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broiunno · 4 years ago

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License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

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dreamingmanip · 4 years ago

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“MADNESS LOVE” PART 2

*GIF NOT MINE*

You can find part 1 here.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 2,026

A/N: Hi guys! Like I said before, this is part 2 of 3 for this imagine. I loved this fic so much I could’t stop writing. I hope you liked it, like always if you like this, please like it and reblog it. This would be pin on my page so you can find it without problems.

The tears kept rolling down your face all the way home, you didn't bother to wipe them away when you met your neighbor in the lobby, asking you if you were okay. You weren't, you were holding yourself to not break down in the middle of the hallway, making a scene.

Your keys jingled while you opened the front door, your hands trembling; you shut the door behind you. There was some light coming from outside the window but mostly it was dark,and that's how you felt, as if somebody took the light inside you leaving you blind. You leaned you back on the door, your body sliding down to the cold floor, sitting there looking at nothing. A cell phone started ringing in the distance but you didn't want to move. Your eyes fluttered trying to focus in the dark, searching in your jacket for it, the screen on the phone glowed and illuminated your face, Jay's name showed up, and the killing pain came back to your chest just looking at his name, so you decided to turn it off.

God knows how long you were there until you decided to stand up and go to your room to take a shower, put on some pajamas and grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the back of your fridge taking it to your room. Jay's words echoing in your head, over and over again.

Did he commit to his job, to his Unit, that he was fine letting you go? His words were etched in your mind. Of course you understood the full situation, he was right; you were the new still, not a detective, but that wasn't what was hurting you, it was realizing how he believed you both could never say anything because your jobs were more important.

Somehow you fell asleep before finishing the bottle of wine. The clock on your nightstand began to chime, it seemed that you had barely fallen asleep. Your room was still dark thanks to the curtains but some rays of sun could creep in. You stretched out your hand to turn off the alarm, and at the same time, your cell phone began to ring, you probably turned it on again in the middle of the night, you were a cop and sometimes you did stuff automatically; you raised it a little to be able to answer.

"Hello?"

“Hey Y/N, please don’t tell me you were still in bed.”

Your voice was a little croaky when you spoke.

“Uhm, no I wasn’t. My throat feels weird this morning, so… yeah.”

Kim’s voice was joyful even on the phone, you turned to see the clock, in a bright green color it said “8:15 AM”. You sat up immediately, moving the soft sheets wrapped on your body away while Kim was still talking.

“...So I called Kevin and we decided to bring you some donuts and your favorite coffee before the event. We’re 10 minutes away.”

“Fuck”.

You murmured getting in the bathroom. Kim looked at Kevin a little concerned.

“Sorry Kim, I spilled some water on the table but, uhm, yeah. See you in 10”.

Ending the call, you got in the shower, didn’t even wait for the warm water so you screamed a little feeling the coldness on your skin. The fastest shower you ever took in your life, leaving you with only five minutes to get dressed up and do your hair.

You were in the final touches of your makeup when a few small knocks on the front door warned you of the arrival of Burgess and Atwater. Taking one last look at the mirror to put a smile on your face before one of them would notice something, you felt anxious and devastated and trying to hide it from officers and detectives required a lot of self control.

Both of your friends smiled when you opened the door, Kim was holding a little box with cartoon drawings of donuts on the top while Kevin was offering you a cup of your favorite coffee. All of you wearing uniforms.

“Thanks guys, I barely ate something this morning”.

You took the coffee from Kevin’s hand, taking a little sip before walking out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. The three of you were talking about random stuff all the way to the car and to the downtown, well, Kim was the one talking with Kevin, you were mentally preparing yourself to see Jay, it wasn’t working at all.

“So Y/N, Jay called me last night, which was a little weird if I have to admit, he asked me about you”.

Kim was looking at you through the view rear mirror, you blinked a couple of times without saying anything. Why did Jay call Kim to ask her for you? You had no idea and that's exactly what you said.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was at home last night. He’s weird sometimes you know that.”

“I know, right? He asked me if you were with me last night but we were at Molly’s. Adam, Hailey, Kevin and I, we miss you by the way.”

Kevin looked at you, knowing something went wrong between you and Jay.

“We invited Halstead to celebrate but he said he was busy filling some forms for Trudy after shift.”.

“Well, I don’t know him so well. I think he prefers to be alone. Look, the press is here too”.

You passed some news cars, reporters were setting their cameras to get a better view. Jay hated this, he wasn’t comfortable seeing his face on the paper just for doing his job and also Voight taught them that when his unit was formed, and everyone did almost the same.

You got out of the car after Kevin parked near the place. Hailey was the first who noticed you, she raised her hand and started to wave it. You smiled, Kim was doing the same and started walking towards her, Kevin patted your shoulder making you go slowly.

“What happened last night? Jay called me too, he said he was worried about you”.

“Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore. We’re done”.

“Wait, what?”

Kevin stopped for a moment, that news caught him by surprise.

“Y/N, are you sure of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll support any decision you make, all the way, but I know your feelings. Working together could get harder.”

You nodded your head, you knew it. It was going to get hard in every possible way, seeing him every morning not able to steal a kiss from each other at the coffee room or staying up watching a movie with your head on his chest; suddenly a bunch of memories came back to your mind, you shook your head slowly, you gave him a side smile.

“Kev, I got this. I’m gonna be fine. C’mon”.

You bumped his arm with yours while you reached out to Hailey and Kim, for a moment Hailey looked at you and nodded, Jay talked to her too. You nodded back to her.

A few moments later, Voight and Trudy joined you. In the place there were a small, but considerable, number of people but no matter how much you searched with your eyes, you could not find Jay. The coordinators asked you to take your seats, for obvious reasons the Intelligence Unit was in the front row, it wasn't until that moment that you could see Jay in his uniform, you had always liked the way he looked in it. However, he didn't seem very happy, he seemed calm but you noticed the pressure on his jaw, his straight shoulders and his gaze in front of him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was sitting next to some superiors in the platform in front of you. The Superintendent stepped up to the microphone to start his speech, some photographers started to point their cameras to the people and then to the "big hero".

The ceremony wasn't too long, you all met in the back while reporters were asking now questions to some people. Voight was smiling, which was rare, while Jay was walking towards the group.

Adam was the first to talk, and like always, started to make some jokes.

"There he is, the super cop Jay Halstead. The man of the year!"

He padded Jay's shoulder, he had a shy smile on his lips. Uncomfortable by all the attention he was receiving.

"Thanks Ruzek, I think the cartel in Mexico didn't hear you".

Everybody laughed, including you. Jay looked at you for a moment, actually felt more like 2 seconds.

"Alright, let's go back to the district and back to work. We can celebrate later at Molly's".

Voight spoke and all dismissed to the cars, you went with Kevin again, this time Kim decided to ride with Ruzek, the awkward sensation was still there so she didn't want it to push it further and make you uncomfortable. Once inside the car, you kept quiet all the way, Kevin knew you were lying but he also knew how you dealt with a broken heart.

You went to the locker room and just arrived at the district, it was too damn warm to keep it all day, also it was used just for events like this. When you got to the door you spotted Hailey, she was putting her badge on her belt. You kept your head down, trying to avoid her, you greet her with a quiet voice.

"Uhm Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, her cautious blue eyes looking back at you.

"Look, when Jay told me he was dating you, I told him it was stupid. Not worth it if your careers could be over just for a romance that could last just a few months".

You knew Hailey, she was a bad ass woman and probably didn't say it to her so often but you admire her. She was serious, she didn't like to play games when it comes to her friends.

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but that was before seeing how good you are together as partners and as a couple. I was scared for both of you because I love you and I care about you. I'm not on Jay's side or your side, left me out that but Y/N, it's not easy to Jay open his heart like he did with you. He doesn't want to lose you and I guess the only way he can control that feeling it's not letting anybody know about it. Forgive me if I was a little obtrusive".

You didn't notice there were a few tears on your cheek, cleared your throat to be available to speak but you failed at finding the right words, it took you a few seconds to speak.

"It's okay Hailey, but what about me? What about my feelings? I know Jay is right, we could lose our jobs but, why make me feel like his dirty secret?"

Hailey took a few steps closer, her blue eyes now looking sad.

"Of course your feelings are valid. Don't get me wrong, I have been in that position before and it's not easy. All I'm saying is, you shouldn't leave things unspoken, this stuff gets heavy later."

She hugged you tight, rubbing your back. You held her too, she knew what she was talking about, you never asked before 'cause she was very private but you believed her at anything she said.

After changing your clothes, you came back to the bullpen, nobody was talking, you sat at your chair and looked around; it seemed like everybody was tense for no reason. Voight was in his office and the unit was on some paperwork. You felt someone looking at you, directly. There was no need to look up, you knew Jay was looking at you from time to time. You haven’t talked to each other yet, you needed to, but that wasn’t the right place.

Tagged some beautiful people ✨:

@itsdesiree86 @mrspeacem1nusone @anotherfan07 @thestarrynightslover

#madness love #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead #fanfic #chicago pd imagine #Adam Ruzek #hailey upton #kim burgess #hank voight #trudy platt #molly's bar

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cocobuttterbby · 5 years ago

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I can play too

This fic is loosely inspired by the song 2 by h.e.r

Pairings: black reader x spencer reid

Warning: language, some implications of smut,

Summary: Spencer has been acting like he's single, so the reader plays that game too.

Keep in mind im, not a good writer

With that being said

Enjoy </3

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎꧁☮︎︎꧂♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Recently, Spencer has been acting strange and not in a good way either. When y/n calls him like she usually does he never answers, or when he does he answers with an attitude and he ends the call quickly which has been not sitting right with y/n at all.

Y/n went to go drop off some lunch for spencer today because she wanted to see him and also see the team too. Y/n walked to the elevator with an FBI guest pass on her shirt and took the elevator to the usual floor they were on; she's been here so many times so she doesn't need help to find the floor they were on and the team loves her so she's always welcome to see them.

As she walked out of the elevator, she was welcomed with the sound of a gasp by Penelope, to which she smiled and a warm embrace from her as well. Penelope loudly announced that y/n was here to which the team got up and walked to where she was and exclaimed how much they missed seeing her even though she was here two days ago; Spencer was the only one who didn't go over to see her even though that's his girlfriend which everyone caught on and questioned it but they kept the questions to themselves.

Y/n looked at him with a puzzled look as she walked up to him “Spence I cooked you some lunch” he gave her an annoyed look to which she stopped in her tracks; she knew that he wasn't stupid and he knew that he wasn't stupid either but right now he's acting like he was. She set the bag down and pulled him to a quiet place where they could talk “Spence what is up with you lately? You've been acting weird with me.” he rolled his eyes and sighed like she was wasting his time; to put it nicely y/n was beyond pissed at this point, but she kept her cool “ok so be it. You wanna act like im wasting your time then please be my guest but don't ever think you can treat me like im sort of an idiot because promise I can play dirty too”.

Y/n walked away from Reid feeling irritated and gave the food she cooked to the team so they can all share and walked out of the building with a plan. Since Reid wanted to act single, she can too. She called up her friends and told them that they're going out tonight and Reid isn't stopping her.

9:30 pm

Y/n hopped in the shower and brushed her teeth, and stepped out of the bathroom. she got her hair done in a lace front so she took it out of the bonnet and brushed it out, curled it, and put on some light makeup. She was picking out the dress she wanted to wear when spencer came in; he walked up to the room they shared and opened the door to their room and looked at her. Y/n turned her head to look at him and went back to picking out her dress “what are you doing?” she knew that he was going to say that but she ignored him and turned to him with two dresses in her hands “which one should I wear? This one or this one?” she held the two dresses that hugged her curves nicely up to her towel-covered body.

Y/n could see that reid was getting mad but she didn't care and she reached for her glass of wine and took a sip out of it and put it back on her vanity “again. What are you doing” she turned to him and crossed her arms with a bothered look on her face “if you must know reid. I'm going out tonight”. Reid put his bag down on the bed and walked up to her “why?” she took off her towel and put on her panties and a strapless bra and finally answered his question “well last time I checked im grown so I can do what I want and you said it yourself that you're single so that must mean im single too if my math is correct” she walked passed him and sat on her vanity and started to put on her jewelry.

Spencer was pissed but y/n frankly didn't care at this point, if he wanted to act like this then so can she. Y/n finally settled on a black dress that hugged her curves wonderfully, she texted her friends that she was ready and he stood in front of her trying to prevent her from leaving the room, he declared “you're not going anywhere” to which she laughed at and glared at him “like im gonna listen to you. The last time I fucking checked I was single to you so if you can please move that would be greatly appreciated”. She stepped on the bed around him and walked to the door to where she can put on her heels; he was right behind her still talking to her but she stopped listening to him.

Y/n finally had enough and turned to look at him “now understand something. According to you and how you've been fucking acting it tells me that you're single and if im being generous with my math it means im single too. Am I correct? On top of that im grown so im gonna need you to stop trying to control me like im a damn child. So, please if you can kindly get out of my damn face that would be appreciated, and if you can figure out whether you want to be with me or not that would be great” and with that, she shut the door and walked out the building.

~at the club ♡︎~

1:20 am

Y/n was already 20 shots in and was having the best time of her life. She was grinding on her friends and singing along to every song that came on. Her favorite song came on and she rushed to the dance floor with her friends, they were all dancing and taking more shots. What she didn't see was spencer walking around trying to find her, y/n was too busy grinding on her friend to notice spencer walk up to her.

Y/n turned around and saw him and quickly sobered up, *he looked so good when he was mad* she thought to herself, he stretched his hand under her chin and lifted it to make her look at him “its time to go y/n” she pulled away from him and shook her head no. She remembered that he pissed her off earlier to she didn't wanna listen to him, he slightly thought was she was doing was amusing but he didn't want her to know that so he looked at her friends and walked up to then “hey do you guys mind if I take y/n home? She and I have to talk about something”. They all nodded their heads and he thanked them and picked up y/n and walked out of the club with her on his back.

Spencer put y/n in the car and started to drive back to the apartment. Y/n faced away from him while he was driving “I figure that I should apologize for the way I was acting” she silently nodded her head to let him know that she was listening to which he smiled at “tell you what I'll properly apologize to you when we get in the room” to which y/n instantly looked at him with a smile “can you start that proper apology right now?”

Needless to say, that y/n accepted his apology that night.

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Ok, so I know that I ended this in the most anticlimactic way possible but please forgive me I don't write smut scenes that well cuz again. I'm. Not. A. Great. Writer but anyway I hope y'all liked it

#Spotify #criminal minds #black reader #spencer x y/n #black girls #spencer reid #spencer reid x black!reader

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cottoncandyjester · 5 years ago

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Yan oc squad when jealous

Okay so I'm currently working on backstory posts for all the boys as well as kinkmas stuff so til those come out enjoy random quick headcanons about the boys or any request people want to give about..well anything

Theodore

He hates getting jealous

It's a bad feeling

When he sees you smiling and laughing cause of someone else a dark feeling fills him

He can't help but think of horrible thoughts like you finding someone else

These feelings control him and cause him to do foolish things or things he would seem as idiotic

If you're talking to someone he will quickly come to you and hold you simply staring

He is far too much of a gentleman to make a scene

He shouldn't be so jealous but as he watched you giggle with an old a friend during what was supposed to be a coffee date, he gripped his cup as he felt like some sort of third wheel. Everytime he would try to interrupt you he was cut off by your friend and their obnoxious talking

Soon fed up with it he stood up now grabbing your arm feeling you tense lightly, he simply flashed a sweet smile now holding your hand

"I'm sorry to interrupt this conversation but we really must go, right sweetie?"

Before you could speak the male was pulling you out the cafe and towards the car, his grip on you firm as his sweet smile turned to a friend now glancing over at you

"don't talk to that person ever again, she is bad for you okay?"

"I'm an adult I ca-"

Theodore pulled you roughly infront if him his eyes wild with rage but he simmered down now smiling as he reached out and placed a hand on your cheek

"what did we talk about hmm? You make bad judgements, you're too sweet and kind and everyone will take advantage of that..so trust me when i say they are bad okay?"

You gulped and gave a small nod, you did trust him since he always knew best but he still scared you. You had no choice but to agree and as the two of you went home you could feel the tense jealously coming off him..he truly wanted you to himself

Hikaru

Is a very very jealous person

He had a photoshoot in korea and of course he had to take you along for the ride

It was a lovely vacation

During the shoot his photographer would ask you questions

His photographer seemed to like you

And hikaru did not like that

Of course hikaru kept his cool but after a while he got fed up

He sent you back to the hotel so he can deal with this

After getting very violent he comes back blood soaked and takes his anger out on you

Hikaru has been gone for hours but you figured nothing of it, maybe photoshoots take a long long time. You sat on the hotel bed scrolling through your phone before you heard a click and the door opened

You rushed to greet your boyfriend only to see him covered in blood now using a cloth to wipe his face, his eyes still dangerous and wild. When his blue eyes landed on you a chill went down your spine before he reached out and gripped your wrist

"it's your damn fault y'know? Its cause people think your so fucking attractive. I'm all dirty cause of you, damn pig."

As hikaru now squeezed your wrist panic set in as you tried to pry him off of you and maybe calm him down before he get any more angrier

"b-babe I didn't know this would happen and plus, you know I love only you"

Your stumbling and stuttering only seemed to make him more pissed as he now yanked you to the bed before pushing you down now throwing his coat off and eyeing you with utter disgust

"then fucking prove it, prove that my piggy only loves me and maybe I won't be so mean anymore kay?"

Prince

Instantly gets into a fight

Just no questions asked gets into a fight

You two were just walking around the park with his dog, queen

Prince let you alone for a single minute just to grab some food

Did not take long for some Chad to get to chatting with you

Queen was not happy

And when prince came back he was not happy either

So he got into a fight

You scolded him while you were patching him up

"prince.."

"yeah my beautiful and amazing love who I adore everyday?"

You shot the male a glare as he lit a cigarette before taking a smoke, he clearly did not like upsetting you and was definitely stressed

"as much as I love your protectiveness, getting into fights isn't a good thing"

"I can't let someone steal ya away from me baby, just won't allow it"

You shake your head as you put the last band-aid on before feeling something crawl into your lap, you stare at the Pitbull who laid her head in your lap

"-and you! You were supposed to protect her queen! At least bite the son of a bitch or something!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the male's antics, you didnt really see much of the fight since prince told you to wait in the car but you figured the guy was fine

Prince on the other hand simply smiled as he though about how he took care of the situation, queen was such a good dog though he hoped that eating that bastard wouldn't make her sick.

Yuki

Also gets into a fight

You both were at a cat cafe enjoying your time

Yuki fell asleep..no surprise there

You knew he was tired so you let him nap while you played with the cats and ate more yummy snacks

Yuki did say you can order as much as you want and anything you want..

When a worker came to the table and saw yuki sleeping he decided to shoot his shot

Did not take long for your green haired boyfriend to wake up after hearing awkward laughing coming from you

One violent fight later and you two were home while you patched yuki up

He only responds in pouty grumbles and grunts cause you scolded him

Gives you the cold shoulder

But he can't stay mad at you

"yuki, stop being a baby"

"...."

"yuki, look at me"

With still no response you groaned lowly now sliding into the male's lap and seeing him tense up lightly but he simply turned his head away from you with a scowl as he tried not to give in, he was angry that you weren't taking his side on this

Someone tried to steal you away and he protected you! Yet you scold him and tell him not to do it again?! He doesn't get it at all

"yuki narukami you look at me!"

He jolted at the use of his full name and he looked at you with a shocked expression before you squished his face together causing him to get even more confused

"you were going to kill him if you kept punching him, that's why i was mad. Thank you for protecting me though I love you and it's sweet"

Yuki paused before simply wrapping his arms around you giving a low grunt now nuzzling his face in your neck as a dark Expression pooled his eyes.

So, protecting you is fine but he has to make sure he can't kill infront of you? Good to know. As yuki held you in his arms he couldn't help but smile

You were so interesting to him.

Axis

It's always the baby types you have to watch out for

You both were at a new amusement park that opened up a few weeks ago

You two were having fun

But after two big drinks axis had to pee while you both were waiting in line for a ride

He told you to hold the spot

You were of course worried your blind boyfriend is going to find a boyfriend on a crowded area but he reassured you that he will be fine

You let him go and It didn't take long for someone to come up to you and try flirt

When axis came back

He tried to play tough guy

But being 5'4" has its downfalls..

Axis was getting tunnel vision, they were laughing at him..he claimed to be your boyfriend and they called him a kid, how can he protect you if he can't even protect himself..how?!

"leave him alone! He's my boyfriend so just go away!"

You had to step in, it was embarrassing. Axis felt you grip his hand tightly now feeling nothing but anger and jealously bubble within him even as the situation diffused he thought about it

Did..you take him seriously?

"[y/n], am I hot?"

The question made you jolt and you looked at him with a choked laugh. You laugh only made him more upset but he tried to remain calm

"am I hot? Yknow like sexy and everything like that?"

"ax, you're adorable! So cute! I mean you were pouting when those jerks were talking to me and it was just so cute!"

Cute...? Cute..?!

He snapped and hugged you close, his face mask had a zipper and you never did know what the purpose of that was but next thing you knew you felt a sharp pain on your neck along with something trickling down your shoulder

You winced in pain now trying to pull the male off but with no progress, when he did pull back he had blood all around his mouth

"treat me more seriously, you're mine. I won't let anyone else take you, come on let's go home..I'm not done marking you up"

A sense of fear hit you and you never felt this before, axis has always been your adorable boyfriend but this..was new.

Axis Definitely show you just how much he owned you when you two got home and it was something you definitely never forgot.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere ocs #oc imagines #oc x reader #yandere headcanons

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 5 years ago

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My heart

A surprise in this one, although the header picture gives it away! Its a long one

Warnings: SVU crimes, hostage situation, hurt detectives, medical stuff, nightmares and shock.

Enjoy x

"Come on now, you need to put the gun down. If you shoot me you'll get life. Let us go, my partner needs help he is bleeding out. Come on -you don't want it to end like this"

*BANG*

The day started just like any other, you and Rafael taking far too long to get out of bed because he wouldn't stop putting his hand up your pj shirt.

"Come to me at lunch" he was kissing you up your neck and had his hand up your shirt running his pointer finger along the base of your breasts,

"I'll see what I can do Rafi, but right now we are going to be late"

Showering and dressing for work. You walked into the bullpen to find everyone already at their desks,

"Morning Sonny"

"Morning Y/N"

"Hey Fin, Hey Amanda"

"Morning"

Liv came rushing out of her office,

"We have a situation. Get your vests I'll fill you in, in the car"

A young women game creator had been kid napped and was being held hostage. She had been sexually and physically assaulted all being live streamed. You all made your way over to an old ware house where TARU traced the live streaming. The building was surrounded. Fin and Amanda found her tided up on a lower level while you and Sonny headed up to the roof with your weapons drawn. A helicopter hovering over spotted the 2 preps on the roof both armed.

Rafael was in his office, he couldn't concentrate on work. He couldn't get you out of his mind. He had always thought in his past relationships he was happy till he wasn't. But he was wrong none of them were happy. But with you he was so happy, he didn't need to kid himself. Everything you guys had was everything he had ever wanted. He wanted nothing more than to get you into his office that lunch time and show you how much he loved you. He picked up his phone and opened it to message you:

10.40 am- Rafael: Have lunch with me Hermosa, I need to see you xx

Just as he put down his phone Carmen came rushing in not even knocking,

"Mr Barba" she ran over to the TV and turned it on.

"We are crossing over live to the scene unfolding right now. We have been informed that two armed men are holding two SVU Detectives at gun point"

It then crossed over to a picture of the roof top, Sonny and You both on your knees with your arms up in the air with two men standing in front you both, pointing their weapons at you and them wearing your bullet proof vests. All colour drained from his face. Without a word he jumped up grabbing his jacket and phone and ran out not saying a word to Carmen who was holding back tears herself.

Sonny was laying on the floor, blood rushing out of his forehead. The main perp had pistol whipped him so hard that it knocked him out when he was trying to talk them both down when they took your vests and guns. EMT rushed in as soon as Fin gave the all clear after he shot one prep in the leg and the other surrender. Amanda rushed over to you and picked you up off the ground pulling you into her arms.

"Aman- I ca-" you tried to get your breath but you just couldn't, you grabbed onto her arm so tight she thought you would leave bruises. You felt like you were drowning.

"I need help over here NOW" Amanda screamed

Sonny was on the stretcher and his head bleed under control but still unconscious. Another EMT unit came rushing in with oxygen, and slung the mask onto your face. They sat you down on the stretcher in case you passed out.

"Is she going to be ok?" Amanda was nervous, she was sitting beside you trying to keep you sitting up while the EMT looked over you.

"Yeah she is in shock, her blood pressure and oxygen are dropping" one of the EMT's answered back.

You were light headed from the lack of oxygen, you lent your head on Amamda's shoulder, grabbed her hand and closed your eyes.

"I'm going to lay her down, she needs fluids" another EMT informed Amanda.

----

"Liv, why didn't you call me" Rafael ran up to her.

"Rafa, I'm sorry, I just, I didn't think. Everything happened so fast"

Just then Sonny was rushed down into the back of the ambulance. Not even asking for permission, Rafael ran towards the building,

"BARBA STOP"

He didn't listen he just kept going making his way up to the roof, he wasn’t sure what he was going to be walking into, but that didn't stop him. As he got to the roof top he didn't even stop to take a breath. He came rushing through the doors to see you grabbing onto Amanda's hand while the EMT's were putting a drip in. Amanda noticed him out if the corner of her eye and turned to face him.

"Barba, what are you doing up here? It's a crime sence you need go"

"I'm not leaving Rollins" and he rushed over

"What happened? Is she ok?"

"She is in shock"

Amanda let go of your hand and Rafael moved into her place grabbing your hand and running his other in your hair.

"Rafi" you smiled up at him

"We have stabilised her but she needs to be monitored, we will be taking her in"

"I'll ride with her" Amanda nodded at him

----

You opened your eyes and the light hit you,

"You’re awake" Rafael was standing over you, "I'll get a nurse"

"Your blood pressure is back to normal, and your oxygen levels have gone up. I would still like to keep you here for another couple of hours"

"Thanks you Doctor" Rafael answered back as the door walked out of the room.

"Rafi, where is Sonny?"

"He is been moved to a ward, they are keeping him over night. His concussion was bad, he needed a few stitches"

"But he is ok?" your eyes filled with tears.

"Yes mi Hermosa. He is fine" Rafael kissed your cheek as the door to your room opened again.

"Y/N" Liv, Amanda and Fin came walking in.

"You’re awake" Amanda lent down and hugged you, followed by Liv.

"Fin, I want to thank you. You saved my life" you grabbed his hand.

"No drama, just another day at the office" you all laughed.

"No Fin, seriously, thank you" Rafael held out his hand and shook Fin's.

"Take tomorrow off Y/N. It's been a hard day" Liv looked down at you with a half smile.

"No I'll be fine" you gave a small smile back.

"No Hermosa, Liv is right, take tomorrow off and go back next week"

4 hours later you were discharged. Rafael wanted to take you straight home but you wanted to see Sonny before you left.

You walked into his room and his eyes were closed. His forehead was swollen and bandaged up. Rafael stayed at the door and watched. You walked over to Sonny taking his hand into yours and held it. He opened his eyes and let his eyes adjust.

"Hey Y/N" he gave you his big smile.

"You OK Sonny?" a tear fell down your cheek.

"Better now I've seen you’re OK" he pulled you in and you hugged him back.

****

"Y/N, Y/N, its OK, it's just a dream, its OK sshh I'm here"

You were sobbing into Rafael's neck. You had a horrible nightmare.

"OH Rafi, it was horrible. Why would I be having nightmares? I didn't after Lewis"

"It was a different thing Hermosa. Just remembering the photo that was on the news makes me feel sick. But it's OK I'm here. I'll keep you safe"

****

Rafael had gone out to get some lunch, and you had just put some clothes away when your phone started to ring,

"Hey Nick, I miss you"

"Hey Y/N, I miss you too. How are you feeling?"

"I'm OK, the nightmares have started though"

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Hang on a second, I have to get the door" Nick stayed quite on the other end of the phone, you walked to the door and opened it

"OH MY GOD NICK" you squealed and jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up off the floor and spun you around. Tears fell from your eyes. He put you down and put his hands on your shoulders.

"What are you doing here?"

"Barba called me and told me you needed your best friend. I got on the first flight"

He pulled you in and kissed you on top of the head.

"How long are you here for?"

"Just the weekend. Barba told me you go back to work on Monday, so I fly out Sunday night"

"I've missed you so much Nick"

"I've missed you too. Zara wasn't happy that I came without her, but Maria took her to her parents this weekend"

"Oh I miss my girl"

"She misses her Tia too. So are you going to keep me in the hall or let me come in?" He laughed, you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside towards the kitchen.

"Barba's not back yet? Hope he gets my order right" Nick scoffed.

You turned on the jug, and spun and raised your eye brows at him.

"You two actually planned this together?"

"Hard to believe right" he laughed hard

"Where are you staying?"

"Here. Barba said you had an air mattress"

"Really? Wow"

Just then Rafael walked through the door and rounded the corner with two brown paper bags.

"Amaro, how was your flight?" Rafael gave Nick a half smile.

You rushed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

"Yuck" Nick spat out with a laugh and you pulled away with reddened cheeks, Rafael had a pleasantly stunned look on his face.

"Thanks you Rafi, for organising this. You knew just what my heart needed" he winked back at you.

The weekend went by fast. Rafael asked for the same days off so he could be there for you. Nick wanted to go and see Sonny. You guys managed to catch him just before he was sent home.

"Jeez Y/N, I get one knock to the head and you bring your old partner back" you giggled at Sonny and wrapped your arm around his middle.

"Never Sonny, I don't want him back, your a better cook" you stuck you tongue out at Nick, him laughing back at you.

You guys had a video call with Zara and she made Rafael promise to bring you for a visit. One night over dinner you spoke to Rafael and Nick honestly about how you were feeling after having another horrible nightmare the night before. You ended up in tears with Nick squeezing your hand tight and then Rafael pulling you into him and kissing you all over your face kissing away the tears.

Next thing the weekend was over and Nick had left. It was a tearful good bye from both of you,

"You call me if you need me, any time" he kissed your forehead, tears running down his cheeks.

"I always need you Nick. Thank you for being here for me" you hugged him tight leaving tears on his shirt.

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You were in the study letting the air mattress down and tidying up. Rafael was standing at the door watching you. You had got frustrated because of how slow the air was coming out, so you laid on it, which made him burst laughing.

"Rafi, how long had you been standing there?" You frown up at him.

"Long enough" he smirked at you.

Once the mattress was down, he pulled you up to standing and placed his hands on your cheeks.

"Do you think you’re ready to go back to work?"

"I think so" you paused "nothing happened to me. I wasn't hurt"

"Physically" he ran his thumb over one side of your cheek

"Talking to you and Nick last night helped a lot Rafi, I didn't have a nightmare last night" he huffed at you.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive Rafi....I want to thank you for everything you have done for me over the last couple of days. Organising Nick to come, I know it must have been hard for you to find out what happened on the news. But you have done nothing but take care of me. I love you, thank you so much"

"Your my whole heart Hermosa, I love you more than anything, I would do anything for you"

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guigz1-coldwar · 4 years ago

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'Coming back' : new chapter of "Redemption of a Spirit in a Cold War" out !

Chapter Summary :

After evading the CIA team charged to bring her to Adler, Bell decided to take some times to think before going back to fullfill her most important goal......

Words : +3900

To read it on AO3, click here !

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Well, I'm back on the loose again. I've just spent more than 3 days having every of my moves, speech and choices controlled by multiple CIA teams tasked to lead me to West-Berlin and I was once again free from them. At first, I thought that they will bring me to safety in one of their hideout in the city but I didn't have in mind that it was going to be the same place I was 3 years ago.....well, I should have think of that at the moment when I was given from Belikov to the CIA and when I put my feets inside that plane before I left Moscow.

Since I've killed 2 Perseus agents back in Moscow, it served as a good reason for Belikov that I needed to be extracted very fast but I think that it indeed attract attention from Adler himself since he was the one who wanted me to be brought to him by his team with what I heard from the CIA team I have just disposed of. Hopefully for me and bad for him, he was unaware that he was me, 'Bell' that succeeded to take care of 3 high-trained CIA agents inside one of their cars and get away from the scene before problems happen to me.

Before I left the scene, I decided that it was better to take some of their money with me because the rest of my money I had left from the Soviet Union wasn't going to help me a lot around and also disposing of their guns inside a manhole cover. Once it was done, I left quickly the alley with only one goal : go back at the E9 Safehouse and find Park. But, I couldn't go right now to that place. After what happened, Adler and the others in West-Berlin is going to be alerted that one of their teams got a little problem on their way meaning that I had to lay low for the day.

I needed to go at the safehouse in the start of the evening, awaiting for the right moment and Adler's suspicions to get low too. I knew exactly where the safehouse was located and how I could infiltrate myself inside but first, let's discover what changed in the world in 3 years. Even out of the Soviet Union, I couldn't have any chances to see what was happening in the world in terms of everything so when I was able to buy some meds with the stolen to heal that cut I had on my cheek and some painkillers for my arm still hurting like a rock, I decided to go buy a newspaper and something to eat too.

Once I had bought that newspaper and eat something, I preferred to continue to walk around the city until I could find a perfect place to read it as I didn't want to read it while walking, fearing to enter into someone. I then realized that I was just near the Tiergarten park just at a few hundred meters from the Wall and I decided it was a perfect place to rest and profit from the calm while no one...I hope.....will not disturb in my reading....and maybe also if I either take a nap or having one of my memories back.

I found a empty bench away from the others sight deep inside the park and it was the place for me to settle in for the afternoon before I could go to the safehouse. I sit on the bench and I start to read the news : the Iran-Irak war is still going on in the Middle-East since it started in 1980, there's some disaggrement about the British budget rebate between the European Economic Community and the British Governement leaded by....oh, Margaret Thatcher is still in power....Incredible....I don't know how she is in terms of politics but it's new to see a woman in lead of the United Kingdom.

Then, I could find something talking about what the CIA was saying when I heard them : that foiled operation that happened in Afghanistan leaded by the CIA and the MI6. Apparently, it was saying that it was a complete slaughter for the troops supported by the West and there were only a few survivors that got out. All of these were Perseus work but the newspapers were talking about a Soviet attack, knowing that Perseus prefer to do his dirty work in the shadow.

After that, there were things talking about the releases of movies and some hit songs but nothing so much important that could have helped me know more about what happening in the world. I put the newspaper in my backpack, keeping it in case before I started to realize that I have now nothing to do.....apart from having a rest for the moment or trying to find something about my old life. The second option was better even if I risk to be disturbed by someone else. I installed myself well in the bench and closing my eyes trying to think.....

The first thing I could see when I opened my eyes was seeing me sitting on an bench, looking at the Moskova in Moscow and then, at some fireworks getting shot in the skies above the Kremlin. At my left side on that bench, there were Zasha with me, also looking with me at the fireworks. Our looks in our face was sort of happy but each one of us were like hiding something.

"Happy New Year 1979 !" Zasha said to me with a lazy voice

"A new year for our lifes, great." I told them with the same voice, I pulled one of my arms on the bench top at my right, getting comfortable on it. "Like every year since 4 years, gonna be the same thing we're gonna do each year : decrypting, encrypting, do some missions for Perseus and repeat again." I added, rolling my eyes

"Even you is kinda tired of doing the same thing each day." Zasha looked at me with an raised eyebrow

"Yeah, I would have like something else in my life." I responded to them "I just wanted to be an normal person living an normal life with someone at my side everyday."

"But something is avoiding you to do it." They told me, guessing my next words as I nodded.

"Perseus." I said with an cracked voice.

"I know, it must be hard for you to saw that you didn't have a choice to follow him." They looked at me with an grin on their face before looking away "I need to tell you something about our work."

"Go on, tell me." I said with an smile.

"I....I never wanted to work with Perseus." At hearing this, I looked at them but not in anger, more curious. "I took the job because I had no choice."

"For your brother, Dedov ?" I asked them. They nodded.

"I lost my parents when I was 11 and then 17, leaving me to take care of Dedov on my own. I took the job because I knew that it could help me and Dedov to stabilize our situation." They replied, their voice filled by emotions by saying that.

"I know about Dedov, how did he see the situation ?" I asked a second question. Their grin disappeared to have a sad look.

"Even if the job help me, when I came back each day from work, he can see that work is difficult for me but I'm doing this for him." They responded "If one day, I can help him achieve his dream."

"Which is ?"

"He want to go either to Harvard in the US or to Oxford in England, away from the Soviet Union and Perseus." They said, giving to me a small grin again. But then, I was the one to become sad.

"You know....." I started to said "I never believed in Perseus ideas." At hearing this, Zasha looked at me surprised.

"Really ?" They asked, stunned.

"He maybe raised me as his daughter along with Freya but I was never really behind him, approving each of his decisions." I first respond before taking a breath "Some part of me want to flee too but by staying here, I can help my friends in needs and protect the innocents from his brutality."

"I always thought that you were loyal...." They started to said before I cut them silently,

"Loyal to my goals, not to his ones." I admitted, looking at Zasha "After what happened to me in my early days, I'm doing everything in my power to save the innocents. I'm not an brutal killer, I kill only those who harm my friends." I put my hand on their shoulder "My friends.....is for me, my real family I never had."

"Me ? You saw me like family ?" They said, amazed and I nodded

"Freya, you and my few friends....is my family, Perseus was never a father to me." I then removed my right hand from the bench to put it on my legs.

"Can I say that....I see you like a sister now ?" They asked with a laugh, I nodded.

"You can !" I replied, laughing before with my right hand, I put it inside my pocket to grab something : a envelope. "Something for you." I handed it over to Zasha.

"What's this ?" They took it in their hands before looking at me, discovering the weight of the envelope. "Don't tell me that...." They opened the envelope, discovering moneys in it.

"It's something for you, Zed." I smiled at them "To help you and your brother !" I was surprised when they put their arms around me for a hug but I reciprocated the gesture.

"Thanks you, Yirina !" They said, moved by my actions, tears started to fall on my face and I was happy to help them,

"I'll do everything for my friends !"

I wasn't an monster at all while I was an Perseus agent ! That memory gave me something that helped me feel better as I could feel some tears on my face. I saw my friends as the family I never had and I'm still am. The people I remember in the safehouse were like a second family for me but not everyone of course. I was so helpful to Zasha and their brother I just discovered right now. Right now, I just wanted to hope that they're safe somewhere not in Russia and maybe that Dedov did achieve his dream. However even with that, I was still in needs to find more and to redeem myself more further.

When I opened my eyes back into the real world, I realized that....oh fuck, already ? Did I dream of that memory for hours ? It was already the evening of the day but it was the perfect time for me to get on walk. Before I do that, I decided to write the past two memories in my book I did have today and once it was done, I've got everything packed up again in my backpack and I got up, ready to go to the safehouse....and find Park again if it is possible.

I walked back on my steps, taking the same path I used to get to the park and I even passed the alley where I left the CIA team in that car. I took a quick look at the scene : there were nothing else anymore : no more car and no CIA team as the day has passed very quickly for me, there were still tire brands showing where the car has gone before crashing down on the wall at the end of the alley. Well, it's better to stay on my way as I could recognize some people who was there when they saw me leave that alley earlier.

The night fell on the German city as I was getting close to the safehouse located inside the Grunwald forest at the outskirts of West-Berlin. A perfect place for the CIA to hide but not so perfect.....because I remembered exactly where it was. I walked inside the forest with some things inside my mind : I remember that there were some CIA agents walking around disguised as normal civilians to protect the place and that I needed to watch out for them because it could be anyone.

However, bad luck with them : I could easily pass their little patrols before I arrived behind the safehouse unguarded. The place didn't changed at lot in 3 years but then, I started to hear some noises inside of it, meaning that they were people inside. I needed to get an viewpoint on the inside as I remember that they were a part of the ceilling with windows. I found a pipe which I used to climb on top of the safehouse without making any noises at all....thanks because I thought that the pipe was going to crash on the ground with me on it.

I made it out alive from that pipe as I get discreetly next to the part of the rooftop where I could see in the inside...Yeap, didn't changed at all ! Same desk positions, the dashboard with more things on it. I could discover the CIA team I disposed off wearing bandages and dressings. There were here entirely but in bad shape and then.....I could see him....Russell Adler standing in front of the dashboard, smoking....I was feeling my rage getting up inside my body as his sight. I wanted to act but I need self-control.

"So...." Adler started, looking angry "Three high-trained CIA agents are neutralized by an unknown russian woman in their car and she succeeded to got away !" He wasn't happy at all. "Can you explain to me again how did this happens ?" He looked at Walter

"Like we said to you, sir." Walter firstly said "I saw her unbuckling her seatbelt and then, she nudged me, getting me unconscious before attacking Terry."

"She tried to strangle me as I tried to shoot her." Terry continued after hearing his name "But my gun fired during our struggle and it hit Sawyer in the hand, causing him to crash the car and allowing that girl to get away."

"Do you realize that she stole your guns and your money ?" Adler asked in desesperation "That's the biggest humiliation you can have !" He added, blowing smoke out of his mouth, spreading his arms to the ground "Did you know who was that girl ?"

"Well, we didn't see her face since she was using bandages to cover it." Sawyer said, holding his wounded hand "We tried to saw it while she was asleep but she was very cautious towards us."

"Yeah, the other team tried too but they didn't succeed either to do it." Terry exclaimed as Adler decided to move to get closer to him "Hey, it's not our fault if...." Then, Terry was directly slapped by Adler himself, surprising the others....and me, looking at the scene silently.

"It's your fault that we have now another problem to deal with." Adler poked at Terry, looking at him furiously "Now, we have maybe an Perseus agent in the wild in West-Berlin as we're trying to recover from our operation in Afghanistan." He got back, still looking at his team "You had just one fucking job to do !"

Shit....it was almost the trigger phrase that could have make me passing out in that rooftop but it was close. When I heard this, I cover my ears as I was starting to feel like something ringing in my ears....like a bell. I could feel my face going white from that and I realized that I was able to control myself to not pass out but not my envy to get it done with Adler. I took the M1911 I have hidden under my jacket and somehow, I was going to prepare myself to aim at him, ready to finish him until......

"You pulled quite an stunt today !" An feminine voice could be heard inside the safehouse and I realized that.....Park, it was her. Seeing after all these times.....shit, it was so strange. She had longer hair than before : a ponytail. "Every MI6 agents in the city is talking about what happened !"

"Oh shit, not her !" Terry whispered and I heard him well as Park arrived to get next to Adler.

"I thought it was just routine for you." She said, looking at the team with crossed arms and a smirk on her face

"Miss, we couldn't expect that from her." Sawyer tried to explain with an sorry look "She was very evasive in her answers and we tried to know more about her, we just thought that she didn't wanted to talk because of the shock she got."

"He's right, we only wanted......"

"Wait a minute !" Terry cut Walter straight before leaning from the table he was on "I remember something well from that russian." He pointed at Park "She had an picture of you !" He exclaimed, causing her to step back. Damnit, he remembered my picture !

"Me ?" She said, shocked

"Yes, I'm not fucking blind." Terry replied "She had a perfect picture of you with your stupid smile on it !" He added, showing to her his anger and making me angry too. He moved to face her and Park was clenching her fists.

"Better for you to use another tone with me....dick !" She told him, biting her bottom lip

"Or what ?" He spreaded his arms "You're gonna do what you did to Hank ?" He smirked at her.....Please, Park, do something !......until in only one second, he make the biggest mistake of his life by spreading his legs too...allowing Park to kick him violently in the nuts with her knee....fuck yeah !

"How did you like that, you miserable twat ?" She replied in anger as Terry fall on the ground, holding his private parts with difficulty as his friends arrived to help him

"Ok, that's enough." Adler walked to get between Park and the team, he was rather angry with the team than with Park "You three are coming with me."

"But....."

"There is not but ! " Adler cut Sawyer straight "Help this fool to get up, we're going back to Langley." The two complied and helped Terry get up before walking outside the safehouse, leaving Park and Adler alone. "Can you just control yourself, for sake ?" He asked her

"I'm not someone to have problems with." She responded, still angry

"I know that since years." He added before looking at outside "I will get these fools back to Langley and I will return with Sims, Woods and maybe Mason if it's possible."

"Leaving me in charge of the place ?" Park said and he nodded

"We're back tomorrow night and we will focus on that woman who escaped them." He blew the smoke of his cigarette away from her "She might be useful for us if we can capture her."

"Then, we have no choice." Park put her hands on her waist before the two walked next to the garage door, Adler stepping outside as she stayed inside. "Have a good flight to the US."

"Goodbye, Park." He told her before walking away from the safehouse, laziness in his voice. Park walked next to the door control panel where she closed the door.

"Bloody hell !" She exclaimed as the door was fully closed before she started to walk back to the same office she had.

At this moment, I withdrawed from the windows to look at the sky. I wasn't believing it at all : I saw Park after 3 longs years spent inside a hospital bed in Moscow. I saw her with my eyes again and she was still looking beautiful but looking more angrier & changed. It was so hard for me right now to see her in that state. I know that she was believing in me but my 'death' did have an effect on her. I can fix that mistake by seeing her but am I really ready for this ?

I just saw Adler in real this time and I was so troubled about what I needed to do right now. I was mixed between seeing Park and getting an revenge on Adler by shooting him. I needed to make the first choice. I didn't came back in that place because I discover that Perseus was still around, making his evil plans but I did all of this because I'm so in love with Park that I needed to see her again, that was the first thing I said when I left that hospital : I will do everything for her.

I let some 5 longs minutes before I decided to get down on the ground level, determined to do what I needed to do. I used the same pipe to get down before I walked to the unguarded back door of the safehouse. When I put my hand on the door handle, I knew that I couldn't go back : I was now back inside the fight against Perseus.....and now back with Park. Without any hesitation, I opened the door silently and I walked inside the safehouse, closing the door behind me.

Park wasn't looking at all, her heads was inside her arms who was on her desk....she....she was crying but she did hear me arrive.

"You forgot something, Adler ?" She said in a broke voice and by hearing that voice, I was overtaken by the emotions and because of it, I fell on my knees in the middle of the safehouse, holding back my owns tears, awaiting for her to look at me but that moment never came, I had to do something.

"I....I'm sorry about everything." I broke the silence, saying a part of the letter she left for me back at that hotel in Moscow. "And....I hope you will be able to forgive.....because right now, you have a big place inside my heart." When I was done, tears started to fall down on my face and at this moment, I could see Park looking at me on my knees, her eyes filled with tears.

"B-Be-Bell ?" She said, looking at me, stunned and.....shocked to me, she got up from her seat, walking slowly.

"I'm sorry....about everything." I looked down, wanting to hide my tears with no effect at all "You have a big place inside my heart." I repeated again before she get on ker knee too in front of me.

"It's.....it's you !" She whispered, tears coming down at her side before putting one of her hands on my right cheek "You're here !" She grinned, filled with emotions before I do the same and put my hand on her left cheek. My arms were shaking at touching her again after 3 years.

"Park....I....." I whispered but I was so much lost in my words, starting to cry. Then, at the same time, we both started to put our arms around each other and we were both crying in each other shoulder.

After 3 years, I was now back with Park again.....back in her arms and she was back in mine. I thought that it was just a big dream but everything was so real for me. It was real, she was really there, hugging me and we were very close to each other. I was happy and so troubled after all these times. It's been 6 days since I was now back alive and what I wanted to do first was done : I was back with Park again ! We were so shocked to see each other and we were so relieved to see each other again.

"I....came....back !"

#black ops cold war #bocw #call of duty cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #cod cold war #fanfic #helen park #fem!bell

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neeswords · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested?: no

Word count: 2032

Authors notes: I hope you enjoy it. If you would like a personalised one please do ask :) have fun reading! I am writing imagines for anyone in the one Chicago series!

Trigger warning(s): mention of death

Summary: Y/N is a lawyer and has received an arson case. She does to arson investigation for help and meets Severide. They explore the crime scene and spend time together and later become close.

You worked at the district attorneys office. You had just been given a case against a Javi Torres for arson and murder.

"Jessica this case is next to nothing. I don't have enough to put him away for arson let alone murder." You sighed.

"Y/N Y/L/N when have you ever not accepted a challenge. You are my best prosecutor hence the hard case. You'll do me proud you always do." Jessica, your boss smiled.

You laughed. "Can I speak with arson investigation maybe one of them can testify or give me something to look this man up. Good chances are a jury will believe the word of a fire expert."

Jessica just simply nodded.

You arrived at arson headquarters and gave the receptionist the case number. She referred you to someone called Wendy Seager. You went into the office to be met with a small short haired lady and a tall man. This man was wearing a jacket which said squad so you guessed he was a firefighter.

"Hi miss Y/L/N. Wendy Seager and this is Lieutenant Kelly Severide, fire house 51, I'm guessing you got the pleasure of locking Mr Torres up. How can we help you?" Seager said kindly.

You chuckled. "Nice to meet you. And I was wondering if I could use your expertise here. I believe that you are the ones who declared this case arson? I will 100% stand for your case but from all the information I have been given, I don't have anything that places Mr Torres at the scene. What make you think it was him?" You sternly said.

This 'Kelly Severide' then stepped in.

"I responded to the call. The fire was out of control before we even got to the house. My squad, squad 3 were first on scene and we saw this black car parked across the street we had just predicted he was the one who called in the fire. One of my men approached him to ask if he knew what caused it and the bastard just drove off. This man being Torres. We prayed no one would be in that house because to any fire fighter it was obvious this wasn't going to be a rescue, it would be a recovery. Engine 51 put out the fire and we then went in. And do you know what we found? 4 bodies. 2 of them were children. This man sat in his car knowing that these kids and their parents were being burnt alive. Tell me that's not enough to lock him up."

You sighed. "Look I'm sorry that you had to go though that, it sounds really tough. And my heart goes out to that poor family. However from what your telling me this man was just sat in his car. It's not a crime to not go into a burning building. I'm sorry Lieutenant but my hands are tied here." You said apologetically.

And with that Severide was about to leave. Before he opened the door he turned around and said

"I know he did it. I just know." And slammed the door on his way out, clearly annoyed.

Something in you believed him. You wanted to fight this case for him but you just didn't have the proof to do so. You went back to the office and went over the entire case file. You could prove that this case was arson, the cans of gasoline prove it but you just couldn't prove it was Mr Torres.

"Y/N what are you still doing here it's late?" Jessica suddenly came into your office.

"There's something off about this case. Do you think I could visit the scene?" You asked timidly.

"It late Y/L/N—"

"I'll be an hour at the most" You interrupted her.

"Fine go. But don't go alone." Jessica sighed

You probably should have gone to arson investigation and asked for someone to go with you but instead you ended up at Fire house 51.

You walked in and was greeted by a tall blonde man in a white shirt. " Hi I'm Captain Casey how can I help you?"

You didn't really know what to say, you'd just turned up at a fire house unexpectedly. "Hi I'm Y/N Y/L/N" you shook his hand "I work for the district attorneys office. Erm is Lieutenant Severide around?"

Casey replied "right this way" He led you into Severides office. "Thank you Captain" you smiled. He responded with an "anytime" and then left. As soon as Severide saw you he immediately stood up. "Have you got something?" He asked straight up.

"No, I haven't but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the scene with me. Maybe there's something that's been missed or maybe someone saw something? I mean it's a long shot but it's worth a try right?" You said. Without an answer he grabbed his radio and said "ill go inform my chief".

His Chief agreed and you and Severide made your way to the burnt house. You took your car. The car ride was relatively silent. You decided to speak up. "You know I believe you right." You didn't look up from the road. Severide didn't say anything. You awkwardly sat there.

After a while, you arrived at the house, well if you can even call it that anymore. You went to the door which was covered in a board. "Erm maybe we should call CPD for assis—" Severide interrupted you by kicking it down. "Never mind" you mumbled. You swallowed hard it was so dark it was a somewhat scary setting. You had no idea what you were looking for you just needed something that placed Torres at this scene. Severide wondered off ,so you decided to look around the front of the house. Most of it was ash. There was this family photo. The kids were so little you could see why severide was so touched.

"Hey erm law lady I think I might have something" Severide shouted from upstairs. You giggled and rolled your eyes and the name he called you.

He was pointing out the window. " you see that?" You nodded. "A street camera. How did CPD not pick up on that?"

He shrugged and called on his radio. " Lieutenant severide to squad 3. Request for squad to my location."

"Law lady?" You asked with a little laugh.

He turned around and smiled. "Yeah sorry about that I've been so stressed with this case that I didn't really pick up on your name." You just laughed

Within about 5 minutes squad turned up. "Cruz get me a ladder." Severide instructed his men. "Coming right up boss" was this mans response. Severide got the camera down within a couple of minutes. "Let's head back to the station and see what we can pull of this." He said whilst holding the camera up.

Once you were back at the station you and Severide sat at the squad table trying to find the footage you were praying for.

An hour had passed and the camera went black. Severide put his head in his hands and sighed.

"Hey we'll find something" you said whilst placing a hand on his. He gave you a comforting smile back.

It has got the the time frame of 10 minutes before the fire and the camera had come back on. You looked at severide to find that he was already looking at you. "This has to be it right?" He asked. You just looked at the screen. This black figure was entering the house through a side gate. We couldn't quite get a face out of it though. Severide was getting frustrated. "Turn you son of a bitch let's see your face" The man on the video had gotten into the house. When he suddenly came running back out. Due to the angle of the camera we couldn't see where abouts he went. He still made sure to cover his face. He went running back in with the gasoline cans. He took them into the house and then ran out. Except this time we got a glimpse of his face. Severide managed to pause it on his face. "That's him. Try telling me that's not him." He said. You sighed again "it's too blurry to be certain but I have a tech person at my firm ,let me see what he can do."

"Thank you" Severide smiled at you.

"Anytime" you said whilst grabbing your stuff. Just as you were leaving you turned around to him and said "Y/N Y/L/N" Severide looked at you confused. You laughed. "My name. My name is Y/N."

He smiled again "right"

Time skip to after the case.

You won the case. Olly the tech guy managed to get a clearer image. He even ran the face though facial recognition and guess who came up? Javi Torres. You hadn't seen severide since the night you got the camera. So you decided to go and tell him the good news in person.

You arrived at fire house 51 and saw Severide sat at his squad table. You walked up to him and just smiled hoping he would get why. "You won?!" He enthusiastically said. "No we won!" You answered. He smiled and stood up. "I never had a doubt" he softly spoke. You didn't know what to say so you sheepishly smiled. Out of nowhere he hugged you and softly whispered in your ear "thank you" you hugged back and responded "of course" you pulled back softly and Severide then pulled your hand "hey come on. Come meet the rest of us". You shook your head. " I can't I have to be back at the office, I'm on a tight schedule. Being a lawyer is never ending." You said. He nodded. "Well at least let me take you for a drink then?" You smiled. "I'd like that." You gave him your number and you went your separate ways

Later that night Severide text you asking to meet at this bar called mollys. It was apparently owned by one of the firefighters he worked with.

Once you arrived you saw severide sat with the captain whom you had previously met. You walked over. As soon as severide saw you he stood up and greeted you with a hug. You obviously hugged back. "Hey nice to see you again. I'll give you two some space" Casey said. Severide mouthed a 'thank you' to him and then devoted his attention back onto you.

"You look beautiful" he said which made you blush. You looked down. " thank you" you mumbled.

"Can I get you a drink?" He politely asked

"Erm sure a beers fine." You shyly responded.

Throughout the night severide introduced you to most of firehouse 51. They were all so welcoming and kind. Your personal favourite was Herrman you really liked his attitude. It was getting late and you had work in the morning so you decided it was probably your time to go.

You turned to Severide. " I've had an amazing time tonight but I have work early tomorrow so imma head home." You said softly.

"Right erm yeah. Let me walk you out." He smiled

You'd just left the door of mollys when severide pulls you into him. His face was so close to yours. You could feel his hot breath against your face. It took everything in you to not just grab his face and kiss him. "I enjoyed spending time with you" he whispered. You couldn't form any words. You were so weakened. You couldn't stand it much longer so you went to pull back when he grabbed your face. His lips met yours. It was kind of rough yet passionate. It was clear that we were both craving each other. After a couple of minutes we both pulled back. "Wow" was all you could say. He laughed.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked. Your smirked and whispered "Or, we could go back to my place, it's not too far from here." And that's where you went.

#kelly severide #imagine #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #wallace boden #matt casey #joe cruz #fanfic #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide fanfiction

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renee-writer · 5 years ago

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Valentine's Day

A/N A one shot in honor of Valentine's Day and the picture on the left hand corner that my brother says looks like they are having orgasms without touching. Enjoy. It is Explicit.😀😀😀

She meet him on Valentine’s Day. He is a substitute teacher for Mr. Abrams second period English class. She comes to pick up Stephanie for her speech therapy and lost her train of thought.

“Hello lass, can I help ye?” She is even more distracted by his Scottish accent in this American middle school. “Lass?” The students start to giggle.

“Oh sorry. I am here to pick up Stephanie Ford for her speech therapy.” She finally finds her voice. Lord lass, no one would believe you are a speech therapist? What is wrong with you? You have seen attractive men before. He is very attractive with chestnut curls that flow down his neck and absolutely startling blue eyes. Even sitting, she can tell he is tall. But still.

“Stephanie?” She stands with her face red from being singled out in the middle of whatever is going out between Miss Beauchamp and Mr. Fraser. She walks to the front of the room and nods at Mr. Fraser before dunking at the door.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” she pauses, allowing him to give his name.

“Jamie Fraser.” He offers her his hand.

“Claire Beauchamp. Speech Therapist believe it or not.” His hand is warm and strong and starts her heart pounding. After what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more then a few seconds, he releases it.

“Nice to meet ye.” They eyes hold and lock for a moment and a small titter raises from the students behind them. She recalls time, place, and the fact that Stephanie awaits here. She turns towards the class.

“Be nice and respectful to Mr. Fraser. Recall who you are.” She instructs them before slipping out the door.

Good God! Who was that lass? It takes him a few minutes to be able to focus again once she leaves. Nothing even close to this had ever happened to him. He was goobersmaked. Speechless. Unable to think on anything but the electric shock that went through him when their hands touched or the way her eyes, warm as whisky, seemed to see into his soul.

“Mr. Fraser?” It is Lynn, one of Mr. Abrams more gifted and studious students. “Should we return to reading the balcony scene?”

Right. The balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet, in honor of Valentine’s Day.

“Oh yes. Please do.”

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Tomas', reading for Romeo declares. “What does he mean Mr. Fraser?”

“That Juliet is out of bounds because she’s a Capulet and the swore enemy of his family but, that her name means naught in the face of true love.”

The children continue to read as he continues to think. What is in a name? Claire. Sorcha. Light.

She sits in her room at the end of the day. She is to be going over the notes from todays sessions but in reality, is thinking of Mr. Fraser. She twirls her pen around as she appears to be looking down at her hand written notes. She in reality, sees nothing but his blue eyes. She sighs as she reaches out to turn her computer on so she can enter them in each student's file.

“Hello.” She jumps knocking one of the files to the floor. “Sorry. Dinna mean to startle you.” He hurries in to help her gather it up and their eyes and hands meet again. Once again, time stops.

“What is this?” She finds the breath to ask him. It feels like she is underwater and all is in slow motion with the only oxygen available being in her lungs.

“I dinna ken. I have ne' felt anything like it.”

“Please, will you stay long enough for me to get these notes in the computer?”

“Aye Claire. There is nowhere else I want to be.” She is able to draw a deep breath as she gathers up the spilled pages and looks away.

She forces herself to focus as she types in note after note. Jamie walks around the room. Finally after no more then a half hour, she is done. She looks up and he is right there.

“Jamie!” She stands and he is just a hair's breath away.

“Claire,” His hand come up to move her hair out of her eye.

“Not here. I live just a ten minute drive away.”

“Okay.” They walk out together, careful not to touch until they reach her car.

E only wished to see her, to see if what he felt in that classroom was real. No, that isn't strong enough. He is compelled to see her. He knew as soon as he walked into her room, and he saw her sitting there, that curly hair falling out of the bun it was in, that he was in trouble. The type that can either leave to heaven or hell. As soon as he meet her eyes, saw the same wonder there, he knew it would be the former.

The want of her is a living thing, and make no mistake, but it is far deeper then that. His hands shake as he opens her car door and as he joins her.

“It isna just me?” He knows but he needs to hear it from her.

“No, and it isn’t just sex.”

“Thank Christ!” Their combined laugh has a tone of hysteria. It should scare him. This whole thing should, but it doesn’t. It thrills him. It seems he is in the middle of something above himself. Something predetermined before Creation.

She drives with one hand. The other is in his. It helps keep her grounded when she feels like floating away. They should be talking, getting to know something about each other, but it almost seems sacrilegious to break what feels like a holy quiet. They talk with their clasped hands, making love without making love.

She pulls up and parks and he is out the door, opening it for her. She looks at him, and all she can't say is in that glance. It knocks the breath out of him. He staggers back a bit until she takes his hand and leads him to the door. She gets it open and they are inside. The rest of the world fades away.

He has had sex since he was 16 but until joined with Claire, he had never made love. He feels the difference as soon as he takes her lips which is as soon as the door shuts. He feels the shivers go through her and knows she feels it too. He holds her close, because he must and because he feels they will both fall if he doesn’t.

She moans into his mouth as she urges him to move. Leading him, quite literally, by the lips, she brings them both into her bedroom. Once there, she moves away and starts stripping. She kicks her shoes off, unbuttons her blouse and slips it off, and then her bra. It is at this point Jamie awakes from the daze he is in and starts to strip himself.

What is she doing? She respectful, responsible, Claire Beauchamp, doesn’t have sex with a man she had just meet. She is too careful and safe for such a move. She doesn’t stop stripping even as those thoughts run through her mind.

He is not one for meeting and bedding, lasses. He had ne' done this in his life. But, the want of her was something beyond his normal self control. It is a living thing. As necessary to his and her, continuing existence, as breathing.

She lays on the bed as soon as she is completely nude. Like a siren, she beckons him without a word. He joins her and takes her lips again. They both moan and sigh at the feel of being skin to skin. Her hands work across his back and down to his bum. His down her neck and chest. Her gasp keeps him focused there. He works his lips down, gently sucking and licking until he reaches her breasts. He tight grip on his bum and her cries of pleasure, keep him there until her body moves very deliberately across his.

She is coming apart. The feel of him on her breast, that sweet mouth sucking her deep inside is the most incredible thing she had ever felt. She needs more. So, she does something else completely out of character, she rolls him over and slips on top of him. Then she takes him in hand and slips him into her.

They both gasp at the feel. It is dumb. She is on birth control but knows nothing about him. To take him without a rubber is the height of insanity. But, this whole things feels insane. She starts to rock gently back and forth, feeling the orgasm build.

He is shocked at her boldness. He says a quick prayer that she is on birth control before letting the feel of her, wet and loose, surround him. He grabs on to her waist as she starts to rock. God help him! He is going to cum like never before. He must make sure she gets there first.

She jerks when she feels his thumb on her, pressing against her clit as she rocks faster. Her breath is coming in short burst and she feels her heart pounding against her ribs. It builds like a tidal wave and, just like that wave, it takes her over. She cries out as her body tightens around him. The shivers are massive and take her strength. She collapses on top of him, as boneless as a jelly fish. She feels his hands tighten around her before he takes over the rhythm. She holds him close as it builds up again. This time she goes over the edge with him.

“How do you know I am not a horrible person?” he asks her as they lay breathless side by side after.

“You may well be but, it is far to late Jamie Fraser, for whatever else you are, you are also mine.” He smiles broadly at her declaration. He rolls on his side and rests his head on his elbow as he stares at her. “For that matter, how do you know I'm not?”

“Are you lass? I hope not for you hold my heart in your hands.”

“I never used to believe at love at first sight. Lust yes. But, I always thought love needed time to grow.”

“Now?”

“Well now, I believe in both for I have experienced both with you.”

“It will grow. As we get to know each other more. But I already know the most import thing.”

“What is that?”

“That I will grow old with you.”

They are married a year later, on Valentine’s Day.

The End.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au #valentines day #very explict #one shot

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ryujinzs · 6 years ago

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thunder crush | thor odinson

prologue: her (Solaris) powers are basically absorbed from solar energy, and well... and he is the god of thunder.

warning: just angst

words: 2.1K

"That was the worst mission of my life. It was torture!" Sam exclaims, catching Tony's attention.

"What did I miss?" Tony asks.

"Fortunately, nothing. The sweetest God of Thunder and Y/N discussed the whole mission, they just keep fighting, they look like two kids."

At the same instant Solaris enters the room with her arms crossed while Thor says something probably imitating her.

"What is there with you two?" Banner asks.

"Do not ever send me on a mission with that idiot again, he's five years old!" Y/N exclaims irritably.

"Look, the arrogant lady, full of herself."

"Excuse me?" she widens her eyes, offended.

"Hey, hey, miss sunshine and weather boy, let's take it easy..." Y/N moves away and rolls her eyes, Thor does the same. "What happened?"

"He ruined everything, as usual!"

"I ruined it? Who was the human who thought she would deal with what she does not know? Oh right, it was not me."

"I'm not the one with the diva complex here! Thor is like that, like a diva, he needs audience and applause to live!"

"At least I know what I am doing." Thor says with acid in his voice.

Y/N’s brows drew together, and her eyes began to glow with intense gold, she was losing control.

"That's enough, you sweetheart will rest, the day was full. And you, Point Break, how about a snack?"

"Stark."

"Okay, okay, no nicknames."

Later in the training room Y/N looked like she would explode with such anger. She didn't hate Thor, but lately he has annoyed her more than usual. And yes, he seemed to be acting like a stupid brat child and that was unacceptable, at least while they were on an important mission. The girl fired a bolt of energy at a target so hard it ended up causing it to catch fire. She had to run to put out the fire before the fire alarm did not start ringing.

"He really pissed you off, didn't he?" Y/N turned to the side and saw Natasha standing on the doorframe.

"He always does that. Ever."

"Men..." She came over and took a knife from the table. "Have you ever thought that maybe he did it on purpose?" And she threw the knife, hitting the middle of the target.

"Of course, he probably hates me. Or thinks he's better than me." she shrugs and Natasha smiles.

"Not in that way" She throws another knife, hitting another target.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember how Thor looked at you when Stark gave the New Year's party? Champagne, intense glares, I think he even became jealous when you danced with Bruce, he even said that Thor was angry with him for a few days." She laughed. "It seems to me that the God of Thunder has a crush on you."

"What?" Y/N laughed, choking on her own laughter. "This is ridiculous."

"Perhaps." Nat shrugs and approaches Y/N, who is still in shock with the information she didn’t know. "But try to pay attention to how much he tries to impress you."

"But is not he like that? Ever wanting to show everyone how powerful he is?"

"Usually yes, but it's different with you."

"I find this almost improbable; Thor is like the Tinker Bell, he needs attention to survive."

"Well, that's true."

Later in the complex, everyone was busy with their own stuff while Y/N was in the kitchen looking for something in the refrigerator to eat. She found a box of strawberries and sat down on one of the benches. As soon as she bit the first strawberry, no one but Thor walked into the kitchen. He stared at her for a second before opening the refrigerator and grabbing a beer. Y/N looked away and continued eating her strawberries.

"Did you miss something here?" she asked without even looking at him.

In fact, Thor was only admiring her. He was delighted as a woman like her could be extremely gracious even doing a simple thing like eating strawberries. But he would not let go of his deepest thoughts, meanwhile, they were still in this game of cat and mouse.

"Thank God, no."

"Then stop staring at me."

"I am not staring at you, I am-"

"Staring."

Thor grunts, annoyed and slammed his fist into the refrigerator, leaving the mark of his fingers.

"What is your problem?" Y/N rises, irritated again.

"What is my problem? What is your problem lady?"

"You're my problem!"

"Then I think you should just get out of here!"

She felt her body bubble with anger. Her gaze focused on the beer bottle in Thor's hands and her mind began to work. When he realized, the liquid inside the bottle was bubbling hot and when he felt the glass was about to explode, Thor threw it into the sink.

"Are you crazy?"

"I can't stand you, I can't even look at you! Why don't you go back to your home, to your world where you can brag about how powerful you feel, huh? Don't you ever tire of ruining everything?"

Thor paused for a second. She went too far. When she realized, maybe it was too late. Lightning and thunder glowed outside the window. And there she realized that she had touched a wound of Thor that she should never have touched.

The day passed and no one dared to leave the complex. It was a monstrous storm outside, so everyone was forced to spend the rest of the day indoors. Y/N knew what was happening and who was the reason for the apocalyptic storm outside. And to make matters worse, the sun was gone, the source of her power was hidden behind clouds and more clouds loaded with rain. And if she had to defend himself against anything, it would be useless.

"Has anyone seen Thor?" Y/N asked Natasha, Tony, and Steve who were in the command room.

"No... But should we?" Natasha asked.

"He disappeared. We fought and-" Tony automatically placed his hands over his face, completely irritated. "I know, I'm sorry... I'm looking for him to apologize."

"Bucky saw him leave about half an hour ago." Steve said confused. "Where would he go?"

"I have no idea, but I'll go look for it." She lifted the zipper of her coat and turned to go after Thor.

"Is it a storm out there, and what if you need your powers?"

"Then hope I don't."

Then she picked up one of the available cars and drove in various places in search of a completely annoying demigod wandering the streets. Then she was prowling one of the streets near a park she saw him. A strong man sitting alone on a small wooden bench while the rain drenched his face and his body. Y/N parked and ran toward Thor. The rain was cold and strong, the heavy drops falling under her head and body.

"Thor? She called, but he didn't move. "What are you doing here alone?"

"Go away."

"I-I'm sorry for what you said earlier."

"You do not. And maybe you are right, I always mess up. I lost my brother, my father, almost everything I loved, I lost. And it is my fault."

She caught her breath and her lips parted to say something, but all she felt was the rain sweeping her face. Thor lifted his face, seeing her there in front of him, completely soaked and static.

"You're not to blame for any of these things, things happen for some reason, at least I believe it, and I know you've gone to great lengths to protect all people."

"It was not enough. It will never be."

"Thor..."

"Why don't you leave? You are wasting your time here. I could even hurt you too."

"Because I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being so childish and stupid sometimes, and look I'm sorry, but you have to admit that you are too. We're always fighting for no reason and I don't understand why. But I know you're capable of a lot, you've always done good things here on Earth..." She takes a deep breath, folding her arms in the cold. "Plus, you made a pretty storm here and I'm literally without my powers, so I'd appreciate it if you just did not kill me." Y/N let out a shy smile, secretly worried that Thor would really lose control and make matters worse.

But anyway, he stood up, his hair damp and dripping down his nose. The height difference was considerably large, Y/N had to raise her face slightly to see him. Thor stared softly at her, with a solid look, the deep blue and bright. The icy wind hit Y/N’S face and it made her lips tighten in discomfort.

"I would never hurt you, love."

Her eyes widened, trying to understand what he had said. Thor as soon as he realized, he coughed to disguise the embarrassment, meanwhile, she laughed at everything.

"What did you just call me?"

"What? Anything."

"I heard it... Huh?" She teased him, laughing at his embarrassment.

"Is it over now?" She apologized, stopping laughing "Great."

Thor moved closer to her, making her feel cold, which was a rarity. No one had ever made her feel what Thor was doing now.

It was a bittersweet mixture, a cold in her belly laden with floating butterflies and such a positive energy carried in her body that she thought it would explode. Thor touched Y/N’s face, making her feel his callous and smooth touch on her face. The rain didn't stop, it was a chaotic scene all around them, but for a moment everything seemed to disappear.

"What are you doing?"

But Thor did not answer. He wrapped his hands around her face and pulled her closer. She became aware of the situation when he kissed her. It was a sloppy kiss, wet and full of desire. She for a second thought "what the hell is he doing?" But it was good. Thor's hand came down and involuntarily tightened the flesh around Y/N’s waist. She sank into the arms of the God of Thunder. And he, it felt as if all that electricity was accelerating his chest and his heart could explode. She pulled Thor's short hair as she kissed him, only to have him closer to her despite how tall he was. The tight muscles in Thor's arms involved Y/N’s in an almost awkward hug, but there she felt something unique: comfort.

When they parted the kiss, the stares were confused. Y/N could not help it for a long time and smiled, almost openly at Thor, who still expected a reaction from the woman in front of him.

"Even when you kiss me, you have to make a dramatic scenario, don’t you?" She laughed, mentioning the rain and lightning that still fell on the whole city. Thor laughed and pulled back to kiss her, this time more willingly. This time he really made it all more dramatic, because the kiss was with such desire and precision that it made her run out of breath. Her hands touched his abdomen over the wet jacket Thor was wearing, fingering it until she reached the top of his pants.

"Could you-" Y/N broke off the kiss and jerked her head toward the sky.

"Oh, sure, I forgot."

He held her in his arms as he almost magically made the rain cease and slowly the sky took on its natural color, a warm blue, covered by only a few clouds.

"Now everything is perfect."

"Of course this is, after all, you are the one kissing me."

Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him lightly, even though she knew he would not move an inch as it was literally a wall of pure muscle.

"Can we go back now?" She looked up, watching Thor's expression change.

"I think it's better."

"Can I ask you something before we go back to the compound?"

"Of course, my love. Whatever you want."

"Can we leave it a secret? The guys were going to mock on us forever for that."

"I think it is better this way, I enjoy secrets." Thor stepped closer, sealing his lips with Y/N’s.

"Oh, my God... I just kissed Tinkerbell!"

They returned to the car, Thor visibly confused without understanding what she was talking about.

"I do not know who this Tinker is... Tinkerbell guy? But I bet it must be someone powerful... Right?"

"Oh yeah, you're so right..."

She laughed as she watched Thor get into the car. They both arrived at the compound with a bit of fear because they didn’t want anyone to find out what had happened. But the moment they stepped into the room, Tony and Natasha paused, staring at the two of them, completely drenched and suspicious.

"Look, Ken and Barbie are back! How was the reconciliation?"

"Tony..." Y/N rolled her eyes and walked toward the hall, but Thor was followed, completely bewildered.

"Y/N, who is this Barbie and Ken people? Why is Stark calling us these names? Y/N!"

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smileyoongle · 6 years ago

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Idol BTS! Reaction To You Having A Terminal Illness Part 2

Hey there! I didn't think my terminal illness reaction was that good. Thank you so much. I'm pretty shocked that you actually wanna read more to it. So I hope you like it, anon!

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Kim Seokjin:

Jin sat at the very bench where he had found out about your illness. He still wasn't over you, he would never be. It had been a year since you passed away and this was a usual habit of his. He would come to this place and imagine as if you were sitting by him, listening to whatever he had to say. He closed his eyes and let the wind caress his face. "Hello, princess. I'm back, as always." He let out a chuckle at his own words. "I hope heaven's treating you well. If they aren't, then they better be careful. I'll be there soon, you know." He said, looking at the stars in the sky. Jin knew very well that soon meant a pretty long time, but he was willing to wait it out. "Oh, did I mention that they tried to set me up on a blind date again? Yeah, I don't understand why they wouldn't give up because there's no way someone else can be what you were to me." He mumbled, eyes gazing at the empty seat next to him. He remembered how you told him that he had to find someone. Someone who would love him as you did. But Jin knew that there was no one. There could never be. Suddenly, his phone rung, screen flashing jungkook's name. He shook his head and ignored the call. "I'll be back, princess. Take care. I love you." He smiled at the stars. Getting up from the bench, he went to his car, knowing that he'll be back and you'll listen to him. Like always.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon stood near the grey stone, your name engraved in it. It gave him great comfort in knowing that you were still here, beneath all the mud, resting in peace now. He kneeled beside your grave, placing the fresh orchids above all the other flowers. Everyone had gone home after the ceremony was over, leaving Namjoon to grieve in his own way. Your family had also left with heavy hearts, tears streaming down their faces on the loss of someone so dear to them. "I miss you, already," Namjoon whispered, clenching his eyes shut, trying not to cry. Not being able to hold it back, he let it all out. Taking off his glasses that you loved so much, he covered his face with his hands. The gentle wind ruffled his hair as if it were your fingers. He felt your presence, your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing his back soothingly. "It'll be okay, Joon. I promise." Your sweet voice sounding like music to his ears. He slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing his red eyes and wet cheeks. You smiled at him before placing your lips on his forehead. Namjoon knew very well that this was only an illusion and he wanted it to last as long as possible. "I know it'll be okay, Y/N." He said, crying and holding your hand as you started to fade away. "I love you." He sniffled, watching as you left him. He stood up, taking slow steps backwards, eyes never leaving your grave. Turning around, he forced himself not to look back. "I'll be fine, Y/N. I promise." He muttered, taking in a deep breath and preparing to start a life without you.

Min Yoongi:

The computer screen emitted light strong enough to illuminate the dark studio. Yoongi had been writing songs for the upcoming album, barely getting any sleep. He decided to take a break and proceeded to save the track, closing the tab to reveal your face. It had been 4 years since you went to a better place but it didn't feel like it. Instead, it was as if you never left, as if you were constantly around him. Maybe it was because of a certain 12-year-old girl that had eyes like yours even though she was adopted. Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap. A few minutes later, he felt hands covering his eyes and a small giggle ringing through the studio. "You're back early," Yoongi mumbled, taking the smaller hands into his own. "Yup, I had a dream where mom told me to check on you so here I am and clearly she was right." Said your daughter, gazing around the darkroom before going to switch on the lights. Yoongi let out a groan before turning his chair around to see her sitting on the plush couch, fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. Yoongi frowned and went to sit beside her. "And what could be bothering my rockstar?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The young girl hesitated before raising her head to see Yoongi's concerned face. "It's Mother's Day tomorrow." She let out the words and gazed down at the carpet. Yoongi felt a wave of sadness go through him when he saw the tears trailing down his daughter's cheek. "I miss her, dad." She mumbled, voice cracking before she broke down into sobs. Yoongi pulled her into a hug and tried to control the tears threatening to spill. "She doesn't have to be here to be with you, remember? She's watching us from up there and she would hate to see us like this. Do you want her to be sad?" He said, voice as gentle as a feather. The 12-year-old shook her head and wiped her tears. Even though you left, you definitely prepared them to live without you. It wasn't easy at first but life goes on and people move on too.

Jung Hoseok:

The children laughed and chased each other around, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Hoseok admired the scene in front of him, thinking about the possibilities of saving at least one of the kids from being consumed by the illness that took you away from him. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He had just made a generous donation to a cancer charity for children in your name. He didn't want anyone to ever go through the pain of losing someone in such a terrible way. He felt his coat being tugged at, making him snap out of his thoughts. He looked down to find a little girl, holding a little teddy bear in one hand. "Hello Mr, are you an angel?" She asked, looking up at him with big and hopeful eyes. He chuckled and kneeled down in front of her. "What makes you say that?" He asked, still smiling. "Ms Jo said that an angel had come to let us know that we'll be okay. I'm sorry though, you see it's our playtime so no one was inside." She explained making hoseok's heart fill with warmth. He looked down at his shoes before looking back at her. "I am not an angel, sweets. But I do have an angel who sent me here. She's watching us from up there." He said, pointing up at the sky as the girl looked up. She smiled and asked him what the angel's name was. "Y/N." He answered. The little girl nodded and handed him her teddy bear. "Will you please give her this and tell her I said thank you?" She asked, gazing at Hoseok with her innocent eyes. Hoseok looked away as his eyes started to water. It had barely been 6 months without you and he was still trying to cope with the pain. He blinked away the tears and accepted the bear, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. The girl grinned and hugged him, making Hoseok feel better. He hugged her back and let a tear slip down his cheek. Before pulling away, he quickly wiped the tear. Waving him goodbye, the little girl ran back to her friends and Hoseok walked away. Maybe life won't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe he'll be happy again.

Park Jimin:

Jimin leaned his elbows on the railing in the huge balcony of the penthouse he had rented. The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky a beautiful mix of colours. This vacation was absolutely necessary after everything that he had been through. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of peace and contentment. Slowly, he felt your hands wrapped around him from behind. Smiling, he leaned his head back, resting it on your head. "Hi." You mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled and turned around, pulling you into his chest. "Did you take your medicines?" He asked, swaying from side to side with you in his arms. You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. A miracle recovery, the doctors had called it. You had survived even though everyone had already begun counting the number of days you had. "I'm happy." You stated and looked up to see Jimin's eyes. He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. "Not more than me." He mumbled before kissing you. "I don't know what I would have done if-" you stopped him before he could complete that sentence by kissing him more deeply. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for breath. Jimin intertwined your fingers with his and kissed them one by one, letting his lips linger longer where the diamond ring adorned your finger. Now there was nothing that could take away the love you shared. "I can't wait to call you mine completely." He said, burying his face in your neck. You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "And I can't wait to be yours completely." You replied, gazing at the sky which was now devoid of the sun.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung fluffed the pillows and arranged the blankets, making sure they were comfortable enough. The light from inside the truck streamed through the glass window lighting up the back of it. Taehyung grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2:00 AM. He smiled and looked at the sky. Finally, another item was checked off the bucket list that you both shared, witness a meteor shower together. "It's almost time," Taehyung announced, looking around once more to make sure everything was okay. He got off the back to help you climb up. You were still weak from all the treatments and medicines. Once he tucked you in, he got in beside you and held you close to him. "Are you cold?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face. You shook your head and looked up at him. Suddenly, you saw bright lights from the corner of your eye making you turn your head. The rapid movement of the stars appearing and fading had you gasping in amazement. But Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come so close to losing you. He was relieved that everything was okay now, you were okay and so was he. "I told you I'd complete the bucket list with you, didn't I?" He asked, taking your attention away from the stars. You smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much." You stated, closing your eyes and leaning on his chest. He grinned and kissed your head. "I love you more."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook kicked a stone to the side as he walked beside his date for the evening. It was a blind date set up by his brother, an attempt to help him get over you. The date had thankfully come to an end and it was time to head home. Lana was a nice girl, warm and welcoming but she wasn't you. And Jungkook didn't want anyone who wasn't you. He turned to look at her when he heard her sigh. "So, who is she?" She asked, looking at the ground while continuing to walk. Jungkook almost tripped but composed himself. "What?" He looked at her with wide eyes. Lana chuckled and shook her head. "I've been on enough dates to know when someone is interested in me or someone else. So, tell me, who is that lucky girl?" She asked again, tucking her hair behind her ear. Jungkook bit his lip, guilty that he was caught. "She is no more. Died about 4 months ago." He answered. Lana stopped walking while Jungkook continued. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. Jungkook shook his head and gave her a small smile. He wasn't okay but he had to be. He promised you. Taking a glance at his watch, he cringed. It was almost midnight, he needed to hurry home. "Uh....look, I'm sorry that I probably ruined your hopes for this date but I really need to go now," Jungkook said in a rush. Lana smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I'll be here if you ever need anything." She waved her hand at him while he nodded and took off running. Opening the door to his house, he jogged to the kitchen and took out the cake that he had baked earlier in the day. Placing candles on it, he lit them up and took the cake to the living room where your photo hung on the wall above the fireplace. "Happy Birthday, my love." He whispered, blowing the candles and blinking away his tears. He missed you and he'll never stop missing you. He just needed to learn to live with this feeling and he hoped that someday he would.

Personally, I don't think this is good enough but hopefully it isn't that bad.

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headoverhiddles · 7 years ago

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For Those Who Made It - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Tim go to Disney World for your anniversary. He gives you a terrible sex toy to bring, which of course, you fully intend to use.

Notes: Hey! Lmao so don't do this! Obviously. There's kids sitting right next to you!! There's cameras!! Woohooing in Disney World is fun for nobody! Except you. In this fic. 😉

Disney World was supposed to be a fun, happy place, to say hi to Mickey Mouse, pick up some hitchhiking ghosts, and generally indulge in child-like innocence. Of course, Tim chooses a fitting gift for your two year anniversary based on the upcoming couples trip you're about to embark on.

"Remote control vibrating panties?" you deadpan, looking up from the package. He raises both eyebrows with a cheeky grin, and you huff.

"Don't give me that cute little smile, where do you expect me to wear this?!"

"Where else?" your husband continues to smirk, and taps the calendar's 8th day mark. You duck your head, and can't help but giggle into your arm. Of fucking course he would do this.

"I am not wearing vibrating panties in Disney World, Simon."

He pops his head back around the corner of the kitchen, tossing a macaroon in his mouth. "Ooh, fuck. You've used my middle name, I must be in for it."

"Come here you idiot," you roll your eyes, and he stuffs another cookie in his mouth before warily tip toeing over to you. You wait for him to sit down, then loop your arms around him, getting in his lap. His brow furrows, looking down your body and placing his hands on your hips, and you rest your forehead against his.

"You want me to wear them so you can turn me on whenever you want, hm?"

He smirks. "Mhmm."

"You wanna see me squirm, look at you with those eyes that just beg you to take me back to the hotel room and fuck the living shit out of me."

He starts to get hard under you, you can feel it, and you shift against his bulge.

"That what you want, baby? You want to fuck me? You wanna know I'm so wet, just fucking dripping thinking of you, cause you keep turning the dial up, and up, and up, until I just can't take it anymore, I have to have you?"

He can't do anything but nod, and you stroke the beginnings of stubble on his chin.

"Well you're out of luck, because I refuse to wear them. If anyone got a picture of what we're doing, the headlines would be something along the lines of "Closet exhibitionists: What REALLY goes on in the Roth family!"

"Or if we're real lucky, we'll get a spot in "Defiling Disney: Twenty celebs who just couldn't wait," he wiggles those damn eyebrows. You get up, leaving him wanting, and saunter toward the bedroom. He stands up.

"If you wear them, I'll personally talk to Town Hall and get us a tour of the top room in Cinderella's castle."

You gasp softly, and stop in your tracks. You had always dreamed of touring that little room, ever since you were a kid... you'd forgotten what perks come with being married to an actor. You swing back around.

"You're devious."

"I'm sweet as every one of those mickey rice krispies you're gonna devour."

You bury your face in his shoulder, laughing. "Yes. Fine. You have a deal."

He winks. "Like you're not going to enjoy every minute of it."

You roll your eyes again... you know you will, but you're a little nervous. Tim has a deadly mischievous side.

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Tim holds your hand as the two of you make your way slowly down Main Street, USA, not a care in the world. It's your first day, and it's been amazing so far. You two had dropped into the first shop you saw to grab ears, and you had selected a cute blue polka dot headband with a daisy, while Tim chose an outrageous Donald duck ear hat. He always liked Donald Duck best, he said.

The sun beats down on you two, threatening to melt your second Mickey ice cream pop of the day. Tim catches a bit of chocolate on his thumb, and licks it up. You admire his tattooed biceps, and look up to where he's wearing a Mickey hat and sunglasses, to not be recognized.

"You look hot."

"I feel hot," he wipes his face. "Bloody 86 degrees today."

You offer him some of your ice cream, and he leans over, taking a bite. You two keep walking.

"So, enough of me complaining. You look adorable, I look adorable, we're set in that department. Where to first?" he asks. You take another lick of your ice cream, and he watches your tongue swipe over the white cream intently, licking his own lips.

"I think we should do something wet."

"Funny you should mention wet," Tim comments, and turns up the dial he's got in his pocket. Surprised, you let out something between a yelp and a moan, scaring a boy standing next to you. You recover, and swat your husband.

"You're a shit."

"Did I hear you say Splash Mountain?" As you two begin walking over toward Frontierland, you readjust yourself inconspicuously. You were well on your way to an orgasm by noon, you could tell.

You successfully make it to evening without coming in your panties, but it's been tough. During Pirates, Tim thought it would be a loud enough scene while drifting through the sea battle to turn the dial up, leaving it for thirty seconds straight. You had clutched onto his knee, but he had kept your hand away from his crotch. So unfair.

Now around 7 PM, the park was getting dark, and you'd decided to head over to Hollywood Studios and do one of your favorite rides-- the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror.

"Scared, love?" Tim asks you, holding you from behind, and you shake your head, holding his hands.

"I love this one. Heights are the best."

"You're right. I'm probably the terrified one," he whispers, "Guess I'll just have to... distract myself." You're brought into the small library, where the lights go out and a TV flashes on, and Rod Serling begins to address you.

"Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie town, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right."

You and Tim hold each other in a familiar embrace, rocking gently with him placing soft kisses every so often to your temple as you watch the pre-show twilight zone "episode", one which you'd probably memorized by now. You're then ushered into a spooky queue, then an elevator. You and Tim sit in the back, and he winks at you before everything goes dark. Oh god. What's he planning?

The ride's screen opens up, and Rod's back, telling you all you're about to take a ride up to the twilight zone.

"You feeling good?" Tim whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip, feeling the panties begin to vibrate. You nod, whispering back:

"Yes, daddy. My pussy feels good." He turns it up, and you bite down on your fist. The elevator car starts drifting forward through the "stars" and you lean into Tim.

"Please. Please, let me come."

"Not yet. Not yet, darling."

The ride locks into tracks, and you're pulled up to the top of the hotel, where it breaks. The panties are still vibrating, and you bite back another moan. Just then, the ride drops, and the vibrations grind perfectly against your clit. You squeeze his hand.

"Please, daddy, I need it."

"How bad?"

"So fucking bad."

As the elevator goes up one more time, he hisses in your ear:

"Come on and come for me, you little whore."

"Oh god," you nearly shout as your climax hits you, and it's not out of place as the ride plummets to the basement. During the descent, you experience the weirdest mix of euphoria and free-fall, and when you're at the bottom, your body doesn't know what to feel.

Tim helps you off the ride, knees shaking, and at a concerned cast member, he just shakes his head.

"Her first time."

You feign a nod. "I'm terrified of heights!"

When you two get all the way outside and in front of it, you grab Tim, swinging your husband into a hug so you can laugh into his chest.

"Oh. My. God!"

"And Mr. Serling was right, now it's time for me to die," Tim laughs, and you shake your head.

"No, that felt so good."

"What happened to Defiling Disney?"

"Fuck it. That was the craziest orgasm of my life." He bows, and takes your hand again, swinging it as Minnie walks by and makes a heart at you two.

"So we can do the same on It's A Small World?"

"You'd need to give me four orgasms and nipple clamps to keep me awake during that ride," you deadpan, and Tim bursts out laughing as you get another idea. "I've heard the Cinderella room has a bed," you tease, "Wanna rent it out? I need you to pound my wet little pussy til I'm hoarse." Tim grazes his lips against yours, slapping your ass and hoping Minnie didn't see that behind you.

"I'll rent it out. I didn't become a movie star for nothing, love."

#tim roth #sexy times #tim roth fanfic #tim roth fanfiction #tim roth smut #tim roth x reader #reader x tim roth #emil blonsky #disney world #wdw #smut #mr orange #tarantino #tarantino smut #mr orange x reader #disney #tower of terror

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stay--satan · 8 years ago

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I could say that I'm sorry but I can't even remember how it happened - JASON TODD X READER (PART I)

Hi 👋 can you do a the 17 prompt and can it be that Jason cheated on the reader(female)?

PROMPT LIST

17. “I guess you finally did it. I’m leaving you alone” PART II HERE

WARNING: ANGST AND CHEATING

"You don't understand Y/N, I'll hurt you like I did to everyone else" "Jason, this entire sad boy attitude is only attracting to teenagers. Drop it."

Jason and Y/N were too much complicated and long to explain in full sentence we're gonna explain in phrases about their time together

- They met in a party that they both didn't wanna go. - They gave the first kiss that night, but only met again about a month later - She held him at gunpoint when he broke in her house while wearing his Red Hood costume - "I was shot" "Goddamnit then why did you came here and not a hospital? Just because I love you doesn't make me a skilled freelancer nurse!" - She googled how to stich my boyfriend's leg and he laughed while bleeding out on her floor. It was also the first time she said I love you. - They've been together for a year and half by this time, so yeah, it took them some while. - A few weeks after this day, she noticed he started to push her away. Not showing up for their nights, not answering her calls, making up lame excuses and etc. - But hell, he didn't expect to her to come to Bruce's place with angry eyes. Now they were arguing over this.

"Look" she said already tired of that argument "I know who I am with, don't you think I've done my research? How do you think I knew you were here?" he let out a sigh "I could kicked you out after that night, but I didn't. What changes now that I know?" "Everything. I... Look at my life, Y/N! I'm a late 20's man who can't have a relationship for more than a year before start to fuck up. I'll fuck you up, and for the first time I feel like you don't deserve this" "You don't get the right to decide this by yourself, Todd!" y/n hit your fists in the table already annoyed "You're the first man that I've loved. I'm not leaving you because you had trust issues in the past" "It's more than that..." "Well, breaking news Todd, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD TO HAVE PROBLEMS. So whatever is yours, get over it." He senses the angry in the tone and decide to keep quiet.

"I'm sorry" Jason show up by her window after a day "I know I keep hitting in the same key, but you don't understand for real" "You keep saying that, but did you ever bother to explain?" And beside his huge fear over this, he did. They both sat for hours as he tells her about Robin, the Joker, the pit, the lost days, his family and everything. "Okay that seems to be a little more to process" she exhale deeply. Jason wide his eyes scared starring at her and she bursts out laughing "I'm so sorry, but that sounds like the saddest thing Bjork ever writted" she says between laughs and Jason started laugh loudly.

He tries to push her away again a few times after that day, but she always ended up at his door with angry fists. Really, she tried to punch him the other day screaming 'Wake the Fuck UP, Todd". And after a huge year, he takes her advice and get over. He lets himself for the first time to sink in a relationship that could lead to somewhere. They have fancy dinners, family reunions, he introduce to her his family (though he's really stressed out over this), invite his friends over her place (since he couldn't leave but you loved it), surprise gifts and stuff.

"Babe, could you grab my towel?" he screams over the bathroom. She didn't respond "Babe?" he steps out walking over her bedroom "Yeah, I think I'm available at night." She's over her phone, he couldn't help to just stand over her door and listen "Yeah sure, he'll not be in here I guess" He helds his breath arching his brow. What's she talking about? He doesn't have much time to think about because now she's yelling to him how wet the floor is. But that doesn't let him get over the hammer hitting in his head over that phone call. For almost every night he left for patrol, he ended up in the top of the building in front of her house looking if there wasn't something strange. Then the dates and coming over started to being delayed, she changed her hair he notices but doesn't say anything. Whenever she fell asleep, he started to look over the house something that could give away but nothing. He couldn't be that paranoid, could he? I mean, the phone calls didn't stop neither but all he could see through the days was more and more random papers over her desk with a lot of phone numbers. For a second he thought about calling one of them, but he knew her better that she would find out and kill him a second later. So he takes a break during the day and follow her car, as this was the normal thing to do. She goes first to her favorite bakery buy the usual donuts and goes straight to her work. He waits until 30 minutes later to get in the building. Fixing his hair, he makes his way though the reception grinning to the secretary. He leans down and tries to compliment her to get informations "So... Audrey?" Jason reads her tag getting back to that smile "Are you sure you can't tell me a few informations. I'm just trying to be a good friend for my pal's girlfriend" "No, Mr Grayson" she giggles letting out a blush. He wasn't that stupid to give his own name "I'm not allowed to tell you infos about our employees" "Oh c'mon Audrey, live a little" he brushs his hands over hers making her face extra red. Jason felt horrible, but it was the only way out of this "Just tell me, has Y/N L/N been talking to anyone lately?" She lets out a dramatic sigh finally spitting up "Well, I've see she has hanging out a lot with Mr Gale from 12th floor. He's kinda like her boss, I saw her leaving to the garage with him last week..." His face drops. So he was right this entire time. "... around eight. So if you're interest..." he hears her voice after processing. He just say goodbye thanking her while leading his way back to his bike.

The next seven hours felted like seven days. Jason Todd has been cheated. Of course that would happen to him, why not? Ugh, now he had to pick up his stuff at her place and go over that entire drama. But that wouldn't be his problem tonight. Picking up his jacket, he goes over that bar that he clicks into his head out of nowhere. Walking in he goest staight to the bend asking for the next 4 shots of whisky. If he couldn't handle the truth, he would drink it. "I honestly thought you wouldn't come" he hears the whiny voice coming from behind. So that's how he remembered the bar. Audrey puts her hand over his shoulder. Jason takes another shot before glancing her eyes. "You know, your pal's girlfriend I think she's finally coming clean to him tonight" frowing his brows angrily "She left early today saying that she had this huge thing to deal with her boyfriend" "Well, I guess now it's their problem" he smirks as she leaned closer.

Jason cursed himself for coming to Y/N that night, but he couldn't help the angry taking over him. Maybe if he was lucky he would catch them on act and he could prove his point. He was to drunk to care, it was 2 fucking am. Stumbling over his feet, he makes the way over the door picking up his spare key for the last time. He takes a deep breath thinking about everything he would scream to her about it and opens the door. But not in his most paranoic dreams he thought about the scene that follows.

The entire room was in flowers and candles, but not in a cheesy way, it was remarkble. Walking on a bit a wild Y/N jumps in front of him with the wildest smile "Took you long enough, hi!" she smiles and his eyes open as this was the scariest shit he had witnessed. She had a 'I'm Sorry" ballon and puts in his hand "So, I know I've been missing out lately but I didn't want to tell you before I had everything under control but..." She picks up a bottle of champagne with that huge smile still "I'm a big boss now!" she laughs over jumping in joy. Jason, still standing behind the close door, roll his eyes letting the balloon out in the air "Are you fucking kidding me?" Her smiles disappear and her entire excitment goes away "You can drop the shitty act, I know everything" he says stumbling over the words "Are you drunk?" Y/N says worried coming closer to him but he goes to the opposite direction from her "Jay, something happened?" "Yeah, it did. You fucking liar, I knew it would end this way" he points at her angrily "You blow your way up then, uh? How many?" She couldn't believe in his words, swalling the cry that was about to come out she whispers "What are you saying, Jason?" "You and that fucking piece of shit cheating on me." her eyes widened in surprise "Don't do this, I know I fucking knew it" "What the fucking are you talking about and you better have some good explanation" "Oh so now we're going to facts?" he says sarcastly walking in circles in the room "We start with the phone calls, and then the 'I'm sorry I'm late' or 'I won't make it in time' and then walking with your pimp to the garag-OUTCH" he screams holding his nose over the huge punch Y/N gave him. "HOW DARE YOU, AND HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT?" "I WENT TO YOUR JOB AND ASKED AUDREY, EVERYBODY KNEW EXCEPT FOR ME" She was so angry that she could feel every nerve of her body moving around her "Are you shitting me, Todd? He has PTSD over the accident he had years ago!" she screams her lungs out "I have been walking with him to his car over the last 4 years and he has been thinking of retiring, so I've been working like hell so he could offer me his spot." she goes over by the desk where he once saw full of papers. She picks up throwing in his face "This? These are the clients I've been talking so I could get a good reference." "wHAT ABOUT THAT CALL 'HE'LL NOT BE HERE AT NIGHT" "IT WAS ABOUT TONIGHT YOUR ASSHOLE AND I WAS TALKING TO JADE TO HELP ME PUT THIS" and suddenly, everything makes sense. If he only had asked her early. His faces drop realising the mess he made, sitting on the floor he puts his hands over his face "Jay, I know it seemed really suspicious, but you could asked me first" She says more softly walking to him "I know you have trust issues, I should be more open to that" Jason starts to cry when she puts her hand in his hair "I'm sorry about punching you, I'll go get some ice" He start to sobs louder and shake "Babe c'mon, it's okay. It was just a fight okay? We're okay" he shakes his head negatively "No, we're not" he says between the sobs "We're not" Y/N lifts his face so he could stare at her. "I fucked the secretary over the bar's bathroom" Y/N let's her face drops in shock looking for words to say "I could say that I'm sorry but I can't even remember how it happened" She just kneels putting her hands over her face and looks for air so she could speak "Ho-How could you do this?" her whisper in a voice he knew it was disapointment "You-you could have talk to me Jason, you could just..." "I know, I fucking know" he screams holding his head still "Y/N, I'm impulsive. I followed you the entire day, I had been spying this house every single night making theories, I'm so sorry" he couldn't even face her, by only hearing her heavy breathing and shaken voice "Well, Todd..." her voice comes out softly again as she stand up "You were right. You're problematic... And congrats, you did it. I'm finally leaving you alone" He stands up way to fast, Jason never felted more desperate "Y/N please please" "GET OUT, JASON" she points to the door. This was it, there was nothing he could do. He was too dirty to talk to her, with Audrey's lipstick still in his body he was too dirty to stand up and saying anything. So he just left the house and heard the huge scream the girl gave bursting out in tears. Jason Todd did it again.

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inactivespnblog · 5 years ago

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Mrs. Butters: at your age i wouldn't think you'd want to celebrate your birthday

Their reactions!!! The way Jack laughs and smiles but then hides it when Dean looks at him!!

She makes a lot of smoothies for jack huh. And the fact that they make him so smiley and happy! Please just let him stay happy and don't let the smoothies be poisoned I am begging

Wait whats she doing?

Can we talk about how she rips a dudes head off and then asks all innocently if anyone wants cookies because that is hilarious.

Jack you are three years old do not use that kind of language. But also i don't really see the big deal? like she killed someone who was supposedly evil which i don't actually support irl but every character in this show does that? and if they like kill her instead of just being like "you can't do this and need to change" as if they haven't all done much worse things including hurting innocent people I will scream. like i love you jack but come on. Also jack literally killed people for the angels because he thought he was doing good right? Same thing. Don't kill her.

I love that sam is the one he automatically goes looking for. Like yes for that father-son relationship.

Okay I'm not anti saileen but like isn't she still being controlled by Chuck??? Did I miss something?

"Heavy on the something" shut up Dean, you're brother is asexual. (Yes this is just a headcanon but it's what popped in my head as I watched that.)

She fixed up all the cars! I love that! Like I get that the impala is a big part of the show but they have so many cars they hardly use at all and I hate it.

"You should be nicer to your brother" "Now why would I do that?" Does that not just describe the entire show?

Also she fixed the tv in the Dean cave lol. I love the Scoobynatural reference but also it makes me think about how we were robbed of Jack being in that episode, getting to visit the Scooby Doo world with them like he should've been able to.

"Nazis are hardly men" very true but also don't be mean to Jack. I am begging you to let him be happy.

"They should be scared of you." "I would never hurt them!" "You have before, haven't you?" Very much not his fault. Shut up shut up shut up. He looks so sad don't do this.

"Have you ever thought that Sam and Dean keep you here closed in secure because they're scared you'll do to someone else what you did to their mother?" He looks so sad stop. But also can we talk about his expressions throughout this whole scene?

Like he's breaking my heart.

NO! DON'T HURT HIM!

"What are you doing?" "What I've always done. I'm protecting my family." Lady you have known them for like five minutes. He's their family. Back off.

I love his little "don't" and his eyes glowing again like I've missed that and him using his powers. I know it didn't work but still.

I was right about the smoothies! Man, I really wanted to be wrong about that.

He looks so sad when she says the smoothies weren't for his health. I can't.

"Why?" "To make the bunker safe again. to get rid of all the monsters." He is not a monster!!! but also that makes me wonder what she would do if Cas was also there? and what about sam's demon blood past, what about the powers that i will insist until i die he still has buried deep down? but even if not, wouldn't his past strike a chord with her? What about when dean was a literal demon?

"Eat up dear. You'll need your strength so we can go kill Jack." Wow i thought she was gonna keep that a secret but she full on acts like its casual.

Dean's expressions my god. but also, i thought only an archangel blade would be able to kill jack and an archangel has to be the one doing it, with the obvious exception of god being able to kill him. why would she be able to kill him? I'm very confused but also a little worried because I'm sure he won't die in this episode but before I was just assuming she literally ocouldn't kill him. also I'm so sad because jack liked her and was happy and he's been betrayed again. he doesn't deserve this

"You and sam don't need to be afraid anymore. I will not let what happened to the others happen to you." I mean like I still feel like she could absolutely be redeemed and taught to be better. Sam and Dean used to kill every supernatural thing they could find regardless of if they were bad or not.

Dean's "damn it" is just really funny to me

The way he smiles and takes the knife and she just smiles back at him my god. That's hilarious.

"He is a monster. He killed your mother for heaven's sake!" "Yeah, that's uh... tell you what we're gonna do. We'll go downstairs, we'll let jack go, and forget this ever happened." Man i'm actually really happy with Dean in this episode. I mean I still don't like him overall but he's being so nice about Jack in this episode and it makes me really happy to see him even semi standing up for Jack.

I know she's talking about it in a completely different way but generally speaking, hoping for better from Dean never works out Mrs. Butters.

"Obviously, he's infected you, just like the serpent in the garden, just like his father" SHUT UP LADY. Jack is not his father!

She gave sam a curfew???

So do we not get any details on his date? Really?

Also if this lady thinks Sam is gonna be the one to sympathize with her and agree with what she's saying/doing out of the brothers, she hasn't been paying attention. Dean would definitely be the one to more quickly turn on jack. Sam loves Jack like a son, don't you dare try to turn him against Jack.

"Well I have some good news and some bad news"??? Literally what is the good news here?

I hate that they just skipped over her explanation because I think her explanations are hilarious but also how dare she lie to him! I mean I guess she may not think she's lying but still. I swear to God the spn writers better not make Sam believe this.

"And they're both downstairs right now, ready to be killed by us?" "You always were the smart one, yes." I mean, yeah, he is. But she's not if she really thinks he's gonna go along with that.

To be continued in another reblog.

Supernatural 15x14 (Last Holiday) Thoughts

Ugh they really wanted to hit me with that "please forgive me" scene in the recap huh

This was just really funny to me, especially the way Sam says "it was in the 50s." Like the sass.

Please tell me they aren't going to use jack being in his room as an excuse to not really have him in the episode! I need to see him

Don't have to kill Amara too if Jack becomes new god, I'm just saying.

"Then we do what we gotta do" aw you gonna kill your girlfriend dean? (I just had to say that because that was the dumbest storyline)

"Dude, we fought the devil, I've killed Hitler, I think we can handle a few pipes" and sam's face after he says that is highly doubtful

Dean just pressing the button while Sam tries to tell him not to really just describes the whole show doesn't it?

Of course Dean would have Scooby doo boxers, like is anyone surprised?

"Language!" "That's it, I'm getting my gun" of course that would be his reaction

"But they were my boys. My family" "well that's very progressive" what is that even supposed to mean dean?

The sad look on her face when Dean says she can leave. I feel bad for her!

A mood

Abaddon did not actually kill all of the men of letters though? Sam and dean killed a bunch of them, though they were the british men of letters and not the ones she considers family. i don't know, just interesting to me.

Oh she's crying i feel so bad for her.

"What about jack?" love sam caring about his son

When jack showed up on screen, I literally squeeled his name and I just want you all to know how excited it made me.

He looks so sad dont hurt me like this

"She's making cookies, snickerdoodles. so if you want some..." i love how that's the first time Jack really looks at the door. Food is the only thing that can get this boys attention, huh? But then he just goes back to looking sad and it hurts me so much! Let this boy be happy!!!

"Do you think it's a good idea having her around?" "I mean we do have the son of satan living down the hall." true true but also dean, you were pretty hesitant about that.

Wow, they're becoming self aware. Who knew they were capable? But also, that's a bit hypocritical of you there Sam. Still love you though.

"Feels like Jack is hiding something." Please make that not true. i just want them to have a good relationship and be happy.

I love her so much for caring about Jack and trying to make him happy and making him a sandwhich like give Jack support please he needs it.

Okay but like those vampires weren't shown doing anything evil before sam and dean walked in so how do we know they were actually evil??? I'm not sure that not investigating is a good thing since it could lead to killing monsters that aren't actually doing anything wrong??? like are we going back to the early season mentality of just killing first? because i'm not a fan

Oh, she's doing christmas i love her. The decorations are so pretty

"Merry christmas!" Okay I never want this lady to go away. I'm sure it'll go bad and she'll be gone but i really do not want that. Her little dancing is great

"We are so keeping her" apparently neither does dean

Dean looks so happy and he's being so tolerable in this episode. I am shocked and confused

Just Sam's face, my god.

"Enjoy the world you're fighting for" someone needed so say it

Jack walks in and I get all excited and happy again, but ms. wood nympth seems to disagree by the tone of "this is jack?" please no but also his adorable wave makes me so happy. he's such a baby

"What are you?" Depressed, now leave him alone

"He's a millennial. Don't let that throw you. He's a good kid" i mean i still dont like dean but i love the supporting jack in this episode!!! But also jack is not a millennial? he's three years old. He was born in like 2017???

I love jacks smile when she gives him a smoothie but also am I the only one worried that the smoothies are poisoned? Like the writers don't let this child catch a break and with the way she was acting before I wouldn't be surprised.

Their faces when she tells Dean he can't have a smoothie and gives him tomato juice!!! I love it! Especially Sam and Jack's reactions

Why are sam and deans rooms so far apart? I mean like good for sam but why?

"Should i come or?" I love him he's so cute

How happy he is when he drinks his smoothie makes me so happy

Man she's gonna hurt jack isn't she? Please no.

"The only family I've ever really had is Sam, Dean, Cas, and... Mary" "Mary?" aw he looks sad again. poor baby

"Mary was Sam and Dean's mom and my um... she was a good friend." Wouldn't it have been great if he said grandmother? Also why didnt she asks about Cas?

"She sounds lovely. "She was but um i killed her." "Oh" lmao i can't just out of context that's just hilarious

"We all do things we regret, but life gives us second chances, and it is our obligation to hold onto them." Please don't let her hurt Jack! This is such a cute relationship so far. Let them be friends please I am begging. Jack needs more people to care about him

"Would you like another smoothie?" jack's fucking smile. I love him so much.

Jack looks so happy in this montage with his family!! Please spn i am begging you not to ruin this

Jack's halloween shirt is so cute! And I love that they're carving pumpkins! I wish Jack could have a Halloween where he went out and got to trick or treat with his dad's though.

I love sam smiling over at jack being happy but also don't let your three year old drink alcohol Sam like use some common sense dude

Sam has thor's hammer! I'm in love with this episode

I love that they had a birthday party for Sam! And Jack's adorable clapping makes me so happy!!!

To be continued with reblogs because Tumblr won't let me have more gifs.

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