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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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Thorn pt3

Summary: Three is a crowd, isn’t it?

a/n: I have no excuse for how horny this got aside from @littleredwing89 gave me way too many ideas. Thanks to my wifey, @catxsnow, and @lucy-roo for proof reading to see if it was horny enough.

warnings: The kinks I recall putting: degredation, praise kink, threesome, gloves, gun kink, face fucking, double penetration, spanking, sex pollen (dub con on that), brief thigh riding, bondage, anal, fingering, voyeurism, still semi public sex, overstimulation, and probably something I forgot

“March, you’ve been requested,” Anthony says, giving you a strange weary look. The faint cocktail of pity and worry edging into his amicable features makes your stomach do somersaults. Your insides curl into an ugly shape as you fall into step with him. Anthony holds his arm out to you as he always does when he escorts you. You take it. You cling to him cautiously. You catalog Anthony’s vitals and gestures. There’s a tightness in his jaw that unsettles you. Anthony puts a comforting hand on your arm and you can feel the thin film of sweat layering it. In all your months of working here at the Thorn, this was the tensest Anthony had been.

You roll your shoulders. You shake your head and chide yourself for over-analyzing the situation. “Tony, you’re acting like you’re handing me off to the mafia,” you laugh lightly into his side. You feel Anthony’s whole body stiffen and you feel apprehension cascade over you. He breathes for a second but doesn’t stop walking.

“No, it’s the client that worries me.”

You snort. It was an ugly sound but it made a smile twitch onto Anthony’s lips. The lines of his eyes soften when he looks at you and you feel your smile broaden. “Is Mr.Wilson in a bad mood?” you joke, settling your head against his shoulder in casual affection. That asshole always seems to be in a good mood when he’s teasing you. He did get rough with you when he was in a bad mood but it was nothing you couldn’t handle or enjoy. You trail your hands over your jaw and your pulse where he likes to leave marks

“About that… you have a different client today.”

This makes you pause. Your mind stalls.

A different client?

You repeat the words til they sink in. The thing about your weeks working in the Thorn was that you’ve never been requested by anyone but your favorite pirate. You’re not sure whether it’s due to the lack of demand or through Slade’s machinations. It was likely the latter. The man was possessive. The man would use hickeys to spell out his name on your skin if he wasn’t too busy making you scream it over and over.

“A new client?” you stammer out unable to hide your surprise. You walk beside his falling a little behind as your step falters. You shrink into yourself, smoothing over your panic.

“March, you’ll need to behave yourself,” Anthony scolds halfheartedly.

You pout at him. “I always do.”

Anthony laughs, an easy sound that makes your stomach twist into the correct shape.

“But seriously, this client is a wealthy businessman who doesn’t like to hear no. Please don’t test his patience.’”

“You’ve just described most of our clients. Tony babe, please be more specific,” you say sharply leaning against his shoulder. He gives you a secret smile.

“Fair point,” he laughs into his gloved hand. His posture shifts, relaxing ever so slightly, “Unfortunately for you, this is one of the wealthier ones that the bossman would like to keep.”

“That so?”

“The thing is he’s actually been requesting you for weeks now.”

For the second time that day, your heart stalls. Your mind reels, scraping over the information. “He’s been requesting me?” And somehow, you’re only hearing about this now? You decide to leave that part out knowing you wouldn’t like the answer. You’re not even sure if you’d like the answer to the former either.

“This gentleman has been requesting you for weeks,” he repeats slowly as if the problem with his statement had been its pace. He clearly meant for it to clarify things but … it didn’t. You tell him as much with a raise of your manicured brow. You blink dumbly at him for emphasis. Anthony volleys it with his own confused look before explaining further.

"Approval just came in last minute from Mr. Wilson."

Ah. Of course, that slugfucker had something to do with this. You should have known something was up when he'd given a call this morning.

"I have something for you, kitten."

Your skin heats up, you're suddenly all too aware of what you're wearing. Slade had been generous enough to send you a special lingerie set as a gift with instructions for you to wear it that night. Wrapped in delicate chiffon was a set of black lacy lingerie with black crotchless panties attached to black stockings. You wanted to scream. Your skin flushes.

"All the requests for you have to be approved by Mr. Wilson," Anthony says like it was obvious.

Oh, because, of course, he can. You feel your irritation overtake your shyness.

"Can I please get a name for my mystery gentleman?"

Anthony shakes his head at your poor attempt at puppy dog eyes. "Sorry, darling, he'd said a regular detective like you would like the mystery." You try your best to keep the fear and surprise off of your face. That meant whoever this was knew you outside the club.

This was not good.

You bite your cheek, trying to dampen your panic. You close your eyes trying to remember the client list you'd read all those weeks ago but you can't seem to recall anyone who would know your civilian identity.

“Ladies first,” Anthony says, waving you in. You snort quietly, stepping in and folding your body into something remotely seductive. You would think you’d learned to be seductive by now but apparently, the fidgety type is more their taste. Luckily for you, you are naturally fidgety.

On the plush couch is Roman Sionis.

Whatever oxygen is left in your lungs is knocked out of you.

The feeling occupying your stomach at that moment was the same feeling you get when your car careens into the wrong part of the road because of some idiot on the road. The most obvious emotion at the moment was a mix of fear and shock but if you have time to dissect the feeling, you will find a well of anger. You manifest this anger through a confused look you give both Anthony and Slade.

“Kitten,” Slade greets smoothly, tipping his glass towards you.

You fix Slade with a caustic look, your mouth gaping like a fish. He shrugs at you. He takes another sip of his scotch and winks at you. Your mouth wires shut into a frown.

“Now look, kitten, my associate here wants to play with you,” Slade says tipping his glass to Roman who looked smug enough to make you contemplate punching him. “I’ve allowed it on one condition,” your breath hitches, “I watch.”

You open your mouth to protest. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, kitten,” Slade purrs. You bristle or maybe shiver. You can’t tell but you’re pretty sure you’re pissed.

"You're a little tense, Sweetheart," Roman drawls, raising a flute of champagne. You scowl at him with the same venomous intensity as you directed at Slade. Your eyes flick between him and the glass. You sigh. You can't be sober for this. You just can't. You grab the flute from his hand and quietly note the smug satisfaction on his face. You shake your head and down the bottle.

Blearily, you hear Slade dismiss Anthony. Why was your head suddenly swimming? Your ears are ringing. Your skin's too hot. Your breathing's fast. Your skin prickles. You need to be touched. You want someone to touch you.

"What did you give me?" you ask, legs wobbling.

Roman shifts in his seat, leaning forward. His hands wave in a wish-washy kind of motion that normally would irritate you but your mind is occupied with his fingers and how well they could fill you up-

"What did you give me?" you pant out rather than bark. Your voice is so breathy and desperate.

"Just something to help you loosen up, Doll." This causes you to take stock of your body. You're hot. Unbearably so. You're sensitive. Your core is aching. You're so horny.

You force in a deep breath before speaking. "Sex pollen?"

"Bingo!" Roman claps. "You really are a regular sherlock aren't you, sweetheart?" You snarl but the bite is taken out of it by the shiver induced by the pet name. You flick your eyes to Slade who seems mildly surprised but unopposed to the turn of events.

"Do you like Isleys' newest formula? She said it was one of her most potent batches and I knew I just had to test it out."

"You could have just tested it on yourself, asshat."

"Now, what would be the fun in that?" You shudder at the low playful tone of his voice. He sneers, leaning back. His posture is open as if to say you were no threat to him. With the wobbling of your limbs, you doubt you could be even if you wanted to. As he leans back, he pats his knee. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You clench and unclench your fist and wire your jaw shut. Your mouth is watering at the thought of how he would use you but the modicum of pride you had left insisted that you don’t scramble towards him on your hands and knees. You place a hand on your hip cocking your head to the side as you slowly walk towards him. You feel Slade’s intense gaze following the sway of your hips. You can feel the coil in your stomach grow tighter. Your walls clench on nothing. The clicking of your heels is loud enough to make your heart stutter every other beat. You see Roman’s brow tick with every click. He likely was not expecting this much control from you. You allow yourself a smirk before dropping to your knees.

Slade’s eye follows you as you sink down to the floor. You knead Roman’s thighs the way Slade usually liked it, your skilled hands massaging and loosening the muscles. Your effort earns you a pleased rumble from Roman and a severe look from Slade. If he’s planning to be a voyeur, you’re planning to give him a show.

Roman leans forward, running a gloved thumb over your lips, smearing your lip gloss. “Wilson here says you’re a good girl, Sweetheart.” The hungry look in his eyes causes a shiver to run down your spine, ravaging your body. “Let’s see if he’s right.”

Roman pulls back and you push forward, sliding hands over his dress pants. Your nimble fingers make quick work of Roman’s belt and zipper when something cold presses against your forehead. Your heart races at the telltale click of the safety being released and you freeze. The cold muzzle of the gun slides down your forehead to your nose before settling against your glossy lips. Self-preservation coils around your spine telling you to pull back and kick the gun away. You take a deep breath dampening the urge which isn’t too difficult considering the unbearable heat shooting through your core.

“You know what to do, baby.”

Tentatively, you open your lips letting Roman slide the barrel of the gun into your mouth. It’s the contrast in temperature that hits you first. Cold metal presses against your hot tongue. Then it’s the odd, hard angles that has your tongue fluttering uselessly against the strange object. The scent of metal overwhelms you when you open your mouth wide enough to let the gun press against the back of your throat. The combination of sensations have your eyes stinging with tears. This isn’t the biggest you’ve had to take in your mouth- your eyes flick briefly to Slade- but it’s an entirely different kind of experience and you're not entirely sure you would call it unpleasant. You pant around the metal, saliva dribbling down your chin. You close your lips around the gun sucking on it and making an odd slurping sound around it as your lips work to massage the gun. Roman smiles down at you and begins fucking the gun in and out of your mouth like he would using his cock.

The thought of his cock makes your eyes flutter and your walls tighten. You suck at it and rock your hips in rhythm with the gun. Your cheeks are hot whether from the embarrassment, the pollen, or your own arousal. There’s a pressure against your bare pussy that has you shaking. It’s leathery and it takes your mind all but two seconds to realize it’s Roman’s shoe pressing against your core. You moan around the gun as you grind down on his shoe chasing your own high.

“What a good little slut,” he sneers, fucking your mouth roughly, “Wilson’s got you well trained.” The pressure against your crotch has you keening around the gun.

In your periphery, you hear a pleased hum from Slade. The single-minded focus both men have on you has you moaning and humping against Roman’s shoe. Drool streaks down your chin drawing attention to your already glistening chest. Roman fucks the gun roughly in and out of your mouth, the trigger clipping your bottom lip as he takes it out. There’s a damp spot on his crotch and you’re panting wanting to chase your own high but your hips slow their movement, patiently waiting for further instruction. Your mind is too hazy to deal with how out of character this was. A slow smile spreads across Roman’s features as he runs his hands through his hair. He presses his shoe against your sopping cunt. “Go on, sweetheart. Daddy wants to see you cum.” You rock your needy pussy against his shoe as you get lost in the pleasure. You cum, drenching his shoe with your desire.

The world falls into place again as you lean against Roman’s leg.

“I told you that mouth of hers was worth the price of admission,” Slade says smugly as he takes another sip of his whiskey.

“Hmmm, I’m not convinced,” Roman grunts, gripping your chin, roughly. “Get up, sweetheart.” You follow his instructions and slide yourself onto his lap. You settle yourself on one of his thighs, the thick muscle pressing against you. You bite your lip to hold back any obscene sounds. You begin to rock your hips-

“Your bra,” he says, loosening his tie. You unhook your bra, sliding it off and tossing it to the side all the while undulating your hips against him. Roman whistles appreciatively at your chest. “You are one fine piece of work.” You flush, fidgeting your hands at your sides. He eyes them, grabbing his belt. “Hands behind your back, baby.” He winds the belt tightly around your wrists and when he’s sure you can’t get out of your binds, he takes his tie and blindfolds you. Your skin prickles, the world growing dark. Your breath hitches, all your other sense sharpening. Roman kisses you roughly, biting your lip. You grind your body against his, his rough touches driving you insane.

The world goes sideways when he tosses you roughly onto the couch. You let out a small ‘oof’ which quickly reshapes itself into a groan when a gloved hand kneads your breast, pinching your nipple. “Let’s see how well that pretty mouth of yours can take a thick cock,” Roman says, voice thick with lust. Your breath picks up in anticipation. The cool head of a cock presses against your lips. He rumbles a ‘good girl’ as you open your mouth to accommodate him.

The couch dips as large hands caress your sides. You feel the bristle of Slade’s beard against your thigh as he kisses up and down your inner thigh. He hefts your legs over his shoulders, hooking his hands loosely under your thigh. Your sensitive skin prickles as you feel the pads of his fingers through your stockings. He grins against your pussy, blowing air gently over your clit, watching you buck wildly, desperate for friction. “You just can’t control yourself can you, kitten?” You answer by squeezing your thighs tightly around his neck, Roman’s cock deep in your throat stopping you from forming a snarky reply.

Slade eats you out like a man starved, eagerness obvious with every stroke of his tongue. He must have gotten impatient waiting to touch you. You scream around Roman’s cock. “That mouth of yours looks better being used up by my cock,” Roman rasps thrusting into your throat. Your breathing is heavy as he fucks your throat raw. Roman cums down your throat with a growl. You cum on Slade’s mouth, whimpering as Roman pulls out of your mouth. Slade greedily laps up your juices while humming against your shivering core.

Slade climbs up to face you, his lips and beard wet from your juices. He dips his head against yours kissing you deeply. Pulling back, he kisses along your neck. “Can you taste how much of a slut you’ve been?”Slade asks, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one is long and languid, giving you a good taste of yourself.

“Now, Kitten, remember your manners,” Slade says, nipping at your jaw. You swallow and in a breathy whisper you say “Thank you, sir.”

“Good,” Slade murmurs against your throat, kissing at the warm pulse there. Roman laughs, sharp and derisive. You breathe deep. Your throat feels so raw. You relax against Slade. You close your eyes uselessly as you soak up the comfort. You move to wrap your arms around his as you arch your back against his body. You curse lowly remembering the restraints.

Your body suddenly feels cold, not feeling Slade against you. Roman flips you over on to your stomach.

"Ass up, Sweetheart."

You obey, raising your ass up, eager for his attention. His fingers dip into your folds, curling. You cry out with a loud high pitched keen. "Tch, I'm not even inside you yet."

You shift your hips trying your best to press against Roman’s fingers. Your aching pussy was begging for him to stretch it. Roman tuts, taking his fingers out and stilling your hips with the same hand painting your hip with your own wetness. You feel cold metal scraping against the divet of your spine. Your wet saliva dripping from the cold metal of the gun onto your hot back.

"Are you that desperate for my cock, sweetheart?" Roman whispers against the shell of your ear, his thick cock sliding torturously against your folds. The sensation makes you sob into the plush cushions. You pant and roll your hips against his hold. "Mr. Sionis, please. Please. God, please," you sob, rutting your hips against Roman’s cock. You wanted anything. Anything to relieve the aching in your core. You were desperate. You made no effort to hide this.

"Sweetheart, you look so much better like this, sobbing and panting for my cock," Roman rasps, cock twitching against your folds, hand rubbing light circles against your clit which was raw from Slade’s tongue. "If I'd known you were such a cockslut, I would have given that slutty little ass of yours the thrashing it deserves a long time ago." Roman’s hand lands an impressive blow on your ass. You yelp. Another slap lands on your ass. The sound of skin against skin mixes with the depraved moans falling from your lips.

Slap after slap lands on your ass until it was red and raw. You can feel the flesh of your ass stinging and your juices flow down your legs.

"Please, Mr. Sionis. Please, sir. Please, make me cum on your thick cock."

You can feel Roman smirking against the small of your back. "Wilson, I don't know how you could ever refuse such a polite request." The grip on your hips tightens as Roman rolls his hips against yours.

"I try my best," Slade says nonchalantly. His voice sounds strained from breathing. He's panting you realize.

You squirm trying to get his blindfold off. You want to see him. You want to watch his face twist in pleasure.

Your efforts are halted when the head of Roman’s cock rubs against your folds. The heat pooling in your stomach reignites. "Pay attention, sweetheart."

You cry from relief when his girth stretches your velvety walls. He bottoms out with a soft grunt. You feel your walls wrapping around him. You buck your hips slightly begging him to move. Thankfully, he does. He pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is rubbing against your entrance. He slams himself back in earning him a sharp cry. He gives you a contented grunt as he begins to slam his cock violently into you, using your bound hands as leverage. Over and over again.

You're getting lost in the pleasure when Roman’s voice cuts through the haze. "Can you hear him, sweetheart? Can you feel him watching as I fuck you stupid?" Roman says, heavy breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.

Your ears strain.

Pap pap pap

You can hear Slade's strained breath. You can hear soft grunts against a closed fist. There's the wet sound of him fisting his cock. From the sound of it, he's practically strangling it. You want to watch him pleasure himself as he watches Roman use you to cum.

Roman continues to rut against you. He watches as your ass jiggles as he fucks into you. Roman puts a hand on one of your ass cheeks to watch his cock get swallowed by your sopping cunt. Grunting and groaning, Roman rocking his hips against you breeding you like a bitch.

You cum, going limp against the cushions. You breathe heavy against the couch and press your face against the cushions. You came but it wasn't enough. The coil in your stomach curls in you. Your skin prickles and you're hot all over again. You shift your hips, moving to fuck yourself on his cock. Roman chuckles looking down at you as he stills your hips. You whine when he pulls out. He grips your ass cheeks roughly when you try to move again.

Roman rubs his wet cock against your ass, pressing lightly, teasing. He hums contemplatively as he smiles down at your whimpering form. "Hey Wilson, how well do you think your little slut can take two cocks?" You go completely still at that. Your heart is racing. Your blood is pounding in your ears. Your mouth waters at the thought. God, you wanted this. You needed this.

A hand wraps tightly around your neck. He pulls you up against him. His hand shifts in front of you squeezing until you could feel the rings on his fingers bite into the flesh of your neck. You hear a body shift and the slight creak of the floor due to a weight pressing down. You swallow in anticipation as Slade sits in front of you, hands undoing the belt on your wrist with remarkable efficiency.

"Let's find out," Slade says as he pulls the blindfold off. You blink, eyes adjusting to the low light of the room. Slade takes the moment of confusion to grab your face roughly with his large hand. Slade presses his lips against yours, nipping and licking at your lips. You run your hands over his muscular chest. Teeth graze against your oversensitive skin.

You scream as Slade sinks his cock into your folds and Roman sinks his into your ass. Slade thrusts his tongue into your mouth. He tastes strongly of whiskey. Your tongues dance as they begin to rock their cocks into you, hitting all the right places.

You both pull up for air. You lean back against Roman’s and rest your head against his shoulder, panting softly against his neck. Roman grabs your wrist, kissing it before biting it leaving an angry red mark. Slade does the same with your other wrist albeit more gently.

Roman winds both your arms around him. He pulls you into a rough kiss while Slade kisses down your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You don't even have to look to know he's leaving marks. You can tell from the possessive way he's holding your hips. Roman's gloved hands knead your breast roughly making you whimper into the kiss.

They switch places. Roman's hands grip your hips with bruising intensity while one of Slade’s hands kneads at your breast and pinches your nipple. Slade's mouth latches on to your other nipple. The man knew how to use his mouth just as much as he knew how to use yours.

They hold your hips still, putting you at the mercy of their animalistic pace. They jackhammer into you with wild abandon seemingly ignoring your cries. But you know they're drinking up every little noise you make.

"Your tight little holes are taking our cocks so well, Kitten," Slade whispers against your skin. “I think you deserve a bit of a reward, “ He says pressing his thumb against your clit. With a whimper, you come. Your walls tighten around them and they follow soon after. Roman fills your ass with his seed and Slade pulls out letting ropes of cum splash against your chest.

You let your eyes slide close as they pull out of you. Your breathing is heavy even as it steadies to a less erratic rhythm. Roman pulls away from you and your body rests against Slade.

For a moment, everything is quiet. You revel in the strange even rhythm of life thrumming through your veins. A hand forces you to lay down flat on your back. You open your eyes, watching Slade unbutton his shirt. You swallow, eyes tracing the movement.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Roman asks condescendingly as he sits back comfortably in a lounge chair with a glass of scotch in hand. “We’re only just getting started, Sweetheart.”

Slade sinks into you and you cry out.

You’re in a haze. The heat from the sex pollen waning giving way to exhaustion as Slades rips another orgasm from you. Slade pulls out, pumping his cock until thick ropes of cum cover your stomach and chest. Roman pulls his cock out of your throat before tucking himself back into his pants.

“If you want a better gig, sweetheart, I’ve got a place where your slutty little ass could make a killing,” he says, tossing you a business card as he walks away.

As soon as Roman is out of sight, Slade’s disposition shifts into something softer. He pulls you close, making you lay against his chest. He plants tender kisses all over your face before moving down towards your jaw then your chest. “You ok, Kitten?” You mumble your answer into his chest. A chuckle rumbles through his chest. You glare at him, pouting against his chest.

“You think that was enough time for your partner to get all the information he needed?”

“I hope so,” you say, shrugging. "Did this idea of yours have to involve me getting fucked?"

Slade gives you a shit-eating grin. You snarl and swat at his chest. "You shit bag."

"Dunno, kitten, you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"It might have been the pollen," you snip, "what the hell, Wilson?"

"To be fair, I wasn't told. Although... I will have to ask him where he got those."

"What? You gonna use it on yourself?"

"Darling, we both know you wouldn't survive if I did."

"Watch me."

Slade takes out a bottle and shakes it. "Let's find out shall we." Your eyes widen as he pops one of the pills into his mouth. He tilts your chin, rubbing circles against it with his thumb.

“Open up, Kitten.”

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Thanks for reading! There will probably be a part 4 I just have to learn to write something.

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inactivefandomblog · 3 years

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Things I noticed when I re watched Birds of prey last night

Hi all, I watched BOP for the second time last night and I wanted to write down some of the things I noticed as I had seen @wordsoflittlewisdom , Idea credit goes to them on this one. I’m aware that some of these things are not exactly new discoveries and were blatantly obvious to others, but I have ADHD and a processing delay meaning that I don't always take in all the information the first time I watch a film. For example, I had no idea Renee was gay for ages, even though they tell us she had an ex girlfriend (I think I was too busy fan Girling that Ali Wong was in the film then though to hear that bit). I have to focus more on the overall plot when I watch things the first time, but the second time I was able to scan for little details and take in more things. Without further ado, here’s what I noticed.

“Do you know what a harlequin is? A harlequin's role is to serve. It's nothing without a master. No one gives two shits who we are, beyond that.”

-When Harley is talking about Harlequinns serving their master, she is not just talking about her relationship with the Joker, but about Canary letting Roman be her master. She is saying that she felt like she was nothing without the Joker. She is also implying that Dinah feels the same about Roman, and that she shouldn't because he doesn’t actually care about her like the Joker didn’t care about her.

-THATS WHY SHE ONLY HAS ONE SHOE IN THE CHASE SCENE!!!!! SHE USED IT TO PIN DOWN THE ACCELERATOR IN THE TRUCKKKKKK!!! MYSETERY SOLVED!! ... though.. she didn’t change her shoes to a full set between then and the police chase the next day/ later on the same day. Meaning she didn't go home after that...so did she just like wander around Gotham after committing a huge crime obviously tide to her XD of course she did, she’s Harley Fucking Quinn! Either that or she passed out somewhere from being very very drunk, hopefully her apartment and not just a street or something.

-BONUS: fanfic idea: DRUNK HARLEY HAS A FUNERAL FOR HER SHOE THAT GOT BLOWN UP IN THE ACE CHEMICALS EXPLSION, WITH BRUCE AND THE BEAVER. after she leaves the crime scene. That just seems like a thing drunk Harley would do, as I imagine she loved those shoes as they were awesome..so were her sequin socks.

-The first time I watched it I didn't realise that the fireworks weren’t actually there - because that was all in Harley's head and the film is from her pov - even though we are showed that when the police arrive there are none and it's just a regular explosion. Not until I was told this was the case and realised we were literally shown this later on.

-She goes from being a Harlequinn to Harley Quinn as she becomes emancipated.

-Roman just lets Zsas grab his arms and restrain him when he’s mad, switch energy much.....also they are defo gay for each other. Zsas was acting like a jealous boyfriend when he gave Dinah even an ounce of attention. He legit told her to come back later when he just started massaging Roman’s shoulders. Roman let's Zsas rub his shoulders and comfort him, Zsas wants to protect Roman...need I go on.

- Cass’ parents are yelling about how they don't want her if you listen to what they are saying, so they’re not just fighting, they’re fighting because they wish they never adopted her. She can hear them saying all this too. This made me feel even more sad for Cass than when I thought her parents were toxic to each other in my first watch through.

- (Trigger warning: mention of domestic abuse and child abuse)

Cass’ parents didn't want her and seemed to be very hostile, its not mentioned how Cass got her cast...but I realised that it could suggest that her parents broke her arm. Which would go on to suggest that they were abusing her physically as well as emotionally. Hence why she didn’t trust people, and was so hurt when Harley betrayed her. Because when she says that she though Harley was different, she meant that she thought she could trust Harley and that Harley wouldn’t hurt her.

-Margot’s real accent comes through when she tells Canary ‘I haven't told that to anyone’ when telling her she Broke up with Joker, as well as a few other times throughout the film.

-Cassandra is quiet and not talkative in her first scene because her throat was hurting because of the diamond. That's why she coughed to try and clear it . At that point in the film we hadn’t been shown that part but it was set after it happened so it makes sense when you re watch it.

-Cassandra’s jacket has a little middle finger logo on it, which I thought really suited her character.

- Cass has ‘asshole’ written on her cast, a drawing of a gun the word ‘fuck’, the word ‘magic’ - which is probably a reference at how she does some stuff that is similar to closeup magic and uses the same magicians technique of the art of misdirection - she also has what appears to be two playing cards, one with hearts and one with diamonds. Which is most probably a reference to Harley Quinn’s whole hearts and diamonds thing she has going. Didn’t comic book Harley also have a link to those specific playing cards too? or something like that?

EDIT: THEY ARE PLAYING CARDS!! I GOT A BETTER LOOK AT THE CAST IN THE COSTUMES VIDEO.

- TW: mentions of abuse and child abuse and trauma

The whole diamonds are a girls best friend is Harley going somewhere else mentally to cope with the trauma of being abused - we see her being spanked by a nun when was younger suggesting she was abused then too, and I think it is a part of her comic book story that she was but I don't know for sure - when it flashes and Guns appear that's reality trying to seep in. She's trying to focus on the diamond and block everything else out

-I spotted what looks like a mini mallet on the wall in her kitchen that could potentially be a meat tenderiser, and if that is the case then that is a fantabulous little Easter egg type thingy. The handle looks too long to be a pot, it has a diamond pattern on it and it is next to another tool for preparing meat...so now I'm just waiting on Margot Robbie,Cathy Yan or Ella Jay Basco to Reply to my tweet and confirm it.

-Helena speaking Chinese makes me laugh for some reason, I think its her facial expression.

- Kid Helena’s crayons when she's drawing the revenge pic are all perfectly spaced and placed like her stuff in her bathroom scene. Further evidence of her perfectionism/ her liking things a specific way.

- The towel in Helena’s hotel room on the bed (seen in mirror reflection) is in the shape of a little person.

- Canary sheds a tear when Roman harasses the lady on the table, I didn't notice that before because I looked away as the scene made me really uneasy.

- Harley screws the cap on the nail polish before putting it down even though there's someone at the door after them. This made me laugh because she thinks the police is after her but still takes time to do this, which is such a Harley thing. Like when she bent down to pick up the penny when that guy was gonna kill her.

- Roman has a shirt with his face printed on it.They did a good job of using the costumes and sets to show his egomaniacal trait.

- The look of acceptance of Harley's face when she realises that no one cares about, after the last person she thought cared about her (Doc) betrayed her, is heart-breaking.

-How was Renee not injured from getting launched out the window? Even if she didn't fall all the way to the ground and landed on the top of the entrance bit, she’d still be injured.

-WHERE DOES HUNTRESSS STORE ALLL THOSE ARROWWWSSSSS????? SHE FIRED SO MMAANNNNYYY! I DIDN’T SEE A QUIIIIVVVER OR ANYTHING. I guess she just stores them in sub space along with her hammer¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Also I think I figured out what the chain is for, at first I thought it was for the crossbow to attach to. Then I though not as she leaves the crossbow on the floor by itself in the funhouse fight scene, but then I think I saw it attached to it..so I think she can just disconnect it when need be. Plus it just looks cool.

-Alllssoo, she toooottallly checked out Dinah! HELENA IS DEFO GAYYYY! she has big useless lesbian vibes. They really knew who their target audience was when they made Helena look so stunning and badass. The producers really said ‘hello LGBTQ+ community’ (hopefully y’all know that tiktok audio or that wont make much sense) Also, if you don't believe me, I have a gif of her doing it on my blog. So there’s no denying it.

-Why were the lights on in the funhouse if it was abandoned?? Maybe its just more Harley vision? but the carousel was rotating too...

Anyway that's everything I noticed, thanks for reading if you made it this far, and even if you didn’t...you wont see this then but still. Thank y’all .

#harley quinn #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #birds of gay #birds of prey #dc #movie #dinah lance #huntress #black canary #renee montoya #dinah x helena #cassandra cain #victor zsaz #roman sionis

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skywalkerstyles · 3 years

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Skin (Bakugou x OC!Reader insert)

Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, quirkless AU, criminal Bakugou, robbery, hostage situation, anxiety, mysophobia

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou is a killer, hell bent on revenge. Hikaru Moshimoto is a college student with a dark and cloudy past. When Hikaru is taken hostage and forced to work with Bakugou in order to survive, will the be able to get passed their differences, and see the people behind the scars? A stalker seeks to finish something Hikaru started a long time ago. When they come head to head, will Bakugou protect her? Or will he add another victim to his list?

Hikaru Moshimato felt sick when she woke up that chilly september morning. Monday, September fifteenth to be exact. It was a day she would never forget or get over. It changed the course of her life forever.

It started out like any other morning, she got up, got dressed, had breakfast, fed her little cat Yoshi and headed out the door on her way to work. But there was a presence, it was dark and gloomy, and hung over her like a shadow. Something was coming, and she wasn't ready for it. At all.

She pulled up to the little gas station by her job, it had a little convenience store attached, a place she could grab snacks and drinks before work, the vending machines there were usually way overpriced, so it was easier to just bring food with her. She got out of her car, locking the doors as she held her wallet close to her chest, tucked her head down and walked inside.

She sighed, upon stepping into the cool air conditioned building, and instead of walking up to the counter and just paying for her gas she eyed the slushie station. She loved slushies, and she could never pass one up. She smiled to herself thinking, fuck it, and strolled over to the slushie machine. There was a man standing to the side of the machine, where the fridges held the drinks, he had a Redbull in one hand and a smartwater in the other. He wore an unbuttoned, navy blue flannel with a black t shirt and grease stained blue jeans. His eyes were covered by dark sunglasses and his hair was covered by a blue and white striped baseball cap. Hikaru was hyper aware of his presence, making sure to keep aware of her surroundings. She didn’t like the vibe she was getting from this guy. He scared her. Seemed like trouble.

But if he noticed her presence, he didn't show any signs of it.

So Hikaru relaxed her shoulders, shaking her head and began to ponder the flavor she’d get today. Hikaru had never been one for conversation anyway. She always kept to herself, due to some social anxieties and quirks she had, that made her ‘unapproachable’ as her mother had put it. But if you had a doctor mother who abused prescription medication and neglected you after your father’s death, you might have some fucked up issues too.

Which is why she found it strange when she felt the man’s presence shift, he’d come closer to her, and she could feel him staring. She kept her eyes down, feeling her cheeks heat up as she pulled a cup from the slot and got ready to pour her syrupy drink into it.

"What's your favorite flavour?" He asked suddenly, and the deep rough voice startled her. She twitched and peek at him curiously through her hair, that thankfully, covered most of her face.

"Coke." she answered meekly. The man cracked a smile, his teeth were perfect and bright. It was almost, alluring. Definitely charming.

“Really?” he asked, reaching out and taking the cup from her. She didn’t have time to react, before he plucked it from her hands and filled it with the drink of her choice. “I like blue raspberry best….sometimes cherry’s good too.” He handed her the drink and she took it hesitantly. He chuckled at her demeanor, cocking his head to the side, that ridiculously handsome smile still plastered to his face.

“Thank you.” she managed after a moment, she placed a lid on her drink and grabbed a straw.

“No problem,” he replied, following her as she turned towards the cashier. She can feel the panic and the nerves rising within her. Why was he following her? As they stood in line, waiting for the other customers to leave, she could feel the man change, his whole demeanor took on a darker, more serious tone. She curled in on herself, hoping he wouldn’t try and follow her to her car. Hikaru hadn’t always been this way. Afraid of germs, afraid of touch….Basic human contact. No. If you looked at her high school yearbook, you wouldn’t even think it was the same person. She used to be bright, and outgoing, willing to chat it up with just about anybody, a regular teenage girl. Until Amano. And...Hina... She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand, get the drink. Get the gas. Go to work. She took a deep breath, she would complete her goals today.

“Hi! How are you today?” a cheery red head smiled at Hikaru, she tried to smile back, and return the enthusiasm, but the feeling of dread was starting to creep back up on her and she couldn’t shake it off.

“I’m fine thank you. Ten dollars on pump-”

“Shut up.” Hikaru feels a strong hand wrap around her upper arm and tug her back, she looked up to see the man who had been by the slurpee machine, pulling her towards him, a pistol in his hand, pointed right at the cashier. Hikaru squeaked as the man pulls her into him, jabbing the gun into her side. “Give me all the money in the register, or you, and her die. Now!” Hikaru flinches at the last word, which he snarled at the cashier. She had her hands up, tears streaming down her face. “Move.” he ordered. The cashier slammed a metal grate down and an alarm began to sound. The man held onto Hikaru even harder, yanking her around as he turned to find an exit. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. Hikaru shifted, trying to wriggle free. He pulled her closer, he was big and intimidating. He reminded her of Amano. “You’re not going anywhere.” he said. “I need you. Come on.”

Panic began to rise within Hikaru, she could feel her breath growing more ragged by the minute, all the things she needed to get done shooting through her head. The man dragged her towards the back of the store and into the warehouse, once inside, he shut and locked the door, shoving her from him and holding the gun to her. Surprisingly, the slushie hasn’t spilled. “Don’t move.” he said coldly. A sob escaped her throat, the bubble was rising, she could feel the panic getting ready to burst.

“P-Please,” she rasped, her throat was closing, she couldn’t breathe.“I-I have money.”

“I don’t want your money. We need to get out of here.” Hikaru looked at him confused.

“W-we?” the man grabbed her again, yanking her towards the back of the warehouse.

“Yeah. We. You’re my hostage,” fear filled her as the man’s lips curled into a confident smirk. He pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket and yanked her forward, cuffing her. “Don’t struggle. And you live.” She was about to faint. The alarm was blaring, but through the sound Hikaru could hear the doors bursting open. The same doors she had walked into only minutes ago, it seemed like hours now. The man cursed again, kicking the back exit door open and shoving her through.

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They hid behind a dumpster, he peaked out, looking around to see cops, flooding into the gas station, Hikaru shifted uncomfortably, the cuffs were tight on her wrists, digging into her skin. He didn’t seem to notice. “A-are you a criminal?” she asked. He didn’t even turn to look at her, inching forward slowly, his hand still gripping her tightly.

"Yeah."that was it. No explanation. Just a straight no bull answer. As the cops go into the front of the store, the man gripped her tightly and yanked her towards an older Astro van. Hikaru pondered why no cops were looking over towards them, how no one could see he was taking her. But it would be just her luck. He threw the passenger door open, shoving her inside, before running around to the otherside and climbing in. The door shut with a slam and he pealed out and away, the cops just noticing as you leave the gas station. The sweet and tasty slushie, left on the floor of the warehouse.

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The van was loud. It sent deep rumbles of vibration all the way down to Hikaru’s bones. Like a massage after the chaos back at the gas station. Her hands are still bound but the man had finally stowed the gun. There was no handle on the inside of the passenger door. She was stuck and she stayed quiet. Out of fear. The man drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, listening to a song on the radio. The silence wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t comfortable either. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked softly, so low he might not even hear her. He stopped drumming and turned to look at her for the first time since he’d taken her.

"Wasn't planning on it." He replied. “I just needed some cash….but damn that cashier was quick on her feet. Taking you was the only way I would have gotten out of there alive.”

“W-why do you say that?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. He cocked his eyebrow, finally taking off his glasses, his eyes were a deep blood red.

“You...You don’t watch tv do you ?” she shook her head. The news gave her anxiety. The only time she left her dorm was for class or work. Necessities. She kept to herself. He chuckled and shook his head as he turned on his turn signal.

“Why do you ask?” she asked a bit louder. She watched his adam’s apple bob and his eyes scan the road, searching for the right answer.

“I uh, I’m in a business most don’t agree with.” he said.

She decided to push a little further, “what do you do?”

“I’m...I’ve killed people.” he said it solemnly. Like he wasn’t proud of it, but he had to do it. Hikaru feels the panic begin to rise again. He cleared his throat. “What’s your name?” he asked, changing the subject.

“M-my…..it’s Hikaru.” she said, wishing she sounded braver than she felt. “Hikaru Moshimoto.”

“I’m Bakugou, Bakugou Katsuki.” he responded, “You know, you’re the first person I’ve met in a long time who didn’t know who I am.” he sighed, clicking his tongue, “You’re a weird girl.”

“Says the man who just admitted to murder being his occupation.” he laughed, shaking his head. She didn’t want to admit it, but she liked his laugh.

“Yeah, maybe we’re both just weird.” He paused and then said carefully, "I won’t hurt you."the tone of his voice is softer, calmer, and surprisingly soothing "Unless you make me." He added with emphasize on ‘make’.

“H-How many…” Hikaru trailed off, unable to finish her question. It was strange, she could never talk and be this open with just anybody. She usually just kept quiet, and stayed in her lane. She wasn’t the type of person to make waves. Not since before…..

“How many people have I killed?” Bakugou finished for her. She nodded, glad to have been pulled back from the darkness of her thoughts. He can tell that she’s got something going on. She looked so small and fragile. Like the china plates his mom used to collect. He really didn’t want to hurt her, and silently prayed he’d never have to. He bit his lip, trying to think of the right answer, “If I had to count….possibly sixty.” Hikaru’s mouth fell open in shock.

“Oh my….” she instinctively moved further from him. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of rejection. She focused on her shoes, on the scuffs and the threads in the laces, anything to keep her from going crazy. They sat in silence for a long while. Bakugou began to twitch as it stretched, it was slight, barely noticeable. Except she saw it. "So where are you taking me?" Hikaru asked awkwardly, eyes darting to his before looking ahead again

“I’m taking you to my family. You’re my hostage for now, but they’ll decide if you know too much or have seen too much.” Hikaru swallowed hard, wondering what that could possibly mean. He must have sensed her worry, because he reached out, only to pull his hand back when she flinched, with a sigh. “Just don’t worry….You seem harmless enough.”

“Can you take the cuffs off? Please? They hurt.” Bakugou pulls off onto the side of the road.

"Don't try anything, okay? I have a gun." Bakugou met her eyes as he shut off the van and turned to her, he looked down to her hands. He quickly unlocked the cuffs and sat back. She rubbed her swollen wrists and he started the car back up.

“Are you scared?” he asked after a while. Hikaru looked up at him again. She noticed he had freckles, they were light and scattered across his cheeks...He’d be a good subject to draw.

“I….” she bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed, “I’m terrified…..I know that mentally….But I guess I’ve shut down. I don’t really feeling anything.”

“Why?” he asked, suddenly curious. Did he want her to be afraid.

“I’ve been in….I’ve been in a lot worse situations,” he scoffed at that, disbelievingly.

“You’re my hostage. I had you at gunpoint. I’m kidnapping you and you’ve been in worse situations?” she smiles at how ludicrous it sounds.

“It does sound crazy but….I don’t know. I have a lot of anxiety disorders and I’ve been struggling with depression so I….maybe this was too much and my body is protecting itself.” he pursed his lips together.

“How old are you?”

“22.”

Shit. He thought. She’s just a kid. “I’m sorry it had to be you.” she gave him a questioning look. “In the store. If you hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have taken you.” she nodded, not quite accepting his apology, but understanding, that he knew, she had been through some shit.

“I haven’t…..I haven’t left this town my entire life.” she said quietly, changing the subject. Bakugou picked up her switch in demeanor and followed it, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah?” she tried to smile, it was small and tight, but she could feel the uneasiness begin to grow again.

“Yeah….where is your family?”

“You’ll see,” he said, flashing her a grin. “You’ll like it better than this dump.” he snorted as they passed the ‘Leaving Town’ sign.

“Why did you come here?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” she nodded, sinking back into her seat. Bakugou cleared his throat and turned the radio back up. “Better settle in. We got a long drive…..what kind of music do you like?”

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He shut the door behind him. The dorm room was quiet and he couldn’t feel her presence as he looked around. Everything was in it’s rightful place, meticulous and germ freak as ever. He missed her so much. He walked over to Hikaru’s desk and lifted the sketchbook that sat open on it, he touched the lines of the person she drew, imagining the way she drew it, the way her hands moved. His heart was racing. It was 4pm and she should have been home now. She didn’t have any friends.

Where was she?

Where was the girl he’d been searching for for so long?

He was dying to see her again…….

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || You’re Hurt [MafiaAU]

A/N: I know the streams are on and I am streaming it! But I am also writing because I love our boys lmaooo!! I’m still working on requests and since I’m going to be up for the next two days at 4am I should get a few done...If I’m not too distracted by the stream

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, DEATH, AND MAFIA DEALINGS PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Seokjin:

As soon as Jin told you what when really did for a living it started a series of fights, none of them getting resolved just left off to start up again another day, you had no idea in the year you'd been dating that he wasn't really a hotel manager but working for Namjoon one of the biggest mafia leaders in Seoul, the hotel he ''managed'' was a front business for everything that went down, a way to get money into people's accounts without police asking too many questions, he told you because he was starting to worry that you were going to become a target and thought you should know that, guards would be taking you to and from work and wherever you were planning on going. Despite you telling him you weren't some child that needed to be watched he ignored your pleas to be left alone without guards and had you watched, which lead to the fight tonight. You'd been walking home from work in the rain when a co-worker offered you a ride home and they jumped the poor man thinking he was one of the rival gang members trying to take you.

"Leave me alone Kim Seokjin!" You screamed pushing him out of the door and into the streets of your apartment, it was raining harder than when you first got there but you didn't care, you just wanted to be alone for the night, no guards, no Jin around to boss you around. Just alone. Alone with your thoughts. The time he told you he was involved with the Mafia was the day your privacy was gone, everything you were doing was everyone's business, and you understood that Jin was protective but you couldn't take him constantly hovering over your shoulder, asking what you were doing, where you were going and who you were going with. It was like living back at home with your parents.

"Just go home Jin, I'm tired." You yelled slamming the door and locking the deadbolts so he couldn't use his spare key to get inside, he banged his fists loudly on the wooden door.

"Open up, I'm sorry." You stood your ground and walked further into your apartment going to run yourself a relaxing bath while you thought that Jin was going home but he made the guards pull his car around so he could park out front and make sure you were okay throughout the night, he didn't trust the guards not to fall asleep on the job.

(X)

"Jin, I told you to go home." You mumbled waking up to a crashing sound, you rubbed your eyes and expected to see Jin standing next to the bed, something you wouldn't have minded since you liked to be cuddled to sleep but instead you were greeted by a strange hooded figure.

"Jin?" You tried your best not to seem afraid but the dark figure slowly moved it's hand up to its mouth and told you to shush, you tried to slowly make your way off the bed, the balcony door was always unlocked so you could make a rush for it, but you wouldn't get far because the drop was too much and you'd likely break your leg on the fall and the bathroom door lock was broken,

"Just follow me and we won't have a problem." You nodded and got up from the bed, following the figure who kept glancing back at you, you took in his appearance, debating if it was worth trying to run but he had a gun attached to his belt and he had a knife tucked into the back of his pants, you could tell by the way the landing lights were hitting the metal as you walked.

"What do you want with me?" You questioned as you reached the bottom step, you glanced out of the small glass window that allowed you to see into the street and saw Jin's car, you thanked him mentally for staying out there all night and decided it was time to make a scene, you ''accidentally' crashed into the flower pot that was in the entrance to the living room and screamed loudly.

"Shut it!" The figure yelled grabbing onto your neck and shoving his hand over your mouth.

"Y/n?! Open the door!" Jin yelled from outside the door, he'd heard the crash and scream he was now banging loudly on the door.

"You said he was gone!" The figure yelled into the kitchen, your eyes glanced over and you saw three other guys standing there.

"There's four of us and two of them, we can take them." Another said from inside the kitchen, the hand slipped from around your mouth.

"JIN! THERE'S FOUR OF THEM! HELP!" You squealed as you felt the blade from his knife dig into your side as he made you walk with him,

"Another move like that and I'll kill you."

"Why don't you just kill her?!" The voice asked from the kitchen as you reached the area,

"She's more useful to us alive." He barked nodding to the back door, you stared at the front door the banging was still and you knew Jin was too busy trying to get into the front door than concentrating on the back.

"Let me go!" You yelled trying to wiggle free when the backdoor was kicked open, standing there was Namjoon and Yoongi, Namjoon's top assassin both of them staring at you and then to the four men in the house.

"Who's going to let go and drop their mask first?" Namjoon questioned referring to all of them holding onto their guns, the grip on you loosened but you were frozen in place, it felt as though you were stuck to the floor.

"Jin, she's okay." Jin walked through the kitchen and over to you, taking you in his arms and moving you through the house making sure you were facing him and not the kitchen.

"We should go to my place, we can stay there until I find you somewhere safe to live. Did they hurt you, did they touch you?" You shook your head and he searched over your body,

"You're bleeding." You looked down at your stomach where the blade had been pressing into your skin and you winced finally being able to feel the effects from the small cut, it was only small but it was stinging as though he'd cut deeper.

"We'll clean you up at mine, let's go." You unlocked the door and walked out of the apartment before hearing gunshots going off, Jin sat you down in the car, reaching across you and doing the seatbelt up as if you were a child who didn't know how it worked.

"Jin don't leave me here." You pleaded as he shut the door, he came to his side and got inside.

"I won't. I never will." He said as he started up the engine of the car and began driving to his place, you'd only been there a couple of times but you knew the place was like a fortress, guards everywhere and gates you needed a passkey for, you glanced from the road to Jin's face.

"I'll find you somewhere safe." You placed your hand over his hand that was on the gearstick and he glanced at you before he looked back at the roads.

"You're my safe place Jin." He nodded his head along with you and turned onto his street.

"Then you'll move in with me." You nodded in agreement, you knew it was going to be the safest place to be and if it meant never getting attacked again and living with Jin you were okay with that, living with the love of your life was something you'd always wanted even if he was working in the Mafia business, he was the one you loved and what he did for a living wasn't going to change who he was as a person and why you'd fallen in love with him in the first place. He was still the same Kim Seokjin who asked you out after you spilt coffee down his hotel uniform, and he was still the Kim Seokjin who insisted on you not paying for the coffee even though you told him it was your way of saying sorry to him for what you did. He'd liked you from the moment you ruined his uniform and you'd liked him since the moment he walked you home and kissed you goodnight. He was your Kim Seokjin and nothing was going to change that.

Yoongi:

You weren't an idiot you knew who your boyfriend was, you knew the moment you met him that he was Min Yoongi, one of the deadliest Assiassans in Seoul and you knew who he worked for but that didn't stop you having one of the biggest crushes on him of all time and it was a shock to you when he asked you out, you'd always heard that he was this cold and calculated killer but around you he was different, he was this goofball kid who loved to spend all his free time with you. Around you, he told you he could really be himself and let himself feel free without all the worries of work. It was only a few months into dating him that you moved in together, moving into your small apartment because you felt so strongly about one another, he loved coming home from a long day at work to you, you'd always have a bubble bath run for him or a home-cooked meal waiting for him to eat, he'd go to bed after a back massage almost every night, you treated him as if he was royalty and in return, he treated you like royalty buying you expensive gifts you told him you didn't need, spending money on you, giving you luscious and extravagant gifts which you insisted he take back but he never did, you were the love of his life and it was how he showed his love to you. You were his Queen and god forbid anyone disrespected you or hurt you in any way shape or form, no one dared to touch you, you were his and everyone knew that. Rival gang members stayed away too which at first shocked Yoongi but then he remembered who he was in that world, he was the cold and calculated killer everyone was terrified off and that's why he felt safe when he had to travel out of town, he left you in the hands of some of Namjoon's guards and told you he'd be back as soon as he could and left.

(X)

"Do you have any idea who I am?" You questioned as a bag was ripped from your head, bright lights blinded you for a moment you squinted to try and get used to them and when you finally adjusted to the new light you looked around the room.

"Of course we do, we also know that Yoongi isn't here." You shivered as you looked around, you were locked in some kind of giant walk-in freezer, which meant you were either in Kroyz's Hotel or in Sabini's restaurant freezer. Yoongi told you everything, he told you who were the main rivals that would attack Namjoon and he told you who and what they did which meant you were in trouble right now considering you were tied to a chair with what felt like cable ties and you were sitting in a freezer.

"What do you want?" You grumbled rubbing your hands together thinking you'd be able to create some kind of friction but whoever tied you up had tied them too tight for wiggle room.

"You're here because you're going to give us information on your boyfriend." You scoffed at the man, Yoongi told you not to show them fear no matter how scared you were.

"Do you not understand little girl?" Your shoulder was poked with a walking stick and you stared at the man in front of you, he was carrying a walking stick, dressed in a full suit and top hat, a moustache and had a scar over his left eye meaning it was Kroyz.

"I do Mr Kroyz but I'm not scared of you." You spat back at him but he could see right through you, he'd seen the act with a million people before you and he was sure he was going to see it with another million after you.

"Whatever, start with the burning I'm sure the little one won't mind being branded, will you doll face?" You ignored his comment and the freezer door opened, your heart lept thinking it was going to be Yoongi but it wasn't, it was a man carrying a steaming pipe.

"Last chance to talk," Kroyz said to you as he stepped closer to you, taking out a blade and holding it up to your face, you continued to stare into his eyes holding your ground like Yoongi told you to and the blade dug into your cheek, you felt the blood trickle down your cheek as soon as he was done and he hummed standing up straight and turning away from you.

"Leg." Kroyz barked at one of the guards standing beside you, your pyjama bottoms were ripped open and the man carrying the poker walked closer to you, Kroyz stared at you waiting for you to start running your mouth but you just shut your eyes waiting for the pain to hit you but it never came, you opened your eyes to see Kroyz on the floor blood around his body and the two guards next to you were on the floor as well,

"Y/n? You okay?" Yoongi asked from beside you, you nodded and he cut the ties from your legs and wrists, you lept from the chair and wrapped your arms around him dragging him close to your body as you tried to calm down your breathing and fast-beating heart, he wrapped his arms around you, holding the back of your head against his chest.

"Don't leave me Yoongi, please don't leave me again." He nodded and helped you out of the freezer, Jimin wrapped you both in blankets and walked into the freezer getting ready to clean it up.

"I'm not going anywhere," Yoongi promised, pulling you from his arms and securing you in the blanket you nodded and stared into his eyes.

"I'm proud of you...I don't know if I'm supposed to say that but I am...I'm proud." You smiled softly and walked with him out of the hotel to find his car,

"I had a good teacher." You teased poking his cheek and getting into the car, he watched as you did your seatbelt up and waited for him to get inside, he didn't know what he did to deserve you but he was never going to leave you alone ever again if he had to he would take you with him everywhere.

Hoseok:

Hoseok had told you multiple times over the week that you weren't allowed to go on the mission with him, was that going to stop you? Hell no. Ever since you and Hoseok started dating he'd stopped letting you go out on important missions, you'd both met one another because you worked for Namjoon one of Seoul's biggest Mafia leaders and you'd think Hoseok would be okay with you going on missions since that's what you did. You worked for Namjoon, he sent you out on jobs to do and you were good at your job but after you started to date Hoseok things got weird, Namjoon shortened you lead, it started with not allowing you to do out of t the country jobs, then it changed to no out of town jobs and now you were forced to work in the ''hotel'' which was the front for the business. You felt useless now that you were to sit in the hotel all day until Hoseok got back from his jobs, or you were to sit in the hotel and wait for a guard to take you home. It felt like you were being babysat even though you were a fully grown adult and that's why when you found out about a job going down you were going to go no matter what Namjoon or Hoseok said so you packed up all your gear and loaded it into the fully packed car and stored yourself away in the boot knowing Hoseok wouldn't check the boot for a second time since he was precise with what he packed.

(X)

"Y/n? I told you not to come." Hoseok said as he struggled against the chair he was tied to, you looked around the room and tried to think of a way to get to him without setting off the alarm, there were movement sensors on the floor which meant you were going to have to be extra careful getting to him and to the alarm off switch on the other side of the room.

"Oh please, if I hadn't come you'd be stuck here for good." You grumbled climbing up onto a bar and shimmering your way across towards the wall panel where the alarm was, you heard Hoseok grumble something but you ignored him as you reached the side of the room you needed, you lifted yourself up onto a container and unlocked the panel with a hairpin.

"You'll be thanking me when we're home." You whispered shutting off the systems and jumping down, you cut the ropes that were holding him and nodded up to the window you'd climbed through, it was the only way out without being spotted.

"Come on." You whispered to him climbing back up to the window and slipping out onto the roof with him close behind you.

"This is why you need me on missions." You whispered to him as you waited for a guard to move out of the way from below you, the car was just down the road which meant you would have to run most of the way but neither of you minded you were used to this kind of action.

"No, I needed you at home where you could stay safe." He whispered back in protest to you.

"Are we really going to do this now?" You questioned as you jumped down onto the ground waiting for him to join you before you sprinted down the road with Hoseok behind you.

"Stop them!" Someone screamed through a speaker, you grabbed Hoseok's wrist as you both began running faster than before and making it to the car, you threw him the keys to the car you'd rented and he got inside, he was the better driver out of the both of you...Actually, he was just the faster driver out of you both and faster is what you needed in this situation.

"Drive until we lose them and then head back to your hotel room." You mumbled as he started up the car, both of your speeding off and onto the highway, zooming in and out of cars as a black SUV followed you closely.

"Take the next exit." You said to him as he almost passed it, drifting around the corner and pulling out into a busy street road.

"Drive straight and then back on the high way at the second sign post." You said to him as you read from the map in your hand, he followed your orders and you looked behind you, the black SUV was gone and you were in the clear.

"Back to the hotel then." You giggled folding up the map and looking out of the window, Hoseok chuckled in your choice of car.

"Did you have to choose a sports car? You couldn't have gotten something a little less suspicious." You poked your tongue out at him and screamed.

"Hobi watch it!" You screamed moving the wheel a little moving out of the way of the oncoming black SUV, the car jerked out of control, banging into a wall and slipping off the small ramp and onto the road below it, luckily you landed on four wheels and you could still drive, unluckily your car door had jammed between your leg and the seat from the wall you bumped into.

"Drive." You grunted as you felt your leg cramping up, you knew you'd broken it from the bump but you weren't going to let that stop you and Hoseok from getting away.

"Follow signs for a hospital, they won't follow you there." You grumbled trying to ignore the pain surging throughout your body, Hoseok glanced over at you and put his foot down driving as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.

You were fine, just a small break and you'll be back to normal in no time but now it was going to take longer to convince Hoseok you were fine to go out on missions, and he was swearing he'd have blood from the people who hurt you.

Namjoon:

"This was your idea, don't get into a bad mood now." You said to Namjoon as he struggled to do up his bow tie, you were standing in your shared bedroom with Namjoon. You walked over to him and tied the bow tie for him, tapping his shoulders and rubbing the lapels of his blazer jacket.

"You look amazing." You said to him smiling as he straightened his tie turning to you and acting shocked as he noticed your dress as if he hadn't bought it for you.

"You look like a queen." You scoffed at his comment and turned to look in the mirror, you were throwing a charity ball together to raise money for a new charity he was funding, you knew who Namjoon was and you knew what he did for a living but you somehow made him a better person, instead of the money greedy man he was when you first met him he was a kind and giving man, giving money he made to charities as well as himself and the men that worked for him.

"I didn't think there would be a theme." He groaned to you, you smirked looking at you 1920s inspired ball gown, it was a white sequined dress, with a drop waist made from chiffon and silk fabric, the front of the dress creating flowers out of sequins and beads, you did feel like a princess and Namjoon looked like your prince in his 1920s suit. Your hair was pinned up and you turned to look at Namjoon smiling as you heard Hoseok pull up outside in the 1920s car that Namjoon had rented for you.

"We have guests, let's go."

(X)

You glared at Namjoon from across the hall, he'd promised you there would be no business tonight but he kept disappearing every ten minutes to talk to different people leaving you in the hands of his six men,

"Tae can you please get Namjoon over here. I have someone here who wants to talk to him about charity." Tae knew not to fight you on something and walked over to Namjoon, Joonie eyed you up from across the hall and you glared at him again to show you meant for him to come over to you.

"Mr Shelby I want you to meet Namjoon, my boyfriend and the founder of the charity." You said to the man in front of you, the elderly man smiled and shook Namjoon's hand but Namjoon's eyes glanced over to another corner of the room as he spotted someone, you glanced over.

"Who's that?" He questioned you,

"They were on the list of invited," Jimin told you both as he walked over to talk to you, you looked at Jimin and then at Jin, all eyes were trained on the men in the corner. Mr Shelby left you all alone and Namjoon took you into his arms, trying to get you to dance along with him to the music playing softly in the background.

"You promised no business tonight." You mumbled as he span you into his chest trying to make you forgive him but it wasn't going to work that easily.

"Namjoon, I'm serious." You grumbled as he pulled you back to him swaying softly side to side.

"I'll have them leave." He nodded at Jin and Jin walked over to the men, excusing them although you couldn't hear the conversation you knew it wasn't going down well because one of them slapped Jin's arm away.

Someone cleared their throat at the microphone and the music stopped and everyone's attention was back on the stage.

"We're here to give a speech to Mr Kim Namjoon, the founder of tonight and to thank him for what he is doing." Everyone cheered and raised their glasses, Namjoon, however, kept his arm locked onto you as he slowly tried to move you off the dance floor because you were supposed to be the first ones in the dining hall together.

"Move Y/n." You shook your head.

"I want to listen to the speech, Joonie." You giggled at him.

"Please follow us into the dining room for a meal." Everyone began clearing out of the hall and you and Namjoon stood there together,

"Joonie...I love you." You whispered to him as you turned around to face him, leaning up and kissing him he chuckled against your lips and wrapped his arms around your waist drawing you closer to him

"I love you too." You pulled away and giggled happily at him, getting ready to enter the dining hall when you heard someone yelling loudly and loud footsteps approaching you.

"For my father!" Someone screamed before you could register what was happening Namjoon stepped to your front pushing you to the side of him as he tried to move you out of the way, the noise was something you'd never heard before, it wasn't like in the movies where it happened in slow motion the sound went and you were hit, that was it, you fell slowly backwards into Namjoon's arms and he slid down onto the floor with you as you gripped onto his arms.

"Get an ambulance! Now!" He yelled at Jin as Jimin and Taehyung grabbed the man who'd taken the shot at you, Namjoon looked down at you, the wound was easy to see as it was on your exposed collar, it was oozing with dark blood and, the floor and Namjoon covered in the thick redness.

"Joonie." You panted as you felt the pain radiating throughout your body, you glanced over at Jimin as Yoongi walked over to the man pushing him onto the floor and punching him repeatedly, now everything was like the movies. Everything around you started to slow down, Jin who was running for a phone, people running away from the scene and Namjoon yelling for help. Namjoon cradled you in his arms as you bled out in his arms.

"You're going to be okay, you'll be fine." He said to you as he rocked you a little back and forth, you took his hand in yours and he cried out as the blood was everywhere.

"Joonie, make sure you take care of the guys." Jin was by your side, holding your wound as they tried to keep as much pressure as possible, you winced out.

"Jin, make sure you take care of him...He'll be a mess but he'll be okay." Namjoon was a mess now, never mind if he lost you he cried out as your body began to shake.

"The ambulance said they'd be ten minutes." The noise around you began to fade and you couldn't feel the pain in your shoulder anymore, all you could feel was how cold you were and how you just wanted to sleep,

"I'm so tired Namjoon." You whispered to him not knowing if he could hear you or if he wasn't even replying to you.

(X)

You hissed as you moved in the bed, opening your eyes slowly only to be blinded by a bright white light above you.

"Fuck, turn it off." You grumbled, the light dimmed and you opened your eyes looking around the room, Namjoon was standing beside the bed you were in and the rest of the boys were all dotted around the room, each of them covered in blood and you assumed it was yours.

"I'll get the nurse," Jungkook said slipping out of the door, you turned to Namjoon who looked as though he was about to burst into tears.

"What happened?" You questioned sitting up in the bed and leaning back against the pillows.

"After you passed out Namjoon insisted we carried you down the road to meet the ambulance halfway, we got you inside and we got you there just in time...If he hadn't ordered us to move you they don't think you would be-"

"Alive." Namjoon finished what Jin couldn't and you looked at Namjoon.

"I'm okay, see. Fit as a fiddle." You tried to joke but it wasn't working, Namjoon sent a look to Jin and they all left the room, Namjoon stared at you nervously before he dropped onto one knee.

"Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me Y/n...I never want to lose you again, marry me." You blinked at him and then over at the door as everyone was staring inside.

"Joonie...I want to but only if you're not just doing this because I was shot..."

"I'm doing this because I love you, I never want to lose you."

"Then I'll marry you."

Jimin:

You were partners with Jimin, not just during missions but you were together which you thought was going to be harder than it was. Jimin was more careful with what you both did on missions but he still allowed you to go out with him, after all, it's what made him fall in love with you seeing you in action was what made him fall, and fall hard he did. He was excited to go out on missions with you after he got over the fact that he wasn't partnered with one of his friends that is but once he was over that and you proved to him that you were partnered together for a reason he was over it. You, on the other hand, weren't taken from the moment you met him you first thought he was an arrogant child who only got the job because he was friends with Namjoon who thought he was better than you because he knew the boss so well, but once you got over the fact that you were stuck with him and stuck with his constant flirting you got over it fast. Occasionally flirting back with him to tease him a little before it developed into a crush...When he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out, despite him flirting all the time when it came down to asking you out he was shy about it, didn't know how to approach the subject without it sounding like some kind of joke to you but he managed in the end and you'd been together ever since. Partners in crime, side by side.

(X)

You were at a wedding, guarding someone who was under Bangtan Sonyeondan's protection which meant you had to blend in to look as though you were apart of the wedding party, you were dressed in a bridesmaid dress while Jimin took the place of a best man, even going as far to give a speech at the top table during the night, you didn't bother yourself with the details of why the man and his new wife needed protecting, if Namjoon said to guard them with your life then you were guarding them with your life end of the story, no discussions and no questions.

"Might I say you look charming this evening." Jimin teased as he walked up behind you, you held back the giggle and turned to look at him before looking back at the wife who was getting up from the top table.

"We're not supposed to know each other Jimin, go and do your job." You said watching as the bride continued to walk the room towards the bathrooms,

"It's customary that the best man and bridesmaid hook up at weddings." You scoffed pushing him away and rushing off to follow the bride stupid heels, you could run better in flats. You slid as you got into the bathroom and she jumped,

"Sorry, Ma'am." She shook her head at you and you stood by the door making sure that no one else could get into the room while she was in here.

"I'm just not feeling very well." You stared at her, she was starting to look really pasty and looked as though she was sweating,

"Have you tried throwing up? It usually helps me when I'm sick." You said to her, walking to her side and helping her down onto the floor in front of one of the toilets, holding back her hair as she leant over. As soon as she was sick you knew what was wrong, you'd seen it a million times, you took the phone from your bra and rang for Jimin.

"Make sure the husband hasn't touched his food or drinks, bring him to the toilets." Jimin hung up without a word meaning he knew what to do and was going to join you soon.

"We haven't started the meals yet, all I've had to drink is a bottle of water from a waitress." You nodded along with her and the door burst open, you looked over expecting to see Jimin but a waitress was standing there.

"I came to see if the bride was okay?" You glanced down at the tray and saw three bottles of water,

"Yeah she's okay just needs a drink, would you mind?" She handed you a bottle before leaving, you took the bottle over to the sink and took a drug test strip from your bra, why didn't dresses come with pockets, you poured the water out onto the paper and waited a couple of seconds before it told you it was poisoned.

"We need to get you to the hospital now." As you finished the sentence Jimin walked into the bathrooms holding the groom around the waist.

"I called an ambulance, it's outside." You nodded and told him you would clean up the bathrooms so there were no questions and set to work on cleaning up the blood from inside the toilets.

"What happened?" The same waitress asked coming into the room holding a clear tray, you turned on your heels to her and smiled.

"Nothing, she was just a little unwell but she'll make a full recovery." You said causing the waitresses smile to drop from her face,

"That's a shame...My boss really didn't want them to be alive." You groaned looking down at the lilac dress you were wearing.

"Are you going to make me get blood on my nice new dress?" The waitress dropped the tray to reveal a small blade in her hand,

"I guess you are." You mumbled getting ready to fight her, she lunged herself at you and you dodged out of the way, kicking her in the back of her knee, knocking her onto the floor, before you kicked her wrist knocking the blade out of her hand and under the toilet stall door.

"Are you done? Cause I would really like to go home with my boyfriend tonight." You said to her but she wasn't going to stay down, she grumbled something reaching into her sock and pulled out a switch blade.

"Really?!" You groaned looking at her and getting read, the door banged open and Jimin stood there,

"Watch it." Before you could question what he was talking about the blade was pushed into your bicep and pinned to the wall.

"Get her!" You screamed at him as she sprinted from the room, all you could hear were screams coming from outside of the bathroom as you tried to pull yourself free without hurting yourself. You ripped the blade from your arm and ripped the bottom of your dress, wrapping it tightly around the wound and going to find Jimin.

"You okay?" He questioned as you came over to him, he'd pinned the waitress down and cuffed her, you nodded looking at the makeshift bandage and then at the blood.

"I should go see Jin though to get patched up, looks pretty deep." You hissed as he lifted your arm into the air to stop the blood getting down you.

"I liked the dress on you." He grumbled as you walked out of the venue hall together, the police taking the waitress with them.

"Well, maybe when I'm stitched up you can rip it off me." You teased getting into the car and waiting for him.

Taehyung:

You'd been dating Taehyung for around four months and you were going out to dinner tonight together, he'd promised you a nice night of dining in your favourite restaurant before going back home to watch movies on your sofa. When you first met Tae you thought it was a dream come true, you'd finally met someone normal in a world full of criminals and people trying to kill each other, that was the one thing you didn't know about Taehyung, you didn't know that he was a hacker for one of the biggest Mafia families in Seoul, he kept it from you to keep you safe and because he knew about your past, your past relationships had all ended badly because of who they were, all bad people working for bad families but he'd convinced himself he was different and he was going to hide that side of his life until he knew you trusted him and knew it wouldn't bother you that he was also from that lifestyle but he wasn't totally involved with it. He was the hacker, no one knew who he was except for his boss and people he worked with, he was safe to be out in the streets with you and to be seen with you which is why he was looking forward to tonight, he was going to take you to your favourite restaurant which was normally fully booked but he had Namjoon, his boss, call ahead and book the table on the balcony for you both you enjoy the meal together under the stars. You were beyond nervous as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you were wearing black jeans and a white floral long-sleeved shirt since you were sitting outside for the night, you were ready for the perfect evening.

(X)

"More wine sir?" The waiter asked coming over to the table, Tae nodded and they topped up both of the glasses before Tae smiled at you and made a small toast.

"To our fourth month together,"

"And many more ahead." You said with a smile on your face, there was no denying the feelings you had for Taehyung. He was one of the sweetest people you'd met and you couldn't believe that you were the lucky one that got to call him yours.

"What are you thinking about?" He questioned putting down his glass, you smiled and looked at him.

"How much I love you..." The words flew from your mouth before you could stop them and you almost knocked over your glass of wine.

"You don't have to say anything back." You said quickly as you noticed the look on his face, he shook his head taking your hand in his from across the table.

"I love you too." He said before asking for the bill, you both smiled at each other and the waiter came over, leaving the bill on the table and leaving you both alone.

You were walking down the street to your apartment when you started pointing out some of the star constellations when you heard a car come speeding around the corner.

"Get down!" He yelled pulling you down behind some bins and shielding you with his arms, gunshots sounding in the air and you screamed trying to keep Taehyung down on the ground with you but he kept trying to get back up.

"Tae it isn't safe." You whispered but he wiggled from your grasp and called someone on his phone, picking a gun from his back and shooting it off after the car, you stared up at him as he finally turned to look at you, you backed away from him on the floor but stopped as you felt your ankle throbbing in pain.

"You're hurt, get inside before they come back." You accepted his help knowing you wouldn't make it up to your apartment without someone helping you.

"I think it's just a sprain, nothing serious." You nodded as he added an ice pack to your ankle and sat down next to you.

"Are we going to talk about it?" He questioned you, you turned to look at him.

"They were shooting at me...I have a bad history with the bad side town." You tried to explain it but Tae was shaking his head at you as you spoke,

"I think it was me they were after, something must have slipped up and my identity must have come out." You stared at him for a couple of seconds before there was a knock at the door, Tae got up and walked over to the door.

"Namjoon I told you I had it covered." A man you knew from the papers and you stared at him for a couple of seconds before looking at Taehyung.

"You work for him?" You questioned trying to stand up but failing because of your ankle, Namjoon eyed you up.

"Is she going to be a problem Tae? I asked you and you told me no." You stared at both of them as Namjoon ignored you as if you weren't in the room even though it was your apartment.

"They were after me." Tae tried to tell Namjoon but Namjoon knew better, Tae was hidden under many different faces, and different names. There was no way they knew it was him.

"Tae, it's me. I'm involved with bad things." You explained both of them turning to stare at you, Namjoon glanced around your apartment back to your ankle and then walked over to your window, staring out onto the street.

"She'll need relocating somewhere safer, I'll take care of it. You work for us now." Before you could even protest to what he was saying he walked out of the front door leaving you and Tae alone together.

"We have a lot of talking to do." He said to you, coming over to the sofa and sitting beside you again.

"If you still want me that is." You looked at him before nodding your head, you loved him. Knowing he was involved in something wasn't going to change that, especially now that you were apparently working for his boss now.

Jungkook:

You would be the biggest idiot if you didn't know who your boyfriend was and what he did for a living, he was always in the papers with his Boss. Jeon Jungkook was in one of the biggest Mafia families in Seoul, he was at all of the parties, all of the town's events and in all of the papers. He was everywhere you looked so when you bumped into him on the street you were quite shocked that he wasn't the guy that the papers and media lead him out to be, instead of being the cold sidekick he was this funny guy who loved to smile a lot. Cracking jokes with you as he walked you to your car, helping you load you shopping into the boot and wishing you a safe drive back home. You thought that was the end of that but you ended up bumping into each other again and again and you started to wonder if it was just an accident of if he was doing this on purpose so when you bumped into him for the seventh time in three days you decided to take charge and ask him out on a date, you gave him your number and told him to pick you up at 8, you were scared of yourself for doing it but you couldn't lie to yourself and say you weren't attracted to him.

(X)

That was four years ago and you were happily living together, engaged and getting ready for a wedding in four months, you were excited and scared. Being with him had its ups and downs, you were constantly on edge in case someone was coming after you but that was okay because you had around the clock guards making sure you were okay, Jungkook would never let anything happen to you if he could help it, you were his world and if anyone tried to cross you they'd soon regret it.

"I'm on my way home now Kookie, I saw a new book shop and I had to stop." You said into the speakerphone as you drove home, the guard following behind you must have called him when you were late coming out of the shop.

"You know I only do this because I care." You smiled to yourself as you caught a glimpse of your ring finger as you drove down the road.

"I know Kookie, I love you too." You said to him checking the rearview mirror and seeing the guard was gone.

"Weird." You mumbled turning your attention back to the front and continuing to drive, locking the car doors as you did so.

"What?" Jungkook asked his voice full of concern because he could sense something was wrong from the tone of your voice, you hummed checking the mirror again.

"The guard you sent is gone...He was just behind me." The call cut off and your phone shut down,

"Fuck! Stupid charger!" You screamed at the phone throwing it onto the floor of the car and looking behind you, you were starting to get worried as you saw four sets of headlights coming towards you, you knew it was going to be trouble and without the guard, you were fucked. You kept driving in case it was nothing and your mind was playing tricks on you but the headlights got closer and closer until they were practically in your boot and another car was beside you, pushing itself into you causing your car to swerve.

"Shit." You mumbled trying to keep both of your hands on the wheel but the car beside you swung outwards and back into your front tire popping it and sending you spinning into the ditch beside the road. You groaned as you hit the grass, your windscreen smashed in, the car door was jammed and you knew they would be coming any minute to see if you were dead. You reached for the glove compartment taking out the gun from there before crawling through the glass and out of the car.

"Okay so who wants to start shit?!" You screamed taking the safety off the gun and cocking it back waiting for whoever it was after you, you were going to take them down or die trying.

(X)

"Y/n!?" Jungkook yelled coming down the road, you heard a car engine and then saw lights.

"Kook?!" You yelled back trying to get his attention, he rushed down to your side and helped you out from the ditch.

"Where are they? Did they leave?" You pointed over to the car and pointed out where the bodies were laying. Jungkook stared at them and then to you, noticing in your hand was a gun.

"You just killed five men, what do you have to say for yourself?" You handed him the gun and coughed up some blood.

"Oops?" He chuckled shaking his head at you and emptying the cartridge.

"Who taught you to shot?" You glanced over at the car to see Yoongi sitting in the drivers seat smirking at you,

"I have a teacher who likes to remain a secret." He nodded and Yoongi smirked turning on the engine and waiting for you both.

"I'll call clean up out here and they'll fix our problem...Nice to know I can leave you without a guard though." He chuckled walking you over to the car and sitting in the back seat with you, Yoongi looked back at you and then at your leg.

"Jin will fix your leg, looks like a graze compared to what you did to them though." You smirked and high fived him, Jungkook sighing as he noticed the graze on your leg.

"You could have been seriously hurt..."

"Kookie, I'm fine." You promised him leaning across the seat to give him a kiss

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LUNA IV Chapter 5: Roles (Henry Cavill Syverson Fan Fic)

Chapter 5

“We need to talk.”

You shake your head as you work on the garden. He gave it to you as a project to do. You liked it instantly because it was something you did for fun before your life changed. There were certain things your father liked to do with you at home when he wasn’t on a mission, and this was one of them. You like the feel of earth in your hands, and how you could pound it and shift it, and make something grow from it. You had great talks in the garden while planting it, watering it, and finally walking it or harvesting it. It was becoming your little world away from the one you got dropped in.

You must stay away from him, no matter how much you want him, you tell yourself everyday while you’re there. The plan is to get away from him, not curl into his arms, not to succumb to his kisses, even if he is compassionate, even if he feels good, even if his voice lulls you in the night when you wake up. It had happened again last night, and you fight the memory:

You awaken with a cry, shaking with tears streaming down your face. The dream-the flashback-had happened again:

Marette was coming at you in your own home, telling you that you were his. You tell him you’re not. He tells you it’s the law. You tell him fuck the law, and your father left you your fortune. He laughs and comes at you, telling you that he is going teach you a lesson that you father didn’t. The fight ensues, and he underestimates your abilities, all your father taught you. The room becomes a war zone, and everything is a weapon as far as you’re concerned. You throw things at him to keep him at bay, and he laughs. He lunges for you and you get out of the way. You pick up a chair and he grabs the other end, but your struggle gets you closer the weapons cabinet. He wrenches it away from you and takes your body to the floor. You feel your clothes rip and you clap his ears. You back away, scrambling for the cabinet. He catches your leg, and you fight, but he’s strong, pulling you to him. You feel him on your back and he squeezes your breast so hard you scream in pain. You roll him over and head butt him, using the moment his grip on you loosens to roll and scramble to your feet. You dive over the couch, away from the weapons cabinet to your father’s desk. You jump over it, and open the drawer. He always had a weapon there. You grab it just as you feel Marette’s body take you to the ground again. You struggle as he tries to disarm you, your fingers fumbling between you for the gun. BANG!

His body is heavy on yours. You push him off, see his expressionless face. You back away from him as if he may spring back to life any moment. You bump into the wall and one of your father’s military jackets fall over you. Your life is over and you know it. You curl yourself in it, still holding the gun, and cry.

In the darkness you awaken from the memory, weeping and trembling. Then you feel a warm embrace, you feel a hand at your back rubbing you. You curl into these arms, and then freeze, realizing this could be no one you know. You look up and see Syverson’s face.

Your mind’s eye closes and you see Syverson standing over you with that same look on his face.

“What?”

“Whatever happened to you, I’m sorry,” Sy ground out. “I feel as if there is so much more to your story—”

Your eyes fly to his. “There is more to everyone’s story, here.”

“There is?”

“Yes, like Gabrielle,” you say her name. “She’s here because she stole food, because she was hungry.”

“I got that feeling when I saw her,” Sy says softly. “I swear to you she is in gentle hands.”

“Oh, I can imagine,” you hiss angrily, and go back to turning the soil with your hands.

“Have I done something to you?”

You say nothing, because he has done nothing. A pattern had been established. You have been trying not to enjoy Sy’s smiles and comments about your cooking and cleaning, which usually surpassed his expectations. And in return--

His fingers and mouth brought you great relief and ecstasy. He knew you intimately, but you hadn't felt his hot hardness inside you since your first night. He comforted you when you had the nightmares, but sometimes you found herself wanting more. He would stroke your limbs every night, and you got used to it, even had trouble sleeping when he had to go if a crime occurred. You were on edge, starving for him, and he knew it, despite the cuffs he had attached to the bed that he adjusted to your size. After that, you’d been keeping conversation to a minimum and even that was killing you. His eyes silently asked you to talk, and so you stopped looking. But your body was a traitor. This morning you awakened with your arm and leg draped over him his muscular frame, your head over his heart. You even sniffed his neck as you awakened. He looked down at you and you got out of bed as fast as you could.

“Why aren’t you at work?” you ask, still tilling the soil.

“I’m working from home today.”

You sigh. So much for time to strengthen your reserve. “I could start lunch early.” You rise and assume an at ease position, deciding that he was not going to let her garden.

His eyes travel you. "I would like to take you to town today," he says quickly. "You should go every week for supplies." He watched you nod in understanding.

You avert your eyes, visibly bracing. "May I finish here?"

"You may not have enough time, it is best to go before the sun is too high." he nods, watching your eyes lower. "I will help you."

Alarms go off within you. "You don't have to—"

"Tend my own garden?" he smiles. "I haven't had time to do it, but I assure you, I know how. We can finish quickly, and still get to town before the sun is high." He is outwardly calm, but you sense tension and don’t know why. You both kneel side by side and get to work, loosening the soil and planting more seeds. "You know a great deal about running a household."

"Yes."

He takes a breath. "I am at a loss. I know why are you are here, but I don't know...why you are here."

You take a deep breath and exhale, "I don't belong here."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

You stab a hole it the shifted earth. "I killed a man—" you make eye contact with him. "In self defense."

"Go on."

"My father was very wealthy, very affluent," you decide to go back to work while you talk. "I was to be married in a year, and had just met my fiancée."

"An arranged marriage."

"He was a nice man," You defend. "I knew no one as kind as Kieran, except my father."

"Kieran?" Sy repeats, frowning. "Kieran Feloni?"

You nod.

His eyes widen with recognition. "Then that would make you—"

"Daughter of General Andari."

He stopped working. "Your father was one of the most admired and decorated warriors in the Luna System." His whole demeanor shows great respect. “I was saddened about his loss, I truly was. Good man.”

"Thank you," you nod, feeling his sincerity. "Don't know much about me, do you?"

"No, not really," he shook his head, feeling guilty. "Your stories were in the society section, I don't read that."

You nod in understanding. "Yes, that is how they did it." You tensed, still concentrating on the work before you. "They took everything."

"Who?"

"Luna III," you nod. "Women can't have anything, remember?"

"They only ask you have a guardian—"

"I don't need one!" your anger flares, eyes sparking at his. "My father raised me to take care of myself. I was fine!"

"I heard that he died in a—"

"They died," Your voice wavers, and you go back to concentrating on the planting. You realize you have finished planting the seedling in front of you, and shift quickly before he can touch you. "They took everything away from me...in trust till I found a new guardian." You pause, starting a new row. "One was picked for me. I didn't want him. He tried to take over—take me—it was me or him."

"And?"

"I am my father's daughter." You smirk darkly at him, vigorously stabbing the earth and dropping seeds in each hole, creating a rhythm. "Female I am, but my father taught me how to fight. Marette was stupid to think I'd let him—I warned him, told him to leave me...alone." You find your vision is blurring, your breath is heaving, and you stop.

"You'd never killed anyone."

You stab the ground so hard the hoe stands straight up in the soil. "I never had to!" She raised her eyes to him, her breath racing.

"Enough gardening today." He rises to his feet.

You stiffen. "Yes, I'm sure you've had enough digging around today." You lift your face to him defiantly as you rise to your feet even though your tears still fell.

"Time for a bath." Before you could say anything, he picks you up. He keeps a gentle but firm grip on you, anticipating resistance, but there was none, though she was stiff in his arms. He sets you down in the bathroom, turns on the water, and undresses you slowly. You say nothing. He undresses and pulls you in against him.

You put your palms on his chest, trying to keep some distance. "I can't wash this way." You don’t want to look at him.

He smiles gently. "It's alright. Let the water do some of the work, wash it away." You go rigid and he starts wetting your hair, smoothing the water over your head. "Close your eyes, relax..." He gently massages your scalp until you relax. He puts your head on his chest. "See?"

Your vision completely blurs as you try to hold in sniffs and sobs. He holds you closer as he takes a sponge from a small wall shelf and strokes your back, saying nothing. You hide your tears in the flow of water. You had not cried since the day law enforcement took you, the last time you held your father’s jacket. You realize he is too quiet and he is caressing more than bathing you. Does he know you’re crying? You hesitantly pull away.

Given access to the front of your body, he rakes your hair back gently, pulling it to tilt your head to his. He lowers his lips to yours, pressing gently. He withdraws, but only to wash your breasts and stomach, then kneels to wash your legs as well.But then, his mouth opens against the apex of your legs, his warm breath providing only a second's notice before his tongue slides between your lovelips, and you exhale in a half cry, half moan. You lean against the shower wall. His strokes are slow and deliberate, coaxing your legs to open more. He guides your hands to his head, and you massage his scalp as you pant under the flow of water, lost again in passion. He moans as drinks from you and then rises to his feet to pin you against the wall and lift you effortlessly onto his hips, his muscles exerting great care as he lowers her onto his erection. Your both moan, the sounds blending with the sound of flowing water as he lifts and lowers you again…and again…

Passion strips away roles as the water rinses you clean. You wrap your legs around him in surrender as he gently thrust into you, the movements becoming more urgent. You flex around him as he draws moans from you, your fingers digging into his shoulders and intensifying his release.

For moments after he holds you to him, he keeps you pinned against the shower wall as he strokes your arms and legs. He kisses your shoulder and you realize you have been rubbing the back of his head almost absently, naturally, your legs still wrapped around him. It was as if you aren't prisoner and warden at all.

"We are going to market?" you ask softly.

He draws back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. "Yes. I want the people in town to know you are with me and whatever you buy is on my account." He kisses your nose, and smiles at your confusion. His words do not sound like that of a warden. "Get dressed, alright?" He sets you down on your feet, and you wash quickly and get dressed.

Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you wish to be tagged, and comments are WELCOME. Please feel free to also check out other stories on my page.

Thanks @fckdeusername and @maan24 ! I thought no one was interested in this story!

#henrycavill #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henrycavillfanfic #Henry Cavill fluff #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #geralt #syverson #superman

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zyettemoon1800 · 4 years

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Yandere Santana x Scientist Reader

For @wolfywon

Scientist POV

Working as a scientist for the Germans isn’t as bad as one might think. I get treated with a lot of respect because I’m the only women here and I’m the smartest scientist here. Though I love my job, sometimes it can get pretty boring,but today was different. The pillar men that we have been keeping an eye on finally awoken. Major Von Stroheim as assigned me to Santviento because he claimed that it was for an experiment to see how he would react to a female. Even though I know that it was because the other scientists and guards were to scared to do so. As Stoheim was giving me all the things I would need before I go down there, he grabbed a hand gun.

“Just in case he tries anything,the bullets have very poisonous center that will certainly kill him.” He explained handing me the gun. I looked at it before placing it down on a table. “The gun won’t be necessary.” I said walking away only to have him pull me back by my wrist. “ What do you mean not necessary?! We don’t know what he is capable of!” He said with a serious expression of his face. “If we want him to talk to us, then we have to treat him like we would each other instead of a prisoner.” I said as he let me go and backed away. “You are a valuable member, y/n. I hope you know what you’re doing.” He saluted me before pushing the button that opens Santviento’s cell.

I walk into the cell as the door closes and turn on the lights. There in a corner, he was crouched in a corner absorbing his meal. When he heard my foot steps he quickly faced me and unleashed his rib blaze. “Hi there.” I said as I sat my stuff on the table in the center of the room. “Who a-are you?” He asked slightly curious. “My name is s/o, I’m one of the leading scientist here.” I explained to him as he slowly walked over to me and started to examine me. “Y-you are a f-female correct?” He said as he gentle touched my face. It’s kinda strange, all of the guys always talk about how ruthless and murderous he is, but it’s almost like watching a child at a toy store. I nodded at his question as he looked at my stuff on the table. He picked up one of my pens holding it in front of me “What is this small tool?” He asked “That is a pen we use it to write.” I said as I used my other pen to write something down on the paper. He hummed and picked up more of my stuff and asking what is was and why we need it. After he finished asking me questions he allowed me to do the the following check up after I promised him I would sneak him some other things he could study.

After that first encounter, the other guards and scientist said he was much nicer (well, as nice as he can be), as long as he was able to see me. Most of my day were spent in Santviento’s cell so he wouldn’t kill anyone.He loved having me in his lap. He said that it was like holding a little soft bunny. He also took a liking to the new name I gave him “Santana”, he wouldn’t exactly tell me he loved it, but he would hold me tighter when I call him it. He also told me things about his past, but when I ask him if their were more pillar men out there never told me.l He would just nuzzle my neck and tell me “It wasn’t important.”

Over time he started to change. He doesn’t want anybody to be by me or to even look at me. If some poor soul happens to do any of those, he will will either take one of their limbs or drag me closer to him and the growl at them. I could tell he’s grown attached to me, but I didn’t think he would take it this far. One day, I took a double shift and ended up falling asleep in Santana’s cell, only to be woken by blood curdling screams and running from outside the cell. I got up quietly and walked out of the cell to see the most gut-churning scene I’ve ever seen. All the guards and scientist were dismembered and there was blood everywhere. In the center of all of this madness, stood Santana who stood there emotionless. “S-santana?” I asked in a shaky voice. He looked at me in silent. “Why did you you do it?” I asked starting to get uncomfortable under his blank gaze. “He was trying to take you away from me. I couldn’t let them take my mate.” He said as he walked over to me lifted me up to his eye level. “You are different from the primitives. You’re not just a human.” He said as he walked to a open window.“Please put me down!” I pleaded and struggled as he nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck before he jumped high out the window to a tall tree.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as I continued to struggle against him as he continued to jump from tree to tree.

“To the others.”

“Others?!”

“Yes. Now stop squirming so much. I don’t want to drop you.” Of course I didn’t listen to him. In fact, I struggled. It was when we were on the ground and he hit me really hard on my ass two times was when I stopped moving all together. I can’t believe this is happening to me. All that I’ve worked for as gone to waste. I don’t have anything left. I felt tears drop as he continued on his journey.

Santana POV

She’s...crying. Why? I didn’t even use a quarter of my strength...does it really hurt that much? I kissed her head and massage the area I hit as continued to our destination. After a while she finally quiet down and went to sleep. She looked so peaceful and unharmed. I will make sure to keep her that way...forever.

Scientist POV

Loud laughing and growling woke me up as I was Santana holding me tighter than before and a man with white puffy hair smiling. I looked around and saw that I was in a big building. “Oh it looks like the kitten is awake.” The man said looking at me “And she’s easy on sore eyes. What do you think Kars?” He asked the man next to him

“Mine.”Santana growled making the strange man laugh again.

“I don’t care what he does with her, just make sure you keep to the task at hand.” The one named Kars said as he glared at Santana before walking away with the other guy. He kissed me on the head again before walking down the hall to the first door. He put me on the bed and laid beside me pulling me closer to him.

“You are my bunny.”He said nuzzling my neck before he bite down marking me as his. “Now you will never leave my side and if you ever try to leave me... I’ll absorb your body into mine. Do you understand?” I nodded my head to scared to talk as he licked the spot he bit.

“Good bunny.”

This one was really fun and I was happy to finally have a Santana request because I feel like he is underrated.

#jjba #yandere #santana-jojo

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biting-you · 4 years

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I just love your writing. The Todoroki fic is so good 💯👌Can you write something for Mirio too?? I feel like he would be the delusional type~

Ohoho he is, anon! Just a bit ;3c

A Firm Hand

pairing: Yandere Mirio Togata x reader (both character are 18+ and attend U.A University/ college AU)

Description: Mirio helps a new hero at school gain a bit of confidence...but maybe he gets a bit too attached.

Included: GN reader (at least I hope so apologies if anything slipped past!), yandere, Mirio being all touchy, some slut shaming (Mirio is a traditional boi), obsession, mention of reader having hookups. Overall SFW

Apologies for the rough ending, it’s been a while since I wrote something of this length! Enjoy!

To say that Mirio Togata was nice was an understatement and frankly insulating to say about the top hero at U.A University. He was helpful and considerate and never talked down to people who could be seen as ‘lesser’ on the hero scale than him. He’s got a real drive to help people and not just be the best. A true hero. All Mights probable successor. The ray of sunshine that everybody loves.

Well...except for you.

You liked him at first, of course! You transferred to U.A during the second semester of you sophomore year and even though you were in college the transition and trying to make new friends was...tough. But in stepped welcome wagon Mirio who was all smiles and friendly small talk, introducing you to new people and helping you pull yourself out of your shy little shell that you fought so hard to get out of for years. After that, it was easy for you to make friends, people apparently responding to the new found confidence and natural charm (as Mirio put it) that you suddenly exuded.

It was all nice and normal!

Until it wasn’t.

Mirio was always a touchy feely kind of guy. Always going in for a hug or wrapping his arm around a buddies shoulder and it was no different with you. That was until his touching started to get a little too...intimate. His hugs would would suddenly become much longer with you, tucking your body under his chin so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck while his large hands ran up and down your spine. Or maybe he would come up beside you and just...place his hand on your lower back, like it was no big deal! And he would always do this when you were in front of others, friends and professors a like. It made you feel like...you couldn’t push him away without making some scene or turning you into the bad guy for hurting the feelings of the most loved person at the school. So you just stood there and let it happen, trying to convince yourself that you where just overreacting and you shouldn’t be so scared of one of your dearest friends trying to show you some affection.

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“Wowie! That was one hell of a workout, sweet heart! Say, want me to get out some of those knots? You looked a little stiff out there...”

You where so busy trying to catch your breath and wipe the sweat out of your eyes that for a few moments you could barely tell who or what had spoken to you. Finally looking over your shoulder (after your dear friends pointed him out) you jumped as you looked into the soft blue eyes of Mirio. Jeez! How could such a big guy be so quiet?

“Wha-huh?” You said dumbly but it only served to make him laugh.

“The knots in your legs, silly! I know how bad you are at stretching properly.” He waggled his finger at you playfully. “I can’t have my favorite budding hero be out of commission because of a pulled ham string!” Plopping down on the turf, he pat the spot beside him with a signature grin. “Don’t worry! I’ve been doing some extra studying with Recovery Girl on how to take care of my fellow heroes, you’re in great hands!” Exuberant as always and with all your friends around you had no choice but to sit down beside him lest you make a fool of yourself by denying a personal massage from one of the schools top three.

As soon as your butt his the synthetic grass, Mirio was pulling your leg into his lap, leaving you to rest back on your hands awkwardly with your knee bent over his thigh. Ignoring the chatter around him, he got to work pressing his fingers into you calf muscle making you wince as he immediately found a knot. You tried to keep yourself from flinching as his hands roamed around your leg by talking to your friends about anything other than the blond touching your bare legs.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” Mina asked, squirting water into her mouth.

“Uh...I dunno actually. Maybe just relax a bit? Hit up a few hook up sites...” You muttered quietly under your breath, face and ears turning a bit red. She laughed at you.

“Jeez! What happened to ‘no man but my viberator can treat me right?” You gave her a good smack on the shoulder as you blushed furiously.

“God, Mina! Shut it!” Fuck you swore to good if anyone else started making fun of you-

“You shouldn’t go on those types of sites.”

You paused in your assault and turned toward the blond boy still massaging your leg and looking at you with a thoughtful but somehow stern expression.

“It’s not good to sleep around like that... you shouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s not exactly a good look, either. You should try looking for something real and not just a quick roll in the hay.” He said this all so matter-a-factly that you were struck practically dumb.

“Excuse me?” Was he trying to fucking lecture you? He just gave you a sweet smile.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt is all. You deserve someone that will treat you right!” He was looking at you so...expectantly, like he was waiting for you to whole-heartedly agree with his ‘wholesome’ advice. Like you were going to take that laying down.

“I don’t think I asked for your fucking opinion on my sex life, Togata.” Your friends shut up immediately, already staring at the foreign scene before them. Now it was Mirio’s turn to look dumbfounded.

“H-hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it. I just want to warn you-”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some child!” Fuck? What was wrong with this guy? Just because he had to help you in the past didn’t mean that he had to try and lead you through the bumpy roads of one -night stands and relationships.

You stood up, pulling your leg out of his grasp roughly as you did so. You didn’t care if you made a scene anymore! That was way too far for your liking and you certainly weren’t going to sit around and let some guy tell you what to do in your bed! Huffing you stormed off back to the dorms, knowing full well the social repercussions of what you just did. Maybe you should be fearing other types as well.

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It was a few hours after the ‘incident’ and you had already been inundated with texts from your friends who had witness the confrontation. At first, you were too nervous to even read the notifications but after steeling yourself you found that most of them...agreed with you. The ones that didn’t were mostly chiding you for snapping at Mirio but at least agreed that what he said was out of bounds. It made you feel a bit better in a way, the fear of rejection fading in your mind. Maybe you should talk to them all about the other things that went on with Mirio...

A knock sounded at your door this then making you sigh as you slid out of bed. It was probably Mina who had sent you a long apologetic text immediately after you arrived back at the dorms. After assuring her that it wasn’t her fault and that you just needed some time to cool off you agreed that she could come check on you later. So you opened the door, making sure you planted your feet squarely as to not get bowled over by the violent hug that was about to take place.

“Hey Min-oh.” Instead of being greeted by your short pink friend you instead were greeted by the chest of a familiar hero-to-be and the last person you wanted to see. Mirio stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he actively avoided looking at your face.

“Hey-hey um... can I come in? I just wanted to apologize for earlier...”

“Why can’t you apologize in the hallway?” You cut him off, already very ready and willing to slam the door in his face. But he took out the big guns, flashing big blue sad puppy eyes at you and despite your anger you felt yourself caving in.

“Ugh, fine. Just make it quick...” You pinched the bridge of your nose to try and quell the brewing headache as you opened the door wider for him. He stepped in carefully, stopping in the middle of your room as you closed the door behind him. Mirio had his hands on his hips he looked around.

“Gee, you really got an eye for interior design, sugar plum! It’s very ‘you’ in here!”

“Mirio.”

“Right, sorry.”

He looked at you sheepishly as you sat down at your desk, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you waited for his apology. It better be good.

“I shouldn’t have said that stuff to you in front of everyone-”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff at all.”

“I know you think I was shaming you but I wasn’t!” He continued, all of the sudden looking agitated, brows starting to knit with frustration. “I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to do stuff like that with strangers and you shouldn’t want to do stuff like that with strangers! Not when you have...”

Your eyes narrowed at him, jaw set squarely as you were quickly losing patience with him. “Not when I have what, Mirio?”

“...me.” The two of you sat there for a moment, staring at each other. Mirio with needy, teary eyes and you with a blank expression. This was too much.

“Get out,”

“Listen-”

“I said OUT!” You hurled yourself to your feet, eyes wild with fury as you jammed your finger towards the door. Mirio looked uncharacteristically panicked, eyes wide with fear and sweating bullets as he trembled under your gaze.

“N-no you can’t throw me out!” He gripped you hard by the shoulders and you swore you could feel your bones creak under the pressure of his grip. “You just gotta calm down, honey! You just gotta understand just how much my little heart cares for ya!” Mirio had you backing up into the wall now, no matter how much you clawed at his wrists or kicked at his shins. It was like he was numb to everything that stood in the way of talking some sense into you.

“I know you think you’re strong, sweet heart. That you’re invincible with all that hero training but I know how delicate and scared you really are! You’re still that shy little mousey thing that you were when you first showed up here! And you doing stuff like...that, well what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t put a stop to it?”

“B-boyfriend? Mirio you’re not my-” A hand slammed into your mouth to silence you as he shook his head desperately.

“I mean I wasn’t before, but I am now! How else am I supposed to keep other peoples nasty paws off of you?”

#yandere mirio #yandere mirio togata #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere x reader #yandere mirio x reader #mirio x reader #sfw #Obsession #gender netural reader

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twdeadfanfic · 4 years

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First and Last Pt.20

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: There’s only one girl that Daryl has ever fallen in love with, the one who had to leave him and break both their hearts, and the one he’d tried his best to erase from his memory so it wouldn’t hurt that bad. There’s no way he could have guessed that he’d find her again, more than seventeen years later, after the world went to shit and the dead began walking, both their lifes different that what they used to be.

Tags: Sequel to my mini-series “The first to blow your mind.” You can find it in my mastelist and read it before this or after it as a prequel, or you don’t need to read it.. Daryl’s POV. My usual combo of slow-burn, fluff and angst. Slight canon deviance. Light smut.

Chapter: 20/28 Updated on Monday and Thursday.

You can find my masterlist with more chapters and fics in the description of my tumblr.

Taking watch must be one of the most boring things Daryl was ever told to do. There was nothing else for him to do though, he had gone hunting the day before, coming back with a few squirrels and a few rabbits that were now stew for the next couple of weeks, so he didn’t really need to go out again. Still, he wanted to go further one day, far from Alexandria’s smells and noises, and get a deer that would feed them for longer.

But it wasn’t too urgent, and so when Rick had asked him if he could take watch in the north of the wall, he had thought he should agree instead of going looking for something else to do, no matter it was boring.

That, and the fact that Y/N were with Sasha on the east lookout and if he leaned over the railing and looked through the scope, he could see her. He hoped she wouldn’t mind…he didn’t want to watch her, he was just…curious, he couldn’t help it.

When Y/N had been delivering the stew rations to the people’s houses, she had stopped on his family’s. Rick was there, and somehow he and Y/N had ended up talking about her work at the pantry, and Rick seemed to have noticed that Y/N wasn’t that happy working just there. He’d offered her a job taking watch, it was safer than going out on runs when she hadn’t been training for that long, and also he’d said Sasha might train her with the sniper rifle from there.

Daryl leaned over and squinted, looking at the other lookout. He could see Sasha and Y/N talking, holding the rifles and aiming beyond the walls. Before, he’d seen them studying the rifles or something like that, he wasn’t sure from that distance. Next time that he looked at them, it was because he heard a gunshot. He looked through his own scoop and saw a walker dead on the ground. He dropped the rifle and squinted again to look at them. Sasha seemed to be celebrating, so Y/N had shot the walker. Damn yes. She was always making him proud. She was good with the knife and now she was going to get good with the rifle too.

“Are you really spying on your girlfriend?” Came Lisa’s voice from downstairs. “With a sniper rifle and all, like it’s not creepy at all?”

“Shut up, I ain’t spying on no one.” He grumbled back, flustered.

“Whatever you say…”

Daryl just scoffed again and he didn’t bother saying anything else.

By the time his shift ended and someone else came to take watch, Y/N was still with Sasha up there, and so he decided to go back home.

Home…He had been living with Y/N and Jane for a few days now, and it still sounded strange. Not in a bad way, no, not at all, just strange. He didn’t think he had ever had something like that. Never thought he’d get to have it. But there he was.

Dawn and Jane were sat down at Robert’s porch, reading or doing homework, or Daryl wasn’t sure what. They waved at him before focusing back on whatever they were doing, and Daryl walked into Y/N’s place…which he guessed was kind of his place now…but he always called it Y/N’s anyway.

There was a book on the coffee table, the same one she’d read a thousand times before already. He needed to ask Glenn if he thought there’d be a place where he could go on a run and find books, by now he was sure Y/N had read every book in Alexandria. That one was one of hers, though, one she liked, Aaron had gotten it for her a long while ago. Daryl picked it up carefully and began to read it while he waited for Y/N to come back.

He hadn’t been reading for long when finally the front door opened and closed, and Y/N walked into the living room. “Hi there.”

“Hey.” He smiled at her, leaving the book on the table again. “How was training?”

“You tell me,” Y/N smirked and Daryl found himself blushing. “I know you were looking.”

“I…uh…it ain’t…” He babbled, but Y/N just chuckled and sat down on the sofa next to him, wrapping an arm around him to snuggle to him…so maybe she wasn’t mad.

“It was good…it wasn’t as difficult as I thought. I mean, it’s difficult, but I managed to land some shots. I like it. Sasha’s a good teacher. But damn, my arms hurt now…and my shoulder and my neck.” She complained with another chuckle, pulling back to roll her shoulders.

“Come here.” Daryl tugged at her until her back was to him so he could place his hands on her shoulders to try and ease the knots away.

“That feels good…” Y/N murmured as she tilted her head forwards and pushed her hair to one side so he could move up her neck. “Didn’t know you gave massages and that you were good at it. How’s that you never gave me any all those years ago? Or did you learn after I left?”

“I didn’t learn…I ain’t good.” He just went by instinct.

“Well, I beg to differ,” Y/N almost purred and Daryl couldn’t help how good about himself it made him feel.

After a while of easing the strained muscles as best as he could, he began just caressing her skin, not that she seemed to mind, she was still smiling with her eyes closed, humming contently from time to time. He leaned closer to kiss her neck softly, and she chuckled softly, tilting her neck to give him more room.

“If this’s what I’m gonna get every time I go training with Sasha, I’m going to go up there every day.” She murmured, chuckling quietly and he didn’t say anything, just trailed kisses over her neck until she pulled away.

She didn’t go far, though, just turned around so she could face him. She smiled, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair, shifting to straddle him, and then she was kissing him. When their lips parted, she arched her neck, the hand that she had at the back of his head pushing him closer to her neck in case he didn’t catch the drift, and he chuckled against his skin before kissing it.

“That is, time’s up,” he teased, pulling back. “You just put down a couple of walkers meters away from you with a sniper rifle, it ain’t such a big deal.”

“Oh, isn’t it now? Okay, next time you’re shooting your crossbow and you need to reload but walkers keep coming, you’re gonna be begging me to shoot with my new discovered great aim, and I’m not going to do it.” She grinned.

“Bullshit, you wouldn’t let me get eaten.”

“Sadly, I’m too attached to you, it’s been a problem...for the last seventeen years…” She sighed dramatically before chuckling and bumping his nose, and then leaning to nuzzle it with hers and Daryl took advantage to peck her lips.

“It was a big deal, though, you did great today with the riffle,” Daryl said as he caressed her hair, he wanted her to know he was proud.

“It’s really not that hard, the scoop does most of the job…”

“Nah, nah, you still need skill.” He shut her before she could put herself down. “But if you want to try a riffle that ain’t a sniper one, a gun or something, we can. We can go out one day, take a silencer, practice.”

“Yeah?” Y/N asked and Daryl hummed a yes, nodding. The more weapons she knew how to use, the safer she would be, he wanted her learning everything she could, and he knew she wanted it too. “Can I try the crossbow too?”

Daryl nodded, it’d be more useful than a firearm if you asked him, silent, and you could make your ammo. He’d teach her to do that too.

“I’ve been wanting to try that thing since…forever.” She giggled. Daryl scoffed, but he couldn’t help his smile at her. “And when I’ll find that my aim with the crossbow is great, I’m getting more massages?”

“I don’t know…” He teased but he was already leaning to kiss her neck again.

He trailed soft kisses over her neck, getting more daring with every little, beautiful sound that she let out. He gently sucked on a spot behind her ear and was rewarded with a quiet moan that made him smile against her skin as he kept kissing and biting her flesh ever so softly, he couldn’t help how he loved to make her feel like that. Her hips began to rock gently against his, making his pulse speed up. The hands that he had on her waist moved to run under her shirt, stroking the warm skin of her hips and belly, which made her writhe harder on his lap.

She placed her hands on top of his under her shirt, moving them up until he reached her breasts. Daryl was hesitant, fingers trembling as he swallowed hard, but she made him press his hands against them before encouraging him to slid his hands under her sports bra.

Once he got the cue, Y/N took her hands away, placing one on his shoulder, while she ran a finger across her own next with the other, signaling him to keep going. He smiled and went for her neck again, harder this time, placing open-mouthed kisses over her neck, he couldn’t stop himself, but she didn’t seem to mind, if he could take her moan as a cue, while his hands moved over her breasts, fingers trembling ever so slightly.

Then, though, she was pulling away, and Daryl looked at her confused. She was breathing hard, looking at him in a way that made his heart beat faster. “I’m not doing this on a sofa,” she murmured. “Bed, now.” Before she could get up, though, Daryl did, making sure to wrap his arms under her thighs to hoist her up with him, and Y/N laughed as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Okay, I like this.” She grinned. “It’s kind of hot.” Daryl scoffed, blushing as he tried not to let shyness take over him, and he began walking them both to the stairs. “I can walk up myself.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He began walking up the stairs without putting her down.

“This is fun but if you drop me I kick your ass.”

“Ain’t dropping you, woman, stop complaining.” He stopped to gently bit at her neck, making her laugh.

Daryl kept walking up the stairs and to her room…his room now, too, even if it still sounded strange in his head, and he carefully let her fall onto the bed. She grinned at him, sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head, followed by her bra, and Daryl swallowed hard as he looked at her. She gave him a shy smile, biting her lips before she popped open the button of her pants, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear and throwing it to the floor near her shirt.

“Are you going to come here or are you just going to keep staring?” She teased nervously, her skin blushed pink. “Because I might hide under the coverts…”

Daryl kicked himself into movement, joining her in the bed, somehow hesitant of placing his hands on her bare skin as he kissed her. She leaned back on the bed, her head landing on the pillow, and she pulled him with her, kissing him again, and he couldn’t help himself from groaning softly into her mouth when her hands ran under his shirt, caressing his stomach and up to his chest before she began trying to pull it off him.

He complied, taking his shirt off, and Y/N sat up slightly to kiss his chest, up to his neck, and Daryl bit his lip as another quiet moan escaped him. She leaned back onto the bed again, her hands caressing his skin again, this time stopping at the buckle of his belt. “Can I?” She whispered and Daryl nodded, swallowing hard. She unbuckled his belt and after another nod from him she opened his pants, and Daryl helped her take them off him.

He crawled on top of her again before he could be overwhelmed by the need of hiding under the covers, as Y/N had said, and he kissed her deeply, letting one of his hands slide down to caress her bare thigh, and he gasped when she wrapped that leg around his hips, pulling him down even closer to her.

“Okay?” She whispered and Daryl couldn’t find his voice but he nodded.

Without stopping looking at him, she placed her hand on top of his on her thigh and then she guided it between her legs until his fingers founder her center and she let out a shuddered moan at the contact. Daryl’s breath picked up, his heart beating even faster as he let her guide his movements, letting out all those little sounds that drove him crazy.

Soon she was letting go of his hand, allowing him to keep going on his own, and Daryl was sure he could never be tired of seeing her writhing and squirming under him, rocking her hips as she panted, quiet moans leaving her lips from time to time. He leaned down to kiss her, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Her eyes were shut closed, her mouth open as she panted, but then her hand reached down to stop his movements and Daryl frowned at her, worrying he’d done something wrong. “Did I-” She didn’t let him finish, tugging at him to fall down on top of her and kissing him hard.

“I want you,” she whined against his lips before kissing him again, still panting, and her words alone made him groan, nodding wordlessly again. She didn’t miss a second, reaching down between them to guide him to her, making him groan again at the contact, and when he finally buried himself in her, he had to kiss her to stifle the moan that left his lips.

She was panting and whimpering against his lips too, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he began to rock gently against her, ever so careful with her, until she arched against him, her leg around him pulling him even closer, and the moan that left her lips when he picked up the pace sent shivers through him. She felt so damn good, had something ever felt that good…

Daryl was glad she was already close because, with the way she was making him feel and all those sweet sounds she was letting out, he knew he wouldn’t last long. She was breathing harder, harder, arching to him and then she cried out, her nails scratching his shoulders, digging into his skin, and when he kissed her neck again she let out another of those moans that he loved, shivering under him as her thighs squeezed his hips, coming undone.

It didn’t take him long to follow her, his mind vaguely registering that in fact, this is how people got pregnant and that’s the last thing you needed in that world, and he barely remembered to pull out of her before he finished, groaning and falling on top of her. She was panting just like him, her arms holding him to her as one of her hands caressed his hair, and then she began placing little kisses on the top of his head, his temple, his cheek…

Daryl couldn’t stop his smile, nuzzling into her neck. If he’d ever felt this good he didn’t remember. He snuggled to her, eyes closed, enjoying the way in which her fingers caressed his skin and the buzz running down his body, before his brain was actually capable of forming thoughts again.

“You could get pregnant,” he blurted out…great, wonderful, just great, he had to open his mouth and that had to be the first words that come out of it. Great.

Y/N snorted. “You trying to tell me something?”

Daryl blushed up to his hears again. “I…I…”

“No, no, I know, you’re right,” Y/N stopped his babble. “I’m sorry, I get a bit carried away I guess…” She chuckled shyly. “But you’re right, we’ll be careful, okay?” He nodded and she smiled, kissing his lips.

He snuggled to her again but she tried to pull away way too soon. “Where’re you going?”

“To get cleaned,” she said, trying to move from under him but he didn’t let her, he was too comfortable like that. “Shower.” He just snuggled more into her and she let out a giggle, holding him tight and kissing his head, but then she was trying to move away again, and again he didn’t let her. “Daryl, come on,” she half whined half laughed.

She tickled his side, making him yelp and roll away from her. “You’re mean,” he grumbled and she laughed, grinning and pecking his lips before sitting up and getting up from the bed. He got up from the bed too, heading to the window to check that Jane and Dawn were still on Robert’s garden, though he couldn’t really see into his porch from there.

“Afraid the kids are gonna walk on us?” Y/N teased and he just shrugged, but yeah, he’d die of embarrassment probably. “They’re probably at Robert’s, it’s okay.” She walked behind him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his shoulder. “Plus, the bedroom is locked, if Jane walks on us I’d have to crawl in a hole and never get out.” She chuckled and Daryl nodded at that. “Now, come to the shower. I’m not asking.”

Daryl snorted but he didn’t fight her, letting her take his hand and walk them both to the bathroom. She turned on the water, stepping into the shower once it was warm and he followed her, watching as the spray of water fell over her, thinking once again how beautiful she was, until Y/N pulled him closer to her to stand under the water too.

Y/N stopped the water and took the bottle of shampoo, dropping some onto her palms and rubbing them together to create suds. She ran her hands through his hair, rubbing gently but firmly, and Daryl heard himself purring but he couldn’t feel embarrassed, her fingers playing with his hair felt too good. Once she seemed to deem his hair clean enough, she poured more shampoo onto her palms and began washing her own hair.

“You don’t trust me to do it?” He joked.

“Didn’t know you’d want to.” Sure, he had never washed anyone’s hair before, but he might as well try now, and so he began to run his hands through her hair and rub carefully at her scalp like she’d done to him, smiling when she hummed.

“I’d stay like this for hours if it weren’t because we’d freeze…” Y/N murmured before pulling away from him to take a bar of soap and run it across his body, lathering his skin, and Daryl’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel damn good too. When it was his turn to wash her body, though, he was almost shy about it, for some reason, his eyes following the soap as he moved it over her skin, getting more confident when she closed her eyes and smiled.

Once they were lathered, Y/N turned on the water again, raising the shampoo and soap off them. She got out of the shower and tossed him a big towel while she wrapped herself in her bathrobe. He followed her back to the room, watching how she took out some clean clothes for him from her closet. He didn’t know where she had gotten them from, he’d moved to her place with just his usual bag and what he was wearing, but she had made sure she had clothes for him. He was grateful she had thought about him but it felt a bit strange too, after so long having only what he had inside his bag…Alexandria and everything in it still felt a bit strange, but not bad, not anymore.

“It’s getting late,” Y/N said as she got dressed. “I’m going to pick up Jane, can you get started with dinner?”

“Sure thing.”

Plot, what’s plot anymore. Also I know some of you wanted more Jane and Daryl, and I promise they have quite a lot of scenes together in future chapters, but Y/N and him are kind of in “honey moon” phase, you know.

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hushedhands · 3 years

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Challenge 76

Thanks for voting @geekeryandwriting! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying these challenges. I’ve loved writing them because they give me something to do every time I start to get nervous about the election!

This a scene about Lief that takes place while Addy is away at university. And, just in case anyone is wondering, Lief calls his toy soldiers “march men” because when he was little, he always saw the guards marching in their training drills outside, and he thought those were the grownup versions of his toys. Like his toys might grow up into the guards in a few years. Yeah, he’s baby 🥰

Lief tiptoed into Maxon’s bedroom to find his parents. They were sitting up in bed and talking about important grown up things, stuff Lief didn’t really understand. He was sure it was serious, maybe even about taxes. Lief didn’t know what taxes were, but they sounded boring and complicated. He didn’t care though, he’d sit and listen all about taxes if that’s what he had to do.

“Hi honey.” America greeted him.

Lief climbed onto their bed and said, “Can I sit quietly?”

Maxon noticed Lief’s low frown and said, “Of course you can, Lief. Is everything okay?”

Lief didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it, that’s why he was here. He sighed heavily, “I just want to sit quietly.”

“Okay.” Maxon agreed.

America and Maxon shared a look, but then they continued their conversation. It turns out, they were talking about traveling. Lief decided he would warn Rosie at breakfast the next morning. She hated when their parents went traveling and left her behind, but if she had enough warning, she might be able to beg them to take her with them.

Finally, the conversation seemed to end and America ran a hand through Lief’s short, red hair. Lief loved when she did this because if felt like a massage. “Are you sick, baby boy?”

She tried not to call him baby boy in front of other people because she knew it embarrassed him now that he was seven and a half, but since they were alone it was okay. Lief considered her question and then shook his head. His tummy felt bad, but not sick.

“Are you hurt, son?” Maxon took his guess.

Again, Lief shook his head.

“What’s wrong then?” America asked. “You can tell us anything. We can help you feel better, but you have to tell us what’s going on.”

Lief hated to even say it. He crawled over to his mom and she wrapped him up in a hug. With his legs around her waist and his arms around her neck, he felt totally safe. He even felt okay enough to say what happened, “I broke my new march man, the one Daddy got me from New Asia.” Giant tears filled his eyes and his nose started running really fast. He sniffled hard, and Maxon reached way over to his bedside table to pull a tissue from the box that sat there. He reached around America’s back to hand it to Lief, who wiped his nose messily.

“Oh, that’s terrible. Are you sad because you can’t play with him anymore?” America asked. Lief was their rowdiest child by far, but he also had the softest heart. It didn’t take much to affect him emotionally.

“Only a little.” Lief confessed.

“Only a little? Then why the tears?” Maxon asked, rubbing Lief’s back firmly.

Lief inhaled a shaky breath and said, “That was a special march man, he came from so far away. He was special, just for me, and I broke him. I feel…” he didn’t have the word, so he let out a pitiful groan instead.

Maxon and America had seen their children lose enough “special things” by now to know that what they were missing wasn’t just the physical item, it was the emotional connection they attached to it.

“Where is he broken?” Maxon asked. “Perhaps I can fix him.”

Lief turned his head, loosening his grip on his mom to look back at his dad. “His whole arm came off.”

“I see.” Maxon nodded grimly at the diagnosis. “Can you bring him in here so that I may exam him?”

Lief felt the heavy guilt he’d been burdened under for the last fifteen minutes flutter up with hope. He climbed out of the big bed and hurried out of their room. He didn’t run because running inside wasn’t supposed to be allowed, but he did walk really fast to his bedroom.

Inside, he found the remnants of the battle he’d been fighting just before the terrible incident occurred. Several surviving march men surrounded their fallen comrade (or enemy, for some of them). Lief picked up the arm and the man, then rushed him to Maxon for a full examination.

When Lief returned to his parents, both of them were now sitting on the end of the bed. He offered his dad the pieces of his broken toy and bit at his lip nervously as Maxon conducted an evaluation.

Maxon pulled his reading glasses out of the pocket of his pajamas and placed them on his nose. “Must have been quite a crash.” he said as he inspected the arm socket and the loose arm.

“It was a special rocket! It was hidden in the toy chest, and then it exploded out. ” Lief explained.

“What was it really?” America asked curiously.

“My foam dart gun.” Lief admitted bashfully.

Maxon seemed impressed as he continued his examination, “A foam dart did this? Perhaps we shouldn’t allow you to shoot your cousins with it anymore…”

“Well, I pumped the handle a lot. The hardest ever.” Lief bragged, until he remembered the disaster that had unfurled. “I wouldn’t pump it so hard if I was shooting Leo or Rogan.”

“Mhmm.” Maxon didn’t seem convinced. “Well, I can reattach the arm, son.”

“You can?” Lief was excited.

“But I’ll need to glue it to keep it in there. This soldier will always have one stiff arm. Is that okay?”

“Yeah! He can use his other arm to lead in battle.” Lief reassured Maxon.

“Very well.” Maxon chuckled, picking up the toy solider and carrying him over to his desk. It took a moment of rummaging and then Maxon pulled out a bottle of glue, squeezed a little into the empty arm socket, and placed the arm back inside. “This soldier needs to be on bedrest until morning. For that matter, so do you, Commander.”

Lief saluted his dad, hurrying over to peek at his mostly-repaired toy.

“What do you think?” Maxon asked.

“Thank you, Dad.” Lief hugged Maxon’s waist.

“You’re welcome.” Maxon bent down and pressed a kiss to Lief’s red hair. “And, so you know, the Emperor of New Asia is a very good friend of mine. If you ever need another toy solider like this one, I can call in a favor. There’s no reason to feel sad over a toy.”

“I know,” Lief shrugged with one shoulder, “But this one is special. You brought him just for me from all the way around the world. I never, ever meant to break him.”

“Well here you are, son.” Maxon handed the toy over. “He’s not broken anymore. Feel better?”

Lief nodded.

America spoke up from where she’d been watching the sweet exchange and said, “Why don’t you two retire to bed and we’ll check on him in the morning?”

Lief stopped by his parents’ bed on his way out the door and pressed a kiss to his mom’s cheek. “Night Mommy.”

“Goodnight Lief, happy dreams.”

“Happy dreams.” he replied on his way out the door.

Lief fell asleep very easily that night, though he forgot to clean up his other toys. He rested his most special march man on his nightstand so that he could heal through the night. He didn’t quite understand where New Asia was, but he knew it was as far away as anyone could be. He knew he’d missed his dad a lot when while he was gone, and worried about all the bad things that could happen so far from home. When Maxon returned with this special toy just for Lief, his joy at having a new toy was overwhelmed by his understanding, for the first time, that Maxon had taken such care to bring the march man home safely with Lief in mind.

Because he loved Lief so much.

Lief knew that this march man could not be a regular soldier anymore. He needed a much more special job. The last thing Lief did that night was make plans for a promotion ceremony he could play tomorrow, if his toy was done healing. He would promote his most special toy soldier to the rank of General, like Uncle Aspen, and he would become the most important man in Lief’s whole army.

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thewitchandtheassassin · 4 years

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Agent Fury (Maria Hill x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Maria Hill imagine where the reader is Nick Fury’s daughter and her and Maria are the same age and they start dating secretly behind Fury’s back and he finds out

Words: 1939

Warnings: None? Secret relationships?

A/N: Aight, so I changed the prompt up a little. It’s kind of an established relationship to start out but I think it turned out pretty good.

-X-

Fury was certain something was going on. He didn’t know what exactly, but something was fishy. You were acting strange - stranger than usual, anyways. And strange wasn’t exactly the word he’d use.

You were acting different.

Smiles were more frequent and you had a pep in your step that he hadn’t seen in a long time. You were still calm and collected at work, yet there was something about you that left him perplexed.

-X-

“Good morning, Director Fury,” you greeted as you stepped into the Compound.

Fury nodded though it held a fatherly touch. He couldn’t been seen as playing favorites yet everyone knew you came before them. He was the director, but he was your father first. He cared about the good of mankind but you were his first priority; his only daughter.

Continuing through the halls, you said your good mornings to your fellow agents before finally coming across Maria Hill. She was standing in the center of a ring talking with new recruits. The newbies were watching her with wide eyes as she talked and so were you but not for the same reason. You could feel your heart fluttering as you stared at the beautiful woman, her blue eyes flickering up to meet your (e/c).

“Agent Fury,” she called out, startling the recruits. “Would you mind joining me?”

Nodding, you strolled over to her and climbed into the ring. Her fingers twitched like she wanted to reach out for you but she refrained. It was hard, though, having your girlfriend so close and not being able to hold her hand. Maria wasn’t the most affectionate partner but with you, she made the effort.

“This is Agent Fury,” Maria introduced, gesturing at you. “She’s one of our best and she will possibly be leading you on missions so if you see her, show her the utmost respect.”

You waved sheepishly at the new agents. You always got awkward when such high praises were sang. You did your best to be your best but to hear Maria introduce you with such pride made you a little embarrassed.

“Now, today we’re going to show you some close hand-to-hand combat. A lot of you were brought in due to your marksmanship skills and your talents outside of fighting but today, everyone will spar. It’ll give us an idea of your combat abilities. Agent Fury and I will demonstrate, then you’ll get up here,” Maria informed, her voice firm and commanding.

She gestured for you to settle in the other corner and you did, waiting for instructions. Maria set up in her own corner and you took a moment to soak in the sight of her.

She was in her usual attire - a black shirt and dark pants - but she looked gorgeous. She always did.

“Ready?”

At your nod, Maria raced forward at you and gave a calculated swing that you dodged easily. Your fist struck her torso, though you refused to hit her too hard. You would’ve hated yourself if you left a bruise.

She threw another punch and you caught her arm, flipping her onto her back. She stared up at you with a proud gleam in her eye. Knocking her down was a huge accomplishment. You offered her your hand but she looped her leg around yours and jerked you down, rolling on top of you before you could get up. You caught her hands as she tried to pin you but after a struggle, you conceded with a smile.

“Good job, agent,” she praised. Bending down, she whispered, “Meet me in the conference room in about an hour.”

You were confused, but you nodded all the same and Maria got off your hips and helped you to your feet. You nodded to the recruits as you slipped out of the ring and disappeared from the room, headed towards your station.

An hour couldn’t come fast enough.

-X-

Slipping into the conference room, you were startled when two arms slid around your waist and pulled you into a warm body. You immediately recognized Maria, but she had still scared you quite a bit.

“What are you doing?” you murmured. “If Dad catches us...”

“He won’t,” she assured you. “He’s in meetings all day. And,” Maria smiled though you couldn’t really see it in the dark, “I’ve missed you. That last mission was too long.”

You laughed, your arms coming around her neck. “I was only gone three days.”

“But you missed date night,” Maria pointed out.

You acknowledged her point with a jerk of your head before pressing your lips to hers. The kiss was soft and delicate, remaining simple despite the urge to deepen it. That would come later. The fact was, you were tucked away in secret without much time so there was no easy way to get lost in the embrace.

“How about I make it up to you tomorrow night?” you offered. “Dinner at my place?”

“That sounds nice,” Maria agreed, kissing your forehead.

You snuggled into her arms for a second then parted from her, despite your body’s screaming. You wished you could stay here, in this moment, forever but that was impossible.

You both had jobs to do.

-X-

The next night came faster than you anticipated and soon enough Maria was knocking on your door. You tossed it open and grinned. She was still in her SHIELD outfit, meaning she was excited enough to spend time with you that she hadn’t even gone home to change.

“Am I too early?” she asked, offering you a bottle of wine.

“Never,” you beamed, tugging her into your apartment. You set the bottle down and buried your hands in Maria’s hair, pulling her into a sweet but deep kiss.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly as you inches away, your forehead against hers.

“Hi,” you returned, mesmerized by how blue her eyes were.

The smell of your cooking trying to burn brought you out of your reverie and you rushed into the kitchen with Maria not too far behind, bottle in hand.

“Ooh, chicken Alfredo. My favorite,” she commented, leaning against the counter.

“I know,” you replied smugly, stirring the pasta.

When it was ready, the two of you sat down at your table and started eating, chatting about your day between bites. You understood how stressful Maria’s job was. Being your father’s second-in-command was tiring but you were always there to try and make it better for her.

“Agent Donovan isn’t going to last,” Maria commented after dinner, dragging you over to your couch so you could watch a movie.

“Why’s that?” you inquired curiously, flopping onto the couch beside her. You curled into her side, arm tossed over her waist.

“One of the other recruits accidentally broke his nose and he sat on the floor and cried.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you defended, “Broken noses hurt.”

“True, but in this line of work, a lot worse can happen,” she reminded you, handing you the television remote.

She wasn’t wrong but you still hoped whoever Donovan was would pass. Maybe they could find him a desk job. SHIELD needed good people now that it was restarted.

Flipping on a romantic comedy, the two of you watched it in silence for a few minutes before your lips started drifting along Maria’s neck. She shifted a little, her head tilting as your mouth explored the expansion of skin. Your hand rubbed her stomach and Maria sighed contently.

Eventually your kisses turned to nibbles and Maria began squirming a bit. Her neck was so sensitive and God, you enjoyed that. You loved turning her into a mess. You hadn’t gone very far in your relationship, but it was still fun.

Grabbing Maria’s chin, you tilted her head so that you could attach your lips to hers. Working together in a common dance, her tongue met yours and you moaned softly. Her lips were incredibly soft and you had always loved kissing her. Her tongue wrapped around yours and you inched your way into her lap, straddling her thighs, the movie long forgotten.

Her hands fell to your waist, her lips never leaving yours. Her strong fingers held you tight, keeping you close as you continued kissing. Your head was swimming, caught between lust and love, despite it being way too soon to admit that.

You were so caught up in each other that you never heard your door click open. Fury cautiously stepped inside, his hand on his gun as he entered. He’d been calling your phone for the last hour and you hadn’t picked up, so here he was, checking to make sure nothing bad had happened to you.

Making his way into the living room, he spotted you and froze. He’d known about your sexuality for years so to see you in the arms of a woman wasn’t surprising. Seeing you with Agent Hill, however, was.

He cleared his throat and you jerked your head to look at him. With a yelp, you fell off Maria’s lap and onto the floor, your eyes wide. Maria didn’t know if she should look at you or him, so she chose the safest option which was to help you up.

“Dad! Uh, what are you doing here?” you asked as you massaged your back. Your floor was not soft.

“I called. A lot. And you didn’t answer so I came over to make sure everything was okay. Had I known you had company, I wouldn’t have.”

You smiled uncomfortably. “Yeah, sorry. My phone is in my bedroom charging.”

Fury nodded, staring at Maria who was still refusing to look at him. He knew you were old enough not to need him watching your back but you were his little girl - despite being Maria’s age - and he was going to look out for you.

“Agent Hill,” he said, finally garnering her attention.

“Sir?” she answered, anxiety soaking that one word like a torrential rain.

“You better take care of my daughter,” he warned calmly, “And don’t let this affect anything at work. Your personal lives are your own but don’t bring them into the job.”

Maria nodded, relief flooding her. She’d been terrified he’d forbid you from seeing her or that it would jeopardize her position but clearly that wasn’t the case.

Fury’s attention fell upon you and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m happy for you, (Y/N). Agent Hill is a good woman. I hope she’ll make you happy.”

You walked over to Fury and tossed your arms around him. “She does. She really does,” you whispered.

He nodded, hugging you for a moment. “I’m glad. And I’m sorry for crashing your evening. I was just worried.”

“I know. I probably would’ve been too,” you admitted as you let him go. “With our line of work...”

“Missed calls are never a good sign,” he finished, earning a chuckle from you. “Well, enjoy the rest of your night and I’ll see you both tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Agent Hill,” he teased as he left.

Maria’s face went red and you giggled.

“That went better than expected,” you said as you settled on the couch beside Maria.

“And you were worried,” Maria joked.

“So were you!”

Maria grinned, pecking your lips before throwing her arm around your shoulders. “Want to finish the movie?”

The mood had been effectively killed by your father but that was okay. A simple night in with your girlfriend, watching bad rom coms, sounded perfect because in this moment, your world was at peace and that’s all you cared about.

“Sounds great.”

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crybabytoy59 · 4 years

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The Meeting (reworking)

The Meeting, pt.2

After I swallowed down his “Gift” they put Mistress mummy's wet pissy pants back in my mouth putting the ball gag face harness over that, Mistress Mummy patted my head “Let’s Get her cleaned up Master Daddy” I was then moved? as the box lifted slightly I found it had wheels. Master Daddy pulled the face mask over as again I breathed in my mess from the box !

As I was wheeled along a corridor I watched Mistress Mummy in front of me I could make out her figure past the Tears as she strode along, she turned to open a door then spoke “Right Crybaby in we go let’s get you nice and clean ready for the evening's entertainment.. You sweetheart!” I was pushed into a wet room. It had a hoist from the ceiling with cuffs dangling from it, there was a large stand with two hot water bottles hanging upside down a clear tube from each led to an enema nozzle, they looked very full ! one was red the other black, on the stand was all manner of tubes and attachments. As I looked at them I felt the box open as Master Daddy removed the two top pieces, after that my arms were undone, as were my ankles from the wee saddle straps. Master Daddy then spoke to me “ Ok Crybaby Up you get and step out the “punishment box” as I did he started unstrapping the arm binder, as it came off Mistress Mummy came over after setting the shower temperature, she spoke to me “Now Crybaby let’s get You undressed stinky girlie Crybaby!” As I Was stripped to just my Tena and pads Master Daddy came over with a bucket setting it down beside me.

Mistress mummy pulled the disposable off throwing it into the bucket as Master Daddy put a wet towel over it, remarking “Clever girlie Crybaby That’s quite a good effort for a potty virgin ! Handies up in the air!”He then put my wrists in the cuffs, I slowly was hoisted to the balls of my feet by Mistress Mummy. They pushed me under the spray it felt lovely as Mistress Mummy lifted a pump spay then started at my neck spraying pink foam on me it smelled of strawberries. Once my whole body from the neck down was covered they lifted a shower head washing all the mess from me, I could no longer smell my own mess only the strawberries 🍓I started too relax my crying ebbing to light sobbing which they ignored.

Next I was pulled out the water as Mistress Mummy was spraying more pink foam on me, Master Daddy winched me off my feet by three inches I now hung by My arms whimpering.

Mistress Mummy put on rubber gloves then she started massaging the pink foam on me, my crotch got her attention as did my rear this made me Very excited, this too Was simply ignored by them. Master Daddy pushed me back under the water as it fell over me I now felt different much more sensitive to the water as I noticed Mistress Mummy at the controller the water was getting much hotter as my skin stared to turn red.

Master Daddy was wheeling over the stand with the two hot water bottles hanging from it!! Mistress mummy took the tube from him put an arm around me then spoke “Open your leggies Wide Crybaby! “ as I did she pushed the lubricated plug inside me, I now felt the hot flow inside me filling me “Clever girlie Crybaby close your leggies ankles together feeties facing outwards then Do Not Move !!!”.....they spoke quietly together then Mistress mummy left the room. This was the first time I had been alone with Master Daddy he rubbed my filling tummy then spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby filling up nicely, Ok lets you and I have a wee talk...Mistress Mummy and I are going to do some Very WKD things to you next! none of which You Crybaby will find enjoyable, but as I want You to please Mistress mummy Every time she asks you “would her Crybaby like a rest” You Will Say No Thank You Mistress Mummy I am a Naughty Crybaby please continue!....Do I Make Myself Clear?? (I nodded) If Crybaby You disobey Me on this I will take you to “the quiet room” and punish You untill You pass out Is That Clear!!!” (I nodded) Clever girlie Crybaby then we will get on fine You and I , Now lets give this a wee hand “ Master Daddy took the bag pushed the last into me rapidly as he did Mistress Mummy came back in with my dress and various items of bondage gear....Master Daddy patted my rear then slowly removed the nozzle from my rear “leggies tight together feeties outwards you have permission to empty Crybaby!” I did not need a second telling ! it flowed down the rear of my legs as it did Master Daddy sprayed the pink foam over me, then Mistress Mummy pushed the second tube up inside me this one felt strange cooler than the first as it went in I felt strange like everything was slowing down, I was very aware of everything I could hear my own breath every sound they made?

Mistress Mummy loved this part a good friend who was a nurse made up the enema mix a thick gel full of drugs, First was a mental stimulus that made the Slave very aware, next was a powerful diuretic & a laxative that would bring constant liquid movement for 8 hours, a salt & minerals mix would keep the Slave hydrated and able to cry tears for prolonged periods, lastly was a nerve drug that made the nerve endings Very sensitive.

She smiled to hubby as the last of the gel made its way into her New Toys intestines, she was now soaking wet & feeling flush holding Still for a moment to let the urge to climax pass !! The look in his eyes telling her the drugs were in his system!!

As the last drained into him she removed the plug hanging it up on the stand,Mistress Mummy Spoke “Ok Sweetheart I want you to hold that in for five more minutes (she looked at the clock talking to her hubby as five mins passed) Ok now you have permission to go....Do it slowly for us ....that’s the way good Crybaby Slowly! that’s a Clever girlie are you done ?” (I nodded) Well Done Crybaby lets get you dressed”

What happened next confused me ? They dried me very gently being ever so kind as Mistress mummy lifted the white silk petticoat on me. It was then I realised I had no hair what so ever from my neck down ! she told me how cute I was teasing me over my nipples playfully, the pvc pink maids dress followed then a black under bust corset this she put on not too tightly next came a pink leather garter this looked like a climbing harness? A wide waist band with thigh cuffs connected via hip straps. Then came pink tights with frilly tops followed by cuffs at my ankles and knees in pink. Master Daddy came over and took the ball gag out as he did Mistress mummy lifted my chin up putting a posture collar on me tightly this made me Look upwards it was a severe item with a metal rod that was adjustable to force the head backwards ....they both seemed pleased with me...I was still feeling strange as I heard there voices so loud in my head Mistress Mummy Spoke first “Clever girlie Crybaby you look lovely so let’s get you to the playroom as You sweetheart have an appointment with the Naughty chair!” They both laughed..Master Daddy spanked me firmly making me gasp as I felt he had spanked me with a paddle but it was only his hand ? He spoke to me “Remember what I Told You Crybaby!....or Fucking Else ...Move Crybaby Pain Toy..follow Mistress Mummy!!” I was led back to the dungeon....tearing up.....as I entered the dungeon there was a frame that loosely resembled a chair it had a single leg too it’s center from this was a 360deg swivel that could also be tilted, the seat base had two leather covered pads on two curved outward runners at the center it had a shaft this had an oval pad just off the base ten inches, master daddy patted the chair “Up you get Crybaby kneel on these pads & bend over the big pad Crybaby.....clever girlie hurry up we don’t have all night!” As I straddled the chair my tummy rested on the pad, they set about strapping me to the chair by my calf’s then my upper thighs, once done Mistress Mummy spoke “Take a deep breath Crybaby & hold it in, then when I Tell You exhale Fully !” As I did I felt the corset tightening around my waist! She barked at me “Exhale Crybaby! More let it All out !.... Clever girlie!... again!...Deep Breath... Clever girlie exhale Now !... clever girlie that’s it pant through it ! As You are taking this Crybaby!” I was now taking short breaths due to the restrictions of the corset narrowing my waist!....Master Daddy spoke to me “Handies behind your back Crybaby..clever girlie that’s the way!” I had a spreader bar fitted then I felt my arms being pulled upwards, I started whimpering then spoke “please I can’t go any further.. please Master Daddy!” He stopped,as I did he spanked me firmly “Open You’re Mouth Wide!!” Mistress Mummy had a gag it was shaped like a cock 4” long Down turned the end looked to be full of holes.

It was part of a lower jaw mask made from pink rubber, it went over my nose she pulled the two half’s tightly behind my head inserting the nostril ovals!

Looking at me with a WKD grin she spoke “Now Crybaby tell me have You ever been force Fed?...(I shook my head) Aaawww Clever girlie Crybaby...Hear that Master Daddy Crybaby is a feeder virgin...Don’t fret Crybaby we’re going to change that Now sweetheart!!”

Mistress mummy pulled over a small cart it had a blender on it, beside that was what looked like a water gun with a clear tube from it? Next too that was a plate it had a chocolate cake a bowl of Raw sprouts a can of dog food & four eggs, she cut the cake in half putting it in the blender followed by half of the rest of the ingredients! A flick of the blender and it all turned to a mushy brown/green liquid, .this was poured into the gun..She spoke to Master Daddy “”Ok Master Daddy Hold Her headie Still!” I felt my head held firm from behind as Mistress mummy attached the tube from the gun she then pushed the handle hard ! The goo flowed up the clear pipe then enter my mouth,I swallowed the first mouth full ! It was Not very pleasant as my taste buds picked out the variety of foods...she spoke to me “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it sweetheart swallowing your feed for us...Ok here we Go!!” She pushed the plunger with all her might! I Suddenly had to swallow at an alarming rate with no time for breath over and over I swallowed as I fought the urge for air as the last of it filled my stomach! Mistress Mummy seemed Very pleased as she returned to the blender filling the second batch, I was whimpering as I felt very full, Master Daddy still held my head, Mistress Mummy looked over at me then spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby eating All your Num’Nums.....would our Crybaby like a wee rest ?” I felt Master Daddy grip tighter..I knew what he wanted...I muffed past the feeder gag “No Mistress Mummy I have been a naughty Baby please can I have More ”.....she looked at me again “what Crybaby...Don’t You want a wee rest? Do You Want Mistress Mummy to feed you more? ( I nodded) Very well!... Clever girlie Crybaby..Master Daddy can you hand me the flask please!” I felt my head being let go as Master Daddy went to her with a steel flask she poured it in the blender putting the top on, Mistress Mummy hit the switch as she did she kissed Master Daddy then spoke to him “Put Crybaby in the head harness with her headie fully back!” Master Daddy came over as my face suddenly changed tears running down my face he spoke to her...”Mistress mummy I think Crybaby has worked out what flask I gave you” as Master Daddy strapped my head back tightly, Mistress Mummy came over with the gun.....she spoke “Crying won’t stop us sweetheart..Now I want this kept Down Don’t Dare Bring this Back Up Or You Will Be Punished Severely Crybaby!....in we go Sweetheart Swallow..Clever girlie that’s a good toilet girlie!!”......(Mistress Mummy nodded over my shoulder) Clever girlie Crybaby..Master Daddy has something for you Sweetheart!” I felt something at my rear slowly pushing into me ! As Master Daddy started to lift me slightly in the bonds, Suddenly he started thrusting slow long thrusts ..”Clever girlie Crybaby you swallow for Mistress Mummy as Master Daddy fills this end toilet girlie Crybaby that’s it Cry for us..Come on Crybaby CRY LOUDER!” Suddenly he started thrusting so hard the frame shook....Mistress Mummy pushed hard on the plunger.....as I swallowed hard to keep up, Master Daddy started spanking me!....as he did the door opened & a much younger girl walked in she was Asian around 5’4” slim built with jet black hair she was dressed in a red rubber uniform, she was carrying a black leather draw string bag, Mistress Mummy spoke to her “Hi D you just timed that perfect Crybaby is just on her second feeding..as you can see Master Daddy is giving her a hard time !” They all giggled as Master Daddy stopped briefly to kiss this new girl, then simply resumed fucking me...Mistress Mummy emptying the last of the gun in me spoke “Well Done Crybaby...Now this is Mistress D But you will call her Mistress Nanny, we have invited her over to help us tonight as Crybaby we are going to take shifts punishing You as sleeping will not be an option for You this weekend, I want every ounce of emotional destruction from You Crybaby! Mistress Nanny is going to help me with your first punishment (she was tucking my huge dress into the belt on the corset front) we are going to put Some nice large needles in those cute Baby’balls of Yours !” Just as she spoke Master Daddy tensed Up! Climaxed inside me....I Did Cry much harder....as Master Daddy wiped my rear with a small cloth catching his deposit! Then putting on a robe he spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby that was fun..Now Remember What I Told You..” he kissed them both and left to shower....”Mistress Nanny put a leather roll on the trolley slowly opening it..inside were rows of needles some up too 6” in length ! Mistress Mummy sprayed my balls with alcohol it felt very cold.......Both of them put on rubber gloves...as Mistress Mummy undid the feeder gag she spoke “Let’s Get You gagged so you don’t disturb Us as we punish You Crybaby..Open Wide....I Said Wide Crybaby!!” She pushed some kind of wax soaked cloth into each cheek then forced the cloth Master Daddy had wiped me with between them over my tongue so I could taste him!! Then she put a strap too the head harnessing over the wad gagging,

Next she wound a steel ring around the base of my cock pulling a strap to separate my balls in two, she nodded to Mistress Nanny who spoke to me “Now Crybaby Sweetheart Take a big Deep Breath and hold it in please Clever girlie Crybaby In we go!” I screamed into the gagging such was the pain from the needle passing through my right ball !!

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erin-bo-berin · 5 years

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Storytime

Hello, here comes another Spencer fic. This one is so super long I’m sorry, but I had this idea of each part being told like a story by Spencer. Plus I was a up in my feels writing this one with the Spencer fluff and kids and the team being such a family. Anyway one thing before you begin: I added Savannah and Morgan to the current cast mix just because I wanted to switch it up and make it to where he was around when this certain event happens to Spencer. It just seemed right. Okay, if you manage to read this monster long fic, you’re the absolute best. Enjoy and have some great Spencer feels!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Word Count: 7,635

Rating: Mature (some smut)

You grunted as your back hit the wall with a thud, but you didn’t let it distract you. Your lips found your boyfriend’s again, kissing him hard. His hands gripped the back of your thighs as he held you up against the wall.

Spencer had been gone on two back to back cases causing the two of you not to be able to see each other for 2 weeks. All your pent up sexual frustration was now bubbling to the surface as you roughly tried to get his clothes off as fast as you could.

“Easy there,” he chuckled, aiding your fumbling hands.

“Why do you have to wear so many damn layers,” you complained, ridding of his suit jacket only to realize there were at least two more layers to remove.

He grinned, kissing you again. You’d missed him in more ways than physically of course, but you’d been so worked up while he was gone and nothing was cutting it. You practically jumped him the minute he walked in the door. Not that he seemed to mind because he was here pressing you against the wall, kissing you just as fervently as you were him. You could already feel his own arousal pressing against your leg.

“I missed you so much,” he mumbled when you’d parted for him to lift your shirt over your head, a smirk momentarily gracing his lips when he noticed your lack of bra.

“Naughty girl.”

“Saves time.” Your hand found his hair and pulled him back to your lips, resuming your heated kiss.

One hand snaked up your stomach to your breasts, gripping and massaging causing you to moan in his mouth. Your body seemed hypersensitive to his touch after being without it for a few weeks.

“All this. Off. Now.”

You tore off his cardigan and tie tossing them to the side. You were tempted to rip his button down apart just to get it off, but barely managed to contain yourself since you knew it was one of his favorite shirts. You felt like a caged animal, felt like you were going to crawl out of your skin your need for him was so bad.

He sat you down and pulled you towards the bed, you discarding the bottom half of his clothing. He sat back on the bed, propped against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, his lips attaching to your neck. His hands moved their way down your back, thumbs hooking into the waist of your shorts, removing them and your underwear in one motion. Normally both of you spent more time teasing each other and fooling around, but right now you didn’t have the patience for that.

“I want you so bad,” you half said, half moaned as he sucked on the one spot of your neck that only he knew drove you wild.

“Tonight I’m all yours,” he whispered, his grip on your hips helping position you perfectly.

You sank down on him slowly just enjoying the feeling of him filling you once again. You could already feel your skin heat up, your combined moans filling the air. You bit your lip as you began moving your hips at a quicker pace than you had begun at.

“So. Good,” he gritted out.

Your back arched when his mouth came in contact with one breast, his hand kneading the other. Your hand tangled in his curls where it always seems to migrate and try to coax him back to your lips. You kiss him briefly before reaching above him and grabbing onto the headboard, moving harder and faster on him desperate to feel every inch of him. A ragged moan escapes you when his upward thrusts perfectly match your own, hitting spots that you didn’t even know existed until now.

“Fuck Spencer, fuck yes,�� you groan feeling your climax just around the corner.

Hearing a dull thud, you peer down at him to see his head against the headboard, face contorted in pure bliss, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth for just a second until a low groan erupts from him. His grip on your hips tightens and you can tell he’s not far off either.

“Eyes on me baby,” he rasps and your gaze finds his.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” His teeth scrape his bottom lip and you notice a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead that’s covered in a slight sheen.

“I want to see you completely wrecked cause of me.”

You’re so focused on his face that you don’t realize when one hand has moved territory and his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. It’s seconds before your release comes crashing down on you and as much as you try to keep your eyes on his face, you can’t help when they squeeze close, the pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.

Your name falling from his lips as he completely lets himself go is like music to your ears. His fingers dig into your hips so hard you’re sure they’ll leave bruises, but at the moment you couldn’t care. You vaguely feel the familiar warmth along your inner thighs when he pulls you down to kiss you.

After a short, chaste kiss he whispers against your lips, “What would you say to trying some actual wall sex?”

•••

Your head was spinning as you paced back and forth, the linoleum floor blurred in your vision. Your panic kept rising the longer you waited.

You had been home, in bed, sick as a dog. You’d caught the flu from Spencer who’d just gotten over it himself last week and was currently back at work in the field. You were halfway watching a cooking competition on TV which was probably the worst idea since you were fighting off nausea, already having thrown up twice that morning.

As usual, Spencer called to check on you a few hours earlier as the team was just starting a new day, still working on their case that was thankfully local. He’d been the best at working long hours only to come home with more ginger ale or medicine for you and try to take care of you.

When your phone had rung, you grabbed it expecting it to be another typical Spencer check in; not that you minded that one bit.

“Hey Spencer,” you smiled slightly, just the knowledge that hearing his voice made you feel a bit better.

“Y/N, it’s Emily.”

You sat straight up in bed. So quickly your head swam for a moment. It was rare that Emily Prentiss, Spencer’s boss called. Sure you were friendly, but you weren’t exactly at the point of random phone calls just to chat.

“Emily, hi. Is something wrong?”

You heard an intake of breath from the other side of the line before she said, “Spencer’s been shot.”

You don’t remember much of what happened next. Somehow you managed to get to your car and rush to the hospital although you didn’t have much memory of it. You didn’t care that you were sick, you didn’t care that you’d probably ran every red light on the way to the hospital all you knew was that you had to get there now.

You’d been pacing the length of the waiting room for 15 minutes, still trying to process what had happened. You hadn’t seen Spencer, you hadn’t heard anything from the doctor, you didn’t know what was going on. All you knew was what Emily and JJ had explained to you the moment you got there.

“What happened?!” Was the first thing you said when you saw Jennifer Jareau already there, Emily and the rest of the team there and waiting as well.

“He was talking down an unsub,” Emily began.

“Everything was going well, but the victim tried to run and the unsub retaliated and shot at us. Spencer got hit in the stomach,” JJ finished.

“Why wasn’t he wearing a vest? W-why wasn’t he?!”

You were trying to remain calm but the dam had broke and your tears had come, turning into heaving sobs as JJ wrapped her arms around you.

He had been the one to go in to attempt to talk down the unsub. To do that with this particular one, he had taken off his vest and left his gun behind so he was seen as no threat to him. Danger was part of the job, you knew, but up until this point nothing this severe had happened to your boyfriend.

“He’s in surgery right now,” Morgan said, “Me and Matt were just going to check and see if there were any updates.”

You nodded, trying to wipe your face as you sat down in a chair, a fresh stream of tears already replacing the ones you’d wiped away.

Luke crouched in front you, hand on your knee, “Can I get you anything? Maybe some water?”

You nodded again, whispering a thanks to him as he too left to fetch you a bottle of water.

“He’s a tough kid, Y/N,” Rossi said, watching you.

You looked up at him and sniffled.

“He’s like a son to me,” he continued, “And I’ve seen a strength in him that I think even he doesn’t realize he has.”

You smiled, laughing a little through your tears.

“I know. I’ve always told him he’s the strongest person I know.”

“He’s going to pull through this,” Tara reassured you as well.

JJ had taken your hand, holding it tight in yours. She was his best friend, you knew that she understood the pain you were currently feeling. In fact, all the people in this room knew. You were grateful that you didn’t have to shoulder this alone.

You looked up as last but not least, the only missing member from the team came in, tissues in hand. Penelope sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of you and hugged you tight. She handed you the tissues without a word before taking your other hand in hers and squeezing it gently.

An hour had passed with no updates and you’d begun pacing across the room. It felt like the room kept getting hotter and sweat was pouring down your face. You’d already had to dash to the bathroom once to vomit in your time being here. You tried to convince the rest of the team to keep their distance since you were sick, but they refused to leave your side.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” JJ asked watching you pace.

“Honey, you’re sweating buckets,” Penelope said, handing you a tissue which you wiped your face with.

“I’m fine. I just want to know if Spencer is okay.”

You stopped pacing to face the two women.

“And I’m not going home. I’m his girlfriend. I should be here too.”

“But you look-” Penelope began.

“Like shit,” Morgan finished, earning him a hit on the arm from Garcia.

“I’m not leaving.”

The room seemed to spin around you and your arms flew out, trying to balance yourself.

“Whoa, Y/N. You alright?” JJ’s brow furrowed.

You looked at them, your vision beginning to blur. In a snap second the world tilted and you felt yourself begin to fall, the room turning on its side as your knees gave out. The last thing you heard was shouting before you completely lost consciousness.

When you woke up, bright fluorescent lights shone above you. You squinted in the brightness, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

“Oh thank heavens you’re awake!”

You turned to see Penelope at your side, a relieved expression on her face.

“What happened?” you croaked, your throat dry. You noted that you felt like you could drink a gallon of water. Possibly two.

“You fainted.”

“Where am I? How’s Spence?!” You look around and for the first time notice an IV in your hand, the pole and a bag of clear liquid next to the head of the bed.

“In an emergency room wing. Derek carried you here and Savannah cleared a room for you immediately so you could get checked out. Spencer is fine. He’s out of surgery.”

You sighed in relief, practically sagging back against the hospital bed pillow.

“Can I see him?”

“Not now. He hasn’t woken up yet and besides Savannah said you needed to stay here and rest. Before she left she said the doctor would be in shortly to speak with you. How do you feel?”

Assessing yourself, you realize you feel better than you have in days.

“A little sore but okay, I think. What’s this for?” you nod to the IV.

“I’m not sure, I finally just got permission to come see you. Apparently they were running a few quick tests.”

As if on cue, you heard a shuffle of shoes on the floor and the curtain pulled back to reveal a middle aged male doctor with a kind looking face.

“Good evening ma’am, I’m Dr. Reed.”

Your eyebrows shot up and Penelope stifled a laugh into her hand.

“Everything okay?” He glanced at her, looking confused.

“It’s just that her-”

“Everything’s fine,” you cut her off. The sooner you could get out of here and see Spencer, the better.

“Am I free to go now? I feel fine and my boyfriend just had surgery and I want to be with him.” You tried to move to get out of the bed suddenly remembering the IV.

“Miss Y/L/N, you need to rest for a little longer. You were severely dehydrated and we had to give you an IV to get fluids back into your system.”

“I mean, I do have the flu so that’s not entirely shocking. I haven’t been able to keep much down the last few days.”

One of his eyebrows rose as he studied you.

“So you’ve been vomiting a lot lately?”

You nod.

“Has it just started or have there been other incidents?”

“No it only started after I caught the flu from my boyfriend.”

“I see. Have you found yourself to be overly fatigued? Or sore?”

You thought about it, remembering the other day how you’d been so exhausted you went to bed for the night at 6 in the evening. You also had experienced body aches, but hadn’t thought much of either.

“Yes. Why?”

He thumbed through a few papers on the clipboard he was carrying.

“We did some blood work when you first got here, to make sure you weren’t having a diabetic episode or something just as severe.”

“Uh huh,” you listened, clearly not following.

A smile crossed his face before he said, “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Your eyes widened and jaw dropped. You looked over and saw Penelope mirroring your same expression. Of all things, it was the last thing you had expected.

“Oh my god Y/N!” Penelope squealed, grabbing your hand as it sunk in what the doctor had just announced.

“Wait,” she said, noticing your lack of excitement, “This is good, right?”

“Of course. I’m just, wow. I’m just in shock,” you chuckled, “I had no idea.”

“Would you like to see your baby?” the doctor asked.

You broke into a grin, your heart swelling in your chest at the sound.

“Yes.”

Fifteen minutes later, the ultrasound probe was gliding over your stomach and you were staring in awe at your baby on the screen. You and Spencer’s baby.

“Oh my god,” you said, turning to Penelope who was at your side, watching with you, “How do I tell Spencer? What if he’s mad? What if he doesn’t-”

“Y/N,” Penelope stopped you mid-sentence, “I’ve known Reid for over a decade. I don’t know anyone who’s better with kids than him. He’s wanted kids for so long. He’s going to be over the moon.”

You relaxed a bit, smiling at the thought.

“You think?”

“I know,” she smiled.

“It looks like you’re about 12 weeks,” the ultrasound technician announced, “Everything looks good. Just start taking your prenatals immediately and the doc said after your IV bag is empty, you’re free to go see that boyfriend of yours.”

She handed you the ultrasound picture and you smiled, running your fingers over the black and white image.

“Congratulations, again,” she smiled.

“You’re pregnant?!” JJ exclaimed, hands coming up over her mouth in surprise as she grinned behind them.

“Shh!” you grinned in return.

You and Penelope had left the ER an hour later after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting for your IV to drain. You were now just down the hall from Spencer’s room where he had just woken up a few minutes before. Thankfully, JJ had been there when he had although you felt guilty that you weren’t there too.

“I don’t want him to hear. I have to tell him still, obviously,” you chuckled.

“Congrats!” she hugged you tightly and you two swayed back and forth for a moment.

“How is he?” you asked, concern replacing your previous excitement.

“Tired, sore. Asking for you,” she said, nudging you in the direction of his room, “We’ll give you some privacy.”

“But I wanted to see his reaction!” You heard Penelope whine as the two of them headed in the opposite direction towards the waiting room.

You walked into his room and felt your heart leap seeing his face immediately brighten at the sight of you.

“Hey, you,” you said, going over and hugging him gently.

“I heard what happened. Are you okay?” He asked, pulling away and holding your arms, searching your face.

You laugh, shaking your head.

“You just got shot, had surgery and you’re asking me if I’M okay?”

He nodded, “I was worried when I heard what happened. Why aren’t you at home resting?”

“You were shot, I had to be here. You scared the shit out of me by the way.”

One side of his mouth turned up in a small smile, “Sorry about that.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” you laced your fingers through his, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“Y/N, you were in the ER. I think you get a pass on that one,” he laughed, then winced, pressing a hand into his stomach.

“Easy, take it easy okay?”

He nodded, laying back, eyes on you as you sat in the chair next to his bed.

“So what happened? Did they just give you some medicine or something?”

“Well they did some blood work and hooked me up to an IV of fluids. Apparently I was really dehydrated.”

His frown continued to deepen as you continued talking.

“But you’re alright now, right?”

“Yes. No. Well, technically yes.”

“Y/N, I know I’m a genius, but that didn’t make sense, even to me.”

You snorted, amazed how even in a hospital bed he never failed to make you smile with his immense knowledge and total Spencer Reid wit.

“I just..I have something to tell you. I just don’t know how to say it.”

“You’re leaving me for Morgan aren’t you?” he joked, deadpan.

“Spencer!” you laughed, exasperated.

“Sorry, continue.”

He smiled at you, waiting for you to continue. Just looking at his bright smile made all your earlier worries and concerns disappear in an instant. This was the man you loved, the love of your life. You couldn’t think of anyone you’d want to share something so precious, more than with Spencer.

“I’m pregnant.”

You bit your lip to hide the growing smile that came when his eyes lit up, his smile growing so wide it could light a darkened room.

“You are?!”

He reached for you, kissing you as tears began to fall from your eyes again. This time happy ones, relieved ones and somehow he just knew what they represented.

“Do you want to see the ultrasound picture?” you asked when you pulled away, reaching to get it.

You handed him the small square and watched his face brighten even more so as he looked at the little bean in the picture. His fingers stroked the image delicately, then looked up at you.

“I’m going to teach little one so much,” he said, then launched into an infamous ramble of all the things he couldn’t wait to share with your child.

He was going to be an amazing dad.

•••

“What do you think? Purple, blue or green? Or all 3?”

You and Spencer were currently sitting in the middle of the room that was to become to the nursery. He was currently working on the crib while you scrolled through baby items on your phone, getting ideas for nursery colors and decorations.

“Baby, I don’t think she’s gonna care what colors of elephants or pandas or whatever animals you’re thinking about will be on her walls,” Spencer shrugged.

You smiled, a hand running absently over your now prominent bump. Just last month you’d found out you were expecting a sweet little girl. Spencer had been over the moon once again to know he was going to have a little daddy’s girl. He was for sure going to be wrapped around her little finger.

“I know. I just want it to be nice for her.”

He sat back, pushing up his glasses as he looked at the instructions again. You loved when he was more or less bumming it. He was still in his pajamas which consisted of sweats and a t-shirt, his curls a little more unruly than normal and of course, was sporting his glasses. If you thought he looked good put together, he was even more stunning now.

“It will be.” He smiled over at you, watching you scrolling through more pictures.

“There’s just way too many options and things to consider,” you groaned, setting your phone aside, scooting closer to him to lay your head on his shoulder, “I’m just so stressed.”

He kissed the top of your head, putting a hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

“You don’t care what your room looks like do you, baby girl?” He leaned down to kiss your bump, continuing, “It could be purple and yellow polka dotted. Is that what you want?”

“Spencer!” you laugh, shoving him a bit, “We are NOT putting our baby in a hideous nursery.

He grinned, returning to putting the crib back together.

“You know, we still have to decide on a name for her.”

“I know,” you sighed.

Both of you had yet to decide on a name. You’d been back and forth going through more names than you could even remember. You thought for a little bit you’d had a winner when you both decided you’d like to name her Diana, after his mother. Unfortunately, his mom didn’t like the idea. She said her granddaughter better have her own name, so back to the drawing board it was.

“I’m just so stressed over trying to put the nursery together, getting the house set up, trying to think of baby names. She’s only gonna be here in 3 months!”

Since Spencer’s apartment was no longer big enough for your growing family, he’d found a house. Fortunately, it was even closer to work, than his old apartment was. The downside of the new house was having to unpack everything, all in the midst of preparing for a baby.

“What if JJ, Garcia and Savannah helped with the nursery?” he asked, looking over at you while he screwed a bolt into one of the crib legs.

“I couldn’t ask them to do that.”

“That’s the thing,” he said, pushing his hair back out of his face with one hand, “I’ve been meaning to tell you. They’ve been asking me if they could. Kind of as a present from the BAU, in a way.”

“Really?” You smiled, heart swelling in gratitude to the amazing people he worked with.

He nodded, “Garcia has been practically begging me to do it anyway. Besides JJ and Savannah also have knowledge of nursery decorating anyway.”

“That would be amazing. And so much help.”

“You hear that sport? Your aunties are gonna fix up your room for you.”

As if an answer, she kicked right into his hand.

“Okay, okay. Close your eyes.”

“Garcia they are closed!” you grinned.

It was 3 weeks later when you finally were getting the nursery reveal. After giving them the okay, the trio of ladies had swooped in to begin working, never once letting you catch a peek. Of course Spencer had seen as he’d been there throughout the entire process yet he was tight lipped, insisting that it was supposed to be a surprise.

“You ready?” JJ asked, squeezing your arm.

“Yes, show me!”

You heard the door open and you opened your eyes, immediately gasping at the beautiful room that stood in front of you.

“Guys,” you gaped, amazed, “I love it so much.”

The carpet was a creamy white, the walls were painted a light turquoise blue. On one accent wall there were light pink flowers painted. The crib, which was white like the matching furniture in the room—a rocking chair, dresser and changing table—sat under her name painted on the wall with gold stars surrounding it. It was amazing that you’d managed to finally decide on a name and apparently just in time for the girls to add a special touch to her nursery.

Above the crib hung a gold star mobile. The bedding was light pink and turquoise and a turquoise blanket was folded neatly and placed on the railing. Inside sat a white, bunny plushie. On a third wall, there was gold and white shelves with a few stuffed animals, some bunny figurines and other little knick knacks that definitely had Penelope written all over it; including a little unicorn.

The final wall held a set of decorative pictures in pink, white and gold. There were four in total. One said, “We love you to the moon and back”. Next to it, the second was a picture of a gold glittering moon surrounded by baby pink stars. The third directly below the first said, “Dream big little one”, followed by the fourth picture; a baby pink cloud raining gold stars.

You noticed a gold tin bucket sitting next to the chair, filled with tons of books, some you’d bought and some you sure were passed along from JJ’s and Savannah’s boys.

The curtains were the matching pale pink of the rest of the pink in the room and to top it all off, the overhead light had been replaced with a gold chandelier with the designs of flowers and stars on it.

It was everything you could have dreamed for a nursery and you were positive your joy showed on your face as each woman hugged you, chatting away about one thing or another about the room.

You took another look around, only about the millionth time you’d looked around awestruck. As you felt arms wrap around you from behind and a kiss drop down on the top of your head, you knew what it was about the room that left you so breathless. It felt so right being in here, like everything was just about to fall in place.

It was perfect.

•••

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Spencer asked for the fifth time.

“I can ask Emily to come home early and not work this case. You know she’d understand,” he continued.

“Spence, I’m fine. You made me stay with Penelope anyway so I wouldn’t be alone. Besides if you came home, your mind would be on the case anyway. It’s better if you stay.”

You heard his exhale of defeat.

“Okay. Can I talk to her?”

“You’re on speaker, so she can hear you,” you grinned.

“Hi baby girl. You be good for mommy okay? No coming out until after daddy gets back alright?”

You rubbed your stomach, feeling a hard kick.

“She can definitely hear you. She’s kicking up a storm.”

Your due date was days away and with no progress in your dilation, your doctor was pretty sure you’d have to be induced soon. As a result, you had told Spencer to join the team on the current case in California. He went with one condition: that you’d stay with Garcia, both at the BAU and her apartment until he got home.

“I love my daddy’s girl.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“She definitely loves you too,” you chuckled, “Be safe okay?”

“I will. Rest up. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

After hanging up, you settled yourself in a rolling chair of Garcia’s.

“Sorry to be an intrusion.”

“Don’t be silly. Besides I have an excuse to take breaks for baby kicks,” she beamed.

“Well you’re in luck,” you laughed, “She kicks up a storm almost every time she hears Spence.”

“She’s a total daddy’s girl isn’t she?” Penelope chuckled.

“Oh that’s a definite understatement.”

“I think she’s got him wrapped around her finger already. You and the baby are all he talks about anymore. I haven’t heard him utter more than a few statistics in weeks.”

Your eyebrows raised, “Are we sure we’re talking about the same Dr. Reid?”

Garcia nodded, “I’m sure. He loves you and this baby so much.”

You smile, feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks.

“I know him Y/N. He may not have always said it, but I know he’s wanted kids for a long, long time. Now that it’s happening I think some days he’s trying to make sure it’s actually real.”

“I know what you mean. Sometimes it doesn’t seem real to me either. Did he tell you he got her a onesie that says Daddy’s Little Genius?”

“He showed me,” she grinned, “Isn’t it adorable?”

You nodded, agreeing.

“I love it.”

Your eyes lit up when you feel her kicking and you grab Penelope’s hand, so she can feel.

“Auntie Penelope can’t wait to meet you sweet girl,” she beams, “Hurry up and come on out.”

“Please,” you half groan, half smile, “I’m so ready to have this baby.”

“Careful what you wish for,” she winked as her phone begins to ring.

“I better let you get to work.” You grab your paperback that you brought with you to read as you hear her answer.

“You’ve reached Penleope Garcia, house of knowledge, how may I assist you?”

It was after 2 in the afternoon when Penelope finally got a break.

“How you doing over there, baby mama?”

You stretch your stiff limbs, putting your book down. You’d fallen asleep in the chair while reading, without even realizing it. It was much harder to get comfortable nowadays with your much larger, nine month pregnant belly, resulting in not a lot of sleep for you at night.

“Ready to not feel like I swallowed an entire watermelon,” you grimace, stretching your back, “I’m so stiff and sore.”

“‘Fraid I can’t help you with that one hun,” she pats your arm as she moves her chair towards another computer, typing something.

“How’s the case going?”

“It’s going. No huge leads right now. Spencer called me about 5 times when you were napping, freaking out cause he couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry. I told him his baby and baby mama were sleeping peacefully next to me. The other four calls were just him checking in.”

Her phone rang and she glanced over at it, “Speaking of boy wonder.”

She answered and put it on speaker.

“Hello, Daddy Reid.”

“Garcia, is Y/N okay?”

She gives you a look as if to say, ‘you see what I deal with?’ before you answer.

“Hey Spence. I’m fine, okay?”

“Baby,” you hear the relief in his voice, “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I promise I am. You need to stop worrying okay? Just focus on the case. They need your head there. If anything happens, I will call you.”

You promise a few more times before he reluctantly hangs up.

“I have never seen him more panicked,” Penelope said.

“Well he is going to be a dad. But then again, some days he’s freaking out so much you’d think HE was the one having the baby.”

You feel a sharp pain in your stomach and groan, putting your hand on the spot.

“Speaking of, I think she just knows when someone is talking about her daddy,” you shake your head, exasperated.

“So, is there anything I can do to help you?” you ask, tired of sitting around and doing nothing.

“Honey, no. You’re going to rest okay?”

“Actually if you don’t mind, I’m just gonna go for a little walk around the building. I’m pretty sore from sitting.”

She nods and with a hand on your back, you start your walk of the halls of the BAU, hoping to work out the soreness. You’re not far into your walk when you feel liquid running down your leg. You stop looking down, afraid you’d wet yourself when another sharp pain hits. You grip the wall, bent over, grimacing as you try to breath through it.

“No, no, no. Not now. Please not now,” you groan, straightening back up, trying to simultaneously keep an eye on the time and make it back to Penelope’s office.

“Garcia,” you pant, slightly out of breath when you get to her office.

“What’s up sugar?”

She turns and eyes widen when she immediately spots your soaked jeans.

“Did your-”

“Water break? Yeah. Contractions are starting. I’m trying to time them. So far they’re not very long or close, so that’s a plus. Can you call Spence please?”

“On it.”

You feel another contraction and you groan, doubling over again, not expecting one again so soon.

“Penelope we gotta get to the hospital.”

“Come on. We’ll call him on the way.”

Fifteen minutes later you’re all set up in a birthing room, while Penelope is pacing at your bedside.

“Spencer Reid I swear if you leave me alone with your girlfriend while she gives birth, I will kill you! Okay I actually won’t, but you need to call me, ASAP.”

“Penelope,” you reached out for her arm, “Take a breath. You aren’t helping things.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she sits, “I just don’t know what to do in this situation and Spencer isn’t answering and he should be here for the birth of his child.”

“I know. The doctor said I’m only at 3 centimeters though and my contractions have stalled. He has time.”

As if on cue, Garcia’s phone rang. Putting it on speaker, Spencer spoke before she could.

“Y/N’s in labor?! I gotta get back home!”

“Calm down. Her contractions have slowed down for the moment and she’s only at 3 centimeters.”

“Okay, that should give me time to get home. Typically, most first time mothers can be in active labor for up to 24 hours. Some women are even in labor up to 36 hours.”

You whimpered, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Spencer, I love you but I doubt your girlfriend needs to hear that sort of thing right now.”

“Right. Sorry.” You can practically hear the wince in his voice. Typical Spencer.

“Anyway, Emily gave me the okay to leave obviously and told me to take the jet, that it would be quicker.”

“Okay, hurry. I don’t think I can handle this myself Spencer.”

“I’ll try my best,” was the last thing he said before the line went dead.

Hours passed and you kept dilating quicker it seemed. 3 centimeters became 4, then 5. Soon you were rewarded with the relief of an epidural and still no Spencer. Your physical pain turned to anxiety and then worry.

“Have you heard from him?” you asked Garcia for the hundredth time.

“Yeah, they’re just now taking off.”

“NOW?!”

“Something happened that he couldn’t take the jet, he had to get last minute tickets, there was traffic and he almost missed the plane. He should be here in about 6 hours.”

You groaned, “Remind me next time I’m having a baby just to go with him. At least if I go into labor he can deliver the baby.”

“Wait what?” she looked up at you, eyebrows raised.

“He memorized the delivery handbook when JJ was pregnant with Henry in case she went to labor in the field. He still remembers everything, of course.”

“Ah,” she nodded, “Get some rest sweetheart, the doc said that they’ll probably be in to check you here and there to see how you’re progressing, but it should be a little bit longer before you start pushing.”

“I don’t remember the doctor coming in lately.”

“Oh no, I meant Reid. That’s what he told me to tell you.”

“Gotcha. I think I will take a nap. Wake me up if anything changes.”

She promised she would and your eyes slide closed as your exhaustion takes over. In the midst of your sleep you hear different voices and vaguely remember being woke to be checked, but each time you fall back asleep.

It isn’t until some time later when you feel something brush your face that you stir awake once again. The first thing you see is Spencer next to your bed, smiling down at you as he strokes your hair.

His tie suit jacket is gone, tie loosened and shirt completely wrinkled. His hair is a mess and his prominent dark circles under his eyes look even darker, but you couldn’t be happier to see him.

“Spence,” you reached up to hug him, “You made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he pulled back and put his hand on your cheek.

“What time is it?” you asked, looking around the darkened room, also noticing Garcia was gone.

“A little after 2 in the morning. Garcia said you’ve been in labor for almost 12 hours so I sent her home. The case was just about wrapped up when I left and the team is flying out so they can be here in the morning.”

You smiled, overwhelmed with him finally being there with you and the love and support from his coworkers.

“Come here, sit down.” You scooted over so he could sit next to you in the hospital bed.

“I spoke to the doctor before coming in, he said he checked you half an hour ago and you were at 8 centimeters.”

You groaned, tired of waiting.

“I was halfway hoping I’d wake up and she’d been born already.”

“She’ll be here soon. She was just waiting for daddy. Are you in any pain?”

You shake your head.

“Thankfully not much. I got my epidural and only really feel very mild contractions. Much better than what it had been.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, glad to be in his arms again. Your fingers lace with his.

“Will you tell me about the case while we wait?”

“Okay well, there’d been four homicides in the San Francisco area. 3 women, 1 man.”

The two of you sat talking as you waited to become completely dilated. You knew that pain was involved with labor, but you never realized how much waiting was involved too.

“Why does dilation take so loooong?” you whined, “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Well the average time for first time mothers can be 8 hours but that’s just the average. Usually dilation from 7 to 10 centimeters can take as short as 30 minutes to 2 hours but other women can have stalling and take a bit longer. Unfortunately, you seem to be in the latter category.”

“Well I know one thing’s for sure. There’s no other mother here that has a boyfriend or husband that can spout facts to her about her own delivery like you can,” you said.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up him and see his face has turned serious. Serious and concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad? I-I don’t have much to go on, you know with not having a dad around most of my life…” Spencer trailed off, swallowing hard, “I just want to be the father that I never had.”

It was rare that he spoke about his emotions let alone his insecurities, so having him be so vulnerable in front of you now, especially during such an intimate event as the birth of your baby, made you love him even more. You watched him, his hazel eyes full of worry.

“Spencer, you’ll be an amazing dad. You’re so full of love and compassion and care for the people you love. You’ve already loved our little girl endlessly since the moment you’ve found out about her. She’s going to grow up knowing she has the greatest, smartest and most supportive dad. You’ll teach her new things, always encourage her to go after what she loves and support her through whatever life brings her. You are not and never will be like your father. You have too big of a heart to be like him. She doesn’t comprehend it yet, but she loves you so much already. And I love you so much.”

He’d been watching you throughout your entire ramble. But when you finished, you see him biting back a smile. He kissed your hand—the one that didn’t have the IV in it—before kissing you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “You’re amazing in more ways than one.”

It takes another few hours before the doctor declares it's time to push. Your hand is in Spencer’s, more nervous than you had been this entire time. The room bustles with a few nurses and the doctor preparing everything for the birth of the baby. As much as nerves take over your senses, so does excitement. Spencer is beside you and you’re both about to meet your baby. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d want to experience such an amazing thing with.

“You ready to have this baby?” He smiles at you, your grip slightly tightening in his.

“I’m ready.”

•••

“It took mommy almost TWO hours to push you out. Two hours! You were a stubborn little thing.”

You’d fallen asleep after the chaos of giving birth had died down. You were able to see her immediately, as nurses wrapped her in a quick towel temporarily so you could hold her before she was taken to be examined. Spencer was in complete awe. He later told you he’d never seen something so amazing. You fell asleep while he fed her and had woken up 15 minutes ago. Since your back was to them, you’d been secretly listening to him talk to your daughter telling her everything from when she was first conceived up until she was delivered, just hours ago.

You turned over, stiffly, wincing.

“Did you really just tell our daughter how she was created?”

“Not specific details. She’s too innocent for all that, but it was important to the story,” Spencer grinned, “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, sore, happy.”

“You did amazing, Y/N,” he smiled down at the small 6 pound, 8 ounce bundle in his arms, “She’s amazing too.”

“How is she?”

“Took her bottle like a champ, took a nap and I’ve been telling her her very first story. The story of her.”

Your heart melts watching him cradle her. Sure enough, she’s wide awake, a hand curled around his finger and staring up at her daddy. Spencer moves to sit on the edge of your bed and you reach out to stroke her cheek.

“I can’t believe she’s here,” he said, watching as she moved her little arm out of the swaddle and cooed.

“You’re already wrapped around her finger, literally,” you chuckled, pointing to her grasp still on his finger, “I can’t blame you for being totally in love.”

“Well I’ve always been in love,” Spencer said, looking over at you, kissing your cheek.

“I’m just MORE in love now.”

“Touché.”

You sit watching the two of them in silence, not sure how or when this became your life, but happy that it did. He catches you watching and his face breaks into one of his infamous big smiles, the one that makes his eyes crinkle.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Before you can respond, there’s a knock at your door and you look up to see one of the nurses.

“Sorry to interrupt Dr. Reid, but your company has arrived.”

“Thank you, I’ll be right there,” Spencer told her, turning back to you.

“The team is in the waiting room. I want them to meet her too. I’m gonna take her out there so you can rest. They can visit you later, okay?”

“Okay, go ahead. Oh and Spence?”

You grabbed his arm before he can leave and he turns looking at you expectedly.

“I love you too.”

Spencer walked down the hall toward the awaiting group of people, the bundle in his arms yawning.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you baby girl,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

He turned and entered the room, the group bursting into excited chatter when they saw him. All of his coworkers, also known as his family, are there; Emily, JJ, Morgan, Matt, Luke, Tara, Rossi and last but not least, Penelope. They crowd happily around him to get a peek at the pink bundle in his arms.

“I want to hold her first!” Garcia exclaimed, “I was there during labor, I should get first holding rights.”

“Reid, she’s adorable,” Matt said.

“Poor kid, she looks exactly like pretty boy here,” Morgan laughed.

“What’s her name?” Emily asked.

“Guys, meet Abrielle Jade Reid. Abbie for short.”

Penelope reached out to take Abbie, holding her close, “Welcome officially to the BAU family, Abbie. We’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

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Life Is Strange 2 AU: P1

~Please keep in mind that the reason there is a lot of cursing/swearing is that this AU is based on a game with a lot of cursing and this is how I thought they would act given their age if they weren't owned by Disney. If you have not played the game I strongly advise it. It's so good! Also, be aware that this game was highly based on racism and injustices in America and how it can affect lives.~

"You're coming to the party, right?" Gogo asked him for the fifth time today alone. As much he wanted to press that little button on his helmet and hang up on her, he knew she'd kick his ass for it.

"Look, Gogo, you know I hate frat parties. They're not my style. I'd rather jus-FUCK!" Tadashi pulled on the brakes to avoid the dumbass that doesn't know what a stop sign is and lurched forward on the moped. Riding home through San Fransokyo was chaotic at best, but nothing new there. "Oh, come on!" The driver, however, just flipped him off and sped away. "What a dick," Tadashi mumbled.

"What happened?" Gogo's concern bled through the Bluetooth.

"Some asshole that doesn't know how to drive." Tadashi continued on his way when a car behind him honked in impatience.

"You need to be careful. Leave the speed to me, dipshit." Tadashi rolled his eyes as he pulled to a stop at a red light.

"The only one in our group that's safer on the road than me is Wasabi. I have a feeling that guy would use turn signals in a car chase. Anyway, as I was saying, parties aren't my thing."

"How would you know? You've never been to one." Tadashi turned the corner when the light turned green and pulled into the garage next to the shop.

"Because I don't want to! Do you seriously think that I want some random drunk college kids bumping into and grinding on me all night?" Tadashi groaned and put down the kickstand to his bike. "Hold on a sec." He pulled on his helmet, turned off the Bluetooth, and pulled out his phone. "Okay, now you can try in vain to convince me to go again."

"First of all, Mr. I Haven't Had A Girlfriend Since We've Met, what makes you think anyone's going to be all over you?" Gogo along with his other friends never understood why he never dated anyone. It's not like he could tell them he's only ever had eyes for his little brother. He tried moving on from Hiro a few years back, but when he kissed a girl for the first time he got so sick he ran off and immediately threw up. He never talked to her or about it again. Let alone try repeating it.

"Listen, that's by choice. And if you must know, the fact that I get asked out every other week is what makes me think that." He opened the door to the cafe and was met with the usual busy chatter of customers. He waved at Aunt Cass and started up the stairs.

Tadashi has always had this sense of loyalty to Hiro even though he thought they'd never be together in that way. In a way, it was like an attachment and gave him peace. And as wrong as it was trick himself like that, Tadashi still dreaded the day Hiro would bring someone home.

"You seriously have to get laid eventually. Unless you wanna be a cherry boy forever." Tadashi heard something clank in the background on Gogo's end.

"You still working on that project?" Tadashi made his way past the living room and climbed the stairs to his shared room with Hiro.

"Nice try, Hamada. We're not changing the subject. And when you get in your room do not try to tell me that Hiro might hear and get freaked out, he's old enough to know about sex."

"That doesn't mean I'm comfortable with talking about getting laid around him," Tadashi lowered his voice the closer he got to the door. This was again because of the loyalty thing. Tadashi didn't want Hiro to think he was with someone.

"Fine then. Agree to come to the party and we can stop talking about it." Gogo was beginning to get more snippy with him now. He knew he wasn't going to win.

He groaned and massaged his temple. He opened the door and hung up his bag. He lowered the phone when he saw Hiro at his desk and walked over to ruffle his hair and kiss the top of his head. Hiro smiled and opened his mouth to say something but Tadashi cut him off by showing his phone was on a call. Hiro pouted and turned back around. Tadashi walked over to his bed and laid down.

"You're not taking no for an answer this time, are you?"

"Not this time. It's the last big party of the year. You're going." Gogo's tone was deadly serious.

"Alright, I'll go. But I'm only staying for an hour."

"That's cool. But just in case you decide to stay longer for, I don't know, someone maybe. I left you something in your bag for you." If Gogo was there he'd no doubt see a smirk to match the mischief in her voice.

"You put something in my bag? What did you put in there?" Hiro's head turned and Tadashi could tell he was curious. Hiro shrugged and walked over to the bag.

"You'll see." Tadashi sees Hiro looking through his bag a lot despite that it's always the same stuff, so he's pretty sure he'll find whatever it is. "Just don't let your brother find them."

"What? Why?" Tadashi immediately sat up just as his bag hit the floor. Hiro's face showed a range of emotions that all followed along the lines of betrayal or abandonment. "Hiro? What is it?"

Hiro simply bolted out of the room without explanation.

"What the hell did you put in there, Gogo!?" Tadashi hung up without thinking and rushed over to the bag and saw... condoms? 'What the fuck, Gogo!'

Tadashi sprinted down to the living room and when he didn't find Hiro there he practically jumped the last flight to get to the cafe. He ran up to Aunt Cass and grabbed her shoulders making her yelp his name, "Where's Hiro?"

"Oh, he just ran out. Did you two get in a fight?" Cass cocked her hip and rested a hand there, but Tadashi ignored her in favor of finding his brother. He didn't want Hiro to get mad and end up in Good Luck Alley again.

However, he didn't find Hiro far off into the distance as he thought he would, but on the other side of the street. On the ground. With their dick of a neighbor yelling over him.

Tadashi instantly became aggressive and when he got across the street he shoved Brett away from Hiro. "Back off!"

Brett had it out for Hiro ever since he messed with one of Tadashi's projects while he was out and it resulted in a broken windshield on their neighbor's new car. Ever since then Brett would call the cops on their family for just about anything, but especially on Hiro.

Now normally, Brett would scamper off and just call the cops when Tadashi got involved. And considering Tadashi stood a good six inches taller than him, was well acquainted with the gym, and very protective of his little brother; that was a smart decision. But today must have been a bad day because he wasn't letting up.

"No way! I'm sick of this little shit running around thinking he can do whatever he wants! Look at this!" Brett gestured to his pure white shirt that was covered in a dark red liquid. Tadashi looked down and saw a cup leaking the same stuff near their feet and realized Hiro must have run into him making him spill his drink.

"I said I was sorry! You didn't have to push me!" Hiro got up and hid behind Tadashi. Brett leaned over to reach for Hiro and yell at him, but Tadashi knocked him away so he'd have to go through him instead.

"Look, dickhead, I'll give you money for a new shirt, but don't you dare touch my little brother!" Tadashi was aware of the crowd gathering around them and even heard someone calling the police, but he didn't care.

"Your brother put his hands on me first!" Brett was starting to size up on Tadashi.

"He ran into you on accident!" Tadashi defended Hiro. By now Tadashi could hear sirens in the distance.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did it on purpose. Both of you walk around like you own the fuckin' city!" Brett was now only inches away from Tadashi.

"No, we don't! Now get out of my face!" Tadashi couldn't back up with Hiro pressed against him, so he tried to move Brett back by placing a hand on his shoulder.

Brett slapped his hand off and made to punch Tadashi in the nose, but Tadashi swerved his head out of the way. He caught the arm and pressed his palm flat on Brett's chest before using both hands to push him away. Brett stumbled a bit and right as he was about to catch his balance his foot caught on his fallen cup and he fell to the ground hitting his head on the curb.

"Oh, no." Tadashi moved to help when Brett began convulsing. And just then the police pulled up.

"He's hur-!"

"Back away!" The young officer ran up to the two with his hand on his gun.

"Wait! I know first aid. Let me help until the ambulance can get here." Tadashi tried to put his hands up and block his brother from the cop.

However, the cop became more distressed and aggressive as he saw what state Brett was in and drew his gun. "I said back away! Get on the ground now!"

Hiro started sobbing as Tadashi flinched back and started pushing him to the ground. "We didn't do anything!" Tadashi yelled and looked for help from to crowd, but they had begun to run off in fear when the officer pulled his firearm.

Hiro kept crying and repeating what his brother said over and over until their aunt was finally drawn out by the commotion. "Officer, what is going on here?!" She rushed to her boys only to have the barrel on the gun pointed at her too.

"Ma'am, stay back!"

"Aunt Cass, we didn't do anything!" Tadashi tried to explain.

"Aunt Cass, please!" Hiro pleaded for help.

"It's okay boys! Officer, please stop this! They're kids!" Cass tried approaching the officer with her hands up to calm him and talk some sense to him, but that only made him turn his full attention to the woman instead.

Tadashi could feel tears in his eyes and could tell Hiro was close to a panic attack. He wanted to help so badly, but there was nothing he could do. Just then, things around them started lifting off the ground including himself and everyone around. Except for Hiro.

This only made the cop freak out more and when Cass yelped in fear he accidentally squeezed the trigger in her direction. The bullet pierced her in the center of her chest. Hiro screamed and there was a huge pulse of energy.

Tadashi came to almost immediately. He saw his aunt and rushed to her. He wept as he realized she was gone. He then found Hiro and picked him up. Tadashi was smart and could tell that this was somehow Hiro's doing. He couldn't let his brother go to prison or become an experiment.

He stepped past the mangled police officer and ran into the shop. He avoided the people shying away and hiding from him and Hiro as he grabbed the money from the cash register, a couple loafs of bread that were bagged for sale, some water, and ran to their room.

He carefully set Hiro on his bed and began shoving clothes and a blanket into his backpack. When he heard sirens again he gathered Hiro and the stuff he packed and ran downstairs to the garage. Tadashi through the supplies in the back and placed Hiro in the passenger seat and once the garage door opened he was speeding off.

He couldn't go to any of his friends that'd be the first place the police would look. He had to get them out of the city fast. So Tadashi drove toward the closest secluded place to them. Muirahara Woods.

He would keep Hiro safe no matter what. He had to.

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