#hack my husband phone without him knowing

[fangirlmermaid]

Giving me everything

This is part 2 of a Simple Hack, part three

Pairing: Husband!Luke Hughes x Wife!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Pregnancy, Luke being a softie, lightly proofread, Mo and Luke's beef, Grammar and Punctuation mistakes.

Note: For the part that mentions Luke's silly voice, I'm talking about the one he does when he was mic'd up in the EA 25 Cover video.

Whoever came up with the idea that Luke calls his partner Angel, you are a genius because it fits him so well!!!!

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Luke came home completely exhausted, Practice was brutal. All he wanted was to go home to you, his wife.

He dropped his duffle bag next to the door and placed his shoes on the shoe rack. “I’m home!” Luke announced, hanging up his jacket, no answer. Luke knit his eyebrows together. “Angel?” Luke called out, tossing his keys on the table, still no answer.

Luke wondered if you went out with Mo. He looked through his text from you, and no text indicating that you were going out. 

Luke walked into the living room, about to collapse onto the couch, when he heard a muffled voice in the kitchen. Luke smiled, found you.

Luke entered the kitchen, where he found you leaning over the kitchen island, talking on the phone as you wrote something down in a notebook. Luke kissed the top of your head as he walked past you to the fridge to grab water for the two of you.

Luke opened your water and placed it next to the notebook, You mumbled a small thank you.

“Mo…Mo, I said no…I don’t care, Shay Mitchell did it at hers…we’re keeping it simple.” You huffed, writing a note in your notebook for Luke, who was towering behind you

I’m going to kill her. 

Luke chuckled, sliding his hands under your shirt to rub your six-month bump. Ever since your bump first popped out, Luke hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Luke would have you walking around in a crop top if it were up to him. 

Luke gave the most toothiest grin when he felt his child softly kicking the palm of his hand. He will take every chance he gets to bond with his kid or Starfish, as you refer to them. You came up with the nickname when one night you watched SpongeBob and the baby kept moving whenever Patrick Star was talking, making you believe that your baby thought it was Luke talking in his dumb, silly voice.

Luke noticed you pressing a yawn into the back of your hand. Luke frowned.  Did you nap today? Luke discreetly looked at your eyes, where he found bags.

Without thinking it through, Luke took the phone from you. “Mo, I'm hanging up. My wife, who I love very much, needs to nap. You can call her when she wakes up,” Luke told before hanging up. He knew you and Mo were planning the baby shower, but your needs come first.

You stare at him in shock. Luke felt his face grow hot, but he didn’t regret it. He needed to protect and care for you and his kid…his family. Luke kissed your forehead softly before lacing your fingers together and guiding his wife into their bedroom.

“I can’t believe you did that,” You mumbled as Luke helped you into bed. He placed a mountain of pillows against the headboard for his wife. “You're tired, angel. You’re growing our kid,” Luke stated, pulling the blanket under your bump. “You know she wanted two Power Rangers fighting, and whichever one wins is the gender of Starfish,” You explained as Luke pulled up your shirt before placing a kiss on your bump. It was killing Luke to know the gender of his baby, especially since Mo knew the gender before him. “Oh my god,” Luke laughed as he threw off his shirt and sweatpants.     

Luke helped you lay on your side before pulling your back into his chest. Luke protectively wrapped his arm around your bump. Luke placed a kiss on the back of your shoulder “Go to sleep, Angel” Luke mumbled into your shoulder. 

“I love you, bub”

“I love you, angel”

Luke thumb rubbed circles on the top of your bump

“I love you, too, Starfish.”

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You felt something being lightly pressed against your bump repeatedly, You cracked your eyes open and what you made your heart swell.

Luke was facing your bump and placing delicate kisses on it. You tried your best not to squirm. 

“Hi, Starfish” Luke whisper caressing your bump.

“Just three more months. Your mom and I can’t wait to meet you. But PLEASE don’t come when I’m away, I want to be there”

You mentally raised an eyebrow, you knew Luke will panic when the time comes. 

“Uncle Quinn and Uncle Jack are already fighting over for the spot for favorite uncle. They’re spoiling you already, buying you onesies with their numbers on them”

They sent you photos in your group chat. Quinn bought some Star Wars onesies, too. 

“I still have to convince mom into letting me teach you hockey once you’re old enough”

Seeing all the injuries Luke had over the years made you nervous for your kid.

“You know what she wanted you to do instead…Table Tennis”

You felt Starfish kick softly 

“I know. Just spit in our faces why don’t she”  

You bit back a laugh.

Luke placed another soft kiss on your bump “But I love her. Mom is just looking out for you. Starfish you’ll love her too, she’s the most amazing person in the world. When I first met her I knew I we were meant to be”

You could feel your cheek heat up. You opened your eyes “Hi” you whispered running your fingers through his curly hair.

Luke’s face turned red “You were listening?”Luke whined shoving his face into the sheets. You grinned “I couldn’t help it! You were being so cute!” You fluffled up your mountain of pillows so you can sit up. Luke threw the blanket over his head and your bump “It was a private conversation” Luke’s voice muffled by the thick covers.

Luke pressed his noise against the side of your bump “Can you believe this Starfish?!” Luke gasped, you groaned in pain by Starfish kicking you hard “I know!” Luke yelled, You felt another hard kick “Stop turning Starfish against me” You giggled lifting blanket up.

Luke leaned up capturing you into a kiss “I’m sorry angel. I love you!” Luke smile giving you his puppy eyes. You looked away. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too," you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Luke grabbed your chin and made you look at him “Seriously thank you” Luke smiled dropping his goofy behavior for a serious tone. You knit your eyebrows together “For what?” you wondered, Luke leaned his forehead against yours “For letting me call you my wife. For being my reason to get up. For being my rock. For giving me a family. Thank you for…giving me everything” Luke announced placing a soft kiss on the cheek.

You felt your eyes gloss “I love you so much, bub” You smiled wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him close. Luke wrapped his arms around your torso “I love you so much, Angel” Luke smiled.

Luke pulled away, he tucked himself into your side and handed your the remote. When you were trying to pick what to watch he placed his head on your chest, his hand rubbing your bump. You settled on your favorite rom-com and Luke didn’t complain once, (and why would he! You’re carrying his child. His new motto is whatever you want and whatever you don’t want goes).

Buzz Buzz

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Mo

Text me when you wake up. Also tell Luke that he’s a bitch!

Luke rolled his eyes at the text, “I still can’t believe you did that” You giggled. Luke looked up at you “You were tired, Angel. It’s my job to protect and take care of my family. I would do it all over again” Luke explained placing your phone on his nightstand. Luke laid his head back onto your chest, you placed a delicate kiss on his head.

You both cuddled up once again and continued to watch the movie.  

[anxi04]

Tim meeting Lex at a gala when he’s young. and becoming gossip besties with him

i finally wrote it after it infesting my brain enjoy

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Tim thought the gala was going to be like most of the others, boring, annoying, nothing happening. And then he saw Lex Luthor. And he's a smart man, probably the only other smart person in here so why not start a conversation?

Lex thought this gala was going to be boring and a waste of time. And then this small child comes up to him talking about gossip that he didn't even know? And mentioning his incredibly secret cloning project he just started a week ago? He's going to be a villain and Lex wants to be on his good side.

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Tim sighed, annoyed. Gala's have always been incredibly boring, the only slightly fun things that happen at them have been either Bruce Wayne "tripping" over something and drenching someone else with whatever drink or liquid is near, or overhearing gossip, such as Robert Dewitt cheating on his wife with his brother. That was a fun day.

This gala is looking to be about the same as always, just even more boring. Bruce Wayne isn't attending (understandable, The Joker just broke out of Arkham again. He's sure there's a cover story for why Bruce isn't here but he doesn't care about that), no one is drawing attention to any scandals yet, or at least not in his ear range.

The only vaguely interesting thing here is Lex Luthor actually attending it for once. The man usually never spares a moment for anything aside from Metropolis (disgusting) and Superman. So there's at least one other smart person here but he also happens to be a super-villain (not that the general public knows) so… Not like Tim can just walk up to him and talk right?

"So as I was saying it really is quite unfortunate that your son won't take the company, I always thought he was a rather charming young man-" Fuck it Tim's gonna go talk to the super-villain.

"Have you heard about Rebecca Strawling?" Tim asks Lex, who absolutely did NOT jump at this child sneaking up behind him (seriously how did he do that? Even Superman, a man who constantly floats, can't sneak up on him.). Lex blinks for a second because, yes he had and holy shit what a thing that is, and also how does this child know? Also why is this child talking to him?

"That… Depends. What have you heard?" Lex says hesitantly. Despite Rebecca's… everything, she still hid it incredibly well. If Lex wasn't so bored at these gala's he would never have known, so either this child is just incredibly nosy, or possibly an actual smart person in this room. Either option would prove far more interesting than what he had been doing.

"Well I've heard about the several affairs she's had with everyone she claims to hate. Business rivals, the poor, queer people, her husband's family, and if it's to be believed her own family." And… Holy fuck, Lex had not been aware of that last bit. He raises an eyebrow at the ending which prompts a slight grin from the child as he takes his phone out. "I have evidence."

Does Lex actually… Enjoy being near a kid barely in the double digits? Absurd.

"You know Tim, that man over there? He's almost bankrupting his company and family by sending their money to a 'client.' I believe all his business partners are looking for someone to replace his spot." It's been an hour and a half. This is the most entertained Lex has been at one of these in decades. If Tim finds himself following the black hair, blue eyes orphan trend Lex will take him in himself so help him God. He's insanely smart, not only is he excellent at reading people and finding dirt on them easily, he's incredibly skilled at hacking without any proper training on it. This is a villain in the making and Lex will not let himself fall on his bad side.

"Now, I have a moral question for you Tim. What do you think the ethics on making a weapon out of a clone would be?" He's been toying with the idea of cloning Superman lately, however the actual… Making it a weapon has been bothering him. If it comes out an adult man it could easily decide it wants to do something else and rebel, however what would the effects be on making a child weapon that was created for that sole purpose? The effectiveness of it?

"Easy. Don't make the clone a weapon. It's either an adult clone who could choose to be a soldier, and actually listen to you, or decide it won't listen and possibly end up exposing you. If it's a child clone then sure you get a weapon for a few years but not having a choice would end up making them resent you. Give them a choice on it, just like the Sidekicks, like Robin, Kid Flash, Speedy, all them. I'd assume you would want a meta clone anyway and most meta's feel a sense of duty with their abilities so it'd be likely for them to decide something along what you want. Just a matter on if they like you and go with you, or turn to the other side." Tim answers without missing a beat and wow what a concerning sentence that would be to hear from a child if he were anyone else. As it is he's delighted by the response.

"Although cloning a Kryptonian would probably alter it, simply wouldn't get enough material so you would likely have to substitute some of the material for human and at that point use your own and raise the clone as a child." What. That's far too specific. "Oh, sorry I probably should've kept it more broad. Anyway you should update your security systems." Definitely a super-villain in the making. One that he very much wants to be on the good side of. On that note now he needs to update his whole system.

"Ah, Tim I'm glad you picked up. I'm a father now! I'd like you to meet my son, his name is Kon-El-"

"Oh, I've already met him. You actually interrupted our call. Kinda late on telling me." Of course.

"You know I could adopt you as well, get you from that bumbling buffoon that is Wayne."

"Yeah but then my crush would become incestuous." His what? Know what he can work with this. Tim is joining his family one way or another.

Finally. A moment of peace for Lex to sit down, drink some coffee, and watch a rerun of his favorite show. "Luthor!" Oh great, the boy scout here to ruin his plans. Oh and is that his group for comic-con? There's the man of steel himself, Wonder Woman, Batman and… Wait. Oh this will piss Kal-El off to be ignored.

"Timothy! I was just about to call you. You remember Robert Dewitt, correct? You'll never guess what he's done now." Lex grins, standing up. He was meaning to update Tim on this particular… Creature. He's one of their favorites to catch up on, purely because of the absurdity of his debauchery. Although this time does have a reason, after all there's reason for dear old Robert to get locked up this time and he's been making some comments about Lex lately and well he can't just let that slide now can he?

Tim blinks for a second then realizes what Lex just said. "Wait you know? Of course you do why wouldn't you.. Actually wait that doesn't matter what the fuck did Robert do? Last I knew he wasn't allowed outside without an escort so I was expecting longer." Lex has a feeling it does in fact matter very much if the way Batman's eyes narrow and his jaw clench indicate anything. Lex needs to continue on or possibly get put in a hospital.

"Oh he's no longer allowed near animal shelters, so-" Kal-El cuts him off, incredibly rudely if he might add.

"What… What is going on here?" Poor man sounds so confused. Lex is savoring this moment.

"Well I know Timothy Drake is Red Robin. Clearly. Red Robin is the hero closest to becoming a villain which fits Tim quite well, and also Tim is the only Gothamite smart enough to be Red Robin. And infuriating enough to personally annoy Ra's al-Ghul on a regular." It's very simple honestly. Lex has no idea what's making this so complicated. "If it helps make you all feel 'safe' and 'secure' I could tell you about the time Timothy told me he had a crush on Kon-" And now Tim's thrown something at him. What is this, interrupt Lex day?

"Shut up! What if I told them about you and Clark Kent?" Ahh, expose his crush, get his own crush exposed. Well unfortunately Lex has no shame about that.

"You mean the man who could lift a 200 lb person with no effort? One of the very few good reporters?" Odd that Kal-El's face is getting red and confused but oh well. "Honestly though, who cares. You know Tim my offer for adopting you still stands. I know it must be absurdly easy to hide being Red Robin from your… family. However I think I could be of more assistance still." Batman's hands are clenching now. Interesting. "I mean you made a fake uncle to get out of being adopted by the oaf, I don't know why you didn't just let me." Ah, Batman's hands are unclenched. He must have thought that uncle was also real. Surprising, really, from 'The World's Greatest Detective' however they clearly have the wrong bat. "And does he even know about your missing spleen? Really, I should get him locked up for child neglect. Even I would notice if anything happened to Kon-El."

Tim's eyes widen at that and snap to Batman's equally wide eyes. They both jump into a sprint, Tim leaping out of a window with the Bat close behind. "Oh, did he not know? Oops."

Perfect. Hopefully that'll have been absurd enough that the Justice League leave him alone, and he can watch his show in peace.

[overwhelmed-alien]

ER Nurse/Firefighter Hangster 🧑🏻‍🚒❤️🧑🏼‍⚕️

Inspired by an episode of “The Pitt”. You’ll know which one.

The hydraulic doors opened with a whoosh of air and immediately the din of the waiting room assaulted his senses. Bradley Bradshaw sighed as he pocketed his keys in his hoodie. No matter what day - no matter what time of day - he visited his husband in the emergency room, the waiting area was packed to capacity. Over-capacity most times. Babies screaming, children crying, adults griping and complaining about the extended wait times. Coughing and hacking and moaning and yelling into phones. He didn’t know how the ER staff did it day in and day out without going crazy.

He stood behind a frantic mom bouncing a feverish toddler and waited his turn at reception. This was Jake’s third double this week. All hospitals in the area were severely understaffed, but two maternity leaves in day shift threw this one into an upheaval trying to keep up.

Bradley hadn’t seen Jake much lately; he’d come in shuffling like a zombie with just enough energy to shower and eat a little of the dinner Bradley had put away for him - more than likely his first meal in twelve hours - and then stretch out on top of Bradley on the couch to watch a movie. He’d usually be fast asleep within the first ten minutes. But Bradley didn’t care. Not about the drool on his chest, or the damp hair tickling his chin, not the quiet snoring or being pinned bodily to the couch by dead weight. He loved quiet nights cuddling in their pajamas, getting to hold that precious being in his arms, close to his heart, exactly where he belonged. He knew they were each other’s safe place. He knew that because Jake always held him after particularly difficult shifts, as well. Would make him his mom’s banana nut bread and thread his fingers through Bradley’s curls. Jake was everything to him. His safety, his sanity. Bradley knew Jake felt the same about him because he’d said so in his vows.

“Are you gonna just stand there looking dopey, Fireman, or do you got somethin’ to say?”

Mary the receptionist was Brooklyn to her bones. She’d worked at this San Diego hospital longer than Bradley had been alive and hadn’t lost a bit of her accent. He was pretty sure after these three years of him being a regular (both visitor and patient) that she knew his name, but she still referred to him simply as Fireman. Her Coke bottle glasses emphasized the blue eye shadow as she raked her gaze down his body appreciatively. He suppressed a shudder.

“Mary, sweetheart!” He smiled at her. He knew this song and dance by heart. “How are you, beautiful?”

“I’m almost as full’a shit as you are, bub. This is my third break.” She gestured to the Check-In window to emphasize she was, in fact, still working. “What brings you to my humble domain? Don’t tell me, don’t tell me. Ya wanna scoot back here “real quick” to definitely not defile the storage closet with the life size Ken doll again, huh?”

“That was one time, and there was no defiling. I told you, he was looking for gauze and tripped-“

“-face-first into your crotch, yeah yeah. What do I know about gravity, right, I’m not Isaac Neutron or whatever. Meanwhile, he probably needs some stress relief after the incident earlier.”

Bradley frowned. “Incident?”

“Oh yeah, some asshole built like an Oakland linebacker came in a few hours ago screaming about having to wait so long, and your boy toy flew out here like an avenging angel and chewed his ass out in front of everyone. It was like David and Goliath all over again. Your boy can string some inspiring words together when he wants to. Gigantor turned tail and walked out, quiet as a rat. People, am I right?”

He nodded, brows still furrowed. That did sound like Jake. As sweet as he usually was, he had no tolerance for rudeness, and held no qualms about confrontation. “Yeah. People.”

“Go on, get outta here, Fireman. Anyone asks, I didn’t see you.”

The door to the right unlocked with an audible click. He beamed and gestured a quick but genuine “thank you” before heading through the door to the emergency floor.

He’d just gotten off his shift and had swung by the Hibachi place Jake loved for a couple takeout plates. If Jake wasn’t busy they could eat together in the break room, if he was, he’d stick the box in the communal fridge for later and head home. Mostly he just wanted to lay eyes on his husband and make sure he was taking care of himself. When Jake got busy he always forgot to eat. Forgot to stop and rest. Bradley took his job to remind him very seriously.

Almost immediately, Bradley clocked something was off on the floor. There was always an air of frantic anxiousness back here in the ED, but it felt different tonight. The hairs on his neck bristled. He disregarded the patients and locked onto the different faces of the personnel, their body language as they hovered over screens and flitting around the stations.

They were angry. A cold, quiet, seething anger, kept at bay by professionalism, but it was there, and it was obvious.

He didn’t see Jake.

He did see Beau. It was hard to miss Dr. Simpson, he was a big man, a Navy man as well, one of his godfather’s good friends. Well, Ice’s good friend, he tolerated Mav. His handsome face was pinched tight as he rushed out of the corner unit in the back and wheeled around the main nurses station in the middle of the floor. He’d just picked up the phone when he met Bradley’s eyes. He put the phone down.

“Rooster.” Beau looked grim. There was blood staining his scrubs. “Who called you?”

Bradley’s heart sank into his stomach. “Wha-…nobody called me.” He shook the bag in his hand. “I - I brought Jake food.” He looked around again for a familiar blond head. “Beau, where is he.”

Beau could read him as well as Bradley could read everyone else. He probably sensed the impending meltdown because he was in front of Bradley in two long strides, strong hands gripping his shoulders. “He’s okay. He’s gonna be fine, son.”

The bag of hibachi dropped to the floor. “‘Okay’ and ‘gonna be fine’ are two different things, which is it.” He could see the pulsing of his heartbeat in his vision. Nurses were avoiding his gaze. “Where is my husband, I’m not asking again.”

Beau sighed, rubbed his hands down his face. He looked exhausted. “Dr. Benjamin is checking him out now-“

“-Why is Penny-“

“-Because she’s a neurologist,” Beau cut him off. Bradley fell silent and let the older man guide him through the nurses station toward the corner unit. “There was an…altercation…in the waiting room earlier. Jake confronted an erratic man causing a scene. You know how mouthy he can get. The man left, we thought nothing else of it. Jake…he went outside for a break a few minutes ago, the guy snuck up behind him and sucker punched him in the face like a fucking coward.”

He drew the curtain back and Bradley felt his knees give out. He caught himself on the foot rail of the gurney in front of him.

There was so much blood.

It covered much of his husband’s beautiful face, wrapped grotesque tendrils around his slim neck. The scrubs he wore were soaked. In Jake’s blood.

Bradley saw red.

“Hey baby.”

Jake’s tired, slightly slurred voice cut through the wrath-fueled haze in Bradley’s mind. He hadn’t even noticed the pretty green eyes - swollen and blood-red and wrapped in bruises already turning shades of blue and purple - staring up at him. Awake and alert. He was awake. Bradley shook out of Dr. Simpson’s hold and frantically reached for his husband, knocking the empty chair out of the way in his rush. He stopped short, not knowing where to put his hands that wouldn’t cause any more pain or damage, but needing to touch him more than he needed oxygen.

Jake must have sensed his desperation. He reached out with both arms and pulled Bradley in by his hoodie, forcing him to sit beside him on the gurney. He was sitting upright, not lying down, and he squirmed until Bradley’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned into his husband and breathed a deep sigh, the tension melting out of him.

“Would you please be still,” Dr. Penny Benjamin was as beautiful as ever, even with the tight jaw and furrowed brow. Bradley hadn’t even noticed her sitting in a rolling stool beside the gurney. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and winked at Bradley. “Hey, Roo. Think he’s trying to absorb you through osmosis.”

“I’m fine with that.” Bradley croaked, his voice cracking, and squeezed a little tighter. He looked down at the love of his life. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t wrap his head around all the blood. Jake wasn’t supposed to be hurt. He had the dangerous job, not Jake. Never Jake. Jake was supposed to always be safe. He could be tired or angry or upset, but never hurt. “…Honey?” He didn’t even know how to speak to him in this state.

Jake held no such reservations. “I’m fine, B. Fucker blind-sided me like a pussy. Sorry, Penny.”

Penny huffed, but she was smiling. Bradley understood why Mav walked nose-first into a door when Penny smiled at him that time. “He’ll be okay. Took a hard fall, and head wounds tend to bleed a lot, but he doesn’t need stitches, just glue. His nose took the brunt of it, but thankfully it’s not broken. His stunning good looks will be intact once the swelling goes down, everyone will be happy to know.”

Beau let out a breath like he’d been holding it. “We’ll get him cleaned up and you can take him home.”

“Bullshit, I’m staying. I’ve got four hours left in my shift.” Jake sat up straighter and glared at Beau through his bruises. He looked exhausted and miserable. Bradley drew him in closer.

“You most certainly are not-“

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been punched in the face, Cy.”

“While that doesn’t surprise me at all, we’re still going to follow concussion protocol-“

“I’m a fucking combat medic, not a fucking candy striper, I’m fine.”

“What’s a candy striper?” A young med student walking by whispered to another, who shrugged. Beau shooed them away and pulled the curtain closed.

“Jacob,” Penny gently grasped his chin and shined a light in his eyes, gauging pupil responses again. “Straighten up or I’m taking you down to imaging and stuffing you into a CT scan.”

“But I can-“

“Bradshaw!” Both Jake and Bradley visibly flinched. Penny Benjamin was scarier than any drill sergeant. She pocketed her penlight and stood up to lean over him. “Sensitivity to light and sound. Anxiety and mood swings. You’re a little uncoordinated, a little slurry, and I bet you have one hell of a headache. I love you kid, and nobody is denying that you’re tough as nails, but you have a concussion, and you need to rest.” She reached over to pull Bradley in by the scruff of his neck. “Let your adorable puppy of a husband take you home and fuss over you for a change.”

“Go home, son.” Beau added. “I don’t want to see you in here for three days unless you’re getting checked out.”

Jake shook his head, drew in a sharp breath. Bradley could see the tears in his eyes, hear them in his voice. “We’re so short-staffed already.”

“We’ll survive three days without the mighty Jake Seresin Bradshaw, I promise.”

Bradley was elbowed in the gut as Jake flailed to stand up and prove his capabilities. He stood up, too, and caught Jake by the waist when he wobbled precariously. Blond hair tickled his face as Jake leaned his forehead into Bradley’s neck seeking comfort. A single, strangled sob escaped his throat before he tamped it back down. Bradley knew. These tears weren’t from pain, or even anger. They came from a place of helplessness and frustration and exhaustion. He’d had this conversation with Jake before.

It never ends. He was there to help, spent his time trying to make people feel better, live a little longer, and all he got in return was sucker punched. Spit on. Yelled at. Cursed at. Day in and day out. He saw the absolute worst in people, and fought like hell for them anyway. They all did. Every doctor and nurse and receptionist and janitor in this understaffed emergency department had a desperate need to save people, and it was taking its toll, some days more than others.

“I’m taking you home, sweetheart.” Bradley’s tone left no room for discussion. Jake just nodded against his neck, his exhaustion suddenly palpable. He sat the blond back down on the padding and dropped a lingering kiss to his forehead, making sure his mustache tickled Jake’s skin. “Let Penny clean you up a bit, okay, hon? I’m gonna step outside and talk to Beau a minute. Be right back.”

He gripped Dr. Simpson’s bicep and pulled him away from the cubicle. “I need a name, and I need it fucking now.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Beau don’t fuck with me, I’m gonna find out anyway, you may as well save me a few minutes of interrogation.”

“We’ve already got the police involved, let them handle it.”

“What, for him to get a slap on the wrist? Fuck no-“

“Need I remind you that the last time Jake got hurt here and you went all “Navy SEAL” on everybody, Ice had to get the fucking governor of California involved to keep your ass out of jail? Hmm? You think that’s gonna happen twice? Who’s gonna look after Jake if you’re in prison for attempted murder?” He stopped before he was actively shouting and took a deep breath. “You are one of the most intelligent people I know, but when it comes to that boy in there you turn into a knuckle-dragging dumbass.”

Bradley opened his mouth to defend himself but Beau cut him off. “This isn’t the first time one of my staff has been assaulted, and it won’t be the last. Understand that. It comes with the territory. We’ve all been hit and kicked and pissed and spit on. Every one of us. Jake doesn’t need a knight in shining armor to fight for him. He’s a tough kid, respect his capabilities. Right now the only thing he needs is a caring and attentive husband. Be that for him, Bradshaw.”

Simpson was right. Of course he was. Bradley knew he was a hothead when it came to Jake and his safety. He’d wanted to protect Jake Seresin the first time he’d ever laid eyes on him, even though it was, in fact, Jake protecting a wounded Bradley at the time. Every cell in his body vibrated with a primal need to protect that man, the love of his life and every life beyond.

The curtain pulled back and Jake was there, a little unsteady, Penny guiding him. Most of the blood on his face and neck had been wiped away; his scrub top was missing, the white undershirt a little less gruesome. Bradley met Beau’s eyes and nodded, reached out to shake the man’s hand briefly before hurrying over to Jake’s side where he belonged. He unzipped his Station 86 hoodie and wrapped it around Jake’s shoulders before zipping it up to hide the bloodstains on his collar. Jake looked up at him and smiled. “I would’ve stolen it anyway.” The Texas twang heavy on his lips. God, he looked so tired. On a soul-deep level.

“I know, angel. You wear it more than I do, anyway, guess I stole it from you. Just giving it back.”

“You know concussion protocol, I’m assuming,” Penny handed him a packet of papers with a knowing smirk.

“All too well, ma’am.”

“He’ll sit here and you can go get your car and pull it around to the ambulance bay. We’ll meet you outside.” Beau pushed a wheelchair behind Jake, who balked for a second before admitting defeat and flopping down into it.

“Yes, sir.”

“And then you’re going to take him home and put him to bed, and I don’t want to see him for three days. At least.”

Jake whined petulantly. Bradley bent down and dropped a peck to his hair, smiling into it. “Three days of couch cuddles. I’m totally down for that.”

Jake perked up significantly at that. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

Beau nodded sagely. “As long as you keep the supply closet shenanigans to a minimum.”

“Oh shit-“

The End

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Chapter 3

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Chapter 2 -- Chapter 4

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You spend the car ride in silence. If your brother taught you anything about angry men it's that you don't speak to them without permission. You wince at the memories of his wrath which you saw matched in the eyes of Jake, your husband, throughout the wedding. So you keep yourself quiet and small, dreading your wedding night together.

Jake kept himself silent. He could feel your disappointment with him as your husband. You were likely plotting how to control him, make him miserable. He'd let you have the control if that's what you wanted. He can play the role as you need, or as your families need. But it was the private stuff that had him wanting to break. Would you let him play his video games? Would you constantly make fun of him, like so many others, for being himself? How much of himself will he have to sacrifice for the safety and security of his real family?

He pulls into the underground parking garage for the penthouse and parks. Not wanting to get lectured so soon, Jake is immediately out and going to open your door. He doesn't know that you only didn't open it because you weren't given permission. You step out and keep your eyes down so as not to anger him. As much as he's not looking forward to a life with a woman who drains his soul, it still hurts that you're so disappointed in him you can't even look at him.

The elevator ride is worse than the car ride. At least in the car you had buildings and people you could look at. Now it's just you and your eyes on the floor. You should be grateful he hasn't tried to touch you, but the fact that he puts as much distance between the two of you as he can speaks volumes. Jake tries making himself small in the hopes that you won't yell at him for taking up your space. The fact that you refuse to acknowledge him tells him a lot. When the doors open, Jake rushes into the entryway of the penthouse, the silence and tension was suffocating him. You hide your wince and try to make yourself smaller so you don't make him angrier at you than he clearly is.

Clay is waiting for the two of you in the entryway. He smiles, "good to know my pinto's got better speed and mobility than that fancy model they got you driving." Jake scoffs as he unlocks the door, using a keypad with the code he wants to change but knows he'll never be allowed to. Clay turns to you, "I know we were introduced earlier, but the whole thing was rather rushed. I'm Clay, Jake's boss, for lack of a better term." He holds out his hand and you shake it, you try to smile so as not to appear to be rude, but the day is weighing heavily on you.

Jake holds the door open for the two of you.

It's your first time seeing the place and you're immediately saddened by how much of it looks like your mother's tastes and preferences. It's overly crowded with useless, gaudy, overpriced things. You want to throw it all out. It's supposed to be a space for you and your husband, but it's just another reminder of how much your family still controls you. Jake groans as he looks around. Pulling out his phone, he quickly finds several "Internet of Things" devices that are easy to hack. Of course his parents would put in the fanciest refrigerators and thermostats without caring about the security risks. Jake doesn't need his refrigerator to connect to his phone, dammit!

Jake's groan makes you freeze. Clay asks, "what's wrong now?"

"I gotta do some serious cleanup for the sake of security," he grumbles. "Gotta make sure no one else actually gets to set the temperature of the thermostat, that I don't get text messages from my fridge, that my damn toaster doesn't get hacked!" He looks at you, "if that's okay with you, of course." His tone is bitter because he hates that he has to ask your permission for something so basic.

You nod, "of course." You keep your voice small, afraid of angering him any further. He really must hate you.

Clay looks at you, "how about you make yourself comfortable, little lady? I know it's your honeymoon and all, but Jake and I need to talk and who knows how long he's gonna be fixin' this internet problem y'all got."

You look to Jake but he's still on his phone so you ask, "is...is that okay with you?"

He gives you a confused look, "of course."

You make an internal note that, whatever Clay says goes. He's Jake's boss so you're best bet is to keep him happy to make Jake happy.

When you're out of sight Clay turns to Jake. "You best be gentle with that one, Jake. I think she's been through her own kind of hell."

"She's the spitting image of her mother, hasn't said a single word, can't even look me in the eye," Jake grouses. "She hates me and I'm likely going to spend the rest of my life never being good enough for her."

"I ain't so sure about that," he muses. "I get the impression she's afraid of you."

Chapter 2 -- Chapter 4

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness;

@ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[fanfictionstuff]

Hello!! I love your Mephisto fics! I was wondering if you could please do a fluffy wedding and/or honeymoon fic?? I just love the way you portray Husband!Mephisto. Thanks!

I started writing this and realized I didn't know how to write a wedding fic. I was worried about writing too many details about the ceremony, and I didn't know whether to have traditional Japanese or Western elements. I went with Western, though I didn't add details about the appearance of the dress. I had a few ideas for the honeymoon, but I wasn't sure how 'fluffy' I could've kept it for the honeymoon 😳 I hope this is okay.

Your gaze shifts from your fiancé to the printed list in your hands. “I thought we agreed on something small?” You raise an eyebrow at Mephisto, who responds with an exaggerated nod. "My love, I did keep it small. I cut it down to only include those in Japan.” You start reading the names aloud, noting the foreign ones, all while giving Mephisto a skeptical look. “They’re important," he insists. “Who’s James Chamberlian?” Mephisto looks away suddenly, like a kid caught sneaking a cookie. “I can’t recall."

It takes some time, but you finally manage to persuade Mephisto to reduce the guest list to a number typical for a regular wedding. It won’t be small, but at least you’ll know everyone or have an idea of who they are. His focus then shifts to finding the best videographer and photographer so that everyone can see how amazing the wedding was. 

“They’re kind of expensive,” you point out regarding the videographer he has chosen, whose rates are double or triple those of others. 

“We need the best to document our wedding. It has to be perfect. Don’t you want our future children to see how beautiful their mother was in her wedding gown?” He gushes, “and then grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great- “ 

You chuckle softly as you set the pricing list they provided back on the coffee table. “Yeah, I understand. Oh, have you decided on what color suit you’ll wear?”

“I decided that the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he gushes. “I knew you would be my queen, and I’ve been preparing for the past year.” He informs you, and you raise an eyebrow. “Mephisto, you liar.” 

“Would you like to see proof?”

“Yes.”

He pulls out his phone, scrolling to find his tailor.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the text he sent nearly a year ago.

The text is dated the exact day you first met him; you know the date because it was when you first arrived at the Japan branch. "I need a suit for my wedding- something that complements lilac and white. I’ve met my future bride."

"This..." Your voice trails off as you stare at the timestamp. "How could you possibly know?"

Mephisto's lips curl into that familiar smirk. "When you know, you know." He takes your hand, gently tracing small circles on your palm with his thumb. "From the moment I first saw you, everything else faded away. It was always meant to be you."

Your heart flutters, yet you narrow your eyes suspiciously. "Did you hack your phone to change the date?"

"Such accusations!" He dramatically places a hand over his heart, pretending to be offended. "Would I truly stoop to such underhanded tactics?" 

"Yes," you respond without hesitation. 

His laughter echoes throughout the room, deep and rich. "Fair enough. But not this time. I simply recognized my fate when I saw it." 

"Alright, King of Time," you say, shaking your head. “I want to see the suit." 

“No." 

“What do you mean, no?" 

“You can’t see my suit before the wedding day! It’s bad luck.”

“No, it’s not. Some brides even pick out the suit for the groom.”

“Let me see your dress.” He shoots back.

“No.”

"Then it's settled," Mephisto declares triumphantly, tucking his phone away. "Some traditions are worth keeping."

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile. "Alright, keep your mysterious suit. Just don’t show up in anything ridiculous—"

"Would I ever embarrass my queen?" His forest-green eyes gleam with mischief. "However, I must admit that your definition of 'ridiculous' may differ from mine slightly—oh, don’t give me that look! We both know you love my style.”

The memory of those jester-style pants he wore when you first met flashes in your mind. “Just promise you’ll wear proper pants.”  

With a hand over his heart, he bows theatrically. “Of course, my queen.”

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As the makeup artist finishes the last touches, there’s a knock at the door. 

One of your friends rushes to open the door. “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here.” 

“I need to talk to my soon-to-be bride about something important.” Mephisto's voice is calm, but he clearly wants them to back off. 

The room is cleared within seconds, and you glance up, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “I think it’s supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” 

“I just want to remind you; this is your last chance to change your mind. Once we’re married, I’ll never let you go,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. There’s a fierce, almost possessive glimmer in his gaze that sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

As Mephisto approaches, his reflection smiles in the mirror, cautious not to disturb your dress or veil. His fingers dance lightly over your shoulders, never fully making contact.

"Both," he whispers, leaning closer until his lips brush against your ear. "I've waited far too long to claim you as my own. Nothing in the universe could separate us once you’re my wife."

You turn to face him fully, absorbing his striking appearance. Despite your worries, he looks utterly breathtaking in his impeccably tailored suit, which beautifully complements his tall frame. The color accentuates his purple hair and makes his forest-green eyes even more enchanting.

"You look..." he trails off, seemingly at a loss for words—something rare for Mephisto. "There aren't adequate words in any language I know.” His eyes take you in, memorizing every detail. "You've managed to surpass even my wildest imagination."

You feel your cheeks flush beneath your makeup. "I could say the same about you. I’m glad to see you in normal pants."

Mephisto's laugh is soft and intimate. "I reserve those for special occasions only. Today, I must dress worthy enough to stand beside my bride."

"I love you," you whisper, touching his face.

He catches your hesitation and takes your hand, kissing your palm. "In just thirty minutes, you'll be mine in every way that matters." His voice drops lower, a possessive edge sharpening his words. "And everyone will know it."

"Is that why you came? To remind me of my impending doom?" you tease, your voice betraying a hint of anticipation.  

He chuckles, nodding. “Yes, it would be quite awkward if you decided to back out. So, it’s good that you still want to marry me."  

Your smile broadens as you lean toward him. "Very fortunate indeed. But I can't help but wonder what you would have done if I had tried to run."

Mephisto's eyes darken momentarily, a familiar dangerous glint appearing. "Let's just say the doors have been... secured. Every exit is being watched by those loyal only to me." His tone is light, almost playful, but you know him well enough to recognize the truth beneath his words.

"You're serious, aren't you?" you ask, though it's barely a question.

"Deadly." he says, tracing the outline of your jaw without making contact. "I told you from the beginning, my love. Once I set my sights on something, I never let it go." His smile twists into something predatory. "Especially not something as precious as you." 

“You just said this was my last chance to stop this, but now you’re saying you’ll never let me go? So much for my last opportunity.”  

“I was just trying to be romantic,” he jokes, leaning in closer and pressing his warm lips gently against yours, making your heart flutter. You pull back from the kiss much sooner than he would’ve liked, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “You just wanted an excuse to see me before the ceremony,” you tease. He nods, a playful grin on his face. “Guilty as charged.” He leans down again, and this time, his warm lips find yours with a mix of urgency and sweetness.

You close your eyes and lose yourself in the kiss, taking care not to smudge your makeup yet unwilling to forgo this moment. His fingers hover just above the back of your neck, teasing you without making contact.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes are dark with desire. "I should leave before I'm tempted to whisk you away right now."

"Yeah, the guests might notice our absence," you murmur, breathless, before he leans down for one last quick kiss.

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The ceremony is everything you imagined and more. The moment you step into the aisle, your eyes meet Mephisto's. The world narrows to just the two of you, with the guests fading into a blur of colors and shapes.

As you approach him, his expression is unforgettable—a captivating blend of awe, pride, and undeniable possessiveness that quickens your heartbeat. His eyes remain fixed on yours, unwavering, as though he fears you might disappear the moment he glances away.

When you finally reach him, he extends his hand. As your fingers touch, he whispers so that only you can hear, "Mine at last." 

The ceremony unfolds in a beautiful blur. You exchange vows—his are eloquent and poetic, while yours are heartfelt and sincere. When it comes time to exchange rings, Mephisto's hands remain steady while yours tremble slightly with emotion. 

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," declares the officiant. Before he can finish with, "You may kiss the bride," Mephisto has already swept you into his arms. 

The kiss is both passionate and restrained, mindful of your audience. When you part, his eyes blaze with promises for later. 

At the reception, Mephisto keeps you near; his arm always wrapped around your waist or his hand intertwined with yours. 

"Congratulations," says one of your colleagues, a handsome man known for his friendly demeanor. "You look absolutely stunning today."

"Thank you, Hiroki," you reply warmly.

Mephisto's arm wraps more securely around your waist, drawing you subtly closer to his side. "Doesn't she? I feel like the luckiest man alive," he remarks, his words pleasant, yet his tone is laced with an undertone that causes Hiroki to take a cautious step back.

"I wouldn't want to hold you back from your other guests," Hiroki says swiftly, raising his champagne glass in a toast before blending into the crowd.

You glance up at Mephisto with a knowing smile. "That wasn't exactly subtle."

"I’m not sure what you mean," he responds with an innocent air, but a glint of satisfaction dances in his eyes. "I was simply expressing my agreement with his view of my stunning wife."

“How long do we stay?” you whisper to Mephisto, feeling his warm hands gently massaging your shoulders from behind. The evening has been a whirlwind—dinner with laughter, traditions shared, and joyful dances with friends echoing in your mind. You glance over to see a good friend lost in a fit of giggles with a man she just met. “Are you tired, my queen?” Mephisto’s voice dances in the air, his warm breath tickling your throat. “Yes,” you admit, a hint of weariness in your voice. You can hear the king of time chuckle softly behind you. “Try not to be too tired; don’t you want to celebrate with your new husband tonight?”

He laughs softly while you shyly turn your gaze. “Are you pretending to be a bashful bride?” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s tell everyone goodbye.” 

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 38: It's all Relative

(I want to thank everyone so much for their patience with me. This chapter was so difficult to write due to being more dialogue heavy and not as action oriented, but I've finally got it!)

When Billie woke up, everything was silent. 

It had to have been the middle of the night (not that there was a way to tell time down here). There were no business shoes clacking on tile floors or low voices speaking over radios, phones, or intercoms. Everything was still… she couldn’t tell if it made her feel peaceful or anxious.

She sat up and blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Gaston and Lucille were still fast asleep. Speaking of Gaston, he was looking much better already. He had his color back, and he had finally stopped shaking. Billie turned around to glance outside the cell.

She nearly screamed.

In the darkness, the large silhouette of the Boss stood outside the cell. He observed the trio silently.

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Cornelius was adding the last few features to the ladyb0t. 

He used a magnifying glass to look closely as he used a screwdriver to put the teeny panels back into place. If all went according to plan, it would be able to climb into computers and monitors to hack or destroy them.

“All done,” he spoke quietly after ensuring everything was as it should be.

The little bug struggled to flip off its back for a moment, until Cornelius carefully used the screwdriver to flip it onto its belly. It looked up at him with raised antennae. The little bug had been his only companion ever since he ended up here.

Strange how this one little thing helped him not feel so alone. He blinked away a tear. 

He missed his family.

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In a flash, Bud pulled his wife to stand behind him and held out a cautious hand.

“Hey now, we don’t want any trouble with you!” 

Laszlo stumbled backward but caught himself.

“I-it’s okay!” He stuttered. “I don’t want any either! I swear! My sister has an infected wound and she’s really sick-”

“Shouldn’t you take her to a doctor?”

“We can’t! They’ll find us!” “Who?!”

“These people- okay, okay let’s just start over-” Laszlo put his hands up to calm everyone, but spoke quickly.

“Okay. My family and I are hiding in your home-”

“Family? How many are there?!”

“Don’t worry I’ll get there-”

“You didn’t answer the question, son. Who are you hiding from?”

“Some kind of officers? They might be spies, I’m not sure. They’re hunting down my family and I because we’re from the future. I promise, we don’t want any trouble! We’re just trying to hide until we can get home!”

The two just stared at him with wide eyes. 

Slowly, Bud leaned over to Lucille. “Honey, you might want to call someone… I think he’s sick in the head…”

Lucille picked up the house phone from its stand, looking at Laszlo sympathetically. 

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You stay right there, we’re gonna have someone come get you and they’ll take good care of you and your sister…”

“No!” Laszlo nearly panicked. “Please! They’re after us! I don’t know who they are, but they’re terrible people who want to hurt my family! I’m not sick!”

There was no way to explain this without sounding crazy. He didn’t care if the rest of the world saw him as crazy. He just needed them to listen…

“Look, you don’t have to believe me. We can go somewhere else, but please don’t tell them we’re here. Please. My sister won’t survive… not in the state she’s in…”

Bud looked confused, but Lucille looked concerned. She put the phone down, slowly reaching over her husband’s shoulder to lower his arm as well. “Honey… he’s just a kid. He needs help.”

Bud thought for a moment. He hummed and whispered something back to her. The two seemed to talk quietly amongst themselves, debating their next course of action.

Laszlo watched them nervously, his eyes warily shifting between the two of them behind his goggles. He fidgeted with his shirt or with his hands, anxiously awaiting to hear what they had to say. He still needed to get Tallulah help, but if he bolted, he knew they’d alert authorities. Not that he can blame them…

Lucille noticed the way the strange boy couldn’t seem to hold still, very much like the way her husband or his brother Fritz did. Lewis, meanwhile, was more relaxed. Until he had an idea, that is. Once he had a project, there was no stopping him. 

She got an idea.

“You said you were from the future. Is there any way you can prove it?”

Laszlo glanced at the door to the lab and back to her.

“I can. Just… wait here. I’m coming right back.”

They didn’t have time to protest before he disappeared into the lab. Bud and Lucille exchanged a confused glance. Suddenly, they could hear distant hushed voices from upstairs. 

“You told them?! Why would you tell them?!” “They spotted me! I didn’t have a choice.”

“I forot to ut mh teef in-”

The double doors pushed back open and the young man stood silently. He stepped aside, and the married couple gasped at seeing an elderly, toothless Bud Robinson standing in the doorway without a care in the world. Laszlo glanced at Bud, did a double take, and realized the other figure was hiding behind him. “Dad-” He moved the other man - one older middle aged Fritz Robinson - to stand next to his brother.

Bud - the younger one - and Lucille stood speechless. The red haired boy really was telling the truth.

“Ah, and who’s this handsome devil?” Grandpa Bud teased, admiring his younger self. Younger Bud shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t understand... How is this possible?

“Our son is a real special kid,” Grandpa Bud replied with a wink.

Lucille was over the moon, ecstatically going from person to person to look them over (much to Fritz’s unease). “Your family…” Lucille murmured, remembering Laszlo's words. “If your family is our family… who are you?”

“I’m your nephew. Fritz’s son.” Laszlo beamed, relieved they were reacting positively to such a bizarre situation.

“Fritz’s son… You have a son!” She looked wide eyed at Fritz, who only chuckled timidly. She turned and smiled at Laszlo again. “And you said you had a sister, too?”

Laszlo suddenly remembered. He froze. Tallulah. 

Lucille saw his expression change. 

“Where’s your sister, hun?”

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[truthfulpoint]

Sex on the Beach

Slowly, but surely, this cruise was turning into a disaster. I had booked the trip to celebrate my recent tenure as a professor and also to spend some time with Jessica after long months of being cooped up with my research. Now the paper was submitted, and the initial reviews were very promising.

The boat was beautiful and the crew had great attention to detail. The food was fantastic and the other people on the boat seemed pretty nice for the most part. They were obviously way richer than me and Jessica were. I had basically used all the money from the research award I won for my last major paper to pay for the trip.

But somehow Jessica was in a foul mood. She stayed on deck with a book most of the time and didn’t partake in many of the activities that the crew organized for their guests. There, she was usually joined by a man of about 50 or so years by the name of John. John was constantly on his phone or hacking into a laptop and hardly seemed to notice the beautiful surroundings of the Greek islands.

John’s wife Veronica was much younger than her husband was, I guessed about 34 or 35. She had to look of a typical trophy wife with lots of time for manicures, pedicures, Pilates and appointments at the hairdresser. Initially that had put me off, but when I chatted with her, I was actually surprised that I quite enjoyed her company. She was a physical therapist and worked part time in an institution for children that needed rehabilitation after accidents. They apparently didn’t need the money, judging by his watches, John seemed to be richer than God, but it gave her a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

As we both were often flying solo for the group activities, we naturally gravitated towards each other. We chatted a lot over the first few days of the trip and got to know each other pretty well.

———-

One evening, after another delicious dinner on the beach, Jessica got up and said: “ I’m tired. I’ll go to bed. Don’t come too late, please. And don’t drink so much wine, it makes you snore.”

“ yes ma’am” I snapped, in an effort to lighten the mood. But Jessica just glared at me.

Embarrassed and angry, I turned to my glass of wine. What was going on? Why was Jessica so angry with me?

“Another evening all by our lonesome?” said Veronica as she walked over from the table where she had been sitting. She seemed a little tipsy.

“Yep. You too?”

“Yes. He’s already back on that damn computer.”

Maybe more than just a little…

She took a big gulp out of her wine glass.

“ I’m sorry”

“ You don’t need to be sorry. He should be!”

Another big gulp. Veronica seemed angry and determined to get very drunk.

“ He used to be different. He was always a hard worker, but when we were dating, he somehow always managed to find the time for a weekend away or a fancy restaurant.”

Another gulp finished the glass. One of the stewards quickly came by and filled it up again.

“ Now he seems married to his work. Some evenings he doesn’t even come home.”

Half the glass gone again.

“Or maybe he’s fucking his secretary. I don’t know. But I couldn’t care less. It’s not like I’m missing out on much.”

Ouch. Low blow.

“I mean, for real, he couldn’t even get it up without the little blue pills on the best of days. And now he’s so absent-minded with me, that he probably couldn’t tell my butt from my boobs”

Oh man. This woman was angry.

“ Well, why are you still with him?”

“ I don’t know. I guess it’s comfortable. I have to admit that I’ve gotten used to the finer things in life. He also donates a ton of money to the children’s rehab center where I work. That would probably dry up if we get divorced. And that would really suck.”

“Hmmm...” I didn’t really know what to say. “We should probably get to bed.”

She chugged her drink. She was very drunk now.

“Can I stay with you tonight? You’re cute.”

“I think you should return to your cabin and sleep it off, Veronica. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night, Adam. Sweet dreams”

Walking over the beach back to the boat, I couldn’t get Veronica’s words out of my head - “you’re cute”. She was more than cute. She was beautiful. And the more time I spent with her, the more I felt myself drawn to here.

That night, I did not sleep well. I tossed and turned, awaking often. Every time I woke up, my thoughts immediately returned to Veronica.

———-

The next morning, Veronica showed up to breakfast with a pair of large dark sunglasses and washed down three aspirin with her green tea.

———

Later that day, we had a guided tour of some ancient ruins. Of course, Jessica and John stayed on the boat. During the tour Veronica motioned me to stay back a little.

She hooked her arm under mine and started talking. “Hey Adam. About last night. I think I said a lot of stupid stuff. I was angry and a little drunk. Can we keep this to ourselves?”

“Of course “

“ I mean, I didn’t really mean it. At least most of it.”

“Which part did you mean?”

She squirmed a little and laughed nervously.

“well, I seem to remember that I might have mentioned that I thought you were cute? That part’s actually true”

“I’m flattered. I don’t often get compliments from drunk married women.”

“Now you’re being mean. I just repeated it, and I’m totally sober. Just very hung over.” She laughed and pulled herself closer to me, holding on to my arm.

I have to admit, it felt good to be complimented by a beautiful woman. I suddenly noticed how much I missed being touched. Things between Jessica and me had been pretty cooled down for a while now.

I brushed the thought aside, and we rejoined the group.

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The the next day was a beach day. We all chilled under the parasols and pavilions the crew had set up and enjoyed piña coladas and watermelons.

Veronica wore a white bikini that I hadn’t seen yet. After a week under the Mediterranean sun, she was quite tanned, and the white bikini complimented her bronze skin. When she went for a swim and came back out of the water, I had flashbacks of Ursula Endres coming out of the water in that James Bond movie. Hot!

I also went for a swim, but pretty soon had to stop because my shoulder and neck started to hurt. When I came out of the water, I was massaging my neck and wincing with pain. Veronica noticed me.

“What’s the matter? Hurt yourself?”

“ I don’t know. I went for a swim, and I had this strong pain going from my neck to my shoulder.”

“Want me to take a look at it? You’re a little bigger than my normal patients, but the basic mechanics are the same.”

“Sure, thank you!”

She sat me down on the edge of one of the deck chairs and started to examine my neck and shoulders with her hands. Admittedly, I quite enjoyed that. Probably more than I should.

She manipulated my arm and shoulder and stroked different muscles in my neck. The pain started to ease a little, but I hoped she would keep going for a little while longer.

“You are very tense. Probably from all that work hunched over a computer. I can show you some exercises that should help your neck and shoulder mobility”

For some reason, her hand was still resting on my pectoral muscle. I looked at it and she withdrew it, however, not without lightly brushing over my nipple in the process. I felt my nipple harden and blood rushing to my groin. She noticed it too, and gave me a little smile.

———

In the afternoon we were back on the boat. I was heading to the bathroom, which happened to be in a very tight corner of the upper deck. As walked I towards the door, it opened and Veronica emerged. The entry was so tight that we couldn’t avoid brushing against each other. As we were both still in swim clothes, a lot of skin touched. I had the impression that neither of us tried to minimize that contact.

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That night I woke from a dream. I didn’t remember any details, but I clearly had the searing image of Veronica in her white bikini in my head. I was sporting a capital boner.

Jessica was sleeping next to me. I glanced over at her and then started to masturbate. I closed my eyes and imagined Veronica in her white bikini coming towards me. Taking the bikini off and giving me a free view of her perfect boobs. Cut. Veronica, reaching for my boner. Cut. Veronica rubbing my cock with her perfectly manicured hands. Cut. Veronicas mouth closing around the head of my cock. Cut. Veronica giving me a sloppy blowjob. Cut. Veronica turning around, spreading her butt cheeks and whispering “ I want you to fuck me in the ass” Cut. My dick in Veronica’s ass. Cut. My dick pumping cum into Veronica’s ass.

With that image, I came. Hard. Cum rained on my stomach and my chest. My cock twitched and a pool of cum gathered on my belly.

Jessica raised her head. “ what’s going on?” She asked sleepily.

“Nothing. I just had a vivid dream and moved around. Go back to sleep.”

I got up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror, slightly embarrassed. Not only had I fantasized about a married woman. While my girlfriend was laying next to me. Also, I had never been into anal sex, but that fantasy sent me right over the edge. I wasn’t sure that I could look Veronica in the eye tomorrow.

—————

As luck would have it, Veronica joined us at our breakfast table the next morning. I had the impression that Jessica didn’t like Veronica particularly well. But I decided to ignore it.

I grinned at her sheepishly and tried to make the most boring conversation ever. She looked at me puzzled.

“Final day in paradise, huh?”

“Yeah I can’t believe the 10 days are already over”

“ Well, Adam, it was very nice to get to know you and for you to keep me such good company during the excursions”

What was she doing? Jessica was sitting right next to us.

“Uhm, yeah. There were quite a few nice people on this boat.” I tried to downplay and defuse the situation.

“Yes, but very few as nice and gentle…manlike as you. I hope to see you later!”

And with that, she walked away, swaying her hips just a little too much for Jessica not to notice.

———-

When we got to our cabin, I could sense that Jessica was fuming. We had hardly closed the door when she went at me:

“ What was that bimbo all about? Thanks for keeping me such good company? Nice and gentle? What the fuck?”

I didn’t know what to say. “Hey, Veronica is not a bimbo, she’s actually pretty nice”

“Yeah seems like it. More than nice from what I can see”

Well, that maybe wasn’t the best thing to start with.

“What do you expect me to do? You never wanted to come to these activities. Most of the other guests went as couple, so obviously the two people abandoned by the partners kind of stuck together.”

Not helping things…

“I didn’t abandon you. I just wasn’t feeling like doing these stupid excursions anyway. This entire trip was all about you, and your fancy research award. Look, I’m Adam, the neuroscience hot shot.”

Ouch.

“Baby, where is this coming from? I booked this trip for us!”

“You booked this trip for you!”

“I’m sorry you’re not having a good time. What can I do?”

“I don’t know. I need some space”

“Ok baby. No problem. I’ll go and come find you later”

“No, I mean more permanently. I think I don’t want you in my life, at least for a while”

“Baby, what the hell?”

“When we get back to London, I think I will stay with my sister for a while”

I was dumbstruck. Without another word, I turned around and left the cabin.

On deck, I ran into Veronica.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Everything ok?”

“No everything is not OK! Jessica and I just broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that!”

“You’re sorry? You’re part of the reason! If you hadn’t done your little show this morning, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Is that so? Well, if you ask me, your relationship has to be in a pretty bad place if one tiny flirt manages to break it”

She probably had a point, but I was not willing to admit that just yet.

“Stay away from me.”

————���-

Lunch was on the beach that day again. For me it was a sad affair, as I sat alone, sulking in a corner.

Veronica came up to me.

“Can we talk?”

“Hm, okay”

“I’m sorry about this morning. I shouldn’t have done that. Even if I stay by my point that such a stunt could never derail a healthy relationship “

“Yeah, you’re probably right “

“The fact of the matter is that I see us as mirror images. Both stuck in sorta crappy relationships. And…”

“What and?”

“Nevermind. Why were you looking at me so funny this morning?”

“Nevermind”

“You tell me your’s, I tell you mine…”

“Okay, okay. But you go first.”

“Ok, here goes. I thought we were both stuck in sucky relationships. And that I would much rather be with someone like you. Well, you specifically.”

“Oh, wow!”

“Yeah, I know. It’s confusing. I probably have to sleep on this a bit. But I definitely have a bad crush on you.”

She blushed. “Now tell me your’s”

“Ok, whatever. I had a dream about you “

“A sex dream?”

“Uhm, yup” I blushed.

“Was it good?”

“I don’t want to talk about it”

“Did we make out? Did we sleep together?”

“Well, sort of”

“Did you cum in your dream?”

“No, not in the dream”

“What do you mean, not in the dream”

I squirmed under the interrogation. “Well, afterwards “

“Afterwards? What do you mean? Did you jack off thinking of me?”

My head was probably red as a tomato now. “Hm, yeah, kind of”

“Oh, wow. I don’t know whether to be offended or flattered… but it is kind of hot to think that I make you horny.” She giggled.

“It was just a dream! These things happen all the time!”

“Well, why don’t we try if was really ‘just a dream’?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me”

She took my hand and we walked away from the tables to a small secluded bay behind some rocks. Veronica undid the Pareo she had been wearing and spread it on the sand. Underneath, she wore that bedeviled white bikini.

“Adam, I am so sorry. I’ve been a bad girl”

“Wait, what?”

“I’ve been really bad. I think I deserve some punishment “

“Are you kidding me?”

“No Adam. You need to show me my place”

With that, she walked up to me and pinched my nipple.

“Ouch”

“Oh, so sorry. Let me make it better.”

She stepped up to me, pressed her body against me and started gently licking the pinched nipple. A familiar tingling traveled from there up and down my spine. Blood rushed to my groin. I gave in.

“You are right, you have been bad” I said with a raspy voice.

“Yes Adam”

“But I don’t believe in punishment.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I believe in showing the right way” With that I grabbed her hair and started gently, but firmly pulling it down. Her face came up, and I started kissing her greedily. I kissed her mouth, her chin, her neck. Her breathing accelerated.

I let go of her hair and unclasped her bikini top. Her tits sprang free. Glorious, glorious tits. I pinched one of her nipples. Pretty hard.

“A little payback”

She gasped from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

She untied the string of my shorts and let my cock spring free. She wrapped her hand around its base and started stroking. I had a flashback to my dream. This was just like it, but a million times better.

She kneeled down and put my cock in her mouth. Pretty soon, she was giving me a deep, sloppy blowjob.

I needed more. I needed her. I pulled her up. I turned her around and bent her over one of the nearby rocks. Her hips and ass swayed in front of the cock glistening from her saliva. I grabbed her round ass and pushed myself inside her. Her pussy was soaking wet and my dick slid in and out with ease. I started to thrust into her. All the pent up anger and frustration over the trip, the breakup, about Jessica went into my pushes. I fucked her hard.

“Yes, yes, yes” - little screams of pleasure came out of her mouth

“Is this just like your dream?”

“Almost” I gasped between to panting breaths.

“What’s different?”

“In the dream I was fucking your ass”

“Oh, do you want to do that?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never really done it. “

She bent over a little further, put her hands on her butt cheeks, and spread them a little.

“Adam, I want you to fuck me in the ass”

I was stunned. What was happening?

I pulled my cock out of her pussy. It twitched and glistened from her juices. I hesitated. Veronica reached around and placed the tip of my cock on her anus.

“Come on! Take me just like in your dream!”

I pushed forward. My glistening tip, lubricated with her juices pushed past the initial resistance. I heard Veronica take in a sharp breath, as she adjusted to the new sensation. I started to slowly push into her. The sensation was phenomenal. I started moving back and forth. Feeling her tight muscles gripping my cock, hearing her heavy breaths, and seeing my dick disappear inside her caused a rush of arousal and excitement. I realized I would come very quickly like this.

“Veronica, I don’t know how long I’ll last like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. This one’s for you”

As if her words had unlocked something, I felt my orgasm build. A powerful wave of lust and excitement washed over me and triggered my dick to explode into Veronica’s ass. She felt the pulses of my orgasm, and pushed her butt back, taking my cock all the way in. There she stayed, just lightly swaying , until she felt that my penis stopped twitching.

I pulled my dick out, panting. She got up and turned around to me. Her hand on my cheek, she kissed me sensually.

“THAT was not a dream.”

———-

After we had calmed down and gotten dressed again, we went back to our table. The steward spotted us and asked if we wanted to drink anything.

Veronica smiled: “I’ll have a Sex on the Beach, please”

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Movie

day 20 @youngroyals-events wow! thank you for everything thus far <3

Simon makes Wille a home movie. Or, Wilmon Girl Dads return.

read below or on ao3. (G, 1.1k)

Cautious of the small, sleeping baby in his arms, Wille slowly lowers himself down onto the couch, then lets out a long, suffering sigh. After an hour of screaming and crying from their, despite her claims, very tired three-year-old, he’s finally managed to get her down for her afternoon nap. The fight at nap time was an everyday occurrence, but today it feels like an absolute miracle because their second born has chosen to take her nap at the same time. Eager to take advantage of the peace and quiet, he places the little bundle of warmth on his chest and settles back for a nap of his own. Unfortunately, his husband has other plans.  

Simon appears from the office where he’d been working and begins fiddling with the television. Wille watches through a half-cracked eye, curious about this spontaneous electrical project. After a few minutes, Simon turns around, clears his throat quietly, and folds his hands behind his back. 

Wille raises an eyebrow. “Yes, darling?”

“I’ve been recording you without your consent,” Simon says calmly, as if informing Wille that he’s just bought milk from the grocery store. 

A few things arise in Wille at that. First being a loud thought of ‘what the fuck’, because hadn’t they had enough of that between the two of them? The second, however, is a little stir in his core that he quickly pushes away, because of the previous reason. Third, he feels some fear creep up in him because what if the cloud, or whatever, gets hacked and they have video scandal 2.0? 

“You’ve been what?” Wille asks, and his voice must sound a little strained because Simon’s eyes widen in shock, then he breaks into giggles. 

“Oh my,” he says between muffled laughter, “Not like that. I think we’ve had quite enough of that.”

Simon comes to sit next to Wille on the couch and places a gentle hand on their daughter’s back. His hands are not very big, at least not compared to Wille’s, but Simon’s hand makes her look so tiny. 

“I just—” he pauses, dropping his voice to a whisper and suddenly looking sheepish. “I wanted us to have these memories saved forever. I mean, we’ve both been taking videos over the past few years and so I stole some from your phone, too, and they’re— Well, I’ve made a little home movie.”

Wille’s heart melts at how shy Simon is being about this. “That sounds so lovely, baby. Do I get to see it?” He reaches up to thread a hand into the short curls at the back of Simon’s neck. Simon nods, then turns slightly and clicks a button on the remote. 

The TV flickers to life, and a long shot of a green meadow fills the screen. He thinks he recognizes it from a Midsummer party a few years back. In the clip, a light breeze causes the grass to shift and sway and a few small insects buzz around.  From the speakers, a light, twinkling guitar melody begins. Wille rubs a gentle thumb over Simon’s skin where it still rests on his neck. Somehow, he doesn’t know how, but he can tell it’s Simon playing the guitar, and that makes Wille smile. 

All at once, Simon’s beautiful voice joins the instrumental and the video shifts into one of them at the hospital, holding their first born between them.

They didn't have you where I come from Never knew the best was yet to come Life began when I saw your face And I hear your laugh like a serenade

Tears immediately form in Wille’s eyes as he watches them, three years ago, crying over their new baby. The video continues to shift, to Wille sitting in a rocking chair holding that same tiny little bundle, to Simon fast asleep on their bed half curled around their daughter, to both of them walking down the street with a stroller. 

How long do you wanna be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you wanna to be loved? Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up

He gasps out a watery laugh as the videos continue to change, showing little clips of their lives over the past three years, and a few older ones, too; their engagement party, their wedding, the first night in this house. Then, even older. Their first summer together, their final year of school, and the little moments in between intertwine with bits of their new lives as adults, as a family.

As you wander through this troubled world In search of all things beautiful You can close your eyes when you're miles away And hear my voice like a serenade

Right before his eyes, he watches their oldest daughter grow up and it’s the most beautiful and most terrifying thing he’s ever seen. How had she gotten so big so fast? It seemed like just yesterday she was the size of the tiny baby on his chest now. He watches their first time at the big neighborhood pool, the first trip far out of the city. Then, more recent clips. Their first night with their second born, the first time their daughters met, all of them crammed into the car with ice cream and big smiles. Wille feels like his heart is about to explode in his chest; he’s bursting with so much love for this tiny, perfect family of his.  

How long do you wanna be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you wanna be loved? Is forever enough 'Cause I'm never, never giving you up

The final clip fades to black and Wille has to consciously steady his breathing so as to not wake the sleeping child still lying right over his heart. Hot, wet tears pour down his face, mouth agape in disbelief as he turns to his husband. 

“Oh, Simon,” he whispers through the tears. Simon, he sees, is crying, too, and leans forward to press his forehead into Wille’s. 

“Did you like it?” His voice is quiet, despite being so close.

“Are you crazy? I loved it.” He tilts up to press a wet kiss to Simon’s lips, hoping to send every ounce of love and amazement through the tiny contact. “Thank you. Thank you for making that. I love you so much. I love our family so much. You are so incredible.” Wille punctuates each phrase with a kiss until Simon is giggling into his lips. 

“I love you, too. All three of you. So much.”

“We did an OK job so far, didn’t we?” 

Simon nods and presses a kiss to the back of their child’s head. 

“Yeah, I think we did.”

.

“We’ve got to show her when she wakes up.” 

“You think she’ll be able to sit still long enough?”

“Of course she will, darling. She loves it when you sing.”

[skateebrat]

Blog Post Due 4/17

Is it possible to live a private life while having social media? 

I honestly believe that being public or private doesn’t have that much value anymore. This is because whether you have a private account, it can be possible for people who you consent to follow you could be screenshotting your posts, images, and etc. even without you knowing. For example, I follow my cousin on instagram and her husband has a private account, and I don’t follow him. What is weird though is that if he posts a story on his private instagram and tags my cousin/his wife and she reposts the story on her story, I am still able to see his story regardless if he is private. Whether this is a technical issue or privacy issue or both? It is a little concerning because he is choosing to be private but he is still technically ‘public’ through her. 

Who was the collateral when Elies phone was being tapped into? 

To clarify, Pegasus is a spyware company that has been watching Elies and many others. When Elies found out that his phone was being surveilled, that made him question if his family was too. Then after testing his father, mother, and his sister's phone they were all infected by Pegasus. What stood out to me the most was that his father and mother work at the hospitals in the University of Barcelona. Not only was Elie’s family collateral but as well as the patients of his parent’s. They could have had access to any patients. You would think you had privacy as a hospital patient but would not expect your doctor to be ‘hacked’. 

Can digital spaces still evolve if we don’t include ethnic backgrounds? 

I feel like digital spaces would devolve if we are ignoring the role of ethnicity that they play. McLaine expresses that choosing to ignore issues of ethnicity will hinder the growth of individual users and technology as a whole. This lack of recognition or even acknowledgment is enabling the infamous digital divide. But it is also contradictory at the same time because whether the users choose to be anonymous or not, the sentiment of true, no one can see what color I am, but no one has to see what color I am. 

What is the importance of building communities in online spaces? 

It’s vital to build communities in online spaces because it allows for connection, spreading information, cultivating new ideas, and etc. Having a community can also be a safe space for others to lean in, I think that’s the most important thing right now, especially what’s been happening around the world. 

McLaine, S. (2001). Ethnic Online Communities: Between Profit and Purpose. In D. Gauntlett (Ed.), Web.Studies: Rewiring Media Studies for the Digital Age. Arnold Publishers.

O'Neill, M., & Peltz, P. (Directors). (2020). Surveilled [Film]. HBO Documentary Films.

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Binary

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 31/?

“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”

Or

Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.

Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA

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Contrary to Hitoshi’s belief, Izuku isn’t panicking about this situation. Not at all. While it’s less than ideal, Izuku knows he has the skills to beat Bakugou. He mainly just ends up freezing whenever he sees the ash blonde. Stupid trauma response. But this time it’s different.

This time he’s at UA. With teachers who actually do their job as teachers are supposed to. Aizawa’s already giving Bakugou four days worth of detention just for his actions and behaviors against Izuku. He’s got his family, who take no bullshit from Bakugou. Like Hitoshi who calls the blonde out on his abuse the second it comes out of his mouth. He’s got friends who think that Bakugou’s treatment of him is awful. Like Uraraka, who he’s paired up with in this so-called ‘lesson’ of All Might’s. He knows she won’t let anything happen to him. And Iida’s with Bakugou. He’s sure that the blue haired boy wouldn’t let him go too far either.

… Actually. Maybe he can play on that.

He pulls out his phone as stealthily as possible while All Might decides the order of the groups and starts plotting. If he plans this just right, they can win without a doubt. He’s got some semblance of his plan put together by the time it’s his and Uraraka’s turn to wait for Bakugou and Iida to set up. He follows her quietly to the entrance to wait. He waits a moment before reaching up to take out the earpiece All Might had provided them. He whispers, “I have a plan but it’s a stupid one.”

“Stupider than scaling a robot the size of a building?” she asks back. She even reaches up and removes her earpiece as well. Izuku’s whole being warms with that level of trust.

“Considering my plan is to capitalize on Bakugou coming after me and attempting to beat the shit out of me? Yes.”

Her eyes go wide at that, “Oh…”

He nods and glances around to make sure they’re truly alone before he relays his plan, “Can you keep another secret?”

“Yes of course!” She replies without hesitation. 

He smiles and moves to stand next to her, phone out with the screen horizontal. “Okay, this is a 3D rendition of the building All Might picked for this lesson,” He pulls it up on the screen and zooms into it a bit.

“Whoa… Where’d you get this?” She asks.

“Hacked into Principal Nedzu’s network to get the 3D blueprint from the database,” He responds casually before tapping around on the screen, “Now based on Bakugou being Bakugou and Iida being Iida; Bakugou will be patrolling for me around the front and back entrances of the building.” The screen zooms in on the entrance way and the hallways lining the area to the back entrance. “Meanwhile, Iida will be focused on the task at hand and plant the bomb. Based on interactions with him and just some knowledge of his mindset, he’ll more than likely put it in one of these locations.” The 3D render zips up to the far upper floors of the building, several rooms highlighted in red. “This is because he knows you and I well enough to know that’s the best place to put it; You with your nausea from your quirk and me with my lack of one. No hate though, he’s just using my lack of a quirk to his advantage.”

“Okay, yeah, makes sense. So what’s the plan, exactly?” 

Izuku goes back to the full outside view of the building, “Taking in your nausea factor, about how far up the building do you think you could float? Just point to a window you think you could reasonably get to without overtaxing yourself.”

“Um…” She stares at it for a long moment before pointing to a window on the third floor, “Probably this one.” 

“That’s perfect. It puts a whole floor in between you and Bakugou. It’s probably going to get a bit… explosive once he sees me. But I’ll be counting on that.”

“I’m a bit worried for your safety now, not going to lie…” 

That’s really sweet of her. He smiles at her gently, “Don’t worry. Bakugou has only ever known the me who has never fought back for fear of a worse punishment from teachers. Not to mention when I was so far in my self depreciation that it didn’t even occur to me that I could in the first place. He’s never attacked me before when I have the ability to fight back. I can handle him. I promise, Uraraka-chan!” 

She looks a bit apprehensive at first but then nods with a determined look on her face. He quickly runs her through his own plan for Bakugou after they split off. She still looks a bit apprehensive but adds that she trusts him to know what he’s doing. The place their headset pieces back into their ears just as the buzzer to start sounds. They exchange a nod and race towards the building. Izuku waits and watches as she floats herself up to the agreed upon window. She takes a couple of deep breaths when she releases herself onto the ledge to quell the rising nausea. She then looks down at him and nods. Izuku gives her a thumbs up before heading towards the entrance he was going to use to enter the building. 

“I do hope you know I don’t like this plan of yours,” CATRA’s voice comes through on the comm. 

“I’m not surprised you do. But it’ll work. I promise!” He tells her, glad that she was able to establish a link to him through the school’s mandated communicators. 

It’s quiet for a moment before a low rolling purr sound comes through but it sounds more like a sigh. He really needs to program her more vocal tones so she can have a bit more range of emotional communication. He and the others can tell the difference but if he ever shows her off to everyone else, they’ll be in the dark. He quietly opens the door and slips through it into the entryway of the building. “I do hope you know that I will be contacting your teacher should this go any kind of way negatively,” she tells him firmly.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” he whispers back before silently making his way to the edge of the hall. He ducks behind the wall and peaks around it. So far no sign of Bakugou. He needs to lure him away from the stairs though. He ducks back behind the edge and pulls out his phone again. Surely this building has a vent system since it’s a built-to-scale type of thing. He finds it in the blueprint he acquired. He puts his phone away and moves to the nearby vent shaft entrance. He pulls out a small screwdriver he keeps in one of the many pockets on his person. Carefully, he unscrews the vent before tucking the screwdriver away again. 

He pulls the vent cover away and sets it down quietly on the ground in front of it. He waits another moment to just listen. Still no sound of Bakugou but he must be running about somewhere on this floor looking for him. He smirks. A wild goose chase sounds fun in his humble opinion! He picks up a random object nearby (a book maybe?) and throws it into the opposite wall. It hits with a loud thunk. 

“THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING DEKU!” Bakugou roars from somewhere down the hall.

Bingo. He slips into the vent and climbs quickly and quietly through them. He hears Bakugou curse as he comes into the area he was in and doesn’t find him. He snickers to himself quietly at it. He continues through the vents before pausing at one point to kick the side of it hard enough to echo. Bakugou curses again from somewhere on the floor and Izuku makes his ‘escape’ again. This time the roar that comes from Bakugou sounds furious. He’s clearly not as amused with this cat and mouse game as Izuku is; Especially since his mouse is getting away.

What Bakugou doesn’t know is that, this time, Izuku is the cat in their game.

He leads the ashy blonde around a few more times with some more well placed kicks here and there. He moves into one of the vent shafts that’s in the ceiling of the hallway and gives one more kick to the vent wall. He waits on top of the vent cover, staring down into the hallway. 

“Where the fuck are you?!” Bakugou screams as he comes barrelling into the hallway, “Come out and face me you damn coward!” 

Well… he asked for it! He slams his way out of the vent; Falling out of it right on top of Bakugou. The blonde grunts as the weight of another teenager hits him and knocks him to the floor, face down. Izuku takes the moment of him being dazed to grab one of his arms and pull it back into a position that’s slightly on the painful side. He learned this move from Dabi who picked it up during his time on the streets. He’s reaching for the other arm when Bakugou finally reorients himself and starts struggling as best as he can. 

“You fucking cheat!” He cries as he thrashes around as much as he can with the other boy’s weight on him, “I don’t know what kind of fucking game you’re playing but it needs to stop!” 

“If we’ve told you once, we’ve told you a thousand times. I didn’t cheat. The only thing that’s different this time is the rules. For once, the rules say I’m allowed to fight back!” Izuku practically growls at him. He manages to wrestle his other arm back, being sure to avoid the small pops and sparks of explosions yet to be set off. Izuku knows he only hasn’t set them off completely because the pain from his arm is distracting him. He’s not thinking straight from it, which works well in Izuku’s favor. He gets the capture tape around both his wrists and sighs with a bit of a smirk, “You’ve been detained, villain.” 

Ruby red eyes widen from where they’re marginally looking over his shoulder before Bakugou starts shouting and thrashing again. Izuku’s tuning out all of it and just waiting for the call that Uraraka touched the bomb. It came through a moment or two later, with All Might announcing that the hero team had won. Izuku cheers quietly to himself over the win, not noticing that Bakugou had gone oddly still underneath him. Without a word or askance to do so, Izuku slips a small knife out to cut the bindings on Bakugou. Just because they’re not friends doesn’t mean that they’re not classmates and this wasn’t just an exercise. Hitoshi probably would’ve left him bound to embarrass him but Izuku’s not like that. 

He easily cuts the binds and puts the knife away without a word. He’s planning on just standing up to head back to the observation room once Iida and Uraraka join them but Bakugou apparently has another idea. The blonde screams again, this time it sounds like anger mixed with anguish, and knocks Izuku off of him. Izuku grunts in discomfort as his shoulder lands awkwardly but quickly rolls to his feet. 

Bakugou stands in front of him with near crazed eyes, arm held out in front of him in a way that’s oddly familiar, “I’m not letting you get away with this!” 

“Get away with what?” He asks, eyeing the grenade bracers warily and knowing what they’re capable of, “Winning against you? For once in my fourteen years of life?! Are you really that pathetic?!” 

“You don’t fucking get it!”  

“Of course I don’t get it!” he argues back, his own anger now spiking up, “You did nothing but make my life miserable from the age of four until ten when I was finally, finally, able to get out of that school! All because I didn’t have a quirk! But now that I finally get a chance to play fair in this sick and twisted little fucking game you made up, you’re pissed because you lost?! Get real! Aizawa was right when he told us that life isn’t fair! I realized that a long time ago but you had too many people kissing your feet and ass for you to realize the same thing! Get it in your head and realize that your quirk doesn’t automatically make you the best person around! In reality, your personality and treatment of people that you think are ‘less’ than you makes you one of the worst!”

The fury that was boiling in Bakugou’s eyes turns into a blaze at that line. Perhaps Izuku went too far… Bakugou grabs the pin on his bracer and starts to pull it. Izuku’s eyes widened. Surely he wouldn’t? He hasn’t even tested them yet. Surely he won’t try to use them?!

“Bakugou-kun! Stop!” All Might cries out over the loudspeaker. 

Bakugou doesn’t stop though. At the last possible second, Izuku moves; grabbing Bakugou’s wrists just as the pin is pulled out and pushing them up towards the ceiling. The explosion that goes off is massive. Or at least it feels that way. Sparks catch on both his hands and face from it. They sting but it’s nothing worse than what he was used to before from Bakugou. The smoke feels worse, filling his lungs from the closeness of it. Even Bakugou coughs a bit from it. 

They both take a second to breathe a bit before Izuku glares up at him, telling him harshly, “That was so stupid of you.” 

Bakugou makes a ‘tch’ sound with a grimace on his face. The sound of something cracking catches both their attention; Their heads whipping up to stare at the ceiling where the cracks from the explosion were now quickly spreading. Oh shit. It’s breaking fast! Only one of them will probably get fully out of the collapse zone. Izuku glances between Bakugou and the ceiling and makes a choice.

He moves his hands from Bakugou’s wrists to his shoulders and gives a harsh shove, much stronger than Bakugou was probably expecting. The blonde goes tumbling to the ground a few feet away just as the ceiling caves in. Izuku leaps a bit to try and get a majority out of the collapse zone but doesn’t fully make it; Being slammed to the ground as the rubble catches his waist and legs. 

“Deku!” His head swims as he vaguely hears Bakugou call out that insulting nickname. “Hitoshi’s going to kill me,” Is his last thought before the world goes black.

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all fics now linked under the cut! + *NEW* fics

A Present After All by ann2who / MCU / 9.3K

Christmas Eve. For the first time in years, Tony wouldn’t spend this day alone. And okay, there might be a little millennia-snowstorm involved, which had ruined everyone’s plans to spend Christmas at home with their families, but that were just details. Tony would take what life threw at him, and this, well… it was safe to say that life, in all of Tony’s short but extreme experience living it, had never been better. He only needed to survive the evening without making a complete fool of himself by doing something like grabbing Steve's Ugly Christmas Sweater and just kiss the guy.

a thousand (true) words by ohmyloki / MCU / 4K

Tony Stark was a liar. Life didn’t return to normal “soon enough”. It had been three weeks. Three weeks and, if anything, it had only gotten worse. New headlines were popping up everywhere. Every single photo ever taken where he had so much as glanced in Tony’s direction were suddenly irrefutable proof of their love affair.

All I Want For Christmas by Wordsplat / MCU

There's only one thing Tony wants for Christmas, and he's got a plan to get it. Though he unfortunately seems doomed to failure from step one, unbeknownst to him, a better strategist than he has a plan of their own.

Architecture by Sineala / 616 / 1.2K

Tony decorates Avengers Tower for the new team's first Christmas, and Steve's standing in a very fortuitous place.

As Sharp as Any Thorn by RurouniHime / MCU / 47K

It’s four days to Christmas, there’s a city in shambles, and the nation is in mourning because of the actions of a single man.

Christmas Eve Will Find Me by Kahn / MCU / 11K

Steve walked into his apartment to find Tony sitting on his kitchen counter, cross-legged, facing the door and flicking his thumbs against the screen of his futuristic phone in a way that meant he was either playing a game or hacking the security of some undoubtedly highly dangerous and deeply hostile organization. "Hi, Honey!" Tony trilled without looking up. "Welcome back!" Steve comes home.

Christmas With the Starks by nightwalker / AA / 7.2K - *NEW*

Steve wasn't sure what he was expecting when Tony invited him to Stark Mansion for Tony's quiet family Christmas, but it wasn't food fights, getting outed on Twitter by Tony's butler, or accidentally becoming a gay icon. Fortunately, if he's learned one thing since waking up in the future, it's how to adapt.

Family Tradition by kijikun / MA: A / 1.2K

Tony wants to continue a Christmas Eve family tradition with his new husband.

Five times the Avengers tried to make Tony like Christmas. (And the one time they didn’t.) by sara_holmes / AA / 5.4K

In which Tony avoids Christmas because of reasons and Clint is not okay with this. Featuring bickering, unresolved childhood issues, cookies, eggnog lattes, unicorn tree-toppers, man-eating snowmen and Steve being the only sane person in the tower.

Have and Have Nots by kehihnki / MCU / 8.5K

Apparently, Tony finds his lack of holiday cheer damn near offensive.

Hats Off for Christmas by Amuly / 616 / 1.6K

Steve and Tony sneak away from the Avengers Christmas party to celebrate in their own way.

I'd Dream of You by someonelsesheart / MCU / 4.8K

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, Rogers. You’ve got that look that you get when you find a wounded animal that you want to bring home. You think you can fix him. Listen to me now, Steve. Nobody can fix Tony Stark.”

I'll Give You Gifts Until You Know My Name by Amuly / 616 / 10.5K

Mr. Stark is an extravagant gift-giver: he has the money for it, after all. As Iron Man, Tony has the opportunity to gift Steve even more presents that, while less expensive, are more heartfelt. Having a secret identity means Tony gets to have his cake and eat it too when it comes to showering Steve with presents. Until Steve starts developing feelings for his armored companion, and all the benefits of living a double life are turned on their head for Tony Stark.

Jultide Cheer by Wordsplat / MCU / 11K

The Avengers' first Christmas as a team is spent exactly as it should be: with family.

later on, we'll conspire by ohmyloki / MCU / 2.6K

There's something Tony's never done before. And Steve's going to be the one to show him what it's all about.

let it snow by alonelygod / MCU / 3.1K

“There is paper hanging from my ceiling,” Tony says, mostly because he doesn’t know what else to say. “Wha—Oh,” Bruce looks confused for a moment, but then he smiles again, a nicer smile, a soft one that makes Tony think very briefly of his mother, “Right. They’re snowflakes.”

River by Jessia / MCU / 3.8K

Steve discovers a surprise talent of Tony's. This is relevant to his interests.

New Traditions by nightwalker / MCU / 9.4K

Tony's starting to think that tackling the whole teamwork thing, the sobriety thing and the holidays thing all at once might have been overly ambitious. AKA: Steve and Tony throw the first Annual Avengers Non-Denominational Winter Holiday Party.

Unnecessary by theapplepielifestyle / MCU / 3.9K

“It’s a Christmas tree, Tony. People put them up in December.”

tell me when you're gonna let me in by someonelsesheart / MCU / 3.3K

“You see these movies, right? And there’s always this dramatic New Year’s bullshit with fireworks and kissing and probably, like, way too much alcohol. It’s all bullshit. That never happens in real life. In real life, you just get a glass of whiskey and shitty fireworks that set fire to next door’s house and then possibly a jail sentence where, if you’re lucky, the middle-aged policeman on duty with trust issues will give you a glass of water. But he probably won’t. Because he’s an asshole. And he has trust issues.” Steve is a bartender. Tony is Tony.

'Tis the Season to Make Out With Your Teammates Because Of Decorative Plants by theapplepielifestyle / MCU / 5.3K / *NEW*

In all honesty, it starts because Clint is an asshole with too much free time on his hands, and every corner shop has mistletoe to spare if you’re an Avenger- saving the world on a weekly basis has its perks, and free Christmas merchandise turns out to be one of them. Later, Bruce tells them that Clint followed them around for two days, complete with seven failed attempts before finally picking the right moment for them to notice.

The Most Wonderful Time of Year by missbecky / MCU / 4.8K

Tony has never been fond of December and Christmas. So he's not exactly pleased when he comes home one night from a long day at work to discover that there's a Christmas party happening at Avengers Tower. But that's not the biggest surprise Steve has for him -- and suddenly Christmas doesn't seem so bad after all.

Yes, Tony Stark, There Is A Santa Claus by eleanor_lavish / MCU / 3.1K

Tony Stark doesn’t really give a shit about Christmas. I mean, sure, he’ll enjoy a glass of nog, and he’s always thought mistletoe was a great scam, but Christmas is about home and hearth and family and nostalgia and, let’s face it. The Starks had a lot of things, but not a lot for Tony to be nostalgic about. This year, however, nostalgia is the name of the game. This year, Tony’s throwing a motherfucking party.

You Know Me Now by evasaur / MCU / 3.8K

So here’s Tony at a Christmas party surrounded by people he doesn’t actually hate and who apparently don’t hate him, and that is enough to make him need to get rip-roaring drunk.

Your Lips and Mine (sharp as knives, sweet as summer berries) by IamShadow21 / MCU / 8K

In which Tony Stark kisses and is kissed, makes poor choices and good apologies, and ends up with a family of friends despite himself.

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Rebuilding - Emily Prentiss Imagine (Criminal Minds/Supernatural)

Title: Rebuilding

Pairing: Emily Prentiss X Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 2,989 words

Warning(s): canon-typical violence, bank robbery, mention of murder

Summary: (Season 7, Episode 23 & 24) When a crew of bank robbers take a blow at the heart of the B.A.U, the team goes on high alert. The following events prove that destruction can truly lead to more than one kind of rebuilding.

Author's Note: Oh, it has been too long.

Also, do you guys like the new OC banners? I thought they'd help differentiate the OC imagines from other imagines.

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"You can't go."

I groaned at Sam's comment.

I was on the phone with my brother while getting some things put together. I was already prepared to run off to help with the Leviathan situation they were facing. I was supposed to have at least the day off, so it was all going to work out.

"(Y/n), you probably have your own threats to worry about there," he explained.

"I'm going to hope you're referring to my normal line of threats and not the Leviathan kind of threats," I muttered.

"There's no way Dick Roman has as much pull as he does without having someone helping him get in with the government."

I ran a hand over my face. "Okay. Fine. I'll stay in D.C."

"Thank you."

"I expect a phone call as soon as you guys are done with the job, got it," I switched into older sibling mode in a moment. "We... Too much has gone wrong, got it? I need to know that you two are okay."

"I'll call, I promise."

"Alright, love you, tell Dean that I said I love him too, and please don't get yourselves killed."

"Love you too," he replied. "Have a good day."

I ended the call soon after that. "I'll try-"

My phone rang again before I could even get the sentence out.

"Hello," I said.

"We need you to come in," Hotch was on the other end of the phone.

"Why," I asked.

"Bank robbery, hostage situation."

My heart dropped for a moment. Natural reaction after what had happened earlier this year.

"On my way," I muttered.

Most cases had a pause. The jet ride there was enough to prevent complete panic, but at times like these, that just wasn't possible. J.J and ended up riding to the crime scene together. The rest of the team- Hotch, Spencer, Morgan, and Emily- were already waiting there with J.J's husband, who had gotten a shot off on one of the robbers.

She gave him a hug as we made it over.

"The media's calling them the Face Cards," Hotch explained as we walked over to the center of operations. "Seven bank robberies in seven months. They kill one person at each robbery."

"M.O?" Rossi stepped in front of the rest of us.

"Single gunshot wound. Each of the victims has bled out."

"Serial killers with a 30-day cooling-off period and we're only just hearing about this now," Emily asked.

"Headquarters characterized them as robbers first, killers second," Hotch replied.

"No one kills seven people without serious psychopathic tendencies," Spencer argued.

"I disagreed with the original assessment," Hotch said. "I was overruled."

"So, why are we here now?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Because crisis negotiation is overseas."

"What more do we know about them," J.J asked.

"They're organized, they're efficient. Each strike lasts about two minutes."

"They gotta be scouting the banks in advance," Morgan commented. "Why haven't we been able to I.D. them off of surveillance footage?"

"They hacked the security feed during both the initial canvas and during the robbery," Hotch led us all into the truck. Garcia was already there, hard at work. "Until the masks come back on, and then we're allowed to watch."

My stomach churned at the word 'allowed'. Like it was a show.

There's this thing with hostage situations.

Everyone wants to get it done as quickly as possible, but even that could take hours. There are just too many factors. Identifying, negotiating, minimal loss of hostages.

Too much to consider in what never felt like enough time.

We had been fortunate enough to have access to the surveillance cameras. It gave us more to work with.

But nothing was ever ideal. Especially when a crew seemed so detached when it came to their crime.

I had gone back with Emily, J.J, and Spencer to investigate the victimology.

The queen had been the only one shooting. The one that's truly in charge of the operation. Time, kills, everything but grabbing the money. Grabbing the money was the king's job.

The key was going to be turning the king and the queen against each other.

And then one of the brothers died.

That's when things started crumbling.

We made it back to the scene sometime later.

I was trying to stay focused on the case at hand, but I could feel my mind wandering. I was still thinking about Sam and Dean. I could only hope that they were just still on the job and that it wasn't the fact that no one was left to call me.

"You alright?" Emily touched my arm.

I nodded. "Sam and Dean are on a... dangerous hunt. I'm worried."

"What makes this one so dangerous," she asked.

"It just is."

Since Emily came back after faking her death, things had been different. After our fight and separation, most of the tension had seemed to clear itself. At work, at the very least. But I still hadn't gotten to the point where I was comfortable sharing every detail of what was going on. It was hard. She seemed to respect that.

She nodded to me and kept moving.

Will and Morgan were looking at blueprints of the bank when Emily, J.J, and I walked over.

"Garcia caught us up," Emily said as we made it over. "Why instigate a hostage situation?"

"What's a narcissist without attention?" Morgan replied. "She thrives on it."

"She's got to have some greater plan here," I muttered.

"We need to separate Chris and the female to find out what that is," Emily added.

"It's not gonna be hard, they're already on edge," Morgan explained.

We watched as Rossi attempted to drive a wedge between them. Attempted. It didn't quite work. Instead, he demanded to speak to the cop that shot his brother.

Most of the team went inside the truck, but Emily and I stayed outside with Rossi.

Another hostage shot every thirty seconds. That's what the promise was. Emily ran inside to tell the team the news.

"Second chain of bank robberies in a year," Rossi muttered to me. "It feels like the world is falling apart."

"That's not even the half of it," I mumbled, more to myself than him.

"What?"

I looked at him. I had to very quickly come up with an answer. "We work a dangerous job. Every case we work makes it feel like the world is falling apart."

He nodded.

They were getting ready to make an ambush, but no one moved. I made it over to Morgan, Emily, and J.J next to one of the police cars. And then, Will went walking in front of the rest of them.

J.J tried to run over as he did. Morgan and I went to grab her at the same time.

When two gunshots rang out, it felt like everyone's hearts stopped at once.

Everyone loaded into the truck again in silence. Nothing could've eased the tension. Nothing. It was just the team in silence with the buzzing of the now-dead surveillance camera.

I wanted to call that moment the first domino. Realistically, the robbery itself should've taken on the title, but Will going into that bank was the biggest escalation of the day.

After that, it was like all hell had broken loose.

The team moved. We were ready to go in.

And then, all the hostages walked out. No word or warning. They just walked out.

Clear way in.

Until the bank blew up.

I remembered hearing Rossi in my ear literally a moment before it happened.

I pushed myself off the ground, trying to ignore the ringing in my ears. I looked around the crowd. Emily had already gone inside through the back door.

J.J and I shared a look before both going to run inside.

Emily was in a room in the back, looking in on the condition of a people that had been hiding away in the back. Will was nowhere to be seen. Neither were the robbers.

J.J ran to check for Will. I stayed with Emily and the couple.

The older woman begged for us to let her stay with her husband. We tried to comfort her, promise that they were both going to be okay. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself focused.

I glanced at Emily before shaking my head and going back to the couple.

A few medics came in to help them.

"Come on," I said as Emily coughed again.

"I can stay-"

"The medics will take care of it."

She finally let me pull her outside. I got her some water and guided her back to the truck.

It was all complete chaos. Everyone was trying to make moves, but no one quite knew where to start.

We were all watching the nearby street cams. The two of them had taken a federal vehicle from the scene. Will was alive and with them. The only thing that we needed to do was figure out where they were going and what their endgame could possibly be.

We got a report of a medic getting shot. It was the only sign that Will was still alive. Cameras caught the entire event.

This was an hour after the explosion. It was the best sign that the next attack was going to be in the city.

Which only helped us so much, but it was better than nothing.

There was another man involved in the incident. He had been playing the role of one of the hostages. It was a pair of extreme adrenaline junkies.

Watching J.J spiral into tunnel vision was... scary. She was nothing short of a badass, making her angry wasn't going to end well. I wanted to say that she wouldn't cross the line, but to protect her family... I had seen that drive a lot of people to do things that they never would've done before.

When she found out that the woman from the robbery knew where she and Will lived, I'm almost certain that J.J only saw red. She hid it well, but I knew the signs. I had grown up seeing them. On Dean, on Sam, even on my dad at times... I knew the moment when all reason went out the window in the name of saving the ones you loved.

Which means I knew that J.J was unstoppable at that point.

She and Rossi took off to her place. The rest of us were on the truck. Still looking, investigating... hoping.

We went back into the explosion site.

"Why didn't they take all the money," Spencer asked.

"They were a man down and needed to get out in a hurry," Morgan replied.

"But she had this planned," I argued. "Not only that, but she was also calm the whole time. Disconnected. The man down didn't worry her and she wasn't here for the money alone."

"Everything they've said and done was for a reason," Morgan said. "But what doesn't make any sense is she switched the negotiation demand. She changed it to Chad. Chris wanted to go to Switzerland."

"They also requested a private plan, but no mention of a pilot," Emily pointed out.

"Even the dates mean something," Spencer added. "In 2004, while she was wreaking havoc abroad, he was dishonorably discharged. Then, in 2008, they likely met in Chad. And this... 2012."

"You think the attack is meant to line up with an election year," I said. "Political statement? Dishonorable discharge could be a trigger for him. Feels used and thrown out by the country he fought to protect. Could be seeking vengeance."

"It's their story," Emily replied.

"Like the woman from earlier? Her husband was her story?"

"All of the details are a part of their story," Emily nodded.

We all followed Emily back out to the truck.

"Their timelines suggest that they were both destructive before they met."

"An ex-soldier turning on their country," Strauss asked.

"It's rare, but soldiers become disenfranchised, no matter the nationality," Emily explained.

"If he met someone like-minded at that time, there'd be no stopping them," I added.

"You're thinking they met during the civil unrest in Chad in '08," Hotch replied.

"And one or both of them are pilots," Spencer added.

"If Garcia focuses on that region, specifically weapons moving in and out of Libya, there's a good chance we'll find when their paths crossed," Emily suggested. Garcia nodded, starting to work on tracking that down.

"Alright," Garcia said. "Multiple entries for a private pilot named Matthew Downs in '08, but I don't have her name."

"She had aliases," Emily replied. "That's the only way to stay a ghost. Here's the thing, they are a couple. Regardless of what we believe, they will celebrate themselves and their connection. Is there anything that happened on this date in Chad?"

"Oh, you are good, Emily Prentiss, but this news is not," I had to fight the attempt of a small grin that wanted to cross my lips when Emily got complimented. "Yes, there were multiple explosions on this date in '08."

"Where were the most casualties," Hotch asked.

"A... train."

"Symtex and C-4," Morgan asked.

"Yup."

"Are trains still arriving at Union Station," I looked over at Strauss.

"Yes, but only the authorities are allowed in."

"They have Will and a government vehicle," I pointed out.

The team loaded into the S.U.Vs and took off toward Union Station. The place was already surrounded and being evacuated when we showed up.

It was still chaotic when we got inside and tried to find Matthew Downs and Will.

Morgan's voice rang in my ear that he saw the suspect going toward the East exit. I looked around for Emily as I started heading that way. I had no idea where she was.

"I found Will," was the next message that came through on the earpiece. I sighed and took off in Morgan's direction.

"Is he mobile," Hotch asked.

"Negative," she replied. "He's got six transmitters on him and this whole place is gonna blow."

I almost froze.

"Where are you, I'm heading that way," Hotch said.

"No, you gotta get everyone out," Emily insisted. "Is the bomb squad here yet?"

"They're three minutes away."

"Copy."

After that, the radio went quiet. I tried to keep myself focused on helping Morgan, but I could already feel the worry eating at my stomach. I felt like I should go back. Get Emily the hell out of there.

No. No. Morgan needed me here. I needed to help him.

I watched Morgan drag Matthew off the fence before Matthew slammed him against it.

I pulled my gun, planning to just threaten the guy until he turned and slammed Morgan against a dumpster next to them. I fired a shot a few moments after that and waited until Matthew had fallen to the ground before I lowered my weapon.

"You alright," I asked Morgan. He nodded, touching his throat. "Come on."

Morgan and I were just rounding the corner when I saw Emily, Will, and Hotch making their way out. I took off running.

"Emily!"

She looked over as soon as I yelled. She was about to say something, but I pulled her into a hug before she could. She slowly hugged me back, I felt her hide her face in my shoulder.

My chest hurt.

Even after the anxiety and panic had faded, I was in pain after everything had happened. I was tired. I needed to correct things. Stop wasting time.

I leaned back a bit. Just far enough to look at her.

And it was definitely more impulsive than I would've liked, but I kissed her.

The whole thing lasted a matter of seconds before I seemed to snap back to my senses and leaned away again.

"I... I'm sorry," I shook my head. "That was... I shouldn't-"

"It's okay," she stopped me.

"Really?"

She nodded before leaning in and kissing me again. I kept thinking about how much I had missed this before. I tried to pull her closer to me, even though that wasn't really possible.

She leaned back first this time.

"I really missed that," I mumbled, my eyes still shut as my forehead touched hers.

"So did I," she said before grabbing my hand. "Come on, we gotta go."

I nodded, letting our fingers intertwine.

As we walked away from the station, my phone started ringing. It was Sam on the other line.

"Hey, finally, what happened-"

"Dean's gone."

"What," I asked, stopping where I was. Emily looked back at me.

"He... He killed Dick and now Dean and Cas are just gone. I have no idea where they are, and Crowley won't tell me and he got Kevin-"

I felt like I just went numb for a few moments. When I looked at Emily, I seemed to snap into focus again.

"Alright, alright, Sam," I cut off his rambling. "I... I'm at a crime scene. I'm going to head home and call you back. I need you to get out of wherever the fuck you are and wait for me to call, got it?"

"Okay."

"We'll figure this out, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, alright."

"Now, go."

I ended the call before walking over to Hotch. I muttered something to him about a family emergency and he told me to just go. Emily followed me.

"What happened," she asked as we made it to one of the S.U.Vs.

"That really dangerous hunt that I mentioned?" I said. "It went wrong."

"What?"

"Something happened to Dean and Cas."

"I thought Cas was dead."

"Oh, shit, I have a lot to fill you in on," I muttered. I ran my hands over my face.

"Hey," she grabbed one of my hands. "It's gonna be fine. One step at a time."

I nodded before going to start the car.

One step at a time.

I could handle that.

Hopefully.

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Kept mob princeling Daniel you say?

Well. I've got nothing to do on this bus ride and I love violence so.

Plus cop Terry?

Is he crooked and in on it or is he trying to get the precious boy out of the life?

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You are not without sin!!!!!

Clearly, you have hacked my phone and have access to my WIP/notes because I have an AU (which will never see the light of day) of Chris from NINY (as the kept boy of a mob boss - a situation he wants no part of) and Terry McCain from Excessive force - as the cop who saves him. Although it could easily be done as Daniel and Terry.

Kept (Brat) Mob Princeling Daniel, my beloved.

Now, one of my fav Mob au ideas (of which I have plenty) is Daniel as the youngest son of A powerful mob boss - Deniro (naturally), who is super spoiled and coddled by Deniro (maybe he looks too much like his mother - Deniro’s beloved wife - so he’s more lenient. Maybe as the youngest he’ll never take over the business. Maybe Deniro recognizes he’s too delicate for this life - like his mother) but he is a Mob brat with a capital B. Whoever gets him will have his hands full.

That usually splits into two scenarios.

Scenario one:

Terry is also an older powerful mob boss and Daniel’s married off to him to stop a feud OR unite the two families. Terry has proven to be the only one who can handle Daniel and will be able to provide him the lazy, cushy lifestyle he has grown accustomed to - plus he’s had his eye on Daniel for awhile.

Scenario two)

Terry is his bodyguard/protecter and although his charge is a handful there is a bond there. Terry is appointed to take over the family (he’s been loyal and in this scenario Daniel is his only son and Deniro knows he’s not suited for the violence of their lifestyle, just the decadence) and Terry marries Daniel as part of this deal. Terry knows how to handle his younger bratty husband though, just fine.

That being said, I have, roughly, a million AUs - all warring for supremacy, but if you insist on such violence - smiles to show the blood on my teeth 😈 - I’ll include the notes (be warned rough rough notes) for the NINY EF crossover one (as those are on my phone).

It’s also self indulgent, almost bordering on trashy romance plot points and ideas - so you’re warned on that.

Terry catches him up but sees he is terrified.

He takes him to the police station and Chris spills that he’s Dimarco’s boy.

And he hates Dimarco - wants to be free of him, but he’s too afraid to testify.

And he hates Dimarco - wants to be free of him, but he’s too afraid to testify.

And he hates Dimarco - wants to be free of him, but he’s too afraid to testify.

Terry knows he can get him to turn informant and offers to Protect him.

So Chris agrees and goes home with him.

So while Chris is there he kind of cleans up the place.

Cooks for Terry etc

He’s a great cook / learned for it from his mom.

But he’s being all soft and domestic and Terry was always saying he never wanted to be with someone because his job is so dangerous etc but he finds himself wanting Chris and the life that represents.

He finds out that maybe Dimarco never treated him right.

He got his hands on Chris when he was like 17.

Maybe he lost his mom and had no one else to turn too (maybe she worked for Dimarco?!) so Dimarco thought he could get him to work the parties / pretty face to flirt with the clientele but after awhile Dimarco made him his kept boy.

Terry tells himself he needs no one.

But finds himself falling for Chris but knowing what he knows he doesn’t want Chris to think he needs to do that to stay or have his protection.

But once Chris sort of makes the first move then Terry is like okay.

But Chris is nervous and has some valid fears.

And in the beginning he kind of flinches if Terry gets mad or makes sudden movements and Terry recognizes what that means.

Terry being so careful with him - going slow even if it goes against his nature of moving fast - Terry was a hothead with his Gf in the movie BUT gentle all the same.

Treating him right like he deserves.

And the first time they have sex - super soft like the scene in the movie.

Chris is like 20/21 and Terry is like 30 maybe 🤔

Terry teaching him how to play piano and Self defense.

Daniel teaching him to cook.

Oh and he would bring the kitten home to him ❤️

Some idea to highlight how Terry puts it together (that Dimarco wasn’t just keeping him a kept boy but was abusive in other ways).

Like being nervous when he changes something while cleaning.

“If you don’t like it I can change it back.”

“No this is actually better.”

Being scared when he comes home pissed one night.

Making sure he doesn’t get too close to Terry.

Nervous for the food

“Is it good? I can make whatever you want if you don’t like it.”

Maybe his face was bruised too - that first night they met.

Terry takes him around Chicago / Chris is from NY and although he’s been in Chicago a few months, he wasn’t really allowed out of Dimarco’s sight.

They go on dates - although they aren’t acknowledged as such.

Maybe a goon of Dimarco’s sees Chris when he’s out picking up some groceries IDK and threatens Terry (Dimarco is currently in jail, awaiting trial).

Says he’ll beat it no matter what Chris says in court, and Dimarco will get Chris back and he’ll be sorry - especially when they kill Terry.

That night, Chris is off and Terry notices but Chris plays it off. Says he’s not feeling well and goes to bed early.

Terry is doing a double shift and leaves again.

Chris tries to leave then - maybe tries to sneak out but Terry comes home early. He was too worried about how weird Chris was acting.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m not testifying. I’m going back. To him.”

“Like hell you are.”

“Terry, I am.”

“No you aren’t. You’re not leaving.”

And this point, Chris isn’t afraid of Terry - not like he was in the beginning, due to how Dimarco treated him - he’s helped Chris past all that.

“What’s happened?”

“Nothing I just realized I was an idiot for thinking I could help and that Dimarco can ever be put away. It’s not safe.”

The not safe clues Terry in - Chris has said he’s never felt safe before UNTIL Terry.

“The man. the other day. who was he?”

“No I’m …”

“Chris.”

“I told you.”

“Chris.”

He gets out it was dimarco’s man.

“I will not let him hurt you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried for.”

“Then who.”

“Please Terry just let me leave I can’t …”

He tries to shoulder past but Terry grabs him and Chris strikes him, trying to get free - not because he’s afraid but because he’s desperate to leave. he’s not desperate to leave Terry though and Terry can sense that. He has to get out of Chris what has happened.

Chris is trying to push against him, but Terry just holds on, trapping his hands etc

Terry just holding on tighter /

Screaming “let me go.”

“no. I’m never letting you go - not back there. That will never happen.”

The struggling stops and he starts sobbing now, begging, “please, Terry.”

“What did he say?” Touches his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

“No, please don’t.”

“Baby, what did he say.” First time that he used such a nickname.

“He said he’d kill you.”

“Chris”

“I can’t have you get hurt because of me I can’t please don’t. Just let me go.”

“Never.”

Terry Kisses him then.

First time - then sex?! Like the EF sex scene.

Gentle, hair touching and stuff.

That’s what I got.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San: The Calm After The Storm. (Oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Reader (fem)

Word count: 3.5k

Inspiration: Fifty Shades Freed

Warnings: profanities, alcohol, blood, guns, death, violence.

"What the fuck is this?!" you asked through gritted teeth, throwing the freshly printed photos at San's chest.

Your husband didn't have to look at them to know what you were talking about; his men had already reported to him that you watched the entire recording of him seducing his... target. 

"Babe—"

"No, San!" you yelled, cutting him off. "This is the fifth fucking time!"

"But the other one time wasn't about this."

"The other three, now four times were!" he was really getting on your nerves.

"Why are you overreacting?" he questioned with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, you knew I had no choice."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. "I understand that you had to seduce her. I know that it's your job," you tried to say calmly, but your voice was rising. "What I don't understand is why you let her slip her fucking hand into your pants after you got the damn information that you wanted!"

San visibly gulped; he didn't expect you to be this angry. He thought he was well prepared to face you after mentally forming the situation in his head. He knew you'd be pissed, but not to this extent.

"I pushed her away though," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, after like, five minutes," you retort. "And the worst part was that you were clearly enjoying yourself in those five minutes! Do you know her or something?"

San sighed deeply, ignoring the question. "Babe, look, I'm sorry," he apologized, not sure about what else he could say to calm you down. Your husband took your hand in his. "I won't do it again, I promise."

You immediately ripped your hand away from his, rolling your eyes. "That's what you always say, San." He took a deep breath; you were testing his patience and he didn't like people doing that.

"San," you start, "How would you feel if you saw a guy kissing me and I get carried away and let him touch me?"

That struck him. Hard. He would hate it, obviously. San wouldn't even hesitate to put a bullet through the man's head if he touched you in any way.

San's silence gave you the answer. "That's what I thought," you snorted.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," San apologized again. "But I still had to do it and you know that."

"Whatever," you mumbled and turned around, heading to your room; he still didn't understand just how much it hurt you. It was already worse enough that you had to witness him kiss and touch all those women. But witnessing San let another woman touch him in the place where only you're allowed to, not only pissed you off, but also hurt you deeply. As the seducer of the mafia gang, he was literally trained to not get carried away; his only job was to get whatever information was needed. San was a very, very skilled seducer and you knew that damn well. Although he did get carried away a few times, he never let his targets touch him. So you couldn't understand why he let that happen now. You texted Yunho (your bestfriend and San's close friend) to ask about that woman, knowing that he would never lie to you.

Your anger increased when Yunho replied: "Oh, she hooked up with San a couple of times back in high school." You snorted in annoyance; so he let her touch him just because he knew her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone's notification going off. Your friends were planning to go clubbing tonight as it was a Saturday. You were going to decline, knowing that San wouldn't let you go if he wasn't with you, but you decided against it; you had a plan in mind and you knew it would work.

You ignored San the entire afternoon. He tried to talk to you but you didn't even spare him a glance. He sighed, leaving you alone to cool down.

-

"Where are you going?" San asked, looking at you from head to toe, while your four year old daughter, Minhee, played with some toy aeroplanes.

"Clubbing," you answered without looking at him.

"You're not going anywhere," San said through gritted teeth. "Especially not wearing that." You were wearing denim shorts and a black lace bralette that showed off your cleavage more than you'd usually prefer. You purposely chose this outfit, of course, and he knew that.

"You don't get to decide where I go and what I wear," you stated. You walked over to your daughter, placing a kiss on her head. "Minnie," you called her by her nickname. "Mommy will be back soon, okay?" you said to your little angel before walking out the door.

-

"Y/N! You finally came!" one of your friends yelled, already drunk. She takes your hand and drags you through the crowd of people to get to the bar on the other side. "Three tequila shots for my friend here!"

A while later, you noticed Wooyoung and Mingi at the entrance of the club; you knew San would end up here as soon as he asks Seonghwa or Hongjoong to look after your daughter for the night.

And you were right.

San entered the club, dressed in all black, looking fucking hot. You wanted to go up to him and ask him to fuck you till you see stars; however, you were still pissed and had a plan to execute.

You quickly downed your shots and pulled your friend to join your other friends who were dancing. You danced with them until one of your friends introduced you to some random guys. One of the guys, who you found really good looking, started to dance with you. You noticed San sitting on a barstool, watching everything. At that moment, the guy you were dancing with put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, making San nearly break the glass he was holding. Perfect. Your plan was working.

When you glanced at where San was seated, he wasn't there anymore. You glanced around, searching for him until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, dragging you away.

San dragged you downstairs where there were private rooms especially for him and his gang members as they owned this club. He took you to the room belonging to him, locking the door behind him.

"What the fuck were you doing?! How could you let him even lay a finger on you?!" your husband snarled through gritted teeth.

You snorted. "All he did was put his hands on my waist. At least he didn't slip them into my pants and touch me."

San now understood exactly why you did that; you were giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You moved to sit on the sofa, your legs starting to hurt from dancing so much. San kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on the bare skin of your thigh. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole, I know. But please understand that chick meant nothing to me. I didn't even know her."

You pushed his hands away from you. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," he lied.

"You hooked up with her in high school," you deadpanned.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He just fucked up again. "Y/N, I didn't mean to—"

You stood up from the couch. "No, fuck you, I'm done with you and your fucking bullshit," you snarled angrily, cutting him off, before making your way back to your friends.

"They might take this route instead, we can't predict what they'll do," Jongho said while moving around the meeting room; he was in charge of today's meeting on some mafia gang who had tried to hack into your gang's system to get information on your international drug deals.

During the meeting, your daughter's nanny called you. You declined the call, sending her a text that you were in a meeting. She called again and you ignored it, thinking she wouldn't have seen your message. When she called for the third time, you excused yourself from the meeting.

"I'm in a meeting, Jina, what is—"

"Mrs. Choi," she sobbed. "T-They took Minnie..."

"What?! Who?!" you felt your stomach churn uneasily.

"I-I don't know," Jina cried, "They beat me up at the park till I passed out and t-took her away. They said they would c-contact you."

"Where are you?" you asked.

"At a nearby hospital," she said. "An old couple brought me here."

"I'll be there in five," you said and hung up. You were just about to enter the meeting room, but an unknown number called you. You picked up, assuming it was your daughter's kidnappers since you never got calls from unknown numbers.

"You have a beautiful daughter, Choi Y/N," the man said. "I bet she would look even better with a slit throat, yeah?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" you asked, voice laced with venom.

The man chuckled. "It's simple, your fucking gang has to pay for my loss."

"Just tell me what the fuck you want!"

"Fifteen billion won in cash," he said. "That's the amount I lost because of you motherfuckers. Now listen to me carefully if you don't want your precious child dead. You aren't going to tell anyone about this. Not a word to your boss, Kim Hongjoong. Not a word to your pathetic husband, Choi San. I have eyes watching you, so don't try to act smart. I know you're having a meeting right now about a gang who tried to hack into your system." your eyes widened; how the fuck does this guy know? "I'm giving you three hours," he continued. "If you don't get the money within that time, I'll kill your daughter. Anyway, you'll find a black van waiting for you outside the bank. Your time starts now, Mrs. Choi. Tick tock, tick tock," he chuckled before hanging up.

"Fuck!" you yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. You ran your hand through your hair, trying to calm down; you felt like breaking down but you had to stay strong for your daughter. You wiped your tears before making your way back to the meeting room.

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling quite unwell," you mumbled, quickly collecting your stuff. "Please continue without me."

"Y/N, should I take you home?" San asked; you both still haven't made up from the fight you had a week ago. He tried to talk to you a few days ago, but it resulted in a bigger fight.

"No!" you half-yelled in frustration, startling some of the people in the room. "I'm fine," you said in a softer tone. You quickly left before San could follow you.

-

"Ah, Mrs. Choi, how can I help you?" the bank manager asked, taking a seat across you.

"I need fifteen billion won in cash," you stated, stunning the manager.

"Ma'am, that is a very large amount so cash isn't the best—"

"I need it in cash. It's really urgent," you said in an annoyed tone.

He gulped and nodded. "Please give me your national ID card."

You handed it to him, fiddling with your fingers while he entered your details into the computer system.

"You have a joint account with your husband, Choi San, correct?"

"Yes."

"Ma'am, we will need Mr. Choi's confirmation as he is the primary account holder."

You mentally cursed. "That won't be necessary," you stated, trying to control your anger.

The manager sighed. "All right, please give me a moment," he said before leaving the room.

You groaned in frustration, putting your head in your heads. You couldn't imagine what your little daughter was going through; you knew she would be scared to death. Your phone rang, interrupting your thoughts.

You declined the call when you saw it was your husband. When he called again, you had no choice but to pick it up, knowing he would keep calling you. "Hello?"

"Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you making such a huge transaction?" San questioned. You mentally cursed the bank manager for contacting San. "Y/N, answer me! What's wrong?" You just kept quiet, knowing you'd break down if you opened your mouth. You heard San take a deep breath. "Are you leaving me or something? Is this about the fights we've been having? I'm sorry about that, I know it was my fault and I don't deserve you, but please, let's talk about this," he begged, making your tears spill from your eyes. "Y/N, say something, please. Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't," you whispered, choking on a sob.

"Baby, please," he begged. "Don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you."

"I'm sorry, San."

There was silence on his end before he sighed. "Okay, take all the money you want," he said and hung up.

A moment later, the manager came into the room. "Ma'am, Mr. Choi has given his permission for the transaction. The procedure for huge cash transactions are of course different, so I need you sign a few papers and write a cheque. It'll take a little over half an hour to get the money in cash."

-

As soon as you got the cash, you called your daughter's kidnappers. "I assume you've got the money?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Good. You'll see a black van from across the entrance of the bank," he said and hung up.

You quickly made your way outside, easily spotting the van. You crossed the street and got into the van.

You couldn't recognize the driver and the other man in the passenger seat. Your daughter wasn't even here.

"Good job, Mrs. Choi," the man in the passenger seat said with a smirk; you recognized him as the guy on the call.

"Where's my child?"

"Relax," he grinned. "We're going to her right now." He glanced at the driver who nodded and started driving.

"Ah, give me your phone," the man said. "We don't need your husband tracking us." You hesitantly gave it and he switched it off.

After what felt like hours, you reached an old building. As soon as you got outside the car, you spotted your daughter tied to a wall, unconscious with a bleeding head.

"Minhee!" you yelled, running to her.

Before you could untie her, you felt an arm go around your neck, choking you. Even though you were trained to fight, you weren't the best at it. Nevertheless, you tried to free yourself. You kicked the man in the shin, making his grip around you loosen. You took that opportunity to bite his hand before turning around, punching him in the face. You kept punching him until two other men grabbed you. You managed to get one of them injured by repeatedly kicking his private area, but the other guy one was too strong. He easily picked you and threw you onto the concrete floor, making you bang your head and knee. You groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid running down your face. You pushed yourself to get up despite the excruciating pain you felt. His gun was pointed at you while he smiled. "Have a great time in hell, Choi Y/N."

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the man dropped his gun, clenching his hand in pain. A few more gunshots were fired at him, instantly killing him.

"Y/N!" you heard San scream. He picked you up in his arms bridal style, and you got a glimpse of his teary eyes.

"Min-Minhee," you murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Seonghwa's got her" was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

You slowly opened your ears, squinting due to the bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were in Yeosang's mini hospital at your gang's mansion. You turned your head to the side, spotting your husband reading some documents.

"San," you murmured, but it wasn't loud enough. "San," you raised your voice a little, coughing due to your extremely dry throat.

San immediately turned to you, eyes widening. "Y/N!" He quickly poured you a glass of orange juice since that was the first thing he saw. He helped you drink the juice, feeling so relieved to see you finally awake.

"How are you feeling, my love?" he asked, taking your hand in his.

"Where's Minhee?" you asked, panick clear in your eyes.

"Minnie is playing with Jongho and Yunho," San said, making you sigh in relief that your daughter was alive. "She's doing well. She got a few stitches, but it's healing quickly. Our daughter is very brave."

Your eyes teared up. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about—"

"Shh, don't," he cupped your cheek. "I understand why you did what you did, babe. I would've done that too. Anyway, we wiped out that entire gang and got the money back."

"What happened? How did you find me?"

"We killed all the four men and the other three who were hiding. One of them ran away to Japan, but Wooyoung and Mingi went there and killed him," San explained before getting a little nervous. "And um, don't be mad, but I put a tracker on your necklace."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Hey, see, it proved to be helpful!" he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Before you could reply, San placed his hand over your mouth. He took a deep breath while a wide smile spread on his face. "I also have some good news."

"What's the news?" you asked, voice muffled due to San's hand on your mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but the door burst open, revealing your daughter.

"Mommy!" she squealed, running to your bed, trying to get onto the bed that was too high for her.

San picked his daughter up, placing her beside you. "Be careful, angel. Mommy is still recovering." The little girl nodded at her father before looking at you.

"How you feel, mommy?" she asked.

"Much better, now that you're here," you replied, tickling her chin. Your daughter giggled, moving away from you. She placed her little hands on your stomach.

"Come out fast so that we can play!"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you glanced at San. "About that..." he chuckled, taking your hand in his. "We're having another baby. You're pregnant."

"W-What?" you gasped in shock. You and San had been trying to get another child for quite sometime now.

"Yeah," he giggled, kissing the back of your hand. "You're almost a month long and the baby is perfectly fine."

Happy tears streamed down your face while your hands moved to your stomach. San kissed your head before pulling away a little. "I know I've been getting on your nerves a lot, but thank you for blessing me with Minhee and now another baby," he mumbled. "I love you so much, my beautiful wife." He crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

"Eww!" your daughter squealed in disgust. "I'm going to tell uncle Jongho that you're kissing!"

San pulled away with a giggle before lifting his daughter into his arms, placing kisses all over her face while she squirmed around, laughing loudly.

You lovingly watched the two of them with a large smile on your face, and you couldn't wait for the future when your new baby would arrive, adding more happiness to your and your family's lives.