, much like you often did together, but this was different. There wasn’t anymore of that “trying to pretend neither one of you had feelings for the other” junk. It was just..real. You were actually his. He reminisced about how warm your hand felt in his, the way his stomach erupted in butterflies when you looked at him with pure excitement after you’d stumbled upon the photo booth. The way you threw yourself at him, locking your lips onto his for the last picture; the shade of red your cheeks turned when you pulled apart.

That day was one of his favorite memories of you. You were so happy and full of life; looking at him with such excitement and love.

The haunting reality came creeping back in on him, sending his beautiful trip down memory lane, spiraling into despair. There he stood, alone in your bedroom, while you were gone. Taken, by some psychopath. His whole world, snatched right from underneath him as he sat down the hall.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. How could he? He should’ve been there. He shouldn’t have let you answer the door. He should’ve done something, anything.

“I knew somethin’ didn’t feel right, and I should’ve listened to what my gut was tryin’ to tell me. This is all my fault..” He ran his finger over the pictures on the mirror, letting a few tears escape before aggressively wiping them away.

“I will find ya, MC. And I promise that I’ll make ya safe again, I swear it.”

He felt a sudden vibration in the floor followed quickly by a deep rumble from outside.

The storm’s comin’. It’s time to move.

He grabbed the shirt you had worn the day before from the hamper and quickly smelled it to make sure your scent was strong enough. From the way it made his heart twist in agony, he was sure it would do just fine.

He shifted into demon form and headed straight for the door. With the approaching storm, it was dark enough now that he could fly and remain unseen. Since he was by himself and up against the unknown, having the element of surprise would come in handy.

“When I find that piece of shit, he’ll understand why I hold the rank of the second strongest of the Avatars.” He growled into the dark of the night as he stepped out onto the front porch.

With that, he shot up into the night sky, stealthy and silent.

“Extensive purification? Is that what the body bag is for?” You asked audaciously.

Naturally, you were scared. This mad man kidnapped you at your own damn house in broad daylight and drug you to what you could only assume was the middle of nowhere to tie you up and torture you. So yeah, you were pretty fucking wigged out to say the least.

But, did that mean you would back down? Let him know you were scared so he had the extra control over you? Make him feel like he was winning?

Absolutely not. You’d never give him the satisfaction. On the inside you were shaking, writhing in terror; begging for Mammon to come and save you. But on the outside? You were taking none of his shit, and playing zero games. If you were going to die here, you planned on going out as uncooperative as you could. Fuck him.

“Hopefully it won’t come to that.” He turned around to face you from where he’d been at his make shift work table, with the taser in his hand. He closed the gap between you, keeping his eyes locked on yours, and leaned down until he was just inches from your face. “The night is still young though.”

“Then why not just kill me now? Get it over with.”

“I want to cleanse you; save your soul.” He said, as if you were crazy for not grasping that concept.

“But why? Why are you so worried about my soul? You prodded.

“Because you have chosen to lay with demons and abandon your humanity.”

“And? Who I choose to love and spend time with isn’t yours, or anyone else’s business.” You snapped back.

“You see, that’s where you’re wrong. Your part in all this; the exchange program, being close with a bunch of high ranking demons; you as a human are committing the highest level of treason by aiding in the progression of uniting the realms. You are opening the door for corruption, chaos and sin to pollute our world.”

You laughed lightly in disbelief.

“When has our world ever been free of any of those things? Do you honestly think the Celestial Realm would be part of the treaty if He wasn’t on board with it? Stop blaming others because you’re close minded. Your blatant hatred for others is your fault, your sin. No one else’s.”

His face turned red and his expression changed into one of anger at the mention of Him. He stormed off toward the work table.

“And by the way, none of this-” You wiggled your fingers around as best as you could in an attempt to gesture around you, “is free of sin. Pretty sure He would frown upon this. Maybe even more so than my relationship with his sons.” You couldn’t help but smirk at your own jab.

He turned back to face you, bible in hand and quickly walked back to where you were hanging, and knelt down into your face again.

“It’s time to begin.” He said with sick, sadistic smile on his face; ignoring what you’d said.

With one quick movement, he lifted you off the giant hook your hand restraints hung from; letting go of you when you were a few feet from the ground, slightly knocking the wind out of you. Although you were being a little mouthy, you still felt pretty weak from being trapped inside that trunk. Not to mention that your shoulders were killing you from being suspended for so long.

He pulled you across the concrete floor by the hand restraint, stopping once he reached the stock tank. He opened up his bible and laid it on a little table near the side of the tank. He picked you up easily and climbed into the water. Even with as hot as it is, the water was frigid. It was only about four feet deep, but being restrained and unable to move freely, you would easily drown if Alex didn’t keep hold of you.

He stood at your side, facing you with his hands firmly grasping your arms right below your shoulders. He started reciting scripture from memory, glancing back at the open bible a few times for reference. He began to repeatedly dunk your head below the surface of the icy water. He recited the same passages over and over again, making it easier for you to figure out when to hold your breath. Although, a few times he seemed to hold you under a little too long, leaving you gasping for air when you returned to the surface.

When the never-ending baptizing finally did come to an end, he plucked from the water and returned you back to where you had been suspended. You were shivering uncontrollably and your head was pounding. No doubt from lack of oxygen after having to hold your breath, then gasp for air more times than you could possibly count. The added weight of your dripping wet clothes added to the searing pain in your shoulders.

He went over to the work table and grabbed the big jar of water you’d seen earlier. He dipped his fingers in it and flicked it at you whole reciting scripture. You assumed that it was holy water.

As you listened to him drone on and on, you found it hard to stay conscious. You haven’t really felt right since getting out of that scorching trunk; you most likely had heat exhaustion.

“Does being saved from eternal damnation bore you?”

“No, just you.” You replied weakly, looking up at him and trying to muster a smirk.

“Is that so?” He challenged.

He abruptly turned around and went back to the work table, returning a moment later sporting the thick work gloves you’d seen earlier, carrying the taser in his hand.

“Then I suppose we need to take it up a notch.”

Mammon went straight to the coordinates Levi sent him, but found nothing except dirt roads and cow pastures. Even from an aerial point of view there wasn’t much to see. After circling the area several times, he landed atop a tree in a densely wooded area. Although it was pretty dark out here in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization, he still couldn’t risk being seen as Alex could be watching; waiting for him to come for you.

“Where are ya, MC?” He quietly asked aloud, eyes continuing to scan the darkness that enveloped his surroundings.

With every passing minute his heart grew heavier, his chest tighter. It felt as if he couldn’t breathe properly. As cliche as it sounded, you were his literal heart; his entire world.

Before you came to the Devildom, he thought he had it all figured out. Stealing and gambling, partying every night, spending money like there was no tomorrow, making shady deals with witches. He was living what he considered the luxurious life of a high roller and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Then you came along, and he was forced to be your guardian or sorts and look after you. It was such a pain. You made it harder for him to give Lucifer the slip so he could go on gambling binges and live up to his title. But, being the weak, magic-less human you were, you needed constant protection.

It didn’t take long before being your protector became something more than what he was ordered to do. He needed to be the one to watch over you, the poor helpless human. His human. As soon as he got a taste of what it felt like to be around you, he couldn’t get enough. He was hooked.

Your smile and the sound of your laughter, the face you make when you’re concentrating or how you pooch your lips out when you’re getting irritated. The never ending kindness you showed him, especially when he was less than friendly at first. Even during those early days, just simply being near you brought him a sense of peace and warmth. The energy you radiated was intoxicating. Before he realized what was happening, he was a lost cause; completely wrapped around your finger.

If someone were to have told him he’d end up completely smitten with a human, he would’ve called them crazy. The Great Mammon would never waste his precious time on something that didn’t involve Grimm and how to obtain and/or spend it, much less a human. Smitten is precisely what he was though, to say the least. Not that it bothered him in the slightest.

He’s been around for thousands of years, and never once has his heart beat the way it does now. He’d always known love because of his siblings, and even the great loss of a loved one when Lilith died. While he would move mountains and do anything for his family, and even lay his life down for them, the way he felt about you was completely different. He would do all those things for you as well, and so much more. You knew him on a different level, a way no one else ever had in all his existence.

Relationships were never really his thing. Sure, he’d had plenty of flings, but most of them only cared about what they could get out of being with the Avatar of Greed, not that it really bothered him. He pretty much only got involved with people when the bitter loneliness became too much to bear. Love isn’t typically something that happens for demons, not that he was looking for it anyway. But, sometimes it was nice to have someone to hold, to feel the warmth of another. Even if he didn’t remember their name. Not that they, or he for that matter, really cared.

Which is why he was so perplexed by the feelings you stirred up inside him. He was one of the strongest rulers of the underworld, who could probably have any succubus he wanted, so why was he becoming increasingly enthralled by you? A completely ordinary human. Or so he thought, anyway. No ordinary human would’ve been able to knock him off his feet the way you had. You were special. You made him feel.

You were kind, warm, headstrong and funny. You’d even put your own life in danger to save those who were much stronger than you, like that time with Beel and Luke in the underground tomb; not because you thought you would win the fight, but because it was the right thing to do. He’d never witnessed such bravery, such selflessness in a human. Especially not when it came to protecting a demon, someone who would be deemed unworthy of such an act simply because of what he was. This once weak, irrelevant human, was now one of the people he respected most. You’re undying love and kindness for others was one of the infinite things that made him fall for you.

He clutched your shirt tightly in his hand, bringing it up to his face and burying his nose into the fabric. He breathed in your scent, filling his lungs as much as he could. He needed to keep the smell fresh in his mind, in hopes of picking up your trail. Tears began to prick his eyes. All the memories of you were nearly too much to handle. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t.

He had no idea what this freak had planned, but he knew it couldn’t be good. The clock was ticking. The more time that passed, the harder it would be to find you. He looked out into the night again, hoping to see anything that might point him in your direction, but there was nothing. The only sounds came from the cows in all the pastures around the area, and a very faint humming noise off in the distance. He couldn’t see any signs of the car or any other clues, but he refused to give up.

“Alright, MC. C’mon, talk to me. Where are ya?” He said, getting ready to take to the skies once more to scan the area. Then it hit him, sending a shiver down his spine. He whipped his head to the right, and breathed in deeply.

MC!!

He took another long breath in, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. It was definitely your scent. It was very faint, and muddled with something else, iron maybe? But there was no doubt it was yours. Like a shot, he flew in the direction your scent was coming from. The incoming storm was making it hard to stay on the trail, but he was not going to lose it now. He was almost there. Almost to you. There’s no way he was backing down.

A minute or so later he could see the faint glow of a light in the distance. It looked like it was coming from a barn or something. Your scent was getting stronger and stronger as he closed in on the building.

That’s gotta be it!

He landed on top of the building with a thud; coming in a little faster than he intended thanks to the increasing intensity of the storm. He paused a moment, waiting to see if his brilliant entrance had caused any kind of movement. When he didn’t hear anything, he moved to the edge of the roof to have a look around. There was a lot of overgrowth around most of the building, and some spots in the roof seemed to give a little. If he wasn’t careful he might end up crashing through the ceiling. It wasn’t a barn, but more like a warehouse or something.

He walked the perimeter of the roof, looking over the side for any kind of clues. There was nothing out front, and the sides of the building were all overgrown with vines and other greenery. He peaked over the side of the roof near the back of the building and tensed. He could see the car that matched the description of Alex’s, hidden underneath loose foliage in what looked like a poor attempt to conceal it.

I knew it He thought, his heart beginning to race.

He remembered seeing an industrial ventilation fan on the side of the building before he landed, and quietly rushed over to it, crouching down slightly on the maintenance access platform.

By now, the storm was raging full force. The rain was coming down in sheets, the thunder booming as lightning lit up the night sky. The fan was pretty rusted but thanks to the thunder, he was able to crack open the slats slightly without being heard. The sight he was met with made his blood boil, prompting him to let out a guttural animalistic growl that rumbled deep in his chest. The iron smell mixed with your scent he’d smelled earlier, was blood.

Anger like he’d never felt before burned deep inside his very being worse than the raging storm around him, truly making his demon side come out. He never had any intentions of letting this psycho walk away from this, but now it was going to be a lot less humane. The witch’s words came rushing back to him.

‘Bring me the heart of a mammal, not of our world, that thrives on malice and sadism. If you cannot fulfill your end of the deal, I will place a curse on you until the ends of eternity that will make everything of value you come in contact with turn to ash.’

Mammon smiled viciously. Looks like he’d be able to fulfill his end of the bargain with the witch after all.

The “cleansing” quickly shifted from that of something considered somewhat normal, to something very far from it. Nothing about it could be considered holy anymore.

“Are you going to denounce your demonic pacts and sinful ways and conform?”

You lifted your head weakly to glare at him, “Never.” You snarled between staggered breaths. His face twisted in anger.

Blow after blow landed on your weak, fragile body. You spit out yet another mouthful of blood, the wet sounds echoing in the large room as it splattered onto the floor. Needless to say, you were in pretty bad shape.

Blood ran down your face from a laceration on your brow bone. Your lip was busted pretty bad and you had at least a few cuts inside your mouth from your teeth puncturing the skin on your cheeks and lips. You assumed you had some ribs that were at least cracked seeing as it had become pretty painful to breathe. All the spots he tased you in burned like fire, no doubt blistering up badly. He’d held it in the same spot for so long that you could smell your own hair and flesh burning.

There wasn’t much you could do in the way of fighting back, but you sure tried like hell in the beginning. But now you were way too weak, barely even able to scream out in pain. You’d already come to terms with the fact that you probably wouldn’t make it out of here. The reality of never seeing Mammon again swarmed you, tearing away the last bit of resolve you had left. You forced yourself to remember all the time you’d spent with him, making sure he was the only thing you thought of as you began to slowly depart from this world.

You would forever be grateful for the time you had with him and all the amazing memories you were able to make. Movie nights, staying up too late talking and laughing, trying and failing to hide from Lucifer after pranking him.

The way his too big of a hand completely engulfed yours, the way he looked at you when you were both all dressed up for some fancy party at the Demon Lord’s castle and how much he tried to hide his face so you couldn’t see his blush while he held you close on the dance floor.

Sneaking into each other’s beds when one of you had a nightmare, the way his body felt against yours when he cuddled you; his warmth and smell. The way he tried to hide his enormous smile and pink cheeks when you’d gush like a groupie over his newest spread in a magazine.

The time he was a flustered, stuttering mess for three entire days in the beginning of your relationship, unable to hear your name or see you without turning various shades of red because every time he did, flashbacks of loving you for the first time just days before came rushing back to him.

Those intimate moments were your favorite, for more reasons than the obvious. You got to see him in a different light. He was still his usual goofy, lighthearted, prankster self, but he was so much more than that too. He was so sweet it could make your teeth rot. He was gentle, slow. You could feel the love leave him, his heart pouring over into yours. There were always stars in his eyes; pure adoration. Something you could never quite grasp; how someone who had seen the literal heavens could look at a normal human like you in such a way; with such breathtaking awe.

You always felt like you didn’t deserve to be loved by someone as amazing as Mammon, but you would always be eternally thankful. In such a short time he’d brought so much happiness and light to your life. As happy as those memories were, you wished more than anything that you’d get the chance to make more, but sadly it didn’t look that way.

As Alex was coming in to land another blow, a loud thump could be heard from above you; his fist stopped in the air a few feet from your face.

“What was that?” He questioned to himself quietly. He stayed silent for a moment as he listened for more noise, but there was nothing. “Must’ve been thunder.” He shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to you, pulling the taser from his pocket.

“It really is a shame that you refuse to comply.” He said as he jabbed it into your ribs, causing you to use what little fire was left in you to cry out in pain. “You really were a fine specimen, until you wasted yourself on demons.” Another jab of the taser, this time on your thigh.

You choked out a weak, raspy laugh. “And I’d do it again, a million times over you sadistic, psychotic freak.” You spat, voice breaking. He reared his hand back to hit you, but was interrupted by another loud noise, this time near the entrance.

He turned toward the sound and decided to check it out this time, picking the knife up from the table on his way. He was only gone for a few minutes, but you were grateful for the break. As much as you didn’t want to give up, your body just couldn’t take much more.

He slithered back through the entrance, soaked from the down pouring rain and complaining about hearing things.

“If you didn’t have a guilty conscience, you wouldn’t be so paranoid.” You said between several pained breaths. Your voice was small and frail, but you still managed to lace some venom in your words. He snarled, storming toward you and sticking the knife under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. You used what energy you had left to glare at him.

“It’s too bad really, that even in your darkest moments, your last moments, what’s-his-name wasn’t here to save you.” He snickered, tracing the knife from your chin to your jugular, applying just enough pressure along the way to coax out a small line of blood.

“That’d be The Great Mammon to you, human.”

Alex whipped around toward the entrance at the sudden voice, the color draining from his face as a look of sheer terror washed over him.

“M-Mammon?” You choked out, a massive lump forming in your throat. You looked around Alex, the most beautiful yet terrifying thing coming into your field of vision.

It really was him.

Seeing him in demon form was nothing new to you by now. However, the look on his face was something you’d definitely never seen before. It almost looked as if there was an aura around him; a definite shift in atmosphere at his presence. His natural sin was Greed, but right now he embodied Wrath.

It was so easy for you to forget that he really was a demon, as you’d never seen him in such a state before. The sight of him now; raw, malevolent power seeping from him, the low guttural growl, emitting such a heavy, nightmarish presence. He was scary. Even to you.

“MC..” There was pain in his voice; his face distorting in agony when he looked at you.

He charged forward, only making it a few steps before Alex swooped in. He got behind you, reaching around and keeping the knife at your throat; Mammon froze.

“Not another step.” Alex warned. “I have no qualms with spilling the blood of a traitorous demon whore that turned their back on the human race.”

Mammon stared at him blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter. It wasn’t his normal, happy laugh. It was dark, and oozed ill intent. He turned his attention to you once more, his expression softening just enough to not utterly terrify you.

“MC, do you trust me?”

“Since my first day in the Devildom.” You smiled fragilely, noticing the way his mouth briefly tugged up at the corner when your words reached him. He locked his eyes on Alex once again, dark expression returning.

“Close your eyes. No matter what you hear, don’t open them.” He instructed as he slightly crouched, getting into an attack stance; you nodded in agreement, doing as he said.

You could hear Alex huff behind you. “I will slit their throat, or did you hear what I said you filthy, abomina-”

He was silenced mid sentence by a sudden impact that jostled you slightly where you hung. You could hear gasping breaths and Mammon’s same sadistic laughter as earlier, followed by several ear splitting cracks and tearing sounds as Alex screamed out in pain; wet, squelching noises and heavy thuds rang through the room as several things hit the floor. It went on like this for several minutes, until the screams finally ceased.

You pretty well knew just by the sounds, that you were finally free; that psycho would never be able to hurt you again.

Moments later, you were lifted off the large hook and being cradled gently in arms that you knew all too well. Mammon sank to the floor, his wings wrapping around you protectively, shielding you from the gore you didn’t need to see.

“MC..” He whispered, tears running down his cheeks as his eyes scanned over your frail, broken body.

As much as you wanted to savor the moment of finally being safe, once again in the arms of your demon, the reunion would have to wait. You had been through so much and your body couldn’t take any more. You began to fade in and out of consciousness, no longer able to hold on.

“MC..? MC! Stay with me! Please, please hold on just a little longer.” He begged, his voice cracking as he patted his hand against your cheek gently. You tired to put a hand on his cheek to soothe him, but your arm fell limp halfway to his face as you lost the fight to stay awake. You heard him yell your name a few times as you drifted, his voice fading away slowly.

What is that infernal noise?

You had suddenly become hyper aware of an out-of-the-ordinary noise somewhere close by. An alarm clock perhaps? No, it was more of a beeping sound than a shrill ringing.

You lazily opened your eyes, immediately regretting it and squinting them shut because of a blinding white light that was shining in your face. You blinked several times as you tried to adjust.

As you scanned the room slowly, it started to look as if you were in one of the rooms in the Demon Lord’s castle, but it appeared to be set up as a hospital room of sorts. The blinding light was coming from one of the big lights they use at the dentist office. You soon discovered that the beeping noise you’d been hearing was actually one of several monitors you were hooked up to.

Everything started to fall into place and make sense, memories coming back of the events that brought you here. The monitor closest to you started to sound an alarm, indicating your heart rate had picked up and your blood pressure was rising. Seconds later the door flew open, a figure rushing into the room.

“MC.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Barbatos moved to your bedside and silenced the alarms, opting to check your vitals himself.

“How do you feel?” He asked, pressing his index and middle fingers to the underside of your wrist, checking your heart rate.

“Fine, I guess?”

“You guess?” He repeated, taking a small light from his pocket and shining it in your eyes, checking the dilation of your pupils.

If you remembered correctly, which you’re very sure you did, your injuries were extensive. There’s no way you could forget that level of pain. You felt tired, kind of groggy from sleep, but there was no pain.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“About three days.”

Three days?! You thought to yourself, a little shocked.

That’s still not nearly enough time for your wounds to heal. You must have looked as confused as you felt, prompting and explanation from Barbatos.

“Your injuries were rather extensive, so Mammon brought you here after rescuing you. Lord Diavolo had the best doctors in the Devildom tend to you with magic. Although they healed you perfectly, you weren’t showing any signs of waking up just yet, so we decided to keep you here to monitor your condition.” You nodded along in understanding as he spoke.

He placed the light back in his pocket and moved away from the bed. “I shall notify Lord Diavolo and the others that you have awakened. Please excuse me.” He said as he bowed, then left the room.

You sat up in the bed and criss crossed your legs, careful not pull out your IV or tangle any of the wires to the other monitors. You let out a long, heavy sigh. Before you could be consumed by your thoughts of all the memories of the last few days, the door to your room flung open once more. This time, it was the one person you wanted to see most.

“MC!” He shouted, voice cracking with emotion. Mammon crossed the room in an instant and sat in front of you on the bed.

“Are you okay? Do ya feel any pain?” He asked frantically, his eyes scanning your face then darting to the monitors, hands hovering over you as if he wanted to help but was unsure how. You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers in his. It seemed to calm him a little.

“I’m okay.” You assured him. Although you’d been put through the wringer, you felt so at peace. Not only were you in the safest place in the entire Devildom, but the one thing that threatened your peace of mind, was now no longer a problem.

“I-I uh, I was scared.. that I was too late. That ya weren’t gonna wake up, that I��d...that I’d lost ya..” He confessed, voice catching in his throat as tears fell from his eyes. He carefully scooped you up and held you in his lap, holding you as close as he was able to with all the wires and such. You sat up a little and snaked your arms around his neck, pressing your lips firmly to his.

While you were held captive, you had been so sure that you’d never get a moment like this with Mammon ever again. You were happy beyond words to be back in his embrace once again with his lips on yours. Smelling his wonderful scent, and feeling his warmth on your skin.

After a few minutes of your lips moving in synchronization, he broke the kiss, and pulled back to look you in the eye. A serious expression washing over his face. “MC, I’m sorry I didn’t-”

You held up your hand to stop him, “No, Mammon. You’re not going to blame yourself. I won’t let you. Everything that happened was his fault, not yours or anyone else’s. He was sick in the head, with a twisted ideology.”

He nodded, “I know, I know. It’s just..” He shook his head as he tried to choke back more tears that threatened to spill. You knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“Mammon, there is no one else in the three realms I’d rather trust with my protection, than you. As a matter of fact, there’s no else that can even compare to you in my eyes. As I already said, none of this, none of it, is your fault and I’ve never once thought it was. I love you, Mammon and there’s no one else I’d rather entrust my life with, or spend it with for that matter.” You placed your hand on his cheek and smiled at him, tears now streaking your cheeks. He leaned into your touch, his hand resting lightly on top of yours for a moment before pulling your hand away and placing several light kisses on your palm.

Barbatos returned soon after, with a doctor in tow. Once they unhooked you from all the monitors and removed your IV, Mammon took you back to the House of Lamentation where everyone was awaiting your return.

It felt so good to be back. The HOL was technically your second home, but nowhere has ever felt more like home than here in the Devildom, surrounded by all your favorite people. And thanks to Lord Diavolo extending your stay until further notice, you were on cloud nine.

Although all your physical wounds were gone, the mental ones were sure to stick around for awhile. You expected as much though, having gone though quite a traumatic experience. Although, it made it a little easier knowing that Alex would never again be an issue.

It was clear that his soul wouldn’t be fit for the Celestial Realm, and you had fears of him being reincarnated in the Devildom and finding you once again. But, Mammon quickly laid those fears to rest, informing you of what he’d done that night after getting you safely to the Demon Lord’s castle.

He said he preformed some kind of ritual that ensured Alex wouldn’t be reincarnated anywhere; his soul having been wiped from the worlds. As if he’d never existed. He also mentioned something about Alex helping him to fulfill his end of a bargain with a witch. He didn’t really go into detail about the whole thing, but assured you that everything would be fine, so you didn’t push the issue. He’s a high ranking demon, after all. This surely isn’t his first rodeo. You were just ready to start the healing process and put an end to this awful chapter in life.

And with Mammon by your side; loving you, protecting you, helping you heal; you couldn’t think of a better way to begin such a beautiful new chapter.

~ fin ~

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years ago

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Chapter twenty: Come closer and I will rip your throat out.

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

TW: Blood, violence, swearing, guns, nonconsensual drugging, kidnapping, betrayal

An: I said yesterday at 5pm I was going to take a short nap… Woke up at 6:30am 😀 I slept again till 7:00am and now it’s 10:30 but here is the chapter from yesterday for this story. I will try to post more updates today sporadically.

Third person Pov

Kyotani and Matsukawa were working on some paperwork in Tendou’s office when a loud slam echoed throughout the house. Matsukawa grabbed his bat that he left by the door and started to leave the room.

He crept down the stairs to approach the kitchen. A figure stood in the dark near the fridge. They stood resting against the counter holding their side as they turned on the sink turning it on.

“Who the hell are you?” Matsukawa spoke up.

“Mattsun, is that you?”

“What the fuck?” Matsukawa hit the light switch.

“Dude, the light is way too bright.”

“Tendou you look like hell, where the fuck have you been?”

“Before the cute greetings, can you call Y/n and Shirabu in here.” He lifted up his shirt to reveal a medical pad covered in blood. “I got shot a short while ago, but I covered it and Hijacked a car.”

“Yeah shit okay,” He ran to the stairs “MAD GET SHIRABU AND Y/N, TENDOU’S HERE.” Loud stomps could be heard as Matsukawa helped Tendou lay down on the table. Suna and Kenma came down the stairs hearing Matsukawa yell.

“They both went out with Terushima to follow Hanamaki.”

“Fuck the moles hanamkai!” Tendou yelled trying to get up as Matsukawa pushed him back down. Suna picked up his phone and dialed Shirabu’s number yelling to get home now.

Kyotani sped down the stairs. “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?” He screamed.

“You should ask Kohaku about that one. I can explain, first I want this fucking thing out of me.” Suna turned to Tendou.

“They said they have to get Y/n and head back now.”

Meanwhile back in the storage unit…

“Hanamaki?” Y/n crouched down beside him as she felt his forehead. Blood was pooling out under him fast. “Are you alive?”

“Run.” His voice was rough and barely audible as she tried to pull him up.

“I won’t leave you here to die. If anyone is killing you, it will be me, you asshole. I know you are the mole.” She dragged his body up, resting it up against the wall behind him.

“And here I thought you were a total badass Y/n.” She turned around and let go of Hanamaki at the sight of the person before her.

“Asahi? What the hell are you doing here?” He laughed at her question.

“You never came off as naive to me till I befriended you. I mean you never say anything about any of your friends or even your fiance, but we knew who you were.”

“Come closer and I will rip your throat out.”

“That won’t do, I need to bring you back for boss. See Hanamaki played the perfect role for us. We took his parents and when he gave us the wrong info, we killed them and led him here for the same fate, it seems he is as dumb as we assumed he was.” Asahi pulled a gun from his pocket. “Now let’s do this the easy way, unless you prefer the hard way.”

“Shoot me and I will kill you Asahi.”

“It’s cute how you think you have a choice.” He picked up the gun and shot her. She looked down at her arm as she noticed it was no ordinary gun. She now had a dart sticking into her arm as she felt herself getting drowsy. “Sweet dreams Princess.” Asahi said to her before everything went black.

Outside in the car, Shirabu had just gotten off the phone with Suna as he told Terushima. The two were now headed inside as a car sped past them.

“FUCK.” Terushima yelled as they went inside deeper. The two ran in and found Hanamaki.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as Shirabu crouched down to him. “He- he took her.” He coughed as blood began to mix with his saliva on the floor below.

“Do we take him or leave him to die?” Shirabu asked Terushima.

“Take him. Tendou can decide. We need an answer about Y/n.” Let’s get out of here and see if we can get that car.” The two picked him up and began to head out. They tossed Hanamaki into the backseat and Terushima jumped in and started to sped off. Shirabu sat in the back patching Hanamaki to the best he could.

Before they knew it they had already arrived back at the house. Shirabu ran inside and yelled at someone to get Hanamaki. He rushed to Tendou’s side yelling orders at others to grab his medical kit from his room.

About an hour later Tendou woke up on the couch with the others sitting around the room. Hanamaki was tied to a chair properly taken care of now as Tendou sat up.

“Where is Y/n?” He asked.

“They took her, the north side did.” Terushima spoke up.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Tendou screamed. “We have to go get her back right now.”

“As much as we all agree with that, Kenma is tracking her necklace.” Suna said.

“Her necklace? The one I gave her?” Tendou asked.

“Yes, she got Kenma to install a tracking device in it after you went missing. Kohaku didn’t trust her enough to give her any tasks over then really weird goose chases. We figured that out when she sent us to Hyogo prefecture after you indirectly.” Shirabu said.

“Don’t trust Kohaku. She was the reason I was missing for so long.”

“What happened?” Matsukawa spoke up.

“I think she is working with the north Yakuza. Haruhi has the same position as Suna over there. I found that out a day ago when I killed her and escaped her house.”

“Wait at her house? We went to her house a month ago.” Shirabu said. “Y/n punched her a few times then we left. Why the fuck were you there?”

“Torture nad brainwashing basically. Trying to break me to marry her instead of Y/n. Y/n was the only reason I held out though and now they fucking got her too. I think we need to pay a visit to Haruhi.”

“Hanamaki told us Asahi was the one that took Y/n. He was a regular with some orange haired guy at her restaurant. When Kohaku distanced all of us from her she spent a lot of time with them secretly looking for her.”

“Gosh the way I would kill you with my own hands right here if I could Hanamaki, but your use isn’t over yet. They caught on to your shitty spy act obviously.”

“I overheard them talking about Y/n at the storage unit. They have a whole unit full of guns. I can lead you there to take them.”

“No, for all we know you are a fucking spy still you piece of shit.” Kyotani spat in his face.

“So what’s the plan to get Y/n back then?” Just as he asked that, his phone went off. He picked it up as he received a photo of Terushima and Y/n hugging in his bedroom. There was another one after that looked to be the two of them kissing from the angle of the shot. He looked up to Terushima.

“You better have a good explanation or you are fucking dead Yuuji.”

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cpd5021 · 4 years ago

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Go Forth Slowly Chapter One

Back with yet another multi chapter fic...I know, I know.

Hailey returns from New York with a newfound intensity in her feelings towards Jay. Can she push them down and remain status quo with him or will she finally confess what she has been hiding from him? Will Jay feel the same way? Can they make it work? Rated T for future chapters...

Today was finally the day, time to return to Chicago, to her home...to Jay. It had been what felt like an eternity here in New York and Hailey was more than ready to go home. She zipped up the suitcase laying on top of the bed and moved over to the window, taking a moment to enjoy the view of the city one last time. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, letting her know the Uber had arrived. She smiled to herself, quickly glancing around the room to make sure nothing had been forgotten, before lugging the suitcase off the bed and heading out the door. She had already filled out the necessary paperwork for checkout this morning, so after just a quick stop to drop off her keycard, she was headed outside to meet the driver. The ride to the airport was slow, a mix of her eagerness to return home combated by the traffic that filled the streets of this city. Finally the airport came into view and once again she found herself smiling. The driver helped her pull the suitcase out of her trunk and she thanked him quickly before turning to walk through the large glass doors of the airport. Check in and security went a little faster than anticipated and Hailey found herself with more time to kill than she would like. Her stomach grumbled in hunger and she realized in her excitement this morning she had forgotten to eat any breakfast. She wandered through the crowded airport, scanning the little restaurants until a little burger joint caught her eye. It was well past lunch time now so a sandwich and some fries would hit the spot. She placed her order with the young waitress and then pulled out her phone while she waited for her food. Hailey found his name almost immediately, not surprising it was at the top of her recent conversations as they had spent plenty of time talking and texting over the last few weeks. It always felt good to talk to him, but it just wasn’t the same as in person. She brought up their thread and typed a quick message, another smile on her face.

At the airport now, the countdown has officially begun. :)

His reply was almost instant, her smile increasing as she opened his text.

Yeah, I’ve been counting down since the day you left so…

And there it was, the line between them flashing before her, the line they had so carefully been dancing against during her time here. Maybe what they say is true, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Or maybe it was the sheer distance that was seeming to give them both the courage of being just a little bolder with the things they said.

Sure, whatever you say Jay. You can still back out, you know, not too late for me to just get an Uber to take me home…

Jay had offered to pick her up from the airport, even going so far as to leave work early to do so. She had fought him initially, telling him that he was being ridiculous and she was more than capable of getting herself home. But eventually she conceded, the thought of him being the first thing she saw back in Chicago exciting her more than she’d care to admit.

Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Sorry.

Her food came then and she settled into enjoying the meal, grateful for the slight distraction from her wandering thoughts. But even an overly priced airport burger did little to truly reroute her thoughts. It would be a lie to say she hadn’t spent a large majority of her free time here thinking about Jay and the realization that being away from him affected her more than it should. More than it should, at least, for someone who was just a partner. But Jay was more than that, that had been clear for the both of them for a long time. At some point, the pair became best friends, leaning on each other to get through even the toughest of cases. They didn’t always reach out when they should, evidenced by Jay getting kidnapped and subsequently shot along with her crossing one to many lines and getting sent to New York. But there was more than that, at least for Hailey. Many nights had been spent laying awake, smiling after a phone call with Jay, hearing all about the antics of her unit back in Chicago, or even the simple day to day things he would relay. She found herself replaying the words Vanessa had said to her that day he got shot.

“It’s hard because you love him.”

And it was true, something Hailey had only truly realized in that moment. It was a label to something she had been feeling for quite some time, something that set her on edge whenever it swelled up inside her, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But the way Vanessa had said it, so simply, so matter of fact, made something inside Hailey snap the second she processed the words. She did love him. And it scared the hell out of her. Of course, in that moment, she had brushed off Vanessa’s statement with the rebuttal of him being her partner. But the second she was left alone, the realization of just how right she was hit Hailey like a ton of bricks, the emotions crashing over her in a tidal wave. Hailey had spent the next few hours in the waiting room pondering over what this meant for her, for Jay, for them. And she had sworn to herself that it was something she would keep to herself, for fear of crossing the lines between them. Jay was her person and she wouldn’t risk losing him. But then she went to pick him up the day he was discharged and the second she laid eyes on him, out of bed and fully dressed, looking almost completely back to normal in comparison to the Jay she had seen in the hospital bed, something inside her snapped again and she almost told him right then and there. Luckily, his phone had rang and it had given her just enough time to compose herself and tuck the confession back down where it belonged. Hailey spent the next few months pushing her feelings down, locking them away and focusing on her relationship with Jay as both a partner and friend, promising herself nothing more would come of it. She was almost certain he wouldn’t feel the same way and even with the slight chance he did, both of them held a firm stance on not having a romantic relationship with someone they worked closely with, having both been hurt badly in the past. There were little moments that snuck in though, despite her best efforts. Moments were their banter bordered on flirting and neither seemed to mind. Hailey settled herself for those little moments, enjoying them when they happened and then letting them go, knowing it wouldn’t lead to anything more.

But then New York happened. And the pair spent many hours conversing on the phone in their downtime, sending texts when they were just too busy, always keeping in contact with the other, no matter what was happening in their separate worlds. And those little moments came more often, both of them making little comments here and there, things that they wouldn’t have done before. And the line between them, the line Hailey was fighting so hard to keep clear, suddenly started to blur. And now she was headed home, to see him, face to face for the first time in weeks and she wondered what affect all those little moments would have on them. Would they have created an awkwardness between them? Would they turn into something more? Would they be forgotten and something never brought up?

Hailey finished her meal, paying her tab before leaving the small diner and making her way back out to the hustle and bustle of the busy airport. She wandered through a few of the stores, looking to kill some more time before her flight boarded. Finally she glanced at her phone and saw that it was almost time to go. Eagerly she made her way to the gate and boarded the plane, feeling a sense of relief that she was finally heading home. She pulled out her phone to send Jay a quick text with her flight info and then settled into the long flight.

Two and a half hours was more than enough time to allow Hailey’s mind to wander back to Jay once again. She found herself replaying all the little moments they had shared, not just during her New York stint but even before that. The memories brought a smile to her face and a genuinely happy feeling bubbled within her. As the pilot announced overhead that they were approaching the airport, Hailey shifted in her seat, moving to sit more upright and glanced out the window. As the clouds began to shift around them Hailey made herself take a few deep breaths, once again pushing all the feelings she held for Jay back down. He was her partner and her friend, and he would be nothing more than that. She didn’t want to cross that line with him, risking losing him. So she steeled herself to maintain their normal, status quo relationship. She made a promise to herself that those little moments would once again become few and far between. She wouldn’t let her feelings for him rise to the surface now that she was back home, telling herself those moments and those feelings could stay in New York. As the planes jostled to the ground, Hailey let a sense of relief wash over her. She was home.

She waited in her seat to allow the other passengers to offload first and pulled out her phone to let Jay know she had arrived. Once she was off the plane she headed to baggage claim, having to wait a few minutes before her bag chugged into view. Pulling it behind her she set off for the arrival gate, eyes scanning the crowd for his familiar face, knowing that he would have come inside instead of just waiting in his truck. A large group of people stood before her, what looked like a group of international tourists. They shuffled around in front of her, slowing her pace. She gave them a forced smile as she pressed her way through them. One older man bumped into her, almost making her trip just as she cleared their mass. Her eyes darted down to the ground as she struggled to stay upright and when her eyes returned up, she saw him. The moment her eyes found his face, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips telling her he had no doubt just witnessed her stumble, something inside her snapped again. Her heart began to race and threatened to beat out of her chest. Her breath was caught in her throat and she struggled to take a breath. She walked over to him as if on autopilot, not paying any attention to anything in front of her except him. His smirk turned into a full blown smile as she closed the gap, one she mirrored immediately. Her bag slowed to a stop beside her as she stood smiling at him, surely looking like a complete idiot with the grin plastered on her face.

“Hailey…”

Her name on his lips made her breath hitch once again. If she thought she felt relief when the plane landed she was wrong. Chicago wasn’t home. He was.

#chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd #halstead and upton #jay halstead #hailey upton #halstead #jay x hailey #upstead #upton

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Lost In Translation - 2

Summary - Jensen comes to India and falls in love with a fan who accidentally sees him while he's lost and saves him cause she knows Hindi.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Indian!Reader

Warning - Fluff, fluff and fluff.

Word Count - 2.4k+

Square filled - Date Night ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - I finally decided to add a second part to this fic! I had fun writing in Hindi and English in Indian dialect and I am incredibly happy at how the fic turned out.

Spn divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

A/N 2- For all the non-Indian readers, a little info on some of the food names used in the story -

Rosogolla - It is also called Rasgulla. It's a famous sweet of India which is a speciality of Kolkata (West Bengal). It's a spongy, white, ball shaped dumplings made from chhena (An Indian cottage cheese)

Pulao - It is a famous one pot rice dish made by cooking fragrant basmati rice with aromatic spices, herbs and sometimes stocks.

Butter Chicken - It is an Indian dish made by marinating a chicken overnight in a yoghurt and spice mixture. The chicken is then roasted or baked. A sauce is made from butter, tomatoes, almonds and various spices, usually including the famous tandoori masala spice mix, and sometimes cream.

Vada Pav - Vada pav, alternatively spelt vada pao is a vegetarian fast food dish native to the state of Maharashtra. The dish consists of a deep fried potato dumpling placed inside a bread bun (pav) sliced almost in half through the middle.

Part 1

“Y/N! Listen to me, beta!” your mom exclaimed over the phone.(child)

“What is it, Ma? You know I can't cancel the date with him,” you told your mother, as you gave your makeup some final touches.

“Aise kaise tu us ladke ke saath ja rahi hai? Acche se pehchanta hai usko? How come you are going on a date with an absolute stranger?” your mother asked. (How are you going out with that boy? Do you even know him properly?)

“Ma, he is a really good man. Stop worrying about me now,” you tried to assure her.

“Lekin tere baba ko kaun samjhayega? It doesn't feel safe. What if he is a-” (Who will convince your father?)

“Ma! You know what, I will call you later! I am getting late and I don't want to keep Jensen waiting,” you said and went to your room to get your purse.

“Just call me when you get home. Call me if anything suspicious happens. Call me-”

“Ma!” You let out a defeated sigh, “Bye!” You said and disconnected the call. You shook your head at your mother's outburst even though you knew she would behave like that but you weren't going to cancel on Jensen just because your Mom didn't agree. You weren't a little girl anymore who needed her mother's permission for every single matter.

You groaned when you felt your phone buzzing again in your hands, interrupting your train of thoughts. You didn't want to talk to your mother again but you looked at your phone only to see Jensen calling you.

“Hey sweetheart,” your heart fluttered in your chest as soon as you heard his voice.

“Hey,” you greeted, “I am waiting for my Uber and-”

“No uhm..I'll pick you up,” he said.

“You don't know my address.”

“Uh-yeah,” he chuckled, “you can text me your address and Clif will drive over and I can pick you up.”

“It's okay, Jensen. I know my way-”

“No, just text me the damn address, y/n,” he said and you heard a muffled voice over the phone.

“Okay, if you insist,” you said, making him chuckle.

“I insist, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “see you in a little while.”

You disconnected the call. Texting him your address, you hoped that he doesn't get lost.

You spent the next hour checking your makeup and dress, trying to look perfect and occasionally going through your phone. You smiled as you saw the pictures from the con, as you scrolled through the gallery of your phone. You thought back to the day before the con, when out of pure luck Jensen had bumped into you, looking like a lost puppy. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. You walked towards the door and opened it.

“I thought you got lost,” you giggled, “again.”

“That was one time,” Jensen groaned, making you laugh.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you his signature smile.

“Thanks. You don't look bad yourself,” you blushed.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Haan, one minute,” you said. (Yes, one minute) You went back inside and retrieved your purse and phone and approached the front door again. You stepped out of the door and felt Jensen hands snaking across your waist. Biting your lower lip, you locked the door to your house.

“After you,” he whispered and guided you to his car. He opened the door to his car and you slipped inside it, Jensen climbing into the seat beside you.

“Where to, Miss-” Clif asked, trailing off at the end.

“Call me Y/N,” you said and told him the name of the restaurant as he set the GPS.

You looked to your side and saw Jensen watching you with a soft smile on his face. Your breathing hitched as he entangled his fingers with you. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence only to be broken by Clif’s voice as he pulled the car to the side, announcing that you had arrived.

Jensen climbed out of the car, and waited as you got out of the car. He took your hands into his and started walking towards the restaurant.

“Table for two,” you said and the waiter guided you both over to a table.

“About that sudden change in plans,” Jensen said, as you both took a seat at the table, “Jared insisted that I take Clif with me because he was worried that I-”

“You would get lost again?” You giggled.

“....not really.” He cast his eyes down, as he spoke softly.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Jared-he is….uhm-he's a little wary about you, it's nothing, he is just looking out for me….you know,” the actor hesitated.

“I-I totally understand,” you said, making him look up to you, “I do. He doesn't know me, you are in an unknown country. I would feel the same too but I won't kidnap you.”

“I was hoping you would,” Jensen tsked, a smile slowly spreading on his face.

“I can but who will finish the show then?” you smirked.

“Now I think you only agreed to go on a date with me because of the show,” He feigned hurt.

“What can I say? I need to know what happens to a certain hunter.”

“A certain hunter, huh?” He smirked, as a waiter approached your table handing you guys a couple of menus.

“Yeah.” You saw his smile getting bigger, “those luscious locks of hair of Jared are really captivating and his hazel eyes.” You saw as his smile dropped and you couldn't help yourself as you laughed but he quickly recovered.

“Well I can't really blame you, I also tend to get lost in those eyes,” he joked, making you laugh harder.

“If I'm not wrong, this is your first time in India. Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked.

“Not gonna lie, I'm slowly starting to fall in love with India,” he replied.

“She is beautiful,” you remarked, and looked down to see the menu in front of you.

“Beautiful indeed,” Jensen said, only for you to look up to see him staring at you with fondness in his eyes. Your cheeks turned pink under his gaze and you gave him a soft smile. He dropped his gaze and started to skim through the menu.

“Considering this is my first time here, what Indian cuisine is a must have for me?” He asked.

“I like it that you are willing to try an Indian cuisine,” you smirked.

“When in India, do as the Indians do,” the actor said.

“Okay but do you think you can handle the spice?” You smirked.

“Are you challenging me sweetheart?”

“I'm not but I don't think you can handle our spicy dishes,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Bring it on. How spicy can it be?”

“Oh you have no idea but I'll go easy on this one with you and I would suggest you order Pulao which is a rice dish and Chicken Tikka Masala,” you said as he nodded.

“Have you ever been to the US?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, “But I want to. I really want to see the Grand Canyon.”

“That's a good choice,” he said.

“And maybe catch a show on Broadway-” your words were cut off as a waiter approached the table and you had to give him your food orders.

“I would gladly be your tour guide when you come to the US with a special tour around Texas,” he winked, making you smile.

“Maybe I'll call you up when I visit the US."

“I do want to ask you one thing. A lot of fans here recommended me something….a sweet, maybe-uh….something called Ros-roso-”

“Rosogolla. It's a sweet which is a specialty of my state. You have to try it. Tell me something, did you try the Vada Pav, considering you had a con in Mumbai?”

“Vada-what?”

“Vada Pav. You didn't try that? Really? Not even Jared?”

“No because we were always on the go go go and finally tonight we got some time off since Kolkata is our last pit stop before I have to fly back to Texas,” Jensen replied.

The night went on as you two got to know each other better. Your cheeks had started to hurt by how much you were smiling at his words. You were quite surprised at how well Jensen handled the food at first but you completely lost when he reached for the glass of water as soon as he had taken one bite of the chicken dish.

“Son of a bitch, why is this so damn spicy?” He jad exclaimed, making you burst out in laughter.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about casual subjects about friends, family and work life. You didn't even realise how the time flew by and the time with him came to an end. As you two were leaving the restaurant, Jensen took your hand into his, entangling your fingers with his.

The car ride was filled with silence except the occasional small talk between you and Jensen. After sometime, the car came to a halt in front of your house.

“I am flying back tomorrow morning,” he whispered as you approached your house.

“I enjoyed a lot tonight Jensen. Thank you.”

“No thank you. You made this weekend a really special one,” he smiled, making you blush and look down to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded.

He cupped your face with his hands and tilted his head, slowly leaning into you. He pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow and passionate and he took his sweet time to explore your mouth. You gripped onto his biceps to keep yourself steady. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself get lost in the kiss. Growing up in an Indian household meant you had strict parents and a nonexistent dating life. You always used to dream about that perfect man in your life, the perfect date, the perfect kiss - would it it be like the scene from your favourite Bollywood movie “Jab We Met” when Geet realises her love for Aditya and runs after him to profess her love or would it be like the last scene from “Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge” where Simran gets the happy ending with Raj?

But that moment, at your doorstep, when your lips met with Jensen's, all those thoughts had left your mind because now you knew everything - the perfect man, the perfect date and the perfect kiss.

“Hi,” you said as he finally let go of your lips. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“I want to make this work, Y/N/N,” Jensen spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

“But you will be in Texas and Vancouver, I will be in India. How- ”

“Long distance sucks but….come to the US with me,” he said.

“W-what?” You asked, slightly surprised at his wish, “I have my whole life here, Jay. I can't move to the US just like that. It's not a change between two cities. It's literally a change between two countries.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. I-I shouldn't have made such a stupid suggestion.”

“No. It's not stupid. I just need some time before I move to America. I can't move there immediately.” You said.

“Till then we will try to make this long distance thing work. I am willing to try if you are, sweetheart,” he said.

“I am,” you said and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Come to the airport with me tomorrow. I wanna see you again before I fly back,” he said, “I'll pick you up on the way to the airport.”

“Okay but-”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I was gonna say what will happen if you get lost on the way to your airport?” You asked with a straight face.

“I am never gonna live that one down, am I?” Jensen grumbled before laughing loudly.

“Nope,” you giggled.

“I am kinda glad I got lost. I found you,” he said, dipping his head to kiss you again.

“I think you should go now. You have an early flight. I don't want you to miss it,” you mumbled.

“What if I want to miss it?” The actor asked.

“Jay,” you frowned.

“Fine. I just don't want to let go of….this moment.”

“Hey you said it yourself. We'll work through this,” you tried to assure even though your own heart was breaking at the thought of him flying back to Texas. He gave you a quick kiss before making his way back to the car, leaving you standing at your doorstep. You stood there till you couldn't see the car anymore. You felt your phone buzz in your hand and you saw a text from Jensen about when he would pick you up the next day and a good night.

You felt yourself getting teared up. Being in a long distance relationship sucks. It was going to be a tough thing for both of you but you were both willing to work through it and maybe it wouldn't prove to be so hard.

“We'll make it work,” you whispered to yourself while standing at the doorstep like a mantra just like you whispered to Jensen the next day at the airport, as he kissed you one last time.

“I think I'm falling for you,” he whispered back, bumping his nose with yours.

“I am falling for you too, Jay,” you said, your hand fondling his shirt collar.

“Ackles!” The said man looked up and saw his best friend, Jared beckoning to him.

“Call me when you reach Texas,” you said.

“I will,” he said, “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye, Jay,” you said, your voice strained as you tried to keep your tears at bay. You watched as he walked with the other actors, glancing back at you one last time. You smiled at him and waved him a goodbye.

“I think I love you,” you whispered, sighing aloud as he turned around the corner and disappeared. You knew the con weekend would be the best experience in your life but you could have never guessed that it would change your life entirely. Life surely is unpredictable, isn't it?

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diyunho · 5 years ago

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The Joker x Reader - “A.N.N.I.E.”

A.N.N.I.E. (Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity) is an outdated android model that emerged on the market two years ago. The Joker purchased her as a toy for his son not knowing she will become the recipient of desperate attempts to keep Y/N with him. After the woman’s unexpected death, experiments meant to transfer her conscience inside Annie failed yet The King of Gotham couldn’t part with the only thing that reminded him of someone he actually cared about.

“Can you fix her?” The Joker asks the two programmers that have been assessing the android for the past 15 minutes.

“Hard to tell sir, but we are trying to determine what triggered the malfunction,” Zariah points at the 4 laptop screens simultaneously running diagnostics. “Recently there’s been a spike in flaws regarding A.N.N.I.E. models; after all they were released 2 years ago. I would recommend acquiring the most current technology…”

“No need to!” J bitterly cuts him off. “Just fix her!”

“We will do our best, sir!” Mickel reassures The King of Gotham: his wretched temper might interfere with today’s agenda and the two hackers simply can’t afford it.

“Your best is not enough,” The Joker growls. “She cornered my son last night and almost crushed him against the wall. I had to use manual override to shut her down. That’s not typical machine behavior, is it?!”

“No sir, although I’ve heard of similar incidents in the past months. If it continues, Annie prototype will be pulled off the market soon,” Zariah informs.

“Her name‘s not Annie,” The Clown Prince of Crime interrupts the unwanted advice. “Her name’s Y/N!”

Awkward silence and Kase’s voice resonates from upstairs.

“Daddy?... Daddy?...”

“My son’s awake; I’ll be back,” J abandons the two men in a hurry and stumbles on the numerous cables connecting the laptops to the cyborg on his way out.

“Goddammit!”, he huffs through his clenched teeth before vanishing around the corner.

“That was fucking weird,” Mickel whispers. “What does he means her name is not A.N.N.I.E.?! Am I crazy? Is this not Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity sitting in that chair?!”

“Of course it is,” Zariah confesses in low tone. “He gives me the creeps too how he thinks she’s in there.”

“What do you mean “she”?” the obvious question follows.

“Check those cords,” Zariah urges and continues: “You noticed he corrected me with the name for the pile of rubbish.”

“Yeah,” the other guy begins typing a bunch of configurations while listening to the scoop.

“Y/N used to take care of his kid. Nobody can say who she really was: some believe she might have even been the mother, that her and Mister Joker were together. Others swear the little boy called her auntie; maybe she actually was Mister J’s sibling. Who the hell knows? She was a strange woman and she looked… different also,” Zariah’s gaze circles the premises to make sure their employer is not eavesdropping.

“No shit!” Mickel frowns at the statistics popping up on the monitors.

“Yeah, I saw her a few times, gave me the creeps. Something was off with her, you just could tell. Mister J always had jerks working for him and I guess they clashed with Y/N quite often: it got so bad they dared planning a prank that ended horribly. Do you know the warehouse on 14th street? The 6 stories one?”

“No.”

“Well, supposedly it happened there: Mister J was out of town and had no clue about the scheme plotted without his consent. The crew took his son on the roof and threatened they will toss him off the building if she doesn’t jump instead.”

“And?!” Mickel halts his typing, intrigued.

“She jumped… … they didn’t think she would.”

“Holy crap! I had no idea!”

“Dude, it was a disaster!” Zariah shrugs depicting the facts. “Y/N splattered all over the concrete, broken to pieces… Despite the severe injuries, she didn’t die immediately: she was in a coma for almost a month before passing away. Mister J had Annie already, he probably bought her as a toy for Kase when it first emerged on the market. The rumor is that while Y/N was in a coma he kidnapped scientists and forced them to work on a senseless project: transferring her conscience inside Annie.”

“You’re shitting me!” Mickel exclaims at the insane disclosure.

“Nope.”

“Can’t be done; it’s impossible!”

“And who’d dare explain the obvious to him, huh? Not the researchers he killed the moment she stopped breathing if you get my drift.”

“That’s messed up!” Mickel forcefully exhales, infinitely more nervous about being at The Penthouse for the moment.

“Do you remember the serial murders that shook Gotham 3 months ago?” Zariah has more gossip for his partner. “It was Mister J hunting down every single person that was on the roof the day Y/N jumped.”

“We shouldn’t be here,” the anxious Mickel shrugs. “Maybe we should abandon our mission.”

“Bulshit! They’ll pay us double over anything he offers so don’t be a pussy! Speaking of, you should assemble the guns prior to his return!”

Mickel is reluctant to the whole scenario, yet he compiles the two guns out of items resembling computer parts scattered in their suitcases: that’s how they were able to deceive security.

“Done,” he stashes one finished weapon under his jacket, offering the other to Zariah.

“Remain calm and we’ll be ok,” the latest mumbles. “Let’s pretend we’re here to repair this junk.”

A couple more minutes pass by and The Joker’s presence alongside his offspring makes the two guys cringe.

The little boy hides behind his father’s legs, shyly glancing the android’s way.

“Don’t be scared,” J grumbles. “She’s in power saving mode, it’s fine.”

“Yes, it’s perfectly safe,” Zariah winks. “We are almost done extracting all the data,” he gestures at the laptop’s screens.

Kase giggles and rushes to climb on Annie’s knees, excited to see her after she wasn’t allowed to sleep in his room last night which is understandable since the robot went bonkers.

“Hi Y/N,” the child softly pulls on her long hair. “I want waffles pwease.”

The hackers exchange meaningful glares and The Joker replies:

“She can’t for now,” he mutters. “She’s defective. Frost will take you out for breakfast, alright?”

“Does it hurt?” the 5 year old pouts at his parent’s affirmation: he doesn’t comprehend all the words and it’s difficult for a kid to process the concept of transference.

After Y/N died, The Joker told Kase she moved inside Annie: he wasn’t delusional about his failed experiment but it was easier to make his son cope with the loss of the woman that raised him. J doesn’t literally believe there’s any trace of Y/N in the machine: how could it be? Several months passed and nothing proved what he tried to accomplish succeeded: a twisted concept originating from a distorted mind was doomed from the start.

“It doesn’t hurt,” The Clown Prince of Crime sighs. “She’s resting.”

“Sir, I think you should see this,” Mickel gets his attention.

“What am I looking at?”

“You used voice command to lock down the android?” Zariah pinpoints at the monitor to his left.

“I did.”

“That’s not what turned off the system: see the numbers flowing borderline with the central matrix, the tiny squares? She wasn’t locked down by external command, she was terminated from within.”

“What do you mean?!” Mickel scoots over in his rolling chair, baffled.

“Somebody trespassed the firewall,” his accomplice utters the obvious.

J is less than happy with the random discovery still he requires confirmation of his suspicion.

“Meaning?”

“Annie, I mean Y/N is the recipient of a cyber-attack: she’s been hacked.”

“Hacked?” J scoffs. “What for? She’s just a companion android, it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Not sure, sir…” Zariah lifts his shoulders up, baffled.

“Can you find the source?” the green haired individual suggests.

“Analyzing the algorithm shows puzzling results: these numbers should be repeating themselves every so often, yet they don’t; never seen anything like it and I’ve been dealing with computers for a long time,” Mickel adds. “The most interesting detail is certainly challenging our expertise: tracking the root of the signal is pretty much unachievable. We should see input bouncing around from different servers because this is how hackers disguise their trail; but… this particular livestream happened simultaneously from various servers around the country.”

“There’s practically 0% chance for such abnormal hacking with today’s technology!” Zariah scrunches up his face at the baffling discovery. “How in the world was it done?!”

“You’re the experts!” The Joker barks. “I hired you based on strong recommendations from others that used your skills. Can you fix her or not?!”

“Of course, sir.”

“Yes!” the two associates ease The Clown’s doubt. “We’ll unplug the cables, we already removed all necessary info.”

Kase watches them detach the cords from Annie’s access ports, the child sulking at their action.

“Y/N, does it hurt?” he asks and hops off her lap. The empty shell doesn’t respond since the robot is in power saving mode.

“It doesn’t hurt,” The King of Gotham duplicates his earlier statement. “Frost!” he addresses the henchman entering the living room. “Take him to our restaurant on Madison Avenue for breakfast then he can play at the property on Foster Creek until we are done here. I want a 3 cars escort.”

“Yes, boss. I’ll call in advance and tell them not to open the place until we’re done.”

“Good,” J agrees with his henchman’s proposal. “Kase, go and eat!” he urges the offspring having a few more secrets to share with Annie. “Come on, let’s go!” the impatient father encourages.

The 5 year old obeys and kisses Annie’s cheek, whispering:

“I’ll bwing you beck’fast auntie, ok?” and he rushes at Frost’s side screaming up a storm. “Byeeeee daaaaaddy!!!”

The programmers are so absorbed by the mystifying enigma they stumbled upon by accident they don’t pay attention to the little nugget’s promise: even if they would, Zariah and Mickel wouldn’t be able to untangle the convoluted riddle of Y/N’s true identity.

She wasn’t The Joker’s girlfriend nor Kase’s mother: Y/N was nothing less than The Clown’s younger sister.

The woman protected the only family she had like a hawk, thus she didn’t hesitate to give her life in exchange for her nephew’s.

Too bad she had no idea those jerks were mocking her when she ended up on that accursed roof.

Too bad her brother didn’t guess their intentions and extremely regrettable he was left alone without the only person he ever trusted.

Too bad she died granted J’s desperate efforts to keep her with him.

And so sad he didn’t know how much Y/N meant to him until she was gone.

“Isn’t it weird someone breached my android in the same time it was malfunctioning and closed her down?…” J stares outdoors on the terrace. “Why would anyone go through the trouble?... What’s the purpose?”

The familiar click of safety being taken off a gun awakens The Joker from apathy and he turns around: it’s not easy to surprise J but he’s stunned to notice the two experts he recruited pointing guns at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Cashing in a huge payday, sir,” Zariah sneers. “It’s not often you become a legend for murdering…”

The Joker is not listening, his attention diverted by the strange phenomenon occurring behind the two hackers threatening his life: Annie is standing up from her chair and that’s clearly not possible; she is in power saving mode!

The android grabs Mickel’s arm and twists it to 90 degrees, using his own pistol to blow his brains out. Before Zariah can react he’s knocked to the ground with such violence J starts backing out, unsure on what to do when Annie steps on the man’s neck.

The sound of fractured bone plus the cyborg’s attention clearly directed towards him now makes him shout:

“Code 71345, emergency override!”

“Access denied!” the robot approaches still calibrating its joints and electronic synapses.

What the hell is wrong with this thing?!

“Code 71345, emergency override!”

”Access denied!”

J wants to make a run for it but he’s aware Annie is faster; why is she glitching like this?!

“Code 71…”

“Why are you trying to shut me down when I tried so hard to come back to you?” the cold voice halts the rest of his sentence.

The Joker takes a strenuous breath, dumbfounded at the shocking revelation:

“Y/N?... … Is… is… that you?!... …”

The android tilts its head to the left while an eerie smile flourishes on the plastic lips:

“Missed me?”

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blushingjared · 6 years ago

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Fake It Till You Make It

Fake It Till You Make It (Dean x Reader)

Square(s) Filled: Case Fic for @spnkinkbingo and Case Fic for @spndeanbingo Ship: Dean x Reader Character: Dean, Reader, OMC, Sam, Reader’s Parents (briefly) Rating: Mature Warnings: Kidnapping, Canon typical violence, implied smut at the end, Major Injury to the Reader, Death of Parents Word Count: 3.9K Beta’d by: @focusonspn and @moonlitskinwalker

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Summary: When Dean shows up to get information on a case, things start to get further out of control for your perfect world.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in my SPN Kink Bingo Series

Work today had been hell. Nothing you baked was coming out right. Even when you followed every recipe to the exact detail, it seemed that today was not your day. In fact, the whole weekend had been particularly bad. You pushed a stray hair out of your face and did your best to stock up the front of the bakery with the best looking items from your stockpile of goods.

Your parents had cut back your hours once again, worried that your time at the shop were cutting into your studies. There had been multiple occasions where you had attempted to tell your parents that your classes weren’t the least bit strenuous. The shop needed as much help as possible. It seemed a bit ridiculous but your parents only wanted the best for you.

While most 19 year olds wanted to move out of their parents house the first chance they got, you stuck around. The small town you grew up in for your entire life was home; it felt wrong to leave. So you took a couple community classes and worked in your parents bakery. Most people wouldn’t have felt fulfilled, but you did.

To top it all off, your boyfriend had called you to cancel your date that you’d been planning all week for. An amazing romantic dinner at both of your favorite restaurant. Matthew had apologized profusely and promised that tomorrow he would be free. Tonight he was just busy at the office.

You were sure that, someday when you were both secure, you and Matt would get married, settle down and have a couple of kids when the both of you were more secure and then have a couple kids. Nothing was wrong with never wanting to leave the place you called home. You knew almost everyone's name.

You had no wishes to live an extraordinary life.

The bell rang above the door, where your Family’s name was written beautifully, singling that someone had come into your store and it pulled you out of your thoughts. A plastic smile graced your lips as you lifted yourself up and faced the customer. Your hands instinctively dropped down to your apron to brush some of the flour off. Something irritated your face and it felt a bit like flour or icing, but you ignored it. Although, nothing could have prepared you for the man that was about to enter your shop.

“Hi Miss sorry to bother you.” The man had a gorgeous smile that he eagerly flashed to you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Are the owners around? I’ve got a few questions for them.” He reached into the interior pocket of his trench coat, presenting his FBI Badge.

Words escaped you for the longest time, instead, trying to comprehend what a beautiful man like him was doing as an FBI agent. Surely, he could have been a model or some kind of actor. His bright green eyes shone beautifully in the evening sun, the freckles becoming prominent on his golden skin. Your inner thoughts were becoming something from a cheesy romance novel, but this “Dean”, as his badge listed, looked like a man fresh off the cover of one.

After no response from you, Dean cleared his throat to try and get your attention once more. “Miss? Are you ok?” He tilted his head in worry and the repeated question got to you.

“Oh, um, yes. I’m fine, thank you. Sorry.” You returned his gentle smile and decided to step out from behind the counter. You pulled the dirty apron off of your body and set it against the top of the counter. “The owners aren’t here right now. They’re at home. I can give you their phone number though.” God, you felt so ashamed for objectifying the poor man.

Dean tilted that pretty head of his in confusion. “They let a teenager run the store?”

While technically true, the statement still irked you. Being young doesn’t equal being childish. Your head cocked to the side as your hand went to your hip. “I’m 19, sir. Twenty in a couple months. I am an adult.”

Dean rolled his eyes at your statement and you inwardly regretted it realising it sounded like something an angry teen would say. It was too late to take it back now.

“Good on you, kid, but I still need to talk to them. You don't have a home address at all?” Dean slipped his hands into his pockets as he tried his best not to sound annoyed. Information was still needed from you, but kids tended to prey on anything showing weakness. Like exhaustion.

“Yeah. I’m heading there in an hour to bring the cash to them. Do you think you could wait that long?” Giving the address would have been easy, but you were getting him back for calling you a kid.

“Fuck me.” Dean sighed, more to himself than to you, and tipped his head back before taking a deep breath. “Can’t you just write it down or something? I don’t have time to wait.”

“I don’t know you. You could be a murderer for all I know.” It was a joke in all honesty, but it must have touched on something personal because he turned his head to you, his forehead creased in confusion before you clarified. “I just mean, I’d rather play it safe and go with you ok? I’m headed up there anyways.”

“Yeah, fine.” Something beeped, prompting Dean to pull his phone from his pocket. “I’ll be back, ok?” He asked even though he didn’t stay for your answer as he walked out of the shop.

“Okay..” You wondered if some of your food would cheer him up, make him less grumpy. He was cute when he was grumpy though.

Clicking the green answer button on his phone, Dean lifted the thing up to his ear. The voice of his younger brother came through. “What’s going on Sammy?” Dean’s frown stayed plastered on his face. When he thought you’d turned away, he turned himself and looked back inside to watch you work for a moment. “Are we digging any info up on this Matt, guy?”

Sam clenched his jaw before huffing out, “We are not doing any digging. I’m the one going to find the insane witch. All you have to do is find his girlfriend.” Dean shrugged.

“If it’s any consolation, this kid at the shop her parents own is giving me a hard time. She’d only take me to Y/N’s parents if she went with me. Said I could be a murderer.” Dean paused as he scratched his head. “What does she know anyways?”

Something tapped against the glass and it caught Dean off guard just as Sam was saying something. Dean dropped his phone in surprise and turned around, pleasantly surprised to find you standing in front of the large glass window with a slice of pie on a plate.

You smiled, pointing down to it and then to Dean. “Damn,” he groaned as he looked from it and then back to you. He held up a single finger to indicate he needed a minute. If it wasn’t for Sam’s currently annoying voice calling out through the speaker, he’d have gone inside.

“Damn it Dean, just hang up if you’re gonna ignore me. God..” Before Dean could get a word out, the call ended just as Dean picked the phone up from the sidewalk. He groaned, promising to call Sam back later and decided to go in and get the pie he’d been promised.

You sat across from the slice at one of the small tables off to the sides. Dean liked how the bakery looked like one from the fifties. Something you’d only see in Hallmark movies and Disney parks. “I wanted to apologize for calling you a murderer. I shouldn’t have.” A small blush formed on your cheeks as you ducked your head.

It reminded Dean of a toddler that stole a cookie from the jar but couldn’t lie about it when asked what they’d done. An astounding amount of innocence radiated off of you and it made Dean feel guilty for checking you out. Well, almost guilty.

“Don’t worry kid. You’re right to not trust strangers anyways.” Taking the fork from the table, Dean started to dig in to what looked like cherry pie. It was pretty fucking good. Not the best, but up there. You liked the way he smiled as he ate your pie, even if today hadn’t been your best baking day. At least he enjoyed it.

“So, what’s an FBI agent doing here? Some super secret spy mission?” Both elbows rested on the table, your chin resting in the palms of your hands. “I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a death in the town that wasn’t from natural causes. I can’t imagine what you’d be looking for.”

Dean stayed suspiciously quiet as he chewed on the dessert, only shrugging at your question. “Can’t talk about it, sorry sweetheart.” He hadn’t bothered to swallow his food and so his teeth were coated in cherry pie filling. It looked ridiculous on him, only adding to the growing pile of reasons you couldn’t believe that he was an FBI agent.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a good ten minutes before a couple in their mid-thirties walked in. You left Dean alone to go serve them the last slices of cheesecake and make a fresh pot of coffee. Patrons would come in and out, never more than a couple at a time though and once the clock struck 10 pm you turned the sign to closed and started the routine on locking up. You checked the back and locked up, cleaned a few counters and then grabbed the cash and placed it into the lock box.

Just as you went to let Dean know you’d finished up, Matt’s name flashed on your phone. He was calling you, confusion made your brows furrow. You answered none the less.

“Hey babe. What’s up?” You smiled as he called you that, Matt’s voice calmed you.

“Not much. How’s work going?” Dean stood up and walked towards you. He frowned as he saw that you were on the phone.

“I just wanted to check in. I wanna see you so bad..” He trailed off. His voice sounded out of breath and you could hear…was Matt running?

“Matt? You ok? It sounds like you’re running-“

“Get back here Matt! Let her go!” A gruff voice called out. The phone call ended before you had a chance to respond.

“Alright. Can we go now?” Dean asked, he tilted his head at you. Motioning towards the door.

“Yup!” Your voice hid any bit of confusion that you had in regards to your boyfriend’s phone call. The door of the bakery being held open for you as the two of you walked down main street, gasping as Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you toward an older black muscle car. “What’re you doing, Dean?”

“I’m driving us. Got a problem with that?” You didn’t, you just didn’t like the way he had manhandled you in the process. Eyes wide and lips parted, he ignored the cute look of surprise you gave him. Dean grinned as you slid into the car, glad he didn’t have to argue with you about it.

80’s rock music that only your father listened to played through the cars speakers. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he hummed in tune with the music. Every so often you would give him directions to your house, well “your bosses’ house” but he hadn’t bothered to even ask your name yet.

Dean’s head turned to face you, “Can I ask you something?” He watched as you turned your head to face the older man. “You know anybody in town named Matthew Green? They live here in town?”

Why was he asking about Matt? What did the FBI want with your Boyfriend?

“Not that I know of.” The answer hung in the air as silence once again fell between you two. You were suspicious of why Dean would be asking about Matt? What could Matt have possibly done? Not long after, Dean felt into his comfort zone by humming with the music.

Your house appeared just beyond the horizon, you could already see your mother sitting on the porch swing, working through whatever book her book club was currently reading. The light from the kitchen shone through the window, your father’s shadow moving around, likely cooking up dinner.

Dean pulled into the driveway and cut the engine off, you stepped out to walk ahead of Dean to greet your mom. Your mother’s lips pursed in question as you sat down with her. “Who’d you get a ride from, Y/N? A new friend?” A blush crept up onto your entire face and you did your best to hide it as Dean made his way to the porch. Turning your head you walked towards him.

“Y/N Y/L/N, don’t be rude. Introduce your new friend.” Shock coated Dean’s features, Jesus Christ.

“Y/N?” He repeated your name. It took all you had in you not to ask him to say your name again. Never before had your name sounded so good coming from someone’s mouth. “You didn’t tell me your name was Y/N.” Anger punched through him and into you. You didn’t understand.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t ask what my name was either.” The two of you stared at each other but before Dean could fire back your father popped his head out the kitchen window. “Y/N? Is your new friend staying for dinner?”

Whatever answer you would have given didn’t matter because your mom answered for you. “Course he is, you two go wash up.” Dean simply gave you and your family a tense smile before heading into the house behind you.

“Y/N. I really need to talk to you alone.” He implored you. Without much warning, he pushed the two of you into the small bathroom of your house. Your upstairs brain told your downstairs brain to shut up and realize that Dean was most likely 3 times your size and could easily over power you any time he wanted. His hand came out to rest against the edge of the sink. “I know..I know this is going to sound nuts but you’ve got to listen to me. That Matthew Green I asked you about? Well, he’s..he’s coming after you.”

Dean’s words made you laugh more than anything. You shook your head and leaned against the door. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Laughter was bubbling up inside your throat but you did your best to suppress it.

Dean knew you weren’t taking him seriously, so he let his eyes narrow and his jaw set as he answered you. “He created this town, he created a fake family for you, he created this picture perfect place for you.”

“Why is the FBI investigating this anyways?”

“I’m not actually apart of the FBI, Y/N. Me and my brother help people. People like you, people in danger.”

“I’m not in danger. Matt’s my boyfriend ok! He’s a great guy. I’m sorry but I think you should go.” Pain shot up your wrist as Dean grabbed onto it, hard.

“How long have you two been dating?” You rolled your eyes and went to answer. The words six months died on your lips as Dean let go.

“Six months? Really? That’s an awfully long time for someone your age to be in a relationship.” Your eyes shifted around the room.

“He’s older than me, has a full time job…” Dean narrowed his eyes.

“And your first date?”

“Well, it went terribly. He was rude and inconsiderate and I wasn’t going to have a second date but he called me and,” your memories feel fuzzy as you thought back on what happened just six months ago. You could only remember that first date and then everything felt fuzzy. Right up until Dean walked into the store.

“And what Y/N? Can’t remember? Feels like a dream?”

Sure he had lied to you about being FBI (you totally called that though), but something about what he said made you believe him. The town…it didn’t sit with you. You shook your head because of course the relationship was real, your parents were totally real and so was your town. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why..why would he do something like that? I’m nothing special. Besides! If this isn’t real how are you here?”

Dean rubbed over his jaw as he replied honestly. “I know how to get into dreams. It’s a special drink that allows us to share dreams. Now look, this whole fake dreamland is nice and all sweetheart, but I need you to come with me. ‘Cause that’s all this is, the fantasy of some witch.”

A soft knocking on the door interrupted you. “Y/N? What’s taking so long? Are you gonna come out now?” Your mother’s soft voice penetrating through the door. “Wouldn’t wanna eat dinner cold..”

“Mom just give me a minute.” Your voice shook as you answered her. Her voice sounded off, cheery in an almost too cheery sort of way. Suddenly everything was becoming claustrophobic and Dean was only making it worse by moving closer.

“I need you to trust me ok?” Dean had his hand extended to you, just as you went to take it, the bathroom door opened. Instead of your mom outside, Matt stood in front of you two.

“Matt? What-“

“What am I doing here? Well, I knew something was wrong when that brother of yours,” He turned his gaze from you to Dean, “started chasing me and shooting at me. I just had to get away from work to check on you, princess.” The nickname was sour and only now did you notice the blood on his pressed, white shirt and his khaki pants.

Fear made your stomach sink as he tugged you outside of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Horror replaced that when you saw both your parents, dead, blood covering the white tiles.

“N-no! Mo-Mom!” You sobbed. Dean tried his best but an invisible force shoved Dean roughly against the wall. Tears quickly sprung to your eyes as you tried and failed to pull away from Matt. “Please..Please just let me go. I..I’ll stay with you.” The words didn’t seem to sate him, his hand gripping on harsh enough to leave bruises of his fingertips into your skin. Matt was pissed and just as he was going to leave your home, in rushed another man. Taller than Dean, he silently looked around from you to his brother and then back to you.

Matt sighed as another invisible force sent this man back. Dean was finally picking himself up. “Nice to see you made it, Sammy.”

“Shut up, Dean.” That must have been Dean’s brother that he mentioned. They sure were doing a good job on saving you. The two brothers pushed themselves up. Matt turned his attention to Sam.

“I was so sure I lost you back there.” He smiled and brought your back to his chest, helplessly you felt the tip of a knife against your throat. Dean stepped towards you and it only made Matt press the thing harder against your neck.

You screamed, not caring if you looked weak for being scared about all this. “Just leave us alone!” Matt cried. “Can’t you see we’re happy?” He asked. Dean’s eyes never left yours, it did it’s job in making you feel calm. You had to calm down…calm down and think.

“It’s not real Matt. This isn’t the real Y/N and you know that.” Sam stepped closer, only causing Matt to drag you backwards.

“We had a good first date! I call and ask what I did wrong and she tells me I was rude. Called her fat, and insulted her interests.” Matt’s voice was getting louder and each word unlocked memories. They seemed so real, fresh, like they’d just happened. “I try everything and tell her she just misunderstood but she wouldn’t believe me. If she’d just believed me-“ Anger replaced the fear that you had felt as you stomped on his foot. It was enough of a distraction to pull away from him.

Dean smiled in surprise and extended his hand and just as your fingers brushed over his, pain washed over you. So much pain that it crippled you to the floor on your hands and knees. Sound became muted and you lost a grip on what was happening. Matt was so shocked by what he’d done to you that Dean was able to raise his gun and shoot him. The guy probably didn’t even notice.

Your hand moved behind your back to feel the knife that had been in Matt’s hands now lodged into your back. “O-Oh..” If this was all really just a dream, it sure didn’t seem like it from the way the pain was invading your every sense. Dean dropped to his knees as he cradled you. Matt hadn’t seemed to have died yet. He was sputtering about and coughing up blood.

“Y/N, Y/N stay with me ok? You just gotta hold out until he’s dead.” Deans instructions were fuzzy. It was hard to pay attention, but he gripped onto your hands. “C’mon princess…Don’t die yet.” He smiled weakly at you and as much as you wanted to stay awake for Dean, your body wouldn’t let you. You drifted off, into the unknown. Although not concerned as much as you should have been with whether or not you would wake up.

Thankfully, you did. Your eyes blinked awake and sat up slowly, only to then realize that there was no pain in your back. Dean stared back at you, it was a little shocking to see him…in real life. Dean had been fuzzy back in the dream, but now..in this hospital room, you liked how real he looked.

Sam blinked awake beside him, his eyes softening as he saw you were ok. He stood up and grabbed his things their.

“Y/N? You ok there?” Dean asked and grabbed onto your hand. There was an ever present beeping beside your head.

“Yeah Dean. ‘M fine…” You trailed off. “I mean, an insane guy that I’d only been on one date with imprisoned me, but other than that..” It..It was weird because you had no idea how this had happened. “Is Matt..”

“Matt won’t be a problem. I swear.” Dean’s eyes lifted to Sam’s in a silent communication only brothers could have, asked Sam left to give them a moment alone.

“Good..Good.” Dean didn’t offer up what that meant, but you trusted that it was the truth. “Yeah..Yeah..Ok.” You whispered. “Thank you..for saving me.” You smiled back at him and leaned forward to press your lips to Dean’s in a thank you.

A gentle smile graced his lips, but you knew you had to pull away. “You do that to everyone you’re thankful of?” He asked and you shook your head no. “Guess I’m just that special?” He asked.

“You’re impossible.” It only made you want to kiss him again. So you did…again and again. You liked living in the real world. The one where Dean was there to save you.

Dean laid awake in bed, contemplating on whether he should get out or stay in. Things in the bunker had been tense, very tense. Sam and Cas both had started going silent. Even when probed, neither would say more than one word answers.

His mind drifted to his dreams once more. Recently, it’s all he’d been able to do. Now, with another dream about Y/N on top of the other, most of his thoughts were being clouded by yours.

During research, eating, even showering. He felt wrong when he thought of you and Dean worried he was going to get an idea that there really was a girl like that out there for him.

So Dean did what he always did, he shoved you and the stupid dreams down, and off his mind as far away as possible.

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kpoprunsmylifenow · 5 years ago

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I Wanna Make You Mine Chapter 3:

When you woke up, you realized that you weren’t still tied up in that chair. You sat up quickly, looking around to see that the room you were in was very bright. There was a light blue on the walls, the bedspread was a yellow color, and there was a window to your right. You tried to stand up, but your legs weren’t as strong as you though.

“You should be careful.” You heard from the door. You looked to see a guy with red hair leaning against the door. “Baron said you’re still gonna be weak for a little bit, but there wasn’t anything to bad.” You nodded as sat back on the bed.

“I need a phone.” You rasped, your throat really hurt.

“A phone?” You nodded.

“I need to call Jihun.” You said as you tried to stand up.

“You said that before you passed out. Why do you need to call him?”

“I need to tell him that I’m okay. They’re still looking for me and they need to know that I’m not dead.” You said as you fell, but the red haired guy caught you.

“So you must be in another group.” He said quietly.

“Sure, you could say that.” You groaned as you forced your legs to function.

“Are you high up in your group?” He asked.

“You should really tell me your name before you start asking me questions like that.” You said as you leaned against the wall to get to the stairs.

“Ziu. Now are you gonna tell me?”

“I’m pretty important.” You said as you started to make it down the stairs.

“Ziu! Why is she up?!” You heard someone yell from the bottom of the stairs. “You should really be resting.” He said.

“I need to call Jihun.” You repeated. The blonde man nodded at you and helped you to the kitchen. “Can I get some water?”

“Yeah. Here sit down, and here’s one of our burner phones. Call this Jihun guy and then that’s it.” You nodded. He handed you a cup of water and the phone. You made sure to drink the water before you called Jihun.

“What?” Jihun answered.

“Wow, glad to see you’ve been missing me.” You said as you looked at the blonde and Ziu talk.

“Y/N? Holy fuck, are you okay? Where are you?” You heard him grabbing things.

“Chill chill. I’m fine, nothing too bad. I honestly don’t know where I am, but a group came and attacked A.C.E while they had me. And no they aren’t holding me hostage either.” You then heard the phone being snatched from Jihun’s phone.

“Y/N?” You heard Heejun’s voice.

“Hi Junnie.” You smiled a little. “I’m okay. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Okay. Can we come get you yet?” You laughed.

“Not yet. There are some things I need to settle first and then I’ll be back.” You heard him whine before the phone was taken again.

“Just tell us when you need to be picked up and where.” Jihun said as he probably herded Heejun towards Seoham more than likely.

“Will do.” And then you hung up. Dropping your head on your arms, you held out the phone for the 2 boys in front of you.

“Our leader wants to talk to you.” You heard someone say from the doorway of the kitchen.

“Okay.” You said as you stood up. Groaning as your legs started to give again.

“Here. I’m Baron.” You heard the blonde say, he was offering his shoulder.

“Thanks.” You entered the living room, where you saw 5 guys sitting. Sitting down in a chair, the other 2 went and sat down on the 2 open spaces on the couch. “Someone said the leader wanted to talk to me.”

“Yes, and that would be me.” A man with tattoos said. “Well, first, why did A.C.E have you?”

“Well, I am a high up in my group so.” You shrugged. “They’d been hitting our shipments. We went to go check it out and then they kidnapped me after crashing into us.”

“What’s your name and your position?” Ace asked.

“Y/N and I’m the leader.” You said as you sat back, crossing your legs. The look of surprise went over all their faces. “Leader?” You heard someone say.

“Yes leader. My group has been keeping it on the down low so that I wouldn’t be hit, but since you got me out of those dumbasses hands. So I figured you’d be granted the opportunity to know my position.”

“Who’s Jihun?” Someone asked.

“Jihun is the leader of my henchmen, and he’s my right hand.”

“So that’s why you needed to call him and tell him you were okay.” Ziu said.

“Yes. We grew up together, so we are all very close.” You said, not wanting to disclose any more information to these men.

“What’s your group name?”

“Spades.” You said as you leaned forward, the boys around you talk between themselves. “I have a couple of questions for you.” They looked at you hesitantly, now knowing your group and your position. “First, I wanna know all your names. Two, why were you attacking A.C.E? Three, why did you help me when you could’ve just left me there? And lastly, why did you take me to your base?”

“Well, you know some of us.” The man with the tattoos said. “I’m St. Van.”

“I’m Jacob.” The deep voice tall man said beside Ziu.

“You already know me.” Ace winked at you, you rolled your eyes.

“I told you my name earlier, but I’m Baron. Ayno was the one who helped you out of the chair the other day.” He said, pointing to the pink haired man that helped you last night. The man who’d been watching you from the corners of the room still hadn’t moved to say anything.

“What about you?” You asked as you turned towards him. He wasn’t in plain sight, but you had caught a look at him while you were coming down the stairs. The men around you were frozen as you addressed the hidden man.

“Lou.” He said quietly as he stepped out.

“How did you know he was there?” Ziu asked.

“Well, I knew there was 7 of you from last night.” You said as you turned back around. “But when we started to talk, there was only 6. Plus I saw him going this way when I was coming down the stairs.” You smirked at their shocked faces.

“I like her.” Jacob said and you laughed.

“To answer your second question,” St. Van started. “We also had some shipments and places being hit by them.” You nodded. You’d already knew that A.C.E had been hitting other group’s had been hit by them. “Your third question,” He looked over at Baron.

“I have a soft heart.” Baron smiled a little and rubbed the back of his neck. “And I couldn’t just leave you there knowing that all those bastards weren’t dead.” You nodded, looking out the window. You’ll get Jihun to send some guys to check the warehouse that you’d been in. “And we’re still pretty small. So we really didn’t have any choice because I can’t just leave you when you need to be actually patched up and get some stitches. So I convinced Van to bring you here and that if you caused problems I’d be the one to kill you.”

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You eventually ate, and took a nap because you HAD been tourtured for a fucking week. You did get to call Yongguk and tell him to get Jihun to get some guys over there to A.C.E’s warehouse to check and see what they could find out more info on these guys. You knew they were down some important people, you’d killed the leader.

You’d actually grown close to Ziu and Baron. They were surprisingly funny, and Ziu reminded you of Heejun and Inseong. Ziu was very extra, making sure to make you laugh, even though it made your body ache and Baron to scold the two of you. But it was worth it in the end. Baron and Ace made sure to keep you company for the rest of your stay there. You found out that Ace ran their businesses. They had some clubs near where you had a few restaurants and a club. You figured out each of their separate roles within their group. Obviously St. Van was the leader, Baron was their medic, Ace dealt with their businesses, that included a couple of strip clubs, Ayno was in charge of drugs, Jacob ran their weapons trades, Lou was their resident assassin, and Ziu was their hacker. He was actually the one to send Ayno and Ace down to where he saw me on the CCTV.

“So when are you gonna allow me to go back to my own group?” You asked Baron a couple nights after you’d woken up.

“Well, all your wounds and stuff are healing well. It doesn’t seem like it’s gonna get infected.” He said as he checked on your wounds again. “So I would say that you’re good to go home.” He smiled at you. You nodded your head and walked to St. Van’s office. Knocking, you realized now that you hadn’t talked to him really during your stay here.

“Come in.” As you entered, you saw Lou coming around the corner, probably making sure you weren’t trying to kill their leader. “What can I do for you?” He asked as you sat down in one of the chairs that were in front of his desk.

“I’m wondering when you’re going to allow me to go home.” You stated. “Baron said that all my wounds are fine, so I was wondering how we’ll handle me leaving since I know where your base is and you know some sensitive information on me.” You crossed your arms.

“Well,” He paused and looked outside. “You can call your guys to meet up with us. We already know your men should be at the warehouse we took you from, so we can meet there. And since you don’t want us spilling your secrets, we can set up some sort of trade. Us to keep your secrets and you give us some supplies since we’ve both been hit by A.C.E.” You pondered the option for a minute, and eventually nodded.

“I’ll have to talk to some of my guys about the supplies, but sure.” He nodded and called for Lou.

“Go have all the guys get ready to leave. Our dear guest wants to go home.” Lou nodded and you got up, shaking St. Van’s hand.

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“Y/N!” You heard Heejun yell and run to you. You smiled and braced yourself for him to hit you, knowing that Jihun or Dongwon wouldn’t have time to grab him.

“Hi Junnie.” You smiled as he hugged you tightly.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere anymore.” Inseong said as he patted your head. You gave a hug to the rest of the guys, including Jihun even though he complained.

“Jihun, you can’t act all tough now. We know you missed me.” You laughed and winked at him, looking up at the warehouse you’d been in. “Did you search the whole warehouse?”

“We did.” Inseong said as he eyed the men behind you. “We found some stuff, it’s back at base.” You nodded and turned to look at the men you’d been with for the past couple of days.

“I’ll make sure to contact you about that deal.” You said, the men behind you looking at you quickly. St. Van nodded and you walked away, Jihun steadily asking you questions. “Also,” you turned just enough to see them over your shoulder. “You say anything and I’ll make sure not even the dogs can find you.” And you continued to the car where you started explaining what happened after you’d been kidnapped.

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writing-yj · 7 years ago

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Robin x Reader: The Bird Tattoo~Part Seven (Soulmate AU)

A/n: Angsty as hell, at least in the beginning, and this part is very long. I feel like I sloppily explained Mockingbird’s (your) backstory, so should I made a post that is specifically for Mockingbird’s backstory?

By the way, I absolutely love it when I get feedback from readers. I love getting messages and comments about my writing; it gives me a ton of motivation to continue. I’ll be cranking out parts, getting one out almost every day. Please let me know what you think, be it by ask or inbox!

You and the rest of the team were in the med bay, and for good reason. You were all pretty banged up, fortunately, with injuries that wouldn’t take too long too heal. The worst one being (out of all of them) a cracked rib, as far as you knew. Most of the pain came from being sore, and M’gann was mentally overwhelmed from having to use her powers constantly.

While they were awake and scattered around your ‘bed’ and talking, you were once out cold. And you pretended to still be out, partially because you wanted to hear what they were saying and you didn’t want to face them. You noticed how unhappy they were when they got here. Otherwise you didn’t feel like moving yet.

“I don’t know how she broke from the mind link,” Megan said and shook her head. “She was there, and then she wasn’t. Like she shoved me, or, us out of her head. That could be what weakened me.”

That made you feel worse.

“I know she had her reasons for what she did, but,” Artemis didn’t want to admit that she, too, was upset with her best friend. “Some of us could have gotten killed. It’s not unforgivable, but I need to know more.”

Conner was pissed at you because M’gann got hurt; his protective nature was the source of that. Wally was annoyed, not quite angry. He had his fair share of reckless decisions, but this wasn’t something he could entirely ignore. Kaldur lightly said he was disappointed in you. He wasn’t very angry either, just disappointed. You hated disappointing your leaders, and he was one of them.

“Mockingbird was reckless, I understand that much.” Robin said quietly. He sounded close to you. “And she put us in danger along with herself. But it’s my fault this happened.”

“She’s the one who ditched us, how is it your fault?” Conner questioned.

Robin sat on the edge of a bed near yours. “Because I deleted everything on her tablet. It had everything that could convince the Justice League that The Doctor was still alive. If she showed them that, they would have believed her.”

“I had a feeling there were going to be more consequences than just her anger.” Wally stated. “But you guys saw M. She was practically possessed and out for blood. I think she would have still gone after him, and by herself, even if you didn’t get rid of all her info.”

Robin weakly shrugged, completely guilt-stricken. But they were right. You risked their lives so you could try and get revenge. You turned into something else on the mission, and it wasn’t the Mockingbird they knew.

They briefly talked about how your mask came off, and you could feel that it still wasn’t on your face. They didn’t know your name, though. Only Artemis and Robin knew. The others couldn’t recognize you, since they don’t go to Gotham Academy. You were remarkably beautiful, and most of them agreed to that. They thought your eyes were especially unique, even thought the didn’t get much of a look.

You felt the heat coming off of Artemis’ body as she stood beside you, looking down at your ‘sleeping’ figure. “Mockingbird faced one of her biggest fears, and it wasn’t easy. I’ve never seen her so terrified.” Her voice was quiet. Artemis wouldn’t say this on usual day

“I don’t think we’ve seen her even remotely scared, so that was a bit of a shock.”

Artemis placed a hand on your arm, but you instantly seized up. Your eyes shot open and out of instinct, you grabbed her wrist with a bruising grip. She jumped, but didn’t fight to pull away. It wouldn’t make anything better.

Wally quickly got up to help, but you dropped her wrist when you saw it was just her before he could take one step. You pushed out an apology, but it was quiet and cracked. You sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side, but a biting pain refused to let you get on your feet. “Fuck,” you hissed quietly as you clutched your chest. Your cuts were skillfully bandaged, but your chest was bruised as hell.

The following awkward silence was unbearable, and it was hard to break. You owed them a big apology, so that’s what you gave them. “I’m... I’m really sorry. For leaving you guys.”

“Well I’d hope so.” Conner snapped and he turned to face you. “We could have been killed by those things, whatever they were, because you decided to bail!”

You often wanted to punch him in the face sometimes, even if it most likely meant a broken wrist. He was too temperamental, on most days. Conner was a nice kid at heart, but his protectiveness over Megan strongly annoyed you.

“Hey, calm down. Yelling at her isn’t going to solve anything.” Robin tried to dial things down.

Conner whirled around to yell at Robin. “We barely fought them off! And by breaking out of the mind link, Megan-”

Of course, it was about Megan. You had nothing against her whatsoever; it’s not her fault he was so clingy. “Oh drop the protective boyfriend act already! She can defend herself without you always trying to shield her from things she can handle on her own!” You snapped. You were still a little fired up. You looked past the boy, who you defined as an angry rock in that moment, to look at Megan. “It’s nothing against you, I swear. But if I knew that breaking the mind link would affect you negatively, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s okay, Mockingbird. I’m fine now.” Megan said and sent you a small smile. She was such a forgiving girl, and she was the least upset out of all of them. And you were thankful for that. You weren’t as close to her as you were with Artemis, but she was still a very good friend.

However, you were still facing a furious Conner. It was like an angry staring contest, with neither of you backing down. He was ready to throw you out another window, and you wanted to backhand him at the very least. You didn’t want to risk any further injuries.

“What more do you want from me?” You growled after more intense staring.

It was Kaldur’s turn to speak. “We want answers.” Kaldur said firmly. “We need to fully know what your affiliation is with The Doctor.”

“It's time to stop hiding things from us, Mockingbird.” Artemis said quietly, and you were ready when she put her hand on your shoulder.

You looked down at the ground and let out a quiet and sarcastic chuckle. “You really want to know what happened to me, huh?” Your tone made them wary, but you saw them I'd out the corner of your eye. “Then take a seat. Grab a chair. It'll be a while. This isn't exactly easy to talk about, so I hope you have patience.” There was a bite to your words, but they understood why. You were talking about a sensitive subject that haunted you.

But once you started, you couldn't stop. “My family and I were walking home after eating out at my favorite restaurant in Star City. We lived just down the street from it, so we weren't expecting anything bad to happen. It was dark, the stars were out, and it was snowing lightly. It was a beautiful night, but it was the last time I was happy alongside them.

“I don't know how it happened, but he attacked us. He kidnapped all four of us single handedly. I was only eight years old. The Doctor set up a lab in a warehouse basement on the outskirts of Star City, and that's where he kept us. We weren't the only ones he nabbed, though. There were so many others.” Your eyes were trained on the floor and your body was tense. “Some dead, others still alive. We all went through the four steps of his experiments.”

You watched him go through all four steps so many times. You could never forget them. “Step one, electrocution,” you gingerly pulled up your shirt to show a small spiderweb scar on your hip. “Step two, surgery,” you pulled the collar of your shirt down past your shoulder to show them a deep scar on your upper back, not far below your neck. “Step three... radiation exposure.” The amount of radiation you all were exposed to was painful, and most didn't survive. “And step four was being injected with a serum that contained animal DNA and chemicals. No except me survived step four.”

Suddenly, Robin set next to you on the bed and cautiously, but secretly, placed his hand over yours for comfort; something you never expected. It made your heart skip a few beats before you fought to continue.

“Mom died after surgery. The last thing she told me was to keep being her strong little girl,” you bit your lip to keep yourself from crying. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them. “Dad died after radiation. He told my sister and I that he loved us, and he told my sister to protect me before he passed.” Their last words still rang out in your head; you could repeat them if you wanted. “One by one, the survivors dwindled until it was only Arlene and I. The Doctor started step four, and she actually survived the transition, and to be honest, her powers were cool as hell. She could change colors to match her surroundings, like a chameleon,” the moment she came back alive gave you hope, but you lost it just as fast.

“But she was too weak. She couldn't walk straight and she was slow to respond to everything. “One morning, or night, I never knew which, she could barely move by herself.” The metal part of the bed started to dent under your grip. “Arlene told me to survive for her, mom, dad, and everyone else who fell into The Doctor’s clutches. He saw how weak and defenseless she was, so he dragged her out of our cage... and killed her. She never got to see her tattoo. Then it was my turn.”

Robin lightly squeezed your hand, and he was thankful that your body shielded your hands from the team’s view. He felt lucky that his movements didn’t seem suspicious.

“I stopped fighting, I didn't want to fight anymore. I accepted my death before my sister was taken from our cage for the last time. As I went through all the steps, I prayed to the gods to bring my death as soon as possible. At the time, my will to live died with my family. But death never came, and I was turned into this.” You gestured to your body, implying that you never wanted to be Mockingbird. “He almost completely brainwashed me into being his weapon of revenge and I became obedient. I listened to everything he said, but I was still in there, and I hated it.”

Wally cocked his head and asked, “Is that why you also don't listen to orders?” You weren't the only one who disobeyed orders sometimes, they all did at some point.

The team thought you were going to blow up, but you stayed surprisingly calm. “That's a big contributor, but I always had authority issues when it came to adults who weren't my parents. So it kind of just added to it.” You were a little shit as a child, but it didn't get you in trouble. Usually. “The Doctor taught me everything. How to fight, he home schooled me, I read every book he gave me from cover to cover, and I was trained to control my ability. All that in four years.” The hurt from digging up your memories still swirled inside you, but it was more dull.

“Before the plan could be officially set in motion, he kidnapped another girl. She looked around ten, and looked a lot like I did at that age. Instead of being sympathetic, I was enraged. I felt I like was being replaced.”

Your heart started to pound when Robin slowly and awkwardly wordlessly weaved his fingers between yours. What was going on? What was he doing? Instead of hating it and pushing him away, you welcomed it. It made you feel better, and made it easier to speak. It felt natural, almost. Having your hand in his.

There was a short silence after, like a cliffhanger. “So I built a bomb,” You abruptly started up again, louder this time. It sounded almost comical, like a teen coming home to tell their mom they did something bad, without caring.

“You what!?” Artemis spluttered. “You made a bomb!?” As she exclaimed her questions, Wally snickered and Megan smiled at the short comedic break. You needed it.

“Like I said, he gave me books and I read them. They had some very useful information he clearly didn't know was there, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten the books.” You shrugged slightly. “That night, I placed the bomb accordingly and I used my powers to blend in and sneak out. It was the first time I had been outside since my family was snatched off the street. It was dark, the stars were out, and it was snowing lightly again. As if I never left.” You remembered how nice the cool snowflakes felt on your unhealthily pale skin. The cold wind blew through your hair, and you were finally free. “I sprinted away until I could barely see it, and I used the detonator. The bomb definitely worked; I completely decimated the warehouse.”

There were comments on how you made the bomb; maybe you could deactivate/take them apart. You never had to, so you said it would take some practice before you actually tried it.

“After the first year of being gone, the search for my family, and everyone else, was called off. They had video evidence that we were taken, but it lead to nowhere. No license plate on the vehicle, and no good view of his face.”

Not even the best of detectives could solve the case. Nowadays, there were better and rarely corrupted detectives in the police force, and heroes who might as well be detectives. Shoutout to you and Batman.

“Black Canary was good friends with my mom. When I popped up on her doorstep after four years, she tried hitting me at first because she thought I was a shape-shifting alien. When I proved it was me, she almost had a breakdown. She was so happy to see me, and when she hugged me, I started to freak out. I forgot what loving embraces and affection felt like, and I thought she was going to hurt me.” You then chuckled.

“I started to kick her ass until she restrained me and kept me in a hug. I remember her saying, ‘I’m going to hug you whether you like it or not!’.” The memory brought a little laughter. “And I did like it, after around five minutes. Oh God, then Green Arrow walked in,” you all but snorted, and the others laughed. But not Robin. Robin was completely silent. A smile barely appeared on his face before drifting away.

“Who is this?” Oliver asked. “Did you adopt a child while I was gone? Couples usually make that decision together, but since we usually throw away the receipts, I guess we can keep her.” Your head turned almost 180 degrees in a flash, and you broke out of Dinah’s arms and dove at Oliver.

He barely dodged your attack, and he was startled at how fast you could move, and how well you could fight. Furniture got knocked over and some things got broken, but you were no match for the both of them; you still needed a lot of training.

As Oliver and Dinah pinned you to the ground, he asked again. “Seriously, who the hell is this kid?” He was joking about Dinah adopting you, but he was both intrigued and impressed by you.

“(Y/n) (L/n). Katherine (L/n)’s youngest daughter.” Dinah’s voice cracked. She couldn't believe that you were alive. But you were also alone, so she didn't even attempt to hope that the rest of your family was alive.

Oliver’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought they were pronounced dead a few years ago.”

You went limp under them, and you started to cry at the mention of your mother’s name. You had no one left. Although you were ecstatic to be free, almost everything terrified you. It was pure hell to find out where Dinah lived, let alone actually get to it.

“Just stay my strong little girl, (Y/n).” You said in your mother’s weak and dying voice. That threw Oliver and Dinah way off.

“(Y/n), did you just-”

“Arlene, (Y/n), I love you girls so much. I’m so proud of you. Protect your sister, Arlene. Keep her safe until you can't anymore.” You used your father’s voice this time. His was cracked and raspy in his final days.

Were you metahuman? Did you always have this ability? Questions like that ran through their minds.

“You have to survive, (Y/n). Survive for me, for mom, for dad, and all those other people. Don't forget us. I love you.” Arlene’s muddled and broken voice came last. And a sudden loud, stomach-churning crack came from your mouth, and the sound of a body falling to the floor followed. You were reliving and replaying the loss of your family with alarming accuracy.

Dinah cried a little, too. Katherine was dead, Jack was dead, and so was fifteen-year-old Arlene. She didn't know you or your sister too well, but enough to be attached.

That night, Oliver and Dinah brought you in. And from then on, Black Canary took you under her wing as Mockingbird, and she helped you get better.

You didn't tell them about what you said, or what came after they tackled you to the ground. You just left it at that. “And now... I’m here.” Your voice was quiet and meek again. The story of your past was finished. The End. You didn't feel as shitty as you thought you would, but you were still a little traumatized. You slowly started to bury the memories again, no matter how much of a struggle it was.

When Kaldur stepped in your direction, Robin pulled away from you and let go of your hand as if you burned him. Like you were toxic. He grunted as he got off the bed and moved over to where Wally was, placing a hand on his ribs with a wince. He let the dull ache go away before moving again.

Some questions were made, and most were answered. You refused to describe and share gory details, but they didn't ask. Surprisingly, there were hugs, and then some jokes and laughter. You eventually veered the subject away from your past, and you once again apologized for jeopardizing their safety. And you were forgiven. Mostly, anyway.

But Robin hung back. He didn't smile, he didn't laugh, he didn't breathe a word. He stood as far away from you as he could without seeming suspicious, and it hurt a bit. ‘Does he hate me again?’

Did his opinion on you change? Did he think you were just being too dramatic and attention-seeking? Was he always going to avoid you now? You didn’t know. You wanted to, but you didn’t dare ask. Not in front of everyone else.

“I made fake files about me for school, as Black Canary’s niece. Otherwise, I’m still legally deceased.”

“Cool!”

Robin still didn’t speak to you, even when you were moved to your room. That was where you were harshly scolded by Batman, mildly by Black Canary, and you were banned from going on missions until further notice or until you proved yourself to be capable of following orders, but all seven of you were going to be out of commission for a few days anyway.

Wonder Woman took the time to talk with you about the mission, and about what you did wrong. She wasn’t being condescending or critical, but it more of a discussion about what you could do differently, and trying to find the silver lining. That part wasn’t easy, but still. You definitely got along with her, but you didn’t see her as often as you wish you could.

Superman showed up for a brief moment, but you weren’t happy about it. You didn’t like him for a multitude of reasons. He was regularly a jerk to Conner. Sure, you didn’t get along with Superboy on rare occasions, but he didn’t deserve to be treated like crap. In your eyes, Superman was egotistical and often put his emotions before his duty. He was too out-of-check from your point of view. However, it gave you some comfort when you discovered he wasn’t Batman’s favorite person, either. That made you smirk every time you thought of it.

Now only Black Canary was in your room with a tall glass of water for you. She sat on your bed and talked to you for several minutes straight, but you didn’t respond. You were very passive and it seemed like you were just ignoring her, but your eyes were glossy and your face was blank. You once again went into an unresponsive trance.

Dinah worriedly called out your name. “(Y/n)?” She put a gentle hand on your leg and shook it a little. “(Y/n)!”

After half a minute, you slowly blinked and turned to look at her. “Hmm?” Dinah was staring at you, and it was obvious that she had been talking to you. “Sorry, I was thinking. What were you saying?”

She huffed. “I hate when you do that, it’s very unsettling.” She only saw you go into such a daze a couple times before, and still startled her. Artemis got used to it after the fifth or sixth time. “Are you sure you didn’t get a head injury?”

“Trust me, I am concussion free. I’ve never had one, believe it or not.” You chirped, and you reached over to knock on your wooden bedside table. You didn’t want to jinx it. “What were saying?” You asked again.

“I-” Dinah started, but she got up and closed the door before speaking again. This was a private conversation. “I was apologizing. For everything.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you cocked your head. She already apologized for not listening to you when you claimed Cassius Henze was still alive; what else was she talking about?

“When your team was formed, I brought you here. Instead of taking you back to our home, where I raised you as my protege, I left you here. I said that you needed to learn how to work with others because you and Roy were successfully completing missions but in unnecessary and inconvenient ways.”

“I’ll admit, that’s very true and it was fun as fu-” Her sharp glare stopped you from swearing. “And I needed to get some friends my age, since all of my friends were adults and Roy,” you agreed. Aside from Roy, the Justice League members were the closest to being considered friends. “So you had your reasons.” Her reasons were perfectly valid unlike Robin’s and you understood, but it still hurt at the time.

Dinah handed you the glass of water, and you took a big gulp. “And then I only came here to train you all, not to see you. We patrolled Star City, but I only treated you like a sidekick, instead of like a,” She cleared her throat and paused, looking away. “Instead of like a daughter.”

Dinah and Oliver never officially adopted you, and it was a subject you skirted around. You did kind of see Dinah as a mother, and Oliver as somewhat of a father. But you definitely never called them “Mom” or “Dad”. You weren’t ready for that, and you didn’t think they were either.

You stared into your cup, looking at your slight reflection in the water. You still didn’t have your mask on, and you were starting to want it back. “I forgive you, and it’s in the past. We can learn from our mistakes, and know what to not do in the future.”

Dinah nodded, and you sat in a comfortable silence until she asked, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

Your head perked up. “Yes, actually,” You looked down at your over-sized white button-up shirt you were given to make treatment easier. “I need a different button-up. I can see my tattoo through this.”

Her gaze shot down to your rib cage, and sure enough, she could faintly see your very colorful tattoo through the thin material. “Wow, that is one of the brightest tattoos I’ve ever seen,” She found it extraordinary. “Can I see it?”

You smirked and your eyes lit up with a joke. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours~” You didn’t have any time to say you were kidding before she whacked your leg with an audible slap.

“Do not ever say that again, young lady.” She scolded you and she walked over your closet. “Understand?”

“Yes, Miss Lance.” You snarked. “It’s funny that you reacted more to that than the time I dropped the f-bomb during a Justice League meeting, when I was tagging along.”

Dinah chuckled as she shuffled through your closet. “I remember that. You insisted on going because it was ‘bring your kid to work’ day.” She emerged with a big navy blue button up. “You could have met Robin, but Batman flat-out refused to bring him. I guess he had hunch that you two would clash.”

You shrugged at the mention of him, and your face turned a light pink. Robin held your hand, without warning. He used to do anything to not touch you, but then he did it willingly. And for him supposedly not liking you, it sure was an intimate gesture. And you enjoyed it.

Black Canary reached to unbutton your shirt, but she noticed your expression and gasped. “Are you blushing?!”

“No!” You denied it, but it was feeble.

She had a big grin on her face. “You definitely are!” She gasped a second time. “Oh God, do you have a crush on Robin?!” Dinah became a mother who was proud that her child was romantically interested in someone for once. “My beautiful bird has a crush on Batman’s bird!”

“Quiet down! Someone will hear you!” You hissed and you started unbuttoning the shirt. You didn’t care that she saw you in your bra; she was unofficially your parental guardian and another female.

Her face fell a little when she saw the giant, horrid bruise that was right in the middle of your chest; almost in the shape of a footprint. Some of the bruise touched the edge of your breasts, much to your discontent. The entire bruise looked very painful, and it hurt just looking at it.

Dinah helped you into your shirt cautiously, and she examined your tattoo. You jumped a little when her cold finger touched it. “That’s amazing. You must interact with your soulmate every day, several hours a day.” She pondered. Then she looked up with a smirk. “You know, the bird is starting to look like,” she paused for a dramatic effect. “A robin.”

“You’re kidding! You have to be joking!” You said frantically and you looked down at your tattoo, but your groaned when your bruised torso protested the sudden movement. “Alright then, you are not joking.”

Black Canary planned on joining the betting pool on who Robin’s soulmate was going to be; over half the Justice League thought it certainly wasn’t going to be you. Dinah thought differently.

Black Canary bid you goodnight after more conversation. And nonstop teasing, of course. She was not always the serious and stone-faced woman everyone thought she was. She had her moments when all seriousness melted away, and fun, affection, and playfulness took its place.

When you insisted that you didn’t need anything else, she opened the door and left. Neither of you noticed Robin slipping in before the door closed completely.

You looked up at the ceiling with a hand over your covered soulmate tattoo. Her claims that you had a crush on Robin rang through your head, and you questioned yourself. ‘Do I?’

Robin stood against the wall, waiting for you to notice him. The whole team was staying in Mount Justice that night, to take time to heal. Like an overnight stay at a hospital, but better. He technically wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, but he ignored that rule and the dull ache in his body.

You reached over to turn off your bedside lamp, but you saw Robin silently leaning on the wall. His face, completely emotionless like he was in the med bay. It scared the hell out of you; when did he get in your room!?

“How the hell did you get in here!?” You exclaimed and it was enough to hurt your chest again. “When!?” You weren’t unhappy to see him. Just intensely surprised.

“When Black Canary left.” He nodded to the door and he walked over to you. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice; if I was an enemy, I could have killed you by now.” He plopped down on the bed, making sure to not sit on your legs.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back onto your pile of pillows. “Well for your information,” you lightly nudged him with your foot. “It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.” In your opinion, it was the best reference and best joke you ever made. And you were exceedingly disappointed that he didn’t laugh, or even crack a smile.

His face was still cold and hard. You sat and looked at each other without speaking. While you were trying to find out why he was acting so out of character, Robin was going through all the different things that could have happened on the mission.

Specifically things that could have happened to you. When you went after The Doctor, Robin thought there was a slim chance of the team defeating all the zombified victims. In the moment, he was upset with you. But when you crashed through the ceiling with the moonlight shining down upon you, when you shielded him from The Doctor, and when you were cut with the scalpel and violently kicked out the window, he was terrified that you were going to die.

Robin realized how much you meant to him, and he was trying do stop being so attached to you. But he was failing miserably. Here he was, trying to be cold and hateful towards you once again, but all he wanted to do was stay by your side for the night, his cracked rib be damned.

But when Robin heard your backstory? It was like he was torn apart. All of the things you went through was like a wooden stake to his heart. You previously told him some of it, but he wasn’t prepared for the rest. Not at all. No one had any idea that it was that bad.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you just going to sit there?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow at him. His strange behavior was getting hard to decipher and it was very difficult.

The words Robin wanted to say weren’t coming together properly, so he looked away with a grunt. He wanted to scold you for putting yourself (and the team) in danger, and he also wanted to comfort you about your past. But he didn’t know how to say it.

“Robin,” you voice was firm, almost annoyed. “What is your deal? You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet, you haven’t smiled, hell, you’ve barely said a word since we got back!” You couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, so there was no telling what he was feeling from your position. “If it’s about not listening to Kaldur’s orders, I’m sorry. How many times do you want me to apologize?”

“You almost died.” Robin mumbled. It was too quiet, so you asked him to speak up. “You could have been killed!” He said loudly. “You stepped in front of me when The Doctor was going to cut me up; that could have been you getting sliced open. I thought you were going to die when you were thrown through the window, shattering it,” he started to ramble. “And when we heard you scream? I thought he did kill you!”

“And he didn’t. I wasn’t going to let him kill you; his personal quarrel was with me, not any of you guys.” You were touched that he cared, but you didn’t think it was that much of a big deal. “I was doing my job, what we’re all trained to do.”

“You’re not getting what I’m saying!” Robin stood from your bed and started pacing. “You’re just as important as we are, and you were being careless about your own life!” He pulled at his hair with frustration. “And just... Everything you told us, about what he did to you and your family... You were so young, you barely go to live a normal life.” He was furious at The Doctor. Robin finally understood why you said he was such a wicked, twisted man.

“It’s not something any of us can change,” You said. His outburst was unexpected. “It’s called a past for a reason. There isn’t much of a silver lining, but it made me the person I am today.”

Robin was so not whelmed, he could barely talk. He itched to hug you, to embrace you, but he didn’t want to hurt you, and damn it, he didn’t want to be attached! Being Batman’s protege would have made an ordinary kid emotionally stunted, but Robin was far from ordinary. His emotions raged inside him, constantly contradicting each other and fighting all the time.

Kind of like you and Robin.

“What I want to know is why you held my hand, and why you pushed me away afterwards.” The feeling of him holding your hand was stuck in your noggin. “And instead of feeding me a lie, I’d like the truth. Please and thank you.”

Now that was a question Robin would murder pay to not answer. He knew why he did it, he knew why he pushed you away, and he knew damn well what he felt for you.

“If it makes you feel any better, I liked it.” You said awkwardly and you scratched the back of your neck. “But you seem to regret it.”

He didn’t mean what he said, and he didn’t mean to sound so cold. “That’s because I do.” Seeing the emotional hurt in your eyes was like a punch to the gut. Their usual sparkle in them died, and was replaced with sorrow.

Robin’s statement was like a slap across the face. Your stomach dropped, and the pain that came from your injuries was nothing compared to what you felt now. You didn’t know that three words and a contraction would cause your heart to crack.

Another reason to not want a soulmate or a relationship: heartbreak and biting words.

Robin briskly walked to the door before you could tell him to get out, like you planned to. You didn’t know if what you were feeling was anger, sadness, deceived; maybe all three? But you said something anyway. “I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” you then added under your breath, “Jerk.”

He poked his head back into your room for a quick moment. “I don’t think any of us will be at school, but you’re not going anywhere with a fractured sternum.”

You almost choked on air. “What do you mean I have a fractured sternum!?” You yelled after him, but he closed the door.

A/n: This is so long and sloppy and I’m so sorry, but please tell me what you think!

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followthatfreckle · 5 years ago

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Shalom

That means hello in Hebrew. Really have to start learning the basics. Whenever I say it though, I always want to follow it in the home. I think it was a program on TLC or something. I never even watched it. Not sure why it’s stuck in my brain. Anyway...

We had a nice, leisurely wake up this morning. If you have ever done a tour like this, you’re usually up at some ungodly hour, but not today. Easing us in, I believe. Breakfast was in the hotel and was buffet style. My favorite thing they do in these hotels is make omelets to order. I’ll have one every morning if possible. Train my body to eat breakfast and then come home, pretend to carry on the tradition for 5 days and then forget breakfast is a meal.

Off topic. Last night while we were eating dinner a big group of 9 foot guys ate at the table behind us. We figured a basketball team (sorry we are judge-y) and left it at that. This morning, a couple of them come to eat and a random guy has one take a selfie with him. Ok, now I’m sure you’re someone famous. One thing you may not know about me - I’m obsessed with that I like to call non celebrity celebrities. Not famous to the rest of the world, but somewhat better than others. Dealin’ Doug is a good example. Kyle clark also. I’ve seen them both at the airport and I lose my mind.

So we ask a guy that works there what the scoop is. Turns out they are the Eilat basketball team and they have a game tonight in Tel Aviv. They are in 11th place so they aren’t good. I still can girl’d though. Other Megan ended up talking to one of the coaches and he said he could get us tickets to go to the game. It didn’t end up working out but it was fun to think about.

We boarded the bus and off we went on a driving tour of Tel Aviv. We saw some bauhaus architecture, which is what they are known for. Bauhaus is depicted in smooth lines and the buildings you see around all have rounded edges. Many of them are on Rothschild street, one of the main roads here in town. Most of the homes and businesses erected in the 1930s follow this style!

We got out and walked around for a bit at the site where Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated in 1995. He was the prime minister of Israel, and he was killed at the end of a peace rally by a Jewish extremist. He seemed to be quite the big deal.

After our quick stop at the square, we headed to Jaffa, a city that for many years was a huge port for Israel. It still is a port today, but now it’s just a small fishing port instead.

The first major stop in the city was at St Peter’s church. We stood in the courtyard here and started to scratch the surface of why Israel is so important. Our guide, who we call Nas, short for Nassar, taught us about the many groups who have conquered Israel for hundreds of years. It started with the byzantines, who were conquered by the Persians (Iraq), then the crusaders, and on and on and on. No wonder there is always conflict here. Israel has been conquered by 52 nations. 52.

It’s a lot to process. Tons of info and dates, but I’ll admit I was a little naive coming here. There isa TON to learn, I’m sure, so I’ll just keep paying attention.

We went up to the wishing bridge next. This bridge is broken up into zodiac signs. You are to find your sign, hold it and make a wish while facing the sea. Out of 22 of us there is only one other Taurus! Good thing for the group, I think :)

We spent a little time walking through the narrow paths of Old Jaffa. It reminded me a lot of the old parts of Spain (Seville) and other old European towns. There was a short coffee break down by the docks and some of us went walking around and exploring. It’s right on the Mediterranean and the weather was actually really nice. Much warmer than what we were expecting.

After we finished the Tour, Nas and our driver took us back to the hotel for a quick refresh and then we walked back down to the Carmel market. Once you’ve seen it, you can’t walk as slowly through it, but I tried to stay with the group. We did have lunch in the market. I had a pita filled with beef and some sauces and stuff. I think there was a little hummus in there - not my fave, but the sandwich as a whole was so good it didn’t matter.

When I was walking by one of the stalls a guy came up to me talking and pinched my cheek. He said something about how he loved me and I said thank you and kept walking, he yelled after so I went back and his friend translated for me. Luckily Janette and Carolyn had walked up right behind so I had backup. He thought I was Russian. That’s the first time anyone has confused me with a Russian!

Before we left for this trip I had found a street art tour that I thought would be fun. Carolyn found the neighborhood online so we decided to trek there and do it ourselves. It’s interesting to see the city in a non tourist area. We definitely looked lost, even though we were purposefully lost. We saw quite a bit of neat street art. I got hooked on the idea of finding it while I was in Berlin years ago. Most recently we found a bunch in Barcelona as well!

It was starting to get dark and we somehow decided we wanted to go back to Jaffa since we were so close. I’m glad we did. We got to see so much more of the city, and even better there was no one there. It was perfectly lit up and the views of Tel Aviv were amazing. We had happy hour on the patio of one bar and then we stopped at a restaurant right on the water. Here we tried the Israeli version of ouzo. They brought us handfuls of fresh mint and lemonade to mix it ourselves.

On our way back to the hotel Syd spotted a hookah bar, so her, Megan and I went in and hung out for a bit. I have never really smoked hookah but it was fun to see how the locals relax and have fun.

We walked back to the hotel around 10:30 at night and never once have we felt unsafe. That seems to be one of the common questions I’m getting asked from home. So, just to let everyone know, the people here are very nice and not one person (to my knowledge) has tried to kidnap me.

Chalk up another 8+ mile day! It’s time for bed!

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possiblyimbiassed · 8 years ago

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Everything in S4 has happened before - did you make a list?

The wheel turns and there’s really nothing new under the sun… It struck me that just about everything we see in Series 4 of BBC Sherlock, seems to have happened before, in one form or another. Which I believe is strong evidence for EMP theory (or at least something similar). I’m sure several people have already commented on this, but I’ll try to write down a whole list of what I’ve found this far – feel free to add to it!

Events in The Six Thatchers

1. Sherlock (in a Secret Service meeting about how to cover up him shooting Magnussen): “I am taking it seriously; what makes you think I’m not taking it seriously?”

Earlier event: In TEH, the Gothic fan in Anderson’s Holmes fan club, theorizing that Sherlock and Moriarty are attracted to each other: “I do take it seriously. I don’t think we should wear hats.”

2. Sherlock is brought back to London to figure out how Moriarty can be transmitting his “Miss me?” message on every screen in the country. Sherlock’s plan is to sit and wait for Jim’s “spider web” to quiver, rather than trying to find Moriarty himself.

Earlier event: In TEH Sherlock was brought back to London to foil a terrorist attack on the city. At first, he was just waiting for one of his markers (“rats”) to make a move.

3. In one case, Sherlock is in 221B, holding a plastic bag with ice and a human thumb in it.

Earlier event: In ASiB Mrs Hudson discovers a plastic bag in the fridge of 221B, containing human thumbs.

4. In “The Circus Torso” Sherlock mentions tattoos on dead bodies.

Earlier event: In TBB (where a Chinese circus is involved) there are bodies with Black Lotus tattoos on their heels.

5. In “The Duplicate Man” we get the following quote: “How could Dennis Parkinson be at two places at the same time? And murdered in one of them?” Before John manages to say anything, Sherlock tells him: “It’s never twins, John.”

Earlier event: In TAB (Victorian times inside Sherlock’s mind) we have Watson saying about Emilia Ricoletti: “But she can’t have been in two places at the same time, can she?” Watson asks why it couldn’t have been twins, and Holmes answers “Because it’s never twins.”

6. And also (reality check!) there’s John hammering down all their cases into his blog as usual, with titles and all. Quite some time must indeed be passing when John is frequently transmitting blog posts, because in between them he even becomes a father! Lestrade refers twice to John going to publish his blog about the Six Thatcher case, thereby making him, Greg, look incompetent and undeserving of the credits.

Except there are two great big flaws in this: a) John is only seen writing on a picture file (.jpg), not a real blog prompt and b) There are no new blog entries on the official www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk since John’s wedding in TSoT. Not one. The last one from that time is written by Sherlock himself, complaining about John’s and ‘Mary’s’ “sex holiday”. John’s last blog post was from the Mayfly Man case at the time of his stag night, shortly before the wedding.

7. Charlie Welsborough’s car blows up with his dead body inside.

Earlier event: In TGG a hostage was covered in explosives and placed in a car, waiting for it to blow up.

8. Sherlock is ‘deducing’ a client’s case, telling him that his wife is a secret spy who will drug the US president with an injection in the neck.

Earlier event: In TEH John was drugged with an injection in his neck.

9. Sherlock is solving a case about a client who has a heart failure causing him amnesia.

Earlier event: In HLV Sherlock’s heart stops temporarily. Judging by TLD, something weird has happened with Sherlock’s memory in S4.

10. Six busts of Margaret Thatcher are being smashed to pieces, which is the focus case of this episode.

Earlier events: The whole case is described long before on John’s blog with the same title, with smashed Thatcher figures and with basically very similar events. Maggie Thatcher was also a password to secret info in THoB.

11. Craig the Hacker talks about “Ostalgia” and “Cold War memorabilia”; how some people in Germany long for the old communist era.

Earlier event: In TEH, when Sherlock was tortured in Serbia, we saw uniforms that looked a lot more like Red Army uniforms from the past, than modern Serbian military uniforms:

12. ‘Mary’ calls Sherlock a ‘Dragon Slayer’ when he meets her in his secret bolt hole.

Earlier events: In TRF Moriarty talked on a video screen about Sherlock as a knight slaying dragons. In HLV Mycroft claimed that Sherlock sees himself as a Dragon Slayer.

13. ‘Mary’ is revealed as one of four freelancing assassins in A.G.R.A. who had been hired for an operation in Tbilisi, Georgia.

Earlier event: In TRF, according to Mycroft, Moriarty had assigned “four top international assassins” relocated to within “spitting distance” of 221B.

14. ‘Mary’ uses a poisoned letter to drug Sherlock; he gets affected when he inhales the vapor from the paper. Then he sees a childhood memory when he was playing pirates with his dog.

Earlier event: In THoB the murderer uses an aerosol perceived as fog to drug his victims with a substance that works fear-inducing and produce hallucinations when they inhale it:

15. Sherlock goes on an international tour to chase after ‘Mary’.

Earlier event: In MHR Sherlock goes on an international tour to several countries to chase after Moriarty’s remaining criminal network, after faking his own death in TRF.

16. ’Mary’ dies from a bullet wound in the abdomen, with John at her side.

Earlier event: In HLV Sherlock was very close to dying from a bullet wound in the abdomen, with John at his side.

17. By smashing a Thatcher bust Sherlock gets hold of a memory stick with the acronym A.G.R.A. on it, which contains secret information.

Earlier events: in TGG Sherlock finds the lost memory stick with the top secret Bruce Partington Plans. In John’s blog case ‘The Six Thatchers’, a knife with Beppo’s initials on it was found inside one of the Thatcher figures.

18. There’s a scene with a swimming pool where Sherlock and the assassin Ajay are fighting over a memory stick.

Earlier event: in TGG there was a scene with the swimming pool (where Carl Powers had been murdered) and Sherlock, Moriarty and John were fighting over a memory stick.

19. There are several scenes from the London Aquarium where sharks swim around in bluish water.

Earlier event: In HLV Sherlock described Charles Augustus Magnussen as a ‘shark’ with a ‘dead eyes stare’, and he was referencing to the London Aquarium.

20. There are shattering glass transitions between scenes in TST.

Earlier events: John described in his blog post The Six Thatchers how he heard glass shatter when Beppo broke in. Glass shattering (a mirror) was also used to reveal a ghost trick in Sherlock’s Mind Palace in TAB:

21. John refuses to see Sherlock for quite a while, after blaming him for ‘Mary’s’ death, which hurts Sherlock badly.

Earlier event: In TEH John refused to see Sherlock for some time in TEH, after Sherlock came back and told John thad he had faked his suicide. Sherlock seemed very sad about this.

Events in The Lying Detective

22. John visits a therapist for his problems with grief and depression. (And a depressed Sherlock suddenly visits John’s old therapist Ella in TST for his problems with John).

Earlier events: Already in ASiP John went to his therapist Ella for depression, and then he visited her again for his problems with grief over Sherlock in TRF.

23. Sherlock is waving a gun quite carelessly, shoots the wall in 221B and seems to be in a lot of distress.

Earlier events: In TGG Sherlock shot the wall in 221B and later carelessly scratched his head with a gun in the pool scene, where John had just shown willing to sacrifice his life for Sherlock:

24. In 221B Sherlock manages to catch the cup of tea that Mrs Hudson has made for him but drops from shock, before it hits the floor.

Earlier event: In TBB Sherlock managed to catch the teapot that Soo Lin Yao was tending to in the museum but dropped from shock when Sherlock entered, before it hit the floor.

25. Sherlock is walking the streets of London at night together with Faith, who likes him and thinks he’s “nicer”. By walking with her, he hopes to prevent her from committing suicide, since Sherlock has deduced that she is alone and is carrying a gun in her handbag. Faith is also walking with a cane, which reminds Sherlock of John.

Earlier event: In ASiP Sherlock was running through the streets (and rooftops) of London at night together with John, who seemed to like him and admire him. By running together, trying to solve an exciting crime case, John’s psychosomatic limp was cured and he no longer needed his cane after that. (And John, who was depressed, was probably also prevented from committing suicide).

26. Sherlock predicts the future repeatedly; for some odd reason he knows two weeks in advance that John will get a new therapist and that John will want Molly to examine Sherlock, and he knows exactly where and when it all will happen, in spite of being kidnapped and brought there in handcuffs in the boot of Mrs Hudson’s sports car.

Earlier event: In ASiP Sherlock tried to convince John that he could predict the fortune cookies in chinese restaurants, but John didn’t buy it.

27. John disarms, assaults and beats the sh*t out of Sherlock when Sherlock is high, frightened and starts waving a scalpel. (It’s a completely horrible, abusive scene, where John is uncontrollably violent, but the event is treated like it was Sherlock’s own fault, as if he somehow deserved the beating. Which is truly disturbing).

Earlier events: In TEH John punched Sherlock in the face three times after Sherlock revealed that he had faked his death and tried to joke about it. In HLV John disarmed and sprained a ‘junkie’ (Bill Wiggins) who was waving a knife, using far more violence than the situation craved.

28. In the hospital, Culverton Smith tries to strangle Sherlock, but John comes to his rescue and fights down Culverton.

Earlier event: In TGG The Golem tried to strangle Sherlock at the planetarium, but John came to his rescue and bravely tried to fight down the much bigger Golem.

29. John seems furiously jealous when Sherlock receives a text message from Irene Adler, who is using a provocative personalized ring tone.

Earlier event: John seemed very jealous already in ASiB when Irene Adler was texting Sherlock, using the same provocative ringtone. He even kept track of the number of messages Sherlock received.

30. Sherlock puts on the deerstalker before leaving 221B because he thinks that’s what people expect from him.

Earlier event: In TEH Sherlock put on the deerstalker before leaving 221B to talk to the press, because he thought that’s what people expected him to do:

Events in The Final Problem

31. A little girl is on board an airplane full of unconscious people, and she cannot make her Mom wake up.

Earlier event: In ASIB a little girl (the same actor as in TFP!) and her sister claimed that they weren’t allowed to see their Granddad when he was dead. And then Sherlock was confronted with Mycroft’s plan to fool the terrorists: an airplane full of dead people (among them is the girl’s Granddad).

32. Sherlock’s flat at 221B Baker Street is blown up by an exploding drone (yet surprisingly intact at the end of the episode).

Earlier event: In TGG Sherlock’s flat was damaged by an explosion in the opposite house (the apartments at the centre of the explosion seemed totally destroyed). The whole thing was set up by Moriarty.

33. By using disguises and deception, Sherlock, John and Mycroft enter Sherrinford; a highly secured governmental establishment.

Earlier event: In THoB Sherlock and John, aided by Mycroft’s key card and claiming to be supervising officers, enter Baskerville; a highly secured military establishment:

34. Euros, and later Sherlock, john and Mycroft, are kept in an isolated cell at Sherrinford.

Earlier events: in THoB James Moriarty is kept in an isolated cell and interrogated (tortured, as it seems). In HLV, he shows up in a padded cell and a straight jacket in Sherlock’s Mind Palace after Sherlock has been shot.

35. Euros uses Sherlock, John and Mycroft, without their consent, for her frightening psychosocial experiments.

Earlier event: In THoB Sherlock uses John – without his consent - for a frightening experiment on a hallucinogenic drug.

36. First experiment: Euros forces Sherlock to ask John to shoot the Governor of Serrinford, in order to save the Governor’s wife. John at first seems ready to do it, but he can’t manage it in the end. And it was all useless anyway: the Governor killed himself and his wife was shot anyway.

Earlier event: In ASiP Sherlock (unknowingly) made John shoot the serial murderer Jeff Hope, in order to save Sherlock from committing suicide with poison, in his gambling with the murderer just to prove himself clever. The whole thing could have been stopped if Sherlock just had handed Hope over to the police.

37. Second experiment: When Sherlock focuses on solving the crime of the three Garridebs and points out which of them is the guilty part, in order to save the two innocent Garridebs, Euros ends up killing them all anyway.

Earlier event: In TGG, when Sherlock wasted time, concentrating on solving the case of Connie Prince’s poisoning and get one step ahead of the murderer, rather than thinking of the victim’s prolonged suffering (he thought he’d help the old blind lady best in this way), the hostage and a bunch of other innocent people got killed by Moriarty anyway.

38. Third experiment: Euros forces Sherlock to make Molly reveal her love for him, which hurts her deeply, making Sherlock feel horrible afterwards. And it was all for nothing, since Euros later revealed that Molly’s life wasn’t in danger.

Earlier event: In ASiB Sherlock deduced out loud Molly’s attempt to dress up for a love interest and mocked her in a cruel way. When he realized that her love interest was he, Sherlock, he felt guilty and apologized:

39. Fourth experiment: Euros tries to force Sherlock to shoot either his best friend (love of his life) or his brother. Moriarty reveals that “Holmes killing Holmes” is indeed his end goal. But instead Sherlock chooses to kill himself, which makes Euros abort the experiment.

Earlier event: In TRF Moriarty tried to force Sherlock to jump from Bart’s hospital’s rooftop and kill himself. Instead, with the help of his homeless network and Molly, Sherlock faked his death. Which later had disastrous consequences on John.

40. Sherlock is shot with Euros’ tranquilizers and falls backwards into unconsciousness.

Earlier event: In HLV Sherlock was shot with ‘Mary’s bullet and fell backwards into unconsciousness.

41. John is trapped inside a well with a rising water level, but Sherlock manages to break a code from the perpetrator and rescue him. Strangely, already in TLD Sherlock is complaining to John: “I’m at the bottom of a pit and I’m still falling, and I’m never climbing out”.

Earlier event: In TEH John was trapped inside a pile of wood, which was being set on fire, but Sherlock managed to break a code from the perpetrator and rescue him.

So far, I’ve found over 40 events that have similarities in earlier episodes. I’m sure this list could go on and on. These are far too many repetitions of the same, or very similar, events for them to be mere coincidences. (perhaps someone could find out some really unique events of Series 4 and do a statistic significance test on the relative proportions).

Some people have written this off as bad or lazy screenwriting. But I think this could only be true to a certain extent, because otherwise we would have found a similar amount of repetitions in the earlier series. And to me there’s no way – absolutely no possibility – that the authors would repeat a case like The Six Thatchers, which has been thoroughly described on John’s blog several years earlier, with no intention of the fans noticing this. It seems very deliberate to me.

Conclusion – the only one that makes sense to me about Series 4 (and most probably the last half of HLV as well) - is: IT’S FAKE. The whole of Series 4 is happening inside Sherlock’s head; Sherlock is re-hashing a series of memories from his life together with John and combining them in new ways, just like a human brain does when it’s dreaming. Some of these inner experiences seem to produce emotional and/or moral growth in Sherlock. It might be EMP, simulations, delirium, drug-induced hallucinations or whatever. But Series 4 just can’t be real; it happens in Sherlock’s head.

So, basically: Sherlock needs to wake up to a Series 5 and help throw out all the demons that are keeping him and John apart. ;)

#emp theory #johnlock #series 4 is fake #recurring dreams #TJLC #mind palace

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- Watched - Pt.3

(Mammon x GN!MC)

**TW: cussing, stalking, kidnapping, religion,

Note: C/N (coworker name)

“Man, I’m starvin’. What’s takin’ so long anyway?” He grumbled, remembering the whole ‘first name basis’ thing with the delivery driver.

He was laid on his back across your bed scrolling through social media, impatiently waiting for you to return. His stomach started to growl.

“Maybe I should go check? But, MC said to stay here so no one could see me.” He said to himself, a slight pout on his lips.

He heard a small shuffling noise come from the living room, it sounded like a paper bag crinkling.

Ok, ya got the food, now don’t be tryin’ to chit chat MC, I know how ya are. I’m dyin’ in here!

The bedroom was a straight shot down the hall from the door, making it impossible to sneak a quick peek without fully exposing himself.

He could hear you talking back and forth with...Alex. He huffed to himself remembering your chumminess with the take out guy. Something just seemed weird to him about the whole thing.

Somethin’ is fishy about him always havin’ MC’s route or whatever. Does nobody else deliver for that place? I bet he’s got a crush on MC or somethin’.

“I’ll kick his ass.” He said out loud, his own thoughts making him sour.

He listened again, trying to hear what was being said. He couldn’t hear any actual words, but he could hear Alex’s voice. Barely, though.

Wait a minute.. Is he whisperin’? What’s he gotta say to MC that requires whisperin’?! I gotta get outta here.

Mammon was getting himself worked up, assuming this delivery guy was confessing his love to you. He’d nearly convinced himself to march out there and confront the creep. To hell with staying hidden!

Before he could blow his cover, he heard something hit the front door followed by more shuffling movement. He calmed down a bit, thinking the noises he heard were of you getting the food inside and trying to kick the door shut.

He impatiently waited for you to call out, telling him the coast was clear and that he could finally come eat. But, you didn’t.

After a couple minutes passed with no new noise, he grew slightly anxious.

He stood up and started pacing beside the bed, feeling antsy.

C’mon, MC. What’re ya doin’? I’m witherin’ away! Before long I’m gonna shrink up and turn into a Little D or somethin’..

Suddenly, he heard voices again. Well, just the delivery guy’s voice, still a hushed tone. He groaned to himself.

“If he don’t hurry up and go away, I’m gonna eat him instead.” He grumbled quietly to himself.

Something didn’t feel right though. Why was Alex’s voice the only one he heard? It had been at least five minutes since he heard you say something. It’s not like he just missed what you said because you were too quiet for him to hear, or you just chose not to contribute to the guy’s conversation.

You always talk, to basically anyone you come in contact with, never really knowing a stranger. He’s pretty sure you haven’t gone five minutes without talking since he met you. That’s why it seemed so weird to him.

That alone wasn’t really enough to expose himself though, was it?

To say you’ve been through a lot lately is an understatement. You’re sleep deprived and your nerves are shot. With everything that’s been going on, it would be more weird if you didn’t act a little different. He didn’t blame you for not being your usual self.

He still couldn’t shake this feeling though.

A sudden, loud noise outside got his attention.

Was that a car door?

He moved quickly, putting his back against the wall, scooting over to the doorway.

“MC? Is he gone?” He whispered.

No answer.

Screw it.

Very slowly, he peeked his head around the corner, careful not to be seen.

“MC?” He whispered again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Somethin’ is definitely wrong..

He fully emerged in the doorway, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. As he quickly made his way up the hall, he noticed the door standing wide open. He could see that an older model car was parked in front of the house and you were no where in sight.

Hand still on the door knob, he turned around to call out into the house, “MC, where ya at? Ya know ya left the door-”

Before he could finish, the car outside suddenly accelerated, kicking up dirt and rocks as they sped off.

What the..?

“Guess he didn’t like his tip..?” He whispered to himself.

He shut the door and turned around slowly, only taking a couple steps before he came to a stop. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had.

“Oi, MC! D-don’t ya know you’re supposed to answer when THE Great Mammon calls for ya?” He waited, but the house was still. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.

He walked further into the house, quickly looking around the kitchen before heading back down the hall.

Why ain’t they answerin’.. c-could it..? Nah..

“This ain’t funny ya know..” He called through the house, hoping that you’d somehow slipped past him.

Again, he was met with bone chilling silence.

Slowly, he started piecing all the little weird things that didn’t make sense together like a puzzle. The silent house and wide open door, abandoned food, the car speeding away..

The same delivery guy somehow always having this route...

His heart sank.

No, no, no, no!

He ran from room to room in a panic, desperately calling out to you, begging you to answer him.

This ain’t happenin’.. They gotta be hidin’ or something. Yeah, that’s it!

“MC! Where are ya? Talk to me, please!” He screamed, voice breaking around the hard lump forming in his throat, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

No, it can’t be.. It can’t be..

With trembling hands, he dug his phone from his pocket, quickly dialing your number.

“C’mon, pick up. Please, please pick up.” He pleaded as he paced the floor.

His stomach dropped when he heard it ringing within the house, quickly following the sound until he found it on the coffee table where you had left it earlier. He stood there unmoving, staring at his picture and contact name with hearts on the screen, tears streaking down his face.

The weight of it all came crashing down like a tsunami, forcing him to his knees. With his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably.

I shoulda listened to my gut when I thought somethin’ was wrong! Why did I wait so long to look for ‘em?! He took MC, he took MC! Dammit!

How did he let this happen? He was right here, right here, and he didn’t sense the danger. He couldn't protect you again, letting you fall right into the hands of the psycho creep who had been relentlessly harassing you, who was planning to do who knows what.

He had to do something. Anything.

Get the hell up! Ya gotta go find MC NOW! There’s no tellin’ what this creep is gonna try.

He stood up and wiped his face, trying to compose himself as he switched into demon form.

“I can still catch ‘em!” He made a beeline for the door, stopping abruptly as he reached the thresh hold.

“Wait, it’s the middle of the day and this ain’t the Devildom. A demon flyin’ around on a man hunt would be real bad.” He thought aloud.

People would most likely panic and if history proves anything, nothing good ever comes from humans when they panic.

He had to try and think rationally, as hard as it was. He wanted to rush in and save you as quick as he could, but going in blind without a decent plan could get you hurt...or possibly worse.

He switched out of demon form and moved back into the living room, trying to come up with an idea.

Your phone was here so he couldn’t have you tracked by GPS and he didn’t remember much about the car except that it was older. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like since he’d had to hide. All he knew about him was his first name and that he worked at a restaurant.

“The take out place would for sure have everything about him on file!” He quickly punched in the name of the place into his phone’s search engine, then suddenly paused.

“Wait a minute..I can’t just waltz in there and ask for someone’s personal info. They’d call the cops or somethin’. Damn!”

He was beginning to feel hysterical. He didn’t have much to go on and every idea he came up with was crap. A few ‘ding’ sounds from the coffee table tore him from his thoughts. It was your phone.

Someone named C/N had sent you a couple texts about work and judging by the text log, you talked to them often.

“Man, I hope this C/N knows somethin’ cause I’ve got nothin’ else to go on..”

Luckily, he remembered the name of the coffee shop, having heard you talk about work often. A quick internet search and he had the directions. He was out the door like a shot.

With his newfound breadcrumb, he was one step closer to finding you.

A bell chimed above the door when he entered the shop, alerting the worker behind the counter of his presence.

“Hi, how can I help you?” They greeted him as he walked up to the counter.

“Hey, is there a C/N here by any chance?”

“Oh, uh, yeah just a sec.” They went through a doorway behind the counter, returning moments later with another person in tow.

“Hello..? I’m sorry, do I know you?” They asked, approaching Mammon, visibly confused.

“No, but you know MC, right?” He asked, uninterested in beating around the bush.

“I’m not sure I can answer that.” They said cautiously, visibly tense.

They do know somethin’.

“Here, look.” He said, pulling up the gallery on his phone, showing them multiple pictures of you and MC together.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend. MC has told me about you. Uh, anyway, is there something I can help you with? I need to get back to work..”

“Yeah, has MC ever mentioned anythin’ about a guy named Alex before?” He asked.

Please, please, please

“Alex..Alex..” They repeated, tapping a finger on their chin as they thought it over. “They did, actually. We went to the movies about two months ago, and ran into a guy they knew. It was their usual deliver guy I think? Said his name was Alex. He gave me the creeps.” They explained.

“Why is that?”

Yes! We’re gettin’ somewhere.

“He just seemed..I don’t know, off? And when I met him, I actually remembered seeing him a few days earlier on my way to work. There was another A.T.A. protest and I saw him in the group demonstrators. He denied being there when I brought it up, saying it had to be his doppelganger or something, but I know it was him. When we ran into him at the movies he said he had just got off work, and he was wearing the exact same shirt and hat as the day of the protest.” They informed him.

“Wait, A.T.A.? What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“Anti-Treaty Association. They’re exactly what the name suggests. Everyone involved in the exchange program is public knowledge. Names, pictures, updates on how the program was going, etc. All easily found on any search engine. If he is part of the A.T.A., why would he be friendly with MC? There’s no way he didn’t know who they were.” They said.

This Alex guy is definitely the stalker. I bet if I dig into this A.T.A. I can find him..

“Alright. Thanks for your help.” He said as he turned to leave, C/N took a few steps after him.

“Hey, uh, is MC okay? I know they haven’t been themselves lately, but uh, you coming here and asking all these questions kinda scares me..” They admitted, fear for their friend written on their face.

“MC is uh, goin’ through some stuff. I’m gonna put an end to it though.” His voice was rough, angry. His face however, was full of desperation and sadness.

Mammon thanked C/N again for their information and left the coffee shop on a new mission. He uncovered another piece of the puzzle, new information that could lead him to you.

No one knew exactly what this guy was capable of, but he had the most important piece of Mammon's existence with him. There wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do, in any realm, to bring you back safely. He would breach the Celestial Gates without thinking twice if it would bring you back to him.

He was going to show them exactly why he's the second strongest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

I’m comin’ MC. I will find ya, I promise.

“Get out.”

The scorching heat inside the trunk made you nauseous, and severely thirsty. You felt weak and disoriented, unable to move much. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck in there before you finally felt the car come to a stop. The lid opened, blazing sunshine poured inside the dark space, making your eyes water and squint reflexively.

“I said, get out!” He screamed.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist hard and yanked you from the trunk, letting you drop to the ground. You were much to weak to try and brace yourself so you fell pretty hard, getting small scrapes and dirt on your elbows and forearms.

You tried to open your eyes to try and get an idea of where he had taken you, but before they could adjust to the blinding sunlight, he tied something around your eyes.

“Can’t have you trying to escape.” He said to himself, as he finished tying up your hands. The restraints were very tight, already starting to hurt your wrists.

“I’m not going to.” You said weakly, your words making him laugh.

“Well, at least your a smart demon slut. Somewhat, anyway.”

Honestly, you weren’t planning to escape. If the opportunity presented itself, you would make a run for it, but you weren’t actively looking for an escape route. However, you had no intention of giving this creep what he wanted, or giving up without one hell of a fight.

Pulling you by the restraint around your wrists, he began to drag you across the ground. He let go of you a minute or so later. He didn’t drag you very far, ending up in some kind of building judging by the change in temperature and the rough feeling of concrete beneath you. It felt a little cooler in here as if you were out of direct sunlight, but the air was still fairly hot and sticky.

You did your best to pay attention to the things around you. The sounds, smells, what little you could feel. Outside you could hear cows in the distance and some kind of humming noise. It was definitely hot, but more like that humid feeling before it storms. You could also smell it too, the incoming rain. That warm earthy smell.

You could hear Alex nearby messing with something metal, there was also the sound of running water somewhere close.

I can’t believe Alex was actually the stalker this entire time... Explains how pictures taken of me from outside my house though.. I wonder what he plans to do..

You promptly chased away those thoughts in order to keep yourself calm, replacing them with thoughts of him, the time you’d spent together along with all the memories that came with it.

How soft and fluffy his hair felt when ran your fingers through it. The way he smelled; not the Devilish No.5, although you did love it, it’s smell closely related to the famous human world version, but his smell. Crisp and clean like fresh laundry or new clothes, slightly smoky like leather because of his favorite jacket and small undertones of warm cinnamon and vanilla.

The always groaned about your selection for movie night but was the first one to get really into it. Having a concert while cooking when you had kitchen duty together, getting in trouble for talking and laughing in class and later being scolded by Lucifer for it. How he always used to complain how bad humans smell, only to find out he started buying your brand of body wash for himself and would also try to casually smell his hoodie after you’d worn it.

The thought of never seeing him again, never experiencing anymore memories like these or the chance to make new ones, kept haunting you. A hard lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to prick your eyes.

“Aw, what’s the matter darlin’? The abomination you chose as a lover isn’t rushing in to save you like Prince Charming? Imagine that.” He spat.

You ignored his sarcastic comments, wanting answers of you own, “Why are you doing this?” You could hear him walking toward you, his footsteps getting louder as he approached. The sound stopped abruptly, then he crouched down next to your head.

“I told you, you need to be cleansed.” His tone was very matter-of-fact.

He grabbed your wrist restraint again and drug you another ten feet or so. Easily picking you up and hoisting you into the air until the rope around your wrists caught on something. He let go, your full weight coming down on your restraint. You were suspended in the air, feet barely skimming the floor.

He checked your ropes to make sure it was still secure with the added weight and gravity, then he removed your blindfold. The sudden change causing you to blink several times.

Your previous assumptions had been right, you appeared to be in a warehouse that had been abandoned for quite some time. Most of the windows were broken, big vines and other foliage creeping into the building. The rusted remnants of machinery scattered around the large, open room. You looked above you to see that you were hanging from a large hook that was suspended by thick chain from a metal beam up above. Far to your left you could see what looked like a large pool or even one of those big basins you usually use to water cattle, with a hose draped over the side. There’s the source of the running water you heard.

Wait...a stock tank with water, ’cleansed’...is he going to..baptize me?

“Cleansed? That’s been mentioned quite a bit in the dozens of letters I’ve been getting. Well, you would know, huh? Since you’re the one behind it all. What I don’t understand is why?”

It came off as more sarcastic than you intended, but you didn’t really care. You had been terrified for weeks about the stalker. What would they do when they finally got to you? You haven’t truly felt alone in over a month, as if someone was always hiding in the shadows watching, waiting. Your anxiety has been through the roof and you’re in a nearly constant state of paranoia and fear.

But, now that he was in front of you, you didn’t feel scared. You wanted answers.

“Because they don’t belong with our kind. Uniting our realms is blasphemy and will throw the human world into chaos.”

‘Don’t belong with our kind’..? Whoa, what the hell..

“Blasphemy? But, the Celestial Realm is on board with it. The angels in the exchange progr-” He cut you off before you could finish, his sudden booming voice echoed through the spacious warehouse, startling you.

He stood with his back to you, facing a long metal table that looked as if it used to be a conveyor or some other piece that once belonged to one of the old machines inside the long forgotten building.

“The exchange program was a joke! Those devils just needed a good cover to get their claws on our realm so they could take it over! Using their dirty tricks and magic to bring corruption and pollute us with sin.” He stared you down like a mad man while he yelled.

This was so bizarre, he sounded insane. Like, one of those people that wore tin foil hats. This version of Alex, the real one, was scary. You would’ve never guessed in a million years that this guy was the same one that you talked about the weather and current events with a few times a week.

“None of that is even remotely true! They just want to bring peace among the realms, to prove that they are not what all the harmful, hateful rhetoric claims they are. So we can all just co-exist! That was the entire point of the exchange program! To learn about the Devildom; it’s people and culture.” You fought back.

His face twisted up in disgust, visibly becoming more and more agitated every time you spoke. He stalked closer, stopping maybe six feet in front of you, staring at you intently.

“That kind of thinking is exactly why you need to be cleansed. You’re a human, or has being a demon whore and becoming the embodiment of sin made you forget that? You are nothing but a weak, powerless human to them. A pawn in their bigger plan, collateral damage if things went wrong.”

You never cared what assumptions people made or the rumors they started regarding your stay in the Devildom. However, when the very demons you loved and cared about became the subject of people’s whispering, you were willing to fight with no intentions of backing down.

You, out of everyone, who had to live in the House of Lamentation for a year, escaped death from a couple of the brothers, helped them mend familial bonds, and held pacts with all of them, should know better than anyone, exactly who they are.

“You don’t know anything about them!” You yelled lurching forward as you filled with anger, lightly swinging back and forth where you were suspended, the thick chains above you clanking, “The things they’ve been through, they things they’ve seen. The sacrifices they had to make..” You heart ached for them. What happened during the Great Celestial War, their fall.. They’ve been through a great deal and they, along with the rest of the Devildom, are undeserving of such prejudiced hatred.

“Being demons doesn’t automatically mean they are bad people, just like being human doesn’t make you good.” You stared him down, lacing venom in your words. He squinted his eyes at you, unhappy with your implications. “That fact was thoroughly proven during my time there. Some of kindest people I have ever met, as well as the people I love and cherish the most, are demons.”

You would forever stand behind the program, your now second home, and all the friends and loved ones you made along the way. No matter what this psycho could come up with, you would not be swayed. You knew them for who they are, all Alex knew was hatred.

He scoffed at your words, walking toward you as he shook his head in disgust, eyes boring into yours. He stopped just inches in front of your face. You held onto your resolve, staring back at him intently, not letting him see that you were completely terrified. It’s what he wanted; to feel superior and pass judgement on those he deemed unworthy.

You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction though; to feed his ego, his delusions. You refused to bow to fear, instead giving it all you had to make sure that if this was how it would end for you, you would fight against his prejudice and hatred until your final moments.

“We will start with the normal cleansing.” He backed away from you, confirming your suspicions as he gestured to the stock tank. “Although I think your soul might be too far gone for it to be completely effective.” He smiled wickedly as he turned around, going back to the table he’d been at earlier and picked up the same knife he’d held to you when he kidnapped you. The only other weapons you could see on the table were a baton and a taser. There was also a thick book you could only assume was a bible and a large jar of water. The most concerning however, was the gas can, thick work gloves, and what looked a lot like a body bag.

“This may call for a more extensive purification.”

PART FOUR COMING SOON!

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #trigger warning #potentially triggering #obey me shall we date #obey me angst

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stargleeksil-blog · 7 years ago

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Criminal Minds s01e16 The Tribe review

Episode 16 – The Tribe

Okay, this episode’s name is kind of vague. Do they mean wolves? Native Americans? Gangsters? What?

Set in Terra Mesa, New Mexico … so Native Americans.

I love the music.

Ooh, house party with clearly only one purpose. I mean, talk about romantic ambiance.

Damn, that girl has a fine ass.

So we just heard the unsubs, that’s new.

And of course a blonde hottie is kidnapped. It’s like duh-101.

Come on, two people making out on the carpet won’t pay attention to anything xcept what’s going on in their pants.

And why was that guy stabbed? What the fuck?

Back to the BAU in Virginia.

Oh my god, I love Penelope!!!!!! I love her confidence. It’s like – well, hello, hottie! You, hold my shit, I’ve got a hottie to pursue. Dang man.

But I agree, that guy can hit my radar any time.

Wait what, that’s Hotchner’s brother? Damn man.

Sean Hotchner. Yummy.

But Derek is yummier.

So he decided he wants to work in the restaurant business, what’s wrong with that, Hotchner? But seriously, you should be happy for your brother.

Oh god, the three girls drooling over Sean is the hottest thing ever.

And yeah, who profiles their own brother? Come on, Aaron.

Whoa, five teenagers. One impaled on a pole made of wood? Yikes.

So they’re searching for a pack. Still not sure if it’s wolves or people. Haha. Kidding, I know it’s people.

Damn you fuckers, make Kirsten a regular.

Friedrich Nietzsche: “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.” I know that’s right, you German genius.

Oh, she’s been upgraded to “also starring” instead of “guest starring” impressive.

Completely skinned and so little blood. Lovely. Just yuck.

Oh god, skinned alive? Why? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Oh so it was an orgy night. Hot.

Wait, it has to do something with Native American rituals? Oh that’s nasty. Thanks for the info, Reid.

So the court ruled that they can buy lands from the Apache, they become greedy and want to buy off whatever the Apache have left? Asshats.

Benjamin Black-Wolf. I love that name.

Indian activist. Really? You had to use the I-word?

And he’s the reservation police, I love it. Hahah they’re gonna have their work cut out for them.

Wow, she’s really protective of John. But it’s just to talk, lady, nothing is confirmed.

“Does anyone know the last tribe to surrender to the American government?” Reid of course knows the answer. Lol.

“Does anybody know the name of the last leader of the Apaches?” Reid mouthing ‘Geronimo’ hahaha I love you so much. But that kid is good, too.

Oh Reid, and Aaron is like “Is your name Samuel?” and Reid is all contrite for taking that kid’s thunder.

Oh god, to Gideon “you look like a college professor” to Reid, “you look like his student.” Wow, you’re on fire, Black Wolf, to Hotchner, “you look like an FBI agent.” Oh lord, I love this man.

You know, tracking is slightly different than profiling dirt, Hotchner, come on, dude, don’t be so cynical just cuz Black Wolf said the American government is more proficient in massacres, you know it’s kind of true.

Oh snap, Black Wolf totally profiled Hotchner, bam said the lady.

And Gideon is wearing a beanie. I love this episode already.

Eight unsubs? One hostage? Dang man that is seriously messed up.

“To the Apache killing, unless absolutely necessary, is a sign of stupidity and weakness.” Dude, those are some strong, amazing words.

Well, yeah, if the crime scene had many signs of different Native American tribe signs it’s kind of obvious that the person had a vast knowledge and/or was trying to frame the tribes. I mean, that’s kind of a given.

And I love it when they put a scene behind the actors and it’s so obvious that it’s a green screen but nobody cares because the show is that amazing. Love it. Especially when Shemar does it.

Hey, I love his voice, but why make him go away?

Ignorant white officer assuming it’s Indians … asshole.

ADU – American Defense Unit, funded by a private man? Sounds fishy to begin with.

God, that is the most racist son of a bitch they ever displayed on the series so far.

Oh god, quoting the 2nd amendment from the Constitution, the Right to Bear Arms, as a reason to hold 450 guns as a private defense group? That is definitely racist, cuz there is no way the Native Americans are behind this and he’s a stupid ass.

Wait, he’s filing a lawsuit against the construction of the Apache lands? Goddamnit.

Wow, that was one clean-cut conversation between Derek and Penelope, that was weird.

Her dad looks strangely calm for having his daughter kidnapped.

A caller about Ingrid, probably the two dummies who have her, are calling the FBI and don’t want the dad to know they’re calling? Oh this is beyond suspicious.

Wait. Hold up. The dad paid those two to kidnap his own daughter? Is he completely off the reservoir? What the fuck?

She looks demented.

Oh wow. I think I just saw Hotchner snap for the first time. But yeah, it’s very fishy that he had his daughter kidnapped and then a second later all those kids were butchered. I mean, damn, this doesn’t look good at all.

So we don’t get to hear the cute exchanged between Derek and Garcia this episode, and Reid is taking on the victim on his own.

Why is that girl only repeating her name and social security number? She looks so doped up.

Well, she used to be catatonic since they picked her up, but it’s still so weird.

Also, turns out she was supposed to be in school and wasn’t enrolled for the past year and vacated her campus apartment. Ruh-roh. I smell cult.

And Hotchner just suspected the same thing. I love you, baby.

Did I just see a guy pull out a knife and advance on a house that is being observed? Oh boy.

Lovely, more victims. Ugh.

Oh, the cop is also butchered. Okay, now it makes slightly more sense.

Oh I love it when they try to goad the unsub into confessing. But come on, there is a fine line between trying to keep your daughter close and trying to kidnap her because she joined a cult. That is a big stretch.

The cult leader calls himself Grandfather. Oh god. This is seriously messed up. Personally I could never understand how people can form cults and just be brainwashed by a certain idea. I’m not saying it’s not possible and doesn’t exist, I just don’t get it.

Why is that cop manhandling that girl like crazy? That is so messed up. I mean, I get it, she’s in a cult, but she’s a kid.

And she looks totally out of it, man, like she huffed glue or something.

She knows who Black Wolf is? Okay.

Wow, she’s totally unfazed by the blood. It’s beyond scary.

What? Oh god, she is just spouting random bits of information at him convinced that what she’s saying is true and I’m just like, you are brainwashed child, someone needs to slap you into your right mind. And I’m looking at John’s face right now and he’s like ‘damn, this chica is loca.’

Oh god she is totally hopeless.

They made her go into the desert to earn the right to be blessed by fictitious demons as an Apache? Oh boy.

Oh god that Jack Kelly is freaking me out, man.

Hunting? What the fuck does that mean, Jack?

Oh so he’s a fucking religious sociopath who decided to hone in on the Apache. Ugh.

Ugh, that kid is seriously delusional for thinking he is Apache. I mean, for reals? Oh, he’s a racist. That’s awesome. I love you Black Wolf.

He doesn’t need a gun? Well, they are at a school, so I guess Black Wolf has a reason.

“Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie,” oh my god I love you Hotchner, beyond all measure. Oh my goodness I am completely in love with this show.

Oh crap, those assholes are seriously entering a school with shotguns? Fuck!

Yay! One for Hotch!

Make that two for Hotch!

One for Black Wolf!

Two for Black Wolf?

Wow, that stupid ass doesn’t give up.

Ooh, Hotch’s catch is also giving up a good fight.

Yay! Three for Hotch!

Oh snap, that was a brutal blow!

Two for Black Wolf!

Oh wow! Four for Hotch!

Well, yeah, I mean, they were about to shoot you, dumbass, so Hotch had to shoot.

Oh, the kids weren’t even in the building? Sweet!

Awwww a jukebox! And double aww cuz Aaron went to see his brother and give him his blessing cuz that’s what brothers do and I love Hotch forever.

Okay, so this review is slightly longer than its predecessors, but that’s only cuz it gave me tons of opportunities to rant about racism. Really hated the unsubs in this scenario, cuz racism is so poignant and relevant at all times that it makes me so sad. Overall? Amazing episode! Was sad that there was no sassy Penelope/Derek interaction, but I hope they compensate for that next time.

See you next time, lovelies!

#criminal minds #s01e16 #the tribe #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #jason gideon #mandy patinkin #derek morgan #shemar moore #elle greenaway #lola glaudini #jennifer jareau #aj cook #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #penelope garcia #kirsten vangsness

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sunbaebes · 8 years ago

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Crooked Chapter 9

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue

When the members of Kwon Ji Yong’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Yong is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.

The first taste of consciousness is bitter. The smell of antiseptic fills your nose and overwhelms your senses. It rolls your stomach and your mind drags as you try opening your eyes. The first peak is unbearable, too bright and piercing for your sensitive eyes. You let out a low groan, turning your face to the side as if it could help you escape from the light.

“Y/N?” someone whispers, but your head is still a bit foggy, in fact, it kind of aches. Your face scrunches up at the pressure that seems to be compressing from all sides, the pin point of the pain at the forefront of your temple.

“Y/N?” someone calls again, a bit louder. You go to move your arm, to bury your face in its crook and that’s when you feel it. You’re attached to something. There are connections running from both arms and tethering you to something unknown.

The sound of crunching metal comes back to your memory, three cars with complete disregard for traffic lights coming at your car in front of you and at both sides. Popping rings in your ears, and though the light is red, the vehicle you’re in keeps moving, fishtailing out into traffic while the three cars aim in your direction. The car to your right connects with another car before it’s able to reach you. The driver in front is cursing, and though he tries his best to avoid the two other cars, there is no escape.

“Go tell the doctors that she’s waking up,” someone says and you’re finally aware that it’s Daesung. You want to open your eyes, to see who else is in the room, but the threat of bright lights keep you from opening them. Carefully rolling yourself back onto your back, you try to take in the damage of your body.

There’s pain medication in your system, you can tell by the way your mind still continues to drag, but just underneath your back feels sore. There’s a tense feeling to your shoulders, though you can’t feel the muscles that must be strained.

Footsteps enter the room, one set walking straight up to your bed, the sound of papers on a clip board shuffling, a few scratches by a pen, and then a light tug to what must be IV’s attacked to your arms.

“Miss Y/N, can you hear me?”

Forming words are hard, and the headache doesn’t help. Your lips pucker to respond, but nothing comes out.

“She was just moving a moment ago,” Youngbae’s voice seems to be on the other side of you, growing closer as he continues to talk, “she has to be awake.”

The doctor makes a humming noise, “That will be the pain medication. Her vitals all appear to be fine, and I’m ordering the nurse to switch out her current medications for something weaker. I say she has a few more hours until we get much interaction out of her.”

The doctor’s words seemed true enough, and soon that dragging feeling seemed to tug your consciousness back under. You wake up a few times, once to the sound of a television being turned on, the flipping channels lulling you back under, and then another time when your IV’s had been switched.

The final time, you’re aware of every pain in your body. There’s a heaviness to every limb, and everything’s stiff and tight. This time, opening your eyes doesn’t blind you, and you only have to blink a few times before the room comes into focus. There’s a humidfier steaming silently by your bedside, numerous machines to check your heart rate, as well as a few liquid bags connected to the IV’s in your hand. The room looks rather large for a hospital room, far larger than any one you’d been in before. There’s a large television with a news channel set to low, and a couch as well as a few chairs. If there are windows, you can’t tell their size by the heavy curtains that cover them. Youngbae and Seunghyun sat on the couch, their legs stretched out and over a coffee table as they stared unblinking at the television. Seungri and Daesung stood off towards the covered windows, bent over the same cellphone as they talked quietly with one another. Your eyes finally land on Jiyong, his gaze already focused on you, his elbows perched on his knees with his hands brought up over his mouth.

Your heart constricts, as the last conversation with him replays in your mind. He’d been deceiving you, and for how long?

“You’re awake.” He voice is hoarse and low, but the other men hear it, their attention immediately snapping to you.

“You’re awake!” Daesung exclaims, walking quickly to your bedside, and checking your IV as if he knew anything about it, “Are you in pain? Should we get you the doctor? We should get you a doctor. Seungri-“

“On it,” Seungri is already half way out the door and you haven’t even opened your mouth yet.

“You’ve looked better,” Youngbae mutters, a small smirk taking over his lips.

“I’ve felt better,” you finally say, making an effort to sit up.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Seunghyun lightly places a hand on your shoulder, “You got really lucky, but it doesn’t mean you’re not hurt.”

You felt the truth in his words as the small effort to sit up had shot a pain down your back straight to your toes.

“What happened?”

“What happened?” Daesung racks his fingers through his hair, “you got in a car accident, don’t you remember? Oh my god, she doesn’t remember.”

“That’s NOT what I meant,” you groaned, even your teeth hurt, “I meant what happened, those cars came at me intentionally.”

“What they intended,” Seunghyun muttered, watching the door for Seungri, “was for Jiyong to be in that car.”

“What?”

“They got bad info,” he went on, “they expected Jiyong to be in that car, not you. It was meant to be an attack on him.”

“If that other car had hit, I’d probably be dead.” Your voice was raised, but you weren’t sure what you were trying to argue.

“That was the point.”

“Oh.”

The room went quiet, everyone’s eyes downcast as they waited for Seungri to return with the doctor. Sprained ribs and a slight concussion were all the accident had left you with, aside from the random patches of bruising and scrapes from shards of glass. You’d been lucky, even the doctor had said so, but you weren’t feeling lucky as you spent the night in the hospital. The men didn’t really ever leave just random rotations as one went out to run an errand or take a phone call. You didn’t ask who they were speaking to in hushed conversation, and they didn’t tell. The only person that seemed to never move was Jiyong. He sat like statue on the chair by your bedside, but he didn’t speak.

There were times when you would steal glances towards him, and while sometimes he’d be looking towards the floor or at one of his men while they were on the phone, he was usually just staring at you. His silence told you what he couldn’t say, that he had no words. He had no explanation for the things you’d discovered in the restaurant, and even if there was a reason, he must have known it wasn’t good enough. Besides an apology, there was no reason that you should be in this hospital bed, carrying an injury that was meant for him.

In this time, it was Youngbae who spoke to you the most. He would ask if you were hungry, or how you were feeling, and sometimes he’d add bits of sarcasm that helped lighten the mood. Daesung also tried to be funny, messing with their youngest member in order to make you smile. In all honesty, you were happy that the pain medication made you a bit drowsy, as sleep seemed to be the only way to escape from the mess that been created.

The hospital discharged you the next day, giving the men pointers of what to look out for after someone has suffered a concussion, and which medications were okay to take with the ones you’d been prescribed.

You hadn’t thought about how scary it would be to climb back into a car. How every bump in the road made you jump, or how every other car seemed to be too close. You didn’t mean to shy away from Ji yong when he reached out for you, his hand reaching for yours. Something tightened behind his eyes as he took in your reaction, and though something in you screamed out to reach back for the hand he’d taken away…you remained still.

You couldn’t help but let out a large sigh as your feet touch solid ground back home.

“That’s better,” Youngbae smiles, his arm extending to help you walk up the steps and to lessen the labor on your ribs.

When you enter, the house seems a bit colder. The walls that had begun to seem familiar now felt smaller, tricked into a gilded cage.

“I’ll take her upstairs,” Ji yong mumbled, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. It felt like forever since the last time you’d heard him speak, and even know it was quiet, and held little of the authority it usually did.

Youngbae only nodded, gently taking his arms away, and giving you a reassuring nod before retreating farther into the home.

Ji yong came closer, though not any closer than he needed to be, and the arm he wrapped around you felt clinical, a tool to help you and nothing more. Together, you took the steps slowly. One step at a time as each breath felt a little like your lungs had been set to boil over a stove.

“Does it hurt?” he muttered, stopping you on the middle landing, “I’m not sure what else I can do.”

“I’m okay,” you breathe, allowing your breath to slow before giving him a nod to continue ascending.

Laying on your bed feels like an accomplishment, your whole body strained by the small effort it took to get to your room. You thought that Ji yong would leave without a word, but when the door shut you found him still standing in front of you, eyes moving from the scrapes on your cheek, down to the bruising on legs that were invisible to him under your clothes.

“Tell me what to do.”

Ji yong’s words cracked as he spoke them, his head down with his hands rounded into fists. Pain sunk deep into your chest to see him look defeated, and there was a helplessness that captured your breath in your throat.

The deal had already been settled, even if you didn’t feel like a hostage that had always been what you were.

“I don’t have an excuse.” That’s what he’d said. There was no excuse that he could give, and yet there had to be a reason he’d kept everyone in the dark. Not just yourself, but the other men seemed just as clueless as you had been. Ji yong never did anything without reason, especially when it came to business.

“Sit,” you brought your knees up, giving him room to sit on the edge of your bed, making sure there was enough room so that your bodies wouldn’t touch. Even with his head down, Ji yong seemed to understand, taking up as little room as he could before sitting on the edge of your bed. His eyes never stopped looking over your body, inspecting the damage that had been done to it, and though you didn’t want to trust him, it made you feel safer to be back in his home.

“It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way.” He said sadly, his hand coming up to brush the hair away from your face before thinking better. “Everything I did, it was to make sure you didn’t get hurt.”

“They said the conditions had already been met,” you watched his face, and found he’d shut his eyes tightly at those words. “If that were true, I’d already been on a plane home. That means that you either lied to them or you lied to me. If I wasn’t the bargain than what was?”

“I thought you’d be safer this way,” he muttered, turning away from you to runny his fingers through his hair, “I thought that if everything had been compromised the Ricci would back off and we’d be able to solve our problems with the D’Mazzi after. I thought I was looking out for you.”

“So you haven’t met anyone’s conditions yet?”

“It’s a work in progress,” he looked back at you, finally unable to stand the distance; he puts gentle hands on either side of your cheeks. “It’s killing me to see you bruised in this bed. It killed me to receive that call from Seungri. Do you know how hard it was for me? I couldn’t breathe, Y/N. I thought if you didn’t wake up that I’d never breathe again.” His eyes shined with tears that didn’t fall, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin as he became frantic. “I can’t tell you what’s happening, I can’t tell you what I’m going to do because I don’t know but I need you to know that when I kept these things from you it was because I was taking care of things. For us. I’ve been taking care of things for us for a long time now.”

“Us?” you reach out, your own hands caressing his face, your foreheads resting on one another. His words warmed your heart as much as they broke them. His raw emotion made you sure that his feelings, and the ones you felt for him were real. There was something else in his features, a pinch of worry, a doubt you knew was more of the story he refused to share. You withdrew your hands from his face.

“There’s something you’re still not telling me.”

Ji young looked at you for a long time. He looked in your eyes, searching for something you couldn’t guess, and he couldn’t find. His gaze traveled to your lips, and the sinking feeling in your stomach turned to butterflies and heated your cheeks. Even in this moment he was beautiful, even with all this uneasiness you wanted him. You wanted to be with him.

You hadn’t realized you’d been leaning into him, your faces coming closer and closer while the silence stretched. Your noses graze, moving up and along one another until your lips have just barely touched one another. His lips trembled, and you asked him once more,

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Ji yong froze completely, and he did not speak, he did not breath. He would not depart his secret, and suddenly there was nothing left of this moment. You turned your face away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Ji yong took your actions as a sign for him to rise. He made his way slowly too the door, his posture stiff, and at the doorway he turned back to you.

“My feelings,” he said slowly, “though I have not given them so many words, you know what they are.”

Your head hurt from this conversation, your heart tied up in the confusing words of affection but was also riddled with secrets.

“Don’t come back until you can tell me the truth.” was all you could say, and without waiting for him to leave you bury yourself beneath the covers.

The door closed that night, and you would not see him for two more. The house, though always quiet had the feeling of a guitar string tuned too tightly. You wondered the house on your own, taking it upon yourself for meals, and sometimes the other men would look for you to watch a movie, or suggest taking you out for shopping or fresh air. Aside from roaming around the property, the thought of going out gave you anxiety. Until this horrible mess with the Italians had been laid to rest you wouldn’t leave the comfort of this home or it’s land.

Though Youngbae and yourself had been at odds in the beginning he had now become the closest thing to a friend. It was easy to laugh with him, or to sit quietly when you needed company. He seemed to understand that Ji yong and you were not speaking, and though he had not voiced it, you knew the men were at odds with their leader as well. The secret he kept from you, he also seemed to keep from them, withdrawing himself completely from everyone and sticking to his rooms or office.

“He’ll come out soon,” Youngbae sighed, lounging deeply into a bench in the back gardens, “even if he doesn’t want to, his time is running out. This is the last day the D’Mazzi’s have given him. This will be over soon, and then you’ll be able to see where you both stand.”

You had smiled easily at Youngbae’s words, his voice had been soft and confident, and you could believe him easily, he knew his leader and friend well. But as night fell and deepened on that second day your uneasiness mounted. The days filled you with dread, and you felt more nauseous each day when Ji yong did not come to visit. The feelings for you he had defended again and again the other night just didn’t feel right as you sat on your bed day and night waiting for a man who couldn’t open up his heart or reveal dealings that connected directly to your life and safely. The more you thought of him, the more you wondered if you would be able to stay with him when all of this was over.

Could you deal with a mobster boyfriend, a husband? Would you be able to live with him constantly keeping secrets, constantly putting his life in danger, and what about your own life? In the short time you’d been together, your life had been in danger twice, wouldn’t it only get worse if you stayed with him?

A knock on your door broke you out of your thoughts, your heart flying into your throat as you tried not to get your hopes up.

“Come in,”

The knob turned slowly, and when Ji yong entered, it was on unstable feet. His hair disheveled and white shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned. The tattoos on his chest and along his side in full view.

“Y/N,”

He leaned against the door, his eyes glossy. The elation of finally seeing his face soon turned to concern. You jump off the bed, coming quickly to his side, and cradling his head din your hands. There is a sweet smell of rum on his breath, but not enough to deem him drunk.

At your touch, the wild in his eyes seems to settle, he leans in and captures your lips with a rushed force. The surprise knocks you back, and he follows you into the room, your hands falling to your sides as he wraps you up in his arms.

Your head fizzles with his touch, his lips trailing down your neck, a low exhale breathing hot air across your skin.

“The words I couldn’t tell you,” he muttered, his lips coming back up your neck and up to your ear, “the words I thought came to quickly, I want to say them to you now.”

Your legs hit the back of the bed, but the fall onto it is slow and easy, controlled by Ji yong as he lay you beside him. Your fingers intertwine, and he brings his face in closely to yours.

“I love you.” he says softly, looking over your face, and a smirk picking up the corner of his mouth, “I love you.”

Your heart fills and pours over, the words terrifying reflecting in your own feelings.

“The secrets I haven’t been able to tell you,” he goes on, his grasp of your hand tightening, “I will tell you all of it tomorrow, but tonight let me love you and make love to you.”

There was no denying the passion in his eyes, a passion that mirrored in your heart. You kissed him in response, capturing his lips slowly. Ji yong leaned into you, his body becoming soft. His mouth opens for you, and your tongues meet in a slow dance, your limbs intertwining as your need to be closer fills you.

Ji yong’s hands roam down to your bared thighs, traveling and kneading into flesh while the make their way up to the pooled fabric of your night gown. It’s over your head, and once it’s disposed you find Ji yong’s shirt has disappeared as well.

Your kisses roam over his chest, Ji yong’s hands roaming back down, his palm slipping over your panties, and dragging them down until they fall themselves the rest of the way to your ankles.

He turns you onto your back, “Take off your bra.” You do as he asks, while he takes the buckle from his pants and soon you’re both bared naked. His kisses begin at the base of your throat, becoming wet and sloppy until he’s using just his tongue to trail down your chest, his hands kneading at your breasts. He takes one nipple between his fingers, rolling and twisting while his tongue goes to work on the other.

A burning need pools wet desire between your legs, and you don’t hold back the moans that each shock of pleasure pulls from you.

Ji yong’s arousal brushes against your thigh, thick and hard, and you drop a hand down to it, wrapping your fingers around him and beginning to pump him slowly. He bucks lazily into your hand, low content sighs escaping onto the slick skin of your breasts.

Ji yong moves his attention back to your lips, and then to your jaw before pulling away to look into your eyes.

“How do you feel?”

He’s not asking physically.

“I love you,” you whisper, his eyes going wide, and then hooding in content, a smile spreading across his face.

“I love you.” you say again, wrapping your arms fiercely around him, “I want you to make love to me.”

He kisses your lips sloppily, his hands trailing down your body until they’ve reached your core. He slides one finger along your slit, before bringing a second finger and slowly entering. Your hips move without your thinking, glad to receive the contact you craved.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his fingers scissoring inside you, his thumb brushing against your clit.

“Ji yong,” you whine, desiring more than his fingers. He swallows your plea with an opened mouth kiss, his tongue searching for yours immediately. Ji yong’s keep the rhythm, as the kiss deepens, his fingers torturing you with their pace. Slowly, a tightening feeling settles inside you and your orgasm starts to build.

Ji yong must feel your muscles tighten, because suddenly his fingers are gone, his body pulled away just to align himself with your entrance, and to plunge himself deeply inside. Your body takes his length easily, and your sigh is euphoric as Ji yong fills you. The noises you make bring a cheeky smile to Ji yong’s face as he begins to slowly move.

His mouth finds yours again, his slow thrusts making your toes curl with pleasure. You don’t stop the moans that pass through your lips, and Ji yong swallows them with his own.

The night goes on in the same way, with moans and slowly building orgasms that crash like waves until both your bodies are tinted pink and chests are heaving for breath.

The last round comes in the early morning, between bits of sleep and passion. Your legs are intertwined, with one of Ji yong’s hands tangled in your hair while the other slid down the length of your body.

His hand hooks around your thigh, parting your legs and allowing him to slip between them. So wet and stretched for him he slides inside, your nerves already over sensitive as he rolls into you.

“You’re going to destroy me.” You pant, his thrusts slow but deep, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

“I love you,” he says between kisses, trailing from your mouth down to your throat, his hands sliding to your hips and rotating your bodies so that you’re on top.

You begin to roll your hips, letting his cock slide in and out slowly before burying it completely within yourself. You revel in the noises he makes as he becomes lost in ecstasy, the sounds urging you to go faster, to climb to your orgasm faster. Instead of a slow tightening in your belly, it’s a convulsion of muscles tightening as you grasp harder for release. Your head tilts back as you reach the edge, and Ji yong sits up. He wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer as he thrusts into you hard and fast, hitting a new angle that has you screaming his name before he swallows it with his mouth. His thrusts become sloppy and it isn’t long before he’s spilling inside you, sticky warmth filling and spilling out between your legs.

Ji yong slows his movements, but still holds you close. When he parts your kiss, it’s to lean his forehead against yours, one of his hands coming up to caress your cheek.

“I’d do anything for you,” he mutters, his eyes hooded from pleasure and exhaustion. “Everything I do, it’s done with you in mind.” There’s a pinch between his brows, a worry that hadn’t been there all night.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, the hand around your waist tightening.

“Of course I do,” you smiled, but his mood didn’t change. In his eyes, the passions of the night still reflected, but began to cloud over with a determination that scared you.

“I need to do some things,” he said after moments of silence, “I’ve got to come up with a plan, one that will make everyone happy.”

You nod, understanding completely.

When Ji yong finally slips out, hollowness fills you, and it is harder than you expected to let him leave the bed. He dresses without looking at you, and the uneasiness in your stomach blooms to full panic. Something’s wrong.

Fully dressed, Ji yong finally turns to you, making quick steps over to the bed, and ushering you under the covers. He looks in your eyes, and sees the worry etched there, but doesn’t say anything to console them. Smoothing the hair around your face, he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

With his features set, and his emotions drawn back you find yourself staring at G Dragon. The fallen angel that had taken you hostage and a pain explodes in your heart.

“Get some rest.” He says softly, before turning on his heels, phone already attached to his ear as he shuts the door softly.

You wait until his footsteps fade before you let the first tears fall.

It’s three in the morning when Ji yong returns to his room. He doesn’t feel the water as he cleans himself, or pay much attention to the suit he takes from his closet afterwards to dress himself. The messages left on his phone from the night before show that another truck has been compromised and more shipments have been lost.

Youngbae did what he could to handle the situation himself, but this time it’s not the offender Ji yong has to worry about but the men who work for him. The routes were becoming unsafe, the jobs weren’t getting completed, and the men were starting to get agitated about being kept in the dark.

“They think we’re throwing them into traps on purpose.” Youngbae had said, “They want answers. They’re wondering why the great G Dragon hasn’t shown his face.”

He was meeting them in Busan, a trip too long and too troublesome compared to the other problems he needed to sort through. At the very least, the long drive gave him time to sleep, get a few hours in before confronting the men that had lost faith in him.

The small comfort that Ji yong could rely on was that Youngbae would be returning to the house. These days, leaving Y/N alone constricted his heart with such panic that he could hardly breath. Youngbae would take care of her, the knowledge calmed him.

It was close to seven when Ji yong arrived in Busan, meeting with the men who had been ambushed during delivery. Most of them had head wounds, but the casualties remained to a minimum, for that Ji yong was glad. The shocking part had been about the shipment itself. It hadn’t been just compromised, but destroyed. The burnt remains of the trucks they’d been traveling in still smoking on the side of the road.

“Our connections are strong here,” Seungri had muttered, typing aggressively into his phone, “they’ll be able to clean this up and make it look like a gas leak or vehicle malfunction.”

Ji yong nodded, already reaching for his fourth cigarette of the day, “And we’re sure who attacked them?”

“Couldn’t be anyone else,” Daesung muttered, his hands on his hips as he inspected the damage, “Busan has always been one of our safest ports, no one crosses us here. If the Italian’s attacked here, it means they’re rubbing our faces in it.”

Ji yong’s phone went off, an American number lighting up the screen, the first call of the day. He pressed ignore.

The rest of the day was spent going around to their ports, meeting with the men that worked for them, and ensuring that the cat and mouse game they were in with the Italians would soon come to an end. The men seemed reassured when G Dragon came to them, his confidence erasing their doubts completely.

The missed calls on Ji yong’s phone piled up, the same number barraging him with calls and texts, until Ji yong decided to shut it off completely.

“Daesung,” Ji yong sighed, rolling his chopsticks between his hands, “I need you to make me a reservation tonight.”

“For dinner? Isn’t that what we’re eating right now?”

“For a hotel,”

“Oh,” Daesung rubbed the back of his head, “Is Y/N coming up here?”

“No, it’s just for me.” Ji yong muttered, deciding to look at his plate rather than the people sitting around him.

“I’m sure you’re tired, Ji, but do you really need to stay at a hotel?” Seungri asked, a puzzled look on his face, “Y/N will worry.”

“Just get me a hotel,” Ji yong muttered, “I don’t want to talk about it.

Seungri and Daesung gave one another worrying glances, but said nothing more. The dinner dragged on in silence, without any of the men saying much, and by the time they were finished arrangements had already been made for all of them to stay.

Ji yong went straight to his room, not bothering to say anything to his men before taking the elevator up to his private room.

He stripped his clothes lazily, pulling them off slowly and leaving them where they dropped as he made his way to the bathroom. He ran a bath, making it practically scalding before finally settling inside.

Ji yong was surrounded by thoughts. The hot water he lay in felt suffocating, along with the noise of his thoughts. Gun shots, screaming, a collision….his head descended below the bath water to escape. His longs became tight, the voices in his head fading with a ringing in his ears until he couldn’t hold his breath any longer, his head bursting to the surface. The ringing hadn’t just been in his head, it was a presence, his phone lighting up with her name flashing on the screen. Tilting his head back, the cool porcelain searing the back of his neck he stared up at nothing.

‘Just for a little longer,’ he thinks, the ringing finally fading out into crisp silence, ‘Just for a bit longer before it all falls apart.’

Ji yong sat in the bath until the water turned cold, his pack of cigarettes now empty and discarded somewhere on the bathroom floor. Y/N had called three more times since then before the calls cut off completely. Ji yong knew it wasn’t fair to leave her alone, to be silent when she had looked at him with anxiety last night.

It had hit him that morning that he was fucked. Completely, totally fucked. There was no plan, despite what he told everyone, there was no grand scheme to give the Italians what they wanted, and for him to keep Y/N all to himself. It had never been his intention to fall for her, just as it had never been his intention to drag her into the deepest part of mafia life.

He still had no answers the next morning, as his car drove him back towards Seoul, his phone already exploding with calls.

The unrelenting noise that filled his head seemed to triple, as exhaustion and anxiety began to drive him wild. His hands trembled as he reached for a cigarette from behind his ear, lighting it up just as he entered the foyer.

Looking in the mirror, his reflection was shit. The white button down he’d thrown on hadn’t been steamed, and wrinkles creased the fabric. Slicking his hair back, he looked down as his phone began to ring.

Adam.

He’d been calling and calling and calling. Ji Yong had said they’d come to an agreement, but by now Adam had to have heard the news from the Ricci. He knew that Ji yong had not moved forward with their agreement and he was calling to give him another ultimatum, he was sure.

“What?” Ji Yong answered, his cigarette pinched between his lips.

“I thought we had a deal,” Adam’s voice was low, his tone so sweet that it only proved how agitated he really was, “you know I thought we’d come to an understanding and then you ignore me like this…”

“I’ve been busy,” Ji yong bit back, “I had someone ruin another one of my shipments.”

“I needed to get your attention.” Adam sighed, “looks like it worked, you finally picked up the phone.”

“I think you should rethink your proposition,” Ji yong tried to keep his voice cool, detached, but there was true desperation behind his words. “We can make any kind of deal you want, I just think Y/N doesn’t need to be involved any more than she already has,”

“Y/N?” Adam laughed, “Since when are you calling her that?”

Jiyong had slipped. He’d always called her ‘the girl’ when speaking with Adam, to show his detachment.

“This isn’t a game,” Ji yong barked,

“I’m not playing games!” Adam barked back, “I’m sick and tired of this round-about bullshit you’ve been putting me through. You either do what I asked, or this deal is dissolving between you and my family, and I’ll come over there myself and do the job that you couldn’t finish.”

“Ji yong!”

Ji yong’s heart dropped at the sound of her voice. Turning to face the hallway, Youngbae and Y/N came walking towards him, a shy smile on her face, relief that he had come home.

Time had run out for Ji yong, he knew that there was no avoiding the job he’d be assigned to do.

“Fine,” Ji yong said into the phone, “have it your way.” Ji yong pulled his gun from his back pocket, unlocking the safety, and pointing it at Y/N.

“Ji…” her eyes went wide, stopping in her tracks completely as Youngbae looked between the gun and her.

“Ji, what are you doing?”

Ji yong pulled the trigger so quickly she didn’t have time to scream, her body hitting the floor with a loud thump.

Ji Yong’s legs gave out from under him, he crashed on his knees as he slid the gun away from himself.

“She’s dead,” he whispered, “are you happy?”

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