#also it would be so fucking scary if a guy kidnapped you and your daughter and he's just wandering around the house

[dont-read-the-latin]

btw idk if this is an unpopular opinion cuz i've def seen a few people saying they HATE him but i have a secret love and empathy in my heart for zep and this tidbit in the script makes me SICK

#also it would be so fucking scary if a guy kidnapped you and your daughter and he's just wandering around the house #and then u hear him shriek in another room and he reappears still visibly sobbing. #like why are you as the kidnapper crying that's so freaky #saw #saw 2004 #saw script #zep hindle #zep #:(

[lolotheparagon]

Yknow, dating sims sure do make up the wildest shit to justify you dating standard anime guys. Hey, do you want to date actual historical figures (Napoleon, Vincent Van Gogh) but as vampires? How about you get isekaied into the middle of a fantasy civil war with the warring armies representing different Alice in Wonderland characters and Wonderland is actually a generic fantasy kingdom and btw you are the reincarnation of Alice for some reason, oh hey you want to date these mafia guys in 1920s Italy but Mussolini is not mentioned (almost as if what’s the fucking point setting this game in Italy) Or what if you want to date modern Japanese cops? BUT DONT WORRY ALL COPS ARENT BAHHHD. Do you also want to discuss the inherent corruption in the police for- Hey, you wanna play as a time-travelling reporter who finds a wholesome found family with her studio-mandated male harem? Sure, but after we spend two hours failing to tackle drug trafficking and illegal immigration and using trauma for shock value. What about a game where you play a woman who suffered amnesia and is trying to piece back the fragments of her past with her chosen boyfriend and you have to rekindle your relationship with him? Nah, lets leave all her characterisation to a pixie flying in her head and make her harem consist of an abuser, a serial rapist, her math tutor and a terrorist. Theres one where you play as a librarian who got kidnapped and sent to the palace and is forced to sign a royal contract where you have to MONITOR 1 OUT OF 12 PRINCES to see which one should be the king cos the brothers are split into two parties on which one should be king and only the woman can choose cos apparently the contract need some pure hearted woman to be an unbiased party?? WHATT. There's a game where you play as a literal living doll with poisonous skin who's the clone of someone's long dead daughter being abducted by a fancy thief and now lives in steampunk London to start a new life BUT OOOHHH IT TURNS OUT YOU HAVE A SECRET LITTLE BROTHER WHO REVEALS YOU WERE THE 666TH CLONE EVER EXISTED AND IT TURNS OUT YOUR CREATOR DAD HATED YOU WOOOOOO SCARY!!! QUEEN VICTORIA IS THERE AND ALSO A TERRORIST WHO WANTS TO NUKE GREAT BRITAIN WITH THE MC'S POWERS AND A MAGIC TREE. (well at least they were accurate in Britain's vampiric levels of colonisation) OH AND APPARENTLY THE SOURCE OF YOUR POWERS COMES FROM A HEART SHAPED PHILOSOPHER'S STONE EMBEDDED IN YOUR CLEAVAGE.

BUT WAIT THERE'S STILL MORE

There's another game where you play as the female reincarnation of Cupid (So Aphrodite, then?) and you are sent to Earth to be a matchmaker and you would think someone whos a literal love goddess would be very worldly, snarky and doesnt fall for any traps men pull in dating BUT NOPE SHES JUST AS DAINTY AND NAIVE AS EVERY OTHER VISUAL NOVEL PROTAGONIST. WHAT ABOUT A GAME WHERE YOU PLAY AS A WOMAN WHO JUST TURNED 18 AND BECAUSE SHE IS THE LAST OF HER "WHITE" CLAN SHE HAS TO GET A HUSBAND AND EVERY TIME SHE DATES A PERSON FROM A DIFFERENT COLOURED CLAN HER HAIR GETS DIFFERENT HIGHLIGHTS AND ALSO THERES A RIGID CASTE SYSTEM IN THE WORLD BASED ON THE COLOUR OF YOUR CLAN AND THERE IS DISCRIMINATION AND PREJUDICES AGAINST THE CONSIDERED LOWER COLOURS, SO MUCH SO IF A HIGHER COLOUR CLAN PERSON DATES A LOWER COLOUR CLAN PERSON, THEY GET BANISHED INTO THE UNDERWORLD. COS THATS WHAT DATING SIMS NEED! CLASSISM, RACISM AND EUGENICS! THE WHOLE FUCKING NINE YARDS.

AND FINALLY IF THAT DOESNT SELL YOU, WHAT ABOUT:

A GAME WHERE YOU PLAY AS A DAUGHTER OF A PRIEST WHO HAS THE BLOOD OF EVE (my god XD) THAT MAKES HER IRRESISTABLE TO VAMPIRES AND SHE BECOMES A SEX SLAVE/CHEW TOY FOR EVERY ROMANCEABLE CHARACTER IN THE STORY. AND YET WE'RE SUPPOSED TO SYMPATHISE WITH THE RAPIST VAMPIRES BECAUSE THEY HAVE MOMMY ISSUES....THIS GAME BECAME A MULTIMEDIA FRANCHISE

...Whatever happened to games where we just date decent people?

#otome games #visual novels #i havent play half of these games i only know up the grapevine #i have a lot of cursed knowledge and im not gonna suffer alone #ive seen things #this is why indie otome games are like so much better #play peachleaf valley or hummingbirds crown #tw sa mention #tw rasicm #tw rape mention #tw Diabolik lovers #tw classism #tw colourism

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Okay for drama purposes, let’s say either Bella or Marcus from the Less than immaculate concept swap with their Breaking Dawn counter parts. Or both if that makes for a more interesting string of events. I’ve got a vague idea of what might happen but your much better at predicting these characters actions. Regardless, a pregnant Bella swaps with another pregnant Bella, shenanigans in-sue.

The Less Than Immaculate Conception by myself and @therealvinelle

God you know, I think maximum insanity is both. So, let's do it.

Somewhere in Italy, Marcus Has a Stroke

Marcus admits this is weird even for him. He's mildly aware that he's been crawling his way out of depression, he's actually been doing well. He's been climbing stairs, remembers conversations, says actual words to people, it's a new world.

Even in his worst state though, he doesn't remember having hallucinated entire events and skipped out on what sounds like years. Except, of course, that Aro keeps claiming the calendar hasn't changed which meant they just went backwards...

Regardless, Marcus finds himself in Volterra where he doesn't have a half-human son, Bella never took his art class and was not turned into a vampire, the Cullens were not broken apart, and Edward has not been killed by 'Romanians'.

And Aro, of course, gets to witness Marcus's hyper realistic alarming false memories that seem to be entirely irrelevant and weird. (Marcus, why would you ever have sex with human Bella? Why would that ever happen?!)

Post Breaking Dawn, this is alarming for a number of reasons and if it wasn't so fucking weird would be thought of as foul play. As it is, Aro gets to fill Marcus in that Bella is probably their enemy right now and the entire world knows about her and someone much smarter than Bella is going to use her at the first opportunity to siege Volterra.

Though Aro, ah, hopes this will not happen. A lot.

Also, Bella had a baby with Edward, not with you.

Marcus shudders like choking on a hairball but tries to come to terms with this. (Aro doesn't know if he's horrified or delighted that Marcus seems to have beaten his depression because of hallucinations but OH GOD HE KNOWS ABOUT DIDYME HE KNOWS).

Somewhere in Forks, Bella's Been Kidnapped by Aliens Again, And This Time She's the Alien

Bella discovers she's back in Forks Washington and that she's in a hellscape where Edward's back from the dead and she's married him. Now, Bella's not quite as anti-Edward as in Painting Red Madonnas where he murders her father but he still left her weird voicemails and sounds like a creep.

"Oh Bella, no," Bella says to her alternate self. "Bella yes" alternate Bella says to her when it's clear that Bella not only married this guy, but had sex with him while human, has his baby daughter, and is super married to him.

And he's so baby faced.

And so is she because oh god she married him out of high school.

WHYYYYYYYYY BELLLAAAAA, WHY YOU DO?!

Bella doesn't know what to do. On the other hand, she should divorce Edward. On the other hand, that will mess up their vampire daughter and Bella lived through a nasty parental divorce herself and knows the damage that can cause. On the other hand, living a lie will also be terrible and she's stuck with all the Cullens, even the ones who suck (though to be fair, Bella per this timeline doesn't know them all that well as they vamoosed quickly). On the other hand, Edward's scary and she legitimately doesn't know what to do if he thinks she's the love of his life and she uh dumps him.

HM.

She also doesn't know what to do with herself. Does she hook back up with Marcus? Is this universe Marcus even her Marcus? Did both of them swap or was it just Bella? This other Marcus sounds... like a person who does nothing.

(Carlisle is also very concerned Bella keeps asking him questions about Marcus, the Volturi, and very heavy handedly implying he had a long running affair with Aro as if it's old news.)

Well, then we get to Jacob.

"Oh my god, we're still friends in this world," Bella says to herself as wow, Jacob, here, and not with weird culty bros. Then she learns he is with weird culty bros because he was a shapeshifter the entire time and apparently sworn to secrecy.

"Oh," Bella says, not sure how to feel about that, because she can't really blame Jake for things and this is a lot of emotions.

Then she learns about imprinting and that Jacob, apparently, is grooming her toddler. "The fuck?" Bella asks and the explanations just make it sound worse. And the Cullens, being weird aliens of course, are going along with this.

Well.

There's nothing for it.

Bella kidnaps her own daughter to Volterra.

Bella Kidnaps Her Daughter to Volterra

Just when Aro thought he had a handle on Marcus having a stroke, Bella appears to have had a stroke. "You're bringing us your daughter?" he asks slowly, unable to believe it. Renesmee too looks terrified but her mother's explanations (and her mother in general) have made her not want to ask questions.

"Yep" Bella says.

Marcus isn't sure if he's relieved or not because this is definitely Bella Swan but... what even is this?

The trio debates. Bella's on board, that's nice, one less thing to worry about and a bonus of a new guard if they can trust her. CAN WE?! Caius asks. Per Marcus's gift, apparently yes.

Of course, this means the other Cullens will find out Bella just went mad and kidnapped herself and her daughter to Volterra without even consulting them and.

Oh.

Won't that be fun.

"Well, at least they don't have Bella," Aro says.

It Descends into Nonsense

As you can imagine, Edward rallies the troops and tries to get both Bella and Renesmee back and accuses Aro of tyranny. It all spirals out of control.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #the less than immaculate conception #bella swan #marcus #renesmee cullen #the cullens #aro #caius #the volturi #meta #headcanon #opinion

[ithehellisbucky]

forget me not

spencer reid x reader

Request: No

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, drowning, murder, drug mention, etc

Summary: You and Spencer don't realize you love each other until it's almost too late

Author's Note: First thing in like fucking forever, so yeah. This was originally a request and then I was at school and I couldn't look at my request so it was way off script, so I just did my own shit, this also takes place in the 5th season, in the middle just after hayley dies.

~

"The unsub is a white male between the ages of 35-45. His modus operandi is drowning in the great lakes, he's already struck Superior, Michigan, Ontario, and Huron, so we expect Lake Erie to be next." Hotch says, glancing at his phone every minute or so. It's his third case back since Hayley died, and he's picked up a habit of waiting to hear bad news.

"This unsub has recently developed a hallucinative disorder where every face he sees has an emotional connection. There were no discernable connections between his victims which leads us to believe that his mind is filling in the gaps at random." Reid says, gesturing abstractly at nothing at all in particular.

"This disorder was likely triggered by a recent brain injury connected to the Great Lakes so keep a lookout for any recent accident victims. He was very social until the accident, and after it he immediately became anti-social. He was probably in a relationship recently, but then broke it off, he is not married, but possibly has children, which he will not shy away from using in a hostage situation." Morgan exclaims as he leans against a desk.

"His victims are all over the place, so we advise everyone to be on high alert. There is no pattern to the murders, from a 51-year-old single mother of two to a 14-year-old on vacation." You pause and take a breath, looking back down at your notes. "Someone out there knows this man, so we implore you to tell as many people as possible, our Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau will be setting up a press conference, and it is very important to get this out to as many people as possible."

"Won't that just spook him more?" One of the sheriff's deputy says, with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes, but at this point, he will kill again no matter what, it's better to have the public be informed because he will take another victim, whether we find him during or after is up to us."

He nods, and looks down at his notepad, badly masking his disturbed grimace.

"Thank you and let us know if you have any leads," Hotch exclaims, closing the meeting.

You walk up to Spencer "I bet we're their favorite people right about now." You say, sipping on your coffee.

Reid avoids your eyes and continues to fidget with the chess piece that he probably stole from one of the officer's desks. "What's wrong Reid?"

"I dunno, I just have a really bad feeling about this one," He picks up his cane and walks away. When Spencer has enough he needs to walk away, and as long as he wasn't hurt that was fine with you.

"Reid, y/l/n, Garcia's got something." Morgan raps his knuckles on the doorway and calls you into a conference room. "Hey babygirl, what do ya got for us?" He exclaims, shifting the call to speakerphone.

"A luscious blonde mane and an intense yearning to hold you." Emily giggles a little bit and Garcia can probably feel Hotch's glare "oh come on Derek."

"Sorry baby, keep goin'."

"I have a name. One Larry Todd. 3 weeks ago he was in a boat accident in which he had a severe concussion and was unconscious for 3 days. He immediately broke up with his girlfriend Shelby, which she was very angry about, adieu to her Facebook page. His ex-wife reported that he missed his last two visitations with his daughter Amelia." She takes a pause "he owned a bait shop that's been closed since his boat was destroyed in the accident, and it's listed as his last residency.

"Fits our profile to a tee," Emily exclaims.

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch says, hanging up the phone call. "Emily, JJ is in the conference so run out and let her know. Morgan and Rossi, go to the bait shop with SWAT, and Reid and y/l/n go to the ex-wife's house; Emily and I will stay here and see what else we can dig up."

Everyone goes their separate ways. The sheriff takes the driver's seat, with you in the shotgun seat and Spencer in the back. You can hear the clang his leg makes against his cane and his foot bouncing.

"I'll take the daughter, and you can have the ex-wife."

"Okay," responds Spencer.

The ex-wife Miranda opens the door sobbing when you knock on it. "Excuse me, ma'am, my name is Agent y/n y/l/n and this is my partner Dr. Spencer Reid, do you mind if we ask you and your daughter a few questions about your ex-husband?"

She continues to sob but lets you in. You look back to see the sheriff playing video games on his phone and you scoff.

Spencer sits down with the crying woman and you politely ask if you can speak to her daughter. She tells you yes and that Amelia is around back.

"Bye, Reid." You blow a kiss to Spencer and walk out the door, shaking a sinister nagging feeling itching at the back of your neck.

You walk across the pavement and open the gate to enter your unsub's former backyard. "Hi Amelia, my name is y/n, I'm a friend of your mommies."

Beginning to grow more suspicious, you pull out your gun and triple-check to make sure it's on safety. If Todd is there you know that he would be fine with sacrificing his daughter for his own goals and you wouldn't let that happen "Amelia? Is your daddy here."

"Boo!" A little girl with pigtails holding a stuffed rabbit jumps from behind the recycling bin and you chuckle, putting your gun away in your holster. "Did I scare you?"

"You sure did!" You laugh. "Wow, that's such a pretty bunny, where did you get it?"

"My daddy got it for me." She said, showing off her gap tooth.

"That's so cool! Do you remember what it was like when he gave it to you?" You kneel to be at eye level with the child.

"Yeah, he was super cuddly, now he's a little more pokey, but that's okay." She says, playing with the bunny ears.

"When did he get pokey, Amelia?" You hesitated, something was off "I just want your daddy to be cuddly again."

"A little bit ago. He used to tell me stories till I fell asleep eeeeeverynight, but then he stopped for a week and when he came back he was like a big lion."

You had a growing sense of paranoia budding in your spine, why was she telling you all this so fast? "What type of stories?"

"He used to tell me princess stories, but after he stopped for a week he talked all about ones about the scary lady who tried to take me away, but then he stopped her! And the boy who was being dangerous so he had to make sure that she didn't hurt me." She exclaimed absentmindedly.

You start to pull your phone out of your pocket until Amelia starts talking again "and just now, he was talking about the bad knight who tried to take me away."

Your jaw dropped and you tried to find the best course of action, but by the time your brain started working it was too late. He walked up behind you and whispered into your ear "Nighty-night."

And then everything was black

~~~

"Hey, mommy."

"Yes, sweetheart?" She quickly wiped the tears off of her face to turn to her daughter.

"Can I have ice cream?"

"Of course sweetheart" she gives me a small smile and gets up towards the kitchen. "Where's that nice agent that came here with Dr. Reid?"

"They weren't a nice agent, they were a bad, bad, bad knight, and they were trying to take me away, so daddy took them instead."

No.

Oh no.

No no no no no no no no.

Where were they? Where was y/n?

I pulled out my gun without a second thought and left my cane behind, I ran as fast as I could without it, and by the time I was in the backyard my knee was burning and they were gone.

~~~

You woke up halfway through the drive. The road switched from smooth the bumpy a million times over, and it smelled like bees. Not like honey, not like pollen, like bees. Just bees. It smelled nice, but you don't want to die smelling bees.

You wanted to move. Move your body, move your head, move your eyes, move anything, but you couldn't move. Nothing could move. There was a sweaty tv shirt shoved between your teeth. Your hands were bound with bristled rope and there was metal all around you and you were certain that this was the back of a van. At first, you thought there must be a blindfold over your eyes, and then you realized that they were just too tired to open.

There was an old country song playing over the radio, a love song about a family in a house. The truck stopped shaking and he pulled the ignition. A growing sense of dread filled your stomach as he walked around towards the back of the truck. He opened the door and you saw his face.

That could only mean one thing- you weren't leaving here alive.

~~~

Within minutes crime scene techs were on the scene, but I knew they wouldn't find anything useful. The only thing that was there was the absence of y/n and our distraught profile.

"They were right here, right here, they were- they were right here, right here." Hotch looked at me somberly, and Morgan rubbed my shoulder with sympathy.

"We need to update our profile," Emily said, there was no time to waste, "we know what this guy does to people, and if he would risk abducting an armed federal agent in front of his daughter there's no doubt they in danger."

"We know Emily," Everyone looks at me kind of funny like I've said something wrong, but at this point, I don't care what anyone thinks of me, "His reason for doing this was for his daughter, he took out anyone he saw as a threat, a motherly figure, someone who could be her older brother, anyone who was a threat and wanted to take Amelia away from him.

"His disorder is fairly undocumented, being exactly the opposite of prosopagnosia, where patients disassociate faces from their loved ones, causes him to feel emotions about people he's never seen before, and his subconscious is assigning meaning to them at random, picking up anyone shows the slightest twinge of distaste.

"y/n picked up more than a twinge, they were there to take his daughter away, so he likely believes they're the mastermind." Everyone looks at me and waits for me to say the thing we all know is coming "he's not going to kill them before they suffer."

As we hitched a ride back to the station my leg was bouncing like crazy and my fingers were tapping the numbers of pi into the leather of the car door. Emily put her hand on my shoulder but I couldn't feel her, y/n missing was the only thing I could feel.

"Garcia I need you to check if Larry Todd owns any vehicles large enough to hold a person, trunks, vans, trucks anything," Morgan says into his speakerphone once we get back to the station.

"Oh god it's true, he really has them?" I can hear the distraught coated thick on her voice "do you think they're in pain, do you think he-"

"Garcia we don't have time for this, does he or does he not have any vehicles in his name." I snapped, I could apologize later when y/n was in a hospital bed.

"No, but you know I'm never one to go to bed early, and it turns out his great uncle died a year and a half ago, but his van was pulled over and given a speeding ticket a few months ago, how much do you wanna bet that's our guy and not a psychopath's uncle."

"Thanks, Garcia," Rossi hangs up the phone and turns to one of the sheriff's deputies in the room, "put out an ATB on that van."

"Okay, I'm gonna go through the medical files again, see if there's anything I missed," Hotch catches my arm.

"There isn't, right now all we can do is wait and look." He pauses "we've sent out patrol cars to look for the van, go out with Morgan, and circle around Lake Erie."

"Hotch, what if- what if we don't find them, or we find them and it's too late, or we find-"

"Right now she's alive, you said it yourself, he's not gonna let her die so easy."

As disturbing as it is hearing that someone you love more than anything is being tortured, I found it strangely comforting. They're alive. They are alive. They are prepared. After Tobias took me they brought me to a CIA torture seminar, just on the off chance that anything happened, I wouldn't break again.

I stared out the window of the passenger side of the SUV. Morgan wasn't talking, he knew what I was feeling, because he felt it before, when it happened to me.

"We've got a report of the vehicle going down sunmist lane" the scanner jumps to life.

I had memorized the map the second we landed; "we're five minutes away" and then, quietly under my breath, I whispered, "I'm coming y/n."

~~~

He held your head underwater for the 7th or the fiftieth time. You can't remember. You can't remember. You can't remember anything other than the water under the dock filling my lungs.

"What do you want with my daughter?!" He screamed at you as he pulled you out again, You vomited up all the water that my body could muster. You didn't know he had a daughter.

You forgot everything you learned to do. You forgot to pretend it was affecting me, You forgot how to hold my breath, You forgot. You forgot everything.

Except for Spencer, Spencer's smile, Spencer holding you, Spencer missing you until that was gone too.

Everything went away but the water.

He kicked you back off the dock again, and for a second you gasped for air, and then you sank, nothing even mattered anyways.

The man pulled you out again and kicked you in the ribs; you felt something rip inside of you and you screamed as loud as you could, which was more like a whimper.

"Larry Todd put your hands up!" Two men came behind the man who drowned you, you couldn't remember them, but you could remember the rip in your ribs filling with water.

He shoved you back into the water and you didn't even try to fight this time, you just sank, feet after feet after feet of water. You didn't hold your breath, you didn't care.

A figure appeared above you, and you saw the angel. He had a shimmering brown halo and a beautiful bright face that looked terrified, just like an angel.

And then he pulled you up.

~~~

This might be heaven, but it might be hell. You can tell the room is white without opening your eyes. There's a steady beeping sound to your left and it smells like chlorine.

When you finally manage to open your eyes you wished you hadn't. All you see is lethargy around you.

JJ is drooling in her sleep while Emily is asleep on her shoulder, Garcia is snoring in the corner with her knitting in a pile next to her. Morgan and Rossi are nowhere to be seen, but you can't blame them, seeing people they love getting beat up over and over again never gets easier. You can hear the faint sounds of Hotch arguing with someone over the phone in the hallway.

But worst of all is Spencer. He's wide awake and his foot is tapping like crazy on the ground. There are deep and dark eye bags surrounding his eyes and hints at a beard forming on his face. His cane is tossed uncharacteristically on the ground, and he pays it no attention whatever.

You open your mouth to speak, but when you do a stabbing pain shoots through your diaphragm and you gasp. The second Spencer hears you he shoots up and kneels next to the bed, which must be no easy feat.

"Hey, how are you?" He strokes your hair as gently as he can.

You try to speak but no words come out.

"Do you want some water?" You nod, trying to not feel pathetic. The second the glass of water comes into your eye line you knock it out of his hand and it goes shattering onto the floor, waking everyone else in the room up.

You start to cry, feeling guilty and scared about why a glass of water could've terrified you so much. "Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a bunch of sand made into something you can drink out of, it's not a big deal, don't worry." That calms you down a little bit.

You look around to see the rest of the team cradled around you. "How are you feeling honey?" Garcia whispers as if speaking too loudly would mortally wound you.

You reach up and touch your throat, and it burns. There's more confusion, and then JJ is getting her hand cut on the glass she was cleaning, Garcia was whispering too loudly and Emily was touching your arm, and Hotch and Morgan and Rossi were walking in the room and Spencer was pushing a button on your bed and the monitor was beeping and then you were screaming.

Screaming so loudly, screaming in pain, screaming in fear, screaming in confusion, screaming because you were overwhelmed and sad and scared. "Everyone gets out," Spencer says, and everyone quickly does, he knows you best, and right now, everything was too much.

"Wh-what happened" you whisper, throat and lungs still hurting but since you had screamed the worst part was over.

"The unsub kidnapped you, and tried to drown you, your heart stopped in the ambulance, but they brought you back." You remembered "You had been dunked in the water and brought back up at least 15 times, not including when I brought you out.

"You needed 53 stitches and had a punctured lung when we found you." He pauses "You're safe now, we have him in custody and he can never hurt anyone ever again." You let out a breath that you didn't know you had been holding.

"I'm so sorry," You were crying "I forgot you, I'm so sorry. He made everything go away but the water I'm sorry that I forgot you."

"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, you were trying to stay alive." He stroked your hair and held your hands gently "He tortured you, when Hankel tortured me all I could think about were the drugs and the pain, you didn't do anything wrong, you survived."

"I survived?"

"Yes."

"Can I tell you something?" You chuckled, your tears had stopped but it was still wet on your face.

"Anything."

"I thought you were an angel when you saved, and now I realize that you weren't my angel, it wasn't magic, and it wasn't godly." Spencer looks puzzled, and you paused to take a deep and painful breath "It was the fact that I am so deeply in love with you, that seeing you love me back felt like heaven.

Spencer stares at you, his mouth closed and his mouth on the floor "You don't have to say anything, just know that-"

His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence. For a moment you forget about the pain in your throat, the burn in your lungs, and the agony all over your body; it was just Spencer.

You pulled away for breath, your breaths dancing with each other.

"I was so scared" he whimpered in fear.

You stroked his hair gently "I was more terrified than I had ever been. I was so horrified that I would wake up tomorrow and my reason for living would be dead. I was more scared than I had been when I thought my dad killed a kid, I was more scared than when Hankel tortured me, I was more scared when I realized that I loved drugs more than my own life.

"You were the person that held my hand when I was hurting so bad I would forget to breathe, and then you weren't here because you were the person in pain and I realized that I loved you because nothing hurt me more than the fear that I could lose the one thing in the world that made me feel okay."

He takes a deep breath and looks at you as deeply in your eyes as you thought could ever be possible. "I love you too, and I promise you I'll never let you go."

His lips meet yours, and through a kiss, you whisper "I'll never forget you again"

And you knew that you had Spencer and everything is going to be okay.

~~

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[imaginesfor-thesoul]

spencer reid x Hotch! daughter 

PART TWO ( you can find part one here)

word count: 3.7k 

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, thank you guys so much for all the support on the first part.

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The board room in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was bustling. To an unfamiliar eye, the scattered papers, photographs and maps all across the floor would indicate that a hurricane had blown through the room. Though this madness, as chaotic as it may be, was a methodical look into a profilers brain.

In the eye of the hurricane, sat (y/n). She would fidget with the rings on her fingers or tap her foot against the ground. Now two days into the investigation, the possibility that they may not find Lacy alive plagued (y/n). 

Across the room, Spencer Reid was working on a geographical profile centered around the home that Amber (deceased), Lacy (missing) and (y/n) (Currently fucking terrified) shared.

“I’ve been looking over the note that the unsub left, I noticed something in the second line.” Prentiss announced. “-and don’t worry, I cared for Amber in her last moments. I took her last breath with poise and precision” She quoted.

(y/n)’s foot tapped a little harder. Unbeknownst to her, noted by a gentle eyed Spencer. 

Prentiss continued, “The emphasis on care, precision and poise determines almost a sincere effort to impress and please whoever found the note. These sound like the words of a female unsub. An incredibly insecure female unsub at that.”  She concluded. 

The team collectively agreed with this theory and continued on. 

Derek sat down at the table next to (y/n). “So, we know you’ve still got your phone on you, have you turned it on since you left?” He asked.

(y/n) shook her head “No, I haven’t just incase it’s being tapped.” Suddenly her fingernails became oh so interesting once more. 

Derek nodded in understanding. “Right, okay, now listen (y/n), I know it’s going to be scary but after we give the profile and do the press conference, I’m going to need you to turn that phone back on for me, it may be our only contact with our unsub.” 

This made (y/n)’s heart feel as though it were about to stop. The continual state of shock and fear that she remained in, had manifested  a sense of detachment and disconnect to the whole case. This roped her right back in to the center of the case. 

A quick nod was enough of answer for Derek as he shot a friendly wink her way. Getting up he said “Thanks kid, you know, you’re really doing great.” Before walking off. 

Replacing Dereks absence, (y/n)’s father, SSA Aaron Hotchner took a seat next to his visibly overwhelmed daughter. “How are you holding up?” He placed a loving arm around her shoulder and pulled her in.

A quiet stream of tears slid down her cheek as she hid her face into his chest, “I’m ready to wake up now, dad.” 

This killed him. A breaking father holding his broken daughter.

(y/n) held her head back up and excused herself to the restroom.

Above the hum in the room, Hotch cleared his throat, gathering everyone’s eager attention. “We are ready to present our profile. JJ, get in contact with the local PD’s and bring them all here this afternoon, we are going to need as much help as we can get.”

JJ nodded obediently and rushed out of the room straight to her office. 

:: :: ::

(y/n) sat quietly and patiently as she listened to her father and his team deliver their profile. They determined that the unsub was female, insecure and incredibly manic. The impulsive nature of this unsub means that anyone in contact with her must be prepared for her erratic behavior. This behavior may present itself through violence, self harm, or fleeing. 

Every mention of Lacy and Amber made her flinch. She knew what she had to do once these meetings were over, and she was terrified.

The core team filed back into the board room and (y/n) placed her phone onto the table. Morgan spoke up. “If you are right about the unsub tapping your phone, shortly after turning it on there is a large chance our unsub will try to contact you.”

“Reid!” Hotch grabbed the young genius’ attention. “Can you prep (y/n) for the call, it has to be her on the phone.” 

(y/n) and Spencer sat down across from each other next to a window. Far from all the chatter. Reid looked at (y/n). And suddenly, momentarily, it was like they were back on the floor of the bullpen. Something about the two of them was magnetic, there was no longer a killer that had killed one roommate and kidnapped the other, there was no unsub, no threat of security. But for now, there was a more pressing issue hand, so this spontaneous, charismatic revelation of love and soul would have to be pushed to the side. Though a silent mutual understanding had been made next to that window. That was for later.

Clearing his throat, Reid began. “Right, I’ll go over the basics for you.” He was being overly professional. Not only does he have FBI guidelines to follow, but also this gorgeous, incredible young woman’s father right across the room. Suppressing every urge in his being, he continued.

(y/n) listened with wide eyes, panic blowing on the back of her neck. 

“You need to keep the unsub on the phone for as long as you can, okay? Garcia will be tracking where the call is coming from, but the more time she has the better.”  Reid hesitated when he saw (y/n)’s hand begin to tremble. All he want to do was place her small hand in his, look her in the eye and assure her that everything will be okay. But he couldn’t. He cleared his throat “Um okay also, don’t let the conversation get off topic, we want as many hints as to where Lacy could be, her…condition-” 

A glaze glimmered across (y/n)’s eyes. The saddest glimmer the young profiler had ever seen. Reid could see she was trying to hold it together. 

“We’ll all be here with you. Your father, Rossi, all of us.”  (y/n) nodded, a lone tear escaping her.

Instinctively, Reid’s hand lay gently on top of her own. He gave in to yearning. The second (y/n) and Reid finally connected, a new star found its way into the sky. A rosebud bloomed and all the birds sang.

“I’ll be there.” He concluded.

(y/n)’s heart was fighting its way out of her chest. “Okay…” She began. “I can do this, we can do this.”

Reid nodded.

“For Lacy.”

“(y/n), Reid. We’re all set up. Ready when you are.” Garcia announced from across the room.

Reid quickly detracted his hand, (y/n) instantly felt a sense of loss and longing for its return.

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) responded back with a (hopefully) confident sounded “I’m ready.”

She sharply stood up and found her way over to the large table where the rest of the team had already crowded around. A speaker sat in the center, as well as veins of wires spreading between all sorts of machinery.

Taking a seat next to her father, she felt his hand make its way to her shoulder. 

“You’ve got this, (y/n). I’m right here next to you. She can’t hurt you from here.” Hotch told his shaking daughter. She leaned into his hand before sitting back up straight.

“Okay… turn it on.”

Garcia reached across the table grabbing the phone. Holding down the power button, the screen began to light up. The room got silent.

36 seconds.

36 seconds of sheer panic.

36 seconds of pure silence.

36 seconds and (y/n) and Spencer Reid’s eyes did not leave one and others.

The hum of a ringtone slices through the silence. The tension cut short. 

“Show time.” Rossi says quietly, shooting (y/n) a look of encouragement. 

(y/n) looks to her father one last time before grabbing the phone. “Hello?” She asks. Struggling to hear anything past the bulldozing beat of her screaming heart. 

Garcia connects the phone to the speaker so everyone could hear. 

There was a low trill which was slowly getting louder. a laugh. not a maniacal laugh. more like a hysterical, painful, uncontrollable roar. 

All eyes across the table dart to one and other, not entirely sure of how to proceed. 

The laughing finally ceases. “It’s good to hear from you, (y/n). I’ve missed you.” The woman drawls. 

A shiver ran down her spine. “Do you have Lacy?” (y/n) ignored the tremble in her voice, using all of her power to not burst into tears. 

The woman on the phone chuckled once more. “You mean the bitch that won’t stop whining and screaming?! I’m surprised you can’t hear her.”

Prentiss nodded and whispered in a hushed tone “This is a good sign Lacy’s still alive.”

Morgan leaned over to Garcia. “You got it, baby girl?” He asked

“Just need a little longer to work my magic” Garcia responded. 

“C-can i talk to her?” (y/n) asked. 

Spencer looks to her worryingly. As if trying to warn her, she may not like what she hears. 

There was a slight pause, the static on the line held steady. 

“I think that’s going to have to be a no.” The woman on the phone decided.  “Bye now, (y/n) See you soon.” She said

Before (y/n) could even process, the line goes dead. She instantly looks to Garcia. “We’ve got a location!” She announces

A big sigh of relief falls over the table. 

Hotch stands quickly, grabbing his jacket. “Right, let’s head out.”

:: :: :: 

Crammed in the SUV, Hotch and (y/n) took the front two seats, with Hotch driving. Spencer and Rossi took the back two seats, and the others traveled in a operate vehicle. 

“So we can definitely determine that you have come in contact with this unsub before, or at least she has come in contact with you.”  Spencer piped up while Hotch weaved through traffic.

“Did you recognize their voice?”Rossi asks (y/n).

(y/n) was once again fiddling with the rings on her fingers, “Uh…no, I don’t think I did.” The entire car ride her thoughts felt like the static on the other end of that phone call. She couldn’t think of any thing other than Lacy. Hoping, pleading that she would be okay.

A petit blue house at the end of a road was surrounded by flashing sirens and yellow tape.  This was it. (y/n) thought. They were getting Lacy back.

Hopping out of the van, (y/n) was instantly fitted with a bulletproof vest.  Her father, also wearing a vest, made his way towards her. “Listen, there’s a chance that we’re going to need you in there. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t come to that. But I need you to be ready… just in case, okay?” Hotch looked at his daughter, the pair both had matching vests and matching teary eyes.

Not letting any tears spill, (y/n) nodded harshly. “Okay, I just can’t wait for this to be over.”

Hotchner sighed and agreed. “Me too kid-“ Placing his hands on her shoulders, he continued “We’ve got to go in now. I love you, (y/n). Always.” He pulled her into a welcome bone-crushing hug.  

“I love you too, Dad.” She whispered, before letting go, and watching her dad, Prentiss and Morgan file into the old house, after kicking down the door of course.

Looking to her left, (y/n) noticed the doe-eyed genius had stayed behind. “Aren’t you supposed to be in there too?” She inquired. Not really caring about the answer, more just trying to distract from the deafening static that comes with a side of panic and trauma.

Reid smiled slightly. “Oh I asked to stay behind with you. Just so…you know, in case you do need to go in, you don’t have to be by yourself.”

This was the first time (y/n) had seen Spencer less than 100% sure of what he was saying. But she couldn’t help but admit the relief and gratitude she felt after hearing this.

Looking him in the eyes, that familiar magnetism returned. “Thank you.”

:: :: ::

Almost 6 minutes had gone by, and (y/n) was getting nervous. 

“What do you think is taking them so long?” (y/n) asked Spencer. 

Just as he was about to respond, both radios attached to their vests began to sound. Amidst the harmony of static and beeping, the pair could make out Prentiss’  voice saying. “Bring (y/n) in. I repeat, bring (y/n) in. Slowly.”

(y/n)’s heart sunk. “Fuck.” Was all that she could muster up. 

Instinctively, Spencer reached for (y/n)’s hand once more, this time with no plan of letting go. “Hey, it’s okay (y/n). I’ll be right here with you.”

Following his lead, (y/n) could barely feel her legs. Entering the building, she quickly assessed the room. To her left, Morgan and Prentiss had their guns drawn, following their aim, she saw the back of a blonde woman’s head, she was scrabbling around screeching, fighting (y/n)’s father. Through the shock and haze, (y/n) couldn’t really process what was going on entirely. Looking even more to the right, she noticed Lacy, strapped to a chair, with a gag made of cloth surpassing whatever she was trying to say.

This was what it took to break (y/n) out of the daze. Making eye contacted with her missing, presumed dead roommate after days of worrying created a wave of emotion to crash through her. Sobbing, she screamed out “LACY!” Slipping out of Reid’s grasp and running towards her helpless friend.

The commotion between Hotch and the blonde woman halted, “(y/n)! It is just wonderful to see you again.” The familiar voiced drawled.

(y/n) looked towards the woman, instantly noting the large blade dangling between her thumb and finger. Finally, (y/n) made eye contact with the woman. The woman who killed amber. The woman who kidnapped and tortured Lacy. The woman who looked a bit too familiar.

“Sylvia.” (y/n) finally matched a name to that devious smile.

Sylvia chuckled. “Oh, so you DO remember me.” 

Of course she did. Sylvia was (y/n)’s old neighbor. A few weeks after moving in, (y/n) had met Sylvia one evening when they both arrived home at the same time. After some introductory small talk, (y/n) was invited in, though she didn’t want to be rude, she had already had such a long day at work and was ready to go to bed. Politely declining, in the following weeks she would see Sylvia every day. It seemed no matter what time (y/n) would come home, Sylvia would be there too. It was then things started to take a turn. Frequently, (y/n)’s power would go out, she’d awake to find her front door was wide open or that a faucet had been left on. She didn’t stay in that apartment for very long.

(y/n) quite literally hadn’t a tear left to shed. “Why are you doing this?” .

Lessening the grip on the blade, Sylvia became once again fixated on (y/n). (y/n) held her gaze, knowing what she was doing.

“All…all I’ve wanted from you, was a friend. I offered you tea. I tried to hang out with you. And what did you do?? YOU TURNED AROUND AND MOVED ACROSS TOWN WITH THOSE TWO BITCHES.” She was screaming now. 

Noting the vulnerability. Spencer took the opportunity to kick the blade out of Sylvia’s hand. 

“GO!” (y/n) cried as her father roughly grabbed Sylvia’s arms and forced them behind her back. “Don’t you ever even THINK about hurting my daughter ever again.” He threatened, venom spilling from his lips. 

Walking her out of the door. (y/n) rushed over to Lacy, along side Prentiss and Reid. Spencer unbound her hands while Prentiss and (y/n) worked on untying the gag. The moment she was released she threw her arms over (y/n) in a roaring sob of relief.

“Oh god, oh god. Thank you.” Lacy cried.

:: :: ::

The paramedics came in to take Lacy away to the hospital. Because of her fragility mentally and physically, no visitors were allowed to go with her for the time being. 

Before they knew it, the case was over. It had never felt real. 

Back in that SUV with her father, Spencer and Rossi, (y/n) couldn’t help but smile. Lacy was okay.

It was a longer drive back, there was no need to rush. The sun was setting. The highway lines glowed against the purple sky. An orange halo fell onto all of them. Glancing up into the rearview mirror, (y/n) caught Spencer’s eye. He smiled towards her. Her chest fluttered.  That was a quiet drive, but none of them seemed to mind.

:: :: ::

FOUR MONTHS LATER

It took about a week and a half for (y/n) to finish moving and unpacking all of the boxes in her new apartment. Though she had garnered some help from her father and Rossi.

On a warm summer Friday, (y/n) had decided to invite the BAU team over for a house-warming dinner party. Of course, her cooking would not be as excellent as Rossi’s homemade Italian cuisine she had come to know and love. Since Sylvia, Hotchner had been a lot more open about bringing (y/n) into the office. She had formed quite a bond with the team members, specifically a certain cardiganned doe eyed genius.

It was 5PM now, 1 hour until she told everyone to come. (y/n) wore sweats as she attempted to makeup her face a little. It was then that the doorbell rang. Jumping up, (y/n) only assumed that it was her father. He was always way too early. Opening the door, she was shocked to see Spencer standing there.

“Oh! Hey Spence.” She invited him in, instantly becoming overly aware of what she was wearing, how she was standing and only having one eyebrow done. Being so fixated on this, she didn’t recognize the unusual nervousness Reid was exhibiting. He rocked back on forth on his feet, not being able to find the right words.

“Hey, uh, sorry I’m so early. I just wanted to talk to you about something real quick before everyone else got here.” He managed to stumble out. 

(y/n) nodded for him to continue, feeling slightly worried. 

“Do you remember when we first met? On the floor of the bullpen at the BAU?” He posed, somewhat out of nowhere. 

(y/n) smiled fondly. “Of course I do, silly.” 

“Well,” Reid started up again. “Ever since that morning, I have never been the same.” He stopped abruptly, checking in with (y/n), making sure he wasn’t scaring her.

(y/n)’s heart skipped a beat,   “Go on…” She prompted.

“It’s just that, every time I look at you, my brain slows down. All I can think about is you. I don’t even have to be in the same room as you, but If I think of you, which I do often, you’re all I can focus on. At first I thought there was something wrong with me, but then, I realized that this wasn’t a bad thing.” 

A small smile found it’s way to (y/n)’s face. Hopefully she was correct about the direction that this was going.

“You see, (y/n), I WANT to only think about you, because when I do, I feel as though the sun is dancing all around me. When we look at each other, It feels like magic. Like the world was made for us to be in the same room. Please, tell me you feel it too.” Reid’s ramblings pause.

Sighing, (y/n) takes a step closer to him. “Well it’s about time you said something. I was worried it was just me.” Her smile widened as did his.

“Thank god.” Spencer quickly muttered, and before she knew it his large hands were on the sides of her face slipping into her hair. The moment their lips connected it were as if lightening had escaped from within them. It was electrifying.

(y/n) and Spencer made their way onto the couch as their hands gripped all over each other.

An electrical storm of love and soul consumed them. Breaking apart only to catch their breath.

Suddenly a loud chime made it’s way from the door. (y/n) shot up straight. “Shit what time is it??”.

Spencer glanced at his watch. “5:58” He reported. 

Getting up, she whispered just incase whoever was behind the door had recently acquired super hearing. “Can you get the door? I have to finish getting ready. Also, you should probably fix your hair so you don’t look like we just made out for 40 minutes.” With a wink she left the young agent with a passionate  kiss before running off to her room.

Frantically completing her other eyebrow and applying lip gloss, (y/n) slipped on a new sundress. Past the door she could hear a couple of familiar voices. Taking a breath she smoothed out her dress and opened the door.

In her living room, she found a JJ, Garcia, Morgan and her father. While the girls complimented her look, she gave her dad a quick hug as they waited for the rest of the team to arrive.

Emerging from the kitchen with two glasses of water, was an awestruck Reid. He not-so-subtly looked her up and down before shortly clearing his throat and handing her a glass. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think boy wonder had a crush.” Morgan chuckled. Almost everyone found this amusing. However, Hotch’s face didn’t show even a glimmer of amusement.

Brushing it off swiftly, (y/n) and Spencer subconsciously stood a little farther apart than normal.

The night continued on as the rest of the team showed up. At this point, everyone was at the very least a little bit drunk. Some more than others (Prentiss went hard).

While everyone was laughing huddled around the loud kitchen, Spencer took this opportunity to lean and whisper to (y/n). “I like the lipstick.”

(y/n) blushed, something she wasn’t quite used to the feeling of. “It’s a good thing you interrupted me before I had the chance to put it on, otherwise your face may be stained right about now.” 

He jokingly rolled his eyes at her as they seamlessly rejoin the conversation.

At the dinner table, the riotous chatter continued, and somewhere, at some point, Spencer and (y/n)’s hands had found their way into each others.  Out of sight from everyone else, however nothing else was on their minds.

:: :: :: FIN!!

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[randomdcfangirl]

Jason x Superman's daughter!reader

Request: Hi can i request a jason todd x reader where reader is a daughter of a hero and defends jason infront of the jl by @illzarr

(A/N): You didn't specify if you wanted them to be a couple or not but I made them one, hope that's okay :) Also I made it Superman's daughter.

Tags: @redhoodieone @avengerdragoness @comic-nerd-dc

Keys: (Y/N): Your Name (Y/S/N): Your Superhero Name

Word Count: 1,381

Warning(s): Cursing, arguing, mention of child abuse, talking about Jason's death, league may be a bit rude and ignorant when it comes to Red Hood, also a bit insensitive

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Being on The Watchtower wasn't something Jason liked doing, especially since he wasn't Robin anymore. As Robin it was fun and he liked it but after everything it wasn't a fun experience. Red Hood isn't seen as a hero in the hero community like he is down in Crime Alley. Moral codes got in the way of that.

How the hell Jason got (Y/N) Kent or (Y/S/N) he has no idea, no fucking clue. Why did Clark allow it you may ask? He did not, he doesn't know, good thing Jason carries Kryptonite around, he's not dying a second time to Superman.

Jason doesn't even really know why he was called to this mission, it wasn't hard and they wouldn't need backup so he was a bit on guard because of that. He was walking with his Nightwing, his brother of all people, to this meeting that Jason is pretty sure isn't a meeting. Jason's pretty sure he's getting set up but he was going with it for now, well somewhat.

"Wing, you need to tell me right now, am I getting set up?" Jason asked him.

"I'm not going to take you to get arrested, Hood. If I wanted that it would've happened a long time ago." Dick let out a laugh.

"Wow thanks, glad to know you don't want me in prison." Jason joked. "But actually, this isn't a mission is it?"

"To be honest, I wasn't told anything either. So I honestly don't know." Dick replied.

"Okay, now I know it's not a mission. They were prepared for me to ask questions so they didn't tell you anything." Jason sighed. "Guess I'm arguing with somebody today."

Dick shrugged and they continued on their way to the conference room. That conversation didn't give Jason any information at all. They arrived in the conference room a few minutes later and everyone was there, already waiting for them. There was a seat for Jason at the table between Diana and (Y/N), Jason cautiously walked up and sat in the chair while Dick walked around to sit next to Bruce and Clark.

"Now that we're all here we can get started. So, it's not really a mission." Superman said. Jason's suspicions were confirmed.

"I had a feeling, so why am I here?" Jason sighed.

"Think of this as sort of an intervention, Batman has no say in anything we've done and he cannot stop it." Diana said.

"Intervention for what?" Jason asked confused.

"Your actions as the Red Hood." Clark replied.

"If this is about killing I haven't killed anyone in the past year, bats already beat you to that "intervention" a while ago." Jason said with finger quotations.

"Not just the killing, there's a lot of younger heros that look up to you and you're too aggressive out in the field." Diana explained vaguely.

"But yes mostly the killing." Flash said.

"I didn't sign up to be a role model, that's not my fault. All I do is mind my business and do my job, I don't think that's a need for an intervention." Jason replied.

"Okay, let's talk to Jason instead of Red Hood, drop the persona." Superman said. "Clark to Jason."

"Sorry but Jason isn't any different, I think the person you're looking for died in a warehouse 8 years ago." Jason replied, Clark flinched a bit at that remark. "Just spit it the fuck out, why exactly am I here?"

"They don't like the way you act and work down in Gotham like they have any authority down there in the first place." (Y/N) said from her place next to Jason.

"(Y/N)." Clark warned.

"No, all you guys ever do when he's here is criticize like you have authority over him. Well guess fucking what, you don't. He's a grown man who can make his own decisions and you're not his family. Maybe you were considered so at one point but in my opinion you lost that privilege a long time ago!" She exclaimed to all of them.

"(Y/N) you don't hav-." Jason started but she cut him off standing out of her chair.

"No! I do! I'm sick of all of you trying to change who the Red Hood is! Just because he has a different moral code? Also did you know that he's never once killed an innocent person? Did you know Red Hood has only ever killed murderers, rapists, child molesters, because I don't know about you but those people don't deserve to be breathing in my opinion anyway." She said darkly then turned to Jason and talked softly. "They brought you up here because Joker is dead but they wanted to know if you did it or not. They wanted to see if they could make you say it without straight out asking you."

"He's dead? When? Who?" Jason asked quietly in shock.

"We were hoping you knew." Green Lantern said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

"If I was never stopped he would've been dead a long time ago. But no I didn't kill him, I wish I did but nope." Jason was keeping himself composed from the shock.

"Okay, he didn't kill him, like I told you many times. But you wanted to know how I knew so you know what I'll tell you. I was with him for the past 2 weeks every single night and day. He's my boyfriend and he's the most kind hearted, hard working, strongest and intelligent man I've ever met. I've never been treated with such respect and love so I'm not going to sit here and let you tear him a part in lectures anymore. He does too much good down in Crime Alley to deserve it." She said strongly to everyone in the room. Bruce sent her a nod because he's glad Jason has her.

"Oh really, what good has he done?" Green Arrow said.

"When was the last time you guys gave out food to street kids or an orphanage? How many of you guys help kids with homework or the kids who have to cover bruises on their arms or legs while at school? When was the last time you gave a sexual assault victim peace of mind knowing their attacker can't hurt them anymore? When was the last time you worked your asses off every single night to bring kidnapped children home from a trafficking ring? Probably never for most of you but Jason does it every single day while dealing with his own demons up in his mind because guess what he's gone through literal hell and back and that shit ain't easy!" She exclaimed more. "C'mon babe, you have no reason to be up here. Let's go home."

She grabbed his hand after they both stood up and they walked out of the room. They left everyone in the room including her father who didn't know what to think.

"That's three bats now somehow involved with my family." Clark sighed.

"It's not fun from my side either, Clark." Bruce replied standing up. "Also don't ever call a meeting to do with any of my children again. Especially not Jason, he deals with enough already and you have no authority over Gotham so your input on my city is not accepted. Leave my family and my city out of League business, this meeting is over."

Batman is scary but Batdad is scarier.

When Jason and (Y/N) got to his apartment they changed out of their gear and into sweats and comfy clothes.

"You didn't have to do that you know." Jason said wrapping his arms around her from behind while in their bedroom looking out the window.

"I did, I know you won't defend yourself with actual facts and would likely turn to anger to protect yourself so as your girlfriend I decided I'd take it upon myself to protect you the way you try to protect me, even though I'm Kryptonian." She replied. Jason huffed a laugh because he does do that even though she doesn't need it.

"I love you." Jason told her kissing the side of her head.

"I love you too." She replied and turned to give him a real kiss.

They'd deal with Superman later.

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Hi, I haven't wrote is fic in a long time but here this is. I'm still doing the Jason x Bermudian!reader I'm sorry that's taking so long. But I love you guys and hopefully I'll be more active on here :) <3 (Also I couldn't think of a title lol)

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[snarkwrites]

13 | gangsta ; sweetpea

NOTES:

It's been a while. I've had these two chapters written for a while now but I haven't had time to sit down, edit them a little better and post them. Since I have time now, I thought I'd go ahead and do that, whether you guys asked for these next two chapters or not.

Sorry this took forever! Sorry I'm so slow, I've been settling into a new house and taking care of some IRL stuff / taking a little break. I swear, I'm going to update everything sooner or later. >.>

I love you guys.

WARNINGS:

NON/ LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. ANGST & SLOW BURN, HEAVY SEXUAL TENSIONSTARTING NOW, ACTUALLY - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. VIOLENCE / SWEARING & FIGHTING, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE DRINKING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…EVENTUAL SEXUAL CONTENT / A VIRGIN ORIGINAL CHARACTER- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there. STALKER TW - this chapter marks the true appearance of Alyssa's ex, Dave Novak. It's hinted heavily that he's a gross asshole who likes to play mind games. ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING TW - This chapter contains an attempted kidnapping. If this is gonna bother you you're best off not reading it.

If you're under 18+, probably not a good or wise idea to continue reading this series. Because there are going to be a few dark and adult themes within. I'll warn here, of course, but you need to understand that I don't control you. If you continue to read after having read the warnings and you're upset or don't like something... Totally on you, friend.

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Andrews!Sibling OFC x Sweet Pea.

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THIRTEEN.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Quiet sleepy little town you’ve got here. I can see the appeal, scarlet.

[773 - 589 - 7956] I saw you last night. If I didn’t know what a treacherous bitch you were, I’d say you look more beautiful than ever.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Have you shown that new boytoy of yours all the dirty little photos you were sending me? I bet he’d fucking love to see that… Or did you actually let him see the real thing?

[773 - 589 - 7956] You can say what you want to the cops, scarlet. You and I both know you enjoyed sending me those dirty little pictures. Do your parents know what a teasing whore their daughter really is? I know mommy wasn’t too thrilled when you went running to her to snitch just because things got a little too real for you…

[773 - 589 - 7956] I’ll see you soon. It’s like I said, scarlet. You owe me. I intend to collect. You think this is a game? You can just promise things and then betray me like that? That’s not how this works, scarlet.

The second my phone was powered on again after school, it immediately started to go insane. The texts came in a flood. They were so disgusting and scary that I dropped my phone because my hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t hold it. I quickly picked up the phone and took a few deep breaths, attempting to pull myself together.

,, I can’t keep this to myself. I have to tell someone what’s going on.” the thought nagged at me for the thousandth time in two weeks and I decided that as soon as I finished my tutoring session for the day, I was going to go to the construction site and show my father the texts. Tell him that somehow, Dave was out of prison and apparently, he was here in Riverdale.

My stomach was churning and a bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought. I felt like a dead girl walking. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I should’ve told my father the first time Dave texted me. I should’ve done something.

I felt anger at the situation too. I came here to get away from everything, to put it behind me. I just wanted to forget any of it happened. How dare he show up and ruin everything? He was supposed to be in jail right now, not walking free!

It wasn’t fair.

I knew I’d never be brave enough, but I found myself thinking that if I did see him again, I wanted to strangle him. To give him a reason to be afraid of me for once instead of the other way around. To get even for the hell he put me through in Chicago.

I stepped out into the parking lot, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Leaning against the brick wall beside the doors that lead into the building. Waiting. Trying to pull myself together. Half hoping that my brother was still here, still in wrestling practice.

Then I remembered that he didn’t have it tonight and that he’d left earlier with Veronica, Betty and Jughead.

Cheryl and Toni were already gone too. I’d stayed over because I was tutoring some kids in the grade below me. I didn’t think it’d take as long as it did. When I realized just how late it had gotten and that I’d be walking home alone in the dark, I’d panicked.

I could always call my dad.

That’s what I wound up doing. About halfway across the parking lot and just as my father’s phone went to voicemail , Dave stepped out and grabbed me, clamping his hand over my mouth before I could do anything other than scream.

My phone fell out of my hands and hit the pavement . I fought him off, managed to get out of his grasp and took off at a run. He caught up to me and grabbed me, trying to drag me towards his Chevelle that was parked nearby, idling. I fought tooth and nail, making as much noise as I could. Grabbing hold of anything I could to try and wrench myself free from his grasp.

I spotted Sweet Pea walking towards the school and I screamed louder. Fought harder.

“Sweet Pea!” I screamed his name, biting at any exposed skin I could get my mouth on Dave’s body. Clawing and scratching. Determined not to go quietly or without a fight. Sweet Pea disappeared from sight for a few seconds in the scuffle between Dave and I, and I was fighting so hard that Dave was struggling to keep a good firm grip on me…

XXX

He’d come back to school because normally, Alyssa was done and at Pop’s within thirty minutes, an hour tops. It had almost been two. Something felt off. Sweet Pea tried to tell himself the entire walk across town to Riverdale High that he was just being paranoid or overprotective. By the time the school was in view, he almost had himself convinced that he was just being a paranoid idiot.

Until he heard her screaming.

Sweet Pea took off at a run in the direction her scream came from, watching as a guy grabbed Alyssa and started trying to pull her towards an idling Chevelle nearby. He locked eyes with Alyssa before slipping out of sight. Getting himself into a position where he could slip up on the guy from behind and hopefully, distract him enough that Alyssa could get away.

The second she managed to smash her head into the guy’s nose hard enough that he dropped her, Sweet Pea spoke up. Firmly. “Run, Cherry. Don’t stop running.”

“No.” I stubbornly refused to leave. I wasn’t going to leave him to fight Dave off on his own. Not when this was my mess to begin with, my own stupidity coming back to bite me in my ass.

“Damn it, woman. Fucking go!” Sweet Pea practically growled as he lunged for the guy in front of him, spearing him against the side of his own car. The fight took to the ground, the two rolling around. For a second or two, Dave had the upper hand because he managed to get his hand on Sweet Pea’s throat. Sweet Pea used his legs, flipping them so that he was on top, swinging his fists with no real thought other than the sheer rage he felt about the guy trying to grab Alyssa. Dave managed to get the upper hand again, holding Sweet Pea against the concrete, Sweet Pea’s hand wrapped around his throat as he tried to squeeze harder.

Sweet Pea swore in frustration when he saw Alyssa slipping over to the open rear door. She emerged with a baseball bat, making her way over to the fight.

“What the fuck do you think you were gonna do, man?” Sweet Pea snarled in anger as he got in a few hard and fast punches.

“I was gonna get my hands on that little bitch you call a girlfriend and teach her a lesson.” Dave grunted out the words as Sweet Pea’s hand closed around his throat tighter and he managed to get Dave on his back again.

“The only one who’s going to learn a lesson tonight is you, asshole. Don’t fucking touch her.” Sweet Pea got the upper hand again, holding Dave against the concrete, smashing his head against Dave’s head as he sneered, “I’m gonna fuckin kill you, putting your hands on my girl.” and really tightened his grip.

Dave managed to shove him off and stood, the two of them fighting. Alyssa swung the bat at Dave’s lower back, almost connecting with it but Dave stepped out of the way at the last minute, making a grab for her.

“Cherry, I told you to run, damn it!” Sweet Pea growled as he lunged at Dave, sending Alyssa stumbling back, barely managing to keep herself from falling on her butt on the pavement. The two were rolling around on the ground again, punching and choking wildly and Alyssa spotted her cell phone and she dove for it, dialing 911.

Just as she was about to hit call, Sweet Pea choked Dave out and grabbed for the rope that had fallen out of Dave’s jacket pocket, tying his arms together while he was down. Then he rushed over to her, checking her over in concern, wincing at the pavement burn on her cheeks and the few scrapes.

“What the fuck happened to run, huh?” Sweet Pea asked, trying to catch his breath.

“I wasn’t leaving you here with him.” Alyssa panted. Sweet Pea took her cell phone and hit call, keeping his foot on Dave’s head to keep him down as he made the call.

Two minutes later, a cop car came racing around the corner and pulled to a stop behind the idling Chevelle.

The cop got out and wandered over. Glancing from Sweet Pea to Dave.

Alyssa spoke up.

“Sweet Pea was trying to save me, officer.”

“I’m going to need you two to come to the station and make statements.” the cop informed them after getting Dave into the back of the cop car. Alyssa nodded, hugging herself against Sweet Pea’s side. Sweet Pea slipped out of his leather jacket,draping it around her, because at some point during her fight with Dave, her shirt had gotten torn down the front.

The cop left, leaving the two of them alone.

Sweet Pea took a few deep breaths, pulling her against him. Squeezing her tight. Holding her in place. “Thank God I decided to come by here. If something would’ve happened…” he muttered against her hair quietly.

She pulled away to look up at him and he locked eyes with her, leaning in closer…

XXX

My heart was still hammering away at my chest. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and I was starting to panic a little as I began to realize what almost happened to me. How close I came to disappearing, having God knows what would be done to me by Dave.

I wasn’t thinking about how awkward me kissing him would be. I wasn’t thinking about anything if you want the truth. I rose up on my toes, grabbing hold of the front of Sweet Pea’s t-shirt, pulling myself up. My mouth brushed against the corner of his gingerly, trying to avoid the portion of his lower lip that was busted and bloody because it had to hurt like hell. His hands dug into my hips and he growled quietly, his mouth latching onto mine just as I went to pull away, stop myself before I went for it and kissed him in the heat of the moment.

The kiss deepened and I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through his hair. My back met the side of the Chevelle with a soft smack and he pressed himself into me more firmly. His mouth continuing to hungrily devour mine.

The kiss broke a few seconds later, we pulled apart breathlessly and stared at one another in a daze. Sweet Pea wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. Going quiet again.

All I could do was melt into him and try to wrap my head around what almost happened and what had just actually happened. He curled his fingers under my chin, tilting my face so that I had to look up at him.

“Who was that? Wait.. was that your ex?”

My jaw dropped. I blinked at him and then I nodded quietly. He swore under his breath and held on a little tighter. Pulling away again, his hands on my upper arms as he stared down at me. “I should’ve fucking killed him.”

“H-how’d you know about Dave? Did my brother tell you?”

“And Jughead. I don’t know everything. I just know that I told myself if I ever actually saw the asshole, I was going to kill him.” Sweet Pea answered quietly. Taking a few deep breaths and then adding a few seconds later, “We need to get to the station.”

I nodded in agreement. Sweet Pea scooped me up when he saw me take a step and wince, then try it again with the same outcome.

“I can walk.” I protested weakly.

“You fell. You probably twisted your ankle. Just… let me carry you, Cherry.” he muttered quietly, his voice a soft and concerned whisper as he gazed down at me.

All I could do was nod. Lean my head against the space between his neck and shoulder.

As we worked our way towards the police station, it poured out of me. Every single thing I’d gone through with Dave in Chicago. I grimaced as I told Sweet Pea exactly what had gone down and why I thought Dave had come to town and tried to grab me tonight and Sweet Pea’s jaw set firm.

I could tell that hearing it bothered him. And at one point, he muttered quietly, “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to…”

“No, I need to get it out. I shouldn’t have kept the fact that the asshole was texting me to myself. Blocking his number obviously didn’t work because he reached out with a new one. I thought if I just ignored him, he’d lose interest. I thought it was just him, trying to scare me. I didn’t think he’d be stupid or brave enough to show up here.” I muttered, shaking my head at how stupid that sounded now that I was really stopping to think about it.

“He’s not gonna bother you again, okay? I’m going to make sure he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea muttered after a few seconds, just as we stepped into the station and made our way over to a sitting area to wait.

“You need to call your dad.” Sweet Pea spoke up after a few seconds that felt like hours.

I nodded. Taking my phone back from Sweet Pea, I dialed my dad’s number and I could hear the relief in his voice when he answered.

Static crackled and popped on his end of the line so I strained to hear.

“I’ve been riding around town looking for you for over an hour, tiny. What the hell happened?” my dad asked in a rush.

“Dave was waiting outside of the school tonight when I came out… If Sweet Pea hadn’t gotten there when he did I… he tried to grab me tonight, Dad.” I grimaced as I said it, bracing myself for all the questions and the lecture I knew I’d be getting because I hadn’t told anyone the second all this started.

,, to be fair, I definitely deserve it.” the thought came and I let myself have it. Leaning back in the chair, resting against Sweet Pea’s side slightly. Taking a few deep breaths.

My dad swore and I heard him punching at something, probably the dashboard of his truck. After a second or two, he spoke up. “Where are you two? I’m on my way, tiny. Right now.”

“We’re at the station giving a statement.” I explained.

“Thank god. So Novak got arrested? That’s good. I’m going to be sure to find out what I can do to make sure that little prick stays in a cell this time.” my dad responded as I heard him rev the engine on his truck.

The call ended and I leaned my head against Sweet Pea’s shoulder. He slipped an arm around me and took a few more breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down again because he was still angry and tense.

The cop who made the arrest found us and ushered us back to his workspace and we sat down. Telling the cop every single detail of what happened tonight. The cop let me finish and then spoke up.

“We’re holding him for Chicago. He apparently escaped. Attacked another girl… A Claire Watson… Then he came here. But everything you’ve told me will help keep him behind bars, Alyssa. Do you have a parent you can call?”

I nodded.

“She already called him.” Sweet Pea answered calmly as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the cop suspiciously.

The cop eyed him, nodding. Managing a cordial smile. “That was quick thinking on your part tonight kid. Also stupid as hell. If he’d had a weapon, that could’ve gone wrong. Next time, call the station.”

“And do what? Let an asshole make off with my girl? Yeah, no thanks. I’m good. I’ve seen how fast you assholes respond to any call you get from the South side.”

“Not all of us are bad, kid.” the cop pointed out in a calm and even tone.

“Yeah, well… I wasn’t going to stand there and let him take my girl either. I did what I had to do.” Sweet Pea took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. Calming himself back down.

I spotted my father and Archie coming into the station, heading right for us and I let out a ragged breath. Squeezing my dad so tight he almost couldn’t breathe when they got over to where we were sitting in the back.

My father spoke up, addressing the cop. “We will be pressing charges. So, whatever I need in order to do that, just tell me and you’ve got it.”

Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

“If it helps, here’s her phone.” Sweet Pea held my phone out to the policeman and he took it, nodding. “If there’s anything on here, that’ll help. If you’ll come with me, Mr. Andrews, we’ll get that paperwork drawn up to start the proceedings.”

My dad gave me another hug and stopped in front of Sweet Pea. “If you hadn’t been there tonight, kid… Thank you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her, sir.” Sweet Pea muttered, awkwardly letting my dad hug him too.

My dad made his way to an office with the policeman who’d taken our statements and I glanced up at Sweet Pea, grimacing at the bruises and scraped starting to form on his face and neck. The black eye and the busted lip.

“Archie, can you go get some ice or a soda can? His lips really swelling up..” I muttered. My brother nodded, taking some change from me to go do it. And this left Sweet Pea and I alone again.

“About that kiss.. I’m sorry, I.. the last thing I wanted to do was make anything awkward. I just got caught up in the moment and I can’t keep fighting the way I feel and I… Sorry.” I spoke up quietly. Prepared to give him an out. Afraid that I’d gone way over the line.

“Yeah, about that… I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.” Sweet Pea admitted quietly. Making me look up at him as he chuckled quietly. “You wanna repeat any of what you just said?”

I felt my cheeks burning. I pouted up at him and gave him a dirty look.

He smirked in response and spoke up. “I’m being serious. You were doing that mumble and babbling thing again.”

“You heard me.” I answered, biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“A little, yeah… But maybe I wanna hear it again, cherry.” he pulled me close and gazed down at me for a few seconds.

“Wait.. you wanted to kiss me?” I realized what he’d admitted. Gazing up at him, a little shocked.

“You’re trying to change the subject now?” he questioned, slipping his arms around me. I gave a soft laugh and muttered quietly, “Maybe a little.”

“When you say you can’t ignore the way you feel.. What’s that mean?” he questioned again, making me look up at him. I took a deep breath and toyed with the front of his shirt, trying to figure out the best way to put it to words.

The truth. Simple and direct.

“I care about you a lot. I lo--” I started to say that I loved him, but Archie cleared his throat behind us, holding out the soda can to me. Then promptly excusing himself again to go find our dad. I gently guided Sweet Pea down into a chair and sank down to sit on his knees. Gingerly pressing the cold soda can against his lip. And after a second or two, I finally got myself to say it again. “I love you, okay?”

He chuckled quietly. Locking eyes with me. Lowering the soda can to ask quietly, “Like a best friend or something.. Right?”

I shook my head. “More than, actually. Since that day at the car wash when I drenched you with the hose, I’ve… It’s been hard to make myself not look for you in a crowd. Yes, yes.. I know this is mushy and you don’t do mushy, I..” his mouth crashing against mine cut off the flow of my words and he muttered in a daze, “Say it again. Tell me you love me, Cherry.”

“I love you.” I managed to get the words out breathlessly. His mouth was latching onto mine all over again. The kiss deepening. His arms enveloping me tighter. Squeezing til I thought I’d get lightheaded between the deep and heavy onslaught of kisses and the way he was holding me.

“I love you too.” he mumbled quietly. Gazing down at me. Panting for his next breath as the kiss broke yet again.

“Okay, are you two done with whatever yet? Because dad told me to get Al back home. You can come with us if you want.” Archie surprised me by inviting Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea eyed him and nodded, standing after I’d finally managed to pry myself away from him.

As we walked out of the station, he slipped his hand down between us, lacing his fingers between mine. Giving my hand a squeeze as he glanced down at me.

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Can I request some headcanons with Kwiz Kid dating Kitten’s best friend who’s actually nothing like her? I read another author who had this idea but hasn’t updated

OH MY GOSH, my first Kwiz Kid request!

At first, he really didn’t want to admit that he had feelings for you, after all, you were the best friend of the girl who broke his heart.

Then again, he played her too-

Moving on from that topic, he does end up falling for you and when he falls for someone, he shows it through multiple attempts at flirting and using flirty riddles.

Unlike your bestie, you actually flirt back and your rather good at figuring out the answer to his said riddles. Which makes him fall for you even more.

When he asked you out, you happily said ‘yes’, and he was the happiest boy in the world!

Kwiz Kid also tends to use the relationship to get back at Kitten, which means he basically takes all of your attention away from her and gets so happy when you cancel plans with her for him.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T GO TO THE MALL WITH ME TODAY?!” She shouted, her voice sounding twice as loud on the phone.

You flinched but rolled your eyes s you answered her, “Sorry Kitten but, Kwiz is sleeping on my lap and...he’s just so cute, I don’t have the heart to wake him up.”

He’s freaking smirking the entire call, too.

Of course, there are times where you guys do double dates with Kitten and Fang and he hates doing it every time. Not because of Kitten but because it’s literally nauseating to see a fucking spider-head guy eat.

 Loves that you’re the opposite of Kitten and wonders how you two even became friends in the first place.

She’s so whiny and annoying and you’re so...perfect...in every single way.

Killer Moth 100% sees you as his daughter and once Kitten told him you were dating, he totally warned him what would happen if he pulled a kidnapping stunt he did with Kitten again.

Kwiz wanted to point out that Kitten did technically plan that but considering Killer Moth is scary as hell, he just bit his tongue and nodded.

Shark facts.

He loves sharing shark facts with you and you totally love listening to him talk, especially since he looks so happy and cute when talking about them!

If you tell him that he’s cuter than Robin, he’s literally weak at the knees.

“R-really?”

“Of course, you’re 10x cuter than him!”

He likes to lay his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair and try to answer all the riddles he asks you.

Those are his favorite days!

#Kwiz Kid x reader #Kwiz Kid x you #Kitten x reader #Kitten x you #Teen titans x reader #Teen Titans x you #dc x reader #dc x you

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reunited.

Summary: A few years ago, Walter Marshall had a friend named Skylar Holland while in SWAT. She was someone that he could trust and always go to. But he started pulling away, pushing her away, and ultimately moving from SWAT to become a Detective. Now, after transferring to become a Detective, Skylar and Marshall have to work together again. 

Warnings: Vague talk of attempted murder/murder, kidnapping of underage girls, my bad smut writing.

A/N: Sorry if it sucks, but I dig it. 

“Marshall, you and Holland will be working on a case together.”

That sentence is still bouncing around in my head. How could the captain possibly believe that we could work together? He saw what it was like when I started, we can hardly stand to be in the same room together.

Not anymore.

“This is some fucking shite.” I mumble, rubbing my face with my hands.

I jump when a harsh slap hits my desk. “Yup. But I guess we are stuck with it.” I look up, seeing Marshall stand there, arms crossed, glaring at me.

“Please, Marshall, come on in and make yourself at home in my office.” I say sarcastically, pulling the file toward me.

No sound comes from the man. He just stands there, watching me.

“You look like shit.” I say, not looking up, reading.

A loud, deep exhale was all that could be heard from him.

We used to be able to talk shit to each other. To joke around with and have a laugh. What happened to the Marshall I used to know? What happened to my friend?

“So, there is one survivor. Is she awake enough to talk?” I ask, looking up at him.

“I called the hospital before seeing you, they think she should be awake by the time we get there.” He replies, looking around my office. Boxes and boxes galore. “You’ve been here a week and you still haven’t unpacked?”

I stand, grabbing my coat. “Careful Marshall, I might just start to think you care.” I say, walking past him and out to the hall.

~~

“Hi, I’m Detective Holland, and this is Detective Marshall. We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions?” I ask, standing next to a hospital bed where a teenage girl is curled up in a ball. Her eyes wide and scared.

The girl just cowers away some more, her scars visible from the abuse she suffered.

“If you like, you can call me Skylar.” I say softly, talking a tiny step forward. Her green eye shine under the florescent lighting, flickering between me and the possibly scary looking man behind me. “Do you want me to ask him to leave?” I ask, pointing a thumb at Marshall.

She didn’t say anything, she just keeps watching us.

“I’ll go.” I look back at the sound of his voice, he nods to me in understanding. 

I turn back around, watching as the girl slowly unrolls herself more as Marshall walks away.

“He’s scary looking.” She says softly, pulling at her gown.

“He isn’t too bad. I know he has a good heart.” I say smiling at her. “He is the definition of a scary man but a teddy bear on the inside. But don’t tell him I said that.” I tease, watching a smile grow on her face.

“As much as I love seeing you smile, I need to ask you a few questions.” She nods, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest. “I am sorry to have to ask.”

She sits there, shaking and crying the whole way through her story. The horrific details of what this mystery man did to her and her friends. How only one could leave, only one to be saved. She shared the horrific scenes of her two best friends who tried to kill each other and her. Showing the scars on her body from scratches and hits from various sharp objects.

One of her friends died from the cold, the basement or something of the like was freezing, and considering that she was brought in with shorts and a tank top explained it. 

“What about your other friend?” I ask, placing my hand over hers.

She looks at me, eyes red and filled with so much pain.

“Only one could leave.” Is all she says at first. “It took two days for him to make us turn against each other. We had been friends for 10 years.”

I take a deep breath, keeping my emotions from my face.

“I understand. You had no choice. It was either kill or be killed.” She nods vigorously, her tears pouring down her face again. “Do you know where you came from? Any land marks or streets?”

“No. He pulled me out in the middle of the night, my eyes were covered.” She says, 

“You did amazing. I’m going to let you sleep now.” I tell her, giving her hand a small squeeze. She nods, pulling away, rolling to her other side.

I walk out of the room to see Marshall leaning against the wall.

“Did you hear all that?” I ask, pausing for a moment to collect myself. These girls were only 16, and they were given that kind of choice. It’s horrifying. 

“Yeah. She didn’t know where she came from?”

“No. But forensics is looking at the dirt and soot that were covering her when she got here.”

“Good.” He pushes off the wall, and stalks down the hall.

~~

“So, you are telling me that there is nothing extraordinary about the samples?” I ask, hitting my head against the wall of the lab.

“I’m sorry, Holland, but there is nothing here. Just your normal run-of-the-mill soil.” The tech says, shrugging, looking as upset as me.

“Thank you anyway.” I walk out, pulling my phone out to send Marshall the bad news when he beats me to it.

“Holland.” I answer.

“Three more girls where just taken. I’m heading to the abduction site now, I’m sending you the address to meet me there.”

“Heading that way.”

She was just released this morning. How can he already have another set of girls?

~~

Marshall waits for me outside the house, watching.

“He took them individually. Only one person, only one set of foot prints in the snow.” He says, nodding toward the taped off section.

“Really? I thought he would have taken them all at the same time.” I roll my eyes, muttering to myself, but knowing he can hear me.

He just has to treat me like a subordinate. I used to be his second in command!

“Have you checked the perimeter?” 

“Not yet. Was waiting for you.” He mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek, looking everywhere but at me.

I look at him, eyebrow cocked.

“Don’t look into it too much. I don’t need you telling the captain I don’t play nice.” He says, taking off down the walkway.

Just breathe, Skylar. Murder is illegal.

I follow after him, watching the people watch us. There are so many people. Too many people. How could no one see anything happen?

“They must have been taken before daybreak.” I muse.

“What makes you say that?” 

“Look at all these people. There is no way someone could haul off three girls with all these people around. Besides, there is a school just up the road, only an idiot would try something with so many eyes in the neighborhood.”

He grunts in response, looking up and down the street, seeing all the people walking about. “Forensics is taking shoe and tire molds.”

“We need to find something more solid. Those girls don’t have long. The first set were only held for two days.” I say, looking at the ground, trying to find something out of place.

“They are younger.” Marshall says. I look up and watch him as he takes a deep breath. “They’re 14.”

Faye.

“Marshall...”

“It’s fine.” He grits, continuing his search. I nod and look back down.

A few moments later, I call out.

“Marshall.” I call, looking at a pile of used cigarettes.

“I said it’s fine.” He snaps.

“Oh, lay off, dick. I found something.” I say crouching down next to the fresh-looking pile.

“Hey.” Marshall calls, whistling at a CSI.

I stand up and walk a little farther, seeing a little hole in the brush. 

“Well, you look a little out of place.” I say to myself, looking at the rest of the bush, seeing the rest of the line perfectly intact. 

“Where are you going?”

“Down a rabbit hole.” I mutter, crouching in front of the hole, pulling my flashlight out of my jacket.

I hear the crunch of snow behind me, feel the warmth of Marshall against my back.

“What is in there?” He bends, shinning his light in it as well.

Butts litter the ground, perfect shoe prints in the center.

“He was stalking them. He had to have watched them for days, even weeks.”

“How do you know?” Marshall asks, standing back up.

“I don’t know anyone who could smoke this much in just a few hours. Besides, you can also see some of the pile is waterlogged. The last time it rained was 3 days ago.”

“Could have been melted snow.” He counters, crossing his arms, challenging me.

I nod, standing up. “True, but it snowed last night and there is no evidence of it falling in that bush. The top of the pile isn’t wet.” I counter, not taking his shit.

I get I’m new to this detective stuff, but this isn’t my first crime scene. And him questioning everything I say is starting to piss me off.

“Take some from the top, if she is right, it will have the freshest DNA.” Marshall says to the CSI, walking away. “You should come see the inside of the house. This is where things got interesting.” He calls over to me.

I give the poor CSI guy a smile and follow the trail to the house. The smell of mercury the first thing I catch. The sight of blood covering the floor right inside the side door is the next.

“One of the girls?” I ask, walking around the puddle.

“No, grandmother. She was watching the girls during the night. He went after her with a cleaver from the kitchen.”

“He butchered her?” My eyebrows shot up at the idea.

“I guess she got in the way. From the last abduction, this is the only difference inside the house. No other room was tampered with, nothing was out of place.”

“He wasn’t expecting her.” I look down at the puddle again, in the corner, I see a design. Like the bottom of a shoe. “Look. He did it in front of one of them.”

“We need to talk to the survivor again.”

~~

“I’m sorry Detectives, but the family does not want any more interviews with their daughter. If you wish to speak with her, you will need a court order.” 

“Fuck.” Marshall spits, glaring daggers at the stuck-up lawyer.

“Fucking lawyers.” I mutter as we walk away from the girl’s hospital room.

“There went our only lead.”

“We still have time for the lab analysis.” I say, trying to keep him calm. And myself.

“We have less than a day to find them. Hell, one might already be dead!” He shouts, his body visibly shaking.

I don’t say anything. There isn’t anything to say. He could be right.

Once we get back to the office, we go our separate ways, him to his office and me to the lab for some answers.

“Please give me good news.” I say, looking at the tech with hopeful eyes.

“Well, I have good news and bad news.” He asks, spinning around in his chair.

“Bad.”

“Well, the tire tracks and shoe prints were too common to specify.” I groan.

“The good news?”

“We got a hit off the cigarette butts.” My eyes widen, taking the papers from him.

“Thank you.” I shout, running toward the elevator.

But I don’t stop there. Once the doors open to the Detectives floor, I book it for Marshall’s office, a big smile on my face.

I stop at his door, taking a deep breath. I knock once and open the door, seeing him sitting at his desk, files scattered about.

“Marshall.” He looks up, “We got a match.” I hold the papers up.

~~

Upon raiding the man’s home, we find multiple screens filled with images of little girls on them, sitting in a basement, or attacking each other. The sick bastard was recording them as they fought to live.

“Where are the girls?” Marshall growls, slamming him against a wall.

“I’ll never tell.” The man chokes.

“There is no point in hiding where they are. You won’t be able to watch them where you are going.” I say, a scowl set on my face.

“They are were all bad girls go.” Marshall and I look at each other for a beat, and turn back to him. “They were very naughty girls. Naughty, naughty, naughty girls.” The man laughs, wiggling this way and that, repeatedly saying, ‘Naughty, naughty, naughty girls.‘

Handing him to a police officer, we continue to search the house. Pictures of little girls hanging on the walls. Dirty, sick, their clothes torn.

These poor children.

“How could he fly under the radar for so long? There has to be more then 50 girls here.” Marshall asks himself. Wonder deep in his voice.

I stop at a photo of a little girl, around the age of 13. She looks an awful lot like Faye. 

I can only imagine what this is like for him. Seeing these girls around his daughters age being taken.

“They just didn’t have the right people on the case.” I say, hoping he would catch my compliment.

He says nothing. “We will find them.” I say, and close my mouth the rest of the search.

~~

We spend the next few hours looking at each picture and video we can get our hands on. Trying to find some clue as to where he could be keeping them.

“This is no use. It looks like they are in a basement. It’s damp, dark, and there are bars covering the windows.” I moan, rubbing my eyes.

Marshall pops his neck and closes his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know. There isn’t anything here to give any clues.” We are back at the office, sitting at his desk. Coffee cups littering every empty surface.

We both just sit and breathe for a moment, trying to clear our thoughts so we can attack it again.

“What happened to us?” I ask, my mouth working before my brain can catch up.

“Now is not the time, Holland.” He mutters, picking up a handful of pictures.

“No, now is the perfect time. All you will say is that we can talk about it after the case. But I know there will be no “after the case” because the will be another one and you will just ignore me and not talk to me. This has been needed to be talked about for years. Talk to me, damnit! Where did we go wrong?” I shout, looking at him, willing him to meet my gaze.

“You were my best friend.” Is all he says.

“And you were mine. Why did you destroy that?”

Marshall sighs, dropping the picture to look at me. “At this point, Angie and I were already having problems. She made a comment about us I didn’t like. But I never thought about it again. You were my friend, and nothing was going to change that. Well, a few months later, we had to raid the jail, remember?” He cocks his eyebrow at me, making sure I understood. 

I nod for him to go on. “While we were there, and that riot broke out, all I could think about was getting you out safely.”

“We were perfectly fine. We train for that kind of situation. We were prepared.” I say, the confusion in my voice not lost on him or me.

“No, not the team. Just you.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I only wanted to protect you.”

“Marshall... why?”

“I don’t know. I saw all those inmates beating the corrections officers, and something in me snapped. Not that I didn’t or don’t think you can handle yourself in that kind of situation. That is why you were my second in command, and why I told the captain to make you the team lead once I left. You are a damn good cop.”

All this new information is swirling around in my head, making me dizzy. Is he implying what I think he is implying? Is that why Angie was so against our friendship? 

Wait.

Prison.

“They are were all bad girls go.”

“Our guy used to be a corrections officer, right?” I ask, shuffling papers around, trying to find his file.

“Yeah. But Holl-” Marshall starts.

“Isn’t there an abandoned juvenile corrections building?”

“Yes.” He sits up, “It shut down a few years ago due to budget cuts.”

“I think we found them.”

~~

There is nothing greater than a win. Saving those three girls was a massive weight off both our shoulders. They were cold, hungry, and tired, but they were alive. Now they are headed to the hospital for a checkup, and to be reunited with their families.

“I can’t believe you came to that conclusion from something totally different.”  Marshall says, shaking his head as he drives me home.

“Like you said, I’m a damn good cop.” I smile as he chuckles at me.

“Oh, so you were listening to me when I was talking.”

“Of course, I was. It was just one of those rare times when you say something useful.” I tease.

He stops outside my house, putting the car in park.

“Come have a drink. I think we could both use it after these last few days.” I say, climbing out of his truck. Slamming the door before he can say no.

He walks silently behind me, watching me. I open the door, walking in, nodding for him to do the same.

“You still drink whisky, right?” I call out from the kitchen as he looks around.

“Yeah.” His voice carries in, his eyes on the walls. There are pictures up from places I’ve traveled, people I’ve seen, friends, and family.

And then I hear him stop. Staring at one picture. I hear him choke on his breath.

I don’t need to look up to see what made him stop.

I have a picture of Faye and I from a few weeks ago next to a picture of me holding her when she was just a few weeks old.

“When things went to shit, I planned on staying away. Figured that is how you would want it. But she found me. And I couldn’t break her heart. So, I told her we could hangout, but only in secret.” I say, walking up behind him, handing him his glass.

“I never knew. I thought she just-I don’t know.” 

“Marshall, you should have known it wasn’t going to work. I’m her God Mother for fucks sake.” I take a drink, looking at the picture of her smiling face. “She looks so much like you now, it’s kinda scary.”

He says nothing, still just staring at the picture.

I watch him, wonder, confusion, sadness, and regret cross his eyes.

“Marsha-”

“Why do you call me that?” He asks, turning to me.

“It’s your name...?”

“Well, yes. But you have never once called me by my first name, only my last.”

“I always thought it was a sign of respect.” I say, setting my glass down. “Besides, you haven’t done anything worthy of me calling you by your first name.” He raises an eyebrow. “And that isn’t fair, you don’t call me by my first name.” I point out.

“Do you even know my first name?” Marshall asks, taking a step toward me, his blue eyes darkening.

“What? Yes, of course I do.” I roll my eyes, taking a step back, hitting the wall.

“Are you sure about that?” Another step forward.

“Positive.” I whisper, my body pinned to the wall, his body blocking me in. I can feel every inch of him against me. “Marsh-”

His kiss is searing, taking my breath away. His lips soft, yet hard. Like he was trying to not scare me, but wanted me to know he can.

He pulls away so quickly, I thought I imagined it.

“What is my name?”

“Marshall.” I say in a breath, a smirk crossing his face, knowing I am teasing him. His hands lands on my waist. “Marshall.” I say again. This time he slides his hand toward my back, my panties dampening at the contact.

“Try again.” He growls in my ear, sucking on the skin behind it, setting his glass next to mine.

“Marshall.” I whisper out. More sucking as his hand slides closer to my ass.

“Marshall.” I pant, my fingers twisting in his sweater. My panties become drenched.

“Marshall.” He had enough with my games, his hand flat on my ass, grabbing a handful and pressing me close to him. Where my stomach can feel every inch of his hard cock. “Fuck.” I moan.

“Say what I want to hear, and maybe I will.” He says, using his other hand to grab the rest of my ass and lift me up. My legs wrap around his hips automatically.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I ask coyly, wiggling my bottom in his hands.

He closes his eyes for a moment, holding back a groan. After a few moments, his eyes open back up, nothing but lust filling them. “If you don’t, I am going to be the only one that comes tonight.”

“I’ll say it only if it’s good.” I say, grazing my lips across his jaw.

He chuckles, “Oh baby, it’ll be better than good. You will beg for more.” He tugs my hair back, my neck on full display. He grazes his teeth against my sensitive skin. “You will feel me every time you sit down.” He bites me, causing me to shake. “You will feel me dripping down your thighs for days.” He rolls his hips this time, a strangled moan falls from my lips. 

“My bedroom is upstairs to the left.” I say in a hushed breath.

“That’s nice,” Is all he says, capturing my lips in another kiss. His tongue takes no time in pushing my lips apart, tasting every inch of my mouth. He moves his hands, one threading in my hair, the other sliding under my shirt. Every place his fingers touch, my skin burns.

My hands wrap around his neck, tangling in his hair. 

Oh, how I have always wanted to pull on his curls.

I tug softly, getting a rough moan from him as he bites my lip, slamming his body against mine. Pictures shaking on the wall from the force.

“Do that again.” He says, his hand sliding farther up my body, the tips of his fingers grazing my bra. I arch my back, trying to push them farther into his waiting hand. As his hand cups my breast, I tangle my fingers deeper in his hair, pulling harder. His fingers twitch, like he wants to squeeze, but instead he slides his hand away, grabbing my ass again. He takes a step back from the wall, my legs tightening around him. 

“What? Where are we going? Marshall?” A hard slap meets my ass, making me jump.

A moment later, a cold hard surface meets my bottom. I look back, seeing my kitchen table. I draw my eyebrows together, sliding my hands from his hair to place them on the table.

I look back at him as he pulls my legs from around his waist.

Oh. I guess we are done.

"You could have just set me on the floor. You didn’t need to bring me all the way over here.” I mutter, trying to hide my disappointment.

I get no response. Only him pulling my shoes and socks off and setting them on the floor. I watch him as he moves, running a hand through his hair to push it back and bringing it back to my body, sliding his hands from my ankles to my hips, squeezing along the way.

His fingers make their way to my button, popping it, his fingers dancing along my zipper. “Do you want me to stop, Skylar?”

My breath catches at the sound of my name. ”Please don’t.”

His eyes meet mine, his blue eyes blazing as he pulls my zipper down. “Up.” He says, tapping my hips.

I place my hands on the table again, lifting my hips off slightly. His fingers dig into my skin as he tugs my wet panties and jeans down my legs, his nails biting me in the most delicious way.

He takes a step back, no longer between my legs. Dropping my clothes on the floor, he takes a step to the side, his hands grabbing a chair, setting it in front of me. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as he sits himself in the chair, pulling my legs over his shoulders, the cold air, against my dripping sex. He pulls me closer to the edge of the table, my desire for him on full display.

“Eating.”

Before I get a chance to question him, I let out a squeak and clench my legs around his head as his tongue dives between my lips, one of his fingers pushing into my wet core. I drop down to my elbows, my back arching. 

He moves his mouth to my clit, alternating between sucking and licking the sensitive nub while he adds another finger. Stretching me in an amazing way.

“Fuck-Walter!” I  moan, watching as he pulls his mouth away, my juices making his beard glisten in the low lighting. His eyes harden as he licks his lips, looking as primal as I have ever seen him.

He watches me watch him, his fingers still moving in me, his fingers grazing that delicious spot in me.

“Walt-Walter. Please.” I beg, my nails clawing into the table. “Fuck.” My head falls back, my legs shaking as my orgasm gets closer.

The white heat licks my body, but dies just as soon as he withdraws his fingers.

My head snaps back up, eyes wide as I see the smirk on his face as he stands.

“You aren’t coming. Not without me being inside you, feeling your walls around me.” He tugs at his belt, popping the button of his jeans and pulling his zipper down. “Tell me Sky, when was the last time you were properly fucked?” He doesn’t wait for a response, “When was the last time a man got you off?”

“I-I don’t-” I stutter, watching as his pants and boxers drop to the ground, my eyes widen even more at the sight of him.

Holy. Shit.

My walls tighten just looking at him, his thick cock red and dripping pre-come. He wraps a hand around himself, giving a few tugs as his eyes take in my state of need. My hair a mess from his fingers, my shirt riding up my body from moving on the table, my core dripping with the need for his cock, fingers, or tongue. 

At this point, I’m not picky. I just want some part of him in me.

He licks his lips, eyes meeting mine again. He takes a step forward and pauses.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. My insecurity of my body flaring.

Am I not good enough? Is he changing his mind? Is he just teasing me?

The man of few words he is, doesn’t say anything. I watch his hand around his cock give a squeeze and release it. I don’t watch what he does after that, his cock absolutely mesmerizing me. I hear him chuckle, then I hear something land on the floor, but his glistening head is everything.

“Skylar?” I make a noise, but don’t look up. “Sky.” He calls again, this time not a question, using his authoritative voice. 

My eyes snap up to his face, ready to listen to his every command. There is a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face. As if he whistled for a dog, and I am the one that answered it. “Old habits die hard I see.”

I roll my eyes at him, my impatience getting the best of me. “Are you going to fuck me “like a man” or are you just going to stare at me?” 

“I quite like you all riled up. Waiting on me.” He muses, using a finger to open my core up to him, while another slips right in.

A noise gets caught in my throat at the feeling of the intrusion. “Spot playing around.” I say in between gasps of air. I look at him, in all his naked glory.

Wait. When did he take his shirt off?

He looks at me, his hand back around his shaft, as if he is just waiting for something. I scramble to sit up right, sitting on the table and pull my top off in a hurried frenzy. As I drop it to the ground, I hear a noise escapes him. I follow his gaze, locked on my chest, where my breasts are encased in a lace bra with a pretty bow in the middle.

What? I girl can’t look good for herself?

I watch his eyes as I move my hands to my back, playing with the clasps. With each one undone, they bounce ever so slightly. And with each bounce, his eyes get wider. But the time the straps are falling down my arms, I can’t see his chest moving, but his hand is working double time.

I toss it to the floor, our collection of clothes getting bigger and bigger.

He takes a step toward me, his hips right in between my legs. His cock poking at my entrance. I tilt my head up to meet his gaze, his heat radiating. I place my hands on his stomach, my fingers twitching at the feel of him. 

“Take me, Walter.” I whisper, placing a kiss on his chest. “I’m yours.”

He tips his head down, his curls shielding his face ever so slightly, capturing mine in a soft kiss. I slide my hands up to his chest, digging my nails into his skin, loving the taste of his mouth and the feel of his body.

I feel his hips move forward, his cock pushing into my core, replacing his fingers. He places one hand on my hip, holding me in place as the other tangles in my hair, keeping my head still.

After a few seconds of pushing in, he would pull nearly all the way out.

“You’re so wet.” He groans against my lips as he pushes in again, nipping at my lip. 

My breath catches when I feel the hilt of him meet me. He untangles his hand form my hair, slowly sliding it down my body, tweaking my nipple along the way.

I lean back on to my elbows again, giving him better access to my body, loving the way he touches it. 

His hands wrap around my waist and hips as he pulls out.

The fucking starts slow, hard, short thrusts, like we are trying to figure out the other.

And of course, my mouth has to open. “If I wanted to be fucked by a school boy, I would have. Fuck me, damnit, I’m not going to break.” His fingers grip harder, most likely leaving bruises in the morning, as he picks up speed. His hips snapping against mine, my walls clench around him as I lay on the table, my breasts bouncing with ever thrust he gives me.

I can’t breathe, I can only feel. I feel him everywhere, physically, mentally, emotionally. He is all consuming. 

I try to tell him I’m close, but the words won’t come out. Just moans and me begging for him to go faster and harder.

I grab my breasts, pulling at my nipples as my orgasm approaches. “Fuck. Walter, yes.” 

He pulls out, my body seizing at the loss of him.

He doesn’t keep me waiting long. Before I am able to yell at him, he pulls me off the table, once my feet touch the ground he turns me around, slamming my chest to the table. Taking no time at all in slipping back inside me, fucking me with the same vigor.

“Fuck, so deep.” I moan, as he slams into me. He has one hand on my back, keeping me in place, his nails biting my skin, while the other grips my hip. 

“Fuck, Sky. You feel so good.” He grunts. With each thrust, my clit makes contact with the tables edge, giving the most pleasurable feeling.

“So close. Walter.” His hands goes to my hair, tugging it back, effectively pulling my body up. When I am where he wants me, he wraps the hand around my throat, holding me. His eyes a blaze of blue, his lips swollen and just begging for mine. “Walter...”

He slams his mouth to mine, taking everything I have.

My hand start playing with my clit, encouraging my orgasm to the surface. “Walter, I’m-”

“Come for me.” His voice comes out rough.

Needing no farther approvals, my orgasm sends a shockwave through me. All I see is white, all I feel is heat

In the middle of my bliss, I feel something tighten around my throat, and a voice saying my name.

Walter.

 I come back, feeling as he comes inside me, filling me.

“Fuck.” He pants, leaning his forehead against mine. Our bodies shaking from the aftershocks.

“You were right. It was so good.” I give him a lazy, sedated smile, causing him to laugh.

He removes his hands from my body, leaving me cold. I clench my sex around his softening cock as he pulls out, not wanting him to leave just yet.

Don’t leave me.

He tugs my arm toward him softly, making me face him. Holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger, watching me with his beautiful eyes. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“I never knew I wanted that. But, now I don’t think I can stop.” I admit. Making a sound of approval, he leans down and kisses me softly.

God, I love the feel of his lips.

Once we pull away, I step out of his hold. Grabbing his hand, I pull him with me up the stairs and toward my room. 

Making my way through the dark, I say, “Sleep here tonight,”

“I don’t sleep to good.” He says, watching me get situated on the bed, scratching the back of his neck.

“You will.” I reply, pulling him in. “Or we will just go round after round until you get tired.”

“I don’t think I could ever tire of you.” He grins, hovering over me, his cock hardening against my stomach.

“Good. Because I’m ready for round 2, Marshall.” I whisper, sealing our lips.

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[berkmansimagines]

Your Protector (Barry Berkman Imagine)

Summary: Barry thought he could keep his daughter safe from his past life. He was wrong.

tw: kidnapping, gun violence, cursing

Gif Credit: @whiteelephantssittingducks​

You’re awoken by the sounds of gunfire. As you slowly come to and open your eyes, you take in your surroundings. You are on the floor of a cold, dingy room with your hands and feet tightly bound by duct tape. It’s difficult to move. You have no idea where you are and you’re terrified.

Was this really happening? You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that you’d wake up from this nightmare at any moment. Instead you feel tears welling up, but your cries are muffled by a piece of duct tape covering your mouth. You use all your strength to lift your arms up and rip the gag off.

“Owww fuck!”

Your mouth stings while you take deep breaths in and out, trying to calm yourself down. This definitely wasn’t a dream.

You try retracing your steps. The last thing you remember is walking to the bus stop. You usually walk to the bus with your boyfriend, but he’s out sick today so you were alone. There were loud footsteps behind you and before you knew it, everything went black.

You hear the gunfire get closer and closer, when the door suddenly opens. You look up to find a scary looking man walking towards you. You’ve never seen this man before and have no idea what he wants. You nervously try pushing your body back and lifting your arms up in a feeble attempt to protect yourself.

“Where are you going? Come here,” the man orders in a harsh tone.

He roughly grabs your legs and pulls you towards him. You try your best to fight him off by kicking him with your bound feet, but he’s too strong.

“NO! PLEASE STOP!”

“Don’t fight me,” he snickers, “Or it will hurt more.”

“LET GO OF ME!” you scream, still kicking him.

Your attacker raises his hand up, about to take a swing at you when-

BANG

The man standing over you immediately falls to the floor. He’s dead.

“Oh my God!” you gasp.

You hear footsteps approaching but you anxiously cover your eyes.

“Please…please don’t kill me!” you beg.

“Y/n! Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s okay, y/n, it’s me…”

You feel a hand gently pat your shoulder. You lower your arms and see Barry staring down at you. He looks concerned but you could tell he was trying to put on a brave and calm face for you.

“Dad,” you sigh in relief. Your father was a Marine and used to work a dangerous job, if anyone knew how to get you out of this situation it would be him. Now you had a fighting chance to make it out alive.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. What happened? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Barry kneels down and quickly looks you over for injuries. Other than a cut on your forehead, you’re unharmed. Barry puts his gun down and pulls out his pocket knife.

“They got me on my way to school and I woke up here,” you explain as your father cuts the duct tape binding your feet, “The gunfire…was that you? How did you find me?”

Barry shrugs and lightly nods his head. He took out two guys just to get into the building and then a third man - the one who attacked you.

“I got a call from your school saying you were absent today. I knew you wouldn’t ditch so I, uh, I checked the tracker I put on your phone,” Barry quietly tells you while cutting the tape around your wrists.

“You… you put a tracker on my phone?” you stutter. This is the first time you’re hearing about this.

“Yeah,” Barry nods, “I’m sorry. I did it after what happened at the monastery… I was just trying to keep you safe. I haven’t used it until today.”

Your father was telling the truth. He put the tracker on your phone, but hoped that he’d never have to use it. He immediately checked it after getting the call from your school. He didn’t even contact your kidnappers, he saw that you were taken to a stash house and then raced to get to you as fast as he could. He’ll deal with them later, right now his focus is on you.

To Barry’s surprise, you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. Under normal circumstances you’d be pissed at your father for invasion of privacy, but this was different. You’re relieved that he’s here. Barry hugs you tightly in return and kisses your forehead, he’s just happy you’re okay.

Your father pulls away a moment later and looks around cautiously. Finding you was only half the battle, he still needs to get you out safely. He grabs his gun.

“We need to get out of here,” Barry rises to his feet and offers you his hand, “Can you stand?”

You nod and take Barry’s hand, he helps you up. Your father doesn’t let go of your hand, he’s anxious and wants you to stay close. He’s nervous that if he lets go some goon will come out and try to take you away from him.

“Stay behind me,” Barry urgently whispers, “I got in through a side entrance that wasn’t too heavily guarded, let’s head that way.”

“Okay,” you’re ready to take his lead.

You follow Barry out the door, walking quickly and quietly down an empty hallway. The two of you take a sharp turn down, close to the exit…

“Barry Berkman!”

At the other end of the hallway stands an authoritative looking Chechen man. He’s surrounded by a few of his goons and enforcers, blocking the door. Barry searches for NoHo Hank’s familiar face in the group, but he’s not there. Hank told him about a Chechen boss named Batir who was coming to LA. Barry believes the leader could be him.

“Don’t even try walking away. I have men at every exit, we have you surrounded.”

“You’re Batir, right?” Barry nods.

Your father puts his arms up in peace. You stay behind him, clutching the back of his shirt.

“So you have heard of me?” Batir smirks, “I’ve heard of you too. You really live up to your reputation. First the monastery and now this. I’m impressed with how quickly you found your daughter. I didn’t even have time to see her.”

A few of Batir’s men laugh. Barry drops his arms close to his side and his eyes widen, he’s furious.

“Is that why you took my kid?” Barry asks coldly.

“You took out some of my biggest competitors during your rampage… but you also killed 7 of my own men and I can’t let that slide. You have to pay for what you did. Before I kill you, my men are going to kill your daughter and you’re going to watch.”

You gasp and nervously take a small step backwards, causing you to bump into someone. You look up to see a large enforcer standing behind you. You scream as the man grabs your waist.

“DAD!”

Barry, still holding your hand, pulls you towards him as hard as he can. You get out of the enforcer’s grasp and stumble into Barry’s arms. Your father instinctively shoots his gun, hitting the man in the collarbone. He yelps in pain and drops his gun while falling to the floor. Barry takes advantage, kicking the man’s gun towards himself.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Barry whispers into your ear.

“Thank you,” you’re out of breath.

Barry turns back to face Batir again. Even with the backup gun at Barry’s feet, you two were still outnumbered. Your father didn’t want to start a full out gunfight with you here. He’s going to try to negotiate.

“Listen, I don’t want to take out any more of your guys but I will if they go after my daughter again,” Barry warns, and then, “You said I killed seven Chechens, right? I’ll make up for it. I can… I can do seven hits for you. Anyone you want, anytime, no questions asked. But I’ll only do it if you let us leave right now.”

Your heart skips a beat. You can’t believe he’s doing this. Barry fought so hard to get out of that life. You never really understood why it was so difficult for him, until now. They were forcing his hand and, deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the first time your father has been roped into something like this.

“Dad, no…” you say quietly.

“It’s okay, y/n, trust me,” Barry tells you.

Barry knew making a deal was his best chance of getting the you two out alive. He didn’t want to start killing people again, but he’d do anything to protect you.

Batir is quiet for a moment, thinking.

“Ten hits,” Batir counters, “I’m adding three for the men you killed trying to save the girl.”

“Fine,” Barry shrugs, “Ten hits, you have a deal.”

Batir nods to his men, who move away from the door. They clear a path for you to go. Barry lightly wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you out. You remain silent until you get into Barry’s car, then you start breaking down in tears.

“Hey, you’re okay. It’s going to be okay,” Barry tries to reassure you.

Your father pulls you into a big hug, you cry into the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. You were never supposed to get involved. This is all my fault. I should’ve been there to protect you.”

“You were, dad. You saved me,” you say quietly, “This is the first time I’ve seen some of the shit you’ve been through. I had no idea. I, uh, I’m sorry you have to hurt people again… I know you don’t want to.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Follow Me Home (Part 7)

Summary: Dean, the reader and Hawkins arrive back in Lawrence but it looks like Jim’s already in town...

Pairing: Cop!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping, brief violence

A/N: Enjoy!…

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“Zeppelin,” said Dean as you hit the edge of Lawrence a day later.

“Motorhead,” said John from the passenger seat. 

“Zeppelin.”

“Motorhead.”

“Well, you apparently have two psychopaths for fathers Y/N,” said Dean with a chuckle.

“Zeppelin is not the greatest rock band of all time. Get your facts straight kid. They’re good but not the best. Motorhead is so much better,” he said, turning around in his seat, raising an eyebrow at you. “Get in on this and don’t tell me you’re into just pop rap crap.”

“You’re both wrong. AC/DC,” you said. Dean held up a finger, cocking his head, John shrugging. “That’s a band right? Something about thunder?”

“Yeah, something about thunder,” said John with a smirk, Dean chuckling as he drove. “How’s the memory doing, kiddo?”

“Pretty good. The music helps. Still don’t remember Monday night but there’s less gaps, I know random stuff. Work, college. Apparently I also have had a lot of boyfriends,” you said, John and Dean frowning. “I’m just messing with you. Only a few and none particularly long.”

“Thank god it wasn’t three girls,” he said, shaking his head. “Granted, I missed a lot.”

“If you could not punch Dean anymore I’d appreciate it,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, giving Dean a smile. “So how many girlfriends have you had, Dean?”

“You don’t get to be the scary dad intimidating his daughter’s boyfriend. I’m still on the fence about arresting you for all of the break ins,” said Dean.

“There’s got to be some kind of perks to my daughter dating a cop, right?” he said with a smirk.

“We’re barely calling you John. You got a ways to go before you get to dad status I’m pretty sure,” said Dean.

“So they’re all there in town?” you asked Dean. “Lila and Luke and Kyle?”

“Yeah, Sammy said they’re at the station. The boys got in this morning. We got a lot to get through so we can hold off on meeting them if you don’t want,” said Dean.

“I don’t know if I want these people’s first impression of me to be…” you said, glancing down at yourself.

“They don’t care, Y/N,” said John. “I promise. But whatever you want is okay. Mom and I waited a long time. We can wait a few more hours.”

“I just want to say hi quick,” you said.

“We can do that,” said Dean. “We’ll just-”

He slammed on the brakes and all three of you felt your seatbelts snap you back. Dean put both hands on the wheel, John breathing hard. You shook your head and were about to ask what happened when you looked through the windshield.

“Is that what I think it is?” said Dean. 

“It looks like a police barricade,” said John, glaring at Dean. “I thought you trusted me.”

“That’s Lawrence City police. I’m chief over at Midland. Different force,” said Dean.

“So people that Jim can get to stop me without even doing a thing himself,” he said.

“Dean what…” you said, spotting two cars block the road behind you. 

“Play his game,” said John, opening the glove compartment and grabbing a pair of zip ties. “Pretend I’m the bad guy. I won’t say a word. If he still thinks you’re on his side, it might buy you some time.”

“But…” you said, Dean nodding back at you.

“Sorry but I got a new plan,” said Dean. “Everybody hold on.”

Dean floored it into reverse, the car flying backwards through a narrow gap before he spun it around.

“What the…” you said, Dean taking a deep breath as he took off.

“I was really good at all of the driving courses at the academy. Broke a few records. Better than these guys I bet,” said Dean, taking a right and trying to take the long way around to Midland.

“What the hell are you doing!” shouted John. “Jim will-”

“There’s a very good chance that the second you were in custody, somebody that isn’t a cop slips in and kills you off too. She just got her parents back, her family back. I’m not having that taken away so fast,” said Dean.

“I don’t matter! She does! I thought we were on the same page!” shouted Jim.

“Dad,” you said, John’s head whipping around to you. “We trust you. Trust us. Please. It’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” he said.

“My entire life has been a lie it tuns out. But I trust Dean and his brother and his force. I trust you too so listen to me. Calm down and we’ll get to the station and we’ll find a way to catch Jim,” you said.

“Drive faster,” he said to Dean. You felt yourself slip back in your seat more, Dean crossing the yellow line more than once as he drove.

“Ha,” said Dean as you heard sirens in the distance. “I knew those suckers wouldn’t catch up.”

You held onto the door as he turned the car down a side street, the station showing up in the distance. 

“Dean!” you shouted, John echoing the sentiment when you saw a city police cruiser come out from a side street right behind you. “You were saying?”

“Shit,” said Dean as he drove. “John, you got to run inside. Y/N, you too. Tell Sam to lock it down the second you’re inside. The building will lockdown before the city cops get here. I’m probably going to get my ass handed to me but as long as you two get inside, it’s fine. It’ll give us enough time to explain it all.”

“What’s the-” you said before Dean nearly plowed into the front of the building. 

“Go! Now!” he shouted. You and John ripped off your seatbelts and sprinted out of the car, the siren going off loudly as you heard shouting.

You heard a car crash behind you and you spun around, John nearly at the door.

“Y/N!” he shouted as you saw an officer holding up a gun at you.

“Tell Sam!” you said, positive making a move for the door would be a bad idea. “Go! I’ll be fine.”

It was hard to hear over all of the noise but you heard metal clank against the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a wall of metal had come down over the front door, John nowhere in sight.

“Ow,” you groaned as you were shoved to the ground by an officer. Less than ten seconds later you were cuffed and hauled to your feet, plopped down on the sidewalk as a grunting Dean was sat next to you.

“I thought I said both of you get inside,” whispered Dean.

“The cop was too fast. At least John got in. Jim won’t do anything to me. I think,” you said.

“Be careful,” said Dean as an officer shoved his shoulder. “Fuck off, Paul!”

“What the fuck are you doing running around with a criminal like that, Chief?” said Paul.

“It’s complicated,” said Dean, the both of you hauled to your feet as a swarm of new cars hit the end of the parking lot.

“I bet,” said the officer, nodding at his partner as they shoved you in the backseat of their vehicle. You saw Paul punch Dean in the face, just in time to feel something hard hit your own. You gasped and fell down in the seat, something dark and heavy tossed over you. “You two don’t move now.”

“I have a feeling we’re not going to the station,” said Dean, the officer shouting outside about having runners. Two car doors opened and slammed shut, the car quiet for a moment before it took off. “Guys don’t do this. Jones is a bad guy.”

“He’s a very wealthy bad guy,” said one. You and Dean shook off the blanket and sat up by the time you were down a different road. 

“He’s going to kill us,” said Dean. “Do you two really want that on you for a little bit of money?”

“I wouldn’t call five hundred grand a little bit of money,” said the officer.

“Each,” said the other. “The guy just wants back his daughter. We know you’ve been lying to her. She’s got freaking head trauma. You’re lucky we don’t kick your ass ourselves for what you did, Winchester.”

“He didn’t do anything, I swear,” you said, the officers rolling their eyes. “I swear! Don’t do this!”

“We’re fucked,” said Dean, kicking at the back of their seats. “These are two of the dirtiest cops in Lawrence. Shit, Y/N. You fuckers. Don’t be idiots. He’s going to kill us, both of us. You’re shitheads but not murderers.”

“Remember when you filled up my locker in high school with-”

“For fucks sake Ron! For the last time that wasn’t me and it was fucking tenth grade!” said Dean.

“It’s five hundred grand Dean. They don’t give a shit,” you said. You slid over on the seat and rested your head on his shoulder. Dean parted his lips but you moved your hands to his own, sliding your switchblade over to him. “We’re on our own.”

He nodded when you looked up at him, Dean pretending to sigh as you leaned forward, quickly seeing that you’d cut nearly all the way through the ties. A sharp tug would be more than enough to break free.

Fifteen minutes later you stopped at an old farmhouse, the officers shoving you and Dean out of the backseat and into a barn before leaving.

“You ran off on me, Y/N,” said Jim, a scowl on his face as he walked out from the shadows.

“Jim, I say we let bygones be bygones. We got a huge problem,” said Dean. “Hawkins is here. He found us in Seattle. We’ll admit, you freaked us out with the whole drugging thing but we got sloppy and he found us and he caught up to us just outside of Lawrence and-”

“Dean. You’re not as good as coming up with stories as I am. Don’t insult my intelligence,” said Jim. He walked over in front of you, kneeling down. “The real question is what kind of lies having you been telling my daughter.”

“What? You’re my dad?” you said, a flash of confusion on Jim’s face almost making you smile. “What?”

“What happened to her?” barked Jim. “She was getting better last I saw her.”

“Don’t,” you mumbled, Jim cocking his head at you.

“I said what happened,” said Jim.

“...Hawkins caught up to us like I said. She...she hit her head in the scuffle. She’s not been great and then one of those cops just hit her again so for all I know, she’s even worse,” said Dean.

“You’re my dad? What’s...where’s my mom?” you asked, glancing around, trying your best to look as pathetic as possible.

“I thought you were going to protect her,” said Jim. “Look at her. Made her a liar like yourself. I know you’re lying, Jane.”

“Fine. My name is Y/N,” you said, Jim smirking as he stood in front of you. “Asshole.”

“You’re stronger than you look,” he said, pushing up his jacket sleeve, showing off a few long and nasty nail marks that dug deep into his skin. “Hurt like a bitch. I grabbed you from your motel room that night. One little knock to the head. You woke up as I was hauling you through the woods out there. You put up a hell of a fight, especially for a brain damaged person. You took a dirty shot and by the time I was on my feet, you were gone. I thought I was so fucked when I couldn’t find you again. Then you showed up on the news, came right on home to me. I almost killed you two at the park but she was so...naive. You had no idea what had happened. I still had my little girl. Until of course the cop over here had to ruin everything. So I’m going to offer you a choice. You can either both die, or I can have my little girl again and maybe get you a friend.”

“What?” you said, Jim walking over to an old tool bench and picking up a hammer. 

“I figure a whack or two will make you two nice little stupid things that will forget all about this. We can either go that route or you die,” he said.

“I’ll die, thanks,” you said.

“I second that,” said Dean.

“Figured you’d say that,” he said, walking in front of Dean. Jim brought the hammer down fast. Dean dodged most of the hit thankfully, only getting a scrape on the cheek as he rolled out of the way. When he got to his feet, his hands were in front of himself and he was holding the knife out.

You both froze when you heard a gunshot ring out. Jim hit the ground and Dean held up his hands, your own going up after you broke out of the restraints. You slowly turned around, dropping your hands when you saw a few officers and John holding a fancy looking gun.

“Sniper school,” said Dean.

“Sniper school,” he said. John handed the gun back to an officer and you saw Sam pull up in a car. “Your little brother almost didn’t believe me.”

“We’re glad he did,” said Dean as Sam walked over and gave him a hug. “Don’t go mush on me. You gotta go arrest Nelson and Brooks from the city.”

“You serious?” said Sam.

“Yes! Now go. My head is still throbbing,” said Dean, rubbing his sore temple as you walked over.

“At least I know my birthday,” you said.

“Cute,” said Dean, both of you watching John almost step forward. “I think you can give her a hug.”

“Thanks,” you said, meeting John halfway there, almost getting lifted off of the ground. “How’d you convince them to give you a gun?”

“Best shot here,” said Sam as he rolled his eyes at his radio. “The dumbasses are on the run.”

“Hey Irv,” said Dean, cocking his head as an older man in a city uniform entered the barn. “Want to go catch those two crooked city boys for us little hick town cops?” said Dean with a smirk.

“Never gonna hear the end of this am I,” said Irv as he shook his head. “Yeah, we’ll get ‘em. This is gonna be a fun court case.”

“I’m sure it will be,” said Dean, John finally releasing you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“You okay?” he asked as he stared at your cheek.

“Yeah. Ironically the hit to the face helped some,” you said, turning towards Dean. “You used to let me win at hide and go seek when we were little.”

“Yes, I did,” said Dean. “Let’s keep the head injuries to a minimum though.”

“I’ve got to agree with that,” said John. “You sure you’re okay?”

“She used that switchblade to get us both free and bought us some time playing dumb. I’d say she’s doing a lot better than expected,” said Dean.

“I could really go for some McDonald’s actually,” you said. Dean smiled, John raising an eyebrow.

“Uh…” said John, looking at Dean.

“The girl likes her breakfast foods,” laughed Dean.

“It’s dinnertime,” said John.

“All day breakfast,” you said.

“Told you she’s fine,” said Dean, handing you back your switchblade. “Want to head to the hospital now?”

“At least I’ll be wearing pants this time,” you said. John blinked slowly, looking between you. “We’ll explain on the way.”

“Hey,” said Dean, rattling his fingers on your hospital door as you changed into a pair of sweats from the police department a few hours later, almost midnight by the time they were releasing you. “Ready to head to the station?”

“I think I already gave my statement like fifteen times,” you said. Dean smiled as he came in, your rain jacket tucked under his arm. 

“Your family’s staying at the Marriott but they’re still at the station. We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want,” said Dean.

“Is John in trouble? For killing Jim?” you asked.

“It’s a little messy since he’s not a cop but given the circumstances, he likely saved both our lives by taking a shot no one else could have made. Given his service record and everything that went down, they’ll let him go without any charges,” said Dean. “There’s a lot of stuff to clean up, a lot of people your...people Jim paid off. John’ll get a clean record by the time it’s all said and done. Oh. There is one slight benefit to this situation, Ms. Jane Jones.”

“What?” you asked.

“Jim. He was your dad. He’s got a will. It seems that in the heat of the moment and all, he never removed you from it. You’re set to inherit an assload of money,” said Dean with a smile. “I get the feeling the Hawkins family doesn’t have much. Maybe you’ll be able to help out your folks a little.”

“For sure. This has been the longest week of my life but I got a few good things out of it,” you said, ripping off your hospital band. “You. A nice inheritance. A family. I know it’s late and I’m nervous but I want to meet my family. My real family.”

“Alright,” said Dean, holding out a hand. You slid yours into it and gave him a smile. 

“Will you stay?” you asked. He kissed your temple, smiling back at him.

“Yes, I will be there with you, sweetheart,” he said. “You don’t have to do it on your own.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

“Alright, guys,” said Sam as he opened up the conference door at the station half an hour later. You saw John, Lila, Luke and Kyle all sat around the table. “Take as long as you need.”

Sam gave you some privacy as Dean slipped in behind you, standing by the door as Lila stood up.

“Hi,” you said. She practically sprinted over and tackled you, squeezing you far too tight. “Mom. Air.”

“Sorry,” she said, barely letting go as she gave you a big smile and kissed your cheek. “You grew up so pretty. Did you see her eyes, John? They’re just like yours.”

“I saw Lil,” he said with a soft smile, turning his head. “Boys. You want to say hi to your sister?”

“Hi,” they both said as they stood up, both a bit nervous looking.

“Hey,” you said, Lila walking you over to them. “Luke and Kyle?”

“I’m Luke,” said the shorter one.

“I’m Kyle,” said the other, smirking at his brother. “He’s short.”

“Am not. I’m like six foot, freak,” said Luke.

“Boys,” said Lila.

“Sorry,” they both said.

“So you’re like not dead?” said Luke. You smiled and nodded. “Cool.”

“Beats the alternative,” you said, looking around. “So...this is weird.”

“To be honest, Luke and I always thought you were dead,” said Kyle, turning to Luke. “Sucks for you. You gonna get middle child syndrome now or something?”

“You took one psych class last semester and now you’re a know it all,” said Luke. “Our brother is kind of a dorky loser just an fyi.”

“Says the guy who plays dungeons and dragons,” said Kyle.

“I saw you looking at the rule book, dork,” said Luke.

“You both kind of sound like dorks to me,” you said, both of them giving you bitch faces. “We done with the awkward crap now?”

“Twenty bucks she thinks you’re the bigger loser,” said Kyle.

“Deal. Christmas we’ll have an official ruling,” said Luke.

“Is this what it’s like having brothers?” you asked Dean.

“Pretty much,” said Dean, John standing up and walking over.

“Look at ‘em. Already trying to be their big sister’s favorite,” he teased.

“I’m not really used to this big family thing,” you said as Lila gave you another hug. “I’m pretty sure I’ll get used to it though.”

“Well Thanksgiving is next week and we will make all of your favorites,” said Lila.

“Mom’s side of the family is pretty big,” said Kyle. “Hey, can we like surprise everyone that Y/N’s actually alive?”

“Uh, let’s give everybody a heads up. I’m sure it’ll still be a surprise,” said John, your gaze going back to Dean. “Your boyfriend can come too.”

“You have a boyfriend?” asked Lila as she looked back at Dean. “Oh, he’s cute.”

“He looks like he got the shit beat out of him,” mumbled Luke.

“He’s a good guy,” said John as your stomach grumbled. “You ever get those pancakes?”

You shook your head, Dean chuckling.

“I’ll be back with some grub for you guys. Y/N, call me if you need anything,” said Dean.

“I will, Dean.”

“You sure you want to be here tonight?” asked Dean as you stepped out of his bathroom after your shower, nearly three in the morning by the time you left the station with plans to meet up for lunch the next day.

“Yeah. Those guys are exhausted and I need a minute to decompress,” you said. You fell down onto his bed, curled up in one of his t shirts. Dean grabbed your shoulders and tucked you into his side, his lips pressing against your temple. “My parents said I could live with them if I wanted.”

“You don’t need to make any decisions right now,” said Dean nuzzling his cheek against yours.

“I don’t know where home is anymore,” you said as you lifted your gaze to his. “Here. Seattle. Kansas City with my parents. My whole life has been…”

“Why not all three?” asked Dean. You cocked your head and he chuckled. “You’re loaded now, Y/N. I know you liked Seattle. But I know you want to be close to your family. Live in all three if you want.”

“What’re you going to do?” you asked.

“I liked Vancouver.”

You laughed and he gave you a sweet kiss, giggling to himself.

“Sorry. I had to. I’m a Kansas boy though. This place ain’t perfect but it’s my home,” he said.

“What do you think I should do?” you asked.

“This is going to sound a certain way so try not to take it like that,” said Dean. “But I think...you should take a breather from this place for a little while. Go home to Seattle, figure out work and all the stuff with Jim. Find a place you actually like, somewhere you can watch the rain. Then go home to your parents, meet your family. You and me, we’ll be okay. It’ll give me some time to plan the perfect date.”

“I’m not so helpless anymore, Dean. I can remember most everything now and the stuff I can’t, I don’t think it matters,” you said. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want.”

“If there’s one thing I am absolutely positive about sweetheart, it is that you have never been helpless. Even when Jim attacked you back on Monday night, hit your head so hard you couldn’t remember, you still outsmarted him. You got away. You’re not helpless and that’s not why I like you,” he said.

“I know why I like you,” you said. “Because you never made me feel like some weak victim. We were partners.”

“I don’t really know why but you made me feel safe. I get what your dad was talking about back in the hunting cabin with your mom. She made him feel better. I get that,” he said.

“You want to come to thanksgiving?” you asked.

“Only if there’s pie,” he chuckled.

“I love baking on a rainy day,” you said.

“I think we’ll have to make a few trips up to Seattle,” said Dean, sighing when his phone rang. “That’s my dad.”

“Go ahead,” you said, Dean reaching over and picking it up.

“Hey dad,” he yawned. “How was the vacation?”

“It was great. The dehumidifier is overflowing,” he said. You laughed when Dean rolled his eyes. “Is this funny to you?”

“Dad, I’ve had a hell of a week,” said Dean, throwing an arm over his face, his smile poking out from under it. “I will take an overflowed dehumidifier any day.”

“Dean. You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow. I promise,” said Dean.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“Mhm. I’m beat so we’re going to head to bed. I love you. Say night to mom for me,” said Dean.

“Love you too, Dean,” he said before Dean hung up.

“He didn’t sound mad,” you said.

“He’s not, not really,” said Dean as he tossed his phone down and turned off the light. “Dad’s are funny sometimes. You know...my dad’s name is John too. He was a marine actually.”

“I bet they’ll get along great,” you said, snuggling down into the pillows. “I’m exhausted.”

“Can’t sleep though?” he asked. You nodded your head and felt his hand on top of yours, your eyes flickering up. “How about a head massage?”

“That sounds pretty good,” you said, turning into his touch.

“Relax for me sweetheart. It’s over. I promise.”

Four Days Later

“Hello pretty girl,” said Dean when you answered the phone. You smiled and walked over to the window in your apartment. “How’s it going?”

“It is absolutely pouring outside,” you said. “I got the last of the boxes packed up in my apartment. There’s a cute little vacation house I was thinking of checking out after lunch before my flight back. It’s near the water. Maybe you could come visit over the holidays.”

“I could certainly do that,” he said. “We still on for your parents place for Thanksgiving tomorrow?”

“For sure. I...I was doing some thinking on the plane ride up here,” you said. “About what you said about living different places.”

“Oh yeah? You figure that out already?” he asked.

“Not at all,” you said, Dean chuckling into your ear. “I’m still learning my brother’s favorite colors and sports teams. I got a long ways to go before I feel like I have a handle on things again.”

“Well, they’re from Kansas City. I’d say the Kansas City Chiefs are a safe bet,” said Dean.

“Thanks, genius,” you laughed, plopping down on the window seat. “I realize now why I don’t have a lot of friends up here.”

“Jim wanted you all for himself,” said Dean. “You know, you can stay in Seattle if you want, sweetheart.”

“I’ve discovered in the day that I’ve been up here that I like Seattle a lot more when you’re here too,” you said. 

“You know...the house I’m renting...there’s room for two if you know anyone looking for a roommate,” he said.

“You have a two bedroom house, one of which is acting as your office and is filled with boxes,” you said.

“Like I said, plenty of room,” he said and you knew he was smirking on the other end.

“Well if you’re gonna twist my arm like that,” you laughed.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “I got dinner with my old boss yesterday and he understands why I’m leaving the firm. He said he’d write me a recommendation for anywhere I wanted to work.”

“Well that’s good. Still, weren’t you planning on taking a little time off to get to know your family? Your brother’s are on winter break soon aren’t they?” said Dean.

“Yeah. I think I’ll hold off until the new year before I think about a job again,” you said, resting your head against the window. “It’s really coming down out there. I think I left my raincoat at your place too.”

“No you didn’t,” he said.

“Yeah I-” you said, a knock coming at your door. “There’s someone at the door.”

“Maybe it’s the cops,” he said as you stood up.

“I hope it’s not Broch,” you laughed. “Guy’s an ass.”

“A total ass,” said Dean as you walked over. “I’ll call you back.”

“Okay…” you said as you put your phone away. You pulled open the door, biting back your smile.

“Hi,” said Dean, his raincoat soaked, your own tucked under his arm.

“How the hell did you get here?” you asked, Dean stepping inside and giving you a kiss.

“Plane. Broch’s big case turned out to be something after all,” said Dean. “Plus you sort of forgot your coat at home. I had to bring it up for you.”

“I missed you,” you said.

“Me too,” he said, chuckling when you hugged him and got your shirt wet. “Can I take you to lunch? I hear there’s this cute little vacation house for sale. Maybe we could check that out after.”

“I’d love to,” you said, running a finger down his jaw. “How was the plane ride?”

“I went to the doctor, got something for it. Way better this time around,” said Dean. “Gonna have to get used to it at some point considering I see a few trips up here happening.”

“We are pretty far from everything, Dean,” you said. “We don’t have to travel this far again.”

“No we don’t. But this is where I let myself fall for you. I like it here. And I’d like to take you back to that pretty park sometime soon,” said Dean. “Without the threat of dying hanging over our heads.”

“That would be nice,” you said, looking him up and down. “You know...I haven’t had sex with you yet.”

“Is that an invitation?” he laughed as you started to tug him back into the apartment. “I thought you were all done packing.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to have sex and then go do that other stuff?” you teased. 

“Oh no,” he said, slipping out of his shoes, dropping his jacket on the floor while you pulled him back towards your bedroom. “I am perfectly okay with all the sex.”

“Good because I remember how amazing that mouth of yours is,” you said, grabbing his flannel and pushing it off his shoulders. 

“I’m using more than my mouth this time,” said Dean. “I’m assuming you have-”

“Fuck,” you said, dropping your head against his chest. “Where are those condoms we bought?” 

“Pretty sure we left them in the rental car at that rest stop,” he said.

“We are so having sex tonight after we fly home,” you said.

“Well...nothing says we can’t have a teaser,” said Dean, resting his hands on your hips. 

“We could definitely...ah crap,” you said, running your hand over your face. “I may have forgotten that my parents are in town and I promised I’d meet them for lunch at noon.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to raincheck yet again on some fan freaking tastic sex,” said Dean.

“Sorry for riling you up. I don’t want to be late. They’re only a tad bit paranoid. Understandably,” you said with a smile.

“There’s plenty of time for us later. So what are they in town for?” asked Dean.

“Some of that clearing up my dad’s name stuff. They’re also a wee bit paranoid to leave me on my own since I wasn’t hanging out with you. I barely convinced them to get their own hotel room,” you said.

“I can’t imagine how they feel,” said Dean, touching the end of your braid. “Or how you feel.”

“Strangely, okay. I remember getting more and more suspicious of Jim over the past few months. It was little things I started to put together. He was actually quite controlling. I never realized. I always thought he was just an overprotective father,” you said.

“Back in that motel room when we met your actual dad for the first time, you knew Jim’s story was bullshit, didn’t you,” said Dean. 

“After he stopped kicking your ass,” you teased. “But yes. Something about the way he looked at me, was towards you, it was strange.”

“He loves you. Like I said, I can only imagine what seeing you again is like for your parents,” said Dean.

“Are you close with yours?” you asked.

“I butted heads with my dad when I was younger but we worked through it. I think I know why you’re probably doing okay though,” said Dean.

“Why’s that?”

“You were raised by two crazy people, Y/N. But your real family, they’ll love you the way people are supposed to. Unconditionally. I think you know that deep down you’re better off,” said Dean.

“I know I am,” you said, Dean brushing his thumb over your cheek. “It’s fading away.”

“Battle wounds,” said Dean, bumping his nose against yours. “Want to head out?”

“You coming with?” you asked.

“Obviously. Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” he said. 

“Good. We have a knack for finding trouble,” you said.

“Probably best to stick together then,” he said, brushing his lips over yours, delivering a soft kiss. He cupped your cheek, your hands settling on his chest, griping into his shirt. You smiled as you broke apart, Dean returning it.

“Let’s go get some lunch, super cop,” you said.

“After you. Jane,” he said with a smirk. You went to whack him, Dean laughing as he grabbed his flannel and jogged down the hall. 

“You better run, Winchester!” you said, laughing as you followed him out. Dean was already in his shoes by the time you grabbed your purse off the counter. He handed you your jacket and you slipped into it, taking a deep breath. 

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I’m okay, Dean,” you said. “I’m finally okay.”

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Light from Orphic proposing to Reader be like: "Maybe we should get married" -S

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this is a continuation of my completed fic Orphic found here

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There were countless parts of your life you missed: your freedom, your family, your job, your life, but you were in no position to desire them back. What your life was now, whatever it was, it was your fault. There was no god of misfortune to blame, not even the one you lived with. Naomi must have turned in her grave; all the evidence she laid in front of you on a silver platter you trashed. L right along with her, and Mogi too. Oliver branch after olive branch you burned, and you had the audacity to feel sorry for yourself?

Yes, yes you did. Every morning when he’d gently kiss you awake and every night when he fucked you ruthlessly into the mattress. After Light’s suggestion to put in your two weeks, you had a head full of useless calculus. Your new hobby was helping struggling high school and college students with everything from limits to surface integrals. Something to focus your head away from the heaviness of your environment. What else were you to do? Turn into a maid to cook and clean all day? You’d rather die. 

Of course, that was dramatic. Your fear of death is what kept you in the game for this long, and what keeps you in this God-forsaken house at all hours of the day. To even try to escape, after the first time, you’d never even think of it again. You can’t go back there. Never. 

You sighed. No longer having a work suitcase to hide your journal in, you’ve resorted to hiding it under the bed: not very clever, but what reason does Light have to be looking under the bed? You don’t partake in hide-and-seek very often, so it’s safe enough to hide a journal. Lifting yourself from the ground, you used the bookmark to flip to the next empty page.

User MathSuKS69 finally figured out how to find the volume of a solid. I hope he or she does well on their test. I wish I valued my education more in school, but the ongoing game with Light during my whole critical part of learning was somewhat distracting. I’m not some natural genius like him. I have to study hard, but when he does shit like giving me the notebook thing out of the blue, it makes my life that much more difficult. 

He’s planning something. The twink has been getting that glint in his eye. I know it too well. ‘Maybe we should…” blah, blah, blah. What more can I succumb to anymore? I had to bring him to my brother’s funeral and introduce him to my family as my significant other. There’s nothing that can sit worse in my stomach than that. 

It’s something they wear as pride. Their daughter is dating the dashing detective everyone raves about. Light has, over the past few months, become famous for being the genius, hot detective. Like the damn Sherlock Holmes of Japan, cases come in and get solved. People come into the station not only with these impossible-seeming cases but to just see him. No one asks anymore about the Kira case to him, and, if they do, he’ll politically dodge the question. It’s terrifying. Not as scary as the cemented Kira culture in the world, accepted and revered worldwide, mind the radical anti-Kira groups spread, and those who do not know the hot detective that defined justice in more than just Japan is more than what he appears to be.

Justice. What even is justice anymore? L dying, was that justice? Kiyomi burning to death? His sister in a wheelchair? That’s supposed to be for the greater good? Just so me and him can live in peace. Be happy. It’s for us. Everything I do is and always will be for us. 

If life after death is anything like “The 5 People You Meet in Heaven,” except it’s hell, I’m getting my ass kicked. 

Hand hurting from writing, you shook it, then capped the pen and placed the journal under the bed once again. Your hands wiped at the newfound dust on your pajamas. It was still early. Light must have just left no more than fifteen minutes ago. At least he didn’t wake you up this time. Yawning, relaxed at the notion of being alone, you stretched your arms into the air, rustling your hair as you made your way downstairs. 

Voices, the banging of pots and pans, and the smell of breakfast filled your senses. Rushing downstairs, you were greeted with both your family and Light’s in your living room, chatting and laughing together like howdy-doo-dee. Not noticing you yet, you looked to the kitchen, where Light smiled lightly above the stove, clad in a button-down and trousers and a rag over his shoulder. 

“Oh, Y/N!” Light’s mom called, waving you over. You grinned, eyebrows raised realizing you were, in fact, not wearing pants and in front of your mom, sister, Light’s mom, and his sister. “Good morning! Did my son not tell you about today? Oh, that’s so Light!” You cleared your throat, watching Light set down his spatula and turn the heat down on the stove before making wide strides towards you.

“It must have slipped my mind. I hope you don’t mind. I invited everyone over for brunch.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and capturing your lips in a swift, heavy kiss, all for show. Your family swooned at the perceived sweetness of it all. His musk, strong and sweet, engulfed you as an arm remained around you. “I feel like our families don’t know each other nearly as much as they should for how long we’ve been together.”

  “And he’s such a good cook, Y/N!” Rose exclaimed. “If he had a brother, by Kira’s name, I’d marry him. This is amazing.” His hand squeezed your shoulder at the mention of himself from her lips. “And I can’t believe we haven’t been over here yet! What have you been hiding?” Everything. You smiled. 

“Oh, well, we just walk around naked most of the time. Nothing good to see.” Rose giggled, accompanied by the laughter of the other women. Nervously, you joined. “I’m going to put some pants on and look presentable. Be right back.” You tore yourself from his grasp and didn’t hurry to change into regular clothes and fix your hair. 

Why the fuck was he not at work? What was he planning with all this? Just when you thought things would reduce back to a norm, he has to think of something to keep you on your toes. Light can never just settle. He wants more. He always wants more, and he doesn’t stop until he gets it. This isn’t something Light just does. Something lies behind the scenes. What he wants, however, you don’t know anymore. You, you thought ruefully, but he has me. He certainly didn’t care about your family. Oliver, rest his soul, proves that point enough.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay up there?” Sweetheart. Footsteps followed the call until they entered the bedroom. “You’re taking an awfully long time to change.” He shut the door behind him, and instantly his countenance slunk from the big and bright innocence to the sly and cunning. “Don’t want to keep everyone waiting,” he spoke, voice audibly lower than the statement before.

“What’s up your sleeve?” 

“Why do you think everything I do has an ulterior motive?” He took a step towards you.

“Because they do. All the time.” Light shrugged, covering the distance left over in between the two of you. “What are you planning?” He raised a slender hand. Long, dainty fingers touched your cheek, thumb playing with the skin under your chin. If you weren’t you, you’d see only the passion glistening in his eyes, like seeing a long lost love for the first time, but you always knew better. Underneath lied the most twisted sense of love. Though he’s never said the word, it’s black and corrupted in his mind, just like his sense of justice. 

“Don’t be so defensive, baby. I’m just taking the first steps forward in our relationship. I know you wouldn’t take the initiative, so I decided to do the honors for us.” Light took his hand back, trailing it down your arm and linking your fingers together. He’s awfully touchy today… something’s very, very wrong. He guided you back to the sweet-smelling kitchen. “Sorry to keep everyone waiting.” He laughed. 

“We know what you two were doing anyway!” Sayu laughed, fork hitting the plate as she sat in the wheelchair next to the couch. The kidnapping… the poor girl. Light told you about it, another one of the sacrifices he had to make for the new world, just like his dad was. What he has suffered to be here. “You guys have to stop being adorable for a second, please! You have company.” Light laughed with his ever-loving smile, hand going over his gut. You forced yourself to smile too. 

“Also, don’t eat too much everyone. I reserved us a table at la Mare Dorée for dinner.” The group harmoniously gasped together in delight as he wrapped an arm around your waist and squeezed. This wasn’t right. The women looked to each other, smiling in glee at the aspect. 

“Are you joking?” Rose asked, at the edge of the couch. “It takes months—years—to get a table there. There aren’t many French places like it around. Light how did you—you’re amazing. And it’s so expensive!” 

“I know you can do amazing things,” Sayu added, “but this is something extraordinary. Thank you, big bro.” He waved her off. No one in their elation took note of your ever worrying form. Only Light, who remained steadfast in his mask by your side, must have, but he only offered you a glance. 

“I know. I called, just to see if I can squeeze in somewhere. When I gave them my name, they offered me a table for tonight! It was amazing. I didn’t think I was that known.” You, in fact, do. He was building up his local fame for the day he came out as Kira, the God of the New World, a day you dreaded with every fiber of your being. Something of your nightmares you don’t want to think about, but you both knew he couldn’t yet. Not with the resistances still active across the globe. He needed to be patient, and, after waiting so long with L and Near, he could survive to wait a little more. 

“Oh, shut up!” His mom chided. “You’re practically a superstar. I Googled you, and you had trending hashtags and blogs dedicated to you and people asking how to get a meeting with you, and so much more! It was a little alarming, if I’m being honest.” Sayu nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, the people I work with always ask me about you. They’re amazed that I’m your sister. They always tell me how lucky I am.” You fist tightened at your side. Lucky, because it was his actions that got you taken and in that wheelchair? She doesn’t even know. A wrench of pity and guilt was thrown into your stomach. Light silenced any visual discomfort you might have been showing with a pinch at your hip. “But I think Y/N is the luckiest of all of us.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, he can cook, Y/N! Be grateful for once in your life.” You tilted your head and playfully glared at her. 

“Oh, I’m always grateful. Don’t you worry about that.”

  “I’ll clean up in here. Here,” Light let you go and reached for a plate on the counter, “I made your favorite. I’ll clean up in here and join you with them when I’m done.” He placed a poisoned kiss on your forehead, then turned and let loose the hot water in the sink. You ignored the knowing gazes of the other women as you sat on the very end of the corner sofa, placing the plate on the arm next to you. 

“I heard you’re not working at the firm anymore, Y/N,” your mother said. You licked your lips. 

“Yeah, that’s the truth. I… didn’t like how I was being treated, but I didn’t think of putting in my two weeks in, but Light told me I should if I’m not happy, so, here we are,” you explained. Light didn’t even glance over from the sink. 

“Are you job hunting now?” Mrs.—Ms. Yagami, now, you reckon, asked. You shook your head. 

“Not yet. I’m—.”

“Oh, I see,” your sister interrupted, but you don’t see, so you furrowed your brows and wordlessly asked her to explain. She shook her head. “Later,” she mouthed. 

“Well, that’s okay. We all know Light is bringing home the big bucks. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” 

“Mom, please.” She laughed.

“It’s okay to admit it, hun! Anyway, Y/N, take your time. I’m sure Light doesn’t mind coming home to a clean house and dinner on the table.” You swallowed the bite of your breakfast, which did, in fact, taste delicious, while ignoring his mom’s statement. Light laughed from the kitchen. 

“If that’s the case, I’ll be eating scrambled eggs and cereal every day.” The running water shut off. Light took off the rag on his shoulder, folding it neatly over the edge. You kept your eyes out the window while his weight shifted down right next to you, leaving no room between you, and a heavy arm draped around your shoulders. This is so very wrong. “I just want to be able to provide, that’s all, so she won’t have to work. I just want Y/N to be happy.” You continued to eat silently.

The whole day was spent lounging around, talking and laughing in the circle you naturally formed in the living room. The TV played the news in the background. It was no longer Kira-focused, as it used to be, now that it’s become the norm. Now, they dedicate a whole program to it, much like a weather segment, there’s a Kira segment. Not to mention the multiple Kira shows, documentaries, and other related programs. Though, each one reminds you of Takada, so you refuse to let them be on. 

It was too comfortable. You leaned into him, fucking Light Yagami, like he was a precious boyfriend, with your head against his shoulder. The force of his arm around you didn’t help either, but it wasn’t disgusting. As the group laughed at another memory, you felt the warmth from his body. This shouldn’t be comfortable. This shouldn’t be making me relax. You should be begging your family to get you out of there, tell them this is Kira, but what good would that do? You even left the damn country, look where you ended up anyway? Back here. There was no escape anymore. Just be grateful for once in your life. 

At 16:30, you dispersed. The families have gone home to get ready for this evening. You remained outside with Rose after Light returned inside. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said, ‘you see.’” She grinned, shaking her head. 

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I swear, sometimes you’re so thick.” Sucking in a breath between her teeth, she threw her hands in the air. “I can’t tell you! If I’m right, I’ll ruin it! Just… think about it all.” A car honked. “Okay! I’m coming! Bye, love. See you soon!” She hurried to the car, leaving you with more questions than answers. Dread filled your heart at the door behind you, knowing you were back alone with the beast now that beauty didn’t need to be out anymore with them gone. 

He was in your shared bedroom, fingering through his side of the walk-in closet. He didn’t pay you any mind when you entered and began to rummage through your clothes. 

“Maybe you should wear that black dress.” You pursed your lips. The black dress he bought for you when he decided he hated your wardrobe and went on an all-expense-paid trip to the mall. Once finding the fabric, you ran your fingers down it hesitantly. “You still have those nude heels.” It was a statement. 

“Yeah, in the very back corner. Glad you want me to sprain my ankle tonight,” you muttered. You stepped towards the back of the closet, but his arms entrapped you before you can make it, pressing your body flush against his. He leaned down to you. 

“I want you to look like you deserve to be my woman tonight.” His breath brushed against your face gently, giving you seconds to feel it send goosebumps down your spine until he closed the distance and nearly forced you backward with the strength of the kiss. There was no foreplay, only pure lust pushing your lips open and thrusting the wet, hungry tongue into your maw, suffocating and stifling. It’s always too much, too heavy. You’re always too weak to handle his… affection. Even as he continues, overpowering you at every crevice and intricacy of your mouth, your mind buzzed with only him. His smell, his toxicity, his hands, his taste, it’s too much. Too much, and you’ll be addicted.  “So, get ready,” he whispered when he broke apart, smirking in bliss at your panting form. 

“Yeah, okay.”

It was unlike any other restaurant or hotel you’ve ever seen. Pulling up in yours and Light’s Lexus, you awed at the sight of it. It was clearly five-star, celebrities-only type of place. Rolling up the stone road, pillars on either side wrapped in lights and rose bushes in between them encasing the hemisphere way, a gorgeous lit up fountain in the middle surrounded by stone benches and gardens. Limos dropped off countless well-dressed men and women, wearing various designer gowns, suits, and dresses. Light pulled up to the front, handing the keys to the valet and looking to you.

You’d be blind to say he didn’t look devilishly handsome. The suit, black jacket with a white undershirt and black tie and well-fitting pants all hugged his lean body. You cursed the tailor who made it. Feeling the heat on your face after the inspection, you kept your eyes low. He chuckled, wrapping a hand around your thigh. He exited the car, walking around the front with a hand fixing his jacket buttons and opening the passenger door. A hand reached into the car. Soft to the touch, you placed your palm on top and he pulled you to a stand. “Are they here yet?” 

“We’ll check inside first.” Watching the silver car down the way, you felt him link his arm with you. Fuck, he smells so fucking nice—fuck! He led you into through the large double doors being held open by a man and woman in suits. Your jaw dropped. The band in the corner’s music drifted through the huge open area, windows showcasing the view of the city surrounded the perimeter. A deck outside laced with vines had more seating. Running water ran into the pond of the other corner, lights illuminating the rocks around it. The biggest golden chandelier you’ve ever seen hung in the middle. There was another layer above, wrapping around the room with ivory bars. A long table right in the dead center of that second floor hosted three women in chairs and one in a wheelchair. You would be able to see the table from anywhere in the restaurant. A lush, red carpet led down the stairs into the main area. 

Light chuckled next to you. “Look.” He nudged your attention to the corner near the waterfall. “Isn’t that ironic? Don’t you recognize him from TV? Hideki Ryuga.” L’s pseudonym. It curled your stomach into a twist as the actor laughed with a beautiful woman next to him. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”

  “I’m too hungry,” you whispered back. 

“Hmph, it’s fine. Let’s go greet the rest of the party then.” Your eyes focused on the white marble wall with golden lining as he led you to the table. The four women straightened up, waving in excitement at the sight of you two. 

“Y/N, honey, you look beautiful!” Your mom immediately praised, rising to her feet to greet you in a hug. You sister followed, squeezing tightly. 

“Glad you don’t have to borrow my clothes for parties anymore,” Light’s curious eyes glanced over at the mention, lips quirking. She smiled again, then sat down. You leaned down to embrace Sayu, then Light’s mother. 

“You’re a gorgeous woman, Y/N.” You thanked her politely. Light was already waiting at the other end of the table, pulling out the seat at the head and waiting. Swallowing down your newfound bad feeling at his gaze, you sat down, allowing him to push in the chair and take the seat next to you, closest to the bars overlooking the entire restaurant. “Son, this is amazing. Words can’t thank you enough.”

“No, it’s no problem. Anything for my family.” You noted that he looked at both his own and yours. “Now, let’s finally eat.” 

You’re pretty sure the soup costed more than you’re worth. Gauging these prices, your eyes were wide as they exponentially increased with each protein. I should stick to the salad, but even that is more than you’d pay for anything. You couldn’t focus on the menu, eyes continuing to glance as Light as he crossed his legs and scrutinized the menu in front of it. Something terrible is going to happen. 

You decided on the most appetizing thing in your mind that was at least lower than most other foods on the menu, and a glass of Chardonnay. You needed to drink right about now. The waitress taking all the menus, you rested your hands on the table. A mistake, you mused, as Light took the opportunity to place his own on top. It was not missed by your sister, who winked at you from across the table. 

“So Light,” your sister asked, tone indicating anything about to come out of her mouth was not good, “mind my nosiness, but you and my sister have a rough history. What exactly made you go after her even though she hated you?” You were going to hear about that later, that’s for sure, based solely on the flicker in his eyes. 

“Yeah, Y/N was a tough nut to crack, but she never really hated me.” He ignored your eyes. “You remember how she would always second-guess herself, never believing in herself, right? Well, she only portrayed her hatred for me, because she hated herself. She didn’t think she was good enough for me, which is utterly ridiculous. I saw right through it, and, after years of work, broke through her wall. The rest is history.” Your teeth gnawed at the inside of your cheek. Bastard! “Isn’t that right, darling?” He was daring you to try something.

  “Well, you didn’t have to expose me like that, babe.”

  “So, when did you know you loved him?” It was your mother. You looked around for your wine. “I know you better than anyone, my daughter. I’ve never seen you so happy.” One hand of his held yours, the other perched itself to hold his chin. Oliver flashed in your mind. I know who Kira is, and I’m in love with him. Yeah, tell that story. 

“I didn’t want to,” you muttered. “I… thought I was fine on my own, thought I didn’t need anyone. I didn’t think anyone could find me attractive, so I gave up on the aspect of true love.” You paused, “Then Light came into my life. Annoyed the hell out of me the whole time, but then I moved back to the States, and I realized…” you exhaled, “I realized what my life was without him. It was… unbearable.” Rose gasped. 

“You came back because you love him!” Light’s hand tightened. 

“Yes, you caught me.” You’re pretty sure you were going to vomit. The waitress returned with your drinks; you rushed to sip down yours to get the lies off your tongue. 

“That’s so sweet. You sure have a way of charming people, Light,” Sayu laughed. He shrugged.

“I got lucky,” and he looked at you like you were every star in the sky and smiled. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the skin on top, tender and loving. “There is nothing else I wish I lived for. When dad died, I—I was so broken up. I thought it should have been me, but I know he would have gotten angry at that. He wanted me to live on and be happy, and I think this is it.” A hand squeezed your heart. 

“Your father loved you dearly, Light. You know he’s here with us now.” Oh, I dearly hope so. Light nodded, making a whole show out of it. His mother pat his sister on the back. “Here, let’s make a toast to your father. May he rest in peace.” You rose your wine glass, sipping with the rest of them, never forgetting the weight of Light’s hand on yours.

When the entrees were served, you didn’t know they were entrees, as they took up 5% of the plate. God, one of these restaurants.  So, unsurprisingly, it didn’t take very long for everyone to finish, hungrier than they were when they got here, but they were too polite to ask to get dessert, as it was enough out of Light’s wallet, who offered to pay for everything. 

As the group wordlessly decided they were ready to go, Light rose to his feet, capturing everyone’s attention as he fixed the button on his suit jacket. You looked up at him as he stepped away from the table and maneuvered your chair, with you in it, to face the balcony with everyone below. As he bent over, his lips brushed against your ear. 

“I was thinking… maybe we should get married.” 

The weight of the whole world fell on you, but you were stuck between the chair on him as he now stood above you. You gripped the sides of the chair as hard as you could. No, please no. “I’m sorry to make you all wait a little longer but,” he paused, and you wondered if he hated being on his one knee in front of you, “I do have something to ask you.” This was all happening too fast. 

“Y/N, I—we’ve known each other for years. You saved me, and all this time, I knew it was you. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. None of us would. There is nothing I would change about anything. About you. You’re…perfect for me. Through everything, high school, college, we may have had our rough patches, but we always persevered, and, when you left, I was horrified you would never come back. I—I gave up hope you were coming back, and I thought, if you ever did return, Kira would surely kill me before it, but then you came back. I thought to myself, ‘it’s fate.’ I must have done something right for you to come back to me.

“I love you, Y/N.” Light dug into his pants pocket. The whole restaurant was drowned in silence, and you realized they were all watching you. Your eyes landed on Hideki Ryuga. L is watching. From his pocket, he lifted the small case, popping it open to reveal the sparkling rock. “Please, do me the honors of being my wife.” No, this can’t be real. This is a dream. He had you cornered. Your family, everyone was watching. The side of his mouth away from your family rose in a sneer. He knew. Glinting in his eyes was what you knew so well: possession, lust, and justice. Kira’s sharp eyes were gazing at you from the ground. You didn’t have a choice. 

“Yes, of course. I love you, too, Light.” He broke out into a smile, rising up to meet you in a biting kiss, slipping the ring onto your finger. The whole place erupted in applause. Light pulled you to a stand and made you face the whole restaurant as they continued to clap. An arm wrapped around you and clasped tightly at your hip. 

“Don’t you see, Y/N? You’re mine. Now, every single part of your being will belong to me. Just as it always has been.” His voice was low in your ear. His hands snuck upwards to slide beneath your hair and trap you in another kiss. He parted with a leer. “I love you,” he laughed.

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Arya’s Most Undervalued Skill

Settle down folks, cause we’re here today to talk about Arya Stark’s most undervalued skill. Cause yeah, she’s a warrior and has a sharp mind and a sharp tongue and she stands up for injustice. All very good things. But one trait that we rarely discuss (partially because it’s depicted more in the books than the show and partially because this is an undervalued skill in general) is this: My girl is scary good at making friends.

Like, shit man, Arya is just good at making all kinds of people like her. And I really do mean ALL kinds. There are lots of examples of this in the book, but for those who say that D&D deleted this aspect of her character in the show: Oh, contrair. Let’s look at the colorful cast of characters that Arya somehow manages to befriend (This is show focused but feel free to add book characters)

First up, we got Micah. Precious Micah. Gone before your time. But he’s an odd friend for a noble girl to have because he’s the son of a butcher in a town where they’re just stopping by for like...a day. Arya apparently scurries off and immediately befriends this total stranger and gets him to help her practice with a sword. And even though they only know each other for a day, his murder is enough to get the Hound on her kill list! Because she geuinely cares about and values this boy even though it would have been so easy for her to dismiss her.

Then we’ve got Syrio. I mean yes, Syrio was hired by her father but the guy does go out of his way to comfort her AND let us not forget, he is willing to sacrifice his life to help her. That’s not something you do for a girl that you don’t really like.

Arya befriends Gendry, Hotpie and Lommy as well. Even though Hotpie and Lommy start off my picking on Arya by season two, they’re having casual conversations and by the end of their journey, Hotpie bakes her a wolf bread! And welcomes her back in season 7! Also, Arya puts Polliver on her list partially because of killing Lommy. Clearly she usually only holds grudges when necessary or she wouldn’t have been so bent on seeking justice for this boy. And with Gendry, well, I don’t need to say much about that. Everyone else has said plenty about them. But suffice it to say that a poor bastard black smith is a strange friend for a high born girl to have.

She befriends Jaqen H’ghar because she helps him out of a jam, even though she could have left him to die, and because of it, she earns his help and a coin that gets her to Bravos. You think he offers that internship to everyone? No chance. 

She befriends the Brotherhood, even though they kidnap and plan to randsom her, getting the archer to teach her how to shoot and even having a heartfelt conversation with Berric Dondarian, another man who makes it on her list.

She befriends the Hound, one of the first ever names on her list, and he tells her about his burning trauma and helps her away from the Red Wedding. Sure, we could say he’s trying to ransom her, but he clearly likes the girl even when she’s THREATENING him MULTIPLE TIMES.

She befriends many people in Bravos just by wandering the docks and learning about them. She befriends Lady Crane to the point that woman takes her in and heals her even though they’ve only had one short interaction. And if you think that there was no ‘Arya the friend making genius’ in season 7? Wrong! How about that conversation with the random Lannister soldiers? Makes friends with them too and has a good laugh. 

But honestly, I think the greatest testement to Arya’s way with people is a show only addition to season two when she becomes cup bearer to Tywin fucking Lannister. Like, Jesus, my girl Arya somehow gets him to tell her about his daddy issues? Also he compares her to his daughter and talks about history with her? Its the warmest we ever see Tywin except maybe his scene with Tommen after Joffrey’s death. And even then, Tywin is partially trying to manipulate Tommen into listening to him. With Arya, he doesn’t need her for anything. He thinks she’s some random girl. They still end up having MULTIPLE positive interactions.

So Arya befriends just about everyone she meets and those people, from Micah to Tywin Lannister, seem to like her. Why is that?

1) She doesn’t care about background. Arya treats most people based on their deeds NOT where they come from. If you earn a spot on her list, its cause you fucked up real bad. But she even is willing to chat with people from her list if she needs to.

2) She’s a good listener. People are just...drawn to tell her shit. And she doesn’t use it as ammo or gossip later. She just kinda has that vibe that you could tell her anything and it won’t get back to your enemies.

3) She is strong willed but kind. Despite the terrible treatment she got in season seven by the writers, Arya is not cruel without purpose. She says what is on her mind and she calls people out but she also often gives people the benefit of the doubt.

4) She really genuinely cares about people. Like, she is ride or die if she’s known you for even a brief time and you seem like a good person. And she’ll kill for you! A proper friend.

5) I dunno, some mystical powers that caused Tywin Lannister to be sort of nice for 2.5 seconds.

Her skill at this is there in the show. It’s just underutilized and not often talked about. But Arya’s people skills is part of her character that makes her so loveable! And I think we should acknowledge it more.

#game of thrones #arya stark #sandor clegane #tywin lannister #syrio forel #Gendry waters #jaqen h'ghar #arya is my daughter #i love her dearly

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Misery Loves Company Part 2:

Meet Esmé Squalor:

The city's sixth most important financial advisor, powerhouse fashionista, and fixated on revenge coke addict. Esmé takes no time showing the orphans that she is just as scary and dangerous as Olaf and sometimes they think she is the worst of the two. Esmé has one thing on her mind and that is her precious sugar bowl which she vows she will steal back or she will burn the entirety of VFD down trying.

Esmé has no problem with any of the vicious acts that Olaf suggests. She is down for just about anything he has in mind. Murder? Yes. Very in. Kidnapping? Yes. Completely In. Arson? Yes. The innest thing since aqueous martinis. And making sure a young child is never able to sleep peacefully again? In her words that 'deliciously in'. The children have a new villain to watch out for and believe it or not...shes more unstable than Olaf.

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[Trigger warning: subtle and not so subtle hints at Esme and Olafs hideous and devious intentions with teenaged orphans. Please read with caution]

Olaf was driving like an absolute psychopath as he raced from the burning hospital to the rundown carnival in the hinterland. He was angry. He felt defeated. Not only did those three blasted orphans escape his clutches AGAIN, now apparently someone had survived one of the fires...which one? He did not know. But that bastard, Jacques Snicket, seemed so sure of it when Olaf was watching that video. *stupid fucking VFD and their stupid fucking members escaping their well deserved deaths!* he thought as he growled as loud as he could. And to make matters worse while he was driving this way all he could think about was the woman who broke his heart so many years ago and so many times since then because he was driving just like her.

"YOU IDIOTS LET MY PRETTY LITTLE PET RUN AWAY!" He yelled hitting his fists as hard as he could on the steering wheel.

"Well technically boss..." the bald man spoke up. "She didn't *run away* the bookworm rolled her away on a gurney,"

Olaf growled again. "Oh. How I *cannot* wait to obliterate *that* brat! Oh, he thinks I've been brutal before, he hasnt the faintest fucking idea! And if you dont shut your mouth YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH AS WELL!" Olaf yelled.

Now everyone in the car shifted a little, even Esmé who was unamused at the whole situation but kind of fearing for her life as he drove like a unpredictable madman. But...when I say that everyone in the car shifted a little...I mean *everyone* and even the three secret passengers in the trunk shifted a little especially Klaus Baudelaire who started to shake.

"Klaus...Klaus...you're fine," Violet whispered desperately reaching around for his hand. Once she found it she squeezed his hand tightly trying to keep him in reality with her and Sunny.

"We shouldnt have gotten in this trunk," Klaus whispered back. "He is going to kill Sunny and I...and..." he stopped talking when he looked towards Violet, who frowned. Both older orphans knew what Olaf would do to Violet if given the chance. Hell, both older orphans knew what Esme wanted to do with Klaus if given the chance. They both feared that even Sunny, by now,  Had a faint idea of what Olaf was talking about. "Why did....you *make me*... get in his trunk," klaus cried as he began to sob. Sunny turned her head towards her brother.

"Shhhh," Sunny pleaded. "Quiet," she reminded Klaus.

"We're going to die..." he whispered fearfully.

Violet frowned as she held klaus' hand tighter and grabbed Sunnys hand with her free hand. "I got you guys," she whispered. "I'll always protect you,"

"We know," sunny whispered back.

"Can you believe there is a SURVIVOR!?" Olaf shouted and then he screamed in pure anger. "Just when Ithought I was winning! I framed them for my MURDER for fucks sake! I HAD that pretty little brat!" He screamed angrily.

Violet shuddered and Sunny put a comforting hand in hers.

Esme scoffed and rolled her eyes when he mentioned Violet being 'pretty' again. He turned to her. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"HOW THE FUCK IS THIS *MY* FAULT!?" She asked angrily. "It was YOUR idea to use the girl as bait!"

"But you let the Baudelaires take the Snicket bitch right out the operating theater!"

"YOU SET THE HOSPITAL ON FIRE! I GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!" she yelled. "He was standing right next to YOU. Why didnt ypu do anything!"

"HE WAS HOLDING THE LARGE KNIFE YOU GAVE TO HIM!" Olaf yelled back. "The plan was to use the girl as BAIT! NOT have him actually kill her! She is our key to BOTH fortunes!"

Esme gave a wicked smirk. "Oh...that was the plan? I must've forgot,"

"You pathetic jealous bitch!" He yelled.

"Oh *Im* pathetic? You've lost to these children for MONTHS now!"

"YOUVE LOST TO THEM TOO!"

"If I was in charge of this entire thing, those two girls would be dead and the boy would be our little prisoner," Esme replied wickedly smiling.

This made Klaus shiver and Sunny put her free hand in his the same way she had for Violet.

"You wouldnt have the SNICKET fortune if you killed the Snicket bitch you dumb bitch!"

Esme smiled wickedly at Olaf again. "I dont need Lemony's fortune...hell, unlike *you* I dont need Beatrice's fortune either," she laughed. "No what *I* want is to make *Beatrice's little mommy's boy suffer* " Esme tapped her long nails against her window. "Of course I also want back what's *mine*!"

Olaf rolled his eyes. "*So do I*!" He screamed. "But NOW one or two of them might not be inheritors of ANYTHING! SINCE THERES A FUCKING SURVIVOR!"

"Darling...youre honestly looking at *that* all wrong. I think this is good news," Esme replied

 Olaf responded by pushing his foot harder on the pedal.

"How is that a GOOD THING!?" hr asked.

"Well...think about it. Whoever it is. We will get to kill," esme pointed out. "I personally hope its Beatrice. I'd love to kill that sugar bowl snatching bitch...ooooh and we could make her children watch!"

"Or we can torture her children in front of her," Olaf pointed out smiling.

"Who do you think the survivor is boss?" The hook handed man asked.

"I dont know. If its Bertrand...well that's the least exciting option. But Esme's right...if its Beatrice, torturing her or her precious son and daughter would be fun."

"What about Snicket?" The henchperson of indeterminate gender asked.

Olaf pushed hard on the brakes causing everyone to ram forward a bit. His car came to a screeching halt. Violet, who had the misfortune of getting into the trunk first was squished harshly against the end of the trunk as Klaus tried to shift himself away from violet to give her room. Violet had let go of Klaus' hand in attempt to shield Sunny from hitting anything. Olaf turned around to face his henchperson. "I doubt that its Snicket...but...if it is...let's just say when I find his pretty pipsqueak daughter...I will make him watch as I *destroy* her entirely and then I will make her watch as I murder her father agonizingly slow and then I'll murder that stupid fucking bookworm and biting brat in front of her too," he hissed causing Violet to start shaking.

He took a deep breath and began driving again. Esme huffed in annoyance as the hook handed man did his best to hide a disgusted face.

Klaus looked to Vi. "Speaking of that...did he...?"

Violet wiped a few tears from her eyes. "I dont know...while I was conscious, no. Esme kept barging in before he could do more than touch my face or leg. But... when I was unconscious...I dont know. Wouldnt I know? Like...wouldnt I feel different?" She whispered as she began to sob quietly.

Klaus sighed. He didnt know the answer to that. He just gave Violet a small smile. "Yes, I think you would feel different. So if you feel the same then he didnt," he lied as he shifted his arm under her head to give her head some support. He had no way of knowing...and he feared that Violet would never get a true answer.

Violet nestled closer to Klaus and Sunny as she shivered form the cold mountain air that seeked in through the bullet holes of Olafs trunk. Klaus and Sunny could hear her whimpers and shivers. Klaus tried his best to take off his suit jacket from where he laid but he couldnt. Sunny shifted to lay more on Violet to act as a blanket for her. "Violet..." klaus whispered.

"Yeah," she replied back in a hushed tone as she wiped a few tears from her eyes.

"I just wanna say this... if I ever find out that he *did* hurt you or if he ever *does* hurt you like *that*...or if he continues to try to hurt you like *that* **I'll castrate him myself...**" klaus whispered. Violet looked towards her brother and even in the cold, dark trunk of their worst nightmare's car, she could see the dark look in his eyes.

"Klaus...you dont..."

"Oh you're right," he replied. "I'll hold him down and let you do it if youd rather.."

Violet gave a small chuckle to that.

"Darling! I've been thinking about what you said back in crow town,"

"What did I say back in crow town?" Olaf asked confused as he continued to drive like a psycho.

"Well... you said that the boy was much more fun to torture than either one of the girls...and *you're right!*" Esme recalled. "So why dont we just keep him,"

Olaf growled. "Wr are keeping the Snicket bitch! That little tease has another thing coming..."

"We are keeping the boy..." esme demanded in a tone that made Klaus shudder.

"Why dont we just keep who we catch first?" The hook handed man replied. "Besides when we left the hospital the brats were stuck in a utility closet...I doubt they all made it out,"

Olaf snickered at this. "It would be nice if one or two of them burned to a crisp...just like their parents," he began smiling and laughing.

"Well, except the survivor," the henchperson of indeterminate gender replied.

This sent Olaf into another screaming and raging fit.

Esme rubbed her temples. "I just want my sugar bowl...that's it...that's all. I'm down with murder, kidnapping, and making it to where little children cant have another peaceful night of sleep but I AM NOT DOWN WITH THE YELLING AND THE INSANE DRIVING!!!!"

"Fuck off...we are almost to Caligari Carnival. Then we can ask Madame Lulu where to find that little Snicket tease and the two other ugly brats," Olaf replied.

Esme rolled her eyes. *I will kill that fucking brat. Hes not touching any girl related to that bitch Katherine* she thought as she continued to rub her temples. 

Esme was not someone who was used to someone telling her that she cant have her way. She was too rich, beautiful, and powerful for *that* bullshit but as she sat in the passenger seat of Olaf's car she was beginning to think that shed have to take matters into her own hands if she was going to get what she wanted. Olaf seemed determined to have the Snicket brat as a captive...and Esme would rather have the infant than the Snicket girl.

"Do we have any wine? I'm parched and I heard wine is very in this time of year,"

"We have some in the trunk. I would be happy to get it if we stopped," the hook handed man replied.

The three children froze. Violet put her arm around Sunny tightly as Klaus put his arm around Violet to hold her and Sunny, who laid on top of Violet hoping to keep her warm, put a loving hand on Violet and her other on Klaus. Their hearts stopped as Olaf stopped the car.

#esme squalor #count olaf #carnivorous carnival #madame lulu #olivia caliban #violet snicket au #violet snicket #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #lemony snicket #misery loves company #asoue #asoue au #the snicket file #sugar bowl

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Life After Murder- JJK

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AN- Okay, so ive finally decided to post this. I know I know, i was suppose to post the Prince J, but guess what! idgaf lol, plus this is ready and that isnt because ive decided to changed a few things. I hope you love.

Warning: Some of the things they will be doing is highly illegal. SEx? 

Summary: You have entered a release program after complelting ten years of prison. Will you make it out into to the real world? Or will some officers put you back?

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One

Out of the window you were watching as trees go by. You sat on the boring tan bus with three other girls. You couldn't believe that you were actually out, finally.

Ten years ago, when you were 15 years old you found your best friend on her bed with a knife in her side. You freaked out because no one was home, you were meant to come over and hang out until your dad got home later that night, your mom never coming home. She had fell while trying to cut something. You remembered her words, ‘no, don't call my mother, she will never let me stay home by myself again.’ So you didn't. What you didn't know was that she was dying, the knife had punctured an important organ. You knew that the knife should come out and that you should call something. Her eyes were closed when you decided to reach for the knife and grab it, and in that moment her parents opened the door.

You didn't know she was already dead before you tried to reach it, you didn't know that the system would do you so wrong. They had no other evidence other than your finger prints on the knife.

They tried you as a adult, and you were sent away. You parents refused to visit you or talk to you. The only person that was there for you while you were locked up was your sister, she always sent you money, and made sure to visit you. But that stopped when she moved away with her boyfriend leaving you alone.

But now, you were out after ten years, you were ecstatic since you were suppose to serve fifteen. But since you accepted the offer to enter a three month program, you would be able to officially free.

You stood in front of the bus, in front of the building you will be in for the next three months. You stood in the middle of the two other girls. In front of you three were four officers.

“Good Morning. I am Officer Hyuna. I am the main officer here. You three have been chosen to be eligible for this program so don't abuse this chance. Including you three, there are four other groups of three from four other prisons making you one of fifteen.” She then pulls out some index cards from her pocket. “You will be assigned to your own officer, it's for your own protection and they will be a guide so you don't ruin your chance here. But they can only help you so much.” She passes them out to us, in no particular order. “Don't look yet. On the back of these cards you will see a name, which belongs to one of these officers.” She points to the cops next to her that barely moved the whole time. “Please introduce yourselves.”

In sync, they walk forward standing in front of you three. Then the first one goes.

“Hello,” He bows slightly. “I am Park Jimin, Officer Park to you, or just Park. I am 28 years old and Korean, and I'm here to make sure that you are ready to go out into the real world. I hope we don't have any problems. Good Luck.” He bows again. You had to admit, as you look at him, he was practically glowing, as his talked his blonde hair stayed perfectly styled and his teeth were blinding. You hoped his name was on the back of your card. You will admit, being in prison for ten years means no sex, or kissing, no touching. And so badly you wanted to be.

“Hi, I am Kim Taehyung. There are many Kims here. So you can call me anything, but I expect respect. I am 27 years old and Korean. Good luck in this program, I don't want to see you behind bars again.” He bows and nods his head. He was a different type of beautiful. Almost the opposite of Jimin, his hair was loose and ruffled. It was also a dark brown almost black. You couldn't understand how pretty he was. And when you looked down at the last officer, you knew that the next three months were going to be hard.

“I am Jeon Jeongguk, officer Jeon. I am the youngest officer here at the age of 26, and i’m also Korean. I am here to help and guide you through this program.” He nods a little and his eyes meet yours. You frowned a looked away. Just one glance and your heart was beating ten times faster. His hair was like Taehyung's but a little more put together, faded out all around leading up to the dark locks.

“Great, now Inmates. Introduce yourself, and don't forget to include your charges. Then flip your card over and say who you have” Officer Hyuna says.

You were interested in who the other girls where and what they were in for. The girl to your left, and in front of Park, begins.

        “My name is Zhang Pomo, but you can Po. I’m chinese and black since we are telling each other what our race is. I’m 24, and I robbed a grandmother's home, which caused her to have a heart attack, so I was charged with Robbery and Murder.” Then she flips her card over. You and the other girl looked over, you were thrown off when you seen some symbols that you didn’t recognize.

          “I might be asian, but I can't read Korean.” Pomo sasses.

          “When those cuffs are on, you are to talk when allowed.” Hyuna says sternly. You almost forgot about the cuffs holding your wrists together in front of yourself. You were so used to them. “Yes its Korean, it’s their names. They didn’t want you to know who you got until the very end. Next”

         When she was done explaining she looked at you.

          “Inmate 56190, or YN. I’m 25 years old, my mother is Hispanic and my father was Black, and I was charged with Murder.” You kept it simple and bland. Being in a prison for ten years has taught you not to trust anyone or let your guard down. You couldn’t afford to get more time. You’ve already missed so much, as a convicted Murder,you could only do so much in life now. You then held up your card for the Guards to see.You looked at each of them to see which one you got. But they all kept straight faces. When they nodded, you put it down. When you looked back up you seen Jeon looking at you, but quickly look away.

           “My name is Faye Winters, I am 29 years old and i’m cuban and white. I’m here for Kidnaping my daughter and for killing my ex husband.” She then hold up her card and pulls it back down.

            “Okay and close your eyes.” Hyuna demands and you do. “Hold your hands out.” She says. “Guards, go to your inmate and take her cuffs off. When you feel them, you may open your eyes and find out who you have. After that. you may enter the building, he will show you your room, give you clothes to change into since you were suppose to take a shower before you came. Then you will eat and we will move on from there.”

              You hear their footsteps move forward, you held your hands out and instantly a pair of hands grabs them and started to unhook your cuffs with a key. You slowly open your eyes and you had to use all of your willpower not to roll your eyes. Of course you got Jeon Jungkook.

               “Congratulations, You are no longer inmates.” Hyuna says and walks away. You looked over and seen that Faye got Jimin and Pomo got Taehyung. When you looked up at Jungkook he once again was looking at you.

             “What?” You ask irritated. He just laughs a little and shake his head a little.

              “Oh nothing, let’s get you out of these stripes, yea?” He then turns around and enters starts to walk towards the building, you follow leaving the others behind.

“YN?” He asks confused. He was wearing black sweats and a red pull over, and his hair was all wild and had that ‘just had sex’ effect. Which made your jealousy boil.

“So we are going to right to your room. In this program, we don’t want to treat you like a prisoner, because you are no longer one. So don’t act like one. We do have cells in the basement to hold you if you act out.” You two walked down a long hallway until you turned on corner which lead to a area that was shaped like a square with one door on each wall. And a desk in the middle.

“This is where I or another Guard on a different shift will be.” He then walks to the first door. “This is your room.” He opens the door and you were smiling like crazy. Not only was it almost three times bigger then the cells you were in. There was a actual fucking bed instead of a metal bed. There was also a closed in bathroom.

“Since you were 15 when you were arrested. We were put in this unit, because in the other two door is a kitchen and a washer and dryer so you will be in there a bit and the other room is like a rec room where you do your indoor activities.”

“And where will you be?” You ask as your face settles into a frown. You’ve been told you had one of the worst resting bitch faces they’ve seen in the last 10 years. Just your face alone has started fights and gotten you put in the hole.

“I’m going to be right there most of the time. And the rest right next to you.” He smirks pointing back at the desk in the middle. You wanted to roll your eyes at the thought of him being next to you most of the time. It's not that he smells or his annoying, in fact he smells fucking delicious. And that's the problem.

Since you were in prison at the age of 15, you were immediately thrown into the scary adult world, since you were trialed as a adult. You were in the juvenile section until you were 19, then they put you in the adult quarters. You had a rude awakening, especially when your bunk mates would touch you or try to seduce you at night. As time went on, sometimes you let them do stuff because you wanted it. But you knew that you liked guys as well. Your 8th year in, one of the guards gave you a special gift. You weren't sure if you wanted it or not, but the next time you did. You would play games with them throughout the day, it would take your mind off of it.

Your tenth year, they were caught and sentences to twenty years each, and you were put into this fucking program.

Now, Jeon Jungkook was dangerous. All three of the guards were only because they were attractive and much younger then the guards inside the walls. You couldn't help it, you could easily seduce someone, and you so desperately wanted to find out how Jungkook worked, so you could figure him out. But, then you knew that if you wanted to get out, you had to be good.

“So, clothes?” You ask.

“Right, if you look in the closet their should be some shirts hanging up and some khakis folded. I'm not sure what color shirts you wanted so I got black and white.” He points toward the standing closet in the corner of the room, across from the bed. You nod.

“Anything is better than these stripes.” You walk over to the closet, and find exactly what he said. You were excited to see some sweatpants as well, and some bigger black tees. “I can wear anything in here?” You ask looking over to him standing in the doorway.

“I mean the sweats are your pajamas, but there isn't a rule saying you can't.” He smiles softly and nods, giving you the go that you could wear anything. “I'm going to let you get dressed, let me know when you are done then we can go get some food.” He nods and he shuts the door. You quickly changed, and you through the suit in the trash.

There were some simple black off brand converses. You slip them on with the socks they gave you and fixed your hair a little in the mirror. You thanked the universe that you got the black thick straight hair from your mom. Some of the colored girls end up getting dreads or cutting it off because they can’t give it the proper care. And you wouldn’t want that. But you could use a hair cut and deep condition.

When you opened the door again you seen Jeon sitting at the desk on the phone. When he sees you walk out he hold up one finger, telling you to wait. You shut your door and stood in front of it, like you were used to. He was on the phone for another two minutes, then he hung up.

“Okay, so this program is to teach you how to live a normal everyday life. The Basics. Since you were locked up at a young age, you were taught most normal way of life, only a prisoners way. So I just got off of the phone with Officer Hyuna and in the mall cafeteria, they are serving rice and pork belly.

Your family had moved to Korea when you were five years old. Your father was placed there. He served in the army, and he was at a really high ranking in combat until he got injured. He’s home now because of it, and he loved the Korean culture so we didn’t move. They made you go to a Korean school so you could learn the language. It was a requirement, to even try to survive, and have a normal life.

You’ve learned that when some look at you, they instantly think you don’t know Korean. So you try to play with everyone as much as possible. That has also got you in a few fights behind the walls. You were surprised when the guards spoke english. Did Jeon know you knew Korean?

( when you see “( )” that is korean. There will be english words in it, but just like imagine that person speaking Korean. Okay? Okay. )

“Can we bring it back here?” You ask frowning slightly. You’ve loved the fact that you could eat by yourself in your cell. You hated being around people who actually killed someone, or robbed or kidnapped. It didn’t help your anger any.

“No. if you want to eat then you have to eat with everyone else. Make friends Yn.” He frowns, confused to why you want to bring it back.

“Fine, then I won’t eat.” You almost wanted to cry at your own words. You haven’t have Pork Belly in forever. And they most likely have Kimchi as well. But you didn’t mind really. Most of the days locked up, the meals were disgusting. They had you Fucked up if they thought you were going to eat it. You got by with the food you could buy from the little store they have and when your mother bought food during visits that were approved, you could have it in your cell.

“What? Why won’t you eat?”

“I won’t and I don’t like eating with others. I’m supposedly somewhat free, why can’t i eat here? There’s literally a kitchen behind that door.” You cross your arms. You weren’t whining or anything, you were dead serious.

But he had a smile on his face, and he shook his head

“They told me that you skipped meals. And they made it one of my jobs to make sure you get three meals a day, everyday. So, Let’s go.” he says the last part a little more sternly. But you just scoff. Did they really? But then a thought came to mind.

“Will Officer Park And Taehyung be there?” You ask walking towards him. That caused him to frown a little bit nod. “Oh, I want to talk to them first. Then fine.”

You both walked toward the middle of the whole building, and enter a cafeteria, it almost reminded you of middle school.  You see Park and Taehyung standing at the entrance welcoming people in. More like just guarding the door.

“Jeon, Yn.” Park says nodding.

“Hi Jimin.” You say stopping in front of him. “How is Faye? And How’s Pomo?” You ask looking over to Taehyung as well. “I really wish i got one of you, instead of him.” You pout a little. Of course half joking, but before they could say anything you walk in and going to the food line. You happily got a tray and got your food and utensils.  You quickly find a seat, away from everyone else. More like a seat on the floor near the back wall.

As you ate, you watched the three of them talk and Park was laughing hitting Jeon on the arm. You were too far away to see what they were saying, but you watched at Jeon walked in. He looked toward the food line, then were the drinks were. You could tell he was frowning from where you sat. He then scanned the whole room, you realized he was probably looking for you. You continued to eat and people watch, looking over at Jeon walking around the tables looking at everyone.

You seen Pomo walk up to you and squat down.

“Jeon is looking for you.” She says smiling. “Is he as dull as Taehyung is? His voice is so emotionless and annoying” She huffs. You just smile and shake your head.

“No, I’m most likely the annoying one.” She laughs at your words and looks up.

“Good luck Hun, he’s on his way over.” She gets up and walks away.  You quickly look up and see him walking up to your holding a cold water bottle.

“Stand up YN.” He sighs, you assumed it was of relief since he has been looking for you. You sighed yourself and stand up. You through your trash away in the nearest garbage and grab the water bottle he was holding out. “There are plenty of seats you know.”

“I'm not a friendly person Jeon, know that. If you ever see me smile at someone, it's because I'm getting something out of it. I might look nice and innocent, but I'm not. Now, can I take a nap?” You ask crossing your arms. He looks at you for a second, he had a slight frown in his brows, and you give him a second to understand and say something.

“We have to stock the kitchen and your bathroom before curfew, which is 8pm. So…” He looks down at his watch on his wrist. “It's 5, ill give you a hour.” He nods and you just walk past him towards your room, and he follows behind. You went into your room and shut your door, you take off your shoes and pants then climb into your new and much more comfortable bed.

Right outside of your room, Correction Officer Jeon Jungkook sat happily writing your grocery list. He wondered why your sassy attitude made him smile. He wondered why his heart jumped when Jimin said that he had a interesting three months ahead. He was also nervous, you were dangerous, and not criminally, but physically. He was definitely attracted to you, and that scared him.

Eventually you had to get up. Jeon sent you on the path the the neighboring grocery store. They had cameras in there that connected to the building, so he could watch you. He gave you the list and the money and sent you off. You quickly got everything you supposedly needed, from packaged Kimchi, to Ramen, to veggies and fruits. You of course got some things that weren’t on the list and Jeon laughed at that, only because the extra money you spend comes out of his paycheck.

Soon it was curfew and Jeon was getting ready to leave.

“I’ll be back around 6 am, wake up is 9. Officer Park will be doing a double shift, so he's taking over your unit until I come back. Behave please, I don't want to come back and see you in a cell.” He nods and walks off. He only says that because, it might be curfew, but you don't have a bedtime or ‘lights out’.

On the wall of your room, you seen a couple sheets of paper taped the wall. You looked at it, and noticed that it was a schedule. It was set up for a month, then towards the bottom of the last page, it says it repeats two more times. Tomorrow it says that you make breakfast, welcome meeting, and recreation.

It was suddenly like a weight was lifted off. You didn't have to stay in a cell for twenty three hours a day. You got to make your breakfast instead of eating cow shit. You got ready for bed and you climb in. You cried yourself to sleep, you were so happy, you felt like you could wake up at any moment and you would be back behind the bars.

The ringing of a phone pulled you out of your dreamless sleep. You were confused for a moment, wondering where the hell you were at. But once everything came to you, you sighed and sat up. You grabbed your sweats and slipped them back on and you made sure you didn't look crazy. You remembered that Park was working the desk, and when you looked at the clock you seen that it was only two a.m.

You went to the door and opened it slowly. You peaked out and you instantly thought this was a dream.

There sat Park at the desk. The desk went up so you could only see his shoulders and up, but with the one light that was on above just to light up the desk, it made his hair look golden and his face was shadowed, you were able to see his face clearly, but you didn't care, he looked beautiful. It made you mouth water.

“Mhmm, are you going to come out YN?” His voice threw you off a bit. It was different from Jeons. Much more softer, but still just as dangerous. You froze, of course he caught you. But did he know you were checking him out? His head turns toward you, looking up from whatever he was doing.

“Is everything okay?” He asks looking a little concerned. You were too stuck at looking at him to say anything, causing his frown to deepen.

He pushes himself away from the desk and he stands up. He moves away from the desk letting you get a full view of him. You throat went dry when you see a simple crew neck t-shirt version of his uniform tucked into his pants showing off his small waist. His arms were exposed more, letting you see the veins running up his arms.

“No. I’m not okay.” You pout a little.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks. You quickly nod and walk back into your room hopping on the bed and covering your legs up since you were only in a t-shirt and underwear. He comes in and shuts the door. You turn on the bedside lamp so he could see you a little better on your bed. He walks over to you. “What’s up?”

You pat the bed wanting him to sit down. His raises one of his eyebrows but instead of saying anything, he sits.

“Now, don't take anything I say the wrong way. But as you know, i’ve been locked up since i was 15. I had my first kiss at the age of 14. What i didn’t expect is to go into prison straight as a dry noodle, then come out as a wet one. I was forced at first. But then i just accepted it and learned to love women. But the thing is, i know I love men. But i’m deprived, i’ve never had the chance to be with a guy.” You couldn't keep eye contact with him the whole time. So toward the end when you looked back at him, he was looking down at his hands and he played with his fingers.

“You and I both know that nothing between us can happen.” He mumbles. He looks up at you, but he didn't look as bright eyes and cheery as before, instead, dark and concerned.

“Are there cameras in here?” You ask looking around. Maybe you shouldn’t walk around in your underwear.

“No, this whole area are your private quarter for the next three months. There are cameras, but only in the public areas.”

“Okay, so no one will know.” You push the covers back a little.

“Of course no one will, because nothing will happen.” He frowns and stands up. You follow easily and frown a little too.

“Please, just a little kiss.” You pout a little.

“YN, what? We can't…”

“Am I ugly or something?” You cut him off. You looked down and made your pout a little more dramatic. Jimin would be lying if he said his heart was beating like crazy.

“Of course not, you're actually-” He stopped unsure of what to say. “(you're dangerously beautiful.)”

What came out of his mouth really confused you at first, until your mind worked and you understood.

“(Then kiss me)” You say, a little butchered but it was still clear enough to make his head snap towards you. His face was hard and unsure still, he looked away towards the door, then back towards you. You could tell he was hesitant. You look down at his lips and you almost drooled at the thought of kiss his lips. You wanted to feel the softness and to feel his hands grab you.

You walk in front of him and grab his arms. You pulls them around your waist and you look up to him. “(Little one.)” You lean in towards his face. You knew you had him when he didn't move away, his chest was moving faster than usual. You reached your hand up and touched under his chin a little and that seemed to do the trick.

He jumped forward and smashed his lips into yours and he hands come up higher. He kissed you. It stunned you at first, at how quick he was to capture you, but once you start to kiss back he pulls you closer kissing you deeper. You opened your eyes slightly, watching his eyes as they were squeezed shut. Your eyes clamped shut when you heard a slight moan come from him as you raked your fingers in the back of his head. Your hands then trailed down and around his neck and down his chest. You grabbed onto his shirt, before pulling away.

He tries to chase you a little, and you look at his smirking lips. You looked further down at his wrinkled shirt, you smirked as well and you wiped away his wrinkles, straightening his shirt out.

Then a sudden sharp knock came behind you. It was like Jimin was set on fire, and he pushed you away, taking like three steps back. The door opens and Jimin looks at you worried.

“So, if you just put a hot towel on your forehead, it should get rid of your headache.” Jimin nods. He then looks over to who was at the door and then you finally looked. You were surprised to see Jeon standing there with a handful of blankets.

“Oh, what are you doing here?” Park says running his fingers through his hair.

“I forgot some paperwork and I thought of bringing some of my old blankets for Yn.” He looks down at the navy blue blanket. You walk over and grab at the blanket.

“Oh shit, this is so much better then the itchy ass ones you gave me.” You take it out of his hands and set it on your bed.

“Okay, well I have to piss.” He says walking out and leaving you and Jeon alone.

“You have a headache?” Jeon asks.

“Oh, Jimin and I were talking a bit, so it feels a lot better now.” You smile, then you remembered that you were only in a tshirt and underwear. Jeon walks over to you a little, you were confused to why he walked right up to you, you froze when his hand raised up and touched your lips.

“Yea, and whatcha talk about?” He mumbles frowning a little bit.

“Oh, just how annoying you are.” You swat his hand away. He scoffs and drops his hand.

“I have done nothing wrong, I even just gave you a blanket. You have no reason to think that.” He smiles and takes a half of a step back. You rolled yours eyes.

“Exactly that, you are too soft. You are a correctional officer. I don't understand why you are here at three in the morning giving me a blanket.” You jab at his chest with your fingers.

“You don't know me.” His voice suddenly a bit deeper and you felt the room tense up.

“No, but I do know that I have this sissy ass CO, while Pomo and Faye has some sexy ass-” He raised his arm up and he pushes you down by your shoulder. You were shocked at first at his sudden aggressiveness. You had to look up at him, as he stood in front of you looking down. You felt so little and you loved you. His facial expression was hard, and you could tell he was clenching his jaw. Your eyes trailed down, you see that he was wearing a big navy blue tshirt and some black sweats. You were lined up directly to his waist, and you couldn't help but to bit your bottom lip. You sneaked a look back up to him, and his eyes were lower, and darker, which made your body tingle.

Before you could do anything, he moves away from you and grabs your blanket, he starts to spread it out. You watch as his arms moves so easily as he lays the blanket on half of your bed like it was nothing. You look up at his face. His jawline catches your eyes first. You could tell he was still clenching his jaw, making it seem a bit sharper. His lips were just there, sitting on his face so pretty and pink. You became a little frustrated when you think about how much you wanted to touch him, you knew he wasn't going to be as easy at Park was. Or was he?

“Goodnight. Keep those lips to yourself.” He then turns around a leaves.

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Ok so what makes me sooo mad about abducted in plain sight is that the parents we oblivious to this guy getting to close to their children like that. He gained the trust of the parents to get to the kid and it’s wild I was shocked. Like where are the parents why aren’t they checking up on their daughter when this man goes into her room like omfg. I’m a mother hen type person and I constantly check up on everyone cause I’m very worried about everyone’s wellbeing. (1/?) rant

(2-?) and like the kids room was in the basement like I would be worried af with a man going to my child’s room and not being around to know what’s happening. Like why do you need to be there with my child without my supervision. And the scary thing is that this happened under their noses. Then like wtf the whole mission thing was fucking creepy and the way he lied to her and told her they needed to birth a child to save the fucking world like come on I wouldn’t believe that shit.

(3-?) what type of sociopath tells a child that they need to have a child to save the world. And if she couldn’t birth a child he’ll go and try with the sister like what the actual fuck. And that he made he lie to her own parents that she was ok and on vacation which him. And when she got back he brainwashed her so badly that she believed she was in love with him. That’s fucking crazy this man is a Fucking monster taking advantage of a child and the only way he’ll come back to the USA…

(4/?) was to have the parents lie to the police about giving consent to take her on vacation by herself. And when he came back to the parent let him back into the Fucking house so it can happen again under their noses. Like I wouldn’t trust this man again after taking my child “on vacation” for a whole fucking month. Like seriously the parents didn’t have a clue what was going on. Then she still wanted to follow through with this plan of his still that she “ran away”….

(5/?) then I got sooooo fucking mad that he was in prison for only A FUCKING MONTH. A MONTH he fucking basically brainwashed and kidnaped and r*ped this innocent child and he only served a MONTH in jail. I’m really surprised that she serviced this whole encounter I would have assumed that he would murder her. But she was saved before he got the idea too. I’m glad she’s speaking out about her story and how she IS a Survivor and using this as a way to educate people about sick assholes like him.

E X A C T L Y. i’ve seen some people blame jan, like “lol what kind of dumb ass would believe that at 12 years old??” but honestly i can see it. not only was she an extremely sheltered child, but she also was drugged and in and out of consciousness most of the time. and she was with b, a man she trusted. i’m so fucking glad she survived, especially because b showed that he would stop at no lengths to get to her. it was really quite disturbing. not to mention that she was just a child and he was an adult. 

what really gets me is the fact that the parents….fucked up. in a lot of areas. like who the hell waits FIVE DAYS before calling the police to report their child missing? and then the second time they waited TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS like SON the only kids in my family rn are some younger cousins and you bet that if any of them were missing i’d be on that phone within HOURS! but nah they didn’t want to upset his wife??? so they fucking waited???? THAT’S YOUR KID WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT THE WIFE. 

and the parents???? mom fucked up AFTER he kidnapped her daughter and dad gave him a handjob??? and they KNEW he was creeping after the daughter! they got Creep vibes from him and did nothing to protect her and let this grown ass 40 year old man sleep in THEIR TWELVE YEAR OLD CHILD’S bed. bc it was “therapy” lmao how fucking naive???? 

also b’s brother?? “they seemed happy, if he was happy with a little girl it was none of my business”. “my brother was a sexual pervert” THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT WHY ARE YOU SO NONCHALANT RIGHT NOW oh my god

you said everything i wanted to about b, too. seriously i was fucking floored by this whole thing,

#Anonymous #abducted in plain sight