#I had a whole folder on my phone of just 100 pictures of him but I lost it when I had to get a new phone 😭

[chronicbeans]

Characters who want to create a perfect reality in order to make me happy, my beloved.

[eu0n1a]

Pls I need more of yandere Izuku!!! I BEG OF YOU!!!! I 100% believe he is stalker material and would have that wall of pictures of you.

yandere prohero izuku breaking into your home (+more Stalking details)

your relationship seemed normal to you, he's your childhood best friend. after graduating UA and quickly rising to the top. you never escaped his mind. he misses you SO MUCH!

i mean you two have spent practically your whole lives together, and now what? nothing? he's so busy now, beating villains bloody, attending national TV interviews. if it's not the work then it's the media not giving him space to breathe. and you barely have time with all the pile of work your professors give you.

he would try his best to maintain contact with you. but everytime the messages would be hours apart. he felt you fading away and it upset him. he hasn't seen you in so long.

so he decides to visit you. issue is during his visit ...

he knows it's late at night. but something caught his eye. around the small space between the curtains and he saw YOU!

"gosh you're so cute," he thinks with heart eyes.

deciding to let himself in.

"best friends let themselves into eachother's houses, right?"

"i just want to turn off the TV, i'm doing her a favor."

taking advantage of the fact it's 3AM. passing through the white picket fence. in your backyard he opened the back door you forget to lock. Japan is one of the safest countries in the world. why lock it?

because of him. you'll learn soon.

exploring your house first, particularly your bedroom. rationalizing it by saying, "their birthday is coming up. maybe i'll find out what she likes."

of course he rationalizes every odd thing he does.

sniffing the pillows, a soft smile, whispering to himself, "mm strawberry shampoo" total lovesick idiot.

by the time, he finished learning things about you, he got to the living room. The TV radiating light on your face, everything else dark.

today was his first picture, his heart beating rapidly as he took it. gosh, how much he wanted to kiss you, hold you. you always lingered on his mind and he hates himself. hates himself for not confessing his love to you back in UA.

you could have been his. his honey, his lover. someone to dote on, someone to love, he hated how he wasn't able to caress your cheek.

but for now he had to return back home.

creating fake social media accounts. thank goodness you didn't have a private account. saving all your pictures, visiting your page whenever he could.

screenshotting pictures, making deep dives on the surroundings. who's that? he's searching up everything about the people around you in those pictures.

but he wouldn't talk to you, no. he needs to make sure he has all his facts straight about you. needs to make your reunion perfect.

instead he took pictures, videos. his phone had a whole folder dedicated to them. it was private, labeled as 'documents'. even bought a usb to upload it to his personal laptop.

pictures of you out on a walk, at a club, at home. he would dedicate his time simply staring, excusing it as "she's changed so much, i need to learn more about her".

it turned into something he couldn't help. secretly following her because 'a quirkless person must be protected. nothing will happen to them on my watch.'

familiarizing himself with you again as he opens one of his drawers. notebooks upon notebooks, all about you, from elementary to his UA years. reading through them either to give himself a good laugh or reminisce the past.

opening up a new notebook for a new era. once the pen hits the paper, he writes quickly, whispering gibberish at a rapid pace only he could understand.

(thx 4 the ask, I've literally never had one before💗)

[my-own-walker]

dating frat! kyle headcanons please?? ily 💕💕

Dating Kyle Spencer - Campus Fratboy Headcanons

note: i love this! it's a lil quickie i can put out before i post my next story!

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He's really affectionate in public. Especially around his frat brothers. He treats you like his prized possession, but not in a toxic manipulative way. He's just really proud he bagged a babe like you.

And by showing you off, I definitely mean he tries to make his frat bros jealous of what he has with you. He talks you up to them and tells them how cool you are (your achievements, things he likes about you).

In private he's even sweeter. Very vulnerable with his emotions. He comes right out and says what he's feeling no matter what.

He will open up to you about anything. Fights/arguments are typically very productive. He's a good communicator and lays his thoughts out on the table for you.

Not afraid to cry in front of you either. He isn't afraid to curl up into a ball on your lap and sob into the crook of your neck. But he's also very supportive of your emotions too. Will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Total softie.

Frequently buys you flowers/food/trinkets he thinks you'd like whenever he gets the chance. Always thinking of you. He remembers the small things, too.

You said you were out of your moisturizer last night? He shows up with it the next day, correct brand and all, because he knew you had class and would be too busy to get to the store.

Definitely is already planning your wedding. Like who will be there, where it will be, the whole nine. He's a commitment king. He doesn't do flings. When he's dating you he's in it for the long haul.

100% has the worst sex playlist on Earth. Like he made one, which is cute, but it's all 80s yacht rock and classic rock he was raised on.

Fav songs include: Hold The Line by Toto, Goodbye Stranger by Supertramp, Do Ya by Electric Light Orchestra, and I'm Still Standing by Elton John.

Total uncle vibes. He's a 20-year-old uncle. Makes dad jokes and is super corny. If you're in a store together and a song he likes starts playing, he will full-on start singing and dancing to it in an attempt to make you laugh.

Like he will twirl you and everything.

A total people-pleaser. You have to have multiple stern talks with him about doing whatever his frat brothers ask him to do. He just wants to fit in, but you see their tendency to walk all over him and take advantage of his kindness.

That being said, he is totally cool with making a fool of himself in public. He laughs at himself a lot.

He's really book-smart, but not always street-smart. Common sense sometimes evades him. He'll tutor you in biology but then forget to use oven mitts when pulling something hot out of the oven.

Very intimate in more ways than sex. It isn't a top priority for him. He is very touch-oriented. Every part of him wants to be touching you at all times. He would live him your clothes if he could.

He's big on neck kisses. They're his weakness.

Whenever you hold hands he makes a point to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. When you cuddle, he's playing with your hair. When you're studying together, his arm is around you, or his hand is on your forearm.

Big on eye contact. He likes to look into your eyes during intimate moments. It helps him feel grounded/stay connected to you. Gives him a sense of control.

He is super helpful. Will always carry heavy things for you. Built the Ikea bookshelf in your apartment for you all by himself. When he's around your family, he helps with cooking, cleaning, whatever.

Makes a point to sit next to your grandmother/grandfather. Really respects his elders. Has genuine conversations with them and is super patient. Truly listens to their life stories.

Has a folder in his phone of pictures of you. He's always taking candid shots of you. He likes the non-posed photos just as much as the posed ones.

Don't even get me started on the selfies. He will send you 5 million silly selfies when he's bored. Whenever you hang out he's taking dumb selfies with you. Basically, he figured out his phone had a front camera and has been entertained by it ever since.

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I HAVE SO MANY MORE SO LMK IF YOU WANT A PT 2 OR ANOTHER CHARACTER!!! THESE ARE FUN

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 567, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1139

@SammiXxXHeart, attentions all my slutty lovelies! I will be taking an undisclosed hiatus to tend to some stuff in my personal life. So if you message me, please do not be alarmed when I do not respond- I haven’t been killed by an impressive dick! I will be logged out of all my socials for the time being.

So as always-

Stay slutty, my lovelies!

#Hiatus #Lifeislife #Dicksareagirlsbestfriend #LaceandLeather #Imgoingonbreak #PSA

@bigdickeddaddy, take care! I will miss seeing those gorgeous jugs of yours popping up on my screen!

@<3pussy, I look forward to hearing back from you!

@memememama, so when can I see that pretty pussy of yours again?

I frowned at the line of perverted comments following Sammi’s latest post to her Instagram, but I had to remind myself that she is a big girl who can take care of herself just fine on her own.

“She’s been managing just fine since I met Peter,” I muttered, looking up from my cell phone as Peter appeared in the doorway to our marital bedroom, cradling all of the babies- little girl, Baby Tommy, Baby Kit, Baby Eve and the Ratajczyk triplets in his arms. I quickly snapped a picture of my husband emitting 100% pure raw manliness from out of every pore.

In the meantime, Sammi had also logged into her online medical portal and updated her emergency contact information- from Mary Claire Bradley to Mary Claire Ratajczyk and added Peter Thomas Ratajczyk as a secondary contact. She had also confessed to me that she felt like she was going through a painful withdrawal from her past lifestyle of sex.

“I feel really weird,” she confessed to me as we both were watching the kids frolicking around in the backyard, Mittens supervising her furless kittens from Sammi’s lap. “It’s like that itch I would get that would tell me oh I need sex right now, but I don’t want sex right now. Does that make any sense at all?”

The backdoor opened and Daisy came out, making a spot by her patch of artificial grass to do her doggy business as Peter came over with a folder of paperwork.

“Sammi? The paperwork for Baby Noah’s custody agreement had arrived,” he told her. “I also had your mail rerouted to our PO box to make it easier for the family.”

“Okay, thanks,” she grinned up at him, accepting the mail that he handed her, sorting through everything with a quiet mutter.

“I’ll be in my office whenever you’re ready to come up and we’ll go through the paperwork together,” he offered, waiting for her as I lift Mittens off from her lap and she trudged off inside.

In the meantime, I returned my attention back to where Elizabeth and Katie were tossing leaves onto the babies, the entire gaggle of kids smiling and laughing the whole while.

“Look at your kittens play!” I told Mittens, giggling as Primrose spilled out from the house and made a mad scramble towards the kids, squealing loudly with happiness and joy the whole while. Baby Tommy picked up the skunklet, bringing her in for a quick cuddle before tossing her six inches into the leaf pile. Primrose popped out and went back over to the chubby little man in search of more.

Primrose bound up to little girl, sniffling at her shoes and squeaking. She giggled as she crouched down to pet the adorable spunky little skunk. Baby Noah toddled up next to little girl and tried to copy her stance only to fall backwards with a little cry.

Mittens jumped up off from my lap and was at the little almost two year old man side in a fraction of a second, pressing herself up to his fallen form, purring madly as she comforted him.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

Baby Noah giggled as he reached out to gently tickle her between her ears, babbling quietly as he did so.

“Goo’ kitty,” he giggled as the motherly cat pressed herself in closer to the little man. “Goo’ kitty Middens!”

MEOW Mittens said, looking like she was in a blissful kitty heaven as the one and a half year old

In the meantime, Katie and Elizabeth were both setting the field for a game of flag football- Elizabeth, Baby Tommy and Baby Noah verses Katie, little girl and Mittens.

“Is that really fair?” I called out as the kids positioned themselves.

“Yup, seems pretty fair to me!” Katie shrugged before starting the game. “Blue jay, blue jay, hut hut!”

I only chuckled as the game started- sure enough, Mittens played well. She would spring onto Elizabeth’s chest and cause the babies to fall over and gently divert Baby Tommy and Baby Noah, all the while purring almost nonstop.

I did my mommy duty and cheered for the kids- I had no preferred teams, nor did I have any favorited players. They were all my kids, whether biologically related or not.

I was laughing at little girl, who had let out a feral scream before headbutting Baby Tommy, pushing Baby Noah down into the group before stealing the football from big sister Elizabeth Drew Ratajczyk’s hands and streaking across the backyard with the ball clenched in her little girl paws, cackling wildly much like a Halloween witch.

“Little girl! Are you playing nice?” I chided her, my laughter coming out silent with Mittens spray up out of nowhere and knocked the roughhousing four year old over. “Mittens!”

The cat paused to lick at her paw, looking up at me with cattish eyes.

MEOW

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@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c01a

[moonhoures]

Ah yes coming at you as I cry because my mom got mad at me for a dumb reason and I’m here to dump how my brain is coping🥲

Soft boyfriend Enha moments

Heeseung would without a doubt be the boyfriend to constantly take pictures of you… he’s got a whole private folder on his phone of those candid little moments… and he loves setting them as him lockscreen and Home Screen… just always having a piece of you with him🥺

Jay would be the boyfriend that would have an item on him at all times that belongs to you… I see him always having your scrunchy or a piece of jewelry on him ALL the time… he just adores how it makes him feel closer to you… and he loves having that piece of you with him… he’s always messing wit whatever it is… it makes him feel like you’re right there with him

Jake would be the boyfriend that is always talking to you… either it be on the phone during the day… or sending you stupid memes at 2am when you both should be asleep… everything that happens the first thought he has is he wants to tell you about it… and two seconds later that is exactly what he is doing

Sunghoon would be the boyfriend that can pick up on your moods like no one else can… like you wouldn’t have even seen him that day… but he shows up at your door, unannounced, a bag of your fav takeout in hand saying “I had a feeling you were upset so I brought your fav”… like you can’t convince me that’s not him… he always knows what’s running through your head… a single glance and he just knows

Sunoo is the boyfriend that wants to do everything with you… like he 100% has a note on his phone where he jots down different things he thinks of for date ideas… like he wants to do everything with you by his side… he’s always got the cutest date ideas and it’s literally because anytime he hears anyone mention anything his first thought is how he want to do it with you… and he will automatically add it to the list…

Jungwon is the boyfriend that will always have something for you… very much gift giving love language… like it could be as small as a button that came off of one of his shirts… but he immediately thinks of you… and the next day he’s got it strung on a string and is leaving it on your nightstand… no matter where he goes he always comes back with something for you… he wants you to know that wherever he is he is always thinking of you(I’m sorry I read a one shot that had the button thing in it and I just couldn’t help but see him🥺)

Niki is the boyfriend that would let you play games with him… like I know too many boys his age that would never… but like… he would love it if you tried to play with him… even if it was awful he couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he watches you fumble with the controller… he can’t hold back his heart eyes when you jump out of your seat when you finally beat a level… he just loves the fact that you want to do something he loves with him… it makes all feel all fluffy🥺

~

So yeah there you go…🥲

~Kenah🦕

pleaseeeee kenah these all made me so soft 🥺 especially the jungwon and heeseung ones :(( i’m a big gift giving love language kinda girly so i can’t help but imagine me and jungwon constantly giving things to each other lol so cute <33

and i’m sorry your mom got made at you, i’m not sure of the situation but hopefully it doesn’t affect you too negatively :(

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Ya know, I truly hope Miss Renesmee Carlie Cullen fully dedicates herself to just....being as out there and iconic as possible

first things first- ANYTHING with the loch ness monster on it, she owns. Posters, shirts, jackets, shoes, folders, buttons, iron-ons, there is always at least 5 pieces of Nessie merch on her at all times

once she gets old enough to start high school, the cover story is her and Edward are siblings that Carlisle and Esme took in, and sometimes her classmates will ask her what her biological parents were like and she will flat out be like 'oh, they're vampires' and Edward and Bella are like. 5 feet away trying not to scream

every Halloween she'll show up to school in an elaborate Nosferatu costume

goes out of her way to photobomb people in increasingly ridiculous ways so there will Always be a photographic record of her and in like 100 years she can get a huge kick out of teens on the internet trying to make a conspiracy about her

joins as many school clubs as she can, even if she has no interest in them- she just Really wants a concrete record of herself to exist lmao

ICONIC at school theater though. One of those demon theater kids that come to rehearsal purely to cause chaos and nothing else, but her voice is incredible so she secures every lead. One time she somehow managed to star in a show while also playing in the school band for it- her classmates still have no idea how she pulled it off

Always brings blood out in public in a CLEAR THERMOS and it stresses her family out so much but everyone else thinks she's just like, weirdly into tomato juice so the Cullens can't stop her

to everyone's surprise...her biggest chaos enabler is Jasper lmao. everyone thought he'd be a logical, responsible uncle but they're just. A Problem together. He'll 100% assist her in any prank she wants to pull, he gets her fake id's when she wants to sneak into a club with friends, he bails her out of jail without telling her parents, they figured out if she gets high and he reads her feelings he'll get high too and it's. So fucking funny.

she's always carrying some random instrument around school- like for a while it's a guitar or a harmonica, fine, but then she'll start lugging a cello around, a tuba (she doesn't even play, she stole it off a guy who was annoying her) and it escalates until one day she's wheeling a piano around the building. no one's even sure how she got in in the doors of the school. She keeps running kids over in the hallway with it

You know the Catherine Tate Lauren Cooper skit with David Tennant? Where she's being a terrible student and then perfectly recites Shakespeare? 100% Nessie

when she starts getting dates Jacob keeps trying to wing man and be over supportive and give her a ton of girl advice and it's embarrassing as hell so one day when he was on a spiel about How To Woo A Lady she looks him in the eyes and goes 'oh really? did that work on my mom?' and the Cullens fucking LOSE IT. Jacob had to go live in the woods for a few days because he couldn't cope

Emmet and Jasper: arrive to school in their jeep. Rose and Alice: arrive in a convertible. Edward: arrives in his dumb volvo. Bella and Jake: arrive to school on motorcycles. Nessie: arrives to school on a unicycle while juggling

one year she ended up getting nominated for prom queen and Edward read the minds of the teachers tallying the votes so he knew she won and he and Bella were so excited!! they're like we're gonna take so many pictures of our baby looking like a princess! And then she emerges from her room, actually drenched in pigs blood. Like she just did it to herself and went to the dance and accepted her crown like that

she regularly commits crimes against fashion. If she comes out of her room and sees Alice contemplating turning herself over to the Volturi, she KNOWS she's picked a great look

somehow gets ahold of Aro's cell number and sends him selfies of her blatantly breaking vampire laws captioned 'whatcha gonna do'. he keeps blocking her but she keeps managing to get through to him somehow

she illegally sells soda out of her locker and does people's homework for cash, while also paying other people to do her homework for her. she organizes every single senior prank. she's never gotten a detention in her whole immortal life because every teacher just Adores her for some reason

had 100% used her powers for deserved evil before. Like, if someone's being a dick at school, she'll sneak into their room at night and give them nightmarea threatening them to be a better person lol

sometimes she'll show up at the hospital unannounced and ask Carlisle, in front of his coworkers, 'yo can I raid the blood bank?'

her bedroom looks like a library. every wall, floor to ceiling books.

she's been publishing trashy romance novels under a fake name for almost 40 years now and no one in her family knows

one birthday Jacob takes her on a trip to vegas and they get wasted, at some point they were laughing about how ridiculous their lives are and they're like 'wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if we had a baby'. they then black out, hangover style, and wake up like a week later with a payment on her card to a fertility clinic. Jacob's like 😱 and Ness is just like 'you get to be the one to explain this to my parents'

Their kid is absolutely hilarious, they were correct, and at some point they realized 'wait...drinks blood..doesn't sparkle...can shape shift...we've somehow created a classic pop culture vampire' lmao

Edward had to threaten them to get them to not name the kid Vladimir

Also to be clear: Nessie and Jacob have the EXACT same dynamic as Will and Grace. that's canon.

says its her goal to star in a live action all female production of mamma mia and Carlisle is like 'honey you know you can't do anything on broadway or in hollywood' and she's like, 'no, in real life. I'm gonna go to greece and attract a bunch of women with abba songs' and he's like,,,,,ah

she loves all music but she goes out of her way to Only play stuff she knows Edward hates lmao

one day she remembers she doesn't need to breathe and can see under water and just. books herself a ticket to scotland and Finds The Loch Ness Monster

she actually personally finds a lot of monsters and cryptids like her hybrid aura just attracts all kind of weird shit and she LOVES it. She stops writing trashy romance novels and starts writing autobiographies of her traveling and hanging out with paranormal beings and everyone just assumes its fiction so she becomes a best selling fantasy author lmao

100% she's very into witchy stuff and only like...half in a trendy way. She's like what if on top of everything I've got going on I can cast spells? Think I deserve that power

when she's a couple decades old she catches Edward looking grossed out one day and she asks him what's up and he's like 'I really dont need to hear what creepy teachers think about my daughter' and she's like. oh. Dad we are gonna get SO MANY pedophiles arrested shdndjdn she gets him to expose teachers and she baits them then calls the police. queen.

She finds out she can get tattoos but they fade completely out of her skin within 5 years so she's always getting crazy tats

posts selfies on social media of her just like. hanging out with mountain lions or chilling on top of the space needle. her classmates think they're all photoshopped obvi but it drives her family insane

imagine you're 15 and you're on a nice hike in the woods and you come across your one classmate half naked, sacrificing a bear in some ritual, blood dripping down her face, bigfoot chilling on the rocks behind her filming the ritual on her phone...like on one hand, what would you do, but on the other hand. you've known this girl for a bit and you aren't surprised at all

anyway. stan Nessie Cullen.

[veenxys]

Hawks is the type to take advantage of any moment you leave your phone unsupervised, he takes hundreds of pictures and record videos and eats up your whole storage with his face, aND if he has your password he’d definitely change your lock screen to his face

YES THIS IS 100% HIM!1!!1! he’salso the type that would send you 5890298 pictures and videos of literally everything he’s doing. . and i also think that if he had your cell phone password he’d create a photo folder named “love of my life 😍💅🏼” with just his photos and there would be so many photos that you would lose count 😭

[my-emotional-self]

Sinful Love - Chapter 1

Moodboard by the beautiful @princess-evans-addict​

Pairings: Prisoner!Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Steve has lots of naughty thoughts, talk of murder, blood

Summary:  Gemma, a quiet and meek crime writer from a small town in Massachusetts, interviews murderer Steve Rogers in prison for a memoir.  Will things go terribly wrong, or beautifully right?

Authors Note: Credit for this fanfic goes 100% to punk-in-docs as this is is based off her Prisoner!Kylo Ren “Sinnerman”.  You can find her on Tumblr at punk-in-docs or on A03 - Punk_in_Docs .  I HIGHLY suggest taking a look at her stories as she is a beautiful writer!!!

P.S.  I am currently NOT doing a tag list at the moment so I am sorry about that. 

 She was cold; that much was for sure.  Gemma bounced her leg up and down as she was sat in the cold metal chair, waiting for her name to be called.  Her emerald green eyes scanned her surroundings as she pulled her ratty old cardigan closer to her body.  

Her eyes landed on the sign in front of her: Souza-Baranowski Correctional Center. Yes, she was sitting in the waiting room of a prison.  

This was her job, as a crime writer with her publishing firm.  She didn’t mind it.  She loved hearing how inmates have turned their lives around for the better and she still even wrote to some of the inmates she had interviewed in the past.

Gemma Peterson was someone that people didn’t really give a second glance to; and she liked it that way. Ever since she was as young as she could remember, she was always told by her mother and grandmother what a dreamer she was; how her creativity would get her somewhere one day.  And yet here she was, sitting in a prison and waiting to interview a murderer.  

She really couldn’t complain however as she loved her job.  She knew she wanted to be a writer her whole life; that’s what she got for growing up in the smaller community a half hour away from Boston, Massachusetts. It was well known for its literary history.  

As she continued to wait, her right hand came up to grip the locket around her neck; closing her eyes and thinking of her grandmother and mother.  She had never known her father as he was never a part of her life. “Wish me luck today,” she spoke under her breath, knowing her grandma and mom were always with her.  Her mother unfortunately passed away before her 17th birthday: a horrible car accident took her away from you.  

Gemma’s mother was her world and was always there for her.  After her untimely death, her grandmother picked up the pieces and helped her get through everything.  

“Peterson!  You’re up!” Her thoughts were pulled from her when she heard her name being called.  Looking up, she saw a short and round man with sweat stains under his armpits waiting for her near a door.  She knew it was the resident Psychiatrist, Dr. Kauffman,  with whom she talked to on the phone earlier in the week.  

Quickly standing up, she gathered her satchel which held her notebook, along with the prison inmate file on Steve Rogers, and briskly walked over to the man.  

He looked her up and down then shook his head.  “They are going to eat you alive kid,” he spoke with a shake of his head before turning away from her and walking down the long and narrow hall.  

Gemma scrunched her brows and looked down at her outfit.  She made sure to dress accordingly with what the psychiatrist said. She was wearing a knee length black dress and a green cardigan to cover her exposed arms; her hair was neatly tucked back into a ponytail and she wasn’t wearing any makeup.  A pair of black converse on her feet.  But her eyes widened when she realized she put perfume on that morning.  Silently, she scolded herself as the man in front of her walked through another set of doors and took a sharp turn to the left.  

Taking deep breaths, Gemma kept up pace with the doctor in front of her as they now reached the official area where the inmates were locked up.  

“Hey sexy bitch!” A man growled from her right.  “Get your sexy ass over her and let me take a good look at you!”  

Glancing to her right, she saw a tall man, at least six foot five with his hands clenched around the steel bars; his smile wide, showing off his yellow teeth.  

There was a guard walking behind you and he took his baton, smacking it against the steel bars, effectively shutting the inmate up.

After a few more twists and turns, Dr. Kauffman leads Gemma into what looks like the visitor room. There are rows of metal tables and chairs; the tables having locks in the middle of them so the prisoners can be chained down with their handcuffs.  

“Take a seat,” Dr. Kauffman states as he points to one of the tables.  The room was large, but there was nobody else there.  It was cold, cooler than the previous room she was waiting in and it smelt musty.  

Dr. Kauffman took a seat at the opposite side of the table as her, clasping his hands together.  “Look, I know you’re here to interview Rogers, but don’t be surprised if you don’t get any information out of him,” he stated. Gemma furrowed her brows in curiosity to what he said.  “There have been dozens of interviewers here over the years and Rogers doesn’t particularly care to give any kind of information to them.”  He got up from his seat, placing his hands on the table and leaning towards her. “And just so you know, this is the first time he has seen a woman in three years.”

Gemma gulped, but her throat was so dry, it didn’t do anything.  Why was she so nervous all of a sudden?  This was her job; she’s interviewed hundreds of people over the last handful of years, but she had never been quite this nervous before.  

“Are you wearing perfume?” Dr. Kauffman asked as he stood away, folding his arms over his chest.

Gemma blushed, nodding her head.  “Sorry. It’s a habit.  I’ll remember for next time.  Promise.”

Dr. Kauffman walked towards the steel beamed doors where there were two prisons guards waiting.  

As Gemma waited for him to grab Steve Rogers, she placed her notebook and inmate file in front of her on the table.  Opening the file, she still couldn’t believe that there was no picture of the inmate. When she had asked her boss about it, he merely shrugged.  She had the file for almost a week and had memorized everything inside of it.  

She read over the questions she had written in front of her as she waiting; her hands palms starting to sweat as her heart began to beat rapidly inside of her chest; anxiety and fear creeping over her.  

“You need to behave yourself and be nice Rogers,” one of the guards spoke.  

Another voice broke through Gemma’s thoughts; one of the sexiest voices she had ever heard. Looking up from her papers in front of her, she saw a tall, well built man, clad in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles locked together with cuffs, entering the expansive room.  

He scoffed at the guard, a sly smile on his face.  “I don’t play well with others and you know that.”

Her heart nearly dropped to her stomach at the sight of him.  He had to be close to six feet tall.  His hair was a dark blonde, almost brunette and was longer at the top of his head while the sides were shorter.  His hair was combed backwards and he had a thick yet trimmed beard resting on his face.

The guard brought him closer to Gemma, stopping just in front of her.  He pulled the chair out for Steve to sit in and cuffed him to the table.  

“We’ll be just outside the door, so no funny business Rogers,” the guard spoke, pulling at his cuffs to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.  

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Steve bit back sarcastically.  

It took a moment for Steve to look over at Gemma and when she did, she wanted to simultaneously shrink down in her seat from her glare, yet get lost in his eyes forever.  They were the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life and she was mesmerized by them.  

Steve cleared his throat, making Gemma startle in her seat.   She tore her gaze from his eyes and noticed he had tattoos peeking out of the neck of his jumpsuit.  As she trailed her view from his neck, she also realized he had more black ink sticking out of sleeves of his orange garb and to his hands; wondering if his entire body was covered in the ink.  

Steve couldn’t help but take notice of the smaller woman sitting in front of him.  She was a mousy little thing, yet he could tell she was curvy underneath that drab old cardigan she was wearing.  Fuck, Steve hadn’t seen a woman in over three years and he wasn’t disappointed in this little Kitten sitting here.  He couldn’t help but notice when he startled her earlier, scaring her; it made his dick throb.

She wet her lips, grasping her notebook in her hands and looking over her questions yet again.  

Steve began to feel his temper rise under his skin, waiting for this little Kitten to speak.  Hell, at this point, he was beginning to think she was a damn mute.  

Gemma took a sip of water from her water bottle that was stashed away in her satchel; getting comfortable in her chair.  “Umm, I just wanted to say thank you for agreeing to meet and speak with me Mr. Rogers,” she spoke, her voice awfully quiet.  

His eyes narrowed at her as he leaned back in his chair, arms folding across his chest.  “Yeah yeah.  Let’s just get this over with.  I’m missing my yard time today for some journalist here.”

Gemma shuffles anxiously in her chair.  “Well, I’m not a journalist Mr. Rogers.  My name is Gemma Peterson and I’m a writer actually.  I work for a small publishing firm and they are interested in your story as a lifer in this prison.  They are actually doing a series on inmates and their personal memoirs and it will be published into a book of….”

Steve scoffed, cutting you off.  “Writer or journalist, you’re all the same. There’s no difference,” he mutters under his breath.  His eyes glance down to the manila folder that held his inmate information.  “From the looks of it, you’ve already read everything about me so you should know how I feel about journalists hounding me for questions about my life before prison and now.”  His voice was warning, yet a deep purr.  He leaned against the table, closer to Gemma, eyes pinning under his dark gaze.  

There was something about the fear that was ignited in Gemma, which also turned her on.  His eyes were piercing deep into her soul, mesmerized, yet terrified at the same time.  

Steve fought the urge to moan at the way she bit her lower lip, as if to stop herself from trembling; his cock jumping for attention under his orange jumpsuit.  She was modest, submissive even and he had to stop thinking dark thoughts about his hand around her throat as he fucked her raw.  When he was told about this interview, he assumed it would have been a balding fat man, not a shapely appetizing young woman.  

He was leaned over the table, as close as he could possible lean and inhaled deeply.  His nostrils were met with the most wondrous smell; some sort of flower he couldn’t quite figure out, but he wanted more of it.  He thanked whatever higher power out there for her perfume, her scent; it was a good distraction for his shitty fucking life in prison.  

Gemma took a shuddering breath as Steve leaned closer to her over the table; her eyes on his large hands clasped together.  

“Well go on then.  Ask your damn questions,” Steve urged, a hint of playfulness in his warning tone, making Gemma’s mind swirl with confusion.

“Umm, what..what more can you tell me about your conviction and what was it like?” She slowly glances back up at Steve, immediately regretting it.  His jaw was tight, tense.  

“Lengthy and tedious,” came Steve’s stiff answer.  

“And what about the trial?” she asks softly.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he glances down at his file and back up to her.  “Read the damn file.  It’s all in there.”

Usually she is poised during interviews, but Steve is throwing her off track with his demeanor. “Alright then,” she speaks, shifting in her chair.  “How has it been adjusting to life here in prison?”

“Agonizing,” he replies; his face deadpanned.  

“Umm,” she stumbled as she fumbled through her notes.  She could feel her cheeks begin to redden with mortification at her loss of thought. This was definitely not going the way she imagined.  Sure, she had never interviewed a prisoner before, but she had seen numerous crime shows and interviews online with prisoners and they acted anything but like Steve.  Her throat was beginning to dry up and reached for her bottle of water, taking a quick swig.  Not only was his behavior throwing her off, but he stature in general was terrifying. Here she was, sitting not only in front of a murderer, but a big man in and of itself.  His biceps were trying to break free from his jumpsuit and she could tell he was ripped and muscular underneath.  

Her eyes trailed up to his face; the veins in his neck starting to pop out.  “What do you want me to say huh?” he growled through his teeth. “You want me to sit here and talk about and describe in detail what killing and hurting those men felt like huh? How good it felt when I plunged the knife into their stomachs and slashed their throats?  Or how I watched one of them die a slow and painful death after cutting his femoral artery?  People don’t realize just how much blood the human body can hold, but I sure do Kitten and it’s quite a fucking lot of blood,” he explained.  

Gemma wanted to flinch at the pet name he gave her, but she kept her cool as best she could. Instead, she looked at him with her big emerald green innocent and scared eyes.  

Steve nearly came in his jumpsuit at the terrified way she was looking at him.  Fuck he would give anything to snap these chains off him, bend her over the table and slam his dick into her pussy.  He knew, just by looking at her, what a tight little cunt she had; and he wanted it.  

“Is that what you want to hear Kitten?  I think deep down you want to hear that I enjoyed killing those men.  Fuck, I’m glad I did it.  And no, I wouldn’t take it back if I had the chance to.  Sure, I’m fucking pissed to be locked in this miserable God forsaken place like a caged animal.  Having to be told when I can eat, sleep and taking a goddamn piss. But it is what it is,” he stated, shrugging  as if it was nothing.  

Gemma could do nothing but stare back at him.  Steve studied her, knowing he was wrong.  No, she was too sweet, too pure.  She wasn’t hard hearted like him.  He watches as she nervously chews on her lower lip.  

“What do you miss most from outside of this place?”

The question made him cock his head to the side in curiosity.  This petite, shapely five foot four librarian looking woman just astonished the five foot eleven murderer.  

“What?” Steve asked.  

“What do you miss about-“

“I heard the fucking question Kitten,” he growled.  

This time when he called her Kitten, she didn’t want to flinch.  Instead, she felt an oddly exciting tingle go down her spine; her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink.  Steve knew exactly what his pet name did to her as he slyly smirked.  

Steve stayed silent, not knowing how to answer that question.  Nobody ever asked him that question before in interviews.  

She remained quiet as well, her eyes fidgeting with her pen.  She had been told time and time again to not give any personal information about herself, but she couldn’t help just speaking up.  “I’d miss baking.”  Her voice was the softest she had ever spoken; Steve barely heard her.  

Her eyes flick back up to Steve as he sits back in his chair, getting comfortable.  His slicked back hair was now in the light of one of the few windows in the room and even though he used only prison shampoo, it looked so soft; she wanted to run her fingers through it.  

Since Steve wasn’t saying anything, she figured she would continue speaking.  “My grandma left me her house in her will when she passed. It’s quite small.  Just a two bedroom two bathroom house.  But it has a porch with a porch swing in the front and is full of hand me downs and small knick-knacks.  It’s warm and cozy and clean, and all mine,” she speaks.  “It’s all I have.  I don’t have any family left.  My entire life exists in that small house.   I grew up there my entire life.  I remember planting some lilac bushes when I was younger.  I love it every spring when they bloom, even if it’s not for very long.  My grandma and I planted a garden in the front of the house.  I try to keep up with the garden, but that was my grandma’s thing.  Plants and flowers.  Luckily the garden we planted when I was younger, doesn’t take much to upkeep. But baking is my passion. Cookies, brownies, pies and cakes. I make a lot of cakes for special events in my town.”

She couldn’t help but glance up at Steve and she couldn’t tell if her mind was playing tricks on her or not, but it looked like he was smirking.  

“Coffee,” was all he said, making Gemma nod her head.  But then he continued.  “Italian coffee to be exact.  Nothing added to it, dark as the ink on my skin.  The shit coffee they serve in here tastes like dirt.”  Gemma couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, the sound going straight to Steve’s dick, making him inwardly groan.  

The two of them sat there quietly, staring at one another.  

“Time’s up,” came the voice of one of the guards.  Gemma turned and saw two guards entering the room.  They stopped in front of Steve and unshackled him from the table.  Roughly, they jerked his hands away from the table and she wondered if his wrists were sore or hurt as she noticed how his skin was raised and red near the cuffs.  

“Come and see me again Kitten,” Steve spoke with a slight upturned grin to his lips.  

Gemma watched as the guards took him from the room.  She had never felt this way before she did today; terrified and fearful, yet oddly excited to see him again.  She had not planned on coming back here again, but when he called her that pet name yet again, she had made up her mind to visit him next week.  

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Back Then

Part 9 to '100 Promises'

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"Hey, call me back when you get this, or um... when you have a minute. I know you're busy, but... just... call me when you get the chance," your voice softly said through the phone. It sounded like you had been crying. He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Fuck... (Y/N). She really needs me right now, and I'm at work. Damn it," he cursed, leaning back in his chair.

You had to go up to Iwate, as your mother had called the night before in tears saying your grandmother had passed away. He knew how much pain you were in. You were always close to your grandmother. He quickly dialed your number, putting the phone up to hear ear, listening to it ring. He tapped his fingers on the desk anxiously, reading through the paper that explained the basis of what the game was so he could have a distraction. He heard you pick up. "H-hello?" You sniffled. "Hey (N/N), how are you holding up?" He asked. He heard you laugh softly. "Not well at all, if I'm being honest. I wish you were here with me," you said, your voice shaky. It pained him that he wasn't there. "I wish I was there to help you, but I really can't... I'm so sorry (Y/N)," he said. The door to the office opened, and he turned quickly, seeing his coworker. Niragi pointed to his phone in apology. " 'Ragi... can we video call later? Please?" You asked. "Yeah, yeah... we can do that. I'll call you later, I promise. I have to go though. I'm so sorry again (N/N)," he said, trying to excuse himself without sounding rude. "Ok... thanks for calling. I know you're at work, so thank you for making time for me... Bye, love you," you responded. He could hear the tears in your voice. "No problem. Love you too, bye," he responded(is that... weird? Because I do that my friends, and I just- I don't know-.) The line disconnected, and he dropped his head into his hands.

"That your girlfriend?" His coworker asked. He had forgotten they were in they room. Niragi lifted his head from his hands, and shook his head. "No. She's my friend," he responded. "Oh. You two much be close then?" His coworker questioned. Niragi nodded. "Did something happen? You seemed to be fustrated at something," they observed. "Oh, no.... it's just that her grandmother passed away, and she's... she's handling it. But, it's hard on her, as expected. She keeps saying how she wishes I was there to help her, but I really can't," Niragi explained. This coworker of his was one of the pleasant ones. One the ones who did their fair share of work, and wasn't annoying. So, by that logic, Niragi didn't mind them. "Oh... that sucks. My condolences to her..." they said sincerely. Niragi knew they didn't really know how to... people correctly. What that mean was, they were kind of awkward, but so was he. Maybe that's why they didn't really get in each other's way. "Maybe you could say it's a family emergency? If you're that close with her, of course." They suggested. They walked over to his messy desk, pointing at a picture. "Is that her?" They asked. Niragi nodded. "I think that was from... oh gods... two summers ago? Yeah..." he muttered. "I mean, it's probably not a good idea to lie to the boss, but if you're that worried, I think it's a justified lie," the said. Niragi nodded, but didn't say anything, getting lost in his thoughts.

"I um... I came to give you this. The client changed their mind about a few things," they said, placing a folder of papers down. "Oh you've got to be fucking joking me," he groaned, before quickly apologizing for his language. Sure, if he was alone in his office he'd swear, but there was someone else in the office now. That wasn't exactly work appropriate. "No, no... that's... that sums up everyone's reaction. Especially since we were so close to being done... well, I'll leave you to it," they said, leaving with the soft shutting of the door. He sighed, picking up the file, reading through the changes. He tried to concentrate, but his mind was elsewhere. You had taken time off before to help him, so why couldn't he? What if he did what his coworker advised? He made up his mind quickly, not really thinking of anything other than the fact that right now, you needed him. And you were always there when he needed you. You always took care of him, even when you didn't need to.

He dialled your phone number again, this time, it was a video call just like you asked. "Hey," you voice greeted him. You were in what he assumed to be your bed at your grandmother's house. "'Hey. So... I may or may not have lied to my boss about something, so if he asks, promise you'll go along with it?" He asked. "Umm.. depends," you responded. "Ok, I'll tell you in a second. Just... come open the door it's freezing out here," he said, a small smile on his face. Your eyes lit up, and you dropped the phone running downstairs. He could hear your footsteps, and ended the call. You opened the door, and hugged him tightly.  He almost stumbled from your attack, but hugged you back. "I- I thought you had- had work?" You questioned, drying the tears that had started. "Yeah, so... if my boss ever asks... um... just-" he stuttered. ''What did you tell him we were married?" You laughed. "Not... exactly?" He hesitated. "You told him we were engaged, didn't you?" You asked. "I needed to come up with a believable lie, and it was the first ting that came to mind, please don't be mad," he explained nervously. "I'm not... thank you for doing... all of that to come here. I really appreciate it," you said, bringing him inside. Your mother hadn't made it yet, as she was on a trip in America. She'd gotten the news over call, so you were alone in the house. Well, that was until Niragu showed up, but you're glad he did.

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It was the middle of the night, and you couldn't sleep. There was always something keeping you up. You threw the blankets off of your body in frustration, standing up. You walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a cup, filling it with water. "What are you doing up so late?"

You jumped, dropping the glass. It shattered on the floor, spilling water and glass everywhere. You looked up to see Niragi. "Haha. I can't sleep," you explained, picking up the larger pieces of glass. "Well that sucks," he said, leaning on the counter. "Yeah, I'm going to go on a walk to see if I get tired," you said, drying up the water. "(Y/N), it's night time," he said. You finished picking up and nodded. "I'm... well aware," you responded confused. "You're a woman... going out for a walk... at night. Alone," he reminded. You sighed looking down. He was definitely on the right track. "Right... uh, I'll just go to my room then... we don't have plans tomorrow do we?" You asked. He shook his head. "You know what? No, come on. I'll drive you around, yeah? Let's see if we can find something to get you tired," he said, grabbing his keys off the counter. You grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Can I get my hoodie? It's cold," you asked. You were in a tank top and a pair of spandex. "Yeah. I'll be in the car, don't take too long," he said, leaving.

You quickly ran to your room, throwing on your favorite hoodie. You also grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from your closet, slipping them on. You snatched your phone from your dresser, putting it in the pocket of your hoodie. You ran to the front door, locking it, and closing it behind you. You ran out to his car, opening the passenger side door. You felt the warmth from inside the car, and goosebumps appeared on your skin. You got in quickly, shutting the door as you did. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded, and he began driving.

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"Alright, it's the moment of truth, which mental breakdown thing will we do today?" You questioned. He laughed. "It's 2 in the morning, we're drunk, and having mental breakdowns. Twinsies~" he said. You laughed, leaning on him. "No but seriously, cutting my hair is a big no, so tattoos or piercings?" You questioned. "Both. Let's go!" You shouted, grabbing his arm. "Woah Woah woah. Before we go, what do we do if a cop pulls us over?" He asked, being serious. "Nothing. ACAB bitch," you giggled. "Ok, and I'm driving-"

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All in all, you two had moments that seems like you were the main characters of the whole world. Of course, during high school you two were cautious about what you did, seeing as you still had to worry about your bullies and fathers. But after high school? Oh, no. You two were the kids that didn't have to study for the test because you were to smart. Staying out at parties and keeping perfect grades was your guy's thing.

You two would stay up doing projects out of your own ambition. The essay was due in a month and needed to be 3 pages? You would both finish and turn it in the week it was assigned, and it was 13 pages. Of course, that was a problem, seeing as you would extend yourselves past your limits. It was a thing you were taught to do as children to be overachievers because you would do anything to please your parents. Even if you knew they would never be pleased.

Maybe that's why your previous relationships hadn't worked out. There was 4 in total.

The first broke up with you because he didn't like Niragi. What did they want you to do? Drop your childhood best friend? No way.

The second cheated on you. Niragi had warned you, but you didn't listen. He had said that he thought you were cheating on him with Niragi.

The third turned out to be a manipulator, which you caught on to quickly. He tried to manipulate a girl who grew up with an abusive father, who takes forensics and psychology classes. So, in short, he was a dumbass.

The fourth... the fourth was just annoyingly clingy. He didn't want you to talk to other guys, and didn't let you as independent as you wanted to be.

One thing they all had in common though, was that they didn't like Niragi. They expected you to drop your best friend for them, something you wouldn't do, and didn't plan on ever doing.

"What are you thinking about?" Last Boss whispered next to you. It caught you off guard, and you jumped. "Ah, sorry... just... thinking about stuff. Nothing important," you said. He nodded, going back to whatever he was doing beforw. Niragi smirked, nudging you with his elbow. "You got Last Boss to talk to you? Oh he must like you a lot," Niragi teased, rather loudly. You rolled your eyes, and you heard Last Boss scoff. "What are you? The guys from high school?" You said. His face scrunched up in disgust, and you saw his hands grip onto his gun. You cautiously moved away slightly. "Don't compare me to them," he spat. You nodded your head to his gun. "Then don't act like them."

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Save it Lover Boy. Spencer Reid x Reader (Save it for the Doctor Part 2)

(A/N: In this story it’s been a few months. I’m not great at focusing on the Romance part but there is a little more than there was last time. I really hope you guys enjoy!) Word count: 2,405 Part 1 (edit: my pleas for requests for stories are not reaching people so I will beg here. If you want a oneshot I’ll write it. Prompt or no prompt.)

After the incident with my sister, my life was flipped around for the better. I began to date Spencer, the team being unaware. I finished college and thanks to a few strings JJ and Aaron had pulled I was now the BAU's personal assistant. Granted, it was a unpaid internship so it was not very glamorous but it got me the experience I need, especially if I want to be apart of this specific team. I was the one who got coffee, filled out unrelated paper work, helped JJ set up stations and boards. I still hadn't quite gotten used to that sinking feeling when the phone rings. Or when JJ approaches your desk, or the photos. You never get used to not sleeping in your own bed, the hotels, no moments of privacy, the monsters, families loosing each other. Or the pictures, it's disgusting. I especially never got used to how numb all my friends were numb to it all at the end of the day. Especially Spence, he'd been through utter hell and yet he was still sweet and managed to smile. It worried me sometimes, how relaxed they could be at the end of the day. 

So, JJ and I were setting up everything on the board. I frowned at the woman on the board. Only one, we caught it just in time for it to become a murder. It made me sick to think there was a possibility we could save the 25 year old, but instead we were called in after it became a bigger problem which made me feel sick. How easily someone gets away with something until they commit the actual murder. This woman was a very lively person. She clearly didn't deserve what she had gotten. "Samantha Burkly" JJ said softly "Poor woman." She said and left to talk to the others leaving me sitting in the conference room just tapping away at the laptop provided. I was also little Miss Penelope Garcia's assistant so I was stuck digitizing files she didn't want to, and it fucking sucked dirty dick. Yeah, let that sink in. Anyway I felt a few pairs of eyes on me only to look up and see the team staring at me through the cursed window of the room. "What?" I rose a brow causing a few to look away Spencer's eyes lingering, he was waiting for something. I don't think either of us knew what so I blew him a kiss and a subtle wink making him look away turning pink. That same shade of pink when he found me innocent and began what I would come to know as a very normal rant. His epiphanies, or what I called "braingasms" (which he absolutely despised), would strike a chord 99% of the time, and the other 1% could be brushed off as "Reid being Reid" which kinda upset me. He was a damn genius and yet no one seemed to want to listen. Sure I hadn't been around as long a the others but I would sit and listen to Spence talk for hours when on dates, I would nod, as questions and get very thoughtful and honest answers. Sure they weren't always what someone would want to hear, but did anyone ever tell you it would be good news. Reid and I could also have a very thoughtful debate. Now was that normal for couples, no, probably not. But at least he had facts to back up his opinion, making it a real debate and not just some senseless argument that fell into pointless attacks on the other person leading to a fight and rough makeup sex. Which I wouldn't mind but it'd only been a few months, and didn't wanna make an uncomfortable situation we could easily talk through anyway. What was I doing? Right, paperwork. 

As I ended my very long side rant and staring into space while also staring directly at Spencer's ass, I turned to my computer. "You shouldn't stare at people baby cakes." I heard causing me to jump out of my damn seat. "I was staring into space. Jesus Derek you scared the shit out of me!" I cursed glancing to the man with his nose in a file I was digitizing, "Sorry hun. But we need a fresh pair of eyes" he said gesturing to a new less dusty file on the table in front of my computer. I recognized the face on the front as the same woman on the board. Her name written on the front clear as day. I knew what was inside and I was proud to have not seen it but now it disturbed me that my eyes were being referred to as "Fresh" in that way. It made me feel dirty and violated in a whole new way. "Why? You guys know this case inside and out. I'm just the intern." I said and snatched the older file out of his hand. I knew this poor case inside and out by now. Decapitation and sexual assault of the esophagus. Real nasty shit ya know? The woman was 22 and then a man was found two weeks later with the same thing. But the case went cold 7 years ago. It was sad. The woman's mother had killed herself and the man's father disowned his son assuming he was gay because a man did that to the literally gaping hole in his neck. It was one of the bigger case files full of dead ends. I had become intimately aware of all the details of the case, even the signature, something overlooked by the police because they thought decapitation and violation of the hole in the neck was it, and while rare that wasn't the case. It was a soft lipstick mark left on the victims hands next to the stamp of the club they went too. It was pink so very easily missed. "Because baby, you're gonna need to get used to this if you ever wanna be promoted. You can't react like you did back in January and vomit on the floor." Derek chided me softly "Fine, But you have to stop calling me baby, we aren't together. Also stop touching the files they're in alphabetical order and you're fuckin it up" I hissed smacking his hand away from another file at the bottom of the stack. "pissin me off Agent Moron" I wailed as he laughed at the new insult. I could literally feel Spencer's jelousy from the next room. It was honestly kind of cute but I could not be thinking of my boy's sweet face at the moment, I was about to see what really happened to poor Samantha Burkly. I took the new file off the table and opened it to the pictures and I was hit with a familiarity. "Derek this isn't funny. I was just looking at this file" I declared nonchalantly as I lobbed it back onto the table going back to the laptop "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked "that's a brand new file" He said "A red headed woman decapitated with semen in her esophagus and a pink lipstick mark on her hand next to it? That Hellen Barsly not the Burkly girl" I stated "You leave out Jason Green to make it more realistic?" I muttered never once looking up "Pin lipstick mark?" he questioned grabbing the file "I'll be damned there it is. You barely looked at it. That woman is Samatha Burkly" he blinked "Har har Derek" I hissed snatching the file and opened the file as Spencer walked in to listen. I barely acknowledged him because I was pissed at this point.

"I know the Banshee Hunter of West Point case better than my own fucking computer history" I said and held it up to the picture before being shocked as I saw that the decapitated woman was in fact Samantha. Right next to her living photo. "The what?" Reid asked, clearly never having heard of it. "Oh my god. OH MY GOD" I yelled and ran back to my seat pulling out all the files related to The BHWP case, I knew full well that this case was bigger than it seems. "Penelope has me on digital file duty and these cases caught my attention for some reason. The case went cold 7 years ago." I mumbled pulling up all the files that were back at the office in my desk as I'd finished them. I had a whole folder for all the connected cases, even ones where the M.O and victimolgy had changed. "The first murder dated back to 1970. A woman by the name of Jenny Boil had disappeared, she was 24 years old. Found decapitated in the middle of the highway her esophagus had been sexually assaulted. She had red hair with a soft pink kiss mark on her hand and her mouth had been stretched open like a banshee. And because her hair was red along with numerous victims leading up to the sudden coldness of the case. There are cases where the victimology changed completely or the M.O so the police never connected them or assumed they were copy cats" I rambled as I quickly set up a time line that ended with Samantha "and now hes back with the latest victim" I hit enter and the time line stretched across the screen victims all over the screen. "the pink lip stick marks. Originally they were thought to be remorse but I think this guy has some kind of fucked up chivalrous attempt" I squawked and pushed my chair to the whiteboard standing on it feeling eyes on me. I didn't know or care how many. I heard frantic flipping and click me. "This guy has over 100 known victims only 12 of them not red heads. Only 11% of his victims don't fit the victims and only 3 don't fit the M.O of the others making that 2%!" I yelled as if I was Spencer. I could feel my face turning red with adrenaline. "Now all of these cases 100 percent all have a kiss mark on the hand, same brand and color of lipstick, A frosted pink lipstick, 67 Peach Pink from the brand Nestacia" I wrote that down "And all these cases I noted have three different overlapping suspects" I said pushing Spencer out of the way of my computer and printed up their pictured and grabbed them hanging them up "Now!" I continued slapping the board "This man right here is no Biological male! His name is Tyler Grant a 59 Year old trans man! He couldn't have done it but that doesn't mean he couldn't have helped" I said noticing the whole team in the room. No one tried to interrupt because I assumed I looked batshit insane. 

I was right cause I caught my refection and my hair was everywhere now, I was sweating, and my pupils were shaking. I didn't care I was on a roll. "There is no plausible way the semen belongs to him!" I said "These also can't be a copy cat killer-" I began before being unceremoniously interrupted again "But how do you-" he began before i loudly shushed Spencer. "Save it lover boy! I'm getting to that! Lemme talk your turn in over" I said making him smile just a little "As i was saying, it can't be a copy cat killer because there was also another unnoticed factor! The strange shape of the lips! No one draws on their lips this way but the pallet is larger on one side than the other. The killer has a cleft pallet, which cannot be a coincidence!" I said "and as you can see! This man right here! Leston Nikolia has a cleft pallet. But because they never had proof he'd done it due to the overlooked lipstick marks he walked free!" I yelled circling him "And we don't talk about Henry for the simple fact that he is Impotent and was in jail during the last 7 murders before Samantha and he's dead now!" I finished and took a large inhale and sat down "the lip stick is enough reasonable suspicion to bring him in for questioning. He's a coward. He cannot face people head on and most likely has high anxiety and is easily paranoid it wouldn't be hard to get a correct confession." I panted "Reid! Is this what it feels like when you solve a fucking problem? I feel like my brain just had 7 orgasms" I wished sitting back "It was always circumstantial but now that there a new victim sitting in front of me I'm sure it was him" I wished taking more deep breaths "I'm going to call Garcia and see if I can get a fact check on everything." Aaron began making my heart sink, please please don't discredit everything I just gave you. "JJ can you get us a location? Reid get started on a warrant the minute JJ gets it, Derek get a game plan together, Prentiss and I will do more investing on this Nikolia guy, and (Y/N)." he finished turning to me. "Keep going over every file you have and see if you can connect anymore of these murders. Good work" He said and the team began to work. "Holy shit" I gasped and Spencer smiled at me "You might have just solved this case." He said kissing my forehead "and I'm so damn proud" he whispered. I was still riding my knowledge high, the adrenaline still pumping so not caring that we were at work, I kissed Spencer straight on the lips. He froze because we were still in a work setting but slowly kissed back. His lips were soft, we hadn't had a proper first kiss, just forehead kisses, cheek pecks, and occasional pecks on the lips if Spencer was feeling sausey. I just giggled pulling back "That was... so much at once. How does your brain do that all the time?" I asked "Mine's been doing it a lot longer. See you after work okay?" he whispered and went to do his job "Right. Work" I whispered and sighed turning to my laptop cracking my knuckles doing real work for the first time in my internship. Who knows, maybe me and Penelope could do this kind of thing together!

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Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know _____

I mentioned yesterday that I would go more into why I like Bea and Bede as a pair, and this is how I’ll do it! Quick notes for newcomers: I’ve aged up the main cast a bit so instead of being 10-12, they’re 16-17 (as an adult, I cannot fathom a 10 year old living on their own for a year). I head cannon Bede as 17 and Bea as 18, so they’re only about a year apart in age. I think I’m gonna call them Pinkpunchshipping? Thoughts? I’m open to workshopping the name. 

Original prompt by some-imaginative-otp-imagines: 

Get to Know Bea x Bede (Ship name still being determined): 

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? Bede. 100% Bede. I don’t see Bea as someone who would show affection through gifts, but Bede is the complete opposite. He is constantly bringing her little sweets as pick-me-ups.  

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Bede will sleep with his head in Bea’s lap all the time. It’s hard not to nod off when she’s playing with his fluffy head of hair. 

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? Bea, probably, but not in a seductive way? She works out a lot, so it is common for her to come home after a long workout and immediately get out of her sweaty clothes. Bede doesn’t yell at her because he gets too flustered whenever it happens (how these two got together in the first place is a mystery to everyone). 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Bea is a morning person and Bede is a night person. They’ve tried to adjust it so that they wake up and go to bed together but gave up after an irritable week. As long as Bede is around when Bea goes to sleep and Bea doesn’t wake him up at the crack of dawn, they’re good. 

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? Bea can cook one thing and it is ramen. They are damn lucky that Opal forced Bede to learn how to cook, otherwise it would be takeout every night. 

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Neither. Bea is a realist and Bede is an individualist that doesn’t like being compared to other people. 

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? On stay-at-home days, Bede will borrow one of Bea’s oversized hoodies to wear (his sense of fashion means he gives up comfort for beauty, so he owns next to no sweats). Bea thinks it’s adorable and teases him all the time for it. 

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Okay, stick with me on this one. I think that they almost always do errands together because, early in their relationship, they would always buy the wrong thing for the other. Going shopping together started as something they had to do as a pair, but now I think it’s just a lowkey way to spend time together. 

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Bea would drive, Bede would give directions. She is better at staying focused for long periods of time and he’s better at planning ahead. 

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Bea would definitely draw Bede. Bea picked up sketching to de-stress from Honey, so it is incredibly likely that Bede would be an eventual model for her (it’s not like she starts sketching him constantly when she recognises her feelings for him and nearly bursts into flames when he finds her sketchbook. That would be silly). 

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? My first thought was that obviously Bea would be the backflipper, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised Bede would be the backflipper. He is so freaking extra about everything. OF COURSE he would try to show off. 

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Bede is a casual drinker, so his tolerance is pretty high. Bea hardly drinks, so it only takes her about 2 shots to get drunk. Bede tries to get her to take it easy, but if someone (like Raihan) challenges her, she will not back down. There hasn’t been a New Years Eve party that Bede hasn’t carried Bea home. 

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Bea. It takes separation and a lot of long talks for her to realise that her home life was very toxic. The only reason she decides to take Bede’s last name when they get married is to spite her parents. 

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Bede 100% is freaked out by bug pokemon, but he tries to play if off like he isn’t scared.  

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? I feel like it depends on the situation. Space Heater Bea is never cold, so if it’s chilly, Bede is the one getting the jacket. However, Bede will give Bea his jacket as a form of comfort if he senses something is off.  

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling (or a similar figure)? Bea is very intimidated by Opal. They are complete opposites when it comes to personality other than their shared competitiveness. Bea is convinced that Opal hates her (Opal actually really likes Bea, she just would rather die than tell her that). 

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Oh my god, when I say it took forever for one of them to confess, I mean three whole years of hopeless pining. Neither of them are good at talking about their feelings, so they’ll try to find subtle ways to confess to the other. Unfortunately, they are also as dense as each other when it comes to romance. I think Bede would eventually get so frustrated that he blurts it out, then immediately tries to take it back. Thankfully, Bea was too stubborn to let him. 

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. I think they would definitely try their hardest if it ever happened, but I also don’t really see them having children? 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Bede = Perfect Grammar. Extra dramatic. Will call someone out if they send him a spelling error. Bea = short, chaotic sentence fragments. Bede tried calling her out on it once but she shut him down real fast. 

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? They are both SUPER protective people, so I like to think they take turns. Bea tends to scare them off by fighting them, and Bede destroys people with his words. 

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Bede has definitely picked up some dramatics from Opal’s training. Whenever the occasional “pink” pun slips into his sentences, Bea has to try very hard not to comment on it. 

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? If Bea finds a stray pokemon, she will hold onto it until it can be returned to its owner. She also catches a lot more fighting pokemon than she will every need and goes camping with them once a week. 6 pokemon Bede cannot relate.   

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Oh my gosh, neither. It’s not that they wouldn’t give the other a piggy back: Both are too prideful to ask for one, so they mostly just end up leaning heavily on the other until they return home. 

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Bea gets waaayy to into Bede’s pokemon matches. She will scream at the TV (or from the audience if she is in Ballonlea that day) until she is hoarse. Bede gets really embarrassed, but it's because he’s flattered. 

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Bede. I mentioned earlier that Bea falls asleep faster than Bede (unless his head is on her lap), so he has a secret folder of photos on his phone with the two of them cuddling together. Bea knows he has this folder and will get incredibly flustered if it’s brought up. 

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? BEDE. He wants nothing more than to give his sporty girlfriend a high fashion makeover. Bede thinks she’s beautiful, of course, but he just wants to see what it would look like. One year on his birthday, she humors him and he is BUZZING WITH EXCITEMENT.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Bede is super intimidated by some of Bea’s pokemon. (Bea is intimidated by his type advantage against her, but that’s different). 

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Bede. He’s taller and insists on being a gentleman. 

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? I feel like they would go to Kalos. Bede would insist they visit the boutiques while Bea made sure they hiked in the mountains. Bede would take the pictures, but Bea would sketch a lot. 

[brown-bi-beautiful]

Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Bloody Mary (part 2)

Season one. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 3)

"I was on the job for 35 years, detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends but the Mary Worthington murder.....that one still gets me." The detective said answering one of your many questions.

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked as you sat silently looking around the room and the three men.

"You guys said you were reporters?" The detective said.

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana being an actress. And we know that at the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her. Cut out her eyes with a knife." Sam said, obviously being the only one out of the 3 of you who actually read about the case. Usually you'd do it but your mind wasn't in the right place right now.

"See, sir, when we ask you what happened." Dean said confidently.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this." He said pulling out a folder from the cabinet, you watched as the brothers shared a look. He started going through the folder and finally stopping at a picture which you assume was Mary laying in the pool of her own blood.  "See that there? T-R-E?" He asked and you all nodded in incision. "I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer." Detective suggested.

"You know who that was?" Sam asked.

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon, Trevor Sampson." He said pulling out a picture of a man in tux. "And I think he cut her up good." 

"Now, why would he do something like that?" You opened your mouth for the first time since you guys arrived here.

"Her diary mentioned a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, T. Well, her last entry, she was gonna tell T's wife about their affair."

"But how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?" Dean asked.

"It's hard to say. But the way her eyes were cut out, it was almost professional." Detective said with a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"But you could never prove it?" You said, wording out the guilt inside his head. "No, no prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous."

"Is he still alive?" Asked Dean.

"Nope......If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guys secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sammy asked.

"She wasn't. She was cremated." He said and you almost rolled your eyes.

"What about that mirror? It's not in some evidence lock up, is it?" You asked.

"No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago."

"You have the names of her family by any chances?" Sam asked and luckily he gave you the name of Mary's brother.

On your drive back to Toledo Sam called Mr. Worthington to ask about the mirror. "Oh really? That's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror ok, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam said hanging up the phone. "So?" You and Dean asked in incision as soon as he was off the phone. "So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it, one week ago..To a store called Estate Antique. A store in Toledo."

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" You asked raising an eyebrow although you already knew the answer. "Her spirits definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an odd superstition that says mirrors can capture spirit?" Dean asked. "Yeah there is. When someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped." You answered keeping your eyes on them the whole time.

"Mary dies and the mirror draws in her spirit." Dean said in conclusion.

"Yeah, but how could she move through 100 different mirrors." Sam wondered out loud.

"I don't know but if that mirror's a source. I say we find it and smash it." Dean replied to Sam's question.

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe."

Sam's phone started ringing and he picked it up in the second ring. "Hello? Charlie?" He asked on the phone with concern. "Hey, hey, calm down. Just meet us at our motel and we'll be there soon. Just don't look at anything that shows reflections." He said hanging up and Dean speeded up.

"What's wrong?" You questioned as soon as he was off the phone.

"Someone said it again and now Mary's after her."

When you got to your motel you saw charlie waiting outside covering her eyes. "Hey, it's okay, we're here, let's get you inside." You led her into your room but she didn't stop shaking and didn't uncover her eyes. Sam and Dean covered every reflecting surface of the room while you sat besides her to comfort her. "Charlie, you can open your eyes now, it's okay, you're safe now. Now, listen, you're not gonna look at glass or anything that has reflection okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you." You soothing voice which Dean always referred as creepy.

"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" She asked and you shook your head.

"No, you're not, not anytime soon." Sam said.

"Alright, Charlie, we need to know what happened." Dean asked, sitting on her other side.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it."

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened didn't it....In your life? A secret, where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it." Dean asked and more tears left her eyes.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night at his house...We got in a fight. Then I broke up with him and he got upset and he said he needed me and he loved me. And he said 'charlie, if you walk out that door right now I'm gonna kill myself.' And you know what I said? I said 'go ahead' and I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just.. I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." she started sobbing again after finishing her story. You looked at her with sympathy. "Charlie it wasn't your fault." you said rubbing her back but she didn't accept it.

"We're gonna go take care of this thing ok? Don't look at anything reflective.” The three of you got in the impala and started to the antique shop.

"Alex was right you know. Her boyfriend killing himself, that's not Charlie's fault." Dean said from behind the wheel and his eyes met with yours through the rear view mirror but you quickly looked away breaking the eye contact.

"You know as well as I do....spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, someone died. That's good enough for Mary." Sam said and once again your heart dropped at your stomach. All you could think about was your secret right now. You know it shouldn't be the first priority here but you couldn't help it. "you know I've been thinking.. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror." Sam said and it caught your attention, pulling you out of your trail of thoughts.

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirrors. Who's to say that she's not gonna just keep hiding in them forever? So maybe... We should try to pin her down.. You know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it." Sam said.

"Well how do you know that's gonna work?"

"I don't, well not for sure." Sam replied.

"Well, who's gonna summon her?" Dean asked and before Sam could answer you opened your mouth, "I will. She'll come after me for sure." you said and the brothers looked at you with similar frowns. "No. You won't." They replied in unison suddenly acting all protective.

"No I'll do it. She will definitely come after me." Sam said, sounding guilty.

"Alright. You know what? That's it." Dean said pulling the car to the side to have a conversation with both of you.

"This is about Jessica, isn't it?" He asked turning toward Sam. "you think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?" He asked but there was no answer from the younger man which only proved Dean right. "Sam, this is gotta stop, Man. I mean..the nightmares.. and-and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something then blame the thing that killed her. Or why don't you take a swing at me? I'm the one who dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you. " Sam said.

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself. 'cause there's nothing you could have done." Dean said. You decided to stay quiet because you damn well know of you say a word the lecture will suddenly turn to you.

"I could've warned her." Sam said and you frowned.

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen." Dean said and Sam looked away from him you could swear to God he was hiding something from you guys. "And, besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean we know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."

"No you don't." you knew it! He was hiding something.

"we don't what?"

"you guys don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything."

"what are you talking about?"

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam said and Dean was taken aback for a second.

"No I don't like it. It's not gonna happen. Forget it."

"He doesn't have to do it. I'll do it." you chipped in.

"No you won't. None of you gonna summon her. And seriously Alex, what is wrong? You have nightmares all the time, you barely sleep and when you do, you cry in your sleep." He snapped and you gave him a look. "yeah I hear it. Every night. I don't say anything because I want to give you your space. I know we don't know a lot about you but we know you enough and you will never hurt anyone intentionally. So whatever it Is, it's not your fault. So none of you are gonna do it. " He said and you felt a tear slid down your right cheek. 'only if you knew, Dean. Only if you knew you wouldn't think so highly about me.'

"You have no idea." you said in a small voice. His words only made you feel more guilty. How are you ever gonna tell him. And if they ever find out, they'll hate you. "Dean, that girl back there is gonna die. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that unless one of us do it." you said.

"And it's not gonna be you." Sam said turning slightly toward you. "Sam...... Please don't fight me on this one." you said and he sighed. "fine. We'll do it together. Maybe she'll get confused about who to kill first and we'll have a little more time in our hands." Sam said and you nodded agreeing with his plan then both turn to Dean. "Dean, you've gotta let us do this." you said in a very soft voice and he say silently for a few secs he nodded his head.

"But I don't like it, I don't like it at all." he whispered before turning on the car and driving toward the Antique store.

You were kneeling down in front the door of the antique store with your lock pick in your hand. You were successful in your third try. You opened the door and got inside, followed by the Winchesters.

There were way too many mirrors in that shop. It made spotting Mary's mirror even harder for you. "Well, that's just great." Dean commented sarcastically. He pulled out the picture, showing us the mirror in front of which Mary died. "Alright start looking." He said and Sam started walking deeper into the store. You turned to follow him but Dean grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to him, looking deep in your eyes he said. "Are you sure about this?" you nodded. "I don't like you doing this. At All." he confessed.

"I don't like it either but we don't have another choice." you said and this time he nodded.

"But when this is over, you're gonna tell me everything. No more secrets."

"Somethings are better off as secrets, Dean. Please promise me you won't ask me about it." you said and he looked away. "Dean, please." you cupped his face making him look at you.

"Fine I promise." He said and you don't know if you feel relieved or even more guilty. "let's just get this over with." He said pressing his lips to your forehead briefly. As in queue Sam called out. "Found it." and the two of you walked to where he was. He was standing in front of the mirror shining his torch on it. Dean opened the picture to confirm it was the same mirror. "that's it."

"you sure about this?" he asked Sam. He sighed and the 3 of you walked in front of it together.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." you both said in unison. Sam grabbed your hand with one of his and with the other he raised his crowbar. "Bloody Mary." you finished, squeezing his hand tightly.

A light shined through the shop from the window and we looked toward it. "I'll go check that out. You guys stay here. Be careful." he handed you his crowbar and started walking out. "smash anything that moves." He said and you nodded.

You heard a breath and turned toward one of the mirror. You saw a feminine figure standing in the mirror and took no time to smash it. You heard Sam smashing another one. "come on, come into this one." you said turning toward the main mirror. You frowned when you saw your own reflection smiling creepily at you. You heard a cry of pain and turned to Sam to see him bleeding through his eyes. You took a step toward him but stopped when your own eyes started burning. You could feel the warm liquid coming out of them. "it's your fault." your reflection said as the crowbar fell from your hand. "you killed him and you killed her too." you heard yourself in the mirror. From the corner of your eyes you saw as Sam fell on his knees clutching his chest. "Sam" before you could take another step there was a sharp pain in your head and your whole body. Sam was looking at the mirror but you couldn't see what he was seeing. "They told her. Everyone told her you were a monster but she never listened to them. They told her to kill you but she didn't listen to any of them and this is how you repay her. You killed them." you groaned, crawling toward Sam. "Sammy, Sammy don't listen to it. We can do this." you said grabbing the crowbar he dropped but before you could do something Dean ran by you and smashed it.

"Sammy! Sammy!" Dean said kneeling down in front of you guys and grabbing his face. "it's Sam."

"God, are you guys okay?" He said turning to you and taking your face in his hand and Wiping the blood from your face but you were pretty sure he just smeared it even more. "uh, yeah."

"come on. Come on." he tried helping you to stand up. "I'm fine help him." you told him and he did what you said and helped Sam to get to get up as you got as yourself.

He put one of his hand over his shoulder and the three of you started walking out. You were limping behind the Winchesters when you suddenly heard clinking of glass and heavy gasps behind you. You guys turned around to see that bloody Mary has crawled out of the mirror.

It only took a second for Dean to grab you and pull you behind him but it didn't help any of you. The three of you fell to the ground, groaning in pain as she walked toward you. More blood came out of your eyes.

You saw as Dean grabbed a mirror from beside him and held it against Mary. She stopped in her track and started looking at her reflection. "you killed them!" you heard a deep gruff voice. "All those people! You killed them." It repeated you saw as she melted in a puddle of blood right in front of you. Dean threw the mirror down, shattering it.

"Guys." you groaned out

"yeah?" Sam asked.

"That's gotta be like, what, 600 years of bad luck?" you said looking at all the broken mirrors, making both of em chuckle.

As you got up and walked out of the store Sam took no time in getting inside the impala and crashing down.

"Alex." Dean said before you could get inside as well, making you turn around and face him. He just stood there staring at your face. "what-" before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and smashed his lips on yours. You were taken aback at the first but then kissed him back with the same force. You pulled away panting heavily. "what was that for?" you asked opening your eyes and looking at him.

"I'm really happy to see you alive." he said. "I'm really happy to see you alive too." you said, grabbing his collar and pulling him down for one more kiss.

The next morning Dean pulled up in front of Charlie's house to drop her off.

"so this is really over?" Charlie said looking at the three of you. "yeah, it's over." Dean said.

"Thanks you." she smiled at him and then got out of the car and started walking toward her house "Charlie? " Sam called out to her and she turned around. "your boyfriend's death... You really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did... You probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happens." Sam said and she went inside her home giving him a slight nod.

"that's good advice." Dean said pulling out the car from the driveway. His eyes met with yours through the rear view, making you blush and him smirk. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes but you couldn't hide the big smile on your face.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up before you guys decide to do anything stupid again." you said making a pillow from your jacket and lied down in hopes that maybe just maybe you could take a nap without any nightmares.

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(A/n:- HEY GUYSSS.... I know it's been so long. I said I would post soon and then I betrayed you. I actually got into this minor accident, broke my right wrist (talk about my luck.) and my right leg. It was just hairline fracture. They took of the cast a couple days ago but my wrist was soo stiff because of the plaster that I couldn't type. But I'm completely OK now and I can type again. Although not continuously, I have to keep taking break. I really hope you guys forgive me. I LOVE YOU ALL.

And also. I lost my tag list so any of you who want to be tagged in the series just ask. I know I can go and peak at the old chapter but I wanna make a fresh tag list (don't know if that's even a thing.) but whatever just let me know...

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[hellyeahomeland]

“The English Teacher”: an HYH recap

This mindfuck of an episode picks up about a day or so after last week’s episode. Carrie is being held in a “subbasement” (a basement in the basement?) at Langley and has started to disassociate a bit. I would too! This reality is fucked!

Anyway, a nice lawyer man comes to retrieve her and does a bit of plot exposition:

Saul hired him to represent Carrie at the preliminary hearing.

Saul arranged for Carrie’s release and also paid the bond.

Saul is letting Carrie stay at his house!

Basically Saul is being the coolest he’s been re: Carrie in like seven years.

There was a car bomb at the Afghan/Pakistani border that killed a whole special ops crew and injured one CIA officer named Jenna Bragg, who was sent back to the US out of an abundance of caution. Oh, and Jenna was called to testify against Carrie at the hearing.

Don’t fucking talk to anyone until the hearing, especially not a specific person who’s meant to testify against you, capiche?

In the West Wing, things are messy as hell. Evil Spawn John Zabel is arguing that Pakistan was behind the suicide bomb and that’s yet another reason to invade. Saul argues it was just Haqqani; after all Pakistan lost some guys too. Zabel is all, “IT’S THEIR FUCKING COUNTRY” and says Linus should resign. Mandy starts swearing at Hugh Saul starts swearing at Zabel, he’s really fucking mad. Linus envisions new ways to get swallowed whole. Maybe dinosaurs will come back from extinction? It’s just a massive screaming match—actually very entertaining—and Saul’s big solution is “backchannel talks,” and Zabel’s brain nearly short circuits at the suggestion of diplomacy instead of military invasion. Hayes just looks like he’d rather be literally any fucking place doing any fucking thing except this.

Carrie is settling into Saul’s very lovely DC home when Saul arrives, worn and weary from his no good very bad day. Although it can’t possibly have been worse than Carrie’s, which is saying something. Carrie makes her first move, pokes around a bit about the Russian asset. Saul flatly denies it, then pours himself a drink (same). He eyes a bookcase full of old, leather-bound red books and then—

It’s 1986 in East Berlin. A young Saul, played by BEN SAVAGE (that’s right, it’s CORY MATTHEWS), who does bear a striking resemblance to Mandy Patinkin, walks into a bookstore and picks up one of those same, old red books from the display. He heads into the back of the store and then a young woman enters and cocks a pistol in his direction. He brings his hands up in surrender.

The next day at Walter Reed Hospital, Carrie defies all good legal advice and pays a visit to Jenna, who’s being discharged.

Jenna: OH MY FUCKING GOD, LOSE MY NUMBER. Carrie: Ok I know you’re furious with me, just know you join a very large and enthusiastic club on that front. But please listen to me. Jenna: Furious? Dude, that special ops crew is all dead. That’s on you. Carrie: It’s horrible, I know. But a suicide bomber did that. Not me, and not you. Jenna: You’re delusional. Carrie: You join another very large and enthusiastic club in that position, but just hear me out! You have nothing to do for the next two minutes while you wait for your Uber. Jenna: Not if I speed walk! Carrie: I found the black box. Do you even care what was on it? Probs not, but I’ll just keep talking. The president’s helicopter was not shot down! It was mechanical failure. Jenna: Hm… that is interesting. So where is it now? Carrie: That hot Russian guy stole it from me. Jenna: OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ARE A MESS. Carrie: I just need a few days to get it back. I know you’re supposed to testify and I truly don’t give two fucks what you say to them, but if you could just wait a week that would be awesome. Jenna: Well, what’s your plan? Carrie: They offered me a trade. But I can’t really say much more than that. Jenna: What is with you spies and your secrets? Carrie: Ok fine. Saul has an asset high up in the Kremlin. I need to find out who it is. Jenna:  Good fucking luck getting onto a Langley computer. Not that you’d know how to use it. Carrie: [loaded silence] Jenna: OH MY GOD. I’m tattling to Saul.

And Jenna does book it straight to Saul’s office but has to wait a bit because Saul’s on the phone with Tasneem, who is in New York City at the UN and remains maximum pissed. From the time her plane took off to when it landed the US moved more troops right along their border. Saul says some things about how everyone in the US is crazy and it’s  all very ~prescient~ but he thinks if they can just take out Jalal, Hayes and Zabel might back down. Tasneem once again claims they have no idea where he is. Saul asks for a target, any plausible coordinates. Tasneem agrees.

Enter Jenna. She is very prepared to expose just how big of a crazy person Carrie is when Saul is like, “hold up, little lady, it’s all true.” He’s taking this “back up Carrie at all costs” thing to a whole new level. He says that, no matter her mistakes, Carrie never loses sight of the bigger picture. Everything she does is in service of that. The tribunal will attempt to get Jenna to contribute to whatever bullshit charges they come up with, but Jenna needs to do like Carrie: decide what matters. Decide what kind of person she is.

Later, Carrie is at the arraignment, and the judge starts listing off charges. It’s pretty bad. Treason, accessory to murder, etc. She starts to have a tiny panic attack in the courtroom and thankfully holds her vomit for the restroom. There, she’s approached by a prim-looking woman named Charlotte Benson, “a friend of Yevgeny’s.” (Eagle-eyed viewers will recognize her from last season with Ivan.) Carrie’s like, “fuck that guy and fuck you too” but Charlotte is unfazed, hands her her card, and says they have resources. All you have to do is call.

In the simultaneously most and least surprising event of the season, at the tribunal, Jenna decides what type of person she is and it’s the type with a mind of her own. She gets about four seconds into the thing before she bolts. 

At the White House, Zabel reveals that—whadya know!—the Pakistanis did know where Jalal was. At least, they said they do. They just provided coordinates and everyone’s in the situation room waiting to pull the trigger. Saul hurries down and watches as they bomb the entire compound. “Fuck yeah!” Hayes exclaims as everyone applauds, definitely 100% sure they just killed Jalal. Saul makes a beeline for the exit and tells Linus he’s going to New York.

Later, Jenna is waiting for Carrie at Saul’s with a folder full of information. It’s about the exfiltration that Carrie mentioned that went south. The man attended a KGB language school but he spooked and Saul had to get him out quickly. Minefields and shit. He’s been in Pennsylvania in Witness Protection ever since. So he can’t be Saul’s asset but maybe he knows who is.

Jenna: You sure you want to betray Saul? Carrie: I’m 100% sure I want to do the opposite of that, but I have no choice.  Jenna: You’re right, I guess. But I’m done with all this shit. Carrie: “Done”? Never heard of it.   Jenna: I’m through with this, the CIA, all of it. Carrie: Wait, so you finally used your brain and that’s the decision you came to? You don’t have the thrill of having figured something out? You don’t feel a physical and emotional high? Jenna: Uh no?? I feel sick to my stomach about the special ops team. That comes down on me. And whoever this asset is will be tortured too. That’s my big picture. I’ve tried to see it your way, but I can’t. I just don’t believe it anymore. Carrie: Believe what? Jenna/Quinn’s ghost: That anything justifies the damage we do.

Carrie ruminates on that for about 2.4 seconds before she’s on to the next thing, which is a road trip to Pennsylvania. She arrives in her librarian cosplay, hair in a ponytail, eyeglasses, the whole shebang. She’s at the house of Saul’s old asset, the one who’s in Witness Protection. She introduces herself as Heather Frith (great fake name) and says she works as an archiver for the CIA’s Chief Historian, which is a job just fake-sounding enough to probably be real. She wants details about what happened with his exfiltration, details that aren’t in the file. He is suspicious at first, but she calls his bluff, and he takes her out to his garage to relive the story.

He describes Saul then as something of a hero. He had everything in the exfiltration down like clockwork. When one of the mines exploded, he literally carried him over the border. Carrie asks what happened to the rest of the cadets in his class, and he says they were all killed for failing to prevent his defection. She spots a woman in an old photograph then. He didn’t know her name, she just went by Comrade Instructor. She was their English teacher. Then Carrie eyes an old red book. He explains it was their method for arranging a meeting. You move the book from the right to the left side of the display window. “Very Saul. He liked the old ways. Things hidden in plain sight.”

…Which makes for a nice segue to New York City. Saul’s at UN headquarters, where Pakistan has requested a vote against the US for being general dicks and warmongers. Saul then pulls a Quinn in “Q&A” (or maybe a Carrie in “Tin Man Is Down”) and makes a huge scene at the meeting, screaming at the Russian delegation about the flight recorder. An older blonde woman translates for the delegation as he shouts. Resident hottie Scott Ryan escorts Saul out and the Russians have a powwow within earshot of said woman. What was all that about a flight recorder? One of them says Yevgeny Gromov is running an operation and leaves it at that. Cue that woman later in a rare bookstore. She eyes another of those old red leather-bound editions.

We flashback again to 1986. That woman in the bookstore is the woman holding Saul at gunpoint. She is the English teacher at the language school. She is disgusted at what happened to her students—put up against a wall and shot—and wants to take the place of Saul’s asset. Saul feigns ignorance and says she must be confusing him with someone else.

The next five minutes are a masterpiece. Back at Saul’s house in present day, Carrie finally takes an interest in his unique collection of old red books. She flips through them and notes that each has a date on the inside front cover. 11.14.2009. 3.14.95. 3.5.1987. She lines them up in the living room, by year, next to significant events in the ongoing Russian/American intelligence battle. Chernobyl cover-up in 1986. Gorbachev coup in 1989. Aldrich Ames in 1993. Robert Hanssen in 2000. Crimea in 2014. Active measures in the 2016 election. 

In his NY hotel room, Saul has a book delivery for one Professor Rabinow. Send it right up.

Carrie surveys her makeshift timeline. She picks up the next book, Vanity Fair. The subtitle on the inside reads “A NOVEL WITHOUT A HERO,” in case the audience had any doubts. She picks up another and notices the Russian spelling of “Moscow” on the inside back cover. She begins flipping through others in the timeline looking for the same tag. No, no, no, yes. She smiles that same knowing, exhilarated smile. It really is like a high. She whittles the Moscow books down to just eight now.

Saul gets his package, which is—whoulda thunk?!—an old red book, and takes it into the bathroom. Carrie examines one of the books, flipping through the pages. She checks the back cover—maybe something hidden in the lining?—but no luck.

Saul flips this new book upside down, brings the covers up in a ‘V’ to expose a space on the spine. In his living room, Carrie does the same thing. There it is: an opening, just small enough for a message. Carrie exhales, eyes wide, at the discovery. Delicately Saul retrieves a small piece of paper and holds it up to the light. He reads: “THE PRICE HAS ALREADY BEEN ASKED. IT’S YEVGENY GROMOV’S PLAY.”

A middle-aged Ben Savage playing a young Saul Berenson walks through the streets of Berlin late at night before he’s accosted by some Soviets requesting his papers. They think he’s CIA. He gets a few punches in (yes, Saul!) before running down a dead-end alley. All of a sudden he hears gunshots, braces for injury. But it’s the men who’ve been shot, and by the English teacher Anna. “Do you trust me now?” she says.

In present day, Saul stands silently in his hotel room, contemplating this new knowledge. Carrie’s lied to him about Yevgeny, that much he knows. But what else has she kept from him?

Carrie also has new knowledge, and she’s taking it straight to Yevgeny. Charlotte Benson drives her to a huge, empty mansion to speak with him.

Charlotte: Empty for two years. Owners are asking too much. Carrie: Hey, just like our show!

Charlotte leads her to a room and computer where Yevgeny is waiting on a video conference. Carrie is not at all pleased to see her Russian boyfriend.

She says that the asset exists. Yevgeny is the opposite of enthusiastic. Saul probably recruited her in East Berlin in 1986. She knows how they communicate. “How?” Yevgeny asks. “That’s not how this works,” Carrie replies, trying to maintain the upper hand for as long as possible. Yevgeny asks for a name. Carrie doesn’t have it but can get it if he provides some KGB records. She needs some stuff from the language school, but Yevgeny explains it’s all lost, burned by the “freedom lovers” after the Berlin Wall came down. They’ve gone down this road before, did Carrie really think she was the first to figure out that connection?

Carrie gets frustrated and nearly walks out of the meeting when Yevgeny reminds her of the stakes at play: America and Pakistan on the literal brink of full-scale war.

Yevgeny: Besides, you haven’t done everything you can. Carrie: Meaning what? Yevgeny: Take out Saul. That will neutralize the asset. Carrie: Saul has a legacy plan. If he goes, he has a plan to pass the asset onto someone else. Yevgeny: Yes, exactly. And that someone else is … Carrie: [mind blown] Yevgeny: …you. Carrie: You… you played me. You knew it would come to this. How long have you been planning this? Do you derive extra special pleasure from fucking with me?  Yevgeny: I hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but like you said, you tried everything.

He tells her to do it—to kill Saul. Her eyes fill with tears as she shuts the computer and walks out. The lights go black behind her.

[ithoughtuknewme]

Friday April 9th,2020

He hurt me. He left his email open on my lap top. I'm a nosy bitch. So I felt that I should be able to go thorugh his lap top because he's always so secretive when he's texting. Like he'll kind of stop texting when I get near him. I don't think much of it because I trust him and he's always with me. Now a little something about him. He has always been an online chat type of person. He likes to collect people to have and be there for whatever he needs them for. I've always known this. He would express himself a lot more if its over texting or over the phone it's just how he is. So I go through his laptop and I find a folder that says SMS. messages from some girl named Katt.. hundreds of them with 100+ messages in each thread. One disgusting message from some bitch named Phanie which turns a rated x convo. She messaged him first, he says Hi Preciosa... that's a nickname he used on me all the time.. and this was 3 year's into our relationship. and the convo continues like this: P: cuddle? BF: as long as you are okay with my dick sliding into your pussy lips. p: I rather be ther one helping you jack off and be on top. Bf: what are you doing: P: No dressed him: prove it P; I dont want to. Him: can I call you right now? P: sure. The convo ends. I'm pretty sure he called her. His excuse for this one was that he doesnt know her personally, met her on a chat. They exchanged numbers. and he only contacted her that one time because he see's that as porn. That's how he gets off. Disgusted at this point. He said that after that he's never contacted her. I think that's bullshit. I went through his contacts and found her number, Call her. The number was from Ohio. Then I found 2 pictures of some bitch naked, I can't tell if someone send him that picture if he saved it from somewhere. At first I thought it was his ex, seems like he has a type. Why is he with me? Am I the dumbass that stayed no matter what? He kept saying that I was everything to him and without me he had no life. Said that everyone he meets just leaves him. Katt - Most of the messages were him initiating the conversations, He would do most of the asking. one fo the messages, he wished that she was with him in San Diego and he said that when WE were in San Diego for our anniversary. How fucked up is that. He went to Washington for a work thing, for the first day I couldn't get a hold of him for 5 hours, turns out he was also messaging her throughout the whole trip. She should have picked him up at LAX. ugh fuck him!. He's not any different with me then he is with every other person he comes in contact with. I HATE HIM, but I love him. I though that we had something really amaizing but he's looking to get off with someone else. Cheating doesnt always mean physical. I count this as cheating and I'm trying really hard to get passed this. He brought up a lot of dumb things I did, Like trying to makeout with a friend that is a girl, I was drunk and some other dumb stuff. He kept bringing it up and it seemed like what I did was worst and that I shouldn't take it that bad. Wendy - He told her that she can call him only after 10:30pm.. that's when I usually fall asleep. It's like he's a whole completely different person when I'm not with him. I always said that if anyone ever cheated on me, then that would be it. Easy right? we dont have kids together, we are not married nothing is holding me back for ending things. I don't know if I am just confused or this is nothing, but it's really affecting me.

[sooghostwriter]

Bodyguard

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre: Mature,  Romance, Angst (But not love angst), Smut in future chapters

Warnings: Main character under trauma.

Summary: Ae Ra is a singer who has been receiving threatening messages and letters for a while now, but she didn’t give them importance. Until one day the sender decides to act and kidnaps her. Its then when her agency decides that she needs protection, so they hired two bodyguards for her. Mister Do and Mister Park.

Chapter 1

“Thank you, everybody! I had a great night and I hope you did too, one of the reasons I love what I do is this, get to see all of you and share this amazing experience, so thank you, thank you to each one of you, take care on your way back home and I’ll see you all soon” The cheering from the public came to her as a strong burst. She bowed for the last time and walked out the stage waving at the sea of people that came to the last concert of her tour. As she walked to the backstage, everybody involved in the show came to great her. Dancers, band, make-up artist, stylist, everybody.

She walked into her dressing room where her manager gave her a long tight hug. She could swear he was crying. Everyone gets a bit emotional by the end of the tour. She changed into her street clothes, grabbed her bag and walked out her dressing room into the back door where her driver would be waiting for her.

She opened the door and there it was, her modern carriage waiting for her so she could go home and rest for a week. She dashed inside the car, waving at a group of fans who came to greet her. She threw her bags into the back seat and got inside the car, greeting at her usual driver “Goodnight Mister Yo, take me home please” She heard a chuckle coming from the front seat. She looked up, and she didn’t recognize the eyes reflecting in the front mirror “I don’t think I can do that Miss Ji” She didn’t know that voice. That taut, hoarse voice was completely unfamiliar to her. The driver turned on the ignition and started driving at an insanely fast speed. She started shouting, trying to pull down the windows. She knew this wasn’t right. This wasn’t just a change of drivers, which by itself was very strange. This new driver had other intentions. She had started looking for her phone when she lost consciousness. A hand came from behind and covered her nose and mouth with a wet piece of clothing. The sting of odor hurt her head and felt like fire up her nose. The last thing she registered was the screen of her phone showing that her call had been answered. She tried to scream but she couldn’t. Maybe her manager would suspect. Maybe some fans saw the strange behavior of the van. Maybe Mister Yo would arrive and noticed that her usual client wasn’t there waiting for him. There were at least 15.000 people on that Arena. Someone, just one person must have seen something. This was going to end. She would be alright.

+ Kyung Soo and Chanyeol walked into their boss office but he wasn’t there yet. His secretary told them to wait for him. Chanyeol started fidgeting with the tip of his tie as Kyung Soo remained composed as a statue “Aren’t you nervous?” He asked Kyung Soo “For what?” “Why they called us here, for example, our last job ended last week, what if there is no new client, you think they are going to fire us?” Kyung Soo remained calm, which made Chanyeol feel a little bit less worried, just a little bit “We have been working here for 5 years, I don’t think is convenient for them to fire us, they would have to pay us, is cheaper for them to have us here…don’t worry, they would assign us our new client, that’s all” Chanyeol nodded at him, 100% convinced by his partner’s words. Their boss arrived a couple of minutes later, holding two big folders and a very pleased smile “We got a new client” He said very cheerfully, sitting across them “And is a big one, you now miss Ji Ae Ra?” “THE IDOL?!” Kyung Soo was startled by the loud shout of his friend “The idol…maybe you heard about her kidnapping some days ago…she ran away from her captors, but that was only the tip of the iceberg, she has been getting threatening letters,  phone calls and emails for a month now, the police haven’t helped a whole lot, and the people behind the threatens got physical now, so her agency asked for protection” “What would be our job?” Asked Kyung Soo, trying to tune down his surprise “Shouldn’t be too hard, but since she has a very weird schedule, you need to be always ready, we are talking 24/7 vigilance, outside and inside her agency, house and extras like tv shows, fan meetings etc, one of you needs to be with her all the time” “Yes sir” They answered at the same time “She is currently living in a hotel room, but she is moving back to her house right now, the information you need is in this file” He handed them the folders he was caring before “By the way, no bodyguards outfit, she doesn’t want to worry her fans, so she wants you two to pretend you are just part of her staff, just street clothing” Both nodded, already focused on their assigned work “Questions?” Kyung Soo raised his hand, his eyes focused on the folder “We have to present ourselves at her house tomorrow?” “Yes, she will be waiting for you both there since she will be working at her home studio” The three of them stayed for an hour covering details regarding their new job and Kyung Soo and Chanyeol were politely invited to leave the place because their boss had another meeting. They went to the building’s cafeteria to come out with different plans to work with their new protégé. “You seem happy” Chanyeol commented as he munched his sandwich meanwhile Kyung Soo wrote some notes on his notebook “I’m always happy, I just don’t show it so openly” “Sure, sure, so you are happy that we are working with an idol?” “Sure” Chanyeol knew he could stir the pot a little bit more. Kyung Soo was very focused on his notes, and those were the perfect moments to get more information from him “You are happy that we are working with this particular idol?” Kyung Soo didn’t even react to the question, he only answered “I really admire her” Chanyeol lifted his fist triumphally “Yeah, admire her, you like her you liar! who’s picture you had next to your bed when we were doing our service” “She was my emotional support idol, nothing more” Chanyeol laughed at it, Kyung Soo retorts always made him laugh “Look, I know you like her, is ok I can understand that, just remain professional ok?” “Are you trying to mentor me?” He asked, looking at him with a grimace “Leave me alone, you are the one who is in love with our next client” “I’m not in love!” Everyone around them looked in their direction, and it was clearly Chanyeol’s fault, so he kicked him under the table. Chanyeol almost turned the table because of his over-exaggerated reaction.

++

The next morning, they drove together to Miss Ji’s house. Or Ae Ra’s house.  Kyung Soo didn’t know how to call her, so he asked his partner “I think Miss Ji is good enough, she is Miss Ji, we are Mister Do and Mister Park, How about that?” “Appropriate, good thinking”

They parked outside the two-floor house, located almost at the top of a hill in a fancy neighborhood in the north of Seoul. The first thing they did was check the perimeter in their way to her house. Kyung Soo took pictures from the surroundings to create a database on his head, just in case. Chanyeol admired his methodical work in this kind of jobs, he was glad he had him as a partner, so he didn’t have to do all that boring job. They arranged their things and themselves and went out of the car to her house “Chanyeol?, I think I don’t need to remind you that the fact that I’m one of her fans is a secret right?” “I would never Mister Do” “Good Mister Park” A tall middle age man opened the gait for them. He looked like the school teacher who is never popular between his students, not because he is bad, but because he is meh, he just doesn’t capture anyone’s attention. Kyung Soo knew him better though. He was Ae Ra’s manager. Mister Min. He was known to be a very serious man, very strict and very protective with Ae Ra, but a sweet man overall “I’m so glad you are both here, Ae Ra is at her studio downstairs with a friend, she would be here soon, meanwhile, can I offer you anything” He said as he walked them inside the house “No thanks, we would like to check the house, would that be ok?” “Oh, don’t need to ask, you are free to do what you need, now this is your house too” “Thank you, we appreciate the trust, Mister Park would check the inside of the house and I will check the garden” They excused themselves and started working. Kyung Soo walked around the garden slowly, checking the fences, the length of the threes, how much could the neighbor see from their houses, and all those tiny details that could threaten the peace of their client’s life. He realized he had walked around for almost an hour, so he went inside the house to talk to Chanyeol. He knew where he was immediately because he could hear his laughs. Kyung Soo walked inside the kitchen and found Chanyeol talking with Mister Min, Ae Ra’s manager, and Ae Ra herself. He clenched his fist, trying to control himself. Yes, Chanyeol was right, he liked her, but he was a very casual fan. He had all her records, yes, but he never went to one of her concerts. He watched all her TV appearances, yes, but he never bought a magazine with her face on it. He supported her, but he never lost his chill over her. But she was there now. She was real. She looked just like in the video of the single from her third album ‘You bet’, jeans, a printed t-shirt and her long, black hair up in a ponytail. He was just a tiny bit mesmerized, but he kept it cool, professional. Somebody had to do it since Chanyeol was drinking coffee and laughing with them. “Ah, there he is!, this is Mister Do Kyung Soo, my partner” Chanyeol walked to him, and grabbed his forearm pulling him inside the kitchen. Ae Ra walked around the kitchen isle to meet him. She bowed at him and Kyung Soo was conscious enough to do the same. Ae Ra introduced herself, glad to feel a very trustful aura coming from her two new co-workers “Mister Do, I was telling Mister Park what a relief is two have you both here, as you know I’m in need of some help” “Miss Ji was telling me about how she ran away from her captors, sit down so she can tell us the rest” Kyung Soo was relieved that at least Chanyeol was using the name they agreed on, he hoped he did at least a good check on the security inside the house. He sat down next to his partner and thank Ae Ra for the cup of coffee she gave him “I was telling Mister Park about the amount of cursing I threw at them, just to put them off, I woke up as they were pulling me out of the car, they knocked me out with chloroform, but they didn’t use enough I guess, I was about to freak out, but then I remember something I saw once in a TV show, I needed to stay calm, so I did that, I waited until they opened my door and I jumped out of the car, I didn’t look around, I just focused on run, my legs were kind of numb, so I just focused on not tripping on something and run fast, thank god I’m a good runner, I ran for around 20 minutes until I found someone, it was a worker from the road who was doing some maintenance in a couple of lighting posts, he called everyone immediately” His manager was shaking his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose “I can’t believe you were so lucky” “I know, everything could have ended so badly, I’m glad I’m here” “And that’s why we hired your services” Ae Ra looked at his manager and then at her new bodyguards, feeling lighter for the first time in a while. She never feared the letters or the calls she had been getting. Mostly because she knew she wasn’t alone, and now with these two guys adding to the equation, she felt even safer. She just wished all this came to an end because she wasn’t very worried about all this, but all the people around her were, from her mom to her stylist. Kyung Soo took note of everything they said. Ae Ra’s manager gave them the details regarding the letters and calls. There was a police investigation going on, but with no avail. It wasn’t like he and Chanyeol will solve the case, that wasn’t their job. But this was related to her surroundings, and they needed to have a clear view regarding possible threats. Chanyeol made the questions and Kyung Soo wrote down the details. In the middle of the interview Mister Min had to leave for a meeting, so they stayed with Ae Ra. They were talking about her schedule when Chanyeol got a call and he left the room to answer the phone. Kyung Soo didn’t register this quite clearly since he was checking his notes, so he was startled when she called his name “Mister Park says you are a fan of my work” Fuck him, fuck Park Chanyeol and his stupid face and ears and height. He was going to ask for a change of partners. Fuck it, he was going to get him fired. Ae Ra saw the discomfort in his face, so she was quick to clarify “Please don’t worry, I hope we can work well together, I’m glad that I get to work with someone that I can trust” Ok, fuck Park Chanyeol a little bit less. He bowed at her, not sure how to answer, so he just remained polite “I hope you can collaborate with us” “Yes, for sure, I was told that you two are in charge from now on” “Yes” “Well, as a fan, you must know that I suck at following instructions, but I respect your work and I understand how difficult this situation is, so I will follow yours and Park’s orders diligently…I will try” Kyung Soo didn’t grab what she said at the end “Sorry?” He asked her to repeat herself “Nothing” She only smiled at him, a smile that was very familiar, but he was seeing for the first time in person. He couldn’t avoid feeling a bit nervous. Chanyeol came back announcing that he was going to take the first night shift because they needed him at the agency tomorrow.

+++ Kyung Soo arrived at her house at 8 am to change positions with Chanyeol. He gave him a small summary regarding any event. There was none. “She spends a lot of time at her studio though, and I checked the place and the only way to get in is through the door, also there’s no place to hide there, so that’s good, what else?...nothing, she makes a very good  coffee and she gave me breakfast, yours is waiting for you” “Ok buddy see you tomorrow, by the way, thanks for telling her I’m her fan” Kyung Soo made sure to spit venom through his eyes and tongue when he said that to Chanyeol. He backed up, his head down and hands up “I’m so sorry, I just spilled it, it was a moment of weakness” Kyung Soo only glared at him and walked inside the house.

Breakfast was indeed waiting for him. He already had his protein bar and a cup of coffee, but he wasn’t going to refuse it. So, he ate a bit of egg and toasts. Chanyeol was right, she prepared an amazing coffee. He made sure to let her now “Well, coffee is one of the dishes that I prepare the best” She joked, and to her surprise, he laughed. And it was adorable. When she met Mister Do yesterday, she was a bit struck by how stoic his presence was. She was intimidated by him and in a bad way. His deep voice was way too serious, and his eyes made him look as if he was having a bad time. His shaved head and thick eyebrows didn’t help. But when she talked to him, she realized that it was just his image. And now that she saw him laugh, she was sure he just looked serious and scary. Because his eyes, nose and lips transformed when he laughed, and he went from stoic to babyface. Also, during his shift, Mister Park gave her a full heads up regarding his friend and colleague. Whatever she asked, he would answer. It was amusing how different they were. Yet she was kind of jealous about their partnership. They were like a duet. Sony and Cher. Mister Do was Cher.

Watching Mister Do eat was very pleasing. He ate with delight, in silence, tiny dimples forming at the corner of his lips, a frown of concentration on his face and he made sure to not make any sound while he chewed. It occurred to her that he was the best in his class. She couldn’t avoid but ask “No I wasn’t, quite the opposite, I hated school, I only enjoyed recess, what makes you think that?” “You look very put together” “I wasn’t the class clown, but I wasn’t a top student either, I just look like this, people often assume that though” People never had a clear view of who he was. They always saw him as a grumpy old man, or a goody church boy, as Ae Ra did right now. He didn’t consider himself any of those, although his friends often told him that he was both.

Her schedule said that they had a photoshoot at a hotel on the other side of Seoul, so they had to leave around 11. Kyung Soo was introduced to Mister Yo, Ae Ra’s driver, a man in his fifties who had been driving her for five years. He sat in the front seat next to him, and he gave him all the details regarding the day of the kidnapping “I was told to pick her up at 12 right after the concert, normally I arrive 10 minutes early, I went to the back door and someone told me that I had to go to the other back door…I obeyed, of course, I should have been more careful, time passed and miss Ae Ra didn’t arrive, I called her and her phone was dead, I called Mister Min and he told me she was gone, after that it all went nuts. I did my best to remember who gave me the fake info, but I just couldn’t” The man looked frustrated and saddened by his own story “Mister Yo, don’t keep thinking about it, police say it could be just some rando they paid to tell you that, it’s in the past” She patted his shoulder, but Kyung Soo saw how he remained worried and regretful. But Ae Ra was right, there was no one to blame, yet.

Kyung Soo met boredom that day at the hotel. One hour of make-up and hair, one hour of getting the outfits together and then 2 hours of staying in front of the camera. Of course, she looked lovely in all of them, but the photographer didn’t think the same, apparently. Or he just really love having her in front of the camera.

By 6 they were finally ready. She walked to him and patted his arm in support, he hoped he didn’t look mad or tired. Because he wasn’t. He was just bored. They took her and her manager to another room where she could get ready to leave. Her own crew was waiting for her there so she could be ready for the recording of a TV appearance. Kyung Soo was introduced to Byun Baekhyun, her make-up artist, Kim Minseok, her hairstylist and Oh Sehun her stylist “Waaa, another handsome man for your harem” Commented Baekhyun and the other two nodded “Leave him alone, or he is going to kick your ass” Answered Mister Min, and Kyung Soo was grateful for it. He informed them about the job Kyung Soo was doing, and the three men were glad to hear about it “Finally she asked for help” Stated one of them. Ae Ra went into the bathroom without being noticed and came back with her eyes blown up like plates, her lower lip trembled, and her hands were shaking when she grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him with her into the bathroom. Kyung Soo instinctively brought his hand to the small gun attached to his waist. She opened the door and pointed at the mirror where a small piece of paper, like a post-it, was stuck. He walked towards it so he could inspect it, with Ae Ra following him closely. - Rats don’t live long – It said with  horrifying handwriting “Take that out!” Shouted one of the guys, but Kyung Soo stopped him “No one touches anything in this bathroom, we need to call the police, they need fingerprints, and I need to ask, did any of you used the bathroom when you arrived?” Minseok was quick to answer “No, the tree of us arrived at the same time, just 5 minutes before you guys arrived” Kyung Soo believed them. Anyway, the police could confirm all that with the security cameras of the hotel. Kyung Soo looked at Ae Ra, and she looked mad. Not scared, not jittery. Just mad. She was frowning and her hands were resting on her hips, her right foot tapping the floor. Kyung Soo felt mad with himself too. He completely underestimated the situation. He should have checked the room before she got inside, if only he knew about this change of plans. From now on, Ji Ae Ra couldn’t get inside a room before he or Chanyeol had checked on it.

The police arrived and as Mister Do said, they check every corner for fingerprints. They put the note in a tiny plastic bag and took the statement of Baekhyun, Minseok and Sehun.

They all rode the van to the next location in dead silence. Mister Min sat next to Mister Yo, her style crew in the back and she sat next to Kyung Soo. There was this very heavy aura coming from him. He was angry, that was clear, but there was more there “Are you okay Mister Do?” Kyung Soo was shocked by the question. Why would she be worried? She should be the one worried and terrified “I’m not okay” He answered. Just that. Ae Ra had to dig a bit more “Are you concerned?” “Yes” She kept digging “Are you annoyed?” “Very” She imagined that much “Why?” “They were there, maybe before we arrived, or meanwhile we were in the next room, I should have been more careful, also we need to change our approach, we underestimated this” He looked at Ae Ra as she was looking ahead absentmindedly “Are you okay Miss Ji?” She looked at him startled and took a second to answer, “I’m not okay” She answered, quoting him “I’m very mad, I’m not scared, yet, now I have you and Mister Park next to me, so I feel assured, I just don’t like how vulnerable this makes me feel… hey! let’s talk about this tomorrow when Mister Park comes, for now, I want to focus on my next job, Baek!” She shouted to the back, and the guy jolted on his seat “Yes?” “Sing something so we can relax” “Roger! I’m going to sing Naruto’s opening theme” Kyung Soo was surprised that he actually did that, and he was even more surprised when he did so with a beautiful voice.

The recording of the variety show took three hours. This time he wasn’t that bored since he got to hang out with the other guys. As they were waiting for Ae Ra, they told him everything they knew about the situation. Baekhyun was especially talkative, he was worried about his friend and co-worker. Kyung Soo took the liberty to ask them who they thought was the culprit “I think is an anti, Minseok thinks is an ex-boyfriend, Sehun thinks is people from another agency” “No, is definitely an ex-boyfriend, remember two years ago, Ae Ra only dated idiots, at least one of them was a psycho, all men are” Stated Minseok, clearly forgetting that he was in fact, a man “No, is definitely people from another agency trying to scare her,  Ae Ra has been topping the lists for years now, nonstop, maybe they want some time free from her, jokes on them, this makes her stronger” The tree of them nodded, Baekhyun even high fived Sehun. Kyung Soo found all three possibilities probable. He needed to write down all this new information.

Mister Yo drove them home by midnight. Kyung Soo asked her to stay in the front door until he gave her a signal to come in “Are you kidding me?” She answered, and Kyung Soo did his best to look more serious than before “From now on, I’m inspecting the house before you come in” “Mister Do” She tried to refute, but he stopped her raising his hand “Please Miss Ji, let me do my job” She couldn’t say anything else, his expression didn’t leave room for any complaint. That intimidating feeling she got from Mister Do the day she met him was back. Maybe worse than before. She took a step back and signaled him to go on. After 10 minutes he was back, his posture less tense than before “Everything clear” “You think they could break into my house?” “I was sure they wouldn’t, but after what happened today, I’m not sure, I need to be one step ahead” She understood. She was quite shocked by what happened. For now, she should follow what he said. It was the smart thing to do.

Kyung Soo was ready to go to bed when his stomach grumbled. Ae Ra was walking in front of him and hear it “May I offer you something to eat?” “I’ll take care of it, you should go to sleep” “I’m not tired, I’m hungry too, but I better eat something light, I already gain 4 pounds” Kyung Soo couldn’t avoid looking at her head to toe. To his bad luck, she saw him “I know it doesn’t show, but the TV will notice it, haters too” “You care?” She laughed drily “No…well, I care just a little bit, but you know, is important, and is easier to sing and dance if I stay fit, you must understand” He nodded. It felt like an intimate issue, so he didn’t want to comment on it. He ate a sandwich and a cup of tea, she ate a light salad and a glass of water. They were in silence, but Kyung Soo felt her eyes on him. She was unsettled. Her foot kept taping the floor, her eyebrows were knitted together and the hand that was resting on top of the table formed a tight fist. He could tell she wanted to say something, ask something “Mister Do?” And she finally did “Yes?” “I heard Baek say something today, and it worried me a lot…you think there’s a possibility that bullets could be involved in all this mess” He chewed the last bite of his sandwich with calm, pondering his answer, Ae Ra looked at him expectantly “I don’t think your attackers are that radical” She trusted him, but she couldn’t quite believe in his answer, someone who kidnaps could also grab a gun and shoot  “Ok, but if there are bullets…I don’t want you to get involved” “Sorry?” “What you heard” She held his stare, and she saw his lips twitch a tiny bit. Was he amused? “It’s my job to do that” “No, your job is to take care of me, protect me, taking a bullet is much more than that, it is too much! You can control the possibilities, but you can’t get in the middle” “I insist, is my job” “No, is not, do I have to sign something?” His lips twitched again. She wasn’t being funny, she did her best to sound dead serious “Actually, yes, there’s a form you need to sign” “Then I’m doing it, none of you are putting your lives in danger for me, it would be a waste if you are risking your life for someone let that someone be the president or…I don’t know, someone who dedicates their lives to help the poor or something like that, not me” Apparently, her short monologue got him because he didn’t look amused anymore. He was back to seriousness. He drank a long sip from his cup and stood up, bringing his dishes to the zinc. He came back to his seat and stood behind his chair “I understand if that’s what you want, I will take care of the paperwork…but I would like you to not look down on the importance of your existence, maybe you are not saving or changing the world, but you are definitely helping some people” He bowed and walked outside the kitchen. Ae Ra stayed there, mouth wide open, fork hanging from her hand, about to fall. She stayed like that for a long while.

Notes: You must have realized that I write Kyung Soo (all separated) and I write Chanyeol, Sehun, Baekhyun (all together) and this is only because of the aesthetics. I like how Kyung Soo looks more than Kyungsoo.

Also, I started using Grammarly and I’m so happy with it. Just the free version helps a lot. 

Thanks for reading, and please, if you liked it, reblog. It helps us writers so much. Whenever I read a fic I like, I comment and reblog. I know how great it feels when someone does that with your work. 

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scars Ch. 6 - Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your soulmate’s.

[Masterlist]

Summary: Sometimes your worst enemy is yourself.

Warnings: Angst ending with liiiiight fluff.

Words: 3177

Chapter 6: Approach

“You can’t stay in there forever, Buck!”

Not even his best friend Steve could convince him from doing so. It was like he hadn’t even moved an inch since they got here a few days ago. At least he was eating and drinking, but that was it. He wouldn’t answer any of you, and sleep was impossible to him in his current state.

He was numb, lost and confused. And the pain wouldn’t stop. There was no way to redeem himself - or at least he felt that way.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled, “But I have to go to work now.”

God, you were still so exhausted. Every night you’d wake up from nightmares several times, bathed in sweat and breathing like you had just ran a marathon.

Sadly, you had to go. Those first few days, you called in sick and took some time to pull yourself together - but you couldn’t stay sick for too long. You were a workaholic all this time before, and they’d get worried. The risk of them paying you a visit to look if you needed any help would get too high. Well, your colleagues were really nice people, now that you thought about it.

“It’s alright” Steve assured you, giving you a hug to bid you goodbye “I’ll care for him. Thank you again, for everything!”

In contrast to what Steve said: For the rest of the day, nothing was right.

You couldn’t concentrate even if your life would depend on it, always thinking back at how the poor Bucky was rotting in your room - and it was your fault. Even your patients realized something was off, since you couldn’t force yourself to smile even the slightest bit. On your breaks, you stared out of the window, buried in thoughts this whole time. And you were watching the clock until you could finally go home again.

Just a sick friend you wanted to care for, you told your colleagues when they asked you what’s wrong. It wasn’t a lie, actually.

Understandably, your mind was in conflict about what you should do, but you had the whole day to think about it: You’d talk to him. Face to face. You wanted, no, needed to be strong. For him.

“I’m back” you said grumpily as you closed the door behind you.

Steve’s look said it all: Bucky hadn’t come out yet, even while you were away.

“He’s not even talking to you?” The Super Soldier squinched his eyes shut and muttered a “No”. Damn, what a blockhead that man seemed to be.

“You’re burying my whole apartment in paperwork, Rogers” you mocked as you pushed away some folders and files from your kitchen table, to make room for your bag.

“I’m going to make spaghe-” your casual chat ended abruptly when a photo fell out of the folders - showing Bucky, lying on a operation table, covered in blood. You picked it up, feeling tears emerging in your eyes the longer you looked at it. He looked like a corpse - no, even worse. Quickly, Steve snatched the picture out of your hand.

“This is some stuff I collected those past years at one of HYDRA’s old hideouts” he explained. “After he escaped them, I tried to find him all this time - but instead of any clues, I found this. I know it’s painful to look at, but all of this is evidence that he didn’t do any of his crimes on purpose.”

“Did he consider going to therapy?” you whispered with a grim tone, making Steve wiggle his eyes playfully, silently judging you.

“Okay” you added, “I get it. Maybe I’ll take this as an opportunity to start one, too.” You chuckled. “That would be a weird couple therapy, huh?”

Did you just say ‘couple’? As if that could ever work out between you two. Too much had happened. And yet...

“Lay down for a bit. I bet you didn’t allow yourself to have a break ever since I left. I’ll cook, and then...”

“No need to” he answered, full of resolve. “Is it okay to get my stuff to your home office? You’ll have more space here, and I can work in peace.”

“Did you just try to politely say I’m annoying you, Cap?” You wondered how you were able to laugh so carefree while someone else in this house was suffering at that same moment. “It’s okay. I’ll bring you some food later.”

While you were cooking, you began to wonder. Steve is worried about bothering you with cooking and all that stuff, but you didn’t mind. It was fine, actually. You’d even say you wanted this.

You inherited this house from your parents, who wanted to flee here to escape HYDRA - but they were found in your homeland and got killed before they could move to this place. It was so big...way too big for a single person. And it was lonely sometimes. So knowing someone to be here was a nice variety.

“Here you go” said, placing the plate on a free spot of the desk. Steve was still buried deep into all kinds of paperwork, currently being on the phone with someone.

“Please, Y/N” you suddenly heared him whisper just as you were about to leave the room. “If you’re going to talk to him, you have to be sure you’re 100% sure that you’re ready for it.”

You didn’t answer - because you didn’t know if you were.

How long had your hand been on that handle now?

Opening the door felt like the most difficult task in the world for you. Right now, you’d only feel fear about what the reunion with him would awaken inside of you.

“No” you thought, wiping some tears of negative anticipation out of your face. “Since when am I so sensitive? Everything will be fine...”

“B-Bucky?” you stuttered as you stepped into the completely back room. “I- uh, I’m sorry for coming in just like this. But, well...it’s my house, and I got a spare key.”

Bucky sat in a corner of the dark room, his back leaning against the wall. Oviously, he wasn’t exactly glad that you tried to get close to him. But damn, you simply had the loveliest voice that has ever graced his ears...

Even in this almost entirely dark room, you could clearly see the rings under his eyes. He looked like the perfect picture of misery, and your chest stirred at this sight.

At first, he shot you a menacing glare, but tried to relax his expression, still eyeing you warily as you stepped inside.

“Y/N...”  His voice alone was enough to make you jump. It was the same as the Winter Soldier, even though softer - but still, every time he’d open his mouth it would cause you to shiver, instantly tensing as you tried to not lose control over your own body again.

He immediaely realized the obvious effect his voice had on you, so he didn’t say anything else. His head turned away from you, and you could see him flinch when you raised the blinds of the room and opened the windows, letting some fresh air hit his face.

“Keep on talking” you said as you slowly approached him, “It’s okay. I can bear with it.”

The light you saw in his eyes was fright - or wonder...perhaps a bit of both.

“You shouldn’t be around me” he stated. As you sat down next to him, he tried to get some distance between the two of you in an instant.

“Steve is worried about you” was your firm answer, shyly adding “And so am I.”

He arched his brow, tilting his head to the side to face you again. Here they were again: Those sapphire blue eyes, closer than ever before. But this time, you could even find some beauty in them.

“Are you alright being here?” His voice was deep and rough, but gravely concerned. It also sounded a bit hoarse, as if he’d been crying all day. Wasn’t unlikely, since his red eyes just strenghtened that theory.

You were still shaking so hard even a blind person would notice. Plus: All that evident distress, showing clearly on your face. “No, I’m not really okay. But it doesn’t matter” you said, stumbling over your own words.

All those past years, you only ever wanted to be close to him - but right now, that you knew the truth, you couldn’t even stand to breathe the same air as him.

Your behaviour was contradictionary. He could fully understand if you’d act accordingly: To hate and fear him. Yet, even though you were apparently still very frightened just by his presence alone, your words were kind and soft.

He tried to get up and away from you, but felt too weak and simply plumped down to the floor again. “I’m fine on my own. Thanks for your concern” he said without a single trace of emotion in his voice.

But his struggling was to no avail - you’d stay.

Both of you were so insecure, carefully tiptoeing around each other and unsure what to do next.

“I’m sorry.” He said it so many times before, but this was the first time it wasn’t just words written on your skin.

Your answer was plain, but the truth: “It wasn’t you, was it? Steve said so.”

Yes, it wasn’t him. Hydra messed his mind up so badly, it hurt you to even think about it. He never wanted to do any of this.

“Still, they made me do it. With my own hands. They used me for this. It would be a lie to say I had nothing to do with it. And disrespectful towards the victims.”

You sighed at his words. He really seemed to hate himself, and even though you did your own part to make him think like that, you couldn’t accept it staying that way.

Rolling up your sleeve, you revealed an unsighty scar. At the first second, he didn’t understand. But then it hit him like a truck - it was a burn mark.

“Pretty ugly, huh? They’re all over my body. Last thing I knew was that I woke up in the hospital. I'’m pretty proud that I managed to get out of the burning house back then.”

Bucky’s glare was locked at your wounds before he’d face the ground once again, ashamed of his actions. “You're still beautiful” he whispered so quietly you didn’t even hear it. Maybe it was also the fact that your heart was racing so fast, it was drowning any other sound for you.

Pulling your knees towards your torso, you kept on talking: “But they are a sign that I fought. And I’m here now. An old lady once told me I should never let the past distract me from the possibilitie of the future. And so should you. I know they took your previous life, but...well, you can start anew here. Make up for everything and lead a happy life...one day. I’d love to help you catch up on all the things you’ve missed.”

Then, he would finally look up from the ground to face you - a weak smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Your words seemed to have reached him. A shiver went down your spine as your glare met his again, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you again. He stared pretty obviously and a little too intense, as if he was trying to memorize every single one of your facial features, afraid you’d never be this close to him again.

He sunk into the ocean of your beautiful orbs, before his glare wandered over to your arm. You winced, and tried to surpress a scream when he touched the scar - making him realize he reached out for you with his cybernetic arm. Seeing your trembling body right next to his made him want to curl you up in his arms so badly - but he knew it wouldn’t have the calming effect he wished for.

You felt your heart race even faster than before, but it also pained you that you were still so weak. Bucky did nothing wrong.

Bucky grabbed his head between his hands, muttering “S-sorry...I didn’t want...” But his vocal cords seemed to still being weakened from all the crying those past days. Still, it his voice had a nice and friendly tone - nothing like the one yelling at your parents to tell them what he wanted to know.

“That’s my problem and mine alone” you explained. And you meant it. “It’s not your fault. It’s the Winter Soldier that I’m afraid of, not you.”

“No, it’s just as you said. I’m a broken weapon, but I also can’t become human again. I could snap at any second so I shouldn’t be near anyone. But I don’t want to make Steve any more sad so I need to live on, I guess.”

Before he could even speak the last word of that sentence, he felt your palm brushing his cheek. It was just for a second before you hastily pulled back, but you did it. You touched him out of your own accord. And now you just kneeled in front of him, looking at him with wide, teary eyes.

“Don’t say something like that. Please...I-I mean...I've already forgiven you, Bucky! So please, don’t talk so badly about yourself!”

His breathing hitched at your pleading tone, and he searched for the glimpse of a lie at your face - but the gentle shine glimmering up in your eyes told him it was the truth.

“I don’t deserve this” Bucky answered, but gave you an earnest, reassuring smile. He tried, even though you couldn’t change how lowly he thought of himself right now. It would be a long way...

“Good thing you don’t have a say in that matter of who I forgive and who not” you chuckled. “I-I really regret those harsh words I said. It wasn’t fair. And I don’t want you to feel bad for me freaking out. I don’t do this on purpose - it’s just...well, when I see you, my body reacts on it’s own, I can’t change it.”

Wow. You were so bad at comforting you wanted to open a hole and immediately bury yourself into it. Quickly, you tried changing the topic, getting up on your feet again. “And now, you really need to take a bath and get some rest afterwards. Dinner’s ready, too! So don’t you dare declining my offer!”

Confidently, even though still shaking, you turned around and got out of the room - Bucky following you like a lost puppy.

“Make yourself at home, okay?” you demanded with the most charming smile he’s ever seen as you placed some fresh towels and new clothes on the cupboard. He nodded obediently at you, before you closed the door and started reheating the spaghetti.

When he was done and stepped into the kitchen, you were sitting there, reading as you were waiting for him. 

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky whispered hesistantly, and you pointed at one of the doors in the back.

“At my home office, working without any end. You sure got a wonderful friend.”

“I do” he mumbled as you put a plate of spaghetti in front of his face, and suddenly he snickered weirdly.

“First I got such a loyal best friend, and now a caring Soulmate. Not really a surprise, considering the kind of mess I am.”

“Well, Steve and I are sure a piece of work, too” you couldn't help but chuckle along with him, even though the topic was kinda sad. “We sure are an interesting trio.”

It was such a small thing to just watch him eating, but it made hope swell in your chest. He was a kind soul, even if broken. Yet his eyes had a weird mixture of saying “Come near me and I’ll kill you” and “I’m afraid, please don’t hurt me!”

Bucky didn’t mind you watching him, even though he was way more nervous than he would ever admit, not even to himself.

You wondered about it. Bucky was quiet and reserved, nothing like Steve had described his friend: Once he seemed to have been very upfront, cheerful, and easy to open up to people. An idol for everyone. And now, he was so silent. So mistrusting...maybe it’ll get better, given time...

“I hope it wasn’t all that bad” you cooed, and your gentle attitude made it easier for him to be at your side - even though he still felt that it was a bad idea.

“No, it tasted fine. Thank you very much” he mumbled into his beard, this whole time showing his sweet little sulk. Ugh...he’d need a shave, too. Maybe tomorrow.

You stood up, waving a hand as a sign for him to follow you. “And now, for the love of god: Sleep! If not for yourself, please do it for me!”

Steve was still sitting in your office room and leaned back on the chair, grinning widely as he heared every word the two of you exchanged.

Bucky layed down onto the bed for the first time, after you’d scold him about never using it, while Steve had to sleep on the couch. Okay, it wasn’t really as if Steve was sleeping that much anyway. Those two really are a bunch.

“Sleep well, Bucky” you whispered carefully, even daring to get a strand of hair out of his face. You started to admire his handsome features - the same you caught yourself staring at this whole evening already.

That warm smile you offered him somehow managed to make his chest feel slightly lighter, and his drained body would do the rest of the work, as he felt his eyelids falling shut without his consent.

You stayed a while and simply sat on the edge of his bed, humming a little song to help him fall asleep. It was amazing how well you could control yourself when it came to helping him - even though you felt like you were collapsing into yourself on the inside.

Even in sleep he still looked troubled, as if he was unable to find peace even in sleep. He had something of a fallen angel, you thought.

It was weird: Seeing him like that made your heartbeat rapidly slow down. He didn’t look scary at all. Just like a man you really wanted to care for - and be close with.

You pulled the blanket over his shoulder and neck and bid him one last, loving look before making your way to the bedroom yourself.

Somehow, the bed felt cold for the first time, even though you were used to sleep alone. But then, you heared Bucky snoring from next door. The sound made you chuckle, a feeling of giddiness and wholeness arising in your chest.

He was actually kinda cute.

And soon, that last thought would put you to sleep.

[Part 7]

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