#sure it’s a bad show but so is half of X-Files and I still love that so 🤷🏻‍♀️

[hotchfiles]

↪ day six. perfectionism — #marchhotchness

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ wool to brave the season ❞ ─ a choiceless hope blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: but as you sat down on the floor of the crappy hotel, sharing bad coffee and feeling his warmth by your side, you knew that you wouldn’t have him any other way. even if you don’t really have him. content warnings: set before the first part. you can read it without reading the rest tho. just a bit of angst and idiots in love and partnership and criminal minds canon descriptions of crimes. word count: 800+

you woke up to the faint sound of shuffling of paper, the room was mostly dark and chilly, the clock on your bedside strikes two in the morning. you didn’t have to look to know, but still, you checked the other bed finding it empty, a source of light coming from steps ahead on the small hotel room showed you the prettiest scene.

your partner in his pajamas, coffee pot and cup next to the lamp on the desk, his eyes were glued to the files and the thick book under them, which you imagined to be the crime classification manual. 

the team had been briefed on the way there, but arriving in seattle after dinner time made the plan of getting to the scenes as fast as possible change, and you were both told to rest for the night. 

hotch promised you he would go to bed in a bit, three hours ago. 

you scoffed, getting up and taking the blanket you were just cozied up on with you, dropping it on his shoulders swiftly, he jolted in the chair in surprise, smiling when he noticed it was just you. “did i wake you? tried not to make any noise.” 

his voice is raspy from how tired he is and from not speaking for a while and weirdly it brings you comfort, hearing him speak so quietly in the almost full darkness of that room, no outside noise coming in, as if only the two of you existed, as if he was yours. 

“it’s cold, aaron. go to bed.” you don’t answer his question, instead you sit on the edge of the bed you were just sleeping on, waiting to hear him justify the ungodly hour of his work. 

“i’m not cold anymore.” his attempt to not make it obvious the way he took a deep breath while tightening the blanket around him fails, and he knows you know he was trying to smell you through the fabric.

“alright, i’ll bite. what you doing?” 

“building a profile.” he says matter of factly, shrugs as he does so but makes sure to hold the blanket so it doesn’t fall, he feels cozy in it, basking in the smell of your body wash and by how soft the fabric was. it was your blanket after all, you took it on every trip. 

“we didn’t even–” you start, trying to argument that you hadn’t gone to the crime scenes yet, but he had recently become one of the lead profilers, promoted before you which made you just about 5% jealous and 95% proud because you knew how hard he worked, and how this case had to come out perfectly. the result had to be perfect. 

aaron was like that, he was a perfectionist, a controlling freak perfectionist, and his first case as lead profiler had left him empty handed, not enough to build the profile before the bau was sent away. since then he had become more and more obsessive, you had to deal with it during work and imagined his fiancée had to deal with it at home. 

although you reckon she might have better outcomes on making him relax. 

you, on the other hand, don’t have as much freedom to do something about it, so you do what you can as his partner and friend. you get up, turn the lights on, get your glasses and sit on the floor across from him, opening your hand and waiting for him to give you some of the files. 

“what?” 

“pass me some of those, let’s bounce some ideas back and forth, you know profiles can’t be built solo, you might be biased.” you sighed at his reluctance, the guilt from waking you up clear on his eyes. “i’m already up, just do it, stop being so annoying.” 

you were bossy when you wanted, too bad he actually liked that, so he just smirked and threw half the files on your lap. the first you open are filled with photos from the autopsies, you whine, something about the cold lab atmosphere and the dead almost blue bodies always creeped you out, and hotch knew it too, “oh fuck me–” trying my best not to, he lets the intrusive thought come and go quickly, ignoring it, “autopsies, really?” 

he shrugs, “i’m looking at the crime scene ones, the whole scene is organized, clean, but the bodies are torn apart, disorganized, personal, there’s too much disconnection.” hotch slips down from the chair, sitting on the floor by your side and putting the pictures in front of you both to analyze. 

the coffee is starting to get cold, so he grabs his cup from the table, sharing it with you as you worked on writing the discrepancies you both found between the scenes and the bodies. 

aaron is a perfectionist. he needs his plans to go exactly as he schemed them, he doesn’t like change and he likes to be prepared for what the next day will bring.

but as you sat down on the floor of the crappy hotel, sharing bad coffee and feeling his warmth by your side, you knew that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

even if you don’t really have him.

#lari writes sometimes #marchhotchness #lari march hotchness #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

[phyrestartr]

HOUND | Miguel x M!Reader

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 1 W/C: 2.5K | Part 1 of 2

Slight NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, part 2 ends on a positive note, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, sorry there's lore lol

Note: Wanted to post this bad boy in full, but the second half sorely needs some revising T-T It should be finished and up fairly soon, though! I hope this is ~intriguing~ for those who like darker stuff! Also I did a light edit on this part, but I really just want to get it out so lol sorry if things sound stupid/don't make sense asdjkf;l

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There exists a cure.

That's what Alchemax declared. And it was the truth, just not the full truth. Not something the public would be happy with, anyway. 

The so-called "cure" was…unreliable, only recoding the RNA of select individuals for a reason that Alchemax's geneticists struggled to identify for the longest time. But after combing through the files of each expendable inmate and finding similarities, it became clear: those who'd been in the presence of nuclear energy, or high amounts of radiation, were suitable candidates for the vaccine. 

"Guess it's a good thing we didn't shut down those mines," Aaron had sneered at the board meeting. "Otherwise we wouldn't have the army of immune mutants running around for us." 

Miguel rolled his eyes. Sure, the idiot wasn't wrong, but he was taking it too far; plenty had died because of their experiments, and plenty more of the "immune" were sure to die with the unknown side effects of whatever the vaccine was bound to show in a matter of years (or in mere months, if they were unlucky). 

"It's a start," Miguel begrudgingly added. "But intentionally damaging civilian RNA with radiation, and then repairing it with S-2099, especially when we're not aware of any side effects yet? The UN won't have it. Can't imagine civilians would love it either." 

"Well, it's either get bit and die, stay afraid and die, or get painlessly exposed to a blast of radiation and then maybe die if 2099 doesn't fix them like we think," Liv offered with a shrug. "I, for one, would be honoured to die in the name of science." 

Miguel coolly looked over at her. "Thanks for volunteering." 

Liv's expression twisted. The energy in the room would've exploded if it hadn't been for Stone's interjection. 

"We will not be commencing civilian trials. Not until success rates increase with approved subjects provided by the state." The man spoke so steadily, so reasonably, like sacrificing the lives of orange jumpsuits meant nothing. 

They were dismissed soon after. Screens flickered out, holograms faded, and Miguel found himself alone with the other few scientists left at their Nueva York location. 

He stayed seated, vaguely aware of the others filtering out and murmuring amongst themselves, but his thoughts demanded his attention–he knew, even if the government didn't approve of essentially soft-nuking colonies of survivors, that Tyler Stone would find a way to do it, and would label it an accident. The man, his birth father, was ruthless, cold, calculated– 

"Sir?" A voice, your voice, cut through the silence. Miguel looked over his shoulder and found you still waiting, standing perfectly still by the door. 

"Sorry, I was just…" Miguel sighed and rubbed his face before standing. "Nevermind. Don't worry about it." 

Of course, you didn't say anything, instead nodding wordlessly and following your ward out of the room. Each step you took was punctuated by the shifting of your firearm against your thigh and the heavy thumps of your boots against the polished floors. Miguel used to hate your presence, think it unnecessary, but soon he grew to feel comfortable with you as his shadow. 

You, his powerful, mutant guard dog. 

"I can't fucking believe what this is turning into," Miguel muttered on the way to his quarters. "Too many unanswered questions, too many risks. And they don't care? We haven't even run further simulations yet–and we can run simulations with different alpha rays and different subject samples. It'd be harmless." The door hissed open and Miguel walked in, sorely wishing he could slam the door for once. Why did everything have to be automated? 

"In. Now," Miguel called when you stopped short of his residence. You obeyed, wandering inside before the door slid to a close behind you, and locked. 

You had reason to be nervous, Miguel knew that, too. Each key scientist in the building was assigned one of your kind, one of the immune mutants, and were free to do what they wanted with them. Sex, torture, chores–all of it was on the table. All of it had been asked of your kind. Done by your kind. Miguel figured that was why you kept a wall up. You hardly spoke, didn't request anything, never complained–all in an effort to keep the peace between you and your owner.

Miguel threw his white coat aside before stalking up to you. "Let me see," he mumbled as he held your jaw and tilted your head as he shone the light from his phone into your eye. 

Your pupils reacted at twice the speed of a normal human's, growing into the tiniest of pin pricks when the bright white flare assaulted your senses. Your eye twitched the slightest bit, but you remained still for Miguel. 

"Reactive. Not dead. That's good." He put his phone away, and examined the scarlet blotches contrasting against the natural hue of your iris. It was a relatively new side effect experienced by most of your batch, but you were amongst the more severe cases, if not the most severe case. Most of his peers didn't seem concerned by it, and Miguel could understand, seeing as it appeared to only be cosmetic, but the increased reactivity of your pupil accompanied with the bloody colour intrigued Miguel enough to keep tabs on it. 

"Any changes lately? To appetite, sleep, anything?" He asked as he let go of your jaw, nearly smiling as you tried to follow his touch for a moment longer like a sleepy cat. "Maybe neediness?" Miguel teased. 

You huffed lightly through your nose and looked around the main room of Miguel's living space. "Tired, I guess." 

Miguel's nerves smoothed with the sandpaper scratch of your voice. "Tired. Might be the anemia again. We'll draw blood tomorrow, see if you need supplements or another infusion." Miguel found himself mumbling now, going on about your health and your changes, wondering out loud what the best course of action would be to help you adjust to whatever was happening to your body, but you didn't say anything. You never did unless provoked. 

Miguel decided to provoke. He needed to speak, to be spoken to, to hear someone else’s voice right now. "What do you think about all this?" He called from the bathroom after washing up for the night. He poked his head out a moment later when you didn’t comment. 

“I know you were listening,” he prodded again over the toothbrush jammed into the side of his mouth. “The other ones don’t, but you do. I can tell by that look you get.” he waited for you to respond while he brushed his teeth, but you didn’t. You hadn’t moved from your post by his front door, actually, stood against the wall, arms crossed and staring forward like you were listening to everything beyond the door. Miguel wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen you sit down. He didn’t know if you’d ever laid down before. 

After he finished washing up for the night, he decided to try again. 

“You really gonna keep me in the dark?” Miguel asked as he walked up to you, arms crossed as well. He couldn’t help but feel smaller and smaller the longer he waited in silence, waited to hear your gravelled voice. He couldn’t grasp why he was so desperate for a friend suddenly, but he was. He really was, and he wasn’t finding it in you. 

“Forget it. Doesn’t matter anyway,” Miguel mumbled, turning away from you and rubbing his face tiredly. 

“Don't have much of an opinion.”

“What?” Miguel turned back around, brows raised as he waited for you to continue. Your gaze peeled from the ceiling and fell to him, like you were waiting for a reprimand of sorts, but Miguel wouldn’t, not when he tried so hard to get a peep out of you.

You shrugged and looked elsewhere. “Don't care what happens to civilians. Not my problem.” 

“It's the world's problem,” Miguel suggested. He didn't want to start an argument, but he didn't want you to feel so blasé about the fate of everything. “The more civilians that get infected, the more the world loses.” 

“Thought that was a good thing. Last I heard, the world was pretty overpopulated.” You said it so easily. Miguel would have shrugged it off if he didn't know about the blood on your hands, the crimes you'd committed, the evidence that you really, truly, did not give a shit about humanity. 

Miguel scoffed, a bitter, bewildered sort of thing. “Y'know, I used to pity you for this,” he started, gesturing to the soldiered-out state of yourself, “but you might be less human than those things out there.” 

“Probably.” 

“You don't even care,” Miguel laughed again. “Did you care when you killed that family?” 

“An eye for an eye,” you replied. 

“Right, right. Then what about your daughter? Did you care when–” the world spun before his back cracked against the wall. He grabbed your wrist and squeezed when your hands fisted in his shirt, ready to trigger your kill switch with one click of a button on his ring, but he didn't need to; you simply held him there, boring holes into his skull with your diamond-tipped stare. 

“You jokers don't know when to quit,” you said. “Always have to drag a kid into the equation, ‘n then act so fucking shocked when you end up dead ‘cause of it.” A sigh slipped past your lips as you leaned in. Miguel wanted to meet you halfway. “Fuckers like you make murderers out of men like me.”

Oh. The violence rippling through your crackling voice went straight down, into the pit below Miguel's stomach and coiled into something frightfully decadent. He wanted your hands around his neck. He wanted you to mutter more threats into his ear. He wanted–

He wanted you. 

“Let me touch you,” Miguel blurted. “Your skin.” You gave a reaction then, eyes blinking away shock and throat clearing with a strangled grunt, but you didn’t say no. You didn’t reject him. In fact, you looked him up and down in question, curiosity peeking through piercing eyes. 

“You're a deranged fuck, aren't you? Getting all hot ‘n bothered from a threat.” You reached for the straps of your kevlar vest, then, and Miguel’s nerves jolted with the sound of the buckles clicking loose. 

He scrambled to you and held your hands. He wanted to do it himself, to unwrap your bindings and see what laid beneath. Your hands fell, and Miguel took over. 

The warmth bleeding from your clothes intoxicated him. He fumbled with your gear, eager to get to the base of your tight, black shirt and rip it off, but you didn’t try to take over for him–you watched, patient like a dog, letting your master doff your armour at his leisure (or, rather, his frantic, desperate pace). Miguel appreciated it. He wondered if you knew he'd snap if you tried to interfere. 

Soon, your chest was bare. Exposed for him, dotted with memories of cruel bites, bullets, knives and surgical scars all over taught, humming skin. Man shouldn’t be allowed to touch you, Miguel thought. The imperfections were so gloriously human. You were so perfectly alive, standing here with him, breathing, emanating heat, allowing him to do what he pleased–he was the luckiest man on Earth. 

Miguel couldn’t look you in the eyes as his broad palm pressed against your chest, right over the rhythm of your soul. His pants strained and tightened more as his touch wandered through the valleys of firm muscle; what did the rest of you look like? What did you look like when you fought, or when you fucked? 

His hand slipped down to the tight adonis belt cinching your waist, and then lower, following the trail of fine hair disappearing beneath the waistband peeking above your cargos. The bunching and folding of thick material melted Miguel's mind in a vat of suggestion and insatiability–were you really that big, or was that fabric just making it an illusion? 

He didn't need to wait to find out, though, not when you guided his hand down over the very real curve of your goods packed away. And, yes, you were big. Miguel's eyes snapped up to yours. A smug look greeted him.

“Looked like you needed some encouragement.”

Miguel might have laughed if his heart weren't suffocating him, climbing up his throat. Your clothed cock under his hand was ruining his cognitive functions too, to be fair. 

His fingers, long, clumsy things, hurried at your buttons and the zipper keeping everything in check. Miguel's ears filled with the rhythmic drumming of desire when he finally got the damn thing undone, but you grabbed his wrist. You stopped him. 

Miguel scoffed out a held breath and tried to wrench free, but your grip held firm. “You can't back out after–” But when he looked at you, he froze still; your expression electrified the senses, the slightest narrowing and shifting of uneasy eyes freezing Miguel colder and colder by the second. 

“Bathroom. Now.” You popped just one of those buttons back into place before turning to the door. 

“Wh–” But you shoved him, hard, and sent him stumbling into the sterile white space as explosive carnage rippled through the room in his wake. The thing collided into you seconds after you'd gotten your charge out of the blast zone. 

It was big. A mass of human features and flesh and maybe something else weighing on a hulking frame. You barked a name, maybe the name of one of your fellow watch dogs, but it didn't change the thing's trajectory as it tore towards Miguel on all fours like a hound out of hell.

But you were quicker. You grabbed it by the nape and ripped it off its warpath with too much effort, just narrowly avoiding it barreling into the attached room by seconds. Its momentum, forced toward the wall, threw it into a dizzied tantrum; limbs flailed, mouths gnashed, and a symphony of mismatched voices wailed from their putrid prison. 

Miguel's body locked. What ifs plagued him, suddenly. If it got him. If it bit him. If you hadn't been there. What if–

“Close the damn door,” you demanded, and your voice sounded a bit shaky, too. Miguel looked at your broad back as you stood bravely in the way of the beast and its target. “Doctor–” 

“I–but you–?” Miguel stumbled and choked on his words and his reasoning. He didn't want you to fight. He didn't want to die. He didn't want you to die. Miguel hit the button to make it closed, but the door stalled halfway.

“Fuck it.” Barbs burst from your fingertips and dug into the door, forcing it to bend to your will and close. Miguel didn't like how you disappeared inch by inch. He didn't like seeing that thing behind you get up. He didn't like that look you gave him just before the door snapped shut. 

The next few minutes passed like years.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #male reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel x male reader #male!reader #atsv male!reader insert #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #phyrestartr

[sweet-honey-tears]

Blanket Fort

Shinso x Gn!Reader

Hello everyone! Hope everyone is well! This was a request for some Shinso Fluff. I hope you like it! 🤍

Aizawa was gone, week week-long mission he begrudgingly accepted. More so against his will than anything, as it was the week of Eri's birthday. To say he was angry, would be an understatement. You were half sure hero society was about to revolt at the fact the commission took Aizawa away from Eri during her birthday week. Even Hawks seemed pissed, stopping by on Tuesday to drop off a present for Eri. You spoke to him shyly, the young civilian talking to a top Pro-Hero. “Thank Dove,” a nickname he called all fans, “ Still can’t behave they pulled the old man away from his daughter.” His voice teetered on venomous before he snapped back. “But hey, Eris got you and little Azawia, so I’ll know you make it great!” Damn straight you would.

The house was void minus the cats, Eri, Shinso, and yourself. The no-so-adopted third child who for a small moment, everyone thought was another addition to the family. In actuality, you were Shinso’s (Girl Friend, boyfriend, significant other) Though to Eri, you were big (Brother, Siter, Sibiling)

3am. Shinso phone rang, your pretty photo popping up. Shinso, as you knew, was awake, wide awake. But why where you?

“Baby why are you-”

“I HAVE AN IDEA!”

It was your idea to do the blanketfort. You had planned it before Aizawa had even left for the mission. Even ended up even planning the day with Aizawa. Which Shinso found both adorable and hilarious. Coming home from practice to see you at the counter, Aizawa leaning over the other side. Both of your faces in pure concentration as you talked about what to do for the fort alone- not the whole week itself.

Stuffies, blankets, fairy lights, pillows and what ever else where shoved into you bags. The zippers struggling to keep the stuffed animals from bursting. When Shinso opened the door for you, you where breathing heavily, arms full of bags stuffed with material.

Eri jumped up and down the moment you brought up at idea. Shinso smirked at your bad acting, saying the idea just came to you. You both where half sure Eri almost squeezed you to death when you started to talk about what else you all could do.

The Fort itself was the biggest challenge to set up. A drying rack, TV, and couch where the best bases to create a large enough Fort for the three of you. Stuffed animals surrounded the edges of the fort, and layers of blankets and bed mats covered the carpet in the living room, adding a much-needed cushion. Fairy lights hung inside like glistening vines and soft music played in the background.

Shinso and you self made sure to take photos, as many as your phones could hold. The large files sent to Aizawa, would barely responded, but you both knew he was happy.

Around 2 hours later, the blanket Fort, dinner, and Pjs done and you all rested in the rather large Fort. Shinso rested by your side, scrolling through his phone on bordem. Eri was thankfully fast asleep, her little area of the fort darker with only the twinkle of fairy lights to show her sleeping face. Shinso’s eyes caught the slight smiles on his little sister's face. Her arms wrapped tightly around one of the many stuffed animals you brought or bought for this occasion. His heart swelled, he was lucky for you. Lucky you loved everyone in the family so much, lucky that you loved Eri arguably more than him.

Shinso knew he and Aizawa wouldn't have been able to do this. They were stupidly busy, tired, and bogged with hero duties. In Aizawa’s casework, and his own being homework, patrols, and training.

“Shinso” you had whispered, causing him to snap out of his trance. “Your phone” you slightly giggled. Shinso looked down. In his distracted state, his thumb had been placed on the ‘f’ key. Typing out a long line of ‘fff’ as a comment on a video. Quickly canceling it, he let out a sigh.

“Got distracted” you laughed slightly, pushing yourself farther into him, yawning slightly. It was 1 am, and to his surprise, he was tired. “Tired kit?”

“Yeah… think I may call it” you yawn. Scooting down to lie down. He followed you, and quickly, almost garingly, pulled you close to him. Barely giving you time to move your arms around your boyfriend, lest they be trapped.

”I love you.” Your face softened, relaxing at the realization everything was okay. His arm brought you closer to him. “I love you so much.” He kissed the space available to him, an area of your clothed shoulder.

“I love you too Shin” he huffed, his chest tightening a little. He pulled away slightly, staring at you for a slight moment. As if ensuring you were telling the truth. You were, it didn’t take him long to conclude that. He leaned in to kiss your lips softly. Pulling away for only a moment before continuing. His hand slid to your hair, playing with the strands softly. Words weren’t needed, you both already knew everything he wanted to say. You scootched yourself under him, face nestled into the area of his neck and shoulder. Your legs weaving together to get unbelievably closer. “I love you so much, Shin.” Your face felt warm, and happiness almost caused wetness to prick your eyes. Shinso kissed the top of your head, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I love you too kitten, so much.” He squeezed you again, letting you both fall into a peaceful, gentle silence as you dozed off.

@waytotiredforthis

@bookcluberror

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[seospicybin]

COLLATERAL.

PART III

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part IV

Author's note: I'm going to ask again: are you team Jeongin or Team Hyunjin?

To say that you were mad at Jeongin would be an understatement.

You were furious and very, very disappointed.

Especially coming from the man who promised that you would never meet that pervert again.

Yet here you were.

You went out of town for a journalism event along with Jeongin and Hyunjin, because they were invited to present a talk at the event. And guess who was also invited? It was the pervert who made it onto the cover of this month's issue.

"I got your favorite!" Hyunjin said as he got you a plate of mini waffles with maple syrup from the breakfast bar to your table.

"Oh, thanks!" You grinned at him, you saw he only took a little on his plate.

"Are you nervous?" You asked.

He shook his head and sipped his coffee, "you think I'm nervous about my talk today?"

You shrugged then softly laughed, "you ate so little," you gestured to his plate, a spoonful of scrambled egg and a half-eaten toast.

"I just don't have any appetite," he explained but took stabbed his fork into your bowl of diced fruits.

Hyunjin and Jeongin were still on bad terms, they worked together still but the brotherhood they didn't shy away to flaunt wasn't there.

You understood that Hyunjin felt backstabbed by Jeongin not telling him about the change of cover and on top of that, he chose that pervert to be on the cover.

Maybe the reason why he couldn't eat well was because of this.

Friends fight sometimes yet keep each other in mind.

They surely need each other but are too embarrassed to admit it.

"Let's have a walk outside after!" Hyunjin said as he stared out the hotel window and looked at the lapping waves of the sea.

You would say yes right away if you were free, but you had to go to Jeongin's suite to make sure he is well prepared for the talk.

"I'd love to but I have to go," you sadly said to him.

He understood without you having to explain, "oh, okay, let's go out later then!"

You smiled back but did not reply to his offer because you couldn't promise that you'll also be free later.

You knocked on his door to let him know you were about to enter then unlocked it with the second keycard to his suite.

He was standing by the window while holding a cup of coffee in hand, "I've given the files for the presentation to the staff and I also have proofread your speech," you put his speech paper on the glass table in the middle of the room, "you have an interview with a local newspaper in two hours," you recited his schedule as you memorized everything since last night.

"And you have to be at the venue one hour before the show starts," you finished then stood there looking at his figure from the back.

"Do you want to look over your speech again, sir?" You asked.

Jeongin hadn't responded to any of your words but you could see that he wasn't entirely lost in his thought, you saw his thumb rubbed over the handle of his coffee cup.

"Sir?" You tried again, a bit louder.

Jeongin looked over his shoulder and turned his body around, he looked like he needed a few more hours of sleep from the dark circles around his eyes.

You noticed he hadn't put on his tie yet, you took one from a selection on the table in the bedroom. Jeongin put his coffee cup down once he noticed you were going to put on a tie for him.

You focused on tying his tie and without looking at him you knew he was looking at you, especially if you were this close to him.

The silence hung in the air and it was getting suffocating,

"Can I help you with anything else, sir?" You asked as you took a step back.

He lightly shook his head.

"Then, I'm going to confirm the time for your newspaper interview and make sure the staff doesn't have any problems with the presentation files," you said as you picked up your bag from the sofa.

Your morning was hectic, you did a lot of running and going back and forth between Jeongin's hotel suite with the hotel ballroom where the event was held. You had a quick lunch while changing your clothes in your hotel room and fixing your make-up, then back to Jeongin's hotel suite.

You knocked again before unlocking it with the keycard, "Sir, it's time to go to the venue," you announced.

You both met Hyunjin as he also waited for the elevator, you smiled at him and he smiled back at you, then looked back straight ahead.

It was even more suffocating being between them, being in the middle of the cold war. At this point, you just hoped that it didn't show during their talks together.

It didn't stop there, the organizer set up a waiting room for them instead of a separate one. Jeongin sat on the single sofa while Hyunjin stood by the refreshments table and you were torn on what to do.

You ended up going out to take the fresh air from the hotel balcony.

Your fear meant nothing when they successfully finish the talk looking like their usual selves, they were bright and shone even brighter together.

You felt like a proud mother of two kids seeing them.

They were swept by some reporters for some interviews in the press room.

You watched in the distance behind the line of the cameras, someone nudged your shoulder and you slightly turned to see who it was.

"Can you come with me?" She asked.

You recognized her as Mr. Kim's secretary, whom you certainly believe knew his deviant act of harassing women but kept silent about it.

You opened your mouth to reject her request.

"Just a few minutes!" She quickly added.

You understood her urgency, you are an assistant too, and you knew how stressful it was when you were being asked one thing and couldn't do it.

You gave in because of the respect of having the same profession.

She led you to another waiting room and you already guessed whose waiting room was this.

"Sir!" She said, announcing her arrival.

You felt like puking seeing his face again and that filth gaze of him, you clutch the handle of your bag so hard your knuckles turned white.

"It's so nice to see you again," he beamed at the sight of you.

"Please, sit down!" He gestured to the empty sofa across from him.

You reluctantly obeyed and sat, covering your lap with your bag.

"I am aware that our last encounter wasn't pleasant for you and I admit I caused it," he began speaking.

You looked around to make sure his secretary staying in the room this time.

"I'm sorry but I can't be away for too long. Mr. Yang would probably be done by now," you couldn't stand seeing him for another second.

"I'd like to sincerely apologize for my behavior," he quickly said.

It caught you by surprise that he would own up to his mistake.

"I'm sorry for causing you such discomfort," he added.

You intently listened to him because maybe he genuinely regretted his act.

"But sometimes I just can't help myself, especially when I come across a beautiful person like you," he said.

You rolled your eyes, couldn't believe yourself that for a second you thought he was being genuine.

"Would you perhaps have dinner with me tonight in my suite?" He asked with such coy, eyes darted to your cleavage.

"It's to make up for my mistake," he added.

He faked his sympathy a little too good and you scoffed at how stupid you were.

"Respectfully, sir," you began with your hands balled into fists on your lap, "if you call this a sincere apology, then I don't want it," you said to him.

"But I do feel bad for your secretary to work for an imbecile like you," you said while shooting her a death glare.

"Good day!" You got up from the sofa and stomped your way out of the room.

You headed back to the waiting room since you were sure they would have done with the interview, but you didn't find any of them there.

Based on the schedule, Jeongin should get ready for a dinner party with the other invited guests. He was probably back in his hotel suite, so you decided to head back to your hotel room and changed into your attire knowing that you wouldn't get enough time if you went to his suite first.

After fixing your make-up and spraying some perfume, you went upstairs to Jeongin's suite.

You were halfway to his door when you saw Hyunjin walk out of Jeongin's suite, with hair disheveled and the tie loosened around his neck, you stopped on your track and called out his name.

"Hyunjin?"

It was the first time you addressed him by his name like that, you felt comfortable calling it because no one was around.

He looked up at you and the tension on his face faded a little, "I was about to pick you up," he said as he walked up to you.

"Pick me up?" You asked, then tried to memorize whether you read the schedule wrong or Hyunjin missed the memo.

"Aren't we suppose to attend the dinner?" You put down the hem of the dress you had been clutching to be able to walk faster.

He grabbed your hand "Come on, let me treat you to drinks I promised you," he said, didn't let go of your hand and kept pulling you along with him.

"But I have to..." you trailed your words once Hyunjin stared into your eyes.

"He'll be okay on his own," he said to you, then punched the down button on the elevator.

Getting a recommendation from the hotel chauffeur, you and Hyunjin ended up in a bar, he ordered drinks for the two of you.

"Cheers!" He said and clang his glass with yours.

You hesitated to drink yours but he chugged his in one go.

He gasped and winced at the bitter aftertaste, "you didn't drink yours?"

"I just don't think we should be drinking without having dinner first," you honestly said then took a little sip of the alcohol.

Hyunjin chuckled, "that's exactly the idea,"

It seemed like he wanted to get drunk as fast as possible and it made you worry.

"Did something happen?" You hesitated to ask but you had to.

He hissed as he filled his glass with the newly opened bottle of liquor, "I would be lying if something didn't happen,"

He took a big gulp and swallowed it, "you saw everything," he pointed it out. You were the only one who knew enough about what truly happened between them, the only one close enough to know.

"I believe you two can work it out together," you hated to be sounded so cliché but it's true, you believed that they would.

Hyunjin laughed while looking into his glass, "how are you so sure?"

"Because I know you guys been friends for years, to be honest, you don't seem like friends, you guys are like brothers," you gave him your opinion from your point of view.

"I've seen you two argued a few times and not because you guys have differences but because you worry for each other," you took another small sip of the alcohol and that was where you probably got the courage to speak like this to him.

Hyunjin smiled because he agreed with your words, "Is that how you see us?"

"Yes," you answered without a beat, then filled your glass with more alcohol.

"Okay then, I got a question for you," he said, pressing his glass close to his cheek.

"Yeah?"

"Which one is more attractive between us?" He asked.

You laughed at his unexpected question, "you both are attractive, case closed," you settled with a simple answer.

"Oh, you're playing safe," he said with cheeks blushed from the alcohol.

"Be honest, do you like me more? Or Jeongin more?" He asked again.

You got caught in a dilemma. It was obvious you fancy Hyunjin more than Jeongin. You could easily picture yourself dating Hyunjin and what a dream that would be. But you wouldn't say Jeongin wasn't bad either, he's everything that makes him an eligible bachelor in town, to add more of his specifics, he's great in bed. You could picture dating him but the imagery was too impossible to come true.

You drank the whole glass of alcohol and skipped on answering.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at you, "I know you like me more," he confidently said.

You put on a poker face, "you might want to slow down on the drinking," you said, half-joking but also concerned since he poured for his 8th glass while you were still on your third.

Instead of listening to your advice, he filled his glass with more alcohol while giving you a smug face.

Hyunjin probably had a lot on his mind.

He's not the type to be reckless and get drunk if something wasn't bothering his mind. If it was the only way you could do to help him lessen the pain, so you let him.

You let him have his drinks and listened to his drunk, slurring ramblings until he could barely handle another glass.

You paid for the drinks, called a car from the hotel, and got in the backseat while holding him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder.

"You always smell so nice," he mumbled with eyes closed then nuzzled his head further into your neck.

"Thank you," you muttered with a soft laugh.

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "I'm not mad at him, you know," he slurred his words.

"I know," you softly said.

"I just hate that he didn't tell me he did all that because he was forced to do that to save the magazine," his voice filled with so much anger.

"I hate that he didn't tell me that," he sounded sober when he said it, you checked but his eyes were closed and cheek red.

You knew why Hyunjin looked so upset as he got out of his suit.

You squeezed his hand back, "Maybe he didn't tell you about it because he knows it would only burden you," you tried to comfort him.

Hyunjin looked up at you with his eyes half-open, "You think I'm happy seeing him bear all that burden by himself?"

He was right, it wasn't fair that Jeongin got to bear all that burden himself that you couldn't answer Hyunjin's question and you understood the anger Hyunjin felt.

Despite his slim figure, Hyunjin is so heavy. You struggled to walk him back to his hotel room and once you got into the elevator, Hyunjin held onto you by putting his hands around you, hugging you with his head on your neck.

"You smell so nice," he mumbled again.

You shot a smile to another hotel guest you shared the elevator with, embarrassed that he got to witness it.

You rummaged the pockets of his suit to find his keycard and unlocked his hotel door, a few steps more then collapsed both of your bodies onto his bed, you lay down for a moment to collect your breath.

You took off his suit jacket, tie, and shoes next, put a duvet over his body, and dimmed the light.

"Goodnight, Hyunjin," you said before leaving his hotel room.

It was rather exhausting and you checked your phone, there were no messages from Jeongin, he probably knew you were with Hyunjin.

You planned to get back to your hotel room and pack all of your things since you'll be leaving tomorrow morning.

But the thought kept residing in you.

You pushed the button to a different floor instead.

You let yourself in with the keycard and went inside, his suite was dark but you spotted that he had been drinking as well from the mini bottles of liquor scattered on the table.

You went to his bedroom but he wasn't there yet the bathroom door was left open, that was when you saw him.

He was showering with his hand against the glass wall of the shower stall and his head tilted up as if trying to wash all of the unpleasant thoughts inside his head.

Hyunjin's question had been replaying in the back of his head and it made you realize how lonely Jeongin had been, enduring all these all alone with no one taking his side.

You felt bad that you blamed it all on him while he also hated himself for doing it.

He could have told you about it and you would have been there for him. No, you should have asked him the reason why he did that instead of staying quiet and letting him suffer in silence.

You took all of your clothes while taking slow walks into the shower stall, steam escaped the stall once you opened the door.

You immediately hugged him from the back.

He stiffen for a moment but realized that it was you.

"I'm not mad," you quickly said.

You rested one side of your face on the warm and wet of his body, "I'm a little disappointed but I'm not mad," you said again.

He put his hands on yours but did not say anything.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You spoke to the nape of his neck in the hope he could hear you against the sound of the shower running.

And he seemed to understand what you were talking about, he put your hands away, then turned around to face you.

"And you didn't have to go through this alone," you said as your eyes met in a tender gaze.

He put his hands around you and pulled you closer, "I'm sorry," he said.

You held him back and rubbed his back, "you don't have to apologize," you muttered with your head close to his ear.

He cupped your face and tilted your head with a hand under your chin, slowly he put his lips on yours for a kiss.

A kiss that assured him that everything was going to be alright from here.

-

Was it obvious that he likes being in control?

As he took you from the shower stall with your body wet from the warm water to lay you on the bed, you kissed him so hard then let it go with a gasp.

"It's okay," you said again for the dozen time to him that night.

You took his hand and kissed the inside of his hand, "You can use me," you said.

He didn't get it at first but as you lay back down on the bed, then turned over for him, he knew that you just allowed him to use you as a release.

It was what he badly needs, a release.

And you allowed him like that.

He didn't wait to put his body on top of yours, kissing the nape of your neck, the back of your shoulder, and the smooth skin on your back with a hand pinned you against the mattress.

Beads of water still dripping from the end of his hair and rolling down his body, he drank drops of water on your skin and it tasted just like you.

He traced the curve of your ass with his hand, then land a slap on the skin.

Once, twice, you cried with your hand gripping your pillow.

He rubbed the skin to land yet another slap on the skin, third, fourth, fifth, he lost count but your skin was getting raw and he could see the handprints he made.

He planted his mouth and kissed the skin so tenderly as to soothe the pain, wetting it with his saliva.

His fingers moved to your cunt, fingering you from the back, two long digits pumping in and out of you.

You sighed and moaned into the pillow with your hair stuck to the skin on your back, your hand crumpled the sheet underneath you.

You were drenched, wet and aching to be filled from the way you arched your back to meet the pumping of his fingers.

Eager to be inside you, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock, teasing your entrance until he himself couldn't take it anymore and pushed inside.

He let out a deep groan like the feeling of being inside you released everything inside of him, good or bad.

He checked on you one last time, putting all of your hair away so he could see if you were hurting. He hastily placed a kiss on your open mouth, and a string of saliva connected both of your lips.

He took your hands and folded them behind your back, locked it with his hand before starting moving, his free hand steadily gripping your hips.

He slowly pulled out just to push it inside and felt how good your walls wrapped around him, he cursed under his breath.

With the permission you gave, he let himself lost in the sensation of fucking you and having control over your body, using you as a release of the pent-up anger inside him.

Treated you like an object that brought him so much pleasure, restlessly pounding into you as he drowned himself more in the sound of your beautiful cries muffled by the pillow.

He groaned louder getting closer to the release he needed.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist and his breathing became irregular, heavy.

He stiffen as he cum with one last hard thrust and stilled as he buried his seed deep inside you.

Realizing that he had been pinning your hands, he slowly let go and lowered himself, holding you with hands clasped with yours, kissing one side of your face.

"You're just what I need," he said to you even though you looked drowsy, barely keeping your eyes open anymore.

He kissed your mouth and said again, "You're what I need,"

Jeongin didn't let you escape him this time.

He felt the bed shift when you tried to get off the bed, clutching the duvet to cover your naked body.

He caught your hand as you sat on the edge of the bed and you gasped in surprise, thinking that he was sleeping.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I have to go back to my room," you answered.

"Get back here," he sternly said.

The bluish light of the early dawn reflected on your skin, "It's morning in a few hours I'd better-"

"Did I fucking stutter?" He cut you off.

"Get back here!" He tightened his hold around your wrist.

You thought over it for a moment then relented, climbed back onto the bed, and lay next to him.

He put a hand around you and pulled you closer, spooning you from behind.

The sharp intake of his breath felt cold against your skin.

"From this moment on," his breath tickled your ear as he spoke.

He reached for your jaw to turn your head at him and met your gaze in the dimness of the room, "I'm going to be more selfish to you," he finished.

He marked his words with a long, lingering kiss that created a shift in the unnamed relationship.

-

"Here!" You handed Hyunjin a medicine to cure his hangover,

"For the headache," you shortly explained.

Hyunjin didn't ask further but took the medicine and shoved it into his mouth. He handed you his plane ticket and took the bottles of water you were holding to wash the medicine down his throat.

He gasped in relief as if the medicine worked out instantly, "thank you!"

You handed him his plane ticket back and took the bottled water from him, "no problem at all!"

"How do I look?" He asked.

"Stunning!" You replied even though half of his face was covered by his sunglasses and he looked a bit peaky.

"Always say the right things," he sighed at you with a sleepy smile.

You got away from them once you entered the plane because you just switched your plane ticket with Hyunjin, so they could sit next to each other and hoped that they would make up in this four hours of flight.

You didn't forget to turn off your phone as well and tried not to worry about them, they couldn't escape each other when the plane flew a few thousand feet above the ground.

You suppressed your laughs when you saw them exiting the gate a few minutes after you, walking together and shyly smiling at each other.

Boys will always be boys, you thought.

Jeongin went home with his chauffeur who picked him up from the airport while you shared a taxi with Hyunjin because he insisted.

"You're so sneaky," he muttered and removed his sunglasses, his eyes were red.

"I had to," you playfully replied.

Hyunjin let out a bashful laugh, "I'm sorry for making you pay for the drinks last night,"

"Do not worry, I paid it with the company card," you said, taking off the scarf around your neck.

"Oh, that's better. I don't have to pay it back then," he joked.

You leaned in and whispered, "I'll tell no one,"

"Good!"

"And I'll tell no one that you're really cute when you're drunk," you teased.

His eyes widened in wonder, "Me? Cute?"

You giggled at his question and left him figuring it out himself.

The taxi stopped on the corner of the street just a turn away from your apartment building, you felt bad for wasting his time that could be used for some rest.

"Enjoy the rest of your weekend," he said to you before you got out.

"You too!" You returned his sweet smile and waved bye at him.

You got restless once you were home because you didn't have anything to do. You checked on your blog and read some new comments, some people asked for a new chapter. Well, you happened to have a story to tell.

You closed your eyes and let your mind wander.

Foxy eyes, wet dark hair, smooth skin, firm muscles, big hands, and long fingers. You lifted your top to see the crescent-shaped of his nails made on your skin. Funny that it didn't remind you of any pain but the pleasure, the way he fucked you senseless, so rough yet his kisses were so gentle.

"You're what I need," the words echoing inside your head.

Your fingers danced on the keyboard and started typing, reciting everything that happened and how it unfolded like one of your wildest fantasies.

As you finished, it came to your senses that you have a new muse for your writing.

-

Jeongin watched you working on your desk, talking to a phone while slightly bending down, a hand on the desk, and playing with the hem of your skirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers.

He never noticed you this way before, so immersed in the work that you didn't aware of your surrounding.

You dropped your pen and squatted down to pick it up, your skirt rode up and exposed the garter that held your stocking in place.

Must you make him crave you in the middle of the day like that?

But another question popped in his head and that was, what if anyone else saw it too? Your beautiful thighs were wrapped in such provoking pieces of undergarments.

He walked to you but Hyunjin caught up to him, tapping his shoulder, "Hey, can you spare a few minutes for an interview with a friend of mine tomorrow?" He asked him.

"Well, not exactly for a few minutes," Hyunjin quickly corrected himself, "an hour will do!"

"What interview?"

"She's my junior in college and she wanted to write your profile," he said.

Jeongin started walking and Hyunjin followed his pace, with an arm around his shoulder.

"I have to check my schedule," Jeongin said as he came up to your desk, you were still busy on the phone and Hyunjin hurriedly stopped him from bothering you.

"You can check your schedule without asking her, jeez..." Hyunjin rolled his eyes rather dramatically and led him to his office.

Hyunjin volunteered to check it himself on his computer and Jeongin sighed in defeat and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers.

"Here!" Hyunjin pointed to the computer screen, "I can squeeze the interview here, between 1.30 to 2.30 pm,"

He glared at Jeongin, a glare that coaxed him into saying yes, "so?"

Jeongin couldn't say no at this point, it would be useless to try to stop Hyunjin, so he relented.

"Okay, I'll do it," he replied.

Hyunjin went to the sofa and sat down, reclined until all of his head tipped backward.

"She's beautiful so don't get distracted!" Hyunjin groaned while stretching his arms wide.

Jeongin scoffed and stood in front of him with his hands crossed on his chest, "Aren't you going to work?"

"I can't stay for another 5 minutes?" He innocently asked him.

Jeongin shook his head with a serious face on.

Hyunjin pouted but got up from the sofa, "I'll work hard, sir!" While forced a grin out of him.

Hyunjin left the room and Jeongin hurriedly called you through the intercom.

"Come to my office," he said, he then sat on the sofa with arms rested on each side of him.

It took you a while to finally came in, "yes, sir?"

He really likes the sound of your eagerness when he called for you into the office and that title you called him with, it evoked an unusual feeling.

"I have an interview tomorrow at 1.30 and don't worry about the rest of the schedule, it'll only take an hour," he informed.

"Mr. Hwang told me about it and I already put it on your schedule, sir," you responded with a smile.

Jeongin nodded and he didn't care about the schedule at all, he just wanted to look at you. The silk white shirt made you look like a flower and your face as delicate as a flower petal and the skirt perfectly shaped that beautiful curve of your body.

Goddammit, he had seen you naked but you were even lethal wearing clothes like this.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" You asked, breaking his train of thoughts.

His eyes went lower to your stocking, which reminded him of the sight he caught you in earlier.

"Come here!" He ordered.

You didn't know how close he wanted you to be so you took two hesitant steps in front of him.

"Closer!" He ordered again.

You got closer until you were a step away from him.

Jeongin leaned forward, and insisted his head tilt up to look at you, he put a hand on your waist and pulled you until you stood right between his legs.

He put his hands on your thighs and slid them higher until they rested on your waist, Jeongin sighed as he buried his face in your abdomen.

"Sir?" Your voice was small, probably you were scared of anyone walking in on you.

Jeongin ignored your warning and moved his hands down your legs again, slowly lifting the hem of your skirt to reveal the garter you were wearing underneath.

He looked up at you, his finger slipped under the garter, and played with it.

"Who are you trying to impress?" he asked with a lustful, breathy voice.

"You, sir," you answered with a smile.

One corner of his mouth curled into a sly smirk.

He lifted one of your legs and put your heeled foot next to his thigh on the sofa, he lifted your skirt even higher to see more of that beautiful black garter and your lacey black underwear.

A heavy sigh escaped his parted mouth, with a hand on your rear he buried his mouth on your clothed cunt and didn't hesitate to sniff at it.

You gripped his shoulder out of reflex, finding something to hold on to.

He kneaded on the flesh of your thighs as he used his tongue to trace your fold against the lace fabric and easily located your clit, pressed on it with the tip of his nose.

You pressed your lips together to hold yourself back from moaning.

Fortunately, Jeongin withdrew his mouth with a gasp and he exchanged a gaze with you.

Without breaking the eye contact, he kissed your inner thigh, wet and soft, his plump lips rubbed over the skin, then out of your surprise, he started sucking on the skin so hard that you yelped in pain.

You swallowed all of your cries and in exchange, you tugged at his hair but try not to mess it.

You could feel his teeth nibbling on the skin and continued sucking on it, you believed he wanted to make a mark on you.

He finished with a lick on the blossoming bruise he just made on you and rubbed it over with his thumb.

He placed another kiss on your thigh before putting your leg back down on the floor.

You got the slightest bit lightheaded from the constant sighing that you almost stumbled on your feet, but he kept you steady as he smooth down your skirt with his hands.

"You may go," he said, then reclined on the sofa.

He saw you draw a deep breath to collect yourself and licked your lips.

He faintly smiled at how speechless and clueless you looked at that moment, then watched you turn on your heels and out of his room.

This is what he meant when he said he was going to be more selfish to you.

-

The next day, you got greeted by a beautiful lady with long sleek hair and a smile that showcased her clean white teeth.

"I'm here to meet Mr. Yang Jeongin," she said.

"Have you made an appointment?" You asked, the beautiful designer dress she was wearing caught your interest, you recognized that it was from the new fall collection that just hit the store.

"I don't really know about that but maybe Hyunjin can..." she trailed her words, unsure how to answer it.

"Oh, you're here for the interview?" You got confused because she didn't look like going for an interview for a college assignment.

Hyunjin suddenly appeared from behind her, "I was having lunch when you called," he said to her.

They exchanged a quick hug and you wondered what kind of relationship they were having, to be honest, it was getting hard to keep track of the relationships Hyunjin is having with people around him. He's that popular and simply likable.

"This is Kim, she's my junior in college and working on her master's degree now," Hyunjin kindly introduced her to you.

You got up from your seat to properly introduced yourself and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you!"

"I like your skirt," she complimented the flowy skirt you were wearing.

"Aw, thank you. I like your dress," you complimented back even though you were eyeing her jewelry and had never seen a diamond necklace perched so nicely around someone's neck without looking extravagant.

"No one wants to compliment me?" Hyunjin asked, feeling left out watching the exchange between the two of you.

"You look handsome as always, Hyunjin," Kim praised.

"That's why you liked me back in college, right?" He made a playful remark at her.

"Don't expose me like that," she said back with an attractive laugh.

And then you felt like you were the one intruding their circle, "Mr. Yang is out for lunch but he'll be back in a few minutes," you informed.

"But you can wait in his office," You offered.

"Or you can visit my office?" Hyunjin gave her a different offer with a gleeful smile.

"I'll just wait in the office," she settled on your offer, "and I will visit your office after," she added before Hyunjin could protest.

You went around the desk but Hyunjin stopped you, "I'll take her, it's okay,"

"Would you like to drink something then? Tea? Coffee?" You offered before Hyunjin swept her away.

"Tea, please?" She politely answered.

"Sure," you immediately went to the pantry to prepare a cup of tea for her, using the expensive teabag with the fragrant aroma.

Hyunjin came while you were getting a saucer from the cabinet, "what do you think?" He asked.

"Think of what?"

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

He looked so whipped so yes, it was obvious that she's beautiful enough to catch his attention.

"Yes," you replied.

"I'm planning on setting her up with Jeongin," he stated and looked so confident saying it.

You stopped moving for a few seconds, you thought he was asking because he'll be the one dating her and not because he was trying to match her with Jeongin.

Your confusion showed making it easy for Hyunjin to read your mind, "You think I'm going to date her?"

You shrugged because there was no use in lying to Hyunjin.

"That would be weird, she's beautiful, yes but she is like a little sister to me," he explained then helped you pour the hot water into the cup.

You started dunking the teabag into the steaming cup of hot water, "so the interview thing is just an excuse?"

Hyunjin leaned against the counter, "the interview is real but I was the one who recommended her to interview Jeongin," he admitted with a proud smile.

"Oh!"

"But come on, they'll look good together!" He convinced or more like he wanted you to support his matchmaking plan.

"Yes," you hurriedly took the tray to Jeongin's office.

Jeongin was late to get back to the office and hurriedly went to his office, not giving you a chance to tell him about the guest waiting for him inside.

You heard the faint chatter of Hyunjin introducing Kim like she is a prized possession then Hyunjin coming out of the office a few minutes later.

"It's going! I see the sparks!" Hyunjin said with a snobby smile.

You softly laughed at him, "way to go, matchmaker!"

"Can you take her to my office once she is done with the interview?"

"Sure, no problem," you answered with your hands folded on your desk.

You forced yourself back to work yet something kept bothering you and Hyunjin's words kept replaying in the back of your head.

The sparks? What kind of sparks? Should you put it to the test?

You knocked on his office and let yourself in, found them sitting on the sofa and talking while Kim was taking notes on her notebook.

"I'm sorry for interrupting but I need to get this file signed by Mr. Yang as soon as possible," you explained the urgency.

Kim smiled at you, "oh please, don't let me get in the way,"

You walked up to him and handed him the file.

Jeongin pulled out a pen from his suit pocket and opened the file, he got startled that something fell onto his lap but was quick to cover it with his hand.

He looked up at you with indescribable glints in his eyes while you subtly smirked at him, and saw him immediately shove it into the pocket of his trousers.

"Is there anything wrong, sir?" You asked, bravely staring into his eyes.

Oh, he definitely didn't like this misbehavior, "Not at all," he replied and signed the file.

"Thank you," you brightly smiled at him as you took the file back.

You glanced at Kim, "Once again, very sorry for interrupting," you said then left.

You wanted to see if there were really sparks between them by putting a test on Jeongin.

-

Jeongin likes order, conformity, obedience, everything that put his mind at ease.

Not this bratty attitude of yours.

He couldn't believe his eyes at first when the piece of clothing fell onto his lap, he thought it was a handkerchief or napkin.

He held it in his hand and that was when he knew it was your underwear, also the way you mischievously smiled at him.

He could tell that you were up to no good but your timing was so wrong, or maybe that was exactly your aim, to strike when he least expected it.

With your underwear inside the pocket of his trousers, he couldn't think of anything else and got distracted from the interview.

"I am so sorry," Jeongin apologized to Kim at the end of the interview.

"Please don't hesitate to ask if you still have any questions," Jeongin sincerely said, he wanted to make amends for not focusing on the interview.

"For now, it's enough," Kim said and put her notebook back into her bag, "and I don't want to take a lot of your time. I know you're busy,"

"No, it's alright. I was late coming back to the office," he said.

They stood facing each other and smiled, "I'll let you get back to work and I promise Hyunjin to visit his office," Kim said, being the one who broke the silence.

"Yes, you're welcome to visit again," Jeongin politely said.

He led her to get out of his office and you hurriedly went to Kim to take her to Hyunjin's office as promised.

"I'm going to take her to Hyunjin's office and your meeting with the digital team is ready in meeting room 2," you informed then led Kim to the direction of Hyunjin's office.

Jeongin really wanted to do so many things to your right then but he held himself.

During the meeting, he got to see you walk around the meeting room, delivering the files for the meeting and it wouldn't bother him so much if he didn't know that you got no underwear on under that skirt.

For every time his impulse came, he crumpled your underwear tighter in his pocket while planning on things to do to you once you were alone with him.

As if the torture wasn't enough, you sat on the side of the room with your legs crossed and acted like you didn't do it on purpose.

He was ready to pull you back to his office when the meeting ended but Hyunjin dragged you to his office while you were on the way.

Jeongin followed you to his office and Hyunjin shot him a puzzled look, "I'm borrowing her for a few minutes, I swear," he promised then closed the door of his office.

Did he just let you in a closed space alone with Hyunjin while you were wearing nothing under your skirt?

He got anxious waiting in his office, a little on edge to be honest that his knees bounced under his desk.

It seemed to him that Hyunjin borrowed you more than a few minutes so he went to check it himself and Hyunjin was getting ready to leave, "I have a dinner with my mom," he quickly explained.

"Where's-"

"She's picking up a lost package at the lobby," Hyunjin picked up his briefcase.

"So, how is she?" He suddenly asked Jeongin.

"Who?"

"Kim," Hyunjin said with another dramatic eye roll.

"She's nice," Jeongin shortly replied.

Hyunjin nodded with a cryptic smile on, "that's good," he commented.

"Anyway, I can't be late for the dinner. See you tomorrow!" He left his office while waving his hand at Jeongin.

Jeongin paced around his office and waited with your underwear in his hand, looking out at the sky getting darker and about to turn into night.

He heard the sound of your high heels against the floor, it was so familiar that he knew it was you without having to look. He pushed the button on the intercom, "come to my office," he said.

You entered his office with a smile on your face but it seemed like you already knew what was about to happen, what kind of chaos you stirred and brewed inside him.

You stood before his desk and looked at him, "Can I help you, sir?" You asked with your hands clasped in front of you.

Jeongin didn't say anything but looked at you, measured you, and thought of ways to ruin you for driving him crazy all afternoon.

To his surprise, your eyes didn't waver as you stared back into his eyes.

He got up from his seat and took off his suit and hung it on his chair. He took his cufflinks off and placed them on the desk, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows next, exposing the prominent veins coiling around his forearms.

He walked up to you and leaned against his desk, "Would you care to explain this?"

He held your underwear right in front of you.

"It's an underwear, sir!" You straightforwardly answered.

Jeongin smiled then took your underwear close to his nose.

Yout bit your lower lip as you watched him sniffing on your underwear and inhaled the scent so deep like he couldn't get enough of it.

Jeongin went behind you and stood behind you, seeing his frame shadowing yours in the reflection on the glass window.

"Put your hands on the desk," he commanded.

"Sir?"

"I said, put your hands on the desk!" He raised his voice louder you got startled.

You walked closer to his desk and put both hands flat on his desk, forcing you to slightly bend down.

He gripped your hips and pulled you a little to the back and met his front, earning a low gasp from you.

"Now, whatever happens, do not take your hands off that desk!" He enunciated every word loud and clear.

"Am I deaf or are you not answering?" He asked when he didn't hear you replying to his command.

"But sir, it's just an underwear and I don't see the fuss on why I should get punished for it," you said.

He put your hair to the side and kissed your neck, "yes, you're right," he mumbled.

"The underwear is not the problem. The problem is your behavior," he said.

He put a hand around your neck and tilted your head upward, then pulled your chin until your mouth parted open, he shoved your underwear into your mouth.

"Now shush it!" He bitterly ordered.

"It's just an underwear like you said!" He sneered then traced the curve of your backside and pulled the fabric of your flowy skirt to expose your naked half.

He cupped your ass until the flesh molded into his hand then when you least expected it, he landed a slap on the skin.

The first three slaps were kiddie play for you, you enjoyed it too much to be a punishment. He slapped harder, sending you lurching forward and your sweaty palms slid on the glass surface of his desk.

"Who told you that you can interrupt my interview with your fucking underwear?"

"You think that this behavior would please me?"

"What makes you think that it's okay for you to walk around the office without underwear on?"

One hard, stinging slap for every question, you could only answer it with your muffled cries yet you stood your ground just like his order.

But that didn't stop him to land another few slaps on both of your ass cheeks until his handprints were visible on your skin, it got him exhausted too that he took a step back.

He kneeled behind you, kissing the back of your thighs to eventually his mouth made a contact with your heating core.

He wanted to give you what you wanted but only enough to tantalize you, fingering you and eating you out from the back, when he knew you were close to your orgasm, he stopped.

"You think I'll give you what you want?" He asked.

Your eyes were glossy from closing your eyes so tight the whole time he stimulated you.

He unbuckled his belt next and pulled his trousers just enough to take his throbbing cock out of its confine, he smeared the precum leaking from its tip all over his length.

Jeongin purposely teased your thighs with his engorging cock and heating you from the inside.

"You want it inside you?" Jeongin teased as he poked your entrance with the tip.

You nodded.

"Then you should have thought about it before you went around with no underwear on," he said with a mocking smile.

He reached to your front and cupped your wet heat, smearing your essence down your inner thighs, "Keep your hands on the desk," he reminded you again.

Roughly gripping one side of your hip, Jeongin put his cock between your thighs and made sure it was slick enough for him to pump his cock between your thighs.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed in delight.

"Not as tight as your pussy but fuck, it feels so good fucking your thighs," a broken moan escaped his lips at the end of the sentence.

Your eyes fluttering shut at the friction his cock made against your slit and unconsciously moving in sync with him.

He put a hand around your waist to keep you still while his free hand forced its way into your cleavage, trying to cup your breast.

You pressed your thighs together to give him even a tighter feeling and when you thought he didn't notice, your hand went to your clit to apply gentle pressure on it.

Jeongin roughly pulled your hand away and instead of putting it back on the desk, he folded it behind your back like he usually does.

"Haven't you learned anything?"

Your apology was muffled by the underwear that getting wet with your saliva.

Supported with only one hand on the desk, it was impossible for you to keep bending down and your body screamed with exhaustion, knees buckling, quivering.

Jeongin sensed it too and even though he liked fucking your thighs like this, he didn't want to put you to your limit.

He took the soggy underwear from your mouth and you gasped, catching for air.

"Are you sorry now?"

You nodded.

"I want to hear words!"

"I'm sorry," your voice hoarse from being clogged with a piece of clothing.

"I'm sorry what?" He snapped.

"I'm sorry, sir," you immediately corrected.

Jeongin slowly let go of you and let you stand, holding you from the back because you barely could stand on your feet.

He lifted you and sat you down on his desk, looked at your exhausted face, and hurriedly placed a kiss on your mouth as it would help to rejuvenate you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his assertive voice turned into a concerned one.

"Yes, sir," you replied without forgetting his title this time.

You pulled him by the front of his shirt and put your legs around his waist, wanting to continue despite your fatigue.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked against your lips.

You shook your head, "No, sir,"

And Jeongin couldn't resist the temptation as well.

He parted your legs wider and slowly penetrated you, filling you full with his swollen member.

You sighed with so much relief and contentment, "oh, you feel so good," you moaned.

"You feel so good around me too," Jeongin said, capturing your mouth for titillating, slobbering kisses.

With your hands locked around his neck and legs wrapped tight around his waist, he started moving.

He felt good knowing that he just unlocked another one of your fantasies.

The desk softly creaked but what he could hear the loudest were the skin slapping sounds and the moans you constantly let out bouncing around his office room.

"So good, sir, oh my God," you praised him in the midst of it all.

You clung to him while you were on the brink of orgasm and when you finally let go, you fisted his shirt and moaned into his neck.

"Cum inside me, please, sir?" You begged even though you were drained.

Your words sent him right into his release and stilled as he milked every drop of his seed inside you, "take all of me," he cooed as he brushed your hair with his fingers.

He tipped your head and out strands of hair away from your face, "such a good girl!" Then kissed you tenderly on the mouth as a reward.

Once he pulled out, he quickly kneeled in front of you and slipped your underwear, kissing your thighs as he slid it upward to put it back on you again.

"Keep it inside," he said, he didn't want you to spill any of his load.

He kissed you again after helping you get off the desk, "how about dinner then I'll take you home?"

You smiled at him, "I'd love that, sir!"

-

Jeongin trailed his hand on the edge of his desk the next morning, reminiscing what happened last night at that very spot.

When he drove you home, he saw you sitting uneasily next to him and got him wondered if something was wrong.

"Why are you fidgeting on your seat?" He asked without looking at you.

He briefly glanced to see you hesitated to answer.

"What is it? Was it the dinner? You don't like it?" He tried to guess what caused the discomfort.

"No, the dinner was lovely," you said.

"Then what?"

You looked down at your lap and meekly said, "It's just that... you're running down my thighs."

Jeongin couldn't find anything to say to that but he liked the situation he put you in.

Hyunjin's giddy laughs broke his daydream and his head snapped at Hyunjin who had been reading something on his tablet.

"Anything funny?" Jeongin asked out of curiosity.

Hyunjin didn't hear him but continued smiling while his eyes focused on the screen of his tablet.

Jeongin decided to sit on the sofa next to him and leaned in just enough to peek, "what are you reading?"

Hyunjin jolted in his seat and it was so dramatic like he was in a sitcom and quickly locked the tablet.

"Why are you so curious?"

Jeongin shrugged, "I haven't seen you foolishly smiling like that in a long time," he answered.

"Are you seeing someone?" Jeongin reclined on the seat and picked up a newspaper.

"No," he strongly denied but only proved Jeongin's guess was right.

Jeongin looked over his newspaper at him.

"Well, I've been seeing this girl for a while," he finally admitted with that shit-eating grin on his face, an obvious sign of someone in love.

"Congratulations, you're in love!" Jeongin coldly congratulated him.

"I'm not sure about that but she's just so... amazing. Like I'm sure I will not find someone like her ever again," Hyunjin said while playing with the end of his tie.

"Then you're screwed!" Jeongin commented while flipping a page of the newspaper.

Hyunjin suddenly cracked a laugh, "I mean, have you ever met someone who writes her wildest fantasies about you?"

Jeongin got quiet and his heart caught in something, a tugging feeling.

"I bet you never!" Hyunjin mocked him while laughing as he made his way out of his office.

He never thought of that before.

He read some of your writings on your personal blog and thought that was just a piece of fiction. He probably got too busy paying attention to your words to see that you were projecting your desire onto your writings, of how you adore this one man and what you wanted to do with him.

"Sir, we have to leave for the TV talk show," you announced with your figure lingering in the doorway with a smile on your face.

Jeongin nodded.

You sat in the front of the car while he sat with Hyunjin in the backseat on the way to the TV station.

Jeongin was invited to a show for an educational talk show to introduce the financial world to the youth.

Hyunjin would be joining too on the next segment and waited behind the camera with you.

He saw how the two of standing close and whispered something to each other, smiling and laughing. Your hand on his arm while his stare never escaped you for a second. Then he spotted the ring and it all made sense now, how the details you put in your writings fit Hyunjin.

Jeongin filled with indignation and he swallowed down the surge of anger rising inside of him.

He could only hold it for a moment, then called for you to come between the takes.

"Where's my script?" He asked.

You rummaged inside your handbag and couldn't find it, "Oh no! I think I left it in the car," you said with a rueful voice.

"I'll get you a new one," you said as a staff hurriedly gave you a copy of the TV script.

"Here!" You handed it to him.

Jeongin slammed it onto the floor and you jumped backward to avoid it.

"I WANT MY SCRIPT! I WROTE A LOT OF IMPORTANT THINGS ON IT!!!" He snapped, loud enough for everyone in the studio to hear.

You looked down, embarrassed to be cornered by him in public like this.

"I am so sorry. I must have accidentally dropped it in the car," you were on the verge of crying.

"If you give me time, I'll go get it real quick," you resolved while kept looking down at your feet.

"Do I look like I have time? We're filming in a minute!!!" He snapped again, he turned down his voice but his words were so harsh.

Hyunjin came and stood between him and you.

"Jeongin, what happened?" He asked while letting you hide behind him.

Jeongin didn't reply but clenched his jaws in anger.

"Why are you like this? Don't you see where we are?" Hyunjin put some sense into him.

Jeongin didn't have to look around to see all eyes darted toward him and probably talked bad things in their heads.

He saw you run and left the studio, Hyunjin was too late to stop you.

"You don't have to be that harsh. It's just a script for God's sake!" Hyunjin's face was red, also holding himself back because he knew that would only provoke him more.

Hyunjin also left and probably left to search for you.

And he thought, of course, it's got to be Hyunjin who saves you too.

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top five fic titles you haven't used yet; top five worst adaptations or reboots

ask me my top fives!

top five unused fic titles:

click the pieces into sharp arrangements

what would an angel say? (the devil wants to know)

memories are films about ghosts

searching through thrift store jungles

your stories ring of perjury

top five worst adaptations/reboots(/remakes):

Going with the first few things that pop into my head.

 I think most reboots/remakes of horror movies from the 80s are bad and unnecessary. Sometimes it’s because the original isn’t great - Prom Night (1980) is not my jam; Prom Night (2008) is somehow worse! Sometimes it’s because the original is good enough that it doesn’t need a remake, especially one so subpar - Brian De Palma’s Carrie (1976) vs Carrie (2013); Black Christmas (1974) is great so what the hell happened with Black Christmas (2006, 2019)? And sometimes it’s because certain movies really work for that decade and either don’t translate to a modern day setting or there’s nothing that putting it in a modern day setting will add to the story - John Carpenter’s original Halloween (1978) works because it’s so atmospheric and he knew how to light a movie so you could actually SEE what was happening; Rob Zombie’s Halloween (2007) is so terrible in so many ways, but mostly because I don’t need or care about Michael Myers’ tragic backstory; David Gordon Green’s Halloween (2018) reboot/remake trilogy thing said nothing new but annoyed me plenty AND killed off Judy Greer AND I couldn’t see shit so what was the point? Horror remakes: just don’t do them. 

Almost every time they take an animated Disney movie and turn it into an uninspired live action and/or photorealistic live action movie, I’m not into it. It’s never as vibrant, it’s never as fun, sometimes they miscast SO badly (sorry Emma Watson) - use your Disney+ subscription to watch 2D animation like the universe intended. The Lion King animated movie is gorgeous; The Lion King photorealistic movie looks like mud.

I’m not saying that the original Gossip Girl on the CW was a work of art (I’m not saying the first season was not a work of art either though), but it wasn’t as boring as the HBOMax reboot. Truly, no one was likable on that show and they made Luke Kirby a creep! No one asked for this!

Long before we had Marvel/superhero fatigue, 20th Century Fox made the first X-men movie with the positively inspired casting choices of Hugh Jackman, Patrick Stewart, and Ian McKellan and I loved it! Even X2 was fun. (X3 went off the rails and was bad.) Ten years later and a solo Wolverine movie in between, they decided to soft reboot the franchise with those First Class movies and you know what? They shouldn’t have. Except for one or two moments here and there, those movies are all pretty awful. I’m not sure how you can mess up the Days of Future Past storyline that badly or cast Oscar Isaac only to make him a member of the blue man group, but they should all be ashamed. I still maintain that the most worthwhile X-Men adaptation in media is the animated series from the 90s.

I don’t know if this qualifies as a soft reboot but when Fox brought The X-Files back in 2016, it was a lesson in “be careful what you wish for because it’s going to suck.” Except I didn’t wish for this because I watched the second movie and it sucked so I was completely fine with never getting more new episodes again. What we got was Scully whispering a lot, some half-assed search for William that I was not invested in (they spent nine seasons denying Mulder and Scully had boned even after she had his damn kid!), and monsters of the week episodes that were so uninspired that I didn’t even watch the second season of the reboot (maybe didn’t finish the first season of the reboot?). And now there’s talk of a Jordan Peele remake of the show to which I say - find something else. The (OG) X-Files worked because it was the perfect place in the perfect time with the perfect people and you’re never going to trap that lightning in a bottle twice so why try?

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Part 10: They Scream & They Cry

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: Rachel Dawes proves herself to be a problem, and Vanessa deals with an issue in the basement.

Word Count: 2,696

Notes: Warnings for depictions of murder and blood.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 1: Fear Will Find You

Vanessa leaned forward, the uncomfortable chair creaking slightly with her movements. The courthouse smelled musty, like old papers and dust and wood. Putting the folder she’d been glancing through aside as she waited for the trial to start, she rested her chin on her arms, folded over the back of the chair in front of her, foot tapping impatiently as they went through the usual proceedings and arguments. The courtroom was mostly empty. Probably a good thing. Security had been tighter ever since the incident with Joe Chill a few years ago.

Her eyes slid lazily to fix on the back of Zsasz’s head, more specifically on the tally marks carved into the skin all along his neck, the scars disappearing down under the collar of shirt.

Really. Even if getting him moved to Arkham wasn’t a favor to Falcone, Zsasz was undeniably, extremely mentally unwell. He belonged with them anyway. Of all the thugs they’d had moved to the asylum for Falcone, this one was by far the most justified.

Shame that Rachel Dawes had such a deep-seated hatred for Jonathan that she couldn’t see that.

Dawes was becoming more and more of a problem, going so far as to show up at their apartment in the middle of the night once to try to yell at Jonathan regarding his acceptance to testify in favor of Zsasz’s defense. And while she’d been quieter since they’d filed a formal complaint about her with the DA, Vanessa still often caught her shooting them hateful glares from across the courthouse from time to time.

Shooting a quick glance to Dawes’s dark ponytail on the prosecution’s side of the room, Vanessa cocked her head, considering. If things got bad enough, they would have to decide what to do about her. She would love to have the chance to take her down to the basement, but they really couldn’t risk arousing too much suspicion at the moment.

When Jonathan finally stepped up to the stand, she straightened, lips settling into a tiny smile as she watched him sit down gracefully and begin to speak, voice low and even.

She really did love watching him work.

“In my opinion, Mr. Zsasz is as much a danger to himself as to others and prison is probably not the best environment for his rehabilitation,” he said, eloquently. 

The case was pretty shut and close, all things considered. Dawes was clearly unhappy about it, huffing as she gathered up her papers. Vanessa would have liked to have shaken her. The man was covered in tally marks he’d carved into his own skin, and in their evaluations of him he had displayed a clear compulsion to kill. He needed treatment, no matter what Dawes thought. 

They were done in time for lunch. Pulling out her phone to send a quick message to their people at the asylum to prepare for Zsasz’s transfer, Vanessa gathered up her papers, standing and heading to the doorway to wait for Jonathan.

“Hey,” he greeted her as he came out, pecking a quick kiss to her check.

“Hi,” she began to walk alongside him towards the exit. “We have half an hour. You want to go get lunch before we head back?”

“Sure.”

“Dr. Crane!” a voice shouted from behind them. Oh, come on.

Vanessa groaned, but bit her tongue. 

“Miss. Dawes,” Jonathan greeted, with all the enthusiasm of someone just asked to drink spoiled milk. 

“You really think a man who butchers people for the mob doesn’t belong in jail?” she demanded, walking briskly beside them.

“I would hardly have testified to that otherwise, would I, Miss. Dawes?” Jonathan said smoothly. Vanessa pushed a lock of hair back. How he dealt with this woman on a regular basis, she had no idea. Had it been her, Dawes would have gotten her skull caved in a while ago. Dawes moved to stand in front of them, blocking the way to the doors.

“This is the third of Falcone’s thugs you’ve had declared insane and moved into your asylum.”

“The work offered by organized crime must have an attraction to the insane,” Jonathan responded dryly. Vanessa shouldered past Dawes with a glare, Jonathan following her. She could hear Dawes’s heels clicking on the floor behind them. Oh, what she would give to be able to take one of those heels and jam it into her windpipe…

“Or the corrupt,” Dawes called after them, the implication clear as day. Jonathan stopped, glancing over at where Dawes’s boss was standing, speaking to some woman who was probably from his office.

“Mr. Finch. I think you should check with Miss. Dawes here just what implications your office has authorized her to make. If any,” with that, he stalked away. Vanessa glanced over her shoulder, smirking at the sight of Finch rushing over to Dawes, clearly admonishing her.

“I’m beginning to think that we might have to get a restraining order against her or something,” she remarked as she pushed open the door and stepped outside, Jonathan right behind her. He groaned, pulling off his glasses to clean them before replacing them on his nose. She inclined her head. “You want to go to that sandwich place at the end of the street?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “That sounds good.”

“Seriously though,” she said, once they’d made their way down the street, gotten their food, and sat down at a table. “What are we going to do about her? She’s not letting up. And it could be bad if she decides to start sniffing around the asylum.”

“Yes,” he agreed, frowning as he chewed around a bite of food, swallowing. “I think that I’ll ask Falcone to take care of her for us.”

Vanessa frowned. They had an arrangement with Falcone. He brought in the shipments for a price. Keeping his thugs out of prison was just a sweetener to make sure he didn’t get all huffy with them over anything. But asking him to do this…it might mean that he would feel they were indebted to him. And that was a dangerous position to be in. “I could do it. There’s no need to get him involved.”

“He’s the reason that Dawes is sticking her nose in our business in the first place,” Jonathan reasoned. “Besides, considering all the public altercations that we’ve both had with her, if anything happens to her, we’ll be some of the first suspects. Our involvement in whatever happens should be as minimal as possible.”

Vanessa wrinkled her nose, pouting. “I hate that you’re making this make sense.”

Jonathan flashed him a smirk. She sighed.

“Fine. Let him deal with her,” she huffed. “I was looking forward to getting to use my ax.”

Jonathan chuckled, reaching over to pat her hand. “I know, Nes,” he shrugged. “But either way, she’ll be gone.”

“You have a meeting with Falcone soon, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’ll talk to him about it then.”

“You want me to come?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I can handle Falcone.”

“Okay.”

He stoked the back of her hand with his pale fingers. “Things are going to start happening fast now, Nes.”

“I know,” she chewed on her bottom lip. “The boss still says that he’s coming?”

“He is.”

“Well. Won’t that be interesting.”

“Yes,” his eyes were far off, clearly thinking very hard about something. “Yes, I think it will be.”

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“Doctor Sullivan?”

She’d just gotten back to her office, having finished her afternoon appointments, ready to start on the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated in the corner of her desk. 

“Hopkins,” she greeted the guard, beckoning him in. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but Dr. Crane is in with a patient, and I know he doesn’t like to be disturbed…”

“What’s going on?”

“Zsasz is settling in well,” he shifted from foot to foot. Vanessa rolled her eyes. 

“But…?” she urged.

“We have a bit of a situation downstairs.”

She looked up at the ceiling, trying hard to fight back the exasperated headache beginning to build behind her eyes. With a deep sigh, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a hair tie and some bobby pins. With quick, expert movements, she pulled her long black hair up into a bun at the top of her head.

“Show me,” she commanded.

Hopkins led her to the elevator, her key sliding easily into the slot at the bottom of the panel of buttons, elevator rattling as it descended into the bowels of the asylum.

She followed Hopkins down the hall, into one of the many side rooms. Seated at a table was one of the workers who was part of the production team they had making the…ahem, medicine, down there. Two guards were standing over her. Vanessa looked between her and Hopkins. “What’s this?”

“We caught her snooping around in the lab.”

Her eyes darted to the woman, who looked back at her anxiously. She took a step forward, curling a finger under her chin so that the woman was looking directly up at her.

“What’s your name?”

“Betty,” the woman said. An uneasiness had entered her eyes at Vanessa’s calmness.

“Betty,” Vanessa repeated. “What were you doing in the restricted lab, Betty?”

“I was just curious,” Betty said. Vanessa waited expectantly for her to say more.

“That’s all?”

Betty nodded.

“No one hired you to find anything…to steal notes…nothing like that?”

“No,” Betty said, voice weak. Vanessa stared in her face for a long moment. She was telling the truth. That was a relief, at the very least. The last thing that they needed was their workers getting hired by Falcone or some other slimeball to steal their research. She took a step back.

“She take anything?”

“No.”

“Move anything? Touch anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. We got to her before that.”

“Hm,” Vanessa nodded, eyes staring at nothing. “Get her up.”

Betty began to shake and whimper as the guards each grabbed her by one arm and hauled her to her feet.

“Please, Dr. Sullivan, I’m sorry–”

“Shut up,” Vanessa said evenly.

“I was just curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Vanessa shrugged. “Bring her,” spinning on her heel, she marched out into the hall, pushing open the doors to the main work area. Everyone ceased their work and chatter the moment that they saw her, seeming to shrink in on themselves. Vanessa internally purred at the reaction. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, voice echoing. “Your colleague here made a very, very stupid decision. At this point, I would hope that all of you would know how Dr. Crane and I feel about idiots. And snitches. And snoopers. But perhaps it is time for a reminder,” she reached into her pocket. Behind her, Betty had started to sob. “Don’t look away,” she ordered, staring down at the workers before her. “I’ll know if you do.”

Fast as lighting, she spun, and grasped Betty by a handful of hair at the base of the scalp, yanking her head back. The guards held Betty’s arms out, so that she couldn’t struggle. Twirling the scalpel once in her hand, Vanessa plunged it into Betty’s chest and dragged it down, slicing her open from her collarbone all the way down her stomach nearly to her groin. Betty screamed, the sound a bellowing, twisted echo throughout the room. Blood burst in rivers from the wound, pouring copiously out onto the ground, some of it spurting out warmly onto Vanessa’s face. Betty screamed and writhed, gurgling before she finally went still, skin steadily growing more and more pale as the blood drained from her. The guards let her fall with an unceremonious thud to the ground.

Staring down at the body, ensuring that there was no possibility of life left in her, Vanessa raised her blood flecked face to the other workers.

“Let this be a reminder to all of you to stay out of the private fucking lab,” she announced. Satisfied that the message had gotten through, she nodded. “Get back to work.”

They all just about fell over one another to get back to their stations. She turned to the guards.

“And get rid of that,” she nodded to Betty. They scooped her up by a shoulder each, dragging her away. “Hopkins,” she crooked a finger at him, and he rushed over to her. “What’s the status on production?”

“Everything is on schedule.”

“Good. I’ll be in the lab. I don’t want to be disturbed unless necessary.”

“Yes, Dr. Sullivan.”

She nodded, spinning to the door and pausing as she was met with Jonathan’s smirking face, leaning against the doorframe, eyes glimmering as he watched the display. He held out a hand to her, beckoning her to come to him, and she did, his hand resting against her shoulder blade as he steered her through the doors and into one of the side rooms. 

“We had a snooper,” she explained.

“I heard,” his hands landed on either side of her face, smearing the blood there, not caring that it stained his hands as he tilted her head up, and kissed her hard. Vanessa clutched at the lapels of his suit jacket, lips parting against his, moaning softly at the contact. When he broke away and leaned back to examine her, one of his thumb massaged over her cheek. “It really is a pleasure to watch you work, Nes.”

She smiled in spite of herself, leaning deeper into his touch. He pecked her lips again, and then reached around her to pick up a rag, wetting it with a trickle of water from the sink and bringing it to her face, tenderly cleaning away the blood. Vanessa’s eyes fluttered closed at his gentle touch, hands bracing against the counter behind her. Her head tilted back towards the dim lights in the room, her veins alight with the thrill of death at her hands, lips still tingling from the pleasure of her husband’s kiss, and the scent of blood still lodged in her nose.

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“No more favors. Someone is sniffing around,” Jonathan said, as soon as he was seated across from Falcone’s desk.

“Hey, I scratch your back, you scratch mine, doc. I’m bringing in the shipments,” Falcone argued. Jonathan’s brows pinched. He’d always hated that saying.

“We are paying you for that,” he reminded him simply. 

“Maybe money isn’t as interesting to me as favors,” Falcone suggested. God, he hated working with him. The man was slimy and idiotic. His thugs were bumbling fools and his operation was not run nearly as smoothly as he would have liked everyone to believe. Lifting a hand, Jonathan removed his glasses, so that the cold blue of his eyes was unimpeded. Vanessa had once told him that his eyes were practically hypnotic. That he could get anyone to do whatever he wanted if he focused them correctly. And he made a conscious effort not to blink. It unsettled people.

“I am more than aware that you are not intimidated by me, Mr. Falcone. But you know who I’m working for, and when he gets here–”

“He–he’s coming to Gotham?” Falcone interrupted, a level of uneasiness appearing in his face. Aha. Good.

“Yes, he is,” Jonathan assured. “And when he gets here, he’s not going to wanna hear that you have endangered our operation just so you could get your thugs out of a little jail time.”

Falcone nodded, clearly unhappy. But the fear of Jonathan’s boss was more than enough to put him back in his place. “Who’s bothering you?”

“There’s a girl at the DA’s office.”

“We’ll buy her off.”

“Not this one,” he said. Dawes was far too much of an idiot goody two shoes to be swayed by simple money. No, she actually believed in the system. Stupid girl.

“Idealist, huh?” Falcone said with an unbothered snort. “Well, there’s an answer to that too.”

Jonathan shook his head. “I don’t want to know,” he lied. The less he knew, the more believable it would be when the police inevitably came to ask him some questions about a mysterious murder or disappearance. 

“Yes, you do,” Falcone said, looking at him knowingly.

Jonathan said nothing. 

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[canyonmooncreations]

Depression is Hard

Depression Is Hard 

Summary: When y/n doesn’t show for work, Spencer goes to her apartment to find a very depressed someone. 

Characters: Spencer x reader

Word Count: 1181

Author’s Note: If you are ever struggling with depression, please please please get help. You’re amazing and you mean so much to ME. Thank you for being you. 

Warnings: Depression

Silence. That was the sound that filled the room today. Spencer walked in and he knew something was off. Y/n. She wasn’t anywhere in sight. Spencer wasn’t greeted with his normal “good morning my love”. 

“Where’s y/n?” Spencer asked. 

“We assumed you would know.” Luke chimes in. 

Y/n and Spence had been dating for months now. They bonded so quickly and fell for each other so fast. Spencer planned on asking her to move in soon and he was beyond excited. Y/n never missed work unannounced, especially without telling him.

Emily makes her way down the stairs. “Y/n is taking a sick day. We have a local case. Conference room.” Emily shot Spencer the *she needs you* look and hoped he would take the hint. 

“Emily, I will be on call. Y/n needs me. Can you send me the case files and brief me over text?”

“Yes, of course. Tell y/n we are all here if she needs anything.” Emily nodded before heading to the conference room and Spencer quickly made his way to his car. 

Y/n lived about ten minutes away from the bureau in a small, cozy apartment. He always loved visiting her there and seeing Mellie, her adorable kitten she adopted not too long ago. Spencer was lost in his thoughts and was brought back when he felt the familiar metal of the key she had given him months ago. 

He opened the door and was greeted with something he had never seen before. The apartment was a mess, trash overflowing, dirty laundry scattered, curtains closed, lights off. The complete opposite of how she normally kept her space. 

Spencer makes his way to her room, seeing her door cracked. He peaks in to see y/n deep in sleep with her hair a mess, in day old clothes. There was untouched and half eaten food scattered here and there. He could tell she hadn’t showered in days. He instantly regretted leaving her here over the weekend as he traveled to see his mom. It looks like it's been bad since he left. 

Not wanting to wake her just yet, he closed the door and made his way back to the living room. He started with collecting all the dirty laundry, the dishes, and then the trash. He opened the blinds and watered her plants. He chuckled when he saw Mellie’s food bowl. While everything was crumbling around her, y/n made sure Mellie was not going hungry. 

Spencer made his way to the bedroom after he had cleaned for y/n. He wanted to help her as much as he could because he knew she was struggling with so much right now. Spencer quietly opened the door and climbed into bed with y/n. Mellie stirred and nudged his leg, while y/n cuddled into him. She was still for a little but he was shocked when he heard little sniffles coming from her. 

“Oh, honey, what’s a matter? I’m right here. Come here.”

Y/n cuddled more into Spencer as the sniffles turned to sobs. He just held her and whispered sweet nothings. 

Spencer has never seen it this bad. He’s seen her on her bad days and always tries to be whatever she needs. Y/n struggles with depression and some days are better than others. 

The sobs were broken as she spoke quietly. 

“I’m so sorry you have to see me like this. I never meant for you to. I hope you don’t hate me”

“Y/n, please do not apologize. I love you and every part of you. I will never hate you. You mean so much to me. Do you want to talk about what’s going on in that little head of yours?”

Spencer sat her up and softly moved the hair from her face. She nodded. 

Unable to meet his gaze, she stared at her hands and spoke softly. “It was really hard this weekend without you and having no cases. I didn’t want to call and bother you. I wanted to call you this morning but I figured the team needed you. I didn’t…”

“You will always be my number one priority, the team can wait.” He interrupted her rambling. 

“When was the last time you ate, y/n?”

Y/n felt her stomach sink. She always skipped meals until the lovely Dr. Reid came into her life and insisted on healthy habits. 

This was answer enough for Spencer. He stood and reached out a hand to y/n. He was met with grabby hands and a small smile asking to be picked up. He just chuckled and obliged. He began to carry her to the living room. 

“I am so sorry Spence, it is such a mess…” she fell silent as she saw a clean and welcoming main room. “Spence, you didn’t have to.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He spoke as he sat her on the kitchen island. “Chicken noodle or tomato?” He rested his hands on either side of her legs and kissed her softly. 

“Ummmm, tomato… but can you make me grilled cheese too?” She looked down, a little unsure of why she was nervous to ask. Spencer grabbed her chin and pulled her to meet his gaze. 

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.” He smiled and booped her nose. 

Y/n reached over and turned on the record player. She smiled as soft classics came on and filled the room. She took a second to bask in the happiness Spencer brings into her life. He is like the sun and she is forever loving him. The smell of tomato soup, the sunlight, the soft music, and the presence of her lover was enough to make her smile. Something she hadn’t done in days. 

“Spence, can I ask you something?”

“Always.” Spencer continued to mix the soup and flip the grilled cheeses. 

“Can we move in together?” She asks quietly. 

“Y/n, I would love that.” Spencer turned around smiling and brought her into a passionate kiss. Y/n was thrilled and hugged Spencer tightly. They stayed like this for a moment until the smell of something burning met their noses. 

“SHIT” Spencer quickly turned around and plated the grilled cheese. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, Spencer soon joining her laughter. 

“Well, time to restart. You are a distraction, my love. A good one, but if you want dinner tonight…” They both broke into happy laughter. Y/n hadn’t felt this good in days.

“Here Spence, let me cook it.” Y/n smiled as she started the sandwiches over. She felt as Spencer pulled her away from the oven and brought her into a slow dance. 

“Let’s just get carry-out and watch a movie. I’ve missed you.” Y/n nodded and leaned up to kiss his cheek. The night carried on with the air filled with love and y/n feeling better than she had in days.

Later that night 

Emily: How is she?

Spencer: She’s better. She’s smiling now. I love her so much Em. 

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[wrestlersownmyheart]

Second Chances Ch. 22 (Book 1 In the "Chances" Series) *Samoa Joe X OC*

Pairing: Samoa Joe X Female OC

Summary:

Ella Roberts has led a traumatic life.

She witnessed her parents' murders at the age of eighteen, and narrowly escaped death herself, due to the intervention of Joe Seanoa, a close family friend. After she discovers she was the true target the night her parents were killed, she assumes a new identity and runs away with intentions of protecting her family and loved ones. Years later, she is pursued by a mysterious Ukrainian, and soon finds herself right back in the biggest nightmare of her life. Fate brings her back to Joe, and knowing Ella's still in danger, Joe vows to keep her safe. But can he succeed? Or will the danger that still threatens her freeze any second chance they have at a happily-ever-after?

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with TNA. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: some sensuality

Chapter 22

"Joe Seanoa and Giselle Roberts?"

Ella took a deep breath as she, Joe, Nina and Jeff all stood to enter the magistrate's office.

"Ready," Joe asked, watching her face to make sure she did not show signs of apprehension.

She looked up at him and smiled happily as she smoothed her hands over her dress and brushed her hair over her shoulder. "I couldn't be more ready."

He nodded and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Neither could I."

They walked into the office then, and watched as the magistrate prepared the final paperwork and forms to be signed.

"Your driver's licenses and marriage license please," he stated, grabbing a couple of paperclips for the papers.

Joe handed over his driver's license along with the marriage license and Ella placed her driver's license next to Joe's.

"Alright, let me make copies of these for the file while you both sign this last form," he indicated Joe and Ella, "and we'll get started with the ceremony."

He walked over to the copier for a moment and the two quickly signed the form. The magistrate then returned to his desk and paper clipped all the documents together. Then he gave back their licenses, and came around his desk to stand before them.

"Joe, do you take Ella for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

Joe smiled and squeezed Ella's hand. "I do."

"Ella, do you take Joe for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish him from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall live?"

Ella smiled even as her eyes began to well up with tears. "I do."

"Do you have vows prepared for each other?"

They nodded, and Joe spoke first.

"Today, Ella Roberts, I take you to be my wife. I vow to love you and cherish you, to keep you safe and protect you always and at all costs. I promise to share the good times, and the bad. I swear I will always love you, and to be faithful to you. I will always be there when you need me, and to be the best husband I can be. I vow to make this day, and each day after, one that you will cherish. Now and forever."

Ella reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek and spoke softly, but clearly.

"Joe Seanoa, I've been dreaming of this day for over half my lifetime. You came into my life, and made all my dreams come true. I'm so proud to accept you as my husband. I vow to support and encourage you. To love you with all of my heart for the rest of our lives. I promise to be there in good times, and in bad, and to support you in every situation. I vow to never let anything come between us, and to put you before anyone else. And I vow to do anything and everything in my power to protect you as you've protected me—at all costs. I give you all my love, and all my life. O oe o lo'u ola—now and forever."

Joe's heart swelled when he heard Ella tell him he was her life in his native tongue. The fact she said the beautiful phrase in his language, made the words all the more special and meaningful.

The magistrate carried on with the ceremony then.

"The wedding ring is a symbol of eternity. It's an outward sign of an inward and spiritual bond which unites two hearts in endless love. And now as a token of your love and of your deep desire to be forever united in heart and soul, you— Joe—may place a ring on the finger of your bride."

Joe pulled out the matching band that went along with Ella's engagement ring, and placed it on her left ring finger.

"Ella, I give you this ring as a symbol of our vows, and with all I am, and all I have, I honor you. With this ring, I thee wed."

"And Ella, by the same token, you may place a ring on the finger of your groom."

Ella took the wedding ring bought for Joe and placed it on his left ring finger as well.

"Joe, I give you this ring as a symbol of our vows, and with all I am, and all I have, I honor you. With this ring, I thee wed."

"The ring is the symbol of the commitment which binds these two together. There are two rings because there are two people, each to make a contribution to the life of the other, and to their new life together." He looked at both Ella and Joe. "Now by the power vested in me, and in accordance with the laws of the State of Tennessee, I now pronounce you husband and wife." His eyes shifted to Joe then, "You may kiss your bride."

Joe smiled and leaned down, gently brushing his mouth over Ella's in a soft, tender kiss. "We're married now, Mrs. Seanoa," he whispered, gazing into her eyes.

Ella giggled happily and threw her arms around Joe. "We are, aren't we? I love you."

"I love you too," he said, kissing her again.

Ella turned then to Jeff and Nina. "We're married!"

Jeff and Nina were both crying, and not even trying to hide it.

"Be happy. Both of you. Be happy," Nina sniffled and smiled as she and Jeff pulled them both into a hug. "We love you both."

"We love you both too," Ella cried softly, and returned the hugs.

"You all have a wonderful night," the magistrate said kindly. "I think I will be closing up here, since you were my last appointment. The best of luck to you both," he said, smiling at the newly married couple.

"Thank you," Joe and Ella said in unison.

The four then headed down to the parking garage so the couple could head back to the house, and so Jeff and Nina could call for a cab to take them to their hotel.

Minutes later, both couples headed in opposite directions.

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AJ was cuddled up asleep with Jennifer and Kayla on the sofa, when the vibration of his phone woke him. He jumped slightly and managed to fish the phone out of his pocket without waking the two little girls.

"Hello?"

"AJ, it's Joe. Me and Ella are in the garage. Can you come unlock the door and let us in?"

"Yeah, give me a minute," AJ said quietly. "The girls fell asleep here on the sofa with me. I'll try not to wake them."

"Yeah, okay," Joe replied patiently.

A couple minutes later AJ was up and heading through the kitchen to the garage's door, letting Ella and Joe inside.

"Congratulations," he exclaimed, hugging his friends.

"Thanks, AJ," They both said, hugging him back.

"The girls are ready to go anytime," AJ reported. "I just need to get them out to the car."

"The car's ready too," Joe told him. "All their bags are in the back. So you just have to go directly to the hotel."

"Okay, if you can help me get the girls I'll get going."

Joe nodded and headed for the living room with AJ, while Ella stayed in the kitchen and began searching the refrigerator for some food to heat up. She had pulled out some meatloaf and scalloped potatoes when Joe and AJ walked through the kitchen, carrying her still-sleeping cousins out to the car.

Her absence of anxiety was no more. She wasn't afraid, exactly, just unsure. Her hands shook slightly, as she heard Joe re-enter the kitchen, then the door closing and locking. His silence did nothing to soothe her rattled nerves. I shouldn't have been so confident when Aunt Nina talked to me about this, she thought as she heard Joe punching in the security system's code.

Joe's slow deliberate footsteps were her undoing. She turned from the counter and faced him. His gaze was already fixed on her face as he continued toward her. She noticed he had already removed his suit jacket and tie and had draped them over a kitchen chair.

"I-I was just heating… A-are you h-hungry," she stuttered out. He nodded with an intensity in his black eyes that made Ella shiver. "It shouldn't take long," she prattled on. "I just need to heat up the meatloaf and potatoes, and-"

Joe was right in front of her then, and placed a finger over her lips. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he shook his head. "I'm not hungry for food." He closed in on her then, placing his hands on the counter tops on either side of her. His large frame gently pinned her against the counter.

Ella felt her face flame as his body pressed against her. He tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her breathing became uneven as she lost herself in his eyes.

"You're not tired," she asked, trying to stall a bit.

He shook his head again, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. "Not in the least," he replied purposefully. "Are you?"

"N-no," she answered with honesty, and shook her head. She was torn. She wanted this night to happen, but she had to admit her nerves were starting to get the best of her.

"I can tell you're scared," Joe whispered, bringing his face down to hers. "Don't be," he said softly, a second before sweeping his mouth across hers. "I won't hurt you." She felt the tips of his fingers brush across her collar bone and reach up to caress her neck. Then his lips replaced his fingers, leaving the tender skin blazing. "I'll take it very…" He kissed her jaw. "…very…" His lips moved to her neck. "…slowly." He tasted the hollow of her throat, and then his mouth traveled ruthlessly back up her neck.

Ella felt his mouth brush lightly against her skin and gripped his forearms, which still had her pinned against the counters. Her pulse sped up as he kissed his way back up her neck, his teeth gently nipping her ever so often. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and finally, Joe's mouth found hers, bestowing her with a fiery kiss that left her head spinning.

"Joe," she managed to whisper shakily. Her nerves were finally ebbing away as his skilled mouth coaxed her into serenity.

"Are you ready to take this upstairs?"

Ella looked into his eyes and saw the hunger smoldering in their black depths. The effect his gaze had on her was mind-blowing. Her legs threatened to give way as she nodded. "Yes."

Stooping, he lifted her up into his arms in a bridal carry, and then carried her through the living room, across the foyer and up the stairs. Within moments they were in her bedroom and Joe stopped short, both of them taking notice of the decorating job their friends had done. Music played softly in the background as well. Ella recognized the current song to be a film score from The Last of the Mohicans.

"Oh, wow," Ella gasped. "It's beautiful."

"This screams Angelina and Talia got a hold of this room," Joe chuckled, closing the door and setting Ella on her feet. "But it is really nice."

"There's a note," Ella exclaimed, heading over to the night table. She picked up the small card and read it aloud:

Happy Valentine's to you both, and congratulations! Hope you enjoy the makeshift honeymoon suite and film scores (hey, there are some really beautiful ones on this cd, so shut up, Joe)!

We love you guys,

Talia and Angelina

"They thought of everything," Ella said softly, turning to Joe and smiling. "We've got great friends."

"Yes, we do," Joe agreed, walking toward her. "Let's not let their hard work go to waste."

She blushed, and smiled shyly. "Let me go change, okay? I bought something to wear for tonight."

"Okay," Joe said, kissing her softly. "Don't keep me waiting long," he teased with a twinkle in his eye.

She shook her head, giggling. "I won't."

With that, she headed into her bathroom to change, while Joe began unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling it off. Next, he pulled off his pants, opting to leave his boxers on for the moment so as not to overwhelm Ella. Draping the garments across her desk chair, he spotted the picture of himself and Ella from when they were children, setting on the desk's surface. He remembered the day clearly. Ella had turned his face to hers, and he was clearly annoyed with her. She, however, was obviously smitten with him. Even then.

Why did everyone else know but me, he wondered. Sure, I realized she had a crush on me, but everyone else knew she was actually in love with me. Why did I take so long to figure it out? Seeing this picture, it was so unmistakable.

He moved over to the large bed and scattered pillows this way and that, eager to yank the puffy comforter back and get the bed ready.

The bathroom door opened then, and Joe turned to see Ella standing in the room clad in a white, satin, spaghetti-strapped nightie that stopped at the very top of her slender thighs. The lingerie had a plunging neckline that traveled all the way down to her belly button, revealing plenty of alabaster skin.

Joe couldn't take his eyes off her.

She'd unpinned her hair and let the bulk of it flow free down to her waist. She currently had a lock of it in her fingers, nervously coiling it and uncoiling it.

"Do I look okay? Or is this…" She trailed off and shifted her eyes away from Joe, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable. "I should go change-"

"No," Joe choked out, finally able to find his voice. He started toward her. "Don't. Don't change a thing."

Ella watched the hunger in his eyes escalate to starvation and she nearly took a step back from the intensity of his watchful black eyes. The next thing she knew, she was in his arms. His warm, naked chest burned against hers as he pulled her closer.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes trailing from her face down her neck to the pale ivory of her bared shoulders. "Just stunning."

Her breath trembled from the passion of his gaze, and he smiled softly at her. "Just relax. It's okay," he said. "You know I won't hurt you. Not ever." She nodded, "I k-know. Just…a little nervous, is all."

"We'll go slow," he promised, dipping his head down. In the next instant, his mouth was on hers. His kisses started out light and soft, teasing pecks that woke her senses completely. Little by little, the kisses became firmer and more passionate. His mouth coaxed hers to open beneath his, and then he slipped his tongue past her lips, tasting her fully. She moaned softly, bringing her arms up around his neck and holding him tightly to her. Her fingers ran up through his thick hair and gently tangled into it. Joe groaned and melded their bodies even closer.

"Oh, Joe… Please…"

His fingers teasingly stroked over the skin of her back and sent a thrill coursing through her body.

Joe could tell her breathy plea had nothing to do with fear, so he kissed her again. He heard a broken cry escape from her lips and her nails dug into his shoulders as her head dropped back. He growled low in his throat as he kissed over her shoulders and exposed neck, being careful of her scars.

Ella felt a wall at her back then and Joe's mouth was on hers once more.

Then he was carrying her across the room toward the large bed.

Ella stroked his jaw as he carried her. She reached up and kissed him then, eager to show him she was no longer afraid. She ground her lips against his and relished the warmth of his mouth.

Joe reached the bed then and gently lay Ella down on it, amidst the colorful rose petals and dreamy sheets. Then he was lowering his large frame down next to hers…

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[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,��� tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #peter parker #marvel #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tony stark

[princehrry-writings]

Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

masterlist

Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

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It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

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“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

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“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.

#daddy? series #stepdad!harry #stepdad!harry x reader #dad!harry #harry styles x reader #stepdad!harry styles #harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles x singlemom!reader #harry x singlemom!reader #singlemom!reader #one direction

[waitimcomingtoo]

I’m Not Half as Bad as You’ve Been Told

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Synopsis: Loki is arrested by the TVA for what he did to you 

This can be read on it’s own or as a spin off of in case you don’t live forever

Masterlist

Loki woke up in the Gobi Dessert in Mongolia after being ejected from the sky. The last thing he remembered was taking the tesseract after getting caught by the Avengers in New York. When he opened his eyes, he was met with four armed guards with their weapons pointed at them.

“Hunter B-15 with the Time Variance Authority here. Appears to be a standard sequence violation.” Hunter B-15 read off a small monitor. “Oh and look at that, you’re one of the TVA’s most wanted.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked as he got off the ground.

“Hands up.” Hunter B-15 raised her weapon. “You’re coming with us.”

Before Loki could protest, he was knocked out and had a collar placed around his neck. He was brought to the TVA headquarters and handed off to Agent Mobius after being screened.

“Loki Laufeyson. I’m agent Mobius.” Mobius introduced himself as Loki tugged at his collar. “I hear the Time Keepers find you guilty of tampering with the sacred timeline.”

“The what?” Loki huffed.

“The sacred timeline. Looks like you stole the tesseract and committed crimes against the midgardian Y/n L/n.” The Mobius read off Loki’s file.

“Y/n?” Loki stumbled back at the unexpected mention of your name. “This is about her?”

“That’s part of your charges, yes. You’ll be given more details at your trial. But I’d ike to have a talk with you first. Come this way.” Mobius nodded towards the side and lead Loki to a room with a projector on a long conference table.

“What does this have to do with Y/n? Where is she? Is she all right?” Loki asked as he took a seat behind the projector. He had worried about you since the day you left him, even after you told him you never wanted to see him again.

“She’s fine.” Mobius assured him. “Even after you got a hold of her.”

“Is she here?” Loki hoped. “Could I see her?”

“No.” Mobius answered, making Loki’s face crumple. “She’s on Earth. You know, her home.”

“I know Midgard is her home.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “I also know how much she hated it there. But this all happened ages ago. Why am I being arrested for it now?”

“Well when you took the tesseract from its set path, the TVA was alerted and noticed that this wasn’t your first offense of tampering with the sacred time line. They saw that Y/n L/n never made it back to earth in 2019 after going to Asgard to retrieve the Aether. It went undetected at the time since the Aether made it back to earth like it was supposed to. She was supposed to go back as well, but she never made it. You were the one that kept her there.”

“How is that a crime?” Loki asked. “She wanted to stay with me. She was happy! She was happy on Asgard.”

“Was she?” Mobius raised his eyebrows and turned on the screen. “Because I think she was taken from her family, friends and home. Maybe I’m mistaken, though. Let’s take a look.”

Mobius pressed a button on a remote, and a projection appeared in front of them. Mobius began to fast forward through the foundational moments in Loki’s life until he got to what he was looking for. Loki watched in shock as an image of you, Thor, and Rocket creeping around a pillar in his home appeared on the screen. He wanted to shut his eyes and look away, but it had been so long since he’d seen you. He didn’t have the strength to look away from you now.

“I’m sure you remember why she was there.” Mobius said as he watched the scene unfold. “All she wanted was the infinity stone. She was trying to save the world. She missed her boyfriend and wanted to undo all the damage that Thanos had done. You couldn’t let her do that, could you?”

“The stone still made it back to earth.” Loki protested. “She said herself that she wasn’t an important part of the plan. And her “boyfriend” was nothing but dust particles. She-“

“Shh.” Mobius waved his hand. “The shows about to begin.”

Loki painfully returned his attention to the screen right as your first introduction played out. It was your job to distract Loki while Thor and Rocket collected the Aether.

Asgard 2013

“Who goes there?” Loki cringed at the sound of his own voice. He watched Rocket and Thor hide behind a pillar while you went out into the open. You walked into a room and found Loki lying on a couch, tossing something in the air and catching it. Loki sat up when he saw you, immediately on high alert.

“Who are you?” He demanded. “How did you get in here?”

“I’m so sorry, but my friends and I are here for the festival and I just had to sneak away to find you.” You gushed, trying to it best to look innocent. Loki took long strides towards you as he took in your appearance, highly skeptical of your story.

“My brother isn’t here.” Loki informed you, his voice thick with annoyance. “So you should best be on your way.”

“I’m not here for your brother.” You said coyly. You held his gaze as you signaled for Thor and Rocket to move to the next room.

“You’re here for me?” He cleared his throat to mask the disbelief in his voice. You nodded sweetly as Thor and Rocket snuck past you.

“Of course. My friends are obsessed with your brother, but I’ve always loved you. Won’t you show me a magic trick?” You batted your eyes flirtatiously, making a slight smirk appear on Loki’s face. Meanwhile, the present day Loki was watching the interaction with a pained expression. He remembered how it felt that first time you said you loved him. That was all he needed to hear before falling in love with you just the same.

“A magic trick?” The Loki on screen asked, mischief swirling behind his eyes.

“Well you are the God of Mischief, aren’t you?” You tilted your head to the side and looked at him through your eyelashes. A full, open mouthed smirk dressed his face now. His hand went to yours and it held it up, keeping your wrist tightly between his fingers. Loki brushed the fingers on his other hand over your palm and a diamond appeared. You looked at the beautiful diamond, weightless in your hand, and let out an unexpected gasp.

“Oh, Loki. That’s amazing.” You gave him an over dramatic sigh, but he completely fell for it. “But I don’t care much for diamonds. I haven’t any use for them.”

Loki felt a twinge of competition brewing in his chest, like he had to win your approval. You faked a yawn and his eyes gleamed with determination.

“You don’t like that? Well how about this?” Loki challenged and waved his fingers over your palm again. This time, a flower appeared. It didn’t look like any earthly flower. It was ten times more beautiful and smelled better than anything you had ever smelled before. The flowers colors were green and black with accents of gold, just like Loki’s outfit. You stared at the flower in amazement before looking up shyly at him. If you weren’t mistaken, the God of Mischief had a blush on his cheeks as he watched your face carefully for approval. Loki then picked up the flower and tucked it behind your ear. He began to lean in slightly, but you were interrupted by Thor and Rocket knocking over a vase. You noticed they had the stone and were ready to go. Luckily, you saw them before Loki did.

“What was-“ Loki began to turn his head towards the sound but you quickly put a hand behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. You felt his eyes flutter shut as you opened yours, catching sight of Rocket and Thor pretending to gag out of the corner of your eye. With one hand, you motioned for them to move. They quickly scattered and you pulled away from the kiss. Loki was fully blushing now but doing his best to conceal it, though his best wasn’t good enough. He seemed completely bewildered, making you wonder if he’d ever kissed anyone before. You touched your fingertips to your lips and felt a pang of guilt. This was your first time kissing someone other than Peter Parker in 5 years, and it made you feel guilty with how much you enjoyed it. Loki appeared to be just as lost in his thoughts as you were as he struggled to catch his breath. He ran a hand over the long black hair that you had slightly messed up in the back.

“Thanks for the flower. And for everything else. Bye!” You tried to make a quick escape, but Loki caught your arm.

“Wait!” He pulled you back towards him and looked at you with wide eyes. “Will I see you again?”

“No.” You smiled sadly. “I don’t think you will.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” He asked. “I know a Midgardian when I see one.”

“Good catch.” You let out a short laugh. “No, I’m not from here. I’m not even from this reality. I just needed to borrow something from your present. I’m from Earth, and I really have to get back.”

You tried to leave again, but Loki followed after to you and caught you by the waist. You stumbled back into his arms and blinked in surprise.

“Won’t you stay?” He asked hopefully. “We only just met. Do you have to leave so soon?”

“I do.” You frowned. “I’m sorry. I really need to go home.”

“All right.” Loki reluctantly let go of you. “If you must.”

You looked at him for a moment and chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating what to do. You looked behind you and saw Thor and Rocket preparing to leave. You motioned for them to leave without you before looking back at Loki.

“Do you have a pen?” You asked him.

“A what?”

“To write with.” You chuckled and motioned as of you were writing something down. Loki waved his hand and made a quill appear out of thin air, along with a piece of paper.

“That’ll work.” You shrugged and took the quill. You wrote your name and address down on the paper and handed it to him.

“If you’re ever on earth.” You smiled shyly. “Come find me.”

“I will.” He nodded eagerly.

“I really have to go now.” You said as you looked over your shoulder to where Thor was hiding. You turned back to Loki and gave him one last kiss, surprising the both of you.

“You’ll see me again.” You said softly. “Maybe not in this timeline, but the next.”

“That’s enough.” Loki interrupted, making the screen pause. “I know what happens. And since you’ve been studying me all my life as you claim, so do you. We don’t need to watch anymore.”

“I get it, you’re impatient.” Mobius held up his hands. “We can fast forward. How about we go to the part where you used magic to break her suit? Your brother was able to get back to Earth just fine, but she was stuck on Asgard. All because of you.”

Mobius pointed a remote at the screen and fast forwarding through Loki sneaking you to his bed chambers. He stopped when he got to you and Loki sitting on his silk sheeted bed.

“I don’t know why it won’t work.” You sighed as you touched all the buttons on your suit. “I must’ve run out of Pym Particles or something. I need to fix it so I can get back to Earth.”

“Right, right. Earth.” Loki said with disinterest. “What did you need to borrow anyway?”

“The aether.” You told him as the decor in his room caught your attention. You began to look at all his golden trinkets and stolen objects with awe.

“An infinity stone?” He was taken aback. “But why?”

“In the future, Thanos wipes out half the universe.” You began. “I’m on a recovery mission with the rest of the Avengers to collect the Infinity Stones to undo what he did. We’re trying to bring all the people back.”

“Half the people in the universe gone?” He gasped. “That sounds awful.”

“It is.” You stilled for a moment. “Honestly, I’m miserable. Absolutely miserable. All my family vanished. My boyfriend is gone. Half the Avengers are gone. The sky isn’t even blue anymore. It’s horrible.”

“So you aren’t happy there?” Loki asked as he walked over to you, a little jealousy bubbling when you mentioned a boyfriend.

“I hate it.” You admitted. “Everywhere I turn, I’m reminded of what I lost. That’s why it’s so important that we bring everyone back.”

“But what if your plan fails?” Loki wondered. “What if you don’t bring back all the stones? Or what if you do, but it doesn’t bring anyway back?”

“Then I don’t know what I’d do.” You shrugged sadly. “This plan is all I have. If it fails…”

“You don’t even want to think about that, do you?” He finished your sentence when you trailed off. You looked at him and nodded softly, grateful that he understood.

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “It’s too hard to imagine.”

“See?” Loki interrupted again. “She was miserable on Earth. She said it herself. I was trying to save her from a lifetime of misery.”

“I think you’re forgetting something.” Mobius reminded him.

“Forgetting what?” Loki scoffed.

“The plan worked.” Mobius said. “Thor brought the Aether back to her original timeline, and the Avengers were able to bring everyone back. She was supposed to go too, but she was left on Asgard. That was your first offense with the TVA.”

“Oh, screw the TVA.” Loki slammed his hand on the table. “She didn’t want to go back to Earth. She was unhappy there.”

“Is that why you told her Earth was destroyed?” Mobius asked. Loki stilled and sank in his seat as he was reminded of his lies. Mobius fast forwarded again, but didn’t play another scene. Instead, he paused on a clip of you looked utterly devestated. Loki had to look away, not wanting to see you in that much pain.

“Now, I’m not gonna play this part.” Mobius shook his head. “Because even I find it hard to watch. But you need to know what you did, so I’ll remind you.”

“You don’t need to do this.” Loki seethed. “I know what I did. I know what I told her.”

“Fine, then.” Mobius shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Loki sucked in a sharp breath before looking back at the screen. The image of your desolate expression had never left his memory, so he really didn’t need to see it again to be reminded of what he had done.

“She tried to leave again.” Loki began as he stared at the screen. “I knocked her out with my magic. When she woke up, I told her Thanos had destroyed Earth and everyone on it. I said there was nothing left for her to return to.”

“She was devestated.” Mobius said quietly.

“I know she was.” Loki snapped. “She cried for a month straight.”

“So why’d you do it?” Mobius put his hands on his hips. “Why did you lie to her?”

“I didn’t want her to go.” Loki admitted, growing disgusted with himself. “I wanted her to stay with me on Asgard. She wouldn’t want to go back to Earth if she thought there was no Earth to go back to.”

“Why keep her?” Mobius wondered. “You barely knew her. Why hold her hostage like that?”

“She wasn’t held hostage.” Loki growled. “She was safe and loved and happy. No one on Asgard was taken better care of than she was. And I may not have known here when she first arrived, but we became inseparable after a while. We were almost married, for Odin’s sake. I’ll show you.”

Loki grabbed the remote from Mobius and pressed a button, fast forwarding until he found what he was looking for.

“Look.” Loki proudly pointed to the screen. “Watch this.”

He pressed play and watched as a memory of you and him played out on the screen.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Loki lead you somewhere with his hands over your eyes.

“Almost there. So impatient.” He clicked his tongue.

“You’ve taken me around the whole palace.” You chuckled. “I have a right to be impatient.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Loki stopped walking but didn’t remove his hands. “All right. We’re here.”

You pulled his hands off of your face and found yourself in front of two large green doors.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Doors.

“Open the doors.” He rolled his eyes. You gave him a playful look over your shoulder before pushing the doors open.

“Oh my God.” You gasped when the doors opened. The room was decorated from ceiling to floor with all kinds of Asgardian wildlife. I’m the center of the room, your name was spelled out in the flower Loki had presented you with on the day you met. There was a running waterfall that cascading from the ceiling to the ground, leaving a soothing babbling sound throughout the room.

“It’s yours.” Loki said as he watched your reaction. “You mentioned once that you always wanted a garden. Now you do.”

“Oh, Loki.” You turned around and rushed into his arms. He stumbled back in surprise before hugging you back tightly.

“This is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Well, you’ve been so upset lately. I wanted to cheer you up.” He said as he stroked your hair. It had been a month since he lied to you and told you that Earth was destroyed, and you were finally starting to act like yourself again.

“Thank you.” You pulled away to look at him. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“I truly hope you like it, darling.” He said softly as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “It’s all yours.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before your gaze fell to his lips. Since your last kiss, Loki had brought you food and kept you company every day. You had a built up a friendship with him since arriving to Asgard, but now you felt differently. There was a connection from the very first day, but it had gotten lost in your lament over your planets alleged destruction. Now, there was nothing stopping you from feeling that connection again. You hesitated before leaning it to kiss him. Just like last time, you felt his eyes flutter shut before he kissed you back. His hands cupped your face as you reached your arms around his neck. Loki watched your first kiss on the screen with a proud but mournful smile.

“Isn’t that something?” Mobius said as he paused the screen. Loki blinked back to reality and wiped his face, not realizing until that moment he had been crying.

“That scene speaks for itself.” Loki cleared his throat and tried to act like he hadn’t been crying. “You can see how happy she was. She loved that garden. And she loved me.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Mobius nodded. “But it’s hard to see past the fact that your entire relationship was built on a lie. She was only with you because she thought her home was destroyed.”

“She was with me for three years.” Loki said sharply. “The lie may have kept her there in the beginning, but she stayed willingly after that. She wanted to be on Asgard. She wanted to be with me.”

“Maybe. But she wasn’t supposed to be.” Mobius reminded him. “That wasn’t her timeline. She was supposed to be on Earth. She was supposed to be with Peter.”

“Peter?” Loki sputtered in disdain. “Peter Parker? Her little boyfriend from when she was a teenager?”

“In most time lines, they end up together.” Mobius said, knocking the wind out of Loki’s chest. “She went on that mission because she wanted to bring him back. Do you think she would have stayed, even for a second, if she knew her boyfriend Peter was alive back on Earth?”

“She told me they were 17 when the Thanos wiped out half the universe. That means Peter would’ve been 17 when he returned. She was 22 when she came to Asgard. She hadn’t been his girlfriend for 5 years. She had grown up. Her life went on. They would’ve had nothing in common anymore.”

“But she was supposed-“

“Who cares what she was supposed to do?” Loki snapped. “Why does the TVA get to decided what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to be?”

“They’re the Time Keepers. They make the rules. And the rules say you can’t take someone from a different timeline and marry them. Oh, that reminds me.”

“Reminds you of what?”

“Your punishment. Mobius pressed a different button and a cloudy box appeared. “Go in there while I get the rest of your files.”

“What? I’m not going in there.” Loki scoffed.

“Don’t make me get the guards.” Mobius sighed. Loki clenched his jaw and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to be overpowered by the guards again. He reluctantly stood up, gave Mobius a sarcastic smile, and went through the cloudy portal.

As soon as Loki stepped through the portal, he stepped into his bedroom back on Asgard. He took another step forward, just as something stirred in his sheets. You sat up all the sudden, hair messy and wearing Loki’s horned crown. It was too big for your head and hung in your eyes, but the sight still took Loki’s breath away.

“Y/n?” Loki gasped and stepped forward.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead.” Loki nodded eagerly. He failed to see how this was a punishment. It had been so long since he last saw you that this felt more like a reward.

“I want our wedding to be earth themed.” You told him as you took his hands in yours.

“Our…our wedding?” Loki asked. He looked around the room and realized that he was not actually with you, but reliving a memory from years ago.

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I just miss it so much. I want it to be a part of our special day.”

Loki found himself at a loss for words. He knew that when this memory originally happened, he had continued to lie to you and lead you to believe Earth had been destroyed. This time, he knew better and kept his mouth shut.

“We could have sunflowers.” You continued. “That was my favorite flower back on earth. And we could serve earth food and play earth music and-“

“Of course darling.” He cut you off and squeezed your hand. “Whatever you want. We will have it all.”

“Thank you. And if it’s not too much to ask, I want a minute of silence where everyone lights a candle.” You said quietly. “For Peter.”

Loki gulped and forced a smile, that line causing him just as much pain now as it did then.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” You stood up from the bed and hugged him tightly. Loki hugged you back with a troubling frown on his face. He had forgotten how guilty he felt every time he had to lie to you. He pulled away and brought you into a long kiss, wordlessly trying to convey that he loved you and was sorry.

“I can’t wait. I can’t tell you how much I miss earth.” You sighed against his lips.

“Mm hm.” He gulped.

“I just wish I could’ve seen it one last time.” You frowned, eyes growing tearful. “I feel so guilty all the time. I would’ve died too if I had gone back with Thor when I was supposed to.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t go.” Loki said weakly, knowing Thor was very much alive in your timeline back on Earth.

“I know.” You sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake the survivors guilt. It makes me sick sometimes.”

Loki stayed silent as he fingers drummed against your waist. Before he could respond, his body jerked back and he suddenly reentered the room.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Loki looked behind him before looking back at you. The memory played all over again, forcing him to lie to you once again. When you told him how guilty you felt, he was sent back and had to relive the moment over again. Each time he had to lie to you, he felt more disgusted with himself. After the thirteenth time, he had enough.

“I just wish I could’ve seen it one last time.” You frowned, eyes growing tearful. “I feel so guilty all the time. I would’ve died too if I had gone back with Thor when I was supposed to.”

“I lied to you.” He admitted. “Earth was never destroyed. Thor and all the Avengers and your family, they’re all fine.”

“What?” You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not your savior. I didn’t save you from anything. I stole you from your time line because I fell in love with you the moment we met. You were the first person to show a a genuine interest in me, and I took advantage of that. And for that, I am deeply, deeply sorry.”

“Oh, Loki.” You sighed and stroked his face. “It’s too late for that.”

“What?” He frowned as he wrapped his hand around your wrist to keep your palm against his face.

“I’m not even here.” You whispered.

“All right Loki.” Mobius walked through the portal before Loki could answer you. “I got the rest of your files. Let’s go.”

“But…I can’t just leave her.” Loki held on to you tightly.

“She’s not even real.” Mobius shrugged as he held up his remote. It pulled Loki back through the portal and he stumbled back into his seat.

“Here’s the last one.” Mobius said, but Loki wasn’t listening. He was still thinking about how it felt to touch you one last time. He blinked back a tear before looking up at the screen. You were there once again, talking to one of the new maids.

“Oh, I wasn’t born here.” He heard you telling the maid. “I’m from Earth.”

“A midgardian?” The maid smiled. “Wow. You’re quite far from home.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly. “I miss it every day. But I’m happy here. I’m really happy with Loki.”

“If you miss it, why don’t you go back?” The maid asked, making Loki suck in a breath. He knew exactly what was coming.

“Go back?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Earth was destroyed three years ago.”

“No it wasn’t.” The nurse laughed. “Earth is fine.”

The audio faded out as you turned to look at Loki. He felt like you were looking right through him, down to his rotten soul. Your face was frozen in horror and betrayal as you finally learned the truth. Three years after arriving on Asgard, you found out your home hadn’t been destroyed after all. It was all a lie. A lie told to you by the man you thought you loved.

“Stop.” Loki choked out. “Stop it. Turn it off.”

Mobius paused the screen and looked at Loki in silence. To his surprise, Loki was wiping his tears off on the sleeves of his jumpsuit. His eyes were red and full of remorse as he looked up at the screen.

“I don’t need it see it again.” He whispered. “I know she trusted me. I know I betrayed her. I did that.”

“So you understand why the TVA is arresting you?” Mobius asked softly. “You didn’t just steal the tesseract. You stole that girl from her reality. Even if she loved you, she was never supposed to be with you.”

Loki nodded before hanging his head in shame. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew it the entire time he was doing it. Even though he betrayed you out of his love for you, he still betrayed you.

“You’re right.” Loki said sincerely. “She was never mine to keep. Never mine to lose either.”

“No, she wasn’t.” Mobius agreed as he watched Loki curiously. The look of utter remorse on Loki’s face was out of character after everything Mobius had studied about him.

“Could you just tell me if she’s all right?” Loki sniffled. “That’s all I ask. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Mobius answered. “She’s fighting for the Avengers again and reunited with her family.”

“Is she still miserable?”

“No.” Mobius smiled a little. “Not anymore.”

“And…and Peter?” His voice was barely audible now.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mobius told him. “It won’t do you any good. And for what it’s worth, there are timelines that exists where she stays. There’s even a timeline where you two are alligators and rule a kingdom in a lake.”

Loki smiled too, grateful that you were able to move on after his betrayal. Mobius furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Loki genuinely caring about another human being, something he was not used to seeing.

“I could show you one more thing.” Mobius offered sympathetically. Loki reluctantly looked back at the screen as the man his play. To his surprise, all the good moments of his relationship with you flashed before him. All the kisses and laughter, fond smiles and endearing moments played on the screen, bringing tears to his eyes. He leaned toward on the table to get as close to you as possible, reaching out towards you with his shackled hands. The screen went blank suddenly, and his smile fell.

“They’re ready for you.” Mobius said as he checked his phone. “I can take you to the court now.”

Loki stayed silent as he was lead to the courtroom and sat in front of the judge. All he could think about was the moments of happiness he had been able to relive.

“Loki Laufeyson.” The judge brought his attention back. “How do you plead?

Loki blinked a few times, your smile flashing before him each time he closed his eyes. He thought about he had caused that smile to fade with every lie he told, and that’s when he knew he had his answer. He looked the judge right in the eye and entered his plea.

“Guilty.”

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Can u do a fic where fem!reader and Nat are broken up and they’re pretty hostile with each other but when one of them gets hurt on a mission they realize they’re still in love and get back together thank u if u write this :)))))))

I Love You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, violence, that’s it i believe

A/N: hi! i hit 300 followers! i posted my very first story 3 weeks ago and only had like 10 followers then. i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am that i’ve been able to bring people joy (or pain lol) with my stories. thank you. not proofread. <3

Summary: Ex-lovers Natasha and Y/N dance around their feelings for each other. They decide that hostility was the best course of action.

Word Count: 2.5K

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You and Natasha dated for a year and a half before you guys decided to call it quits. It was a mutual agreement, but there was still some sort of bad blood between the both of you that was painfully obvious. The tension could be cut with a knife.

You guys were going great at first. You both understood each other on a level that no one else could. You would do typical couple things in order to compensate for the lack of stability and domesticity you’ve both had in your lives. Movie nights, designated date nights, cuddle sessions in the late hours of the night, and literally every other cliche there was in the book.

However, you and Natasha were both raised in similar environments. From young ages, you guys were trained to conceal your true emotions and that love was for children. So, communicating with one another was something that the both of you didn’t know how to do.

You didn’t try to communicate and neither did she; and there lied the problem. Natasha would absolutely freak on you if you so much as looked at another person. You would get upset if Natasha went on a mission without informing you first. There were so many pointless arguments that occurred between you and Natasha. Arguments that could’ve been avoided or solved if you guys were able to just talk to each other.

You would say that you guys did talk… just in a higher volume than normal conversation. The yelling between you both could be heard throughout the compound. Most times, you would get so fed up and tired from the arguing, that you didn’t even know why you guys were fighting anymore. It wasn’t healthy and you knew it.

You and Natasha never once told each other the big three words. That was a line neither of you dared to cross. Like the Red Room and The Academy taught you both, love was a weakness and was nothing more than a concept believed by children. You’d like to think that actions spoke louder than words, though.

You could feel the love between you both in the way you would hold onto one another after a mission had gone wrong. You could feel it in the way Natasha worried and panicked when you’d come back from a mission with so much as a scratch above your eyebrow. However, you still could not bring yourself to tell her how you felt. Not that it would matter now, considering you guys had broken up.

It’s been five months since the breakup, and at first your plan of action was to be civil with your ex-girlfriend, but she had other plans. Natasha would bark out snarky remarks whenever you would speak up during team meetings. She began to give you cold glares whenever you walked into a room. God forbid you would even breathe in her direction, she would storm out of a room at the speed of light if you did so.

So, you began to act the same way she was. Okay, yes, it was extremely childish thinking. You should be mature, regardless of how Natasha was treating you, but you couldn’t be civil anymore. So you would treat her just as harshly as she did you. You’d send her sharper glares than she would give you. You’d never listen to anything she had to add during mission meetings, being sure to make it obvious you weren’t paying attention. And you would always counter her hostile comments that were directed towards you.

The team was currently sat in a meeting. You and Natasha were meant to be sent on a mission together, to which you both immediately objected.

“Steve, do I really have to go with that over there? I’d rather go myself and risk dying than go with her.” Natasha pointed in your direction and you were immediately offended by her statement.

“No, I would rather go and die than have to hear one more word out of your god damn mouth. You’re such a bitch.” You spoke as you stood up from your seat, Natasha following suit. Natasha walked across the room and stopped in front of you. She harshly shoved a finger against your chest.

“What the fuck did you just call me? You better take it back before I make sure you never talk again.” Natasha glared at you intensely as she stared into your eyes. You returned her stare with a bored expression on your face.

“I said you’re a bitch. What are you going to do about it, Widow?” You asked her challengingly. Natasha moved to pounce on you, but Bucky, who was sitting next to your spot, sprung in and intervened.

“Let her go Barnes. I’d love to kick her ass.” You smirked as your words only enraged Natasha more. She struggled against Bucky’s grip, trying to free herself so she could pound your face into the floor, but she couldn’t break free.

“Okay! Enough. Natasha, you’re off the mission. Y/N, you’re with me. We leave in 10.” Steve spoke with conviction in his voice, fed up with the pair of you. Natasha stopped resisting Bucky’s hold as he slowly let her go. You looked at her with one harsh glare before you took the mission file that was on the table and walked out of the room. As you left, everyone in the room stared at Natasha. She huffed and stormed out of the room as well.

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You and Steve were currently staked out in a van. You guys were spying on one of the leaders of Hydra and an infamous weapons dealer. The man was currently having a lunch with the dealer. You had been sitting there together for about an hour. You were bored out of your mind and pissed that you couldn’t get Natasha out of your mind. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking about how hot she looked when she pissed. The way her eyes would widen, showing off more of her green irises as her eyebrows furrowed together in anger. The way her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. God, she had such nice boobs.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Fury’s voice coming in through comms. “Okay, we evacuated civilians off of the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Remember, wait until they’re in front of the alley before you attack. They may have weapons.” Fury informed you both and you looked onto the monitor to confirm the empty street. Sure enough, there wasn’t a civilian in sight; good.

Steve replied with a quick “okay” before movement from the door of the restaurant caught your attention. “Steve, there they are. Move out, now.” You spoke as you loaded your gun and attached it to your hip. You and Steve jumped out of the van. Steve threw his shield and hit both of the men with it. His shield came back to him as if ricocheted off of the men.

Your gun was pointed at the both of them as you guys approached them. “Meeting in broad daylight? Doesn’t seem like a smart move for two supposedly genius people.” You spoke as Steve searched the two men for any weapons. They didn’t have any. That should’ve been a red flag, but you weren’t in the right state of mind right now.

Suddenly, another van pulled up in front of the alleyway, right behind the vehicle you both had just exited. Hydra Agents with semi-automatic guns filed out of the van. Fuck. You guys were set up. Steve shared a look with you before he threw his shield toward the men and knocked the guns out of a few of the agent’s hands.

You began to fire towards the men with your own gun. You shot them in the shoulders, sending them flying to the ground in pain. You and Steve made quick work of the men and soon enough, there were unconscious men littered across the floor.

You and Steve turned back to the two men you had previously captured as they laid on the floor in shock. They really thought their little stunt would work? Pathetic. Unfortunately, one of the Hydra agents was still conscious. You and Steve failed to notice the movement behind your backs. The man pointed a nearby gun at you and fired 5 shots at you. He missed three of them, but managed to land two into your abdomen.

You fell to the ground as Steve whipped around and actually knocked the man unconscious this time. “Fury, we need backup! L/N is down!” He spoke frantically into comms as he applied pressure to your wounds. Your eyes were open in shock as you tried to process what just happened. You were shot. It really did hurt like a bitch. What are those black spots? God, I want Natasha right now. Wait, what? No, it’s just the blood loss talking.

You fell unconscious as soon as the backup S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared on the scene. You were rushed back to the Avengers Compound in one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s vehicles, Steve following you after ensuring the two men were detained. As soon as the car made it to the compound, your unconscious body was placed onto a gurney and you were being rushed to the medical wing.

As your body was being rolled through the halls of the compound, you were pushed by the doctors past Natasha. She did a double take and quickly turned around to confirm what she had just saw. Her heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of your limp, blood-covered body. She ran after you without a second thought, fear and dread taking over.

Natasha tried to enter the medical wing where they had just taken you, but she was stopped by a strong hand abruptly placing itself onto her shoulder. “Nat, we need to let them take care of her. We’d only be disturbing them and we need their focus to 100% be on Y/N.” Steve said in an attempt to convince the redhead to stop her plan of barging into the room like a madwoman. Natasha took one last glance at the door before she heavily sighed and walked to the wall across the door. She slid her back slowly against the wall and placed her head in her hands.

“What happened, Rogers?” Natasha asked, afraid of hearing the answer. Steve went over the events of the mission, and all Natasha could think was that she should’ve been there with you. She would’ve jumped in front of that bullet to save you in a heartbeat because she loved you. Wait. She loved you? Holy fuck! She loved you!

Natasha’s heart rate increased rapidly at her self revelation. She has loved you this entire time. God, she was so fucking blind. How could she not see what was right in front of her? She was madly in love with you. She let the things the Red Room drilled into her affect your relationship. Now, she wasn’t sure if she’d have the opportunity to make it up to you. That thought scared Natasha more than any mission ever could.

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1 hour later

An hour later, and the entire team was sprawled across the hallway of the medical wing. Wanda sat beside Natasha on the floor, comfortingly holding her hand. The rest of the team just stood, anxiously and impatiently waiting to hear about your status.

At the sound of the medical bay door opening, Natasha shot up from her spot on the floor and looked towards Helen Cho. “What’s her status? Is she okay? Did she make it?” Natasha immediately fired off questions at the Doctor. The team stood firmly behind Natasha as they looked at Dr. Cho, their eyes asking her the same questions Natasha did.

“She coded on the table a few times. The bullets hit some major arteries, but we managed to stop the bleeding. If she had arrived even a minute later than she did, she wouldn’t have made it.” The relief of the good news radiated off of earth’s mightiest heroes. Natasha almost let tears escape her eyes, but quickly blinked them back.

“Can I see her?” Natasha asked desperately. “Yes you can, but shes still asleep. The anesthesia was very strong so she’ll be out for a few more hours.” Helen spoke as she opened the door for Natasha. She entered and let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. Natasha grabbed a nearby chair and placed it right beside your bed. She lightly stroked your hair before she gripped your hand.

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3 hours later

You groaned as you slowly open your eyes and were met with an obnoxiously bright light hovering over you. You heard some shuffling before the light was shut off. You turned your head towards the other person in the room and you rolled your eyes at who it was.

“If you’re here to be an asshole, please leave. I’m not in the mood for it.” You spoke as you watched Natasha sit back down in the chair next to your bed.

“I’m not here for that. I wanted to apologize, Y/N. You were right, I was a bitch. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, but I was just afraid.” Natasha began to speak as she seemingly appeared nervous. You’ve never seen her nervous before, you’re pretty sure no one ever has.

“I was so terrified because I love you. Everyone I love ends up leaving me, and I couldn’t watch you leave me. So, I thought it was best if I beat you to the punch.” Natasha looked down to her lap and played with her fingers absentmindedly. Your eyes widened as far as they could go at Natasha’s words. She loved you. She actually, verbally said it. That’s a huge fucking deal.

“I know my logic may not make the best sense, but what does make sense is the fact that I love you. I always have and I was just too stupid to tell you. I’m sorry, I love you so much.” Natasha spoke as she tore her gaze from her hands and up to your eyes.

You reached your hand out for hers and she shakily took your hand in hers. You almost let out a gasp at the contact, you missed her touch so much. “I won’t ever leave you, Natasha because I love you too. I’m sorry too. I was just as afraid as you were. We were both stupid.” You let out a little laugh at your last words. Natasha let out a chuckle as a tear fell from her eyes. Oh god, you’ve never seen her cry either.

“You scared me. I thought you weren’t going to make it. When I saw your body being wheeled down here…. all the blood… I-“ Natasha words were cut off as you smashed your lips against hers. You winced as the pain from your gunshot wounds radiated across your body, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that the woman you loved, loved you too. You’d never be afraid to express your love for her ever again.

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So I was wondering if I could request something like Levi x reader where they get into an argument right before a expedition. The reader gets hurt on that expedition and Levi feels guilty. Kinda thinking angst and a bit of fluff at the end c:

I loved writing this sm! thanks for sending it in anon!

Summary: You grapple with Levi before a stressful mission.

Word Count: 2.3K

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"Behave yourselves and enjoy this 'cause it cost the corps two months worth of our budget!" The chef announced as plates of meat were uncovered in front of the soldiers. Your mouth watered as you watched Hange slice the thick slabs of meat on the platter.

"Worth every penny." She hummed as she slapped a piece onto her plate. Levi rolled his eyes and looked up at Erwin, who was sat across from him. You elbowed him and shot him a dazzling grin.

"Lighten up cap, it's not often that we get to enjoy this stuff."

"It'll likely be the last for most." Levi grunted and your grin fell from your lips.

"So macabre." Hange snickered as she gnawed on a piece of meat.

"It's the truth." Levi's cold eyes were locked on Erwin who nodded in agreement.

"Well I plan on savoring it." You quipped, popping a piece into your mouth and chewing it dramatically. Levi scoffed and crossed his arms, ignoring his full plate.

"-Sasha! That's my hand!" Jean cried out, you had to cover your mouth in a futile attempt at hiding your amusement. Sasha had her teeth sank into his hand as Connie desperately tried to pry her from Jean.

"Sasha! Don't make me knock you out!" Connie pleaded as he caught her in a choke hold.

"Damn kids." Levi growled, as he glared at the teens from across the room.

"They're having fun! You should try it sometime." Hange kicked Levi under the table and you chuckled around another mouthful of food.

"I'm good." Levi's lip curled in disgust as Sasha was wrestled to the ground, the two boys finally subduing her.

"They're young, let them figure it out themselves." You assured him, gently resting a hand on his elbow. His eyes softened for a fraction of a second at this. Your touch was fleeting before your hand fell onto the bench between the two of you. He sighed loudly, finally grabbing his fork and picking at his potatoes.

The atmosphere was warm and made you feel so...whole. Even if you knew that Levi was right, tonight was likely the last time you and your comrades would dine together. But even if that was the case, you would be grateful for this happy memory. The peace was short lived however. Jean and Eren broke out into a fist fight, a rather pitiful one at that.

Within a few short minutes, the two were a sweaty mess, both huffing and staggering as they held their fists up. Levi got to his feet and stalked towards them, a deep scowl etched on his face.

With only two blows, the pair was on the floor, clutching their stomachs as Levi towered over them.

"Go to bed." He ordered. Jean vomited and Levi's lip curled in disgust.

"And clean that shit up." He added curtly as the dining hall murmured, recovering from the excitement. Sasha whimpered from her post as she struggled against her binds, feet kicking loudly against the wooden floors. As the soldiers filed out of the room, you made your way to her to free her. She sighed in relief as the gag was pulled off her mouth and the ropes slashed.

"Thanks miss." She gushed as she rolled her tense wrists.

"Don't mention it." You smiled as you reached into your pocket and passed her a loaf of bread.

"Did I mention how much I love you?" She grinned as she accepted the food and dove in for a hug.

"Actually, I don't think that you have." You giggled as she began eating the bread behind your shoulder as she hugged you.

"mf, well I sure do!" She exclaimed around a full mouth.

"You'd better go catch up with the others." You suggested with a firm pat on her back. She stood and jogged out of the dining hall, half eaten loaf in hand.

"You're too soft with them." Levi scolded from the doorway. You waved him off as you joined him, walking side by side out of the large room.

"They need it." You assured him, gently brushing your shoulder against his.

"The last thing they need is to be coddled." Levi argued.

"Levi, I think that sometimes you forget that they're fifteen." You paused outside of his office, leaning against the threshold as he unlocked the door.

"I haven't forgotten." He mumbled as he pushed the door open.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, brushing off his especially sour mood.

"Don't you have formation plans to look over?" He asked as you followed him into his office.

"I thought we could go over them together." You shrugged, dropping down onto his couch.

"I'm not looking at them now."

"Then why should I be? Do you think I can't comprehend a simply formation we've used for years?" You were half teasing, but there was only so much crap you could take from him.

"Sometimes it seems that way." He agreed, falling into his desk chair. Your eyes narrowed and the food that had felt so good in your stomach moments before seemed too heavy.

"Why are you extra shitty tonight?" You asked even though you knew the answer. He always got moody the days leading up to missions.

"I think you know why." He looked up from his papers to shoot you a pointed glare.

"You need a nap." You attempted to rein in the easy banter, but Levi was persistent.

"I need you to get the fuck out of my office." His words stung, and you barely caught the hurt expression before it crossed your face.

"I'll see you in the morning." You said as you stalked across the small room and out of the door, closing it softly behind you. Levi groaned once he was sure you wouldn't hear him, his head hit his desk hard as he tried to fight off the migraine that had been creeping up on him since dinner.

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As promised, the next morning he saw you. Or rather, he caught glimpses of you as you readied your horse and helped the younger soldiers make last minute preparations. The day ahead was going to be long and taxing. Mostly comprised of traveling out of the safety of the walls. Erwin had allowed for just enough time for the scouts to travel, timing it just so their departure from the gates would be well after sunset.

His morning was shittier than usual, Hange had been annoying, and Erwin had been stubborn as ever, continuing to dismiss his lack of an arm and insisting on joining the corps on the mission. So when you didn't brush up against him and crack one of your shit jokes during the long ride, he knew that he had royally fucked things up.

He still hadn't spoken to you when the lifts hoisted the scouts over the wall and into titan territory, or when the lanterns were the only light that guided them through thick trees.

When the first rays of sunlight fell onto the abandoned city of shiganshina, you stood stoically beside Hange and Moblit. He had missed his window, now it was time to focus on the mission. He could only hope that both himself and you survived.

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As the morning wore on and the battle turned from bad to worse, you knew that chances of survival became slimmer. The only thing you could do was trust in Hange, Erwin and Armin to form a plan to defeat the Reiner and the beast titan. The colossal had yet to show his face, making you more uneasy. The small victory of bringing down Reiner was short lived as a barrel flew over the wall and the sounds of distance explosions echoed through the walls.

"Bertolt is in there!" Armin screamed as you watched the barrel fly overhead.

"What do we do!?" Connie cried as you flew through the rooftops.

"If he transforms, there will be nothing we can do!" Armin yelled over the wind. Eren's titan jogged ahead as you made your way towards the center of town.

"We have to do something!" You yelled, desperate for a solution. Luckily he didn't immediately transform, instead rushing to Reiner's side and addressing him first.

"I'm going to regroup with Hange!" You said, as Bertolt zipped towards you.

"Hurry!" Jean yelled after you as you flew away, pouring on the speed.

You reached Hange's team to find them struggling with some dysfunctional thunder spears.

"(Y/n)! I'm glad you made it! Was that Bertolt inside of there?" Moblit asked as you landed heavily on the tiled rooftop.

"Yeah, it's him. We don't have long before he transforms. We've got to get back to the kids!" You informed them and they all leapt off of the rooftop, rushing back in the direction that you had come from. You only made it about half way there before a blinding mushroom cloud and a clap of thunder overpowered your senses. Hange reached out for you, snagging your wrist. Moblit pushed the two of you down and you screamed as the blast took him in a blinding light. You and Hange fell down a well, a mess of limbs and tangled gear. You couldn't tell if it was your blood or hers as the two of you laid motionless in the shallow well.

"Hange!" Your ears rang as you shook her desperately. Her face was covered in blood, you could tell that her eye was missing already. You began clawing through your pockets in search of gauze, the taste of iron made you want to gag. With shaky hands, you wrapped her head, covering her exposed eye socket. She woke moments later, hands shooting out to grab you.

"Your face." She groaned, hand falling to rest on your chin as she slowly sat up.

"What's wrong with-" You froze mid sentence when you realized that was why you tasted blood. She dug into her own pocket and produced a needle and some suture. She sewed the large gash, which ran from the apple of your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

"We need to check for survivors." Hange grunted as she bit off the remaining suture, you nodded in agreement.

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As you stood on the rooftop staring at the two lifeless bodies, you knew immediately who had to be chosen. Hange clutched Mikasa to her chest as the girl cried, tears running off her pale cheeks.

"Levi." You whimpered, his bloodied face turned, eyes wild and tortured.

"Get back, I'm giving the serum to Erwin." He ordered. Floch hauled Eren away from Armin, who's charred skin smoked in the late afternoon sun.

"You can't." You cried, tears stinging the wound on your cheek.

"I will." Levi growled.

"Now leave!" He pulled the syringe out of the case and filled it with the opaque liquid and your chest squeezed painfully.

"But-" Jean's hand closed tightly around your bicep as he began pulling you towards the edge of the roof.

"Let's go." Jean's voice was strangled, and you realized that all of you felt this loss deeply. He needed you to be an adult here, needed some reassurance. So you leaned into him and allowed him to pull you off of the roof, wrapped securely in his arms. As you hugged him and Connie a few rooftops away, the sound of a titan crashing through buildings made you look up. Levi landed near you, head hung low and empty syringe in hand.

The thin beast shoved the screaming boy down its gullet and you gasped when you saw its face. You knew it was Armin, and you felt ashamed at the surge of relief that flowed through you.

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The sun beat down on your shoulders as you sat beside Sasha on the wall. Levi and Hange had gone with Mikasa and Eren about an hour ago, leaving you in charge of the remaining kids.

"Here they come!" Connie called, pointing excitedly at the group as they used the last of their gas to scale the wall. Levi didn't bother joining the group, instead favoring to walk in the opposite direction. You rushed after him, legs pumping as you ran across the wall. You snagged his wrist and tugged on it gently.

"Levi." You had no words, only able to form his name in a raspy voice.

"I should have chosen Erwin." He said numbly, too weak to even try pulling free of your grasp.

"It's over. We reclaimed Maria. You made a hard choice, I can't say it was the right one but.." Your words failed you as he turned to face you. You had never seen him look so hopeless, lips glued into a frown and eyes searching for validation.

"You did what had to be done." You assured him as you took a step closer, the tips of your boots touching his.

"Did I?" His brows knitted together as your hand slipped into his.

"Yes. You did, you gave us a chance." You slowly leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. You were surprised when he melted into you, his body pressed close, breath tickling the skin behind your ear. Your hands gripped the harness on his back in an attempt to ground the two of you. He sighed and breathed you in, his own hands coming to rest at the small of your back.

"We'll figure this out." You said into his neck, lips brushing the skin there unintentionally.

"I'm glad....that you survived." He said into your messy hair, which was falling from it's hold. His hand slid from the small of your back to rest between your shoulder blades.

"Me too." You let out a small laugh half sob, allowing a few more tears to slide down your cheeks.

"Let's address those shitty kids." He said as he pulled back, and you nodded, giving him a watery smile as the two of you fell into a matched pace once more.

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Heatwave

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: The air conditioning is out at the BAU, so things get very hot—in more ways than one. Category: Smut 18+ (penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie / minor breeding kink, sex in an elevator) Warnings: Sex, language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 3.7k

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"Oh, fuck, that's it!"

The exclamation nearly knocked Spencer off his feet. He would know her voice anywhere, so he didn't have to look to know that it was Y/N, but he looked anyway, sure enough spotting her on the opposite end of the bullpen, sorting through files at her desk.

If Hotch was any closer, he would have given her a warning look to signal his distaste for her swearing in the office, but his door was shut while he talked with someone so it never came.

"Wha—what did you find?" Spencer got out after clearing his throat to compose himself. It was bad enough he had already been distracted by her before, thinking about what it would be like to feel her hands weaved through his hair as she kissed him, but then she had to say that sentence of all things, slightly enhancing the fantasy.

It also didn't help that the air conditioning in the building was currently out, and in the middle of August. So when he looked up, he saw a low-cut, baby pink tank top with lace detailing on the hem, and a pulled-up hairdo that perfectly exposed her neck, which was currently glistening in a thin sheen of sweat. The way she leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed under a loose, knee-length floral skirt as she mulled over her file was giving him too many bad ideas, and it was a wonder he hadn't been caught or called out yet—everyone could always tell when he was thinking or off in his own world.

"Oh," Y/N said, briefly craning her head to meet his eyes. It took everything he had not to shudder when their gazes finally met. "I just misplaced one of my files, that's all. I was afraid I'd lost it. But it's right here," she said with a nervous laugh. "I didn't... bother you did I?"

"Oh! N—no, you didn't bother me at all, I... I was just wondering, that's all. I—I'm glad you found your file." He hated that he stumbled over his words, but when she looked at him like that, that sickeningly sweet kindness in her eyes that never wavered when she talked to him, he couldn't help it. She was easily the most intimidatingly angelic presence he'd ever met, in every capacity possible.

Even as she quickly frowned and shifted slightly in her chair, her eyes didn't lose that sparkle. But it was still evident that she was uncomfortable, so Spencer spoke again. "Are you okay?"

She set the file down on her desk and sat up straighter, bringing her back up off the chair as she uncrossed her legs. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just the heat. I hate it. I'm definitely more of a cold, rainy day-type of girl, I guess."

Odd, considering you're just about the warmest soul I've ever met, he thought. Even as she talked about her distaste for the heat, she kept her voice light and her eyes kind.

"Hmm," is all he said, shortly and barely loud enough for her to hear.

The rest of the day seemed to pass by rather quickly, which Spencer was thankful for; the longer the day moved forward, the hotter it got, and it proved to be more distracting than he wanted to admit.

But soon he would be able to go home and take a cold shower, for one thing to cool off, but for another to relieve some of this feeling Y/N had been making him feel. He tried really hard throughout the day not to look at her, but he always found himself drawn to her anyway, and each time it happened he thought of dirtier and dirtier things, scenarios that he was positive could only happen in his wildest dreams.

But as usual, things didn't seem to work in his favor today. Just as he and Y/N were about to get onto the elevator, Hotch walked by, calling to them. "Sorry to ask you guys of this, but could you stay another hour or two? There are more files I need to get sorted, and I know it's hot, so I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it would be helpful if I had an extra set of hands."

Two more hours at most, he could manage that, right? And at least he'd have more files to keep him occupied, something to focus on.

Hotch sent them to the file room with a list of the files he needed, and then it was just the two of them, stepping onto the elevator and sealing their fate.

It wasn't four seconds after the elevator started moving that it stopped and the lights inside dimmed red.

"Wait, what's happening?" Y/N asked, slightly panicked.

Spencer was just as puzzled. "I... I'm not sure. Maybe it has something to do with the heat?"

About a minute passed before she sighed, shoving her phone in her bag. "Yeah. Just got a text from Garcia, the power in the building shut down so they could fix the air conditioning. It's gonna take like a half hour."

"A—A half hour? Really?" He tried not to show how nervous it made him, but truthfully he didn't think it would work.

Y/N sighed. "Yeah... It's... fine, though, I mean, maybe someone will try to get us out."

"But we're in between two floors..."

Another sigh. "And it's hot as hell in here. Great... So much for going home early."

Spencer snuck a glance over at her, almost immediately regretting it when he looked her over. Under the deep red glow of the emergency lights, she looked absolutely sinful. Her bag was dropped on the ground and she leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and pushing up her breasts. Her head was leaned back and her eyes closed as she took deep breaths, no doubt trying to stay as calm as one could be in this situation. He noticed every breath she took, her chest rising and falling and her skin glowing. And in that moment he embarrassingly felt something stir in his lower stomach, only made worse by the fact that it was, as she'd phrased it, 'hot as hell' in the elevator. He was hot and practically squirming as he stood there, ogling Y/N like she was the only woman he'd ever seen before.

As if it couldn't get any worse, she opened her eyes quickly and caught him staring at her chest. He didn't seem to notice because, well, his eyes were elsewhere, so she closed them once more and smirked to herself for the briefest of seconds, an idea striking her brain like a match.

She brought her arms to slowly un-cross and stretch outwards to her sides, arching her back and puffing out her chest as she gripped the rail of the elevator. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw that Spencer's head was directed pointedly to the floor. She smiled a little, keeping her arms stretched out across the rail as she took him in.

The first thing she took notice of was how his hair stuck to his face, wavy and damp with sweat. His fingers tapped against his legs, and that's what she looked at the longest. Every time his middle finger tapped the outside of his thigh, she imagined that he was doing it to her clit, and she could practically feel it throb to the slow, steady beat of his finger. Her hands gripped the rail tighter and she crossed her legs, contemplating whether or not she should take advantage of this moment to finally do something about this tension she'd been feeling between them for the past year and a half.

The truth is, she'd always had a crush on him since they started working together. But when she started her job at the BAU, he was... a little odd. Every time she would join in conversation, he'd made it a point to look almost inconvenienced by her presence. At first she had to wonder if maybe he just didn't like her. And if that was the case, she didn't want to make it worse by asking him about it, so she left it alone. But then she noticed how he was like that with everyone, and then over time he seemed to get better. Eventually he warmed up to her and the two of them became fast friends. He'd quickly transformed from a guy who always seemed annoyed with everyone and into the adorably shy, brilliant man everyone had told her he was when she first got the job.

Now there had been almost two years' worth of a different kind of tension between them, and in this moment in the elevator, Y/N wanted to do something about it. Or at least try.

She thought for a moment, trying to find the best way to bring it up. Should she be straightforward? You know, flat-out tell him that she's liked him for a long time and wanted to kiss his face off? Or did she want to have more fun with it? Because she admittedly loved seeing him get flustered every time he noticed her noticing him staring at her, but if he really didn't feel the same way, she didn't want to come on too strong and ruin this thing they'd built.

Ultimately, Y/N decided to try a little of both.

She cleared her throat to catch his attention. "Hey, Spence?"

When he looked up at her, his stomach flipped again. Fuck, she was just so breathtaking, her arms spread and her legs crossed like she was the queen of the elevator and he was trespassing just by being there. Her chin was tilted upwards, exposing more of her neck, and it almost made him fall over. "Y—Yeah?" he stammered quietly, trying and failing to sound calm.

"What should we do to pass the time? I'm bored."

If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn he she was suggesting they— No. There was no way. He'd been a total jerk to her when they first met, and even though they were much friendlier now, Spencer wasn't sure she could ever want to do anything like that with him.

Right?

"Um... I—I don't know. Your phone works, doesn't it? Do you, um... Do you have anything you could do there?"

She shrugged, tilting her head to the side. "Battery's almost dead, and I want to save it in case something happens and we get stuck in here for longer than thirty minutes... I was thinking, actually... We haven't really gotten to know each other that well, and maybe would play... like 20 Questions or something."

"Oh..." He swallowed, shifting on his feet and blinking. "Well, um... W—what do you want to know?"

"Hmm... Favorite color?" She knew it was purple, but she wanted to hear him talk. Get him comfortable.

"Purple. What's yours?"

She leaned forward off the rail a little, and Spencer swallowed again, suddenly feeling a burst of warmth through his body.

"Light pink," Y/N said softly, "like so light that it's almost white."

He glanced down at her chest again, only for a moment to take in her shirt, which he'd remembered was the same color.

She continued. "What's your favorite snack food?"

"Pretzels."

"Me, too. Hmm... Favorite candle scent?"

"Peppermint."

"Spearmint. Favorite Star Wars movie?"

"Return of the Jedi."

"A New Hope. Favorite sex position?"

"Doggy."

She didn't say another word.

He wasn't even aware of the situation until about five seconds later, when she raised an eyebrow at him and his whole world came crumbling down.

As he visibly struggled to find words, Y/N only continued in conversation. "That surprises me. I would have thought you'd be more of a cowgirl guy."

If the way her voice sounded when she talked to him was the handle, then the way her eyes bore into his own was the blade, both of them coming together to create the weapon that would be his ultimate demise. The only thing missing was that twist of the blade, the one that would make sure he was gone for good, and the moment she leaned completely off the railing and took a small step towards him, he realized that final ingredient was her touch. If she touched him, he was done for.

"Aren't you gonna ask me what mine is? That's how the game works."

There's no way she wasn't flirting with him... Right? He was never good at picking up on those kinds of things, but she was being so obvious about it, stepping closer and closer to him with her chest puffed out and her head tilted to the side to reveal her neck. She was inviting him in, right? Especially after asking him to ask her that question.

That question...

Right.

"Um..." Spencer swallowed before speaking, his voice barely discernible. "What's... y—your favorite sex position?"

"Doggy. Especially standing up," she said with what was most definitely a flirty smile. "Looks like you and I have quite a bit in common."

"Y—yeah, I guess we... do..."

By now she had him backed against the other side of the elevator, and as soon as he felt his back hit the rail, he swallowed again, bringing his hand up to the collar of his shirt to relieve some of the heat he was feeling.

It didn't work, unsurprisingly.

"Look, if... If I'm overstepping, you should tell me. But I've liked you for a long time, and I feel like I'd be dumb to waste the perfect opportunity to tell you... So... The elevator probably won't be fixed for another twenty minutes at least, and since we're already on the subject... Maybe we should find another way to pass the time?"

Spencer noticed that she was careful not to actually touch him unless he gave her the go-ahead, and if anything it made him want her even more. She was giving him an out, and he knew that if he told her 'no', she wouldn't push it.

But here she was, in all her beautiful, radiant glory, practically inviting him to indulge in some of his biggest fantasies, and he would have to be brain-dead to pass that up. Even if he was a little nervous.

He tried to give her permission in a way that didn't make himself come off as some obsessed admirer, a shaky, breathy laugh exhaling from his throat before he spoke. "Well, it's already hot as hell in here, so... What's a little more heat?"

At first he regretted saying it, scared it was stupid and most definitely a mood-killer, but the way she practically lunged at him completely washed away all the worries written in the sand. And when her body pressed firmly against his, her lips coming to capture his in the most burning kiss he'd ever had, the waves crashed even stronger, loud with searing desire as warm as the August sun.

Immediately he brought his hands to cradle her face, loving the way he almost engulfed her with their size. He moved his lips against hers eagerly as her hands worked at unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. She only got the first few done before pulling away, and despite the heat, Spencer felt cold without her pressed up against him.

It took a moment for him to realize what was happening, but when she suddenly turned them both around and bent forward, leaning out to grab the rail, he felt warm again.

She turned her head around to look at him with a smile through a bit bottom lip as she reached one of her hands under her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down. Almost as soon as they hit the floor, pooling around her ankles, she lifted the skirt up and revealed herself to him, slowly running her fingers through her pussy.

"It's all yours, Doctor Reid," she said lowly, spreading her legs as far as they could go with her panties still confining her ankles.

He hadn't even realized he'd undone his pants until they were at his feet and his dick was in his hand. How had she managed to have that great of an affect on him?

He promptly decided he didn't care how, as he stepped forward and brought himself up to her ass and ran the head of his cock through her pussy, briefly meeting her fingers as he did so. "Are you sure?" he asked. Because once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop. He already lost his mind just being in her presence, but being this close to her, fucking her in a broken elevator would surely hinder his ability to think about anything rationally, let alone at all.

"Fuck me, please," she all but begged, pushing herself back a little to encourage him. Either that or she was just desperate, though there was a good chance it was both.

In any case, that was all he needed, the trigger that set him off, and within seconds he was plunged deep inside her, the both of them softly moaning out at how it felt.

Spencer set a steady pace, his hands firmly gripping her waist as she pushed back to meet his every move. Each thrust forward was another twist of the blade that sealed his fate, only made more brutal by the pure filth that dripped from Y/N's lips, a symphony of long, drawn out moans and curses that sounded just as loving as they did pornographic.

When she bent forward even more, so much that he could see her hands outstretched on the rail, it gave him the deepest angle he could possibly be at, and she clenched herself around him, calling out his name.

"Fuck, Y/N, keep doing that," Spencer breathed out, shutting his eyes at the sensation.

He could hear her laugh a little. "That feel good, baby? Huh, you like when my pussy clings to you?"

Each word was fuel that quickened his pace inside of her, and joined with the way his hands were wrapped around her, the very tips of his fingers felt her stomach bulge at every snap of his hips. He spread his right hand across her lower stomach to feel it, groaning out as he did.

He didn't even realize he'd said his next words out loud, but after she groaned out and clenched around him tighter, he knew she'd heard and liked what he was saying.

"God, I wanna cum inside you so fucking bad..."

She turned her head again to see him as best as she could, doing the most to come off as desperate as she felt. "Fuck, Spence, do it, please, I want your cum inside me, please..."

A few more quick thrusts inside of her was enough to make her cum, her mouth open in a silent scream as she stopped moving back against him and just let him pound into her. He followed closely behind, brokenly moaning out her name as he stilled and pulsated inside of her.

"Ohh, that's it," she said to him with wonder as she stayed clamped tightly around him, trying to get every last drop. "Fuck, that feels so fucking good..."

In a moment of blind lust at her words, Spencer pulled out just until only the tip was inside, before quickly and deeply fucking into her once more, holding himself inside for about five seconds as she cried out. He repeated that so many times he couldn't keep count. Or maybe it was only two times, and he was just to drunk on her to notice. However long he did it for, they both relished in the feeling before they were both overstimulated and out of breath.

While any other time he would have loved to see his cum drip down her legs, since they were at work he decided to lift her panties up instead, relishing in the way she whimpered when they were on all the way. He made sure to pull them up tight, so she could feel his cum soak them as she stood upwards.

He scrambled to put his pants back on as she caught her breath, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. He watched her intently as her hand drifted under her skirt and rubbed herself through her underwear, letting out whimpers and ragged breaths upon feeling what he'd done to her. The sweat that had just started to form on her body earlier due to the heat was now dripping down her neck and over her chest, and he was once again mesmerized by her.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered aloud. Of course he'd meant to say it to himself in his head, but he wasn't thinking straight. She'd utterly wrecked him.

Y/N opened her eyes and smiled, taking him in as well. His hair was wild, all over the place and just as sexy as she'd found it before. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, no thanks to her, revealing a glistening chest and making her pussy throb once more, knowing what they'd just done and how... hot the whole situation was, for lack of a better term.

As if she needed a reminder, more of his cum seeped into the fabric of her underwear, warm and ever present, which made her bite her lip and sigh. "Yep... Doggy is definitely my favorite position."

"Especially standing up," he added, a small smile adorning his lips.

They laughed as the elevator lights came back on, and the weight of what they'd just done came crashing down as with it.

Y/N shuffled to the other side of the elevator to grab her back, almost gasping at the way his cum felt in her panties when she moved. She was afraid it would come out, but there was nothing she could do to stop it except for hope.

The two of them were quiet when the door opened and Garcia met them in the lobby.

"Oh, thank God! I feel so bad I didn't warn you in time before you got stuck in th— Your faces are all red, geez! Was it really that hot in there?"

Thankfully the heatwave gave them both an alibi.

"Y—Yeah," Spencer said with a nod, stepping out of the elevator. "That's twice now I've been stuck in an elevator, and I really wish it would stop happening."

The girls laughed as the three of them made their way to cooler air.

Spencer and Y/N fell in step behind their friend and shared a knowing look as the approached the file room.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

🚶🏼‍♀️🚶🏼‍♀️Don't be shy give us a long distance AU 🌍

 A/N: I was actually trying to avoid a long distance AU, since I recently broke up from a very troubling long distance relationship and I only have sour memories. But this ask made me realize there are many healthy long distance relationships that thrive. And so here I am, with Park Jimin x y/n and a very soft, healthy long distance relationship as a bandage to my own wounds.

(I noticed you didn’t give me a member so I’m going with my comfort boi)

Pairing: Idol Park Jimin x fem reader

Content (not exactly warning): Healthy crying, long distance angst, aching to hold each other, teasing, cyber sex, yunno, the works.

LONG DISTANCE AU

(Park Jimin)

“Doctor y/l/n, the patient in room no 38 is asking about his discharge again. Could you please make sure to lend him some comfort next time you’re in there? His anxiety has been really bad lately, and he refuses to believe a word I say.” the nurse informed you, her eyes betraying her worry. 

You tried smiling your most reassuring smile and nodded, getting back to the file you had been studying. Running a hand through your hair, you looked up at the clock that read 3:30 pm. There was still quite a lot of time till your shift ended and you went back home. 

Your empty home. Your heart sunk. You hated when Jimin was gone. Even on your most busiest days, when you had night shifts and he danced the whole day in the studio, there was always a comfort of coming home, exhausted and broken, to the rumpled bed that showed that he had come home to sleep. The little sticky notes he left for you on the fridge telling you how mad he’d be if you went to sleep without eating and how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to meet you later. Those tiny pink pieces of paper lit up your whole day. And the days he left the country, when he was on tour, you felt the very air had slowed down and the days would simply not move along. Your hectic schedule did nothing to help. 

That’s when your phone buzzed with a singular text.

PJM💜: Just got back to the hotel jagi. I’m really tired so I’m gonna sleep. Wake me up when you get off your shift. I love you. 

You smiled your first genuine smile all day, your heart aching to give him a kiss and tell him to rest well as you pulled the blinds to shut the sun out. You shook your head and put your phone down, finally extracting the report you were looking for and made your way back to your office. 

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6 pm

Making your way to your car, you stopped to figure out what time it was in LA. It’d be about 1 am, way too early to wake up Jimin. You got in your car, joining the stream of Seoul traffic, mind on the other side of the world. The part where people slumbered peacefully after long, productive days. A thought very welcome to you, but there was no way you could sleep without hearing his sweet voice and knowing how his day went and his genuine interest in how yours went too.

Parking the car in the garage, you stepped out and fondly patted Jimin’s BMW on your way inside. 

Tidying up the mess you left behind, letting a kettle of water boil for tea and rummaging through the fridge to find something easy to make, you finally collected all your essentials and collapsed on the couch, a bowl of rice and spicy tofu in your hand. You were debating whether or not to turn on the tv since you never really enjoyed watching tv unless it was some rom-com your boyfriend was watching. Deciding against it, you ate your dinner in silence, thoughts wandering to one of the more chronic patients you were treating. That’s when you realized you heard the faint music of your ringtone and that you had left your phone on the kitchen counter. 

Rushing to catch the call, half afraid it might be from the hospital, you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw it was just Jimin.

But wait...wasn’t it still too early for him to be up? Frowning, you lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello, my baby.” You heard the smile in his voice.

“Hi Jimin.” you sighed, weariness falling off your shoulders, immediately. 

“Are you still at work? Did I disturb you?”

“Oh no, no. I came home a while ago, but I thought it was too early to wake you up, since you’ve been working so hard.”

“And by the time I woke up myself, my baby would have been asleep.” Jimin sounded slightly cross. 

You giggled. “I wouldn’t dare.” you said playfully.

“Oh I know how daring you are.” He laughed, “That’s why I set an alarm to wake me up, since I knew you wouldn’t.”

“Aish, Park Jimin, you surprise me with every breath.”

His airy laughter rang across the line and filled your sad little heart with so much happiness. “Do you miss me?” he asked.

“Every second.” you whispered.

Jimin hummed and fell silent for a minute, “But of course I miss you more.”

Laughing incredulously, you shook your head. “It’s not a competition, love.” 

Silence ensued, as you gathered your dishes and placed them in the sink, placing him on speakerphone as you poured yourself water. The silence wasn’t awkward. It never had been with Jimin. You were both tired, you both knew that. Yet more than the tiredness of your bodies, your souls craved even the remotest of presence with each other. And so, in comfortable silence, you carried him to the bedroom, as you laid down and got comfortable on the pillows. 

“Are you lying down?” He asked.

You hummed, turning to your side to face the phone. You heard Jimin shift in his bed. “Lemme look at you.” he said as your phone vibrated with a video call request. You accepted and propped the phone against his pillow basking in his soft smile as he stared at you for a full minute. You saw his arm rise and he reached out to the phone. It took a second to realize that he was stroking his phone screen. You blushed and hid your face in the pillow. 

“Are you sleeping well, baby?” he asked.

“As well as I can sleep without you here.” you answered honestly. 

Jimin tsked. “That’s not very good is it?”

“You’re one to talk babe, how did an alarm manage to wake you up?”

Jimin smiled sadly, nodding. “Well, yeah, I’ve been sleeping really light”

Mirroring his tsk, you imitated, “That’s not very good is it?”

“You could be here you know? Right here beside me, in the crowd when I perform in two days, backstage when I get off stage.” he stated.

You smiled at his glittering eyes, “I can’t up and leave my job every time you travel Jimin. We’ve been over this.”

Jimin nodded, “A man can dream.”

Trying to lighten the mood, you ventured, “Are you excited to perform?”

Jimin turned away from the phone he had placed on the side, “Every time I think about that, I feel like” I could throw up. I’ve got immense butterflies in my stomach jagi. I’m scared actually.”

You frowned. This was not the response you had anticipated. Not after all those nightmares and time he had spent crying about not being able to perform for his Armys. “Why Jimin?” you asked softly. 

He shook his head. “Yoongi hyung had a point when he said people forget about the people they don’t meet for a long time. What if our fans have forgotten about us? And even if they haven’t, I feel like I’ve lost all my charm. What if they’re disappointed in me?” his next whisper broke you, “What if you’re disappointed in me?” 

Tears flooded your eyes and your voice cracked as you begged him to look at you. 

His eyes widened in concern when he saw a tear trickled down your cheek, “Why are you crying??” he exclaimed. 

“Don’t say stuff like that. I know you haven’t been on the internet too long, but your fans love you more than ever. Trust me, they do. Every site is overflowing with people excited to meet you guys again. And everyone is hyped to meet you Jimin. No one forgot about you. No one would ever be disappointed in you.” you looked into his soul, “Especially not me. Never me.”

Jimin smiled a watery smile, “I’m sorry for making you cry baby, I’m just really nervous.” 

You nodded in understanding, wishing more than ever to wrap your arms around him and reassure him how much he was worth. 

“My shoulders are really tense.” Jimin mumbled into his pillow.

You giggled, knowing full well what he had in mind. “Well, I would’ve massaged them all better if you were right here.”

Jimin nodded, his eyes closed.��“You make me feel good always.”

“And that’s why you love me.” you leaned closer to the screen.

“I do.” he nodded, “I wish I could kiss you better than this but...” He leaned closer and pressed a kiss on his camera. 

You laughed. “What else would you do better if you were here?”

The dark glint in his eyes showed you he had caught up, as he flipped the phone, hovering over the camera, the angle giving you delicious goosebumps and instantly changing the mood of the whole conversation. 

“Whatever you wanted, baby.” He smirked, and tilted his head slightly, “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, all I can think about is how much I want to feel you up right now.”

Heart missing beats, you swallowed, “Mhmm?” 

He nodded, then shrugged and fell back down on his pillow. “But since you insisted on staying, you’ll have to wait for me to get back to you.”

You felt betrayed and looked at him, shock written all over your face. He laughed. 

“You’d do that to me?” you asked. 

Jimin nodded smugly. “Don’t try and pull that cute face on me. I have nerves of steel.” 

You gasped, pretending to whine and squirm. “Jimiiiinnnn.” you groaned his name, smugly hearing his breath hitch. He caught your eye, the fire visible clearly. His tongue flicked out, wetting his plush lips as he tilted his head, “Don’t play like that bub.”

“You hardly ever play fair Jimin.” you challenged. 

“That means you want me?” He whispered.

“I always want you, what do you mean?”

“Too bad then, because you’re too far away my love.” 

His tone told you he was not budging today. You knew he was probably all riled up with sexual tension already, but was teasing you and testing you. But for now, since you were too drained to fight back, you decided to play along and be the good girl he probably wanted you to.

“How am I supposed to satisfy myself then?”

A chuckle. “Well, since I’m to wait for you, it’s only fair you wait for me too. No touching yourself till I’m there to do it for you.”

You gulped, the urge to finger yourself already taking root, out of pure spite of his stupid plan. But you had a plan that you’d deploy soon enough. So you were willing to let him have this win. 

You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip, saying nothing. “Okay pet?” he asked. His use of the nickname he gave you mostly when he was fucking your brains out, sent your mind into a deeper frenzy. You sighed and nodded. “I’ll try but... no promises.”

Jimin frowned, “Well, if you ever have the urge, tell me so I can cure that.” 

God, he made sexual desire sound like a disease just now. You nodded. Time to abort.

“I’m sleepy,” you mumbled, burying your face in the pillow, “I’m tired and needy and my boyfriend won’t even please me. All I can do is sleep.”

“Aww, yes you’re very cute. But I’m not falling for it.”

In a last ditch effort, you hit him with the full force of your puppy eyes.

“Not that face!” He laughed loudly, causing you to burst out laughing too. “No, I really will be sleeping now, Chimmy,” you said between giggles, “I have an early shift and you’ve been up way too long too.”

Jimin nodded, “Sleep, my baby. You worked so hard today. Goodnight.”

“You worked hard too, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I miss you.” you whispered.

“I miss you more.” 

You lingered for a minute more, eyes locked in longing before extending an arm to disconnect the call.

.

Waking up the next day, you felt a strange excitement in the pit of your stomach. You woke up to Jimin’s good morning text, as usual and reminded yourself of what you were going to do today.

You felt like you flew through your wards, not taking a break even for lunch, you finished your paperwork and were ready to clock out as soon as your early shift ended.

Rushing home, you ate a granola bar, while rummaging in your lingerie drawer. Yes, you had a whole drawer of skimpy pieces, since your boyfriend loved seeing you in things like these, all pretty for him. 

Finally extracting the sexy number from the drawer, you held it up. The violet bralette was all sheer lace, the only coverage it provided was due to it’s dark color. The suspender belt was black and the garters were also black with violet bells. The thong was the most scandalous piece of clothing you owned, and you owned many scandalous things. You second guessed yourself for just a minute, before slipping off your skirt and beginning your transformation.

Admiring yourself in the mirror, you felt the rapid heartbeat kick in, as you brushed your hands fleetingly over your breast, tickles running through you. Finally, completing the look with one of Jimin’s t shirts over it all, you posed in front of the mirror and took a cute little selfie, sending it to Jimin with a “How do I look?”

It was10 pm in LA, and Jimin was sitting with his members, just hanging out before each of them retired to their rooms, when his phone tinged with a text from you. He opened the picture, smiling fondly. He recognized the shirt. He loved when you wore his clothes. He loved that even though he wasn’t the biggest man, you easily drowned in his shirts. Even this black t shirt, that fit him perfectly, reached mid thigh for you. His eyes flitted downwards, to your bare legs and he frowned. Something told him this wasn’t a simple OOTD picture. Especially since it was late afternoon in Korea and you were probably done for the day. 

You look absolutely edible baby. So cute.

So he was still going to tease you? Well, you were all ready to tease back today. 

“Would you like to see how well I dressed up today?”

Jimin felt that the contents of your texts were going to get steamy, and decided it was time to retire for the night. He bid his friends good night, complaining of sore muscles. He felt Hobi give him a knowing look and a slight smile and he felt his cheeks heat up as he rushed out, replying with a Of course, what’s the ocassion?

“Oh nothing, I just felt like looking pretty. ;)”

Show me

You pulled off the t shirt and let it fall to your feet. Snapping a picture in a slightly seductive pose, your heart hammered as you hit send.

Jimin hissed as he slammed the door to his room. Immediately, he was video calling you.

You leaned your phone against the mirror, and leaned back after answering it. 

“Babyyy” 

“Yes, baby?” you asked innocently.

“Why are you all dressed up pretty like a whole present?”

“I felt like it.” you conceded, sitting up straighter and locking eyes with him. 

“Well, well, well. Are we being a tease?”

“Learnt from the best.” you winked and spread your legs further apart. 

Jimin sucked in a breath. “Come closer, let me see your gorgeous tits.”

Smiling at how this was going, you leaned closer, cupping your breasts. Jimin hummed in appreciation. “Take it off for me.”

You tutted, “You sure?”

He laughed softly, “Don’t tease me, y/n. We both know who’ll win.” 

A shiver ran up your spine, you felt yourself getting wet. Gulping, you unhooked the bra and let it slip down your arms. “There’s a good girl.” Jimin cooed. 

You angled your body more towards the camera and pinched your nipples, rolling and kneading them as they hardened, needy sighs leaving your mouth.

“Good work, little pet.” You heard shallow breathing and saw Jimin’s face turning red from all the beating his heart was doing. You yourself were working up a sweat, a singular drop running down your neck and between your cleavage. 

The view finder showed just how lewd you looked, and your own sight was really helping turn you on even more. Jimin’s breathing shifted and you heard a belt buckle, as he set his phone down on the table by the base of his bed and sat down, his legs spread, palming his visible bulge. 

“Let me see you Jimin,” you asked him. He nodded and unzipped his pants, sliding them off his hips, giving you a nice view of his dark blue Calvin Kleins, hiding his member. You licked your lips, “Take em off.” you urged.

“You first,” he said.

You giggled, “So the abstinence thing is over right?” 

Jimin nodded, “You think we could keep it up for the whole month? Do you know us?”

You laughed as you slid off your panties, exposing your glistening folds. 

Jimin hummed and licked his lips, sitting up for a closer look. “So wet for me from halfway around the world. You really are my good girl.”

“Yes I am.” you cooed, teasing your clit with a fingertip, causing your legs to tremble involuntarily. 

“God, how are you so fucking hot?” Jimin groaned. And finally he pushed off his boxers, his erection standing tall and proud against his abdomen, the sight making more than just your mouth water. 

“God, Jimin. I need that.” he moaned as you closed your eyes and threw your head back. 

“Let me hear it then baby.” he breathed.

Imagining his skilled digits replacing your own, you vibrated your clit, waves of pleasure shooting up your body. Soon enough, you heard a soft wet sound coming from your speaker, and opened your eyes to see Jimin pumping himself to the sight. “You look so fucking good, pet. All needy for me.”

Biting your lips raw, letting your imagination run berserk, you bucked your hips against your hands, two fingers fully submerged in your pussy. 

“Spank yourself, let me hear how wet you are for me.”

Complying, you slapped your sensitive pussy, causing your juices to leak out. By now, your chest was heaving with your struggled breathing, your legs and abdominals were taut and aching. You were dangerously close to your orgasm. 

“Come on baby, you can cum for me just there. Are you close?”

You nodded, unable to form words, eyes shut tight.

“Look at me, pet.”

You held eyes with him, as he coaxed you gently, “Let me see your pretty face as you cum for me. You’re doing so good for me pet. Always such an obedient little girl. I love you so much.” 

The tense knot in your stomach gave way to a wave of euphoria as you arched your hips up, your legs trembling as your body shook with pleasure, your fingers, not stopping the assault on your clit, were now making lewd, wet sounds as they slid in and out of your seeping hole. 

You let out a cry of Jimin’s name, to which he reassured you, “I’m right here. Good girl, such a good girl, came so hard for daddy.”

The sight of loosing yourself so thoroughly to the pleasure of simply the thought of him, and his own lewd words, sent Jimin off to his own high. He came all over his hands  and stomach, his abs painted in the creamy evidence of his expertise. His breathing stabilized, as he looked up to see you smiling softly at him. He blinked lazily, meeting your eyes. 

“You were good baby girl. You would be even better if you were the one painted with my cum.”

You swallowed, and nodded, “Trust me, I wish I was too.”

Jimin reached over for some napkins and cleaned himself up, as you slipped on your panties. When he was done, he looked at you with a smirk. “Moral of the story is?”

“We can’t stop ourselves from having sex. Even if we’re separated by the whole world?”

Jimin laughed and nodded, “That’s certainly one of the lessons.”

#bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fan fiction #bts jimn #bts jimin #jimin x reader #jiminshiii #jimin #jimin smut #park jimin #bts smut #reader insert #bts x female reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #smut #bangtan smut #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan

[hereforhalstead]

“I’m all yours” Part 2

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

• Requested: Yes.

• Warnings: angst/Swearing/adult themes/unloving relationship/mentions of mental abuse

• Summary: Part 2 to “I’m all yours” as requested! You can find Part 1 here.

• Words: 6138

• A/N :  Thanks so much for all the great feedback on it and for your continued support - hope you enjoy and that it lives up to part 1! Got the inspo from watching ‘Workin Moms’ on Netflix, highly recommend.. also as before, I do not condone cheating or the treatment of any relationship like this. My inbox is always open if you want to talk and I know it's very hard but remember you're worthy and you deserve the best. Please do not hesitate to let me know if anything in this is too close to the mark as that’s the last thing I want (i might be reading too deep into this but want to be sure I’ve made myself clear

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“Jay. I need you in here with me” Voight swings the door open, forcing Jay to release you from his tight grasp and turn his back to you as if he didn’t have you pinned to the wall whispering into your ear a few seconds ago. 

“Am I interuppting something here?” his gruff voice questions to which you shake your head “Right well come on Halstead, you’re with me” Voight exits the room, allowing you to finally release the smirk you’d been witholding. Jay turns back to you, running a hand along his jawline as he chuckles but you can still see the hunger behind his eyes as he winks “To be continued”. 

You take a moment to yourself, running your hand through your hair before allowing yourself to lean your back against the wall to take the weight off. It all seemed to happen so fast that you could barely recollect the situaion but all you knew was you hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. That passion building, waiting for the other to lean in first, the way your skin burns when he touches you and the rate your heart is beating even after he’s no longer here was enough to solidify how bad you wanted him and even better, he wanted you more.   

You watch through the one sided glass as Jay and Voight enter the room, Jay now looking as stern as ever, a complete 180 from the man who was just stood before you. He bores his eyes down onto the suspect and you feel your stomach flip at the mere sight of the way he leans his hands down on the desk and towers over the man, finding yourself instinctively chewing at your bottom lip and consumed by thoughts you shouldn't be having at your place of work about your partner. 

You continue to watch, time flying by as you sit back and watch Jay do what he does best but despite how well he can calm Voight down it wasn’t working. Voight was loosing it which was spurring the suspect on to act more of an idiot by the minute, clearly getting some form of pleasure of out of he was getting under Voight’s skin. 

“Sarge, can we step outside a moment?” Jay interupts Voight who currently had the suspect by the collar of his shirt, his eyes dart to Jay and then back to the man who was laughing in his face. You actually felt for the guy, not knowing what he was letting himself in for but also not being jealous of the pair of them currently trying to interrogate him but clearly failing. Voight shoves the suspect back into the chair and storms out of the room to be shortly followed by Jay, you watch as the man seems to stare directly at you and even though you know he can’t see you, you still feel the chills run down your spine at the emptiness behind his eyes and the slight smile he has on his lips. 

You hear Voight and Jay exchanging heated words just outside the door and you flinch when the door to the room you were in swings open  “Y/N, you’re up” Voight orders and you instantly feel sick that you would have to face the suspect who clearly had no means of confessing. Normally you’d stand up for yourself but the way Voight held his fists at his sides and the vein throbbing in his neck it was hardly the situation to argue so you did as you were told. Voight takes your place observing and you exit the room to be met by Jay leaning back against the wall, passing you the file as you approach him “you got this?” he asks with a slightly raised brow, you nod and try to ignore the hand he places on your lower back to usher you into the room with a hushed chuckle “you’re the only one I can rely on these days”.

You didn’t have the most experience when it came to interviews so whenever you were in this room you felt on edge, let alone when you know Voight is burning his eyes into your back and watching like a hawk, but something about Jay being by your side made it that tiniest bit easier. You begin to probe the suspect who was now slouching back in his chair, clearly also at ease by the lack of Voight’s presence and you sat across from him instead. You felt ill at the way he was looking at you and the way Jay’s muscles were tightening as he glared at the suspect didn’t go unnoticed either. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing” he comments with a grossly inapropriate smile and you scoff “Don’t look at her, look at me” Jay extends his arm across the desk to get his attention but it doesn’t work so he’s on his feet and leaning over the suspect in seconds “Lose the grin, or I will lose it for you”. 

You cough to break the tension, already predicting Voight would crash through the door at any moment to stop the interview but luckily there was no sign. You continued your questioning and it was clear neither of you could get through to him “I can’t be asked to sit here and let you waste my time” you sigh, standing from your seat and grabbing the file to exit “leaving so soon, pretty girl? that’s a shame” he comments and you shake your head with a pity laugh. “Where you’re going, you’ll be the pretty girl” you comment, smile spread as his face drops and you see Jay cover a smirk with his hand “she’s not wrong” he shrugs his shoulders, also standing from his seat to join you in leaving the room “enjoy your time in there buddy” he pats him on the shoulder as he passes “you’re gonna need it”. 

You walk down the corridor with Jay, still laughing between yourselves but a sudden silence when Voight appears before you “What the hell was that?” he barks as you stand wide eyed but luckily Jay speaks for you “he’ll confess Sarge, we just need to let him sit”  he reassures but Voight wasn’t satisfied “we don’t have time to let him sit Jay, you’re all gonna swan off to this party tonight so we need to get him by then” he demands “What like you’ve always got them to confess the first time?” he comments under his breath and Voight see’s red.

“I think you need to remember who you’re talking to Detective” he presses his finger into Jay’s chest and you step in “Sarge, you just gotta trust us. We know what we’re doing” you can see he is slightly taken back by the way you defend Jay but he isn’t shocked “just get it done” he groans before storming back into his office to leave you and Jay alone again. "thanks” Jay mumbles, frustration laced through his whisper, you lay your hand on his back and you notice him slightly relax under your touch as you offer him a reassuring smile and a shrug of your shoulder “always”. 

***

Tonight was some big police annual gala and usually you were buzzing for it but tonight just wasn’t the night for it. You and Jay had spent hours trying to break down the walls of the suspect only for it to get you no where, you felt defeated and tensions were running high. It fell to Voight and Olinsky to eventually crack him but after some of their ‘persuasion’ of course.. This left you feeling not as guilty for not getting to him as they clearly used different methods to you and Jay so were incomparable in terms of techniques. 

Even when you had a spare minute to yourself you find yourself replaying what happened with Jay in the observation room, the way he had you pinned and the hunger you could see and feel in the way he grabbed you set something off inside you. You’d barely been alone with him since then due to the busyness of the case but the occasional glances and minor touches as you passed his desk was making the tension unbareable but you still couldn’t ignore the pit in the bottom of your stomach. You still had somewhat of a boyfriend, even if he was a piece of shit who didn’t make you feel wanted, he was still your boyfriend and to your annoyance it wasn’t sitting right with you. 

Jay was everything you needed and you knew he could give you everything you wanted and so much so that it scared you. He was perfect in your eyes and you felt as though you didn’t deserve him, you’d never be able to tell him this as you knew he wouldn’t stand for it but you couldn’t help the way you felt. You were so defeated that you felt as though you deserved a trashy relationship and weren’t good enough to be with someone like Jay. This made you feel worse as no matter how much you desired him you still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt.

You tried to rack your brain to think of the last time your boyfriend Mike had made you feel half as good as Jay does but you couldn’t even think of anything close. You were trying so hard to give him an inch of self worth but there was nothing, he hadn’t made you feel wanted or even like he loved you yet you still felt bad for showing interest in Jay. You’d have to put your feelings for your partner to one side and no matter how impossible it seemed you’d try to convince yourself he wasn’t for you. 

You’d managed to escape the district without anyone seeing you and by anyone you meant Jay. Unlocking your car and dumping your bag into the back, you jump when you see Jay standing there as you slam the truck down in frustration “You trying to kill me?” you hit his shoulder as you pass but he doesn’t move, instead his eyes scan as you slightly graze him to try and get to the passenger side “You’re just gonna leave without saying anything?” you could feel your heart pull at the hurt behind his words, the concern sweeping across his brows and the way he held his hands together like he did when he was nervous. “I need to get ready for tonight” you fake smile but he wasn’t buying it.

 “So you’re going back to him?” he kicks a stone on the ground and you follow his gaze as he looks back up at you “I don’t have a choice Jay” you plead, causing him to cup your cheeks in his hands to force you to look at him “Of course you have a choice Y/N. You always have a choice” he reassures but you stand in silence, unsure how to respond “If you’re scared of him, I’ll come back with you or hell I’ll go and collect your stuff for you and you can stay with me for a bit” he runs his thumb gently across your cheek and for that split second you can’t hold back your desires as you find yourself leaning into him.

You manage to catch yourself and put your hands against his chest to stop “It was a mistake Jay, I’m sorry for leading you on but it’s not gonna happen”. 

You pull yourself away from him and open the passenger door to get inside before he has a chance to pull you back “ That’s bullshit and you know it Y/N” he leans against your door, speaking through your car window but you keep your eyes focused on turning the key to start the engine before mumbling “I’m sorry” and driving away.

You look into your mirror, watching as Jay stands there defeated with his hands hung low and his head dipped “You’re a fucking idiot Y/N” you curse yourself before taking another look in the mirror to see Jay was gone.

***

You flicked through the dresses in your wardrobe, really not being in the mood for the party was in a strange was urging you to put more effort in to hope it would lift your spirits. You’d poured yourself a few glasses of your favourite mixer and had some music playing in the background to assist in your motivation. Of course you were home alone, what else is new..

You were used to coming home to an empty apartment, after moving in with Mike after just a few dates there was always such excitement to return from work to see him lounging on the sofa and ready to engulf you in his arms but that didn’t last long. He would be out until late, without even so much of a text message which would leave you sitting around waiting before eventually giving up in the small hours of the morning to retire to bed alone. You found it funny at this point, the classic ‘gotta laugh or you’ll cry’ really was how you dealt with it and you thought that was for the best. 

You’d stumbled upon a little satin black dress that you’d bought for your birthday last year but due to staying late at work you never got the chance to wear it so it would be perfect for tonight. After a little touch of make up and keeping your hair simple you stopped to examine yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a while you were surprsingly pleased at who was looking back at you. You’d hardly bothered with your appearance anymore, going out to a party was a rareity so it always did seem to take you back a bit when you looked like this and you were feeling good.

After taking another sip of your drink your mind started to wander, Jay creeping up behind you and snaking his arms round your waist as you admire yourself. His lips pressing into your neck as he whispers into your ear of how good you look and how lucky he is to have you sent the chills down your spine. You’d wrap your hands around Jay’s forearms as he trails his lips along your shoulder, lifting your hair to the other side to allow him access to your exposed skin as he nips lightly at the corner to make you giggle. 

You were so lost in your thoughts that when the door slammed you almost dropped your drink in fright, you quickly downed the remainder before heading out of the bedroom and into the main open place space. Running your hands over your dress to smooth out any creases you look up to see Mike ripping the tie from around his neck and shoving it onto the counter. You stand in the doorway, waiting to see if he notices you and gives you the attention you now so desperately crave, even if it wasn’t from him. 

Instead, he heads for the kitchen and pours himself a drink, takes the glass and slumps on the sofa without so much as a second look at you. You clear your throat to get him to look up but still nothing. With your hands on your hips you strut over to stand in front of the TV so he had no choice but to see you blocking his view. He takes a sip from the glass and shrugs, still trying to look round you to see the pointless comedy show that was playing on the screen “going somewhere?” he questions, eyes still averted from you. You lean into your hip and raise your brows down at him “It’s the gala? You’re meant to be my plus one?”. He takes another sip with a shake of his head “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

This is the first time you’ve spoken in hours and he already has that look of grimace on his face, looking straight through you as if you’re not even there. Luckily, the liquid courage had made it easier to deal with as you let his words bounce off you, the thoughts of Jay quickly making their way back into your mind. How his jaw would drop if he walked through the door and you greeted him like this, infact even if you were in joggers and a sweater he would still tell you how gorgeous you looked. He’d wrap you in his arms, running his fingertips up and down your sides as he admired his girl standing in front of him with the confidence that no matter how many guys drooled over her she would still go back to him. You wanted to be that girl. 

“Just change your shirt, we’re leaving in 5 minutes” you demand, heading into the kitchen yourself to grab yourself another drink as you had a feeling you’d be needing it. You hear him grumble something as he clambers from the sofa and drags himself into the bedroom, a part of you shocked he actually did as he was asked but the other part regretting reminding him as the thought of spending the night alone with Jay was sounding all the more tempting. 

A few moments go by and you’re sitting at the table waiting for him, legs swinging with your head resting on your hand as your mind is clouded with the thoughts of the all too familiar detective. Was he going to be wearing a suit? Would he need help choosing a shirt and tie combo? You’d sit on the bed as he’d groan into the mirror when he couldn’t work out which one looked better. Turning to you to ask for your opinion as you tie the best looking one round his neck, feeling his breath on your lips as he glares intently down at you. His hands finding their way to your hips as you button the top few buttons of his shirt up before hooking his collar back over the tie. Feeling him watching you’re every move as his grasp on you tightens, sitting back down onto the bed to pull you onto his lap. You swing your legs over each of his as he leans back and pulls you on top of him, his arms keeping you on him as you try to escape as you tease about how you were going to be late-

“How’s this?” a voice interrupts your thoughts, looking up to see Mike in a fresh white shirt tucked into black jeans “No tie?” you ask, slightly dissapointed but he scoffs “It’s not that fancy, don’t know why you’re so dressed up” he comments, feeling the all too normal pit in your stomach as you brush it off “lets go then so we can get this over with”.

**

From the moment you arrived you felt on edge, you hadn’t seen Jay yet and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart dropped at the thought of him not being there. Deep down he was the only reason you’d dressed up, the motivation for you to be there and the only thing you could look forward to was seeing him but still no sign. You were stood at the bar, watching as Mike eyed up every girl that passed like they were piece of meat and it made you feel sick.

You stood chatting with Kim who was soon joined by Adam, draping his arm round her waist as they stood opposite you to make conversation. You could feel Mike wasn’t paying attention and had even taken a seat at one of the bar stools so he wasn’t even part of the conversation. You couldn’t help the thoguhts drift back into your mind, how you knew if you were with Jay he would proudly have his arm round you when you were at an event or even have his hand protecvitely resting on your lower back to let you know he was still there as a form comfort. He’d whisper in how he can’t wait to get you alone, making you giggle as his breath hits your ear to make the hairs on your neck stand on edge. He’d love to tell people how you met at work but always knew there was something more, others would comment on how smitten he was with you and how he looked at you with those doting eyes like you were his whole world and he wanted everyone to know. 

Kim hits your arm in laughter to bring you out of your thoughts but Adam was looking like he could murder. Glaring at Mike like he wanted to lay into him, scoffing at the disrespect and the poor way he was treating his friend. You slightly dreaded how Jay would react and honestly hoped they wouldn’t see each other but it was too late. 

You were chatting away, in efforts to try and distract Adam from the way Mike was behaving when you saw him appear through the crowd from over Adam’s shoulder. It was like a cliche movie, you zoned into him like he was the only one in the room, Kim’s words fading into the background as you could almost hear the laughter falling from his lips as he engages in conversation. You suddenly felt safe, like you knew nothing would happen to you as long as he was there and you just wanted to be tucked under his arm for the rest of the night but you had to play it cool. 

Watching as he heads towards you, drink in one hand with the other stuffed in his pants pocket. The crisp black shirt that was paired with a black tie finished it off, that man could look good in anything but seeing him in all black flicked a switch inside you and gave you that all too familiar feeling of the craving you had for him. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there, roaming your body and admiring every inch before Adam nudged him to get his attention “Bro, you didn’t look at me like that” he acted hurt, his hands on his heart as he pleaded “I just want Halstead to look at me like he looks at Y/N. Is that too much to ask?” he pretends to wipe a tear as you roll your eyes “Look like that in a dress and I’ll think about it” Jay comments, still with his gaze on you as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks “You look alright too I guess” you tease but this is when Mike decides he finally wants to join in. 

“You must be Jack” he extends his hand out to Jay who looks at him with a laughter in disgust “It’s Jay” he grimaces a smile and you try to hide yours by taking another sip of your drink. Mike drops his hand as Jay doesn’t meet his gesture as Kim breaks the silence “Who wants another drink?” she asks and you raise your empty glass “You’ve had enough, don’t want you making a fool of yourself” Mike mocks, expecting others to laugh at his comment but no one does.

You notice Jay’s fists clench at his sides and if Adam didn’t look happy before, he certaintly doesn’t now. Kim places a hand to his arm to calm him down and you only wish you could do the same to Jay but instead you watch as he eyes Mike, only imagining the thoughts that were going through his head as his nostrils flare. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom” Mike announces before excusing himself, leaving you stood in silence as Kim hands you another drink with that familiar sympathetic smile “I’m gonna kill him” Adam scoffs and Jay hums in agreement “You’re telling me”. 

It had been a while since Mike left your side, you’d barely noticed until Kim commented on how long he had been. You took a quick scan of the room but couldn’t see him anywhere and it’s like the feeling in your gut was trying to tell you something as you find yourself heading towards the bathroom before you can think. You march your way through the people, ignoring the calls from behind you and too focused on what you knew you were about to see. You slam the stall doors open one by one but he wasn’t there, a sigh of relief as you didn’t want to catch him out at one of your work parties was soon ruined as you hear a moan coming from down the hall. You storm towards the noises, blocking them out as you get closer and turn the corner to see Mike holding an unfamiliar girl up against the wall with her dress hiked up around her waist. 

You can’t move. As much as you want to scream and run, it’s like your feet are glued to the floor and you can’t move an inch. Instead you stand and watch them all over each other, him with a dare you say smile on his face as their lips intertwine. A sudden noise from behind you forces him to look in your direction, doing the quickest double take when he see’s you standing there but he still didn’t stop. Instead he dug his head further into her shoulder with every thrust, stopping to look up at you with an evil glint in his eye as he clearly enjoyed the fact you’d caught him and wanted you to watch. 

You finally come to your senses and headed back to the bar, no urgency in your walk, anger in your head or even tears in your eyes as you kept your head high and acted as if nothing has happened. As you approach you see the heads turn to you with concern “Where the hell were you?” Kim questions with a hushed tone “Did you find him?”. You shake your head “Want me and Jay to go and look for him?” Adam suggests and you chuckle “If I want to find a body in the river tomorrow, I’ll give you a shout”. 

You down your drink in one as Adam and Kim resume their conversation, Jay brings himself over to you and rests his hand on your lower back as he leans into you “You wanna get some fresh air?” he asks and you nod “like you wouldn’t believe”. He keeps his hand pressed into your back as he guides you out of the room and towards the exit into the majestic grounds of the hall. You can’t help but constantly look through the faces to try and spot Mike but there was no sign, probably still with that girl in the bathrooms or even better he’s taken her home to the apartment you shared and was fucking her into your bedspread. 

As soon as the fresh air hits you it feels like a sigh of relief, it was just you and Jay with no one else around, a complete contrast from the noisy crowded party and you wouldn’t want it any other way. There was a side to you that wanted to blurt it all out, knowing Jay would storm in there and lay into Mike was something you really wanted to see. The anger rising in his body as he clenches his fists, the vein in his neck popping as you confess or the desperation in his eyes as he asks you to tell him where he is, but there was the other side that wanted to keep it bottled up.

You knew the second option was wrong as it would just be another plan of self destruction and there was no way you could go back to that apartment tonight. There was only one person you knew you wanted to leave with and that same person was now the only one standing before you. 

‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself and there it was, the moment you built up the courage to push your lips onto his. His arms clung at your waist from the sudden contact, pulling you into him but soon retracting when he realised what was happening “What’s going on? You sa-” he began but you leant in to try and cut him off but he wasn’t having it. His hand was still pressed into your back so you were inches apart, his eyes flicking between your lips and back up to your eyes but he was trying to control himself and make sure it was what you wanted. Normally this would make your legs weak at how sweet and considerate you knew he was but you needed him, you longed for him, you craved him and now you had the fear he didn’t want you. 

“You said you didn’t want this?” he questions with a huff “I was lying” you smile “I want you. You know I want you Jay” you yet again lean into him but he puts his hands on your waist firmly to keep you apart “Has something happened?”. Without words he already knows, the way your breath hitches and you harshly swallow was enough to set off the rage in him “Did he do something to you?” you can see his temper rising while trying to stay calm for you “Did he hurt you Y/N?”.

The panic sets in as you see his anger grow “I swear to god Y/N, if he laid a single finger on you”. You instinctively put your hand to his cheek to ground him “Jay he hasn’t touched me” you reassure, wording it carefully to not say ‘he hasn’t hurt me’ as after what you’ve just seen that would take a certain person to not be hurt. He relaxes ever so slightly under your touch and confession but he was still rigid, the frustration running through his body as he tries to scan your face for answers but you’re giving him nothing. 

“Can we just forget him?” you try to push past it, moving your hand down his chest and fiddling with one of the buttons “Or do you not want me?” the crack in your voice kills him, there shouldnt be a shadow of doubt in your mind about how bad he wants you, he’s needed you for so long that he should be taking you to be his right now but there was something stopping him.

“Of course I want you Y/N, are you kidding?” he grips at your waist to further cement his words “I want you so fucking bad that you’re all I can think about” he groans as you pull him closer to you by his shirt collar and just as your lips are about to meet you hear that all too familiar voice call out for you from inside the party. Your head snaps round so fast you’re surpsied you didn’t pull a muscle and the grip on Jay’s collar tells him you dont want to see Mike. 

He switches the position so he was closest to the door, his body shielding you as you cower behind him as he was the only one he could trust to protect you and be the one between you and Mike. 

Mike spots you through the door, clutching onto Jays shirt like your life depended on it but not in a way through fear. You weren’t scared of him as you knew nothing would happen to you as long as Jay was there but it was through a nervousness as you just wanted to forget the situation ever happened and just cut ties but he clearly wasn’t feeling the same way. He points his finger to you as he storms through the open doors, cursing yourself for having left them open as he may not have though to look out if they were closed. 

“Turn around and head back inside” Jay warns, keeping one hand behind his back and ensuring you stayed there “Get away from my girlfriend buddy” Mike scoffs which amuses Jay as he smirks “Sorry that’s my fault for not being clear. Turn around. Head home and stay the fuck away from her”.

You step around Jay but he still keeps an arm on you which you’re more that grateful for “Was she good?” you ask, confidence rising knowing he could no longer bilittle you how he pleased “What?” he questions and you roll your eyes “How was she? Tight enough for you?” you notice Jay straighten up beside you, clearly realizing what’s happened and increasing his anger and determination to end the man standing in front of him.

You place a hand to Jay’s upper arm and squeeze lightly in reassurance. “Go home, I’ll send for my stuff” you scorn but Mike doesn’t move “I don’t know if you heard her but she said go home” Jay takes a step towards him and as much as you trust Jay and know how he acts, this is the first time you’ve questioned if he will be able to stop himself. “You really don’t want me to tell you again” Jay threatens, Mike matches Jay’s step and closes the gap between them when you interject and stand between the pair with a hand on each of their chests.

Looking up to see the fear in Mike’s eyes but the anger and darkness behind Jay’s “Go. Home” you instruct to Mike who pauses for a second to look down at you and then back up to Jay “You’re lucky she’s here otherwise you wouldn’t live to see another day” Jay smirks, putting an emphasis on every word he spits out at Mike. 

The three of you stand in silence, watching as Mike and Jay stare at each other was laughable. Mike didn’t stand a single chance again Jay on a normal day let alone now, he was full of rage and needed an outlet so you feel a sigh of relief when Mike takes a step back and turns to head back inside “If I hear you’ve even breathed near her. I promise it will be the last breath you ever take” Jay calls out to him, his lips puling in an evil smile to which you hit him on the chest. His expression soon changes when he looks down at you and you feel your heart skip a beat, the vengeance in his eyes that told you the inner battle to control himself was getting impossible to ignore. 

“I’m sorry” he blurts out, the least of what you were expecting him to say, the softness as he reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and continuing to trace your jawline with his fingertips. You loop your arms around his neck, leaving one to pull him closer to you as his arms find their way back to your hips with an urgency “I don’t want your sorry” you comment, his thumb runs along your bottom lip as he lightly tugs on the corner at the roughness of his skin “I want you”. 

He didn’t need telling twice, his grip on your waist pulled you onto him. Your legs wrapping round his waist as he steaded you against the wall, rocking his hips into yours as his lips made their way along your collarbone to lightly nip at the skin causing you to yelp “I’m going to show you how you deserve to be treated” he moaned into the crook of your neck with another light blow to the now damp skin from his lips “and we both know, it will be only me that can show you that”.

**

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