#In front of the cops who have a gun pointed at his head

[kennys-parka-jacket]

stan crying 💔

#Him refusing to admit how he really feels. Letting things escalate just so he can avoid being honest with himself #Then it reaches a climax and he confesses not only to himself; but to everyone. In front of his friends #In front of the cops who have a gun pointed at his head #And he cries. His entire face scrunches up and his body shakes. So does his voice

[mypoisonedvine]

𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | raymond leon x reader

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 | since you've managed to outsmart (or, more accurately, seduce) your last four bodyguards, your wealthy father decides it's time to take a new approach: hire a timekeeper to watch you. after all, a man who dedicates his life to the law can withstand the wiles of a spoiled, lonely girl... right?

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 | 4.7k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | dubcon smut (rough sex, daddy kink, choking, slapping, creampie, breeding kink, glove kink, degradation), age gap (raymond is ????, reader is early 20s), slight dd/lg undertones, reader is a bit dark and manipulative hehe

You were rolling your stockings up your legs, one of the final stages in dressing for the party tonight, when your bedroom door opened.  “Hey, Ray,” you greeted with a purr as he stepped inside.

“Officer Leon,” he corrected you.

“Right,” you smiled, tilting your head.  “I’m sorry, sir.  I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

He scoffed, looking away, and you bit your lip— he was getting frustrated, in more than one sense of the word, and you were going to get what you wanted (like always). Boys are simply too easy.

This whole cat-and-mouse thing was starting to drive you a little crazy— none of the other bodyguards had taken this long to crack.  But really, the anticipation just added to the fun.

You stood up and turned your back to him, hoping he was eyeing the V-shaped portion of your back he could see with your gown still open.

“Will you help me zip up my dress?” you asked sweetly, making sure your hair was out of the way and looking back over your shoulder at him sweetly.  He sighed but stepped closer to you, but tugging on the zipper only lifted the bottom of your dress a bit— so he had to put his other hand on your hip to hold it in place as he pulled the zipper up, and you were thankful he couldn’t see your eyes flutter shut at the feeling.  His hands were so strong, you could feel it even through the gloves— and those fucking gloves, shiny black leather, he knew damn well what he was doing to you.  He just didn't seem to care.

"There," he said when he'd tugged it up to the top, stepping back, and you turned around to face him.  The dress was more elegant than you usually went for: you traded in your lace and bows in pastel shades for a dark purple silk that fell to the floor.

"What do you think?" you asked, biting your lip.  "Daddy picked it out for me."

"He has expensive taste," Raymond noticed, though he conspicuously didn't comment on your appearance.  He was very uptight, especially about professionalism.  You sort of got the feeling that if you could just pull one of his strings hard enough, he'd totally unravel: which is why you kept trying.

As he tried not to look at you, you gave him a slow look up and down.  "Is that what you're wearing tonight?" you asked incredulously, pointing to his high-neck black sweater and long leather trench.

"I'm working tonight, so yes," he answered.

Everyone thought Raymond stuck out like a sore thumb in your room— his angular, dark form against the soft baby pinks and white laces around your bed, a hardened cop amongst the porcelain baby dolls and fluffy stuffed animals and gold-edged tea sets: but you thought he fit right in, standing there amongst all your playthings.

~

The party was a bit dull— you were having more fun toying with your bodyguard than anything else.  “Try this,” you’d insist as you held up an hors d'oeuvre to feed him; he had to give in, he had to do whatever you said in front of all these people, but he glared at you as he leaned forward and took a bite out of the mini-tart.

You bragged to your father’s guests about your new bodyguard— or toy, as you called him more often.  “Daddy bought him for me,” you’d say, “and he has to do whatever I want.  Show them your gun, Mr. Leon!”

He only looked at you sternly again, and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s sort of grouchy,” you explained to the amused dinner attendees.  He didn’t react much, still standing there with his gloved hands held in front of him, but you saw a little tightness in his jaw.

Best of all, you flirted with as many suitors as you could get away with in a night, just to bother him.  The tricky thing about a world without aging is men who’ve been around quite some time were still just as eligible for your hand as men closer to your age— you wondered if it would bother him more knowing that one of your father’s wealthy friends who had been alive at least 80 years was doting on you.  Didn’t matter either way: you let them all stand a bit too close, put their hand on your lower back— you laughed too hard at their shitty jokes.  All to make Ray jealous, but when you glanced over your shoulder at him, you could never catch a reaction.

After the guests had left and the staff had begun cleaning, you went back to your room to change.  You’d coyly asked Raymond if he would watch over you during that, too, but he didn’t answer because he knew you were joking.  It’s not like you were ever really serious… but you did want him.  Not just for fun, and not just to prove to your father that there was no use hiring these bodyguards— he was fucking sexy, obviously.  Definitely your favorite so far, and exactly your type… for how much he thought you were trying to tease and tempt him, he was the one driving you a little crazy.

Still, you kept your cool as best you could; you needed to keep control over him, and thankfully with him working for you, that was pretty easy to exert.  (Well, technically he worked for your father, but it was close enough.)

“Oh, Mister Officer,” you called out to him through the door as you sat on your bed, hearing him step closer.

“Yes?” he asked, voice slightly muffled.

“I just need your help with something,” you explained, but he still hesitated.

“Are you decent?”

Damn, he wasn’t that gullible anymore.  “Enough,” you replied, and he sighed before opening your bedroom door.

You were in your bra and panties now— but with your heels and stockings still on, of course; he lost track of his step for a second when he saw you, then frowned at you.  “That’s not what I would consider decent,” he said.

“Well, I need your help and I wasn’t going to put on a turtleneck just for that,” you replied.  “You’ve seen me in my bikini by the pool, anyways…”

And you’d made him apply sunscreen on your back as well; you smirked to yourself at the memory.  “What do you need my help with?” he reminded you of the original topic.

“Well, these shoes are too small for me now,” you said, “I didn’t realize how much I’d grown since I wore them last…”

You hoped he’d find that a little intriguing, as someone who himself hadn’t grown in… you didn’t even know how long.  He obviously never talked about it— for all you knew he could have been alive a hundred years, though he certainly didn’t act like it.  

You lifted a stiletto-clad foot forward towards him.  “Now they’re stuck.  Will you help me take them off?”

He sighed that trademark, frustrated sigh of his, and you fought off a smile.  “You can’t do that yourself?” 

You shook your head.  “I’m not strong enough,” you explained with a shrug.

Clearly not buying it but in no position to accuse you of lying, he knelt down in front of you.  Taking the shoe in his hand, he looked at you with annoyance in his eyes as it slipped off easily.  

“You’re so strong,” you cooed, wiggling your toes inside the pantyhose, then putting your foot down to hold out the other in front of him.  “Now the other one,” you demanded.

He took the shoe off of you, tossing it aside, and you let your foot brush against his thigh as you lowered it down— just long enough to make it not quite believable as an accident.

“Now my stockings,” you continued, and he got up and started to walk away.

“You’ll have to do the rest on your own,” he insisted.

“But who’s gonna help me undress?” you pouted, and he stopped walking halfway to the door, dropping his shoulders a bit.

“I don’t know, how about you ask one of those boys that was sniffing around you all night?” he suggested, and you smiled proudly.  Oh, you noticed that?  

“I can’t,” you sighed, “you know Daddy doesn’t let me have any boys in my room— except you.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “because I’m the one who keeps the boys out of your room.”

“It’s no fair,” you whined.  “It’s so boring up here by myself…”

“Please,” he groaned, finally turning around, “with all these things you have?  You shouldn’t have any trouble being entertained.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, “I shouldn’t— but I do.  There’s only one thing I really wanna do right now…”

You started to slowly and delicately run your fingers up your legs, spreading them a bit.

“But I don’t wanna have to do it alone…” you continued, blinking up at him as you saw his nostril twitch— could this finally be the moment you caught him?

In an instant, he stormed towards you and grabbed you by the neck.  “So fucking spoiled,” he growled, his black leather gloves crinkling softly as you whimpered and held his wrist.  “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?  You think your father didn’t tell me what happened to the last four bodyguards?”

“I— I didn’t fuck them all,” you defended, voice a little thin from the pressure on your throat, “the third quit on his own—”

“Because he knew what would happen if he gave in to you,” Raymond sneered.  “And so do I.  You think I’ll give up on a job like this that easily?”

That was one thing that made Ray different than the others before— they were all professional bodyguards, used to working for the elite class.  Most of them probably already had plenty of time, or could at least keep getting jobs of this caliber to earn a similar keep.  But Timekeepers weren’t especially well compensated, paid daily but only paid just enough to keep going until the next per diem.  He’d probably never had more than a couple days on his clock, and now he was earning a month a week just to babysit you.  That was why your father hired him for this, you finally realized: he’d said before that he simply hoped a lawman would have a little more integrity and not give in to temptation with you, but it was far more than just that.

Raymond let go of your neck and tossed you back onto the bed, but just when you hoped he’d climb on top of you and pin you down, he scoffed and turned away.  “You’re too young, anyways,” he said as he crossed his arms.

“Am not,” you denied.

“Your clock hasn’t even started yet,” he noticed.

“I’ve only got a few more years left,” you frowned, “but I’m still an adult.”

“Then fucking act like one,” he suggested sharply, and left the room with slam of your door.

You sighed, once again left frustrated with another unsuccessful attempt to get him into bed.  But, you smiled, too; because you knew this was a step in the right direction.

~

Your father tried not to travel much, since it was one of the few things that exposed him to the risk of death.  Wouldn't it be absurdly ironic, dying in a plane crash after living for hundreds of years and with nearly a millennium left on his clock?

Still, he didn't get all these years by sitting around in his house, he was a busy professional.  And his work sometimes required him to leave for as long as a few weeks.

He had you come and see him off at the hangar, Officer Leon not far behind as you kissed your father on the cheek and bid him safe travels.  

You loved when he left, it gave you a lot more freedom.  But Raymond didn't know that, he just knew you were a billionaire's youngest daughter left alone in a massive mansion, and you'd already had planned for weeks how you could use that to your advantage.

You knew he was outside your door, you could see the shadow of his boots through the crack between the wood and the plush rug.  Fighting off a little smile, you whimpered softly— but not too soft, he needed to hear it.  The first one didn't seem to work, so you dropped your head and did it again.

He swung open the door a second later, and though he seemed relieved to find you alone and not being kidnapped or something, he still had to ask: "Are you alright?"

You sniffled and wiped at your eye, acting like you were trying to hide your tears as if it all wasn’t a performance in the first place.  “Daddy’s gone away,” you pouted, “and left me all by myself… m’so lonely, Mr. Leon.”

“Officer,” he corrected, but his voice faltered when you looked up at him with big, needy eyes.

“I don’t wanna be all alone,” you whimpered, “I need somebody to take care of me… protect me…”

You rubbed your thighs together as you sat on the bed, toying with the lacy hem of your nightgown.

“Somebody big and strong,” you continued as he crossed his arms, “like you.”

His stare was icier than ever, yet those eyes still could’ve melted you if you let them.

“Will you be my new daddy while he’s gone?” you asked sweetly, biting your lip, and he tensed his jaw as he looked away.

“What do you get out of toying with me?” he asked sharply.

“Fucked, hopefully,” you smiled.  

“You know, I’ve known a lot of women,” he informed you; you had no idea where he was going with this, but you liked how it started.  “Rich, poor— prostitutes, politicians— young, or just young-looking.  But I don’t think I’ve ever met such a brainless, insatiable little whore as you.”

You stood up from the bed, stepping closer to him carefully.  “Really?” you smiled, taking it as a compliment, and that only angered him further.

“What is it that makes you think you can get whatever you want?” he wondered, his blue eyes like daggers as he glared at you. 

“Experience,” you shrugged, reaching up to trace a finger over his lapel, but he batted it away harshly.  “Ooh,” you breathed, “you’re a mean daddy, hm?  The type that believes in lots of discipline?”

He didn’t respond, even when you stepped so close that your body was nearly touching his.

“I can be a good girl,” you promised sweetly, “for you.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he snapped.

“Let me prove it, daddy,” you purred, “just give me a chance…”

You leaned in, wondering if he’d let you kiss him— he hadn’t backed away, but he hadn’t relaxed out of his bodyguard posture, either.

“Just make me yours,” you pleaded under your breath, lips nearly brushing against his.

Before you even realized he’d given in, he slammed you back against the wall with a hand around your neck, the other instantly grabbing you between the legs, and you mewled joyfully.  “Fuck,” he snarled, like he was just as frustrated with himself as with you; his gloved hand roughly navigated up under your nightgown and into your panties.  

Two leather-covered fingers slid inside you, and you arched your back up off the wall.  

“Needy whore,” he grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper into you, making you whimper as your knees almost buckled.  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned happily, though he slapped you across the face hard with his other hand right after you said it, and you yelped as you clutched your cheek.

“I’m not your fucking daddy,” he spat at you.  “Such a goddamn brat— if I was your daddy, you’d have some fucking manners.”

“Teach me,” you begged, “fuck, please— I need to learn.  Teach me right now.”

He let go of you, and pulled his fingers out of you, and stepped back slightly as he shed the gloves and his long coat.  “Get on your fucking knees,” he growled, watching you slide along the wall onto the floor.  

You didn’t need to be told what to do after that, you simply smiled as you reached up to rub the bulge in his pants.  Unbuckling his belt for him, you had to catch your breath when you realized how big he was.  

He smirked when you whimpered slightly while taking it out, stroking him as he got harder in your grip.  “More than you bargained for?” he wondered smugly.

“Nothing a brainless, insatiable little whore can’t handle,” you promised just before leaning forward and taking him into your mouth.  He gasped a little before humming in satisfaction, and you suckled as you swirled your tongue around his head, fitting what you could in your mouth and trying to coat the skin with your spit.

His hand suddenly held onto your hair when you started to bob your head, and he groaned when you choked slightly on the tip of him.  “Fuck,” he whispered, “yeah— like that, baby…”

You moaned around him, not just for show but a reaction to the satisfying weight of him on your tongue— and the slightly salty taste of leaking precum.  Your fingers brushed gently over his balls as you blinked up at him: you were pulling out all the stops, you wanted him to lose his mind over you even more than he already had.

He pushed your hair back, tilting your head further to meet your gaze.  You thought he might speak when he opened his mouth, but you gagged on him again and he just sighed.

Your hand wrapped around the rest of his length that you couldn't reach with your lips, stroking him in time with the way you bobbed your head; and your other hand couldn't help but reach down between your bent legs, pressing against your core— bare, as you'd already thought ahead and forgone panties— and making you hum at the smallest hint of friction.

You were just starting to set a rhythm with it, the bobbing of your head and the stroking of your hand and the way you swirled your tongue… but of course he had to throw you off and shove your head down, making you choke again unexpectedly, as he groaned at the feeling.  “S’what you wanted,” he reminded you, starting to roughly fuck your mouth.  “What you fucking wanted, right, little whore?”

You could only barely nod with him holding your head, and your clit throbbed just from the way he looked down at you with his teeth bared.

“Fuck, just need a cock to choke on,” he growled.  “Only way to shut you up, huh?”

He gave your throat a few more aggressive thrusts before pulling back, and you coughed and wiped your chin as you looked up at him.  “It’s not all I wanted,” you reminded him when you caught your breath, and he smiled at you in a condescending sort of way.

“Right,” he recalled, tilting his head, “you wanted to be fucked.  Poor thing.”

“Please, daddy?” you batted your eyelashes up at him, and he just laughed thinly.

“Nothing’s stopping you, princess,” he replied, holding his hands out, as if to suggest you come and take it.  You couldn’t resist an offer like that.

Standing up and grinning at him, you pushed him back by the shoulders and down onto the bed, straddling his lap.

He smirked up at you; “Really need it that bad, huh?” he mocked as you pulled your nightgown up over your head and tossed it aside quickly.

“Uh huh,” you agreed with a nod, “need you so bad— you’ll let me ride your big cock, right, daddy?  Please?”

But you were already lining him up to your entrance and sinking down, and you both groaned loudly as he filled you.  “God, it’s so wet,” he hissed, watching you gasp as you lowered yourself further.  “You get that wet just from sucking cock?  Fuckin’ slut.”

Your eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock pressed further than you thought possible.  “Fuck, daddy,” you moaned, “you’re so deep…”

“Yeah,” he panted in agreement, “can’t believe that little pussy’s taking all of me…”

You started to grind on him right away, holding onto his shoulders as you rocked your hips desperately.  “Oh my god, oh my god,” you chanted, “it’s s-so good, it feels so good—”

He bit his lip as he watched you, and you loved how it felt to have those steely eyes looking up and down your body as you moved.

You'd been sort of on edge the whole time, sucking him off and all— not to mention that the foreplay with you and Raymond had started, in your mind, months ago when he was first hired.  The satisfaction of finally having him exactly where you wanted him was nearly as good as the physical sensation… but it did feel incredible, the curve of his cock rubbing up against your spot with so much pressure that you shuddered all over.

His hands ran over your body, the strength of them more than apparent even when he was touching you somewhat delicately, and you moaned as his rough fingers punched your nipples.

You shifted from grinding down on him to properly bouncing up and down, arching your back to get the perfect angle as you both groaned.  "Fucking tight," he mumbled his praise.

You held on tighter to his shirt, really wishing you could see him without it, but there was something hot about him still being in his uniform… especially when you were totally naked.  It probably made him think he had more power over you, which was exactly what you wanted him to think.

Moving faster, you felt the pressure building inside you already, pulsing and swelling as you let your head drop forward to look down at him looking jus perfect underneath you.

He grabbed you by the neck, only to be unexpectedly sweet and pull you down into a kiss— but it was still a hungry, dominating kiss, one that made you whine and tense up inside as he tasted all over your tongue and mouth.  And he didn’t let go of your neck, either, in fact he tightened his grip just enough to make you choke out a raspy moan against his lips, which you felt smirk a moment later.  

“So good, daddy,” you mumbled into the last moments of the kiss.  His hands moved down to your body, following your movements, and you pulled back enough to look at his face closely.  “You’re so fucking good, daddy,” you praised again.

He groaned and held your waist tighter, making you hum and smile.  "Little slut," he scolded through his teeth as you moved faster.  “Show daddy how you make yourself come.”

You beamed as he really accepted the title for the first time.  Sitting up higher and bouncing faster, you moaned loudly as you chased your high: shocks of sensation hit inside you, faster and faster the longer you continued.

You grabbed his hands off your hips and pinned them down beside his head, riding him harder while he smirked up at you.  "So desperate," he cooed— but you could hear in his voice that he was close, too.

Whimpering at the feeling, you felt your walls bearing down on him as it nearly hit you— it was sort of difficult to come like this, since you could only move so fast, but the way it was drawn out just made you sure it would build up even stronger and hit you harder.

“Fuck, get off,” he warned, “gonna come.”

You grinned, biting your lip, and kept grinding your hips.

“Get up,” he demanded, but you just tightened your grip on his wrists.  “Fuck, are you—?”

“Shh, m’close,” you scolded, feeling him try to struggle under you— but he was flexing inside you, too, and you knew he couldn’t hold back forever.  He was obviously more than strong enough to fight you off if he really wanted, but it wasn’t about your body overpowering his— it was about you forcing him to give in to his instincts… to temptation.

“I swear to fucking god,” he groaned through his teeth, “if you don’t fucking get off me right now—”

“I’m coming, daddy!” you announced suddenly as you bounced on him even more fervently.  “Oh my god, daddy, m’coming on your big cock!  Yes!”

It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but you were definitely playing it up and giving him a real show as you tossed your head back, screamed out his name, dug your nails into his wrists— you wanted him to be totally helpless to you for just that moment.  “Fuck!” he groaned, and you laughed excitedly as his cock pulsed inside you, heat flooding between your legs and his head falling back onto the mattress with the most gorgeous fucked-out look on his face.  

“Oh fuck, come in me, daddy,” you demanded, rocking your hips and squeezing him tight for every drop, “wanna be so fucking full—”

He groaned through his teeth as it all started to die down a bit, scrunching his face up for a second before relaxing under you again; you felt his cock pump just a few more times, weaker than before, and you hummed proudly.

“God— oh my god—” he panted out, opening his eyes wide as he started to catch his breath, looking at you like you were crazy.  You just laughed and bit your lip as you finally stopped moving.  “What the fuck did you just do?” he snapped, but he still whimpered a bit when you deliberately clenched your walls around him.

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “I just really needed some come inside me— been really in the mood to get bred lately—”

You giggled as he grabbed you and threw you down onto the bed, turning you both over as he held your arms tight and pulled out— he blinked quickly, his lips slack and still a little stained from your pink gloss, as he watched his come leak out of your pussy.  “Fuck,” he snarled, clearly trying to use his anger and panic to hide how much it turned him on.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  Do you realize what fucking happens if you get—?”

“Pregnant?” you finished for him, licking your lips excitedly.  “Doesn’t it sound so hot though?  You knocking me up, getting me all nice and full with your baby, ‘cause I’m so young and fertile— and then you can be a real daddy—”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he spat, sitting back at little on the bed and running his hands over his face in dismay.  “You’re— oh god— I can’t believe this is happening—”

“Calm down, grumpypants,” you scolded with a smile as you sat up and looked at him closer.  “I’m on the pill, haven’t missed one in years.”

Ray’s terrified expression fell into relief and frustration simultaneously.  “Fucking— you could’ve told me that before,” he frowned, dropping his hands to his sides.

“But then I would’ve missed out on your little meltdown,” you laughed proudly.  “You looked cute like that, panicking and thinking you really got me pregnant.”

He watched you get up out of the bed and snag your silk robe from off of a hook on the wall, slipping it on as you walked to the bathroom.  You looked over your shoulder at him as you turned the door’s golden handle, smirking when you saw the dumbfounded look on his face.

“I think I could use a bath,” you explained, “care to join me, big boy?”

The look on his face was that sort of incredulous denial— like he couldn’t believe that you’d ask him that, expecting him to ever want to be near you again after pulling that stunt.  “Are you serious?!” he choked.

“Of course,” you laughed, “I’m not in a joking mood anymore.  Are you coming or not?”

He laughed in bewilderment and looked around for a moment, before sighing in relent.  “Yeah, I am,” he admitted, sliding off the bed to come join you.  You smirked to yourself; these boys are simply too easy.

#raymond leon x reader #raymond leon smut #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader

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meant for each other - j.m x fem!reader

posted april 30th, 2023, 9:23 pm

pure fucking fluff this is so cutesy im sry

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“What do you see in him?” 

Sarah’s question made you laugh. What did you see in him? Please,

When you looked at JJ you saw the stars that scattered the sky the night you shared your first kiss, you saw the sunlight coming in through your curtain, shining perfectly over the boy lying fast asleep in your bed. You saw the waves crashing against you in the most comforting way possible. 

When you looked at JJ you saw your safe space, your future, and a slight fear of ever relating to “the one that got away” by Katy Perry. This is ironic considering your entire life you’ve been practically preaching words like “You’re 16 he’s not the love of your life, he’s just some boy, don’t worry, the pain will end” but now you get it because if anything were to happen you probably wouldn’t shower a lot and you’d cry so much you’d end up the most dehydrated you’ve ever been.

But as Sarah and Kie giggled beside you, you didn’t say all that. You simply responded, “What do you see in john b and fucking Topper?” 

This threw the three of you into another fit of laughter as Kiara seconded what you said and Sarah defended her taste in men. You let her, and all of her points were valid. You didn’t defend your taste because it seemed impossible for anyone to understand.

And for the most part, you were right. Your friends would watch as you laughed at a stupid joke JJ made or how fast he’d do something simply because you’re the one who asked (“jj open this beer for me?” “Yes, ma’am”), they’d watch as you scold him for the hundredth time through tears because he takes the phrase “ride or dies” far too literally for your liking. They noticed every single time that JJ sat down how he’d nod towards you as a signal to come to sit by him, and how you happily obliged every time, whether it be in his lap or on the floor in front of him. (though when this is the case he’ll have you switch places while making some dirty joke about sitting between your legs which always ends in you shoving his shoulder and him using your thigh as a pillow). They notice how gentle you act towards him whenever there's a new bruise on his cheek or cut on his lip. They notice all of it and for the last 2 years (1 year and 3 months of friendship, 8 months of something more) John B will say “They’re meant for each other,” and his two friends would nod and hum in agreement. Sarah caught on fairly fast to how you two were. The dynamic of two people who would do anything to prevent losing all they had.

The first time she fully noticed just how bad it was, happened a while back when John B was getting arrested and the cops had you all surrounded. 

She saw the look that flashed in your eyes when you saw JJ prepping his gun for whatever idiotic idea he had in mind, she saw the sirens going off in your head as he watched John B direct JJ’s plan elsewhere and give himself up. The sirens didn’t stop until all of the cop cars and boats were scattering back to where they belonged. Leaving the group of pogues without their friend. But all you could think of was the image of your boyfriend murdered in front of you by a bunch of cops. Because yeah it didn’t happen but what if it had? Sarah had seen the way you pushed JJ back just to grab fistfuls of his shirt and bring him right back to you, “what the fuck was that, JJ? Huh? If they had even seen that gun you’d be bleeding out right now, No actually you’d probably be fucking dead” Pope tried to intervene but he was quickly shut up by Kiara pulling him back to her side, silently telling him to leave you be. JJ was quiet, his eyes rapidly moving to follow the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks, his hands softly placed on your wrists to try and keep your hands from shaking more than they already had been. 

“You always say that stupid shit about having nothing to lose but I fucking do JJ and it’s you, you’re what I have to lose and if you ever do some stupid shit like that again I swear to god-” 

And at that moment, as Sarah saw you practically fall into him, sobbing into his shoulder while he held you together, she realized.

She saw what you saw, she saw everything you had, everything you needed, who happened to come in the form of a pretty and reckless teenage boy.

Now, months later, she watched as you were twirled in a circle by that very same boy. Smiling and Laughing as you danced under the tree lights at the chateau. 

“They’re meant for each other” This time it was Sarah saying it, with a soft smile on her lips. Four people agreed in hums and nods. “They've always been like that?” Cleo’s question was immediately answered by groans and laughs, “only since the beginning of time,” Pope replied, “it’s like they're in their own little disgusting world,” Kie joked.

“I think it’s sweet,” Sarah said, “me too,” John B agreed.

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagines #outer banks imagines #obx imagine #Spotify

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS:Leon is a rookie cop who needs an instructor for practical classes, you. But you're so damn pretty that he can't control himself.

PAIRING: Rookie cop¡RE2Leon x Instructor¡F¡Reader

WORD COUNT:1.478k

WARNINGS: SMUT/NSFW Sub¡Leon. Male!Masturbation. Virgin!Leon. Whimpering mess!Leon. Pervert!Leon.

NOTES:This was my first work for tumblr, so this might not represent what I'm actually writing like at the moment. In fact, i envolved a lot since this one.

It have the part 2 of this post, check it please!

Leon is a dedicated rookie. Since he arrived, he's always studying and taking notes of everything his boss says. With a notepad and a pen, everything that is said to him (even if it's a lie) he will write down and study about it. He will do a long research every day and tries to get better every time, like he's in a competition, but he's too kind to think he is superior to others, no, he's not that type of guy. One day, his boss was doing a speech, and Leon was writing down what he was saying, his boss would obviously notice and ask him why.

—"Leon Kennedy…are you taking notes of my speech?"

He lifts his head immediately and faces his boss, his coworkers looking at him too.

—"Y-Yes…sir."

The boss would only look at him and chuckle softly, nodding without saying a word more. And how could he not feel proud of this dedicated rookie? He is the most excited to work here, and this is adorable. When he notices the potential of Leon Kennedy, he decides to make him even better, by giving him some new classes that will make him even more experienced.

—"I found someone that will teach you some practical classes. Like how to hold a gun properly, how to defend citizens, how to approach enemies or victims, all of this stuff. You will learn that before the others. Would you like those extra classes, Leon?"

And oh, of course he will accept. He's looking at his boss with his eyes sparkling, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging a lot now.

It's his first day of extra classes, he's the only one in the police station right now, sitting on a chair while waiting for his instructor while his leg goes up and down in full anxiety. He's playing with his own fingers, trying to distract himself for a while. The cracky door suddenly opens and Leon gets up to greet his instructor, who is superior to him.

—"Uhm, hello! I'm Leon Kennedy, nice to meet you."

He offers his hand to a hand shake and looks up to see the person in front of him. It's a pretty woman, who chuckles at his good humor and shakes his hands. She has soft hands and a scent that is as sweet as her smile. Leon had his mouth a little open in surprise, he could almost drool at this wonderful woman.

—"Nice to meet you, Leon." You tell him your name, greeting him back with a soft smile, he's adorable. He can't help but look at every feature of you, looking up and down rapidly and trying to hide that he was staring at you. You're just so beautiful…he can't help himself.

After a while looking at everything about you, Leon finally snaps out and starts to remember why are you here, he needs to focus on the practical class. He's holding a gun while pointing to the shooting dummy, a little goofy while holding it, and he suddenly feels a hot breath against his ear, chuckling while wrapping hands in his to show him how to hold it right.

–"Hold it like this, Leon…" You taught him, your soft voice going inside his brain and making him shiver. He gulps down and as you tell him, your body is very close to his and he's almost sweating.

And this is a torture to Leon now, each friday, it's the day that he does the practical classes. Right now, he's a bit more comfortable around you, but each class he seems more distracted with something. He's indeed distracted, because of you. Using some tight shorts that almost shows your butt, making your legs exposed and your thighs being suffocated in those shorts. Walking around Leon, going close to him and teaching him like that would only drive him crazy.

One day, he was out of his mind, he took a picture with his phone of you, walking through the police station with those slutty shorts and tight clothes. He took the picture without you knowing and kept it for himself, everyday looking at it and biting his lips in desire, that is so wrong…

He shouldn't be doing that, he knows. He's on his bed, panting heavily while his abs shakes softly at the pain. Leon bites his lips, almost making it bleed while trying to hold his obsenic sounds he's doing, he's feeling so guilty for doing this. But how could he hold himself with such a pretty instructor like you? Your voice is framed on his brain while his hands go up and down at his throbbing dick, all red and the tip already leaking pre cum while he jerks off to the picture he took of you.

–"Im sorry…im sososo sorry…." Leon is almost crying, he's been overstimulating himself for a while now, like he's been denying his own orgasm to punish himself for doing this. It's so wrong, he shouldn't be doing this. After this time, his poor cock was in pain, Leon had watery eyes, looking for a release after all this time punishing himself for doing that. He feels like a dirty pervert, and maybe he really is.

–"Nnggh…oh my god…im soooorry…"

Some tears run down his red cheek, all his face is red while he does that, he's embarrassed for his behavior. But his body keeps doing, hands going up and down while he shakes and begs for your sorry, even if you're not listening to it, if you would, you would never look at his face again. Leon is so close, his mind is blurry at this point, his hips cups his own hands in pure desire, he's about to cum after torturing himself, and the release is everything he can think right now. But his phone vibrates before he could cum, not showing your picture on the screen anymore, and Leon just sobs like a child before seeing that is a unknown number calling him, he sighs and take a deep breath before answering the call, his hand static on his dick while his dick hurts for more.

—"I'm sorry for calling so late, Leon. I just want you to know that i can't go tomorrow for our class, so you don't need to stay at the police station. By the way, i got your number from your boss if you're wondering."

Leon became silent for a while on the call, and you can hear him breathing heavily for a while before answering you.

—"O-Oh…it's you. Uhm, it's okay, thanks for letting me know."

He says rapidly, like he's in a rush. Only listening to your voice would be enough for him to cum at this voice call, he has to end it quickly.

—"So, i just called you for that, sorry for bothering, you seem occupied."

He gulps down and stares at his own cock throbbing again while listening to your soft voice. Leon bites his own lips, containing himself. "Quick, end this call" he thinks, but he doesn't want to be rude with you.

–"Yes, yes. I-I…have to go, I'm sorry. Goodbye!" Leon says in a sudden urge, leaving you with a raised eyebrow. He touches the screen to end the call, not even hearing your answer, he can't take this much longer, after all.

His body shivers completely, while he's panting heavily, jerking himself again at a fast pace, very needy of this, he's not even trying to hide his whimpers and moans now, he's calling your name and begging to cum. He's close again, his mind is a little dizzy while he closes his eyes to the desired release, letting himself finally cum after all of this.

Leon is a virgin, so he only masturbates himself sometimes. After he cums, it makes him completely messy, his face all red, his abs dirty in his own cum while he tries to recover. He's trying to recover his breath slowly, recovering his mind too as well, he had never cum a lot like that. And you're the reason for that, you make him feel desperate like that.

–"Leon Kennedy…I heard you."

His eyes go wide as he listens to your voice, searching for you at every inch of his dark room. Just to find his phone, still on that call. Leon was so desperate to cum, that he didn't end up the call like he thought, and you had to listen to this show he made for you. Calling your name while jerking himself like a desperate puppy in heat. He's so embarrassed, he doesn't know what to answer now, he picks his phone on the bed and leans his ear closer to it. You will hate him now, he's sure about this. He's a dirty pervert, and you know that.

#fanfic #leon kennedy #re2 leon #smut #leon x you #leon x reader #leon x fem reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #fictionalslvr

[stainedstardom]

I am DESPERATE for some chad meeks x reader with some hints of ethan having a crush on reader

maybe some angst with the richie shrine scenes and ethan revealing himself and revealing the crush and saying something about being glad he killed chad because of reader or something like that and reader is pissed and curses him to the moon and back so quinn stabs her in the arm and ethans just like ":(" maybe reader ends up killing him brutally instead of tara with some sprinkles of fluff near the end with reader finding out chads alive

FINALLY THANK THE LORD. THE SUN IS SHINING, THE BIRDS ARE SINGING AND I AM DANCING. WE LOVE CHAD HERE, ALSO JEALOUS ETHAN.

YOU'RE NOT DEAD

chad meeks martin x reader with a sprinkle of one-sided love on ethans side

he was gone. he was dead and there was nothing you could do about it, what do you do when you lose the one person you truly deeply love? do you fight back or do you let yourself lose?

if you knew the answer you wouldnt be here. you wouldn't be standing in front of quinn, ethan and detective bailey as they all stood in their ghost faces robs. your hand held taras, you knew what it felt like to lost someone you loved. her with amber and you with chad.

"why? why'd you do it?" you asked ethan and he laughed. he walked towards you but you backed up. you saw the look in his eyes and you didn't like it but you wouldn't say that.

"i had to get you away from chad, he's a literal alpha named chad. fuck it felt good to kill him! now I have you to myself" he stated and you backed up.

"fuck you ethan, i wont ever be with you. i don't want anything to do with you. you're going to fucking die, you cunt ass whore" you told him. quinn stepped to you and sliced your arm

"ow fuck" you yelled. ethan had a frown on his face and you shook your head.

"RUN" tara yelled as she grabbed your hand. you held hers as she held sams and you all ran, at some point they let go and you got separated.

"ohhh y/n, where are you?" you heard and you sighed. you needed to do this , for chad.

"FUCKING ASSHOLE" you yelled as you jumped from your hiding place and punched him in the face. you grabbed the knife from his hand and you stabbed him in his side.

"i wont ever be yours" you said as you took the knife out and stabbed his other side. you stared him in his eyes and smiled

"die a virgin you fucking bitch" you said and you swiped the knife as you gutted him. you heard a gun shot come from somewheres. you looked down at ethans dead body. you dropped the knife and went to find the girls. sam held a gun as she stared at quinns dead body, detective bailey laid next to her.

"we're all alive?" sam said and you nodded. you walked forward and you hugged them. the cops were called , you walked out and there in an ambulance was chad.

"chad?" you said and he turned to you. he removed the oxygen mask as you ran over. you put your hands on his face and looked him over.

"whos blood is this?" he asked as he looked at your hands and your body.

"its ethans, i killed him" you told him and he smiled.

"and i thought that i couldnt find you more attractive" he stated and you leaned in and kissed him as he kissed you back and you both smiled into the kiss. he held your waist as you held his face.

it felt good to have him back. chad was alive and safe, he was still yours.

A/N: first chad ask and i feel so amazing.

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin x y/n #chad meeks martin x you #scream 6 #scream #scream fanfic #mason gooding

[erynaster]

Hi! This is a request I've asked other writers on the site, but I'd love to see your take on the idea!

I'd like to request a Wednesday x Venom!Reader, with Wednesday discovering the reader's secret by following him around...

Love your stuff, btw!

Of course! And thank you. :>

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Venomous Encounters

Summary: You and your symbiote wind up in a different world, where you attempt to start a new life for the both of you.

Word Count: 1,762

Pairing(s): Male!Venom!Reader x Wednesday Addams

Warning(s): Slight gore, slight violence

A/N: This one turned out much better than expected. I hope you all enjoy!

"This is a stupid idea."

Your symbiote says in your ear, as you peer around a corner to survey a holdup taking place by the cash register.

"Since when were you my voice of reason, Ven?" You whisper back, taking note of the gun pointed at the head of the frightened cashier standing behind the counter.

"It would be unwise to do anything to draw attention to us right now. Need I remind you that this is not our home universe. Uncharted territory." The symbiote warns you with a tone of urgency.

You grit your teeth. "Yeah, you've got that right."

It was only yesterday when you and Venom had suddenly appeared in this new world, which was startlingly similar to your own. You were just leaping from rooftop to rooftop when all of a sudden a strange light had engulfed you and transported you in the middle of a dark forest. Finding your bearings, you had stumbled upon a town called Jericho, where you and Venom decided to lay low for the time being.

But now, you were hungry.

Very hungry.

Your symbiote's hunger was your own. And by now, it was running out of nutrients to sustain the both of you.

That was all about to change at this very moment.

"We've got no choice, Ven. It's now or never." You whisper, just as black goo begins to engulf your body, permeating through your skin and wrapping around each and every one of your limbs.

A long, black tendril shoots out and grabs the offender by the wrist, causing him to drop the gun in surprise. He turns in your direction, and his face pales in utter terror.

Where your face was was nothing but rows of sharp, white teeth, and as the man's eyes searched for yours, they found nothing but two blank white sclerae, the lack of irises quite disturbing. As he mouths wordlessly, you can feel your jaw open as three words escape your lips.

"We... are Venom."

Lunging forward, you give the man no time to scream as your jaw closes around his neck, your symbiote's hunger satisfied at last.

...

Wednesday Addams stands outside the convenience store, just in front of the police tape circling the establishment. Amidst the wailing sirens, a white-faced employee was testifying to a police officer that he had seen a hulking black monster rip off the head of a man right in front of his eyes, before escaping through the door and leaping out of sight in the direction of the forest.

Now, Wednesday loved a good mystery. And this was yet another one of the strange occurrences that have happened to the town in the span of time that she had been at Nevermore.

Monsters and murders were her specialty, apparently.

She walks over to the police officer, who was observing two men carry out a body bag coming from the establishment.

Noting the absence of a bulge where the head should be, Wednesday tears her eyes away from the corpse to speak with the cop.

"Which direction did he say the monster was headed?"

The cop jumps in surprise at being addressed, looking Wednesday up and down as though sizing her up.

Deciding that she was no threat, he nods, pointing in the direction of the woods.

"There, into the forest. You better stay indoors, miss. It's not safe out here tonight."

Ignoring the last comment, Wednesday heads in the direction that the officer pointed out, with all intentions of getting to the bottom of this bloody mystery once and for all.

...

"That was reckless! Stupid!"

Venom yells in your ear as you jump from branch to branch, your clawed hands finding traction as you heave yourself from tree to tree with surprising agility and stealth.

"Who are you to tell me I'M being reckless, Ven? You were never the subtle type, either." You retort, surprised at your symbiote's wary behavior.

The symbiote groans.

"We drew far too much attention with that meal! That place will be swarming with cops, investigators, reporters! It won't be safe to return!"

You stop your travel momentarily by leaping onto an overhanging branch, catching your breath for a moment as the black goo seeps back into your flesh.

"A pity. I really liked that town, it's small, cozy, quaint..."

"You can't possibly be thinking of staying, now are you?"

"You can't blame me. It'll be a chance for us to start over. Where no one knows our name."

"We are the Lethal Protector! We do not 'settle down'. We go where the wind takes us!"

You don't answer, now that the sound of rustling leaves caught both your attention.

"Someone's coming."

Venom morphs himself all around you once more, scanning your surroundings like a predator stalking its prey.

A figure wanders into view, inspecting a few broken branches that you had left in your wake. They linger for a moment next to the trunk of a tree, where claw marks could be seen etched upon its surface.

"Told you so."

Venom extends a tendril and quietly lowers you just behind the figure, and you land on the ground noiselessly. Standing six feet tall, you pose menacingly as you wait for the figure to sense your presence, and for a confrontation to begin.

The figure stiffens up, finally aware that they were not alone. In one swift motion, they draw a sword from seemingly out of nowhere and whip around, pointing it straight at your heart.

The two of you stare at each other, at a loss for words.

It was a woman. A young, dark-haired girl with pigtails, a pale white face, and an emotionless expression. There was something about her cold, expressionless stare that felt almost deadly, and this was something that you strangely admired, odd as though it was in the moment.

On her part, she didn't know what she was looking at. Of course, she had an idea of what to expect, but it was certainly not this. A hulking, black figure with rows of sharp, white teeth, with two blank sclerae for eyes staring curiously into her own. And though the sight of you would send just about anybody else screaming and running in the other direction, there was something about you that was oddly mesmerizing for her. Something intriguing.

She lowers her sword, letting it fall to her side as she looks you up and down, as though sizing up her opponent.

"... What are you?"

Venom smiles, opening up half of its face to reveal your own, causing the young girl's eyes to widen in shock.

"We are Venom." You say in unison, just as Venom starts to retreat back into your body, leaving you rather exposed.

The young girl continues staring.

"You're human."

You grin. "Well... mostly."

You didn't know what to do. Instinct was pulling at your every nerve, telling you that this woman was dangerous and that fleeing was the best option at the moment. But... you couldn't.

"Who are you?" You ask. "Where am I? What is this place?"

Her gaze turns cold.

"I think that I have the liberty of asking the questions first. You just committed a murder, and that blood on your hands gives you no right to be asking questions just yet. So I will ask you again. What are you?"

You sigh. Though it was in your very power to leave, you decided that it would be best to make fewer enemies and more friends, dare you say the word. And to do that you would need to cooperate.

"I am Y/N L/N. I am a human. And I have this parasite—"

"PARASITE?!"

"—sorry, I meant symbiote. I have this symbiote that lives inside my body, and he gives me all these powers that I have. I'd be dead without him."

"Damn right!"

The woman merely stares at you coldly, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits "Where did the two of you come from?"

You shrug. "Not here. We think... We think we may be from another universe, and that we somehow managed to wind up in this one. Don't ask me how, I'm just as lost as you are."

The young girl's gaze turns even colder, if that was even possible.

"Parallel realities, you say?"

You couldn't tell whether she believed you or not.

Taking the opportunity to speak up, you clear your throat and step forward.

"I didn't quite catch your name there, Miss...?"

She glares daggers at you.

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams. And we're not done yet, Y/N. I still have some questions."

"Fire away." You sigh wearily.

"Why did you murder that man?" She shoots, her eyes glaring at you with full intensity by now.

You sigh.

"We had to. He was gonna shoot if we didn't stop him." You smile sadly. "It's... kind of what we do. Back home, we're the Lethal Protector."

"The what?"

At her words, Venom pops out his head next to yours, causing Wednesday to back away a few paces.

"The Lethal Protector! Protect the innocent! Crush the wicked!"

Wednesday stares at the grinning, toothy head suspended in midair next to you, before turning her gaze back to you.

"There are cops looking for you. They will find you if you're not careful."

Wait, was she letting you go?

"You're letting us go? Just like that?" You ask, hardly daring to believe it.

Wednesday nods.

"I see no reason to doubt your integrity as of yet, seeing as how you've demonstrated that your intentions are, for lack of better wording, not bad." She looks you up and down. "Take care out there."

She turns to leave, leaving you just as befuddled as you were when she came.

"Wait!"

You call out, causing her to spin in place at the sound of your voice.

"What?" She asks, sounding a bit annoyed.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Will I get to see you again?"

Wednesday ponders this for a moment.

"Don't count on it." She turns, walking in the other direction.

Venom engulfs you once again as she leaves, and you scale a nearby tree as you begin to make your way deeper into the woods.

"You like her."

Your symbiote purrs in your ear, it's tone sounding both accusatory and amused.

"Shut up. We just met. And besides, she was only trying to help." You retort, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Well... I like her!"

Venom declares triumphantly, but your mind is preoccupied with other matters.

You really hope that you would see her again.

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[silent-stories]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: you talk with Eddie before the final battle with Vecna.

I wrote this after more than a month of not writing anything and I don't know how to feel about it. Maybe it sucks, maybe not. Feel free to tell me.

You leaned your back against the van that Eddie had hotwired just hours before, sitting on the ground and distancing yourself from the others for a few moments.

One of your hands played with the blades of grass that covered the clearing where you had stopped to get ready for the final fight with Vecna, the other held a loaded gun.

If someone had told you a few years earlier that you would find yourself fighting monsters coming from another dimension with a group of children, that Nancy Wheeler would teach you how to shoot and that you would risk your life to protect a boy the whole city ​​believed to be a murderer, you would have laughed. You would have said it was impossible.

But now you found yourself there, watching those kids who you wished hadn't had to grow up so quickly sharpen spears and load rifles, wondering if everything would go according to plan that night.

You heard Eddie and Dustin's laughter and couldn't help but smile even though you had no idea what they were saying (you had always found Dustin's laughter extremely contagious and you loved his metalhead friend's smile, even if you wouldn't have never admitted it), your gaze then fell on Erica and Lucas, who gave a thumbs up when Eddie yelled to ask how it was going.

You knew you weren't the only one who was anxious about what would happen and what could happen, there were so many things that could have gone wrong that night and maybe, being alone with your thoughts hadn't been a good idea.

You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach and you couldn't make it go away or understand what exactly it was.

What if Vecna ​​manages to get Max this time? What if someone finds out Eddie is with you? What if the demo bats are too much to handle this time? What if you can't save Hawkings?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Out of fright, you almost raised your gun and shot. You were grateful you didn't.

Eddie cocked his head slightly to the side, probably studying your expression and trying to figure out if it was his presence that made you jump. "Did I scare you?"

You wondered if it was usual for him to think that he scared people, if it happened so many times that someone had a reaction like that when they saw him that he had come to think that he was the problem.

His kind brown eyes looked at you almost worriedly and you just couldn't understand how people thought he was a murderer, that he was scary.

"Well, I mean, didn't they ever tell you that you shouldn't approach armed people like this, Munson?" You asked with a smirk, leaving the gun on the ground.

He shrugged casually, secretly relieved that you didn't seem fazed by his presence, still standing in front of you as you looked up at him, “now that you mention it, maybe a cop, once.”

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly.

"Can i sit?" He asked, pointing to the space on the ground next to you.

As if you could ever say no to him.

"Sure. I'm not going to shoot you, if it makes you feel better."

He chuckled, the chain attached to his jeans jingling as he took a seat next to you and his shoulder brushed against yours.

"I had no idea you knew how to use a gun." He said.

“Can't a girl have a hobby now?”

He rolled his eyes, you glimpsed a smile that he tried hard to hide on his lips. "Jesus Christ, this girl is so rude."

You laughed at his comment, then the two of you stayed silent for a few moments, your gazes moving from your friends still talking to each other and sharpening weapons, to the sky clear thanks to the sun's rays that would soon give way to the darkness of the night.

“Do you think everything will be okay?” You asked after a while.

"Of course it'll be okay. And aren't you like... an expert at this stuff? Henderson said you've basically spent the last three years killing demogorgons."

You laughed. "I think he exaggerated just a little."

"And I think you're discrediting yourself."

You sighed. “Do you really think everything is going to be okay?”

"Yes, and then I can't die yet. I have... things to do."

The way he said it like it was something he said every day made you laugh out loud. "Things to do?"

"Yeah, it seems I haven't become a rock star yet and... I haven't asked you out yet."

"Oh. And when are you going to do that?"

"Well, you know, not many people like metal and at the moment we only play at the Hide-"

“I meant asking me out." You chuckled.

"Ohh. When we get out of this shitty situation and it's all over, 'cause my poor heart can only take one thing at a time." He raised a hand to his chest in a tragic manner.

“Your heart?”

"Exactly, what if you say no? I can't fight monsters and be disappointed in love in the same day."

You laughed again.

"Hey! I'm serious!" He lightly bumped your shoulder with his.

"I'm sorry!" You continued laughing.

Eddie snorted. “What's so funny?”

"Sometimes I wonder how your head works. I would have said yes, dumbass."

“Okay, I know I'm not the best and you definitely deserve someone much better than me but I promise- wait what?” He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly turning his head towards you, realizing what you had just said.

"I would like to go out with you." You made it clear.

He eyed you suspiciously. "You are not kidding me."

It wasn't a question, it was more like a hesitant statement, as if he had never expected such an answer from you.

"I'm not, I swear." You promised.

"Okay... okay. That's cool. That's great." He nodded as he spoke, maybe to you, maybe to himself, "the problem is, it's going to take time before... you know, we find a solution to the problem of the... murders. And I don't know when, I mean- I really don't know when all this-"

"Eddie." You stopped his rambling, "I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere."

He looked at you with that hesitant and uncertain expression for the second time.

“Stop looking at me like you don’t believe me,” you laughed, “I promise we have a date. When this is all over.”

You seemed to see him let out a small sigh of relief but you couldn't swear to it.

“So…pizza and movies after we save Hawkings?” He asked then.

“Pizza and movies after we save Hawkings sound great to me.”

He chuckled, it wasn't even the weirdest conversation he'd had in the last week.

You hadn't even realized that during your brief talk with Eddie, that weird feeling in your stomach that made you think something was going to go wrong that night was almost gone. Almost.

Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe everything would have been fine and no one would have gotten hurt.

And now you had a date after you came back from the other dimension under Hawkings.

It didn't sound crazy at all.

Steve appeared before you with the expression of a mother scolding her children on his face, hands on his hips. "Are you two done? We have a town to save."

Eddie rolled his eyes, stood up and held out his hand for you to help you do the same.

"Are you ready for the most metal concert ever?"

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[britany1997]

bestie it's the one who swept you off your feet. I'm holding you at gun point with a question.

I read your rules, buuut I dunno if this counts as too specific. can you write the boys (or paul since he's delicious, your pick) with a s/o who likes to take stuff that doesn't belong to them for shits and giggles?

I just thought it'd be hilarious and I love you, mwah 💪🏻❤

Sticky Fingers

Of course I can write this for you!! I love you too bestie🫶🫶🫶 (you so right he is delicious🥵)

Paul x GN Reader

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You slithered through the crowd of unwitting tourist lining the boardwalk. Plucking a 20 from an unsuspecting lady’s handbag, slipping a watch off of a disgruntled businessman, too busy yelling into his phone to notice you, unclasping an expensive looking necklace from someone’s neck and clipping it onto your own.

Every night the boardwalk was like your own personal pawn shop, except you never had to pay a dime. You chuckled to yourself as you slipped the 20 into your pocket and skipped off to Max’s video.

You were about to stroll in to lift some lollipops from the jar at the front, when the sight of a blond boy standing next to a motor bike caught your eye. What was the harm in snagging one more wallet?

You sauntered over inconspicuously and reached into the pocket of his pants, but came back empty handed.

He whirled around to face you, “woahhh sugar, that’s usually my move,” he joked.

Your face flushed bright red and your mouth open and shut wordlessly as you tried to think up any kind of excuse.

“I squeeze back you know,” he told you as he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you close to him.

You were flabbergasted. You should have just stolen the candy.

You grabbed his hand as it began to slide lower, “woah, wow, um…this is such a big misunderstanding,” you laughed awkwardly.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “so you weren’t just tryna cop a feel?” he seemed disappointed.

“No! No. Absolutely not,” you assured him.

“Can I still-”

“No.”

He pouted.

“So what were you doing anyway,” he crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly.

In all the confusion, you hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him, but now with his blue eyes boring into yours, his blond hair framing his face, and his full lips pressed together, you were struck by how handsome he was.

“I was…trying to steal your wallet?” you blurted out.

Damn. This guy was really catching you off guard.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “I keep all my cash right here,” he slipped his shoe off and held it up to you. You peered in to see a bunch of crumpled, and slightly damp, dollar bills at the bottom.

“That’s disgusting,” you told him.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but you’re not gonna take ‘em are you?”

“Definitely not,” you said as your nose wrinkled in disgust.

He tapped his head with his finger, “not as dumb as I look huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows as he slipped his shoe back on.

“C’mon,” he said offering you his hand, “I’ll steal you an ice cream.”

You scoffed, taken aback, “after I just tried to rob you?”

He rolled his eyes, “the only thing you did was graze my ass,” he winked, “I’d still like to return the favor if you change your mind.”

You shook your head.

He chuckled, “I figured, I do still wanna get you ice cream though.”

“Why?” you asked dumbfounded.

“You’re fun and I like you,” he shrugged, “that seems like reason enough for me.”

“Name’s Paul by the way,” he said as he grasped your hand and pulled you along down the boardwalk.

The two of you stopped in front of an ice cream stand. Paul rested his head on your shoulder. “Can I have my rings back please?”

You blushed, fishing the rings out of your pockets and placing them in his hand.

He cleared his throat.

You gave him his bracelet too.

He slipped them back on like nothing had happened before fishing in his shoe for a fiver and handing it to the lady scooping icecream.

She grimaced before drying it off on her shirt and sticking it in the register.

“Thought you were gonna steal me some ice cream,” you raised an eyebrow.

He winked, “you’re worth the money,” he said handing you a cone.

You blushed, “thank you.”

He took your hand and led you to a bench.

As you sat down, he sat directly beside you, throwing an arm over the back of the bench as you were practically crushed into his side.

“Not enough bench for you,” you teased as you gestured to all the empty space.

He smiled, “I’m comfortable where I am,”

You laughed and licked your ice cream as Paul rambled on about his adventures on the boardwalk.

As he spoke you found yourself enjoying his company. He made you smile and laugh in a way no one else could, his carefree joy was contagious.

As the night continued, the crowd on the boardwalk dwindled till only the two of you were left.

Paul reached out to touch your cheek, “you have some ice cream on your lips,” he leaned in closer, “want me to get it for you?”

Your breath caught as you realized what he was asking, but you leaned in anyway, “yeah, go ahead”

He smiled and gently pressed his lips to yours. You felt your heart leap at how sweet he was as his mouth molded against yours.

Your hands tangled themselves in his blond locks as his tongue slid past your lips.

When you head began to feel fuzzy you pulled back for air.

“I may not let you take my jewelry,” Paul began, “but you can steal all the kisses you want sugar,” he winked.

“Was there ever really any ice cream on my lips,” you laughed.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sure there was at one point…”

You smiled as you pressed your lips against his once more.

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[tiredly101]

ok hear me out, i saw Clownsuu's art of wally but like, its a mafia AU Now i cant get the mafia AU out of my head- so like- Mafia AU Wally darling x Male!Singer! Reader? doesn't have to be the same as the AU plot as Clownsuu's AU i just need a mafia wally cuz there's NON. (P.S: Take care of yourself, drink water & take breaks! :) )

This is good! I already had a poll with similar idea holding the mafia au but this shall be a separate fic and I made reader know spanish! Hope you like it!

Devilish handsome singer

Pairing: Mafia leader! Wally Darling x Singer!Male reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Illustrated Mafia Au, picture made by @clownsuu!

Context: Gepeto is the same Gepeto from New Neighbor but he owns a bar that was bought by a mafia man instead of Male reader and only warning is one death mention! Mario may be Gepeto's boyfriend, I'm not sure yet, suggested to listen to Báilame by Nacho when M/n appears! And lastly M/n's outfit is basically my Welcome Home persona outfits because it just fitted perfectly!

Wally was sitting in an armchair playing with a gun, in front of him was a woman kneeled down, she was missing an eye and she was crying. She didn't pay in time but just when Wally was going to shot her Barnaby opened the door.

"Sorry to interrupt boss but Mario wants to meet at his bar, Gepeto's, in 30 instead of tomorrow," said Barnaby before walking out of the room with his pipe in hand. Wally sighted and shoot the woman in the head before walking out of the room. He changed in his usual outfit for business; rainbows pants with black suspenders, white shirt, red handerquief in a chocker style and his oversized blue blazer.

Wally was taken by Julie to the bar where Howdy open his door upon arrival. Wally walked inside the bar seeing multiple familiar faces who nodded in respect, this is one of the reasons he loves being the Welcome Home mafia leader since he was feared world wide.

"Mr. Darling! I'm glad you could make it in such short notice... Some issues happened with the secretary but not to worry I got rid of them," said Mario Genapetti while sitting down on the booth closest to the stage and made a sign for Wally to sit down while Howdy followed behind, ready to pounce if told so.

"Let's do business after the singer, you are in for a treat Mr. Darling," Wally sighted but nodded after all he did love some pleasure before business but that normally entitled having Howdy rough someone up so he can get a message across but he supposes that a singer would suffice for now.

The whole room went dark and people started cheering while footsteps could be heard in the stage and then a soft blue light fell on top of a guy; he had beautiful (s/c) skin, soft looking (h/c) hair, his eyes were covered by a black bandana that had a little rainbow drawn in it and he was wearing a dark red shirt that had on top of it a black corset that hugged his waist that was accompanied with some black dress pants.

The guys started singing in spanish while swaying his hips with each beat and Wally seemed to be in a trance at the guy's movement while a soft color settled in his cheeks. Wally didn't understand why he was feeling like that, it wasn't normal in his perspective.

"Who is him?," Wally asked Mario but his eyes never strayed from the guy's enchanting singing and ethereal glow. Mario chuckled which made Wally begrudgingly pay attention to the man.

"That is M/n Novell, his best friend with Gepeto over there and when I bought the bar he was part of the deal and I decided to keep him around since the few times cops stopped by he was all the motivation for them to turn a blind eye...," said Mario while smiling and motioned M/n to go where he was since his song just finished. While he walked over there with grace a guy gave him a black rose before kissing his hand and walking away.

M/n threw the flower on the floor and stepped in it before stopping in front of Mario who smiled and pointed towards Wally to which M/n sighted and sat down on his lap which made Wally blush a bright red color.

"I don't have your money yet Mr. Darling but I should get your payment in two days time and if you are kind enough to wait Mr. Novell here will be willing and able to do anything you want," said Mario which made M/n stand up abruptly and pick Mario by the shirt before turning to Wally and smile.

"We will be right back," said M/n before walking away while dragging Mario by the back of his shirt and Mario seemed scared. To say Wally was confused was and understatement but soon Mario came back with a very obvious slap mark in his cheek and he stuttered when he spoke again while M/n walked towards back stage to prepare for another song.

"Sorry for that miscommunication, tomorrow I will have your money," said Mario while slightly shaking and Wally raised his eyebrow before getting up and leaving. He didn't understand a word of what happened but all he knows is he coming back to that club just to see their devilish handsome singer.

Would you like me to do a part two @frindtheshapeshifter405?

#welcome home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #Tiredly Jackie answers #tw; death #Tiredly Jackie writes

[deltaharrington]

NOT CRAZY PT 2.

PAIRING: Now JJ Maybank x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: Intimate moments, high stress, possessiveness.

SUMMARY: After you see Rafe’s true colors, you realize you’ve been with the wrong boy after all.

PART 1

���JJ? Where are we going?” You asked, now in the back of Kie’s car that was lugging a boat.

“We don’t have time, I promise I’ll explain later” He said as you guys arrived at a small dock. You had just been through a lot but that wasn’t going to stop you from helping in any way that you could.

You helped JJ lug food and supplies onto the boat. You knew who this was for.

“It’s for John B” You whispered and JJ nodded his head. You knew their was a manhunt for him, and you had thought he was the one who killed the sheriff, not Rafe.

Ward was really good at convincing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you” You said to him and he stopped what he was doing, shocked at the apology.

“He seemed almost too good to be true” You said softly “When the allegations about him and Peterkin came out, I turned a blind eye because he made himself seem so innocent” You said and JJ looked at you sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, Y/n” JJ said and you nodded your head.

JJ was now fully turned towards you. The sun setting behind you illuminated his features perfectly.

“I knew he wasn’t right for you” He whispered and you quirked a brow, unsure of what he meant.

“I was- I am” He mumbled and you were shocked at his confession. He began to lean in a bit and you found yourself doing the same.

Just before your lips could connect, John B rolled up in a cop car.

JJ hadn’t realized how distracted he had become. He snapped out of it and you got off the boat, seeing the confusion on John B’s face.

“I’ll wait over here” You said and JJ nodded his head, speaking to John B about what he needed to do, while saying his goodbyes.

They were helping John B get away.

Your heart swelled. You wished you had friends like the Pogues.

After John B left, you approached the group, JJ welcoming you by wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You could tell they were upset, but they were glad their best friend would be safe.

“I should be getting-“ You started but police cars pulled up behind you guys. JJ pulled you close as they stepped out of the cars.

“Hands up!” One said and pointed guns at you guys. When you saw Shoupe he looked shocked to see you with the Pogues. He knew about you and Rafe, so he was confused.

“Shit!” Shoupe yelled as you all put your hands up. “Tell your men to stand down!” He added and looked at the group.

“Where is he? Where the hell is he?!” Shoupe yelled in frustration, causing you to jump.

“JJ, great to see you’re living up to your name” Ahoupe remarked and your eyes went wide. We’re the Pogues really treated this way?

“Shoupe, stop it” You said through gritted teeth and he shot you a glare.

“Pope, how about you?” Shoupe added and Pope didn’t say anything. No one did.

“This isn’t a fucking game! You guys can do the right thing” Shoupe said “Where did he go?” He added and you could hear the SBI agent speak into his walkie.

“Get in the car, all of you!” Shoupe said and you nodded “Y/n front seat, I’m calling the Cameron’s to escort you away” He said and you looked to JJ wkth worry.

You didn’t want Rafe to come get you, there was no desire from you to see him.

Once you made it to the police tents, Shoupe got you and the Pogues out, walking you to the tent.

“You three sit, we have a lot to talk about” He said to the Pogues before turning to look behind you.

“She’s here” He said and you were met with Rafe when you turned around.

“No! Please don’t make me go with him!” You called as Rafe approached, practically dragging you away.

“JJ!” You called and the blonde was on his feet trying to get to you. The officer stopped him before he could.

“Please Shoupe! He’s gonna hurt her!” JJ said and Shoupe didn’t want to condone fighting, but he knew how off the rails Rafe was.

“Let him go” Shoupe said and JJ came running. At the sight of him, Rafe moved faster to drag you to the truck.

“Rafe! Let go!” You struggled against him “Please!” You added and he hesitated, stopping his movements.

JJ swung when he got close enough, his fist cracking against Rafe’s face.

The Kook fell backwards and let you go in the process.

JJ backed away and you scrambled into his arms, taking his hand and making your way as far away from him as possible.

The rain from the storm began to pour on the two of you as you found shelter in between tents.

JJ gave you a once over, making sure you were okay.

“Did he hurt you?” JJ asked and you shook your head “Good because if he did I-“ He started but was cut off.

“JJ, shut up” You said before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Even in the midst of everything that had happened, you still wanted to show JJ how you felt.

The two of you continued until an officer stopped you, wanting to escort you back to the tent.

“We need to make sure JB is safe” JJ said and you agreed, willing to put your romantic relations on hold.

It was going to be a long night.

TO BE CONTINUED??

#outer banks #x y/n #obx netflix #outer banks x you #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #rafe cameron

[thesamoanqueen]

Run this town

Raitings: 16+

Warnings: Age gapping! (I’ve made my research about the consent age, so its just a couple of years); a bit of sugar daddy; Mob Boss Roman.

A/N: Its a prologue of “Trust” but there’s no need to read it before, so enjoy~

Lessons that day had been a pain and had drained her. She wasn’t backing up with the program, she liked studying and she had more than one reason to do so, but her mind was on strike that day. She was tired, sleepy, her stomach was almost empty as always and she couldn't help but think about what had happened the previous night. She couldn't stop thinking about him… the way his eyes had looked into her soul. It had been terrifying, in many dangerous ways.

- Watch where you go! - one of the chicks from the gymnastics club scolded her, hitting her with a huge purse and bringing Y/N back to her empty reality.

She glared at her and with a heavy sigh picked up the books that had fallen out, as she watched her trot to her friends. They were giggling and running their mouths about something out of school, probably some dude on the football team or maybe picking their victim of the month, she didn't have time for that nonsense. She had a whole day of lessons to make up for, some shopping – however meager – to do to avoid yet another unhealthy dinner and some gas to buy with some bucks the teacher had offered her, God bless her. She passed them in silence, her head down as she rummaged to retrieve the keys that ended up among her books and she only came out when was in front of her old bad shape car. Leaning on her knee against the door, in an absolutely not elegant pose, she was suddenly paralyzed, heart racing in her throat and mind in panic.

He was across the street. He was there.

He had found her.

Petrified, she clutched the car keys, watching him peer through the outgoing crowd.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was there for someone else. But he couldn't have a daughter of her age, he was young, well, he shouldn't have been her age, but he was way too fit to be someone's daddy. Or maybe not. What the heck was she thinking now?! After what he'd seen the night before she couldn't tell those stories, it was clear he was there for her and that wasn't a good thing.

Before she had time to recover, she saw him turn in her direction, one of the two boys she had also seen with him last night, pointing at her without worrying about discretion.

Shit.

Was she supposed to ask for help? Maybe none of her classmates would come to save her, she wasn't very popular, but maybe a teacher. She was surrounded by people, they wouldn't draw their guns there. Right? Would they use them against her? And did they have guns? She didn't really know what he was capable of, but he didn't seem like one who cared about what he could or could not do and she had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time that night with him.

The parking lot would be empty soon. She was supposed to drive away, but even if the traffic was in her favor, he had a SUV that could have driven over a tree and she had a car that struggled even to get her there. Was she supposed to call the cops?

She was panicking and it wasn't something she was used to. She usually knew what to do. She usually knew how to react with coolness, it was one of her qualities, the one that would one day come in more use as a doctor. If she would get to that day.

She tightened her grip on the purse, still motionless, still staring at him.

And he kept looking at her. Like the night before. Why did he look at her and do nothing more?

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Sitting on the stands of the football field, she peered past her textbook as the distant sound of the departing car reached her. She saw the black car-body gleam even on that not-so-sunny day, the rims spinning faster and faster as he drove away from the back of the school and back into town, the tinted windows all closed now, even the one from which he'd watched her for more than an hour.

It had been two weeks since he had first been there. Y/N'd thought she'd die that day, having barely survived the night their paths had accidentally crossed, but nothing had happened. He'd let her go without a word that day, like the night before and it had happened again and again. She saw him every day, when she got to school or when she finished, on a couple of time she saw him during breaks between lessons. He didn't have a routine, but he was always there. Sometimes she also saw those two boys with him, sometimes a white well dressed man, but didn't change anything for her. He didn't talk to her, didn't approach her, just seemed to control her, he never even tried following her car or finding her when she was away from there.

- Y/N! Here you are! I thought you were gone... take this. Your pass. – called her, Mrs. Tray, leaning forward without climbing into the stands, with a look of hurry and a small plastic bag in her hand.

- My pass? – she asked, taking out the contents, on which they had stamped a code and her full name.

A cafeteria pass? She had never had something like that. What…?

***

Another week had passed and after the pass, new books had arrived in her locker, a tracksuit for gymnastics lessons, bags on the backseat of her car, still closed and full of gas, with everything she usually wouldn't have been able to afford and more than even a girl with a family could ask for. She'd never heard of a criminal paying someone's hush with cafeteria pass, books and gifts, but she was sure by now that he was behind all these new additions to her life.

He kept standing there in front of school, at a distance, not talking to her or approaching her, but when she went to the convenience store next to the bowling alley and the owner refused to take her money like she had a virus, all doubts disappeared and Y/N decided she had enough. It was clear, that he didn't follow her because he knew perfectly where she went, yet he only showed up in front of her school. He was playing with her, but she didn't like it and she'd been through too much already at her age not to want an explanation.

With her bag over her shoulder, without hesitation she crossed the street, marching straight towards the car parked in a corner of the parking lot. She watched the front door open and one of the twins rush out, looking surprised as if she had caught them off guard, as he positioned himself beside the window from which he was watching her as always.

- Hey, hey! – he braked her, reaching out to stop Y/N and keep some space between them.

- Roman Reigns, right? - Y/N asked, completely ignoring his warning.

She saw him raise his brown eyes to hers, not as impressed with her tone, as her friend next to her seemed to be. He had an almost amused expression, a shadow in his luscious gaze that was all too dangerous and when Y/N saw him curl his lips in a grin, something in her stomach turned and it wasn't the kind of feeling she should have had in front of the man who ruled their city.

- You already know – he nodded slowly and his low, smooth voice seemed to move earth under her feet, her grip suddenly less firm on the purse, legs softening.

Was she afraid? Or was it something else? She couldn't think about it now, it was too late. She was there, in front of him now and she demanded answers, even if it was the last thing she did.

- I know I saw something I shouldn't have seen and you let me go anyway. I know you perfectly know the places I go and when I go there. I know you paid for my pass, for books, and you put those things in my car. I know you've been here for a month, but you do nothing to me. What I don't know is what you want – she said, teeth clenched and head high, as he raised an eyebrow.

- Did you want me to do something to you, babygirl? - she heard him inquire, and her face burned suddenly at the petname, as if she had built it out of matches.

- W-what? – she stammered, seeing him frown a little playfully.

- Just ask. Im a generous man.

She was pretty sure nothing could have prepared her for that kind of audacity, and though her body, due to some hormonal imbalance, had just decided to find alluring whatever this man was making her suspect, her mind was screaming for her to regain consciousness. He was a criminal, the mob boss of their city, she couldn't be so naive and stupid as to put everything aside just because he was young, too young to be in such a position of power and breathtakingly attractive.

- so its funny playing with me? Is that the point? Im a joke – she asked, pushing the blush away from her cheeks to tighten her knuckles when she saw the shadow of a smile even on the guy standing next to her.

It was embarrassing, offensive and ridiculous. They were teasing her without even pretending and she at least wanted to know why before the situation escalated, because it would. It was inevitable at this point and she had been the one to speed things up, but deep down she had never had an alternative. Her life had been an endless series of dead ends, there had never been nothing at the end, no future. That was yet another test.

- I'm not playing. I will take care of you. – Y/N heard him assure her, his expression serious, too serious for her liking.

What was that story now? Taking… care of her?!

They didn't know each other. Not enough to warrant something like this. He didn't have a good reputation and she didn't want trouble of that magnitude, she didn't want trouble, period. Their paths had crossed by mistake, it shouldn't have happened, but she couldn't end up like this, she wasn't stupid enough to believe it. Why should he care about her? Why should he care when even her parents didn't want to be around her? It was just a bad Y/Nke, another way to play with the stupid girl before getting her out of the way, and if it was going to happen, she didn't want any sugar coating.

- You have time and money to waste – she replied abruptly, looking him straight in the eyes without pulling back.

He didn't seem impressed or offended. For a heavy, long moment, his expression didn't change until another faint grin curled his lips as he nodded at her.

- Get in the car.

- I already have my car.

- Jey.

- What?! No! Stop! Leave my car out of this! It's all I have, no! – she tried, reflexively turning to Roman, who still sat staring out the window.

She didn't get an answer, but she immediately heard the clanging of the old rusty and dazed door and she watched that guy named Jey slip in and start the engine, as if he had the keys and it was a car that left the dealership. It took her ten minutes each time to do same and him, how long? Ten seconds?

- Get in. I promise to be good. - Roman called from behind her and she turned to look at him again, speechless.

***

- You have to go there to study, not to be a teacher.

She felt his hand caressing her shoulder before seeing him, his large firm body occupying almost the couch entirety in the corner of the club, suit stuck to his pecs, arms spreading across the back, engulfing her too. He always had that aura, as if the rest of the world couldn't touch him and ever since they had first spoken, Y/N wanted nothing more than to succeed on this challenge. She tried to resist, not to think about it, to keep herself away, but it was an almost impossible feat.

- I don't like to be unprepared – she muttered, swallowing hard to cover the warmth that had assaulted her feeling him close, the book she was studying suddenly uninteresting.

- You won't be. And I have something for you. - Roman smiled, placing in front of her a key with card.

Speechless, she took it between her fingers, the music still soft in the club filling the silence in which she was sunk. It couldn't be what she thought, it sure wasn't what she thought.

- I want you to stay there until you finish college. Then we will see – she heard Roman say, his head cocked a little to the side to get a better look at her.

It was exactly what she thought instead and realizing it made her snap like a spring. She spun abruptly to face him, hand flailing angrily in front of his face.

- Whats your problem?! Are you doing charity now so you don't burn dirty money? This was not in the deal! – she scolded him without caring that anyone would listen to them, book now closed in protest.

The last few months at school had been a dream for her: no more vending machines, no books falling apart or frozen feet in order not to turn on the car heater. She even had a place for the night in that club, not the best, but definitely more than the seat of her car. But that... it was a house they were talking about, a house with someone's name on, with bills to pay, mail to receive!

- I said I'd take care of you, that's the only deal. - he cut short, his expression serious.

Having someone looking after her wasn't something she had been used to, she hadn't had a family, not even a community to grow up in that she felt she belonged to. In foster homes things didn't go that way, everyone thought of himself and all her life Y/N had thought that this was how the world went, but Roman had thrown her beliefs down without even asking for permission. He didn't ask anyone's permission, he was the law there. For some absurd reason, the look they had exchanged in that parking lot, more than six months ago now under the worst circumstances imaginable, had attracted his attention and he always said laughing that where he comes from, the head of the table looks after the rest of the family. Y/N had no idea why he thought she was part of the family, maybe because she lived on the streets and the streets here were all hers, but she had believed him. Partly to take advantage of that windfall, partly because she really wanted to believe she was of value to someone. And he wasn't just someone and strangely he was good to her.

- It's just an alternative to the dormitory, not a home for us, don't worry. But no visits, no friends and no men, ya heard me? My cousins and I have the keys, wouldn't it be a nice visit for them… hm? - he punctuated with a nod to emphasize his words and she would have really preferred to die there, at that moment, of a cardiac arrest without help.

Why did he always say those things? It was-was…

- I don't do that kind of thing. – she murmured, feigning offense and immediately felt him reach out his hand, fingers again stroking her shoulder, up to the back of her neck.

- Good girl ‘cause I don’t share. - Roman blew into her ear, causing her yet another flush of heat where shouldn't have.

He acted like a sugar daddy when they talked about those stuff, not that she knew anything about them, she'd never been in a relationship like that and she highly doubted that with that look and fame, Roman was running out of women to have fun with and he needed to occupy time with someone like her. What's more, he had never really done anything that made her suspect true interest or that he wanted something like that in return for his help, just words and those caresses were not worth, even if they had begun to have a weight for her.

- Stop that. There’s nothing to share – she moaned, feeling him move down her back to spread his hand, the touch different, her fingers twisting anxious the cover of her textbook.

- Because it's all mine, understand little one?

It was nice to believe that there was more, even if it wasn't the love story every girl dreams of and it didn't bode well even in her fantasies. It was good after all that time, to know that there was someone watching where she was or that nothing bad happened to her and did it really matter that he could have done that bad to her? It never happened, he just spoiled her, and a few jokes never killed anyone. Aside from her sanity, who was probably compromised and would require more than a few sessions of psychoanalysis and self-examination.

- You suffer from unmotivated control freaks. - she added, trying to fill the silence with which he was looking at her.

- The things we care about require attention and sacrifices babygirl. - he said with his mind who knows where, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before getting up.

She felt her cheeks burn, her heart pound and a strange sense of dejection at knowing that he was leaving again, not telling her where or when he would be back. She had gotten used to him too quickly and now she was starting to worry too. Definitely not one of the variants contemplated when she had decided to take advantage of the help of who had power over an entire city.

- Keep your head on the books. - he advised her thoughtfully and she bit her lip.

- I'll sew you up when I learn to stitch - he laughed, nothing could touch him.

***

It was strange to hear his voice on the phone after all that time. Her stomach had closed up as soon as she read his name and now she felt like the walls were falling down on her too. The apartment was silent, she could hear his low breathing on the other side, who knows where.

- …You haven't called in two weeks… - she said, her eyes fixed on the blanket that covered her legs to keep her warm as she lay on the couch.

If Y/N had imagined that day a year earlier, she would have sadly laughed without believing it. No one had ever looked for her every day, no one had ever called her out of the pure desire to know how her life was going. No one had ever been like Roman and without even realizing it, in less than a summer, she had basked in that feeling until she became addicted. She'd never really known what she'd been missing in life until Roman had given it to her, but she'd only realized in those two weeks what it was and it wasn’t about the apartment he'd gotten her, the fridge full and the gifts she kept finding in the living room without knowing how they got there.

And she had also realized how easily everything could disappear, when just as he had come to her, he hadn't shown up again for what had seemed an eternity to her. No calls, no news, not even a visit from the twins, the only ones who had continued direct contact with her after she'd moved there for college. She had waited, keeping her thoughts to herself, she couldn't call him. After a week she gave up. Everything around her was back to how it was before, empty and silent. She had saved up the money in the account, looked for a job: sooner or later the house would disappear too, but she didn't care. She had moved on, pushed by the flow of her new life there, enduring, resigning herself to being alone again. It had been like a strange dream and it hurt, had continued to hurt. But another week had passed and his name had popped on her phone.

- I was busy. How are the lessons going?

Busy, sure. The city was in his hands, and that sort of thing couldn't wait like her. He seemed calm, his voice was not worried. It must have been a business matter, he was fine. He was fine but she wasn't. At all.

- Well.

- Well? That's all?

- Well. Everything is okay here too, the house is in order. - she said flatly, instinctively looking around.

She heard him laugh a lil at that last comment, he never cared what she did with what he gave her, money or things, but she always remembered all of his recommendations regarding that apartment. She didn't want to piss him off, she wanted to show him that she could be trusted, that she was… loyal?

- How was the test? – she heard him ask and she bit hard her lip.

She had erased it from her memory, and even though she would have been happy in another moment that he had remembered it, now she just didn't want to think about it. It would have been like going back, feeling that emptiness again... she had hardly slept in those days, she hadn't been able to concentrate, she had had the impression that they sucked her energy away, it had been horrendous.

- It was last week.

- So?

- I have to do it again. - she admitted in a heavy voice, torturing the edge of the blanket, eyes lowered despite the fact that there was no one there to look at her with reproach.

It was her dream to become a doctor. She had worked day and night to be able to enter that college and have an opportunity and she knew the value of opportunities, so she didnt fail her exams. She never failed her exams. That had been the first.

- … what happened? - Roman inquired after a long moment of silence, his voice serious, low and she felt her stomach tighten, a strange anger building inside her.

- Nothing. I have to do it again…

- Babygirl.

- You haven't called in two weeks.

- I didn't know I had to call you every day and I don't understand what that has to do with the test that went wrong.

He was getting annoyed, she could tell by the tone he was using, but it didn't matter, it wasn't going to get any worse. She was tired, they weren't going to continue that conversation. It was useless and she no longer felt like talking. She could have memorized every book, but she'd been about to screw it up just for a silly fantasy, because her mind had gone where it shouldn't… she was disappointed in herself. He was so clear…

- I’ll study more, I’ll do better. - she promised, looking at her reflection in the window and putting down. The empty house around her and her eyes watering.

She was angry with herself. With her self and no one else. But was that really the reason she felt so sad?

***

Her alarm clock marked almost five in the morning, outside the sky was slowly beginning to take on colour, but the house was still dark. She stared at the closed door to her bedroom, concentrating on the inaudible noise that had come from the living room. If she hadn't been half awake she probably wouldn't have realized it, but she had heard it and she was starting to worry. There was someone in the house with her and certainly wasn't one of the twins: they made noise at any hour, that someone didn't or was trying not to do. She huddled against the headboard, waiting a few more seconds, in one hand her phone and in the other the cup that she had forgotten on the bedside table, the only thing she could think she could use as a weapon. Nothing. Slowly, she pulled the covers aside and moved to get off the bed, but before she could even put her feet on the floor, the handle snapped, letting in some light from the living room.

- Did I wake you up? - Roman asked with a heavy sigh when he saw her and without thinking too much, Y/N crossed the bed again, throwing her arms around his neck to bury her face in the crook of his neck with a sigh of relief.

She had been afraid. She had been about to call him, she hadn't thought of anyone else and he was there now. She hadn't seen him since the first day of college and the last time they spoke didn't end well, but he was there now and as soon as she fully realized it, her hands started touching everywhere, attention at an all-time high, looking for any trace, forgetting the rest.

- Are you hurt? Did something happen? - she looked at him seriously, his big hands still on her hips and eyes fixed on her.

He'd never come there to see her, which wasn't a good sign. If he was there something must have happened. Not that she could ever be of any help in his business and she didn't even want to get in there, but maybe he needed a place to hide out, maybe he needed a few hours. Maybe it had to do with his disappearance two weeks ago, was he hurt? Had they, whoever they were, hurt him? She had to figure out where he was hurt, timing was everything.

- I had to make it up to you - Y/N heard him admit and suddendly she froze, lifting her eyes to meet him.

… had he gone there for her? For that call?

Speechless, she felt her heart on her throat and thanked the almost total lack of light in the room, because she was only realizing at that moment that she had stuck to him and was absolutely sure that her face had completely changed color now. He held her by her hips, his torso completely covering her as she knelt on the bed, he was warm, inviting and she had never felt better than in that moment, feeling him so close to her. Roman always had that effect on her… it was a curse.

Their first meeting had been a waking nightmare, the kind of situation that anyone should avoid and from which she herself had tried to keep away for months, even when their paths had crossed again. But what happened next, was able to erase that memory as well. Her mind was still screaming at her to stay away from him, not to trust him, that he was dangerous, but there was something in the pit of her belly that stopped her from doing it and those weeks without him had destroyed her more than years sleeping in a car, with nothing to eat, struggling to get to the next day.

He had gone there for her. No one had ever done all those things for her.

- You scared me - she said seriously, feeling him caress her hips with a nod of his head, but she didn't give him time to speak or do anything else, arms twisting around his neck.

She kissed him quickly, almost slamming against his mouth, with pretension and the same state of mind in which she could have jumped off a plane. Her head seemed about to explode, torn between the terror of that choice, the desire to continue and the fear of being rejected. His lips were soft, his beard was tingling her face, and his warm breath against her was making Y/N toes curl. She hadn't thought about what to expect, but when she felt one of his hands travel up her back to bring her closer, her body seemed to melt, her mind suddenly blank.

- You can do it, bear it for me - she heard him blowing against her mouth, the arm with which he had held her until then, lifting her body to lay her down.

Before she had time to do anything but cling to his shoulders, Y/N felt her back press into the bed and his body make its way over her, covering her completely. A kiss and another, fingers exploring under the shabby pj she was wearing, the heat rising from her and his teeth marking her. It was dangerous and continuing on that way would lead her to a point of no return, but there was nothing in that moment she wanted more than to lose herself in Roman hands, letting him erase even what he hadn't taken yet.

- My brave girl - she heard him laugh when a moan made her vibrate under him.

It sounded good. His breathing in a dark room, his laughter drowned out by the sound of clothes ending up on the floor, that “my” all for her. It sounded so good it made her want it for the rest of her life. Nothing bad could happen, as long as they were together, nothing could touch her but him.

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Hot or Cold

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Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

Summary: You work in a coffee shop, and when you are trapped in the fridge during a robbery, you can only hope that your boyfriend Deacon will find you.

Warnings: armed robbery, violence against reader, angst to fluff & hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

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“How’s the handsome boyfriend?” your coworker asks as you wipe down the front counter. “Still dreamy and treating you right?”

You chuckle at the thought of Deacon not being dreamy or treating you right, an impossibility. “Yes, he is.”

The bell over the door of the coffee shop rings, and you abandon the conversation about Deacon to do your job.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask… does Deacon have any single cop friends?”

Reading the name on the latte you just prepared, you shake your head. If you were in her place, and she had a boyfriend like Deacon, you’d want to know where to find one.

“Thanks,” the man says as he takes the cup.

“Have a nice day!” You turn toward your coworker to answer, “Honestly, I don’t know. Street’s still in his ‘will-they-won’t-they’ thing with Chris, Tan is, well he’s Tan… the new guy might be single.”

“I don’t know who any of those people are.”

“You shouldn’t. I can check for you though; if I’m right, you’d be cute together.”

“Is he as easy on the eyes as Deacon?”

“Nope,” you answer with a smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Man, I would kill for an espresso after that,” Rocker groans.

Luca waves his hands in a ‘stop talking’ motion before Deacon hears any reference to coffee. Luca loves you, but Deacon has difficulty stopping once you’re mentioned.

“Too bad you don’t have time,” Deacon answers instead. “We got another call. Up, buddy.”

Rocker rolls his eyes before standing.

“What now?”

“Another bank robbery. You should’ve gotten a coffee when you had the chance; it’s going to be a long day,” Hondo answers.

Deacon nods at the idea of coffee, a picture of you making him feel a little more awake.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What is going on today?” someone asks, sitting back after a mad rush.

“Are you referring to the caffeine addiction of Los Angeles or the continuous sirens? Because I have no answer for either,” you answer, leaning on the counter.

“All these sirens and no single cops or firefighters to accept my number,” another voice sighs, joining your small huddle.

“Why don’t you guys head out early? I can close up, I know it’s been a long day,” you offer.

“Are you serious?”

“Sure. You can just cover for me when I don’t want the early shift next weekend.”

They weigh their options before you get a group hug and overlapping expressions of gratitude.

“Yeah, yeah, get out of here,” you mutter, shoving them toward the small locker room-like area at the back.

“You’re the best!”

“I know.”

As the door closes, their voices fading into the alley, you take a deep breath. You feel like you’ve been on the move all day, with people in and out without a break. Your phone shows no messages or calls from Deacon, but you hope to see him tonight.

“Okay,” you whisper to yourself, pushing off the counter as you prepare to close.

You lay your phone on the counter and turn on some quiet music, focusing on getting finished and home to Deacon’s house as soon as possible. The counters are cleaned, and the dirty dishes are loaded into the industrial-sized dishwasher, so you're nearly done. As you begin sweeping the floor, someone opens the door.

“Sorry, we’re closing,” you say, moving toward the door to lock it. “The Starbucks down the street is open all night.”

“They have better security,” the man replies, keeping his foot pressed against the door so you can’t close it.

You drop the broom and step back, reaching for your cell phone on the counter to call for help. The man barges in, locking the door behind him as he points a gun at you.

“Don’t move,” he demands.

Deacon is in your favorites list, so it would only take two taps on the screen to call him. You raise your hands before stepping toward the counter. You don’t get to your phone before the man hits the back of your head, knocking you into a nearby table. Holding your ribs, you try to stand but kick a chair on accident and fall to the floor.

“Are you going to keep being a problem or can you sit there and be quiet?” the man asks with his gun at his side.

“I’ll be quiet,” you answer lowly.

He cocks his head, looking around. Stepping back, he slides your phone behind the counter so you can’t reach it easily.

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you,” he says, pushing you back on the floor.

“No,” you mumble, trying to fight him off of you.

“And you said you wouldn’t be trouble,” he almost growls, bringing the butt of his gun and the hard side of his hand down on your temple.

The impact disorients you; all you can do is grab his hand as he hauls you toward the walk-in fridge. When he pushes you inside and winks before closing the door, the severity of the situation finally reaches you. 

“Don’t do this! Take whatever you want but let me out,” you scream, banging on the large metal door.

Your head pounds with each movement, and when you graze your hairline with your fingers, you hiss when you reach the broken skin. Stepping further into the fridge, you shiver under the vent and sink to the floor, fighting dizziness and nausea as your head aches. With no way to call for help, you should try to stay warm, but the pain in your head and fear that no one will find you until morning influence you to close your eyes.

Outside the fridge, the thief sings along to the song playing from your phone as he empties the cash register into his small bag. Nodding at his earnings, he steps toward the door before taking the last muffin out of the display case.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon glances down at his watch. You have a habit of offering to close after long days, but even if you stayed, you should be getting home about now. Deacon smiles at the thought of you doing what you usually do: passing your driveway to pull into his own. You’ve been neighbors almost as long as you’ve been dating, though his house seems to be a landing place for both of you.

“20-David to command,” Hondo radios from inside the bank. “We’re Code 4.”

Deacon sighs, lowering his weapon and standing from his hidden position. He pulls his phone from his pocket, surprised to see no notifications from you. Maybe you had a day like he did.

Rushing home to hold you after a long day, Deacon slows beside your driveway, nodding when he sees it empty. But, when he sees your car isn’t in his driveway either, his brows furrow as he wavers between surprise and concern.

Shifting his car into park, he presses your contact, waiting until he gets your voicemail. He texts you to call him ASAP, and after a minute with no acknowledgment, he calls you again. Taking a deep breath in his attempt to stay calm, he dials the number for the coffee shop and prays to hear your voice. The line beeps before your recorded voice greets him.

“Answer,” Deacon begs as the dial tone begins again. “Hey, Luca, I need your help with something. You got a minute?”

“Yeah, of course, anything for you, man,” Luca replies.

Deacon says your name before running a hand across his mouth. “She’s not home and she’s not answering her cell phone or the coffee shop line.”

“Anywhere else she’d be?” Luca asks, shuffling on the other side of the line.

“Not this late. I’m going to drive over to the coffee shop,” Deacon adds.

“We’ll meet you there. Street and I are only a couple blocks away. We’ll find her, Deac.”

Deacon thanks him as he backs out of his driveway. The coffee shop is a ten-minute drive that feels like an eternity.

✯✯✯✯✯

Street and Luca are coming out of the alley when Deacon rushes onto the sidewalk.

“Hey,” Street greets. “The lights were off when we got here. Back door is locked, and her car is still here.”

“Did you try the door?” Deacon asks. 

“Not this one; we just got here,” Luca replies.

“Thank you for coming so late.”

“Of course. We’re here for you and her, Deacon.”

Deacon nods, taking a deep breath as he pushes the door open. He glances at Luca, who tilts his head in concern. Luca and Street enter behind Deacon, their hands at their sides and ready to pull their weapons if needed. There’s quiet music playing from somewhere in the building, and Street nods to Luca as he breaks off to find the source.

“Deacon,” Street calls quietly. He stands from behind the counter and holds up your phone.

Deacon swallows harshly, looking toward the back.

“Let’s clear the building and we’ll go from there,” Deacon instructs quietly.

Street and Luca nod, moving slowly and silently until they’re sure the building is empty. Deacon turns on a light in the back, frowning when he sees your bag in its regular storage spot.

“The cash register is empty,” Luca calls, his voice raised after concluding there is no immediate threat.

✯✯✯✯✯

You hear a voice outside and blink rapidly, forcing yourself to focus. With your arms wrapped tightly around you, your shivers are growing in strength as you grow weak and disoriented.

“Where- go- night?” someone asks, their voice breaking as you strain to listen through the thick metal of the fridge.

The voice sounds familiar, and you summon what little strength you have left to bang on the door. It’s quiet, and as your hand slides down the cold metal, your blinks slow.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Wait,” Deacon demands, raising a hand to quiet Luca and Street. “Did you hear that? Something made a knocking noise.”

He walks toward the fridge, the only place they didn’t check during their initial sweep. Luca nods, standing behind Deacon as Street unlocks and opens the door. Deacon sees you slumped on the floor and rushes in. 

“Dea- David?” you mumble, your eyes lidded as you look up at him.

“Hey, yeah, I’m here. I got you, sweetheart,” he soothes, laying his hands on your shoulders.

“I’ll call it in,” Street says before reporting the robbery and requesting an ambulance.

“We need to get you out of here,” Deacon says quietly, pulling you against his chest.

He stands slowly, cradling your shivering form to his chest. Once Luca closes the fridge, Deacon sits on the floor, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders. He moves you gently to make sure all of your clothes are dry. Sliding his fingers onto your pulse point, he calculates your heart rate with a frown.

“Hypothermia?” Luca asks quietly, passing Deacon a nearby jacket.

Deacon nods, laying it over your hips as he lets you lean against him.

“Ambulance is here, Deac,” Street alerts. “Is she okay?”

“She has to be,” Deacon and Luca answer together.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon and Luca follow the ambulance in Deacon’s car while Street returns home, telling the team what happened. They sit together in the waiting room, sharing their concern and sympathies without speaking.

A nurse exits and says your name, smiling as Deacon and Luca rush to her side.

“The doctor wants to talk to you. Relatives?” she asks.

“He is,” Luca answers. “I’m just a friend.”

“Then I’m going to ask you to wait here.”

“No problem. We’re here for you, Deac.”

Deacon nods, whispering, “Thank you,” as he follows the nurse into the hospital.

“You found her in plenty of time, sir,” the doctor says with a kind smile. “She’s suffering from hypothermia and some surface-level injuries. Despite that nasty bump on her head, we don’t see any indications of a concussion.”

“Thanks, doc. How bad is the hypothermia?” Deacon asks.

“We caught it very early. She’s warming up; temperature was right around 94, so it isn't too severe.”

“Can I see her?”

“Of course. Let me know if you have any other questions, and I’ll be back by soon.”

Deacon steps into your room quietly, looking at you with a sad smile. Dressed in the thin hospital gown with heated blankets and heat packs on your chest and neck.

“’S not as warm as you,” you mumble with your eyes closed.

Deacon smiles, pulling a chair up beside your bed. “Working better though,” he says quietly.

You turn your head toward him and smile as you open your eyes. “Thanks for finding me. It wouldn’t be as much fun to get in trouble without you around to save me.”

“Well no more trouble for a while, okay? Because that was terrifying.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Robbery is working on catching the guy.”

“He stole my muffin.”

Deacon chuckles before offering, “I’ll make you a whole batch to make up.”

“You should’ve been a baker, not a cop.”

“I’m not sure I’m the house-husband type.”

“Trophy husband for sure,” you correct with a nod. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

When you get discharged, Deacon takes you back to his house, and you notice that someone has moved your car back to your driveway. After getting you comfortable on the couch, Deacon begins rushing back and forth, doing everything the doctor recommended and then some.

“Deac,” you call when he rushes by again.

He stops and backpedals into the living room. “Do you need something?”

“Yes. I need you to sit with me. You’ve done more than enough, and I just need your company right now.”

Deacon smiles and whispers an apology as he sits beside you, holding you close. You cuddle into his side, focusing on your favorite movie. When you kick the blankets off, barely moving as you struggle, Deacon stops himself from acting again.

“Need help?” he asks, running a hand down your spine.

You nod slowly against his chest, and he reaches across you to remove the blanket.

“Want to you want for dinner?”

“Not hungry.”

Deacon looks at his watch, furrowing his brows when he notices it’s been nearly twelve hours since you ate at the hospital, and who knows how long before that.

“You really need to eat something,” he urges kindly.

Your weight increases on him as you shake your head and close your eyes. When your forehead hits Deacon’s arm, he’s surprised to feel how warm you are. He retrieves a thermometer from the small care kit he assembled in his concern-filled frenzy.

“You have a fever,” Deacon tells you. “It’s pretty high, so I’m going to call the doctor.”

“Stay here,” you mumble, grasping at Deacon’s shirt.

He wraps his arm around you, tugging you closer as he raises his phone to his ear.

“Hello, this is Deacon Kay… Yes, ma’am… She has a fever of 103.2, she’s not wanting to eat, and she’s very weak... I will. Thank you.”

“What’d they say?” you ask as he sets his phone down.

“They think it’s probably just the stress of what you went through, or maybe an upper respiratory infection from the cold. I’m supposed to keep you hydrated, medicated, and happy, and call if anything changes.”

You nod, nuzzling closer to him as he chuckles. It doesn’t take much coaxing from him to convince you to take some medicine, drink lots of water, and take a few bites of your favorite food, especially when he promises to hold your hand through it all.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you wake up the following morning, wrapped in Deacon’s arms, the fever is lower but not gone. 

“More water,” Deacon demands.

“You’re bossy.”

“Trophy boyfriends are allowed to be.”

“Trophy husband,” you correct.

“Are you proposing?” he teases.

You take a minute to consider before asking, “Would you say yes?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Then you just wait until I feel better, Kay.”

He smiles, pulling a lightweight blanket over you as your fever finally breaks.

“You’re still worried,” you accuse, sitting up to look at him.

“Of course, I am. I came home and you weren’t here, and then weren’t answering your phone. It’s only because of Luca and Street that I was able to find you without panicking.”

“Then we should have them over for dinner to thank them. Although, I know you would’ve found me without them.”

“I’ll always find you,” he promises.

“Even when I can’t decide whether to be hot or cold?”

“I love you either way,” Deacon replies, matching your tone as he kisses your forehead.

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Consequences Of The Insects

one, two,

To keep insects in order, humans can kill them so they won't cause a plague, but she refused to be one. All she wanted was to be with Ada. However, a puppy ruined an already unsteady relationship of morality, and it was Ada's fault for not keeping that dog in order.

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader and ada wong x fem!reader

notes: leon is here! the reader is called raven as in the bird. this is long story. apologies for that. mentions of blood and flesh. reader is afab with she/her pronouns and with [_] as y/n. um, please tell me if it's good or bad. i have no one to actually tell me because i am my own beta reader :p

A young man was struggling with an infected dog. Before there was a chance to stop her, the gun fired and shot the dog. The man looked up and saw two women in front of her. A woman had a brown trench coat and the other had a military outfit with the symbol of Umbrella in her shoulder. He was about to speak, he needed to speak about this situation, but the woman with assault rifle stomped her feet towards him. The rookie attempted to roll away, but he soon noticed the military woman stepping on the dog and shot it directly in the head. More blood of the undead dog escaped from its mouth.

"You better pay attention." The woman in the trench coat warned the police officer. She escaped the darkness of the garage, he noticed how she lacked the monster of weapons her partner had. A small pistol. He looked up the military woman, she put her hand between them and he accepted it. 

He was raised to his feet. "Who are you two?" 

"She's Ada Wong, FBI. I used to be part of the Umbrella military section." The woman said, she checked on her clips before reloading it again. The rookie noticed the annoyed look on Ada, "I'm Leon Kennedy." He said automatically. He felt like a boy, a child, compared to these two women because they were much higher rank than him. 

The military woman smiled brightly, "Good to know that there is still survivors." Leon smiled back. It had been a while since he had smiled since he realized this hell was happening, but it didn't seem like Ada liked this situation. "Raven, he is a liability. We saved him to make you feel better." Ada muttered softly. She turned around and her heels clicked and clicked away from Leon and this Raven woman. Raven fought the urge to roll her eyes, "We need his help." She tried to argue back. 

"No, you can fix it." Ada muttered annoyed. Ada walked off somewhere else, Leon's felt his face grow red, "I-" Leon tried to defend his honor. He may be a rookie low rank cop compared to them, but Ada was just being rude for no reason. Raven looked up to Leon, "Sorry." She began to walk down to follow Ada, and Leon followed them without waiting for a response. They entered the jail cells, Ada walked around and Raven walked the other way. Leon followed Raven. 

"So, why are you two here?" Leon asked her. He didn't mean to sound so hopeful, but Raven seemed the kinder of both despite holding that assault rifle. She raised her gun to every cell to check inside, "We are looking for someone." She replied with no exact emotion Leon could point out. 

Leon simply nodded his head, "And why do you think you two can need my help?" He asked carefully.

Raven lowered her weapon, "Alright, we can't open the garage door," Leon slowly nodded her head, "And that's the person you are searching for?" He didn't want to seem like the pushy person, but what else can he do? He needed to help. Yet, Raven shook her head, "No, he has information we need. However, he may help us with the door." Raven rubbed the back of her neck with her non dominant hand, her eyes looked unfocused for a second, "But I think we need your help."

"Raven!" It was a male's voice, both hurried to the voice. They made it to a jail cell where a man was there, Raven's eyes widen, "Ben!" She exclaimed loudly, "How did you get yourself in this issue?" 

Leon felt more and more out the loop. There was more people alive than he though, and it made him feel a bit of hope. This Ben guy seemed to not be infected, but him being locked up was a red flag. Leon bit his tongue as Raven and Ben spoke to each other. He didn't want to seem a dick.

"Got too close," Ben muttered softly, his head hung low, "But I got a couple of paperwork." Raven nodded her head, her hand was between the bars to get the paper. Ben looked at Leon, "A cop? You guys are still alive?" Leon nodded his head, "Barely but managing." Leon replied. 

Ben rested his hand on the bars, "I'm not guessing you got the key, don't you, rookie." Leon shook his head, "Not really."

Leon looked up the paperwork that Raven held, it had a bunch of words, "What does it say?" Raven sighed annoyed at the words from the paper, "Take a look." Leon grabbed the papers and read it. It was a transcript between two people, it seemed it was about Chief Irons and Ben himself. 

B: According to all the research, you are letting a bunch of orphans being adopted yet none of the parents are known.

I: Get out my face!

B: Then, you have a bunch of runaways too. What the hell are you?

"It's ironic.Trying to help orphan kids." Ben muttered to Raven. Raven frowned, "That's what we are trying." They rested their heads together, they looked like siblings. Leon folded the paper and kept it to himself to read later. "Did you figure out what happened to the kids?" Leon asked Ben. Ben shook his head, "No, the bastard locked me up." 

Boom! Boom!

The ground shook underneath them. Raven lifted her gun up, Ben went to the corner of the jail cell. "Behind me." Raven commanded Leon, Leon nodded his head as the ground shook more. Ben let out a scream, the pair outside turned to see Ben. Ben's brick wall behind him broke, two holes and in one of those holes was the largest hand Leon had ever seen. The hand grabbed Ben's face and squeezed the hell out of it. Ben was screaming, his legs began to kick around as the thing lifted him up breaking more of the wall.

"Ben!" Raven wasn't sure what to do anymore.

Ben's face immediately turned red from the abuse, and a large crunch. Raven gasped softly and Leon stared in shock. The damn thing killed Ben by breaking his skull. It was the longest, most painful death Leon had ever seen. 

Ben's body fell to the ground and neither Leon or Raven caught what it was. Leon and Raven turned around to see who it was, and of course it was Ada. Ada looked in the jail cell and quickly looked away, "This is getting worse." She whispered to herself. Raven nodded her head but said nothing more.

Leon was stuck in the middle of them, "What's happening?" Leon asked them. Ada's mouth twitched angrily, "Annette send it." Ada muttered softly still not helping Leon's confused mind. Raven nodded her head. Leon turned to see the corpse, Ben's body was slightly twitching from the abuse it got, and around Ben's neck was their ticket out of the garage. 

"Leon," Ada forced herself to look at the rookie, "Get the hell out of here." Raven looked down at her feet, it was as if Raven silently agreed with Ada's words. "I can't. We need all hands on deck to do this." Leon tried to sound like this was no big deal, but after seeing Ben's death... it was hard to think something else than the blood escaping from his nose, eyes, ears. It was haunting. 

Raven pressed her lips together, she turned around and headed to wall behind Leon. "Ada, we need electric parts to open this door. Irons probably removed them to," She swallowed, "To assure the death of Ben." Ada stayed more quiet, more annoyed at their situation, "Damn this." Ada muttered. Raven turned back to look at Leon, "Want to help us? We need to find those plugs." Leon nodded his head, "Then, we'll leave."

"Then, we'll leave." She confirmed.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #ada wong #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader

[emitheduck]

Hostage Situation (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: keep in mind, I’m on S1 right now. He is still soft baby boy, and nothing bad has happened (and i KNOW stuff is gonna happen)

T/W: guns, shooting, hostage situation, death, bad guy is on drugs MASTERLIST -

When he woke up this morning, Spencer Reid’s first thought was not that he would be stuck in the middle of a hostage situation. His usual routine was the same; wake up, get ready, stop in at a local coffee shop for some coffee, then head to work. Today was different, and he noticed it the second he walked into the shop. 

Before he could even get in line to order, a man was cursing and yelling at someone behind the counter. He was just about to tell the man to take it outside to cool off, and then he pulled out his gun and shot the worker behind the counter dead. 

Panic ensued, and just as he was about to jump over the counter, the man yelled for everyone in the coffee shop to sit down so he could barricade the door. This man looked crazy, and he was not about to set him off–sending one quick text to Hotch with his location and a 9-1-1 ping was all he needed. 

The cops and the BAU were on the scene before he could blink. The only downside, this man was threatening to shoot someone else if they tried to get in the building–and he left his gun back at the office. 

“Really not how I expected my morning. So much for treating myself.” A soft voice said from next to him, and he looked at the woman sitting next to him. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and she had silent tears running tracks down her cheeks; but even so, she was breathtakingly beautiful. 

“Did you know that only about 12 percent of hostage situations a year. In all honesty, 90 percent of them are resolved successfully. I’m betting that we’ll be okay.” He told her calmly, trying his best to keep watch as the man continued to move couches over to block the front door. “How long was he yelling earlier?”

She wiped at her cheeks before answering him. “I’d say a good 10 minutes. It seemed like he was talking nonsense though. Hate to say it, but I thought it was drugs.”

Spencer nodded. “Usually there are 4 types of hostage situations. A ‘mentally disturbed’ person, criminals trapped during the mission, prisoners revolting, or political terror. I feel like he might be the first option with the way he’s acting.” He told her, watching as the man seemed to get into an argument with himself. 

“Do you normally spit facts at random or are you just making all of this up?” She asked him, watching as the corner of his lip twitched up in a smile. 

“I have an eidetic memory. I can see things once and remember them for, who knows, nothing’s gone away yet.” He told her, watching as she processed the information. “You could really ask me anything, and I could more than likely tell you something about it.”

“My name is (Y/n).” She told him, eyes quickly snapping to the man who was holding them hostage as he started yelling. 

He was yelling at everyone in the room; telling them all to be quiet so he could concentrate. That’s then the phone on the wall started to ring. “You! I want you to answer that!” He yelled, pointing the gun at (Y/n), eyes never actually leaving from his make-shift barricade. 

(Y/n) slowly got up off the floor, going behind the counter and holding back a sob as she had to step over the dead barista to get to the phone. “Hello?”

The room was silent, trying to hear what was going on at the other end of the phone call. “Well? What is it?” The man yelled, turing to (Y/n) to shout at her, waving his gun in the air. 

“It’s a call from an Agent Hotch over at the BAU. He’s saying that you need to talk to him.” She told him, handing him the phone over the counter.

The man snatched the phone off the counter, listening intensely to what the other man was saying on the other line. That was until the got mad, and threw the phone back at (Y/n), hitting her in the forehead before he turned back to hiding behind the couch. 

“(Y/n)!” Spencer whispered, going over the counter and rushing to her side. The hit didn’t knock her down, but she was sitting on the ground, silently sobbing while a cut on her forehead was bleeding and running down her temple. 

“He threw it so hard, I’m just so lucky I didn’t get shot.” She told him, reaching up trying to use her sleeve to stop the bleeding. 

Spencer grabbed the phone off the ground, checking for any damage before he held it up to his ear. “Hotch? Are you there?”

“Reid? We got your message. This man is Gary Turner. Low level criminal, a few arrest records but nothing serious that caught our attention on the first look. Then Garcia found that the barista used to be his dealer–this man is addicted to methamphetamine and is most likely high, provoking him to shoot.”

“On average, a high can last anywhere from 4 to 16 hours depending on the strength and timing of taking the drug. That’s not even counting the initial rush of taking the drug which can last 14 hours max.” He paused, looking over to (Y/n) who was staring at him like he was crazy. “What should I do?”

“My advice is to just hang tight and wait for us to figure out an approach to getting inside. Last thing we want to do is spook him; it could provoke an attack.” Hotch told him, then let out a sigh. “If you get someone to talk him down, you could try to take him down when he’s not watching.”

Spencer nodded and then put the phone down, making sure to not hang up as the ringing could provoke the man further. “We can either wait, or try to take him down.”

(Y/n)’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. “Both of those ideas sound crazy, are you kidding me?”

“I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself earlier. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, and I work for the BAU. I work for the FBI, and the man you spoke to on the phone is my boss.” He told her, watching as she processed the information. “You can ask me as many questions as you want, right after we’re not being held hostage.”

“What do you need me to do?” She asked, watching as he seemed to stop and think. 

“Either way, it poses a risk for one of us to get shot. One of us could get shot talking to him, and one of us could get shot trying to stop him. He’s using the gun frantically, firing out of fear. It looks like he’s holding a Glock 17, which means it holds about 17 shots–16 now that he’s fired one. But we have no idea how many he actually loaded into the gun in the first place.” 

(Y/n) dried under her eyes quickly, before slowly standing up from behind the counter, grabbing the phone. “Agent Hotchner said he wanted to talk to you again. Something about more questions?” She said, giving Spencer a quick nudge with her foot as a sign to start moving. 

“Can’t he take the damn hint! I don’t want to talk!” The man–Gary–yelled as he stood up, pointing his gun at (Y/n) chest as he walked over and grabbed the phone. “Can’t you all understand! This wasn’t meant to go down like this! One more time asking me stupid questions, and this girl gets shot and it’s all your fault! All of this, it’s not my fault!” He yelled into the phone, waiting to hear what the man on the other end of the line had to say.

As he was yelling, Spencer slowly slid out from behind the counter, telling the other patrons inside the coffee shop to stay quiet as he worked to sneak up behind Gary, who was still yelling into the phone. 

(Y/n) tried her hardest to not glance over at Spencer as he was moving; knowing if her eyes darted to him, the man in front of her would get suspicious and start to panic. “I’m sorry, he was speaking into the phone and wanted me to give it to you again.” She told him as he slammed the phone down on the counter.

“You give me this damn phone, one more damn time, I’m gonna make sure that you regret that decision.” Was all Gary could say before Spencer got to him, quickly snatching the gun from his hands and taking him down; holding his arms behind his back as he tackled him to the floor. 

(Y/n) grabbed the phone. “He’s down. Spencer took him down.” Was all she had to say before a police officer burst in through the window. Different police officers rushing in to help the other victims leave the building while (Y/n) stayed by Spencer’s side. “I can’t believe you took him down.”

“Personally, I can’t believe it either.” Someone said as he walked up. She didn’t even have to ask. This was Hotch, the man she had spoken to on the phone–the man who told her Spencer was going to find a way out. “Nice work Reid. And I’d have to say, wonderful work (Y/n).” He told her, taking Spencer’s place so he could handcuff Gary before dragging him out of the building.

Spencer gave her a slight smile as he brushed himself off. “It was pretty amazing that you kept talking to him even when you could see me coming, even when you had a gun pointed at you. It took a lot of agents years of training for that level of calm.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are.” She told him with a sigh. “How do I go back to my normal day after this?” She asked him with a breathy laugh. 

“Honestly? I really don’t know how you can. This is just a fraction of my everyday life, and I still can’t believe it happened when I wasn’t at work.” He told her, frowning when he remembered that she had a cut on her forehead from where Gary had struck her with the phone. “Why don’t we try to get you cleaned up before you head on your way?”

(Y/n) nodded, looking up at him before she started to cry. “I just wanted to say, thank you.” She wasted no time, quickly throwing her arms around the other man, not helping all the emotions that rushed to the surface. “I can’t thank you enough, because I honestly don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

Spencer was trying not to blush, still feeling his entire body ignite in flames. “It was nothing, honest.” This was one of the very few times in his life he seemed to be at a loss for words. “Would you be okay if gave you my phone number? Y-You know, to call me in case you start to experience any symptoms of PTSD? Those could be anxiety, nightmares, fear, flashbacks–”

“Spencer, would it be too forward to just ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime?” She asked him, smiling up at him. “I won’t say no to your number though, you know, just in case.” (Y/n) told him, leaning up and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

He was blushing like an idiot, grinning down at her as his hand reached up to touch his cheek where she had kissed him, the spot feeling almost electric. “Anytime.”

–

“I’m telling you, she asked me out!” Spencer yelled as he stirred sugar into his coffee.

“And I’m telling you. I need to meet this girl and find out what’s wrong with her to see why she asked you out in the first place.” Morgan smirked, loving the reaction he was getting out of the younger man. “And all this happened because of some hostage situation?”

“You can even ask Hotch, he was there and everything.” He emphasized, watching as Hotch was walking by, a perfect opportunity to ask him a question. “Hotch, did the girl at the shooter situation not ask for my number, kiss me, then ask me out?

Hotch paused, his expression unmoving. “Reid asked if he could give her his number, she did in fact ask him out, but he only ended up with a kiss on the cheek. Too chicken to actually press one to her lips.” He told the two men before walking away.

“You know, for someone so smart, it’s a wonder how you didn’t get the hint she wanted to kiss you. You better kiss her when you take her out on a date.” Morgan told Spencer, giving him a firm pat on the back.

He nodded, processing the information as Morgan started to walk away. “Wait! How do I even ask her out!”

MASTERLIST

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler #reader insert #reader

[rebelliousstories]

Coming Home

Relationship: Luke Alvez x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Descriptions of Violence, Fluff

Word Count: 2,945

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Part Two of: That’s My Wife

Summary: It’s a race against the clock in order to get inside and find out where Luke’s wife has gone.

Previously…

“You are just gorgeous. Don’t know how that man ever landed you.” As he grew closer, Theodore raised his gun with his finger on the trigger, and fired.

Bang

~

Leonard grabbed his brother’s arm and raised it towards the sky just in time for the bullet to graze her shoulder. He wrangled the gun out of Theodore’s hand. “The hell are you doing man? We need her alive!”

“Maybe you need her alive, but I’m perfectly content in seeing how well agent Alvez copes with the loss of his little wife.” The man tried to make another pass at her, but was stopped once again by his brother.

“We kill her, and we have no chance of getting out of here alive. I mean, we’re already going to have a hard time with you killing that guy, and for someone calling the cops on us before we ever started.” Leonard leveled with his brother.

“The hell you talking about, Leo?” Theodore scoffed.

“The agent on the phone, Rossi, he said that this was the first time we’ve ever been caught. That could only mean that someone tipped them off before we ever got started here.” The two brothers were chest to chest, and toe to toe. They had forgotten about the hostages and the reason they were there.

“Ted didn’t canvas the place properly.” Wulfric suddenly piped up. Both brothers turned to the man who spoke.

“What did you say?” Theodore turned, a dangerous growl in his tone.

“You didn’t canvas properly,” came his reiteration. “You were suppose to take care of this job, because we thought we could trust you to do it right.”

Wulfric stood and left the room to go find Samson, leaving the other two alone.

~

“Okay, thanks to Garcia, we have blue prints of the building. There is the main entrance and exit here at the front,” Matt pointed, “but there is one side entrance. It’s a wonder they haven’t even tried to use it yet.”

“What is their endgame?” JJ asked, looking down at the blueprints. Everyone stopped for a second as they processed the woman being there.

“What are you doing here?” Rossi inquired, with his brows arching.

“Heard you guys needed a little extra help so I postponed my vacation by one more day. Will is staying with the boys.” She smiled as she was refocusing on the case.

“Garcia brought me up to speed, but I’m still confused as to how and why they got caught now.” The rest of the team was with her there.

“There was something about the way Leonard reacted when I mentioned that. It was like he was just now realizing that they were stuck.” Rossi mentioned. Spencer held up a hand.

“That could be because he wasn’t thinking about that possibility. He could think they’re too good to be caught.” However, David shook his head.

“No. Get Garcia on. I think I know what went wrong.”

~

Luke paced back and forth throughout the room with his arms tucked in. He had not said a word. Emily had stuck him in the mobile command center while the rest of his team was working the case outside. While the air conditioning felt amazing, Alvez was losing his mind thinking about his wife that was stuck in the building. With a slam of a door, Prentiss stepped inside and closed it behind her.

“Have there been any threats made against you recently?” Her tone left no room for nonsense.

“No. Emily, what’s going on? Where is my wife?” Luke pressed, already on edge.

“Luke, answer my question. Have there been any threats made against you or your wife recently?” Once more, she asked. Alvez scrubbed his hands over his face before placing his hands on his hips.

“No. Nothing.” He admitted. His voice was defeated.

“What about anyone watching you?”

“No.”

“Okay,” Prentiss sighed, “what about the trial? You had to go and testify as the arresting agent. Did one of the twins make any threats against you?”

Luke had to pause. It had been so long ago, in time and cases he has worked, that he had pushed it to the back of his mind. Scrubbing his face for what seemed like the hundredth time, he tried to think about the trial. Nothing was coming to his mind the longer he thought about it. Luke pieced together the events of today and tried to search his memory when he finally found it.

“At the trial, when the verdict was read after my testimony, Theodore was screaming at me. He blamed me for them being caught and sentenced. He called my wife by name, and said that he would make me regret it. I didn’t pay it any mind at the time.” The look of revelation on Luke’s face told Emily everything she needed to know.

“Let’s go.” They walked outside and found the rest of the team to clue them in. However, before they could, Prentiss’ phone rang out.

“What have you got Penelope?” She asked, standing around with her team.

“Ma’am, it’s her. They just- they’re, oh god.” Garcia whimpered as whatever she was looking at was happening.

“What’s going on, Garcia? What’s happening to my wife?” Luke demanded, resisting the urge to yank the phone out of his unit chief’s hand.

“Theodore just hit her over the head. They’re taking her somewhere in the bank but I can’t find it.” The woman’s voice was weak as she tried to articulate what was going on.

“That’s it.” Alvez growled. He tried to make for the building, but was held back by Matt and Spencer. It was like they were corralling a wild bull with how much the man was thrashing around.

“Let me go! I need to go in there!” He screamed, but there was no moving the two men holding him back.

“Alvez!” Emily yelled over his protests. Turning around, the agent was panting with rage.

“I said I wouldn’t take you off. Don’t make me do it.” She promised, watching as the man walked off. Prentiss nodded to JJ to go look after him, before she turned back to the team.

“Garcia, you still there? What’s going on inside?” Recentering the rest of the team, Prentiss assumed her role as team leader.

“Yes, I’m still here. I’m trying to gain access to the CCTV cameras outside the bank to see if there is something that I can find.” Furious typing was heard over the line, when David piped up.

“Garcia, is there a camera over the side door of the bank? We know that there is one but we’re wondering why they haven’t used it yet.”

“Um, yeah. Oh, oh no,” she began, “um, so I see Wulfric and Samson transporting something out to a car but they keep going inside. Why would they do that?” Penelope asked confused.

“Because they are wanting Theodore and Leonard to take the fall for the job.” Spencer stated, feeling dread fill his stomach.

~

Groups of people sat around the bank as Leonard kept his gun on them. Meanwhile, Theodore was busy beating on Alvez’s wife. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh caused even Leonard to flinch. He turned and saw the woman fall to the floor with bruises already forming on her face.

“Alright, give it a break man.” Leonard pulled his brother off of the woman. She curled in on herself while Theodore panted with a smile on his face.

“Where the hell are Wolf and Shark?” The man looked around as he waited. His brother looked as well, but stopped after a moment.

“They probably found a way for us to get out.” Theodore commented, turning his attention back to the woman on the ground who was still curled in. The phone rang again. This time Theodore answered.

“Hello?”

“Theodore,” David answered, “how are you doing?”

“I’m feeling fine. Can’t say the same for Mrs. Alvez. How is Mr. Alvez by the way?” He teased, keeping his eyes on the woman on the floor.

“For your safety, he is not coming in there. Say, do you know where Samson and Wulfric are?” David asked.

“They’re finding us a way out.” Theodore commented as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Oh, they’re finding a way out alright. I just don’t think you’re a part of their plan.”

“You’re wrong.” He hung up the phone, and walked over to his brother.

~

David sighed as the phone hung up yet again, and turned towards Emily. The two senior members of the team had a silent conversation with just their eyes.

“How do you want to play this?” He asked, hands resting on the table beneath the phone box. Prentiss thought for a moment.

“Let’s get Samson and Wulfric the next time they come out. Reid, you and Simmons take care of that. Dave, Tara, we need to find a way to get inside.” With their assignments, everyone took off.

The two men went around the side of the building and saw that the twins had just disappeared back into the building. Waiting for the right time, their firearms were drawn as they assumed their positions. Reid stationed himself behind Matt, who was right in front of the door. It was only a few minutes before the door opened again. Samson and Wulfric stopped dead in their tracks as they saw what was waiting for them.

“Hey boys.” Matt teased, motioning for them to drop to the floor. Samson noticed the other agent behind him, and dropped. His brother followed suit, and the two were swiftly arrested and placed in a car to be taken downtown. After that, the agents made their way back to the rest of the team, and hoped that there was an update. Luke and JJ had joined them again which was a good sign.

“Are the Mitchell’s taken care of?” Emily asked, receiving nods of conformation in return.

“Went down without a fight.” Matt commented, focusing on how to get the rest of the people out.

“So, Theodore is seemingly calling the shots. We need to find a way to get Leonard to get out so we can take his brother down. He’s the main threat to her right now.” The unit chief explained.

“Let me try something.” Luke finally spoke up. Everyone looked towards the man, whose voice was rough with emotion.

~

“Where the hell are those two?” Theodore growled as his brother looked around the back of the bank.

“I don’t know. They aren’t here.” Leonard stated. The phone rang again. He stalked over to it and wasted no time in answering.

“What did you do?” He screamed, waiting for Rossi to answer him.

“Hello, Leo. Looking for someone?” It was Luke instead. Leonard stopped as he processed the voice.

“Luke Alvez,” Theodore turned to face his brother in shock. “What can I do for you, mister agent?”

“How about a sign of good faith? Let some of the hostages go.” Luke’s request made Leonard laugh.

“What kind of husband- what kind of man are you? You don’t want to speak to your little wife?” The man leered, confused by the agent’s words.

“I can see that she is okay right now. If you let the hostages go, I’ll come in myself and we can talk.” Leonard held his brother’s eyes while on the phone. He heard the call mute, and then click back on.

“No firearm, no vest. Once you’re in, we’ll let the hostages go.” He hung up the phone, and felt a surge of adrenaline power through him.

“Looks like we’re getting our reunion after all.”

~

“Luke, you can’t go in there. We’re not giving them another hostage.” Rossi shut down the notion as Luke was removing his gun and vest.

“If it means getting those innocent people out and away from danger, I’m doing it.” He set down the effects and jogged to the door before his team could stop him. Shouts of his teammates disappeared when he opened up the door and went inside the bank. Once he was in, he could see the carnage. The body of the man from earlier was dragged off to the side at some point, and people were grouped together. Men, women, and children were separated in different parts of the lobby. With hands up, Luke walked further into the building.

“Agent Alvez, how nice of you to join us.” Theodore greeted him, pointing his own pistol towards the agent. He held eye contact before a whimper tore them away. Looking down, Luke saw his wife; beaten, bruised, bloody, and broken. The man noticed his attention had drifted.

“Oh she’ll be fine. Maybe.” He teased, treating it like a big game. Refocusing, Luke found Leonard next to him.

“The hostages need to go. I came in on your terms, now they need to go on mine.” Alvez reasoned as Leonard patted him down. Once he was cleared, he started going to get the groups to their feet and moving them to the front door. Luke kept his eyes on his wife while he heard footsteps leave the building. Knowing that his team had them taken care of made Luke feel better about focusing his attention on what was happening inside.

“Oh I have waited so long for this.” Theodore growled, hauling Luke’s wife to her feet by her hair. The sound made Luke lurch forward to help her, but Leonard grabbed the agent tightly to prevent him from reaching the other two people.

“Now,” Theodore came closer with the woman in tow, ”what to do with you two?”

“Neither one of you care about Samson or Wulfric?” Luke choked out. The arm around his throat relented just a little bit.

“What did you do to them?” Leonard inquired, but Luke just chuckled.

“They’re half way back into the system by now. We caught them about to sneak out a side door without you, and with the money.” The brothers looked at each other, and looked at the agent inquisitively.

“You’re lying.” Theodore breathed out, yanking to woman closer in retaliation.

“No,” Luke rasped, “my team found out who you all are, how you met. I already knew your M.O. so it was just a matter of figuring out that the other two were using your hatred to do bigger and bigger jobs. And just like we took them in, you’ll be going back in.” He struggled against his captor for a moment before relaxing. They would be getting out of this.

“Not going back to jail. Ain’t gonna happen.” Theodore said, shaking his head. From behind him there was movement that Luke caught, only because he was looking for it.

“See unlike you, I know when to take the low road and drop.” Luke’s eyes were on his wife, but he was not sure if she could see with all of her hair in the way.

“You? Low road?” Theodore laughed, ”you won’t take the low road, mister FBI agent. You’re too much of a goody two shoes for that to happen.”

“Let’s put that theory to the test.” Without warning, Luke dropped to his knees and threw Leonard over his shoulder to slam him into the ground.

“FBI! Let the woman go and show us your hands!” JJ yelled, walking in with Emily and Matt next to her. Leonard was busy being wrangled by Luke who was tossed Emily’s cuffs in the scuffle. Once he was apprehended, Theodore was much more willing to give up as his brother kept begging him not to shoot his way out. The Jameson twins were taken outside by Simmons and JJ, while Emily stayed behind to over see her other agent.

As soon as the danger had passed, Luke ran over to his wife and pulled her into his arms. They were both crying and whimpering as they finally got to hold each other after the whole ordeal. Alvez holding Alvez; he kept pressing kisses into her head, before moving her hair out of her face to assess the damage.

“Mi vida. Oh, you’re here.” He whispered, looking at the bruises on her face.

“Hey sugar. Didn’t mean to spend so long at the bank. Kinda got held up with lines.” She rasped, prompting a watery chuckle from Luke.

“Only you would joke like that at a time like this. We gotta get you to an ambulance, corazón.” Standing, Luke gently helped his wife up, careful not to put pressure on any injuries. Emily had already radioed in for an ambulance, and she went to help. However, he was not ready to let go of his wife quite yet. Luke wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted her into his arms bridal style, and carried her out to meet the EMTs. Before they could leave, Prentiss pulled agent Alvez to the side real quick.

“What you did was reckless, stupid, and you put in danger one of my agents.” She scolded, noticing how there was no trace of apology on his face.

“You did well Luke. Take care of her.” Dismissing her agent, Luke happily climbed in the back of the ambulance and held his wife’s hand the entire way to the hospital.

“How are you feeling, amor?” Luke asked in a hushed tone while he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

“Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds its way back to you.” ~ Ranata Suzuki

“Better now that you’re here.” She replied, happily hugging her husband to her until the paramedics made them separate so they could do their jobs.

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chill kill🫀

Ve’s note - hyunjin x gn! reader . angst . just pain and sadness . mentions of death . idk where this came from but here it is . sparsely proofread . writing this made me sad . i hope this shreds your heart to pieces like it did mine <333

fluorescent lights shine down harshly on your skin . highlighting every ounce of exhaustion in your body . bones heavy with the events that conspired earlier morning , you watch as the clock ticks up to the end of the hour .

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6 am . you’ve been in the police station for two hours now . and you’ve seen no one except the officer that brought you in . the clock was starting to irritate you . a knock to the door . you don’t respond . it’s not like they actually required your permission to enter . the knock was a courtesy . a chance for you to compose yourself . but you weren’t sheet music . notes weren’t being strung together for the listener’s pleasure .

the cop enters . taking in your form . he pulls his chair out and sits in front of you . the screeching of its legs on the linoleum floor making you jump . knees bumping against the underside of the table . the officer , who introduced himself as officer smith apologized for scaring you . another courtesy , one you didn’t deserve .

so would you like to tell me what happened earlier tonight ?

you heard officer smith pose the question . would you like to tell him ? no . of course not . but it doesn’t really matter what you want . you don’t have the privilege to want . you had done something bad . very bad . and now you had to face the consequences . you listened to the wrong person . but does that even matter ? no one made you do anything . every choice you made tonight was of your own volition . which makes you guiltier in more ways than one . with a deep breath and a trembling voice you started to tell your story .

it was around 8 pm the night before . your boyfriend was driving you to the drop location . music filling the silence between you . nerves filling your veins as you thought over what you were about to do . you were snatched out your thoughts by hyunjin placing a hand on your thigh .

“where’s your head at babe?” you heard him ask . but really where was your head ? was it in your feet ? making your press them into the sole of your shoe . in your legs ? making them bounce to a rhythm only you could hear . you didn’t know for sure . you weren’t sure of anything except his hand squeezing your thigh .

“are you having second thoughts ?” you vehemently disagreed with a shake of your head . you would never second guess him .

“good girl . you remember what your meant to do right ?” you nod once again . words seemingly leaving you . you’ve played this role dozens of times before . you walk into the bank . pretend to make a deposit while hyunjin comes in staging a robbery . it’s simple . he keeps everyone distracted, you rob the safe . nothing could go wrong . it never does . until it did .

whether your intel was faulty on purpose or not neither of you knew about the second armed guard . in a matter of seconds the situation escalated . a robbery turned into a murder . you couldn’t stomach the sight of someone pointing a gun at hyunjin . so you did what you felt was right . you pulled the trigger twice . hitting the guard in the throat and chest . all hell broke lose when the second bullet pierced the man’s chest . screams sounded off left and right . bodies scrambling for the exit .

you stood frozen in shock . you just killed someone . a numbness spread through your body as you looked at the fallen man . hyunjin cursed . it was never supposed to go this far . you felt him grab your hand as you both took off in a run . the getaway car waiting for you as you heard sirens pulling up to the scene . they recognized the two of you immediately shits firing as hyunjin turned the ignition . yelling at you to duck from the incoming bullets .

racing between roads and side streets to escape you couldn’t help but zone out . you fucked up and bad . you were a murderer and just made the love of your life an accomplice . you felt the car flip spin out of control as a bullet hit the tire . flipping it once, twice, three times before it finally came to a halt .

everything hurt . groans left your body as you turned to look at hyunjin . he was few yards away and not moving . you smelt smoke . the car was on fire . you had to get out and reach hyunjin . he had to be okay . fumbling around for the seatbelt you unfastened it and crawled out the burning car . glass cut your skin and the pavement your hands as you dragged your body to him .

your bloodied hands reach out to him . cradling his head in your lap . you kept repeating to him the he was gonna be okay . neither of you believed it . you watched as he tried to tell you something . his last words couldn’t escape past his lips . you brushed his hair away from his face as you shushed him . wanting him to conserve his energy . you knew what he wanted to say . he always knew he’d meet his end like this . in the arms of his love . he just wishes it wasn’t so soon .

sirens and shouts surround you as you savor the last few moments you have with him . with a final kiss to his lips you watch the life leave his body . you wish it was you instead . you couldn’t live on an earth without him by your side . you screamed as an officer dragged your body away. from his . the look of death permanently painted on his face .

the officer in front of you was still waiting on a response . he had just caught the notorious couple robbers famously know for being members of the stray kids family . he was definitely going to get a raise after this . so he waited patiently . all he needed was names . a confession .

you looked up at the officer . all will gone from your body .

“i did something bad . I lost someone good because of it .”

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