#oa x reader

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Because I Need You

Because I Need you 

OA X Reader 

Y/N’s Pov 

Things were hard lately. Work has been a lot lately we were working a rough case and everyone was on edge. 

A serial killer was kidnapping young women around town. It was young women on their way home from work. Most of them were 9-5 people who were just trying to get home.

We figured it was because it was easy to track and follow. This killer was different though it seemed like he didn’t  have a cooling off period. 

It was like clock work every day at the same time we were discovering someone new, 

Every time we felt like we were getting somewhere close we just ended right back up at square one again.

 It was all taking a major toll on all of us. Literally watching the minutes click down until someone else has lost their life. 

None of us had been home in days. We were each taking turns sleeping in the breakroom. None of us could fall asleep though. I mean how could you knowing  what was going to happen. 

You all would take a moment to eat and take a breather as much as you could. It was hard because you knew you needed to be on top of your game you had to take care of yourself but every time you did it felt like a waste of time. 

Like right now you were currently sitting outside. Letting the sun hit your face, you were looking down at your lunch not being able to eat. 

You were just re playing every connection in your head. Where could we go from here. Where can we look at next to help. 

You were so in your head you didn’t even notice when OA came and sat down next to you. He placed his hand softly on the top of yours in order to get your attention. 

“Hey talk to me” He said. 

You snapped your neck up to look at him. He gave you a worried look on his face,. His big brown eyes not breaking contact with you. 

“I uh i’m good just a little tired” You said lying through your teeth. 

He knew you better than that. He knew how exhausted and tired you were. 

“Y/N come on it’s me” He said 

You took a deep breath in and let it all out. 

“I am just worried about it you know the time i’m just eating could be time doing something” You said. 

“We are doing everything we can to help but you still gotta worry about yourself” OA said. 

“I know but it’s not enough people are still dying” You said

“Yes but that’s on us we are doing everything we possibly can” OA said

“I don’t know i just” You said struggling to find the words. 

“I know were all feeling it but please eat something i know you haven’t eaten sense last night” OA said. 

You just looked at your food you were way to tired exhausted to do anything 

“Please and then were taking a break were gonna go lay down” OA pleaded. 

You just gave him a confused look and his entire face had turned bright pink red.

“I would abosoloutely love to go lay down with you. Is that what you do with all your friends” You asked pushing your arm into his. 

“Shut the hell up you know what i meant” He said smiling. 

I mean you weren’t complaining about the thought of laying down next to him. You had such a massive crush on him. I mean have you seen him he’s so damn beautiful. 

“Sure i know” You said winking at him. 

“Look you gotta share this with me you haven’t either so you gotta eat something to.” You said breaking your food in half.  

You basically threw it in his hand so he couldn’t have said no. you picked up half and toasted him and he toasted it right back. 

You were feeling a smidge better eating something and sitting next to OA always made you feel better. 

You both ate in silence and when you were done he got up and stuck his hand out to grab yours. 

You took it and he pulled you out of the seat. You both headed out and it was quiet on the way down. 

You knew he was right that you needed sleep. You could feel like your body was on it’s way to just giving out 

Finally after an entirety you made it to the bunker room and collapsed on the bed. You closed your eyes for a moment while your body felt like it was taking a deep breath. 

You opened them up to just seeing OA standing in the corner. 

“What are you doing over there I thought you were supposed to lay down with me” You asked ‘

“Uh yeah no it’s fine it’s just one bed in here I’ll go somewhere else i just wanted to make sure you were okay” OA said twisting his ring. 

“Don’t be crazy let’s go” You said sitting up and reaching out for him. 

He smiled and reached out and grabbed your hand. You squeezed it and laid down. OA sat down at first and then slowly laid down like the bed was going to break in two. 

As soon as you felt him lay down you lifted up and laid your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beating. It was going super fast and honestly it was such a comforting sound. 

Not even a few moments later you fell asleep into a deep sleep. You didn’t even set a timer to wake you up. 

Your body needed the sleep. You haven’t slept a wink in days. 

OA just countied to lay there watching you sleep for a moment. His heart beating fast at the fact you were so close next to him. 

He was the responsible one who set a timer to wake you both up and just a few moments later he fell asleep just along with you. 

 1 Hour Later 

OA’s alarm had gone off you were so upset because it was the best sleep you had gotten in months. 

You groaned waking up and squinting your eyes. 

“Mm do we have to” You said not lifting your head up. 

OA has his arms wrapped around you in a big bear hug. It felt so nice 

“I know I know we have to” OA said groggily. 

He unwrapped his arms around you and you sat up wiping the sleep from your eyes. No doubt you looked a hot mess. 

OA was looking up at you and smiled. 

“You look beautiful” OA said.

Your face turned blood red and you smiled at him. His face looked worried like he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. 

“No i don’t look at me i’m at a hot mess” You said groaning.

OA moved some hair out of your face and smiled. 

“No your always beautiful” OA said 

“So are you such a beautiful man” You said.

It was OA’s turn to blush now. His face turning red as a beet. 

“Come on they need us”  You said. 

You got up and reached a hand out to help OA. He smiled and grabbed it. 

The two of you tried your best to spruce yourself up and then headed out. You made your way back to the JOC. When Jubal was approaching you both in the hallway. 

“Hey perfect timing we got something we need all agents and you to go out to the scene” Jubal said. 

“What no why she’s not even an agent” OA said.

“I know but we need a team on the lot to help give real up to date information it’s a big plot service is bad down there” Jubal said.

“Hey it’s no big deal i’ll be fine i’ve done it before” You said 

OA was tense and you could tell he was still upset but he ended up dropping it. 

“Come on i’ll get ready” You said. 

“Thank you were out in 15” Jubal said placing a hand on your arm. 

You walked to the closet where equipment was that you could take out with you. OA had followed you helping you pack your stuff. 

“Hey are you sure” OA said. 

“I’m good seriously why are you being so overprotective I mean more than usual” You said asking.

OA just looked down at ring nervously twisting it. 

“Because this guy is dangerous” OA said 

“They are all” You counterbacked. 

You walked over and grabbed his hands and made him look up at you. 

“What is going on” You said .

“I can’t loose you everyone keeps getting hurt and dying and being held up at gunpoint and I can’t let that happen to you” OA said in a sad tone is voice cracking a bit. 

You knew it had been hard on him. No one liked Rina really but it was still hard and shocking. Maggie had taken a hit and he still hasn’t processed his own attack.  So honestly you weren't surprised. 

“Hey look at me nothing is going to happen i’ll be with Ian and Jubal if anything i’m the one worried about you”  You told him. 

You could see a tiny bit of relief in his eyes when he knew you would be in the company of others. 

You pulled him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back hard like it was the last one ever. You both let go and he smiled down at you 

“Let’s go” You said grabbing the bag. 

He gave you a look and he grabbed the bag from you carrying it out. He acted like your arms were gonna fall off if you carried something.

“Such a gentleman” You said laughing 

“Shut up” OA said laughing. 

You both walked out and stood and went to OA’s desk and a few seconds later everyone came out and joined you guys. 

“Ready” Jubal said 

“Hell yeah let’s go” Maggie said

You all walked out and got into the cars. Maggie refused to let OA drive which made him grumpy the whole time. 

It was quiet the whole ride. Everyone is trying to get their heads right. Needing to make sure your head was clear. 

About 30 minutes later you arrived to your scene. It was a giant filed with a tiny little farm house looking thing. It was such a creepy looking scene. 

“You guys clear the house where set up right over here” Jubal said. 

You grabbed OA’s hand and gave it a squeeze. You gave him a smile and a nod. Telling him to stay safe. 

They went on and you all set up as fast as you could. A few moments laters swat and search and rescue showed up. 

You all were working hard to see if there was anything out there to help find the missing girl. 

Right now your suspect was 32 Year old David Ross. His mom was killed when he was young by an intruder . He owned this lot inherited to him by his mom where she passed. 

It was such a meeting thing to think about. 

You were surveying the plot seeing if anything made sense or stuck out. Was land changed anywhere where was something there that wasn’t supposed to be there. 

It was taking forever. You guys were there a solid 2 . Almost pushing three. We had to beat the dark and this twisted timeline we were stuck on.

It felt like a dead end

Finally something stuck out. A drone showed a small shed type thing about 10 yards away. That has to be it. 

“Hey i got something a shed about 10 yards away” You said yelling out loud. 

“Yeah yeah that’s it” Jubal said 

Jubal radio it over the walker and everyone wasn’t breathing at that point. We risked it all if that wasn’t it. Showing this son of a bitch we were here. 

Would he get scared and kill her ? Try to harm others.

What felt like eternity the walkie went off 

“We got her alive” Scola said 

Everyone just let out a breath at the same time. We all started clapping and cheering. 

They started walking out towards you guys and OA and Maggie had the guy in handcuffs. 

“We did it y’all we got them” Jubal said high fiving everyone. 

You all started packing up your stuff and heading out. It was such a relief. Like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders. At least for now anyways, until the next case came along. And it was placed right back on there. 

On the way back everyone was talking about how they wanted to celebrate. You only cared about one thing. Where was he gonna be 

You made it back and by that time we were all heading out to a local bar \ restaurant so Jubal could come and join. 

It was a friday night so that son of a bitch was going to sit in a cell until Monday  morning so they dropped his ass off and ran. 

Thankfully Isobel said paperwork could wait so we didn’t even think twice. You were currently sitting at OA’s desk while he packed up. 

“So are you going out with them” You asked 

“Eh I don’t know not in the mood to go out” OA said 

“Yeah me either do you wanna grab some takeout and watch a movie” you asked 

OA looked over at you and flashed a smile 

“Its a date” He said 

He got up and grabbed your hand and the two of you walked out. 

You got into his car and he made his way down to your place. You got chinese food from the corner place you both loved.

You both were settling in now. You changed into some Pj’s and OA had some left over clothes. It wasn’t the first time he spent the night. In a non romantic OA safe way. He would always sleep on the couch no matter what. 

After you both were deciding what movie to watch you wanted a thrasher killer. But OA said it was to much which most would think but it’s your fave genre. 

So you both settled on some comedy movie to lighten the mood. 

“Why are you eating all the chicken” You groaned 

“Because it’s too good and I don’t want you to have any” He said laughing 

“That’s so mean” You pouted. 

He took some chicken and threw it in your box.

“happy “ He asked 

“Well now I am” You said throwing some food back at him 

“Oh really so uncalled for” He said trying to act offended . 

He took his fork and flung his fork full of rice at you. 

It hit all over you and you then returned the favor big time. You picked up a big pile of noodles and held it in the air. 

OA gave you a look like you better not.  But of course you did. 

“omg “ was all he was able to say. 

He took the noodles he could and threw them back at you. Then after that it was a full on food fight. 

At one point the two of you stood up and was trying to hide from it. Laughter was filling up the air. 

“A truce come on” OA said breathing hard 

“Fine but only because were out of food” You said laughing. 

You both walked into the middle of the room. You secretly had something behind your back because you didn’t trust him one bit. He looked at you like he was dis trustful 

He grabbed your arm and tried forcing you to drop the food

“I knew it” OA said.

You got real close to his face and whispered 

“That’s what you get” You said trying not to break eye contact. 

Suddenly OA moved in closer and so did you. He slammed his lips against yours and you kissed him back hard. You dropped your food on the floor wrapping your arms around him, 

He grabbed you close filling the gap. You two stopped after a second needing air to breathe. 

“I love you” OA said 

“I love you more” You said 

OA took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. He looked at you and placed his hand on your face. 

“I want to” You said knowing he wasn’t going to pressure you 

He kissed you back slowly and you pulled him onto the bed. The two of you not caring about how sticky or messy you were

. None of those made up in your head scenarios help a flame to this. 

After you looked at him.

“I think I need a shower and new sheets” You said laughing 

“Yes to both of those” OA said smiling back 

“I’m so glad we stayed home” You said.

“I needed you tonight to be here and with me. You can always bring me back  and every other night” OA said 

“I need you more always i wouldn’t have been okay without you ” You whispered back .

He had no idea how true that was. It was a rough case but the night ended so much better. 

There was always going to be hard and rough cases but as long as you had OA they were just a little less rough

[beenbaanbuun]

I saw this pic of Twitter and immediately thought of Morticia Hwa and Gomez Joong 😭😭😭

OH THIS IS… HOLY MOLY

(this is not proof read and is very short)

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the sitting room is quiet, a heavy haze resting over the four members of the household as they recover from the ungodly amount of food that san had prepared for dinner. in the butler’s defence, there were meant to be more of you, but a disaster at the sanctuary meant mingi couldn’t come, and yunho had gotten caught up in some artistic daze so deep that he’d been unable to draw himself away from his canvas, let alone leave his house. a meal for six became a meal for four, and not a crumb was left to spare.

“we should fire him,” hongjoong groans as he allows his body to become slack against his husband’s. it’s hardly like him to lounge so casually, and yet you find yourself unable to judge from your position, lay on the back of your favourite bear rug. it’s music to your ears when seonghwa lets out a quiet chuckle at the sudden appearance of a torso on his lap, and you give them both a lazy smile.

“on what grounds?” seonghwa purrs with so much sickly sweet affection in his tone that you’re sure his teeth must be rotting, “we can hardly fire the best butler we’ve ever had on the basis that his cooking is too good.” lithe fingers come to rest atop hongjoong’s head, sweeping through his curls to separate them. you watch as his eyes flutter closed under the touch, too full of food and love to resist the sweet call of total relaxation for much longer.

“i suppose no one else would be able to put up with our darling dove as well as san does.” you throw a mumbled complaint in hongjoong’s direction at that. unsurprisingly, it falls upon deaf ears. “anyone else would be running for the hills the moment she decides it’s time for her week long baking phase.”

visions of flour clouds and a red faces butler fill your mind, and you can’t help but grin. not one decent cake had come from your few attempts, but the fond memories are enough to make up for it. after that first messy attempt, which saw san standing over you as you meticulously wiped down his kitchen, you had to keep your baking a secret. san had decided rather swiftly that he’d rather suffer through your complaining than see you try to whip up a cake batter again, but he didn’t live in the kitchen, and there were plenty of times you had the place to yourself.

you have no doubt that he knew, though. after all, ingredients don’t just vanish into thin air, and the smell of burnt food is one that tends to linger. it’s been months since your short-term hobby came to a head though, and he’s never once brought it up.

yeosang’s theory is that he doesn’t want to stir up any further interest in you. as far as you’re concerned, he’s just being his usual, polite self. after all, mentioning a ladies failures is quite high up on the list of faux pas’ that you’ve created in your head.

“you make it seem worse than it was,” you complain from the floor, face squished rather unceremoniously against jongho’s back, your words muffled by his fur. the rug itself is warm with the spirit that runs through it like blood, and it lulls you into a sleepy state of which there is no escape. not that you necessarily want to escape it; perhaps if you fall asleep down here, seonghwa might carry you to bed instead of you having to walk it…

the chorus of laughter from the two men is enough to keep you awake for now, though.

“perhaps we’re remembering it wrong, but i seem to recall a rather continuous stream of inedible goods coming from that kitchen,” hongjoong says, “and whilst i adore you, dove, no amount of love could ever make me want to repeat that experience.”

“yeosang liked them!” it’s a bare faced lie, but with the werewolf having already taken to his bed, you have no one to dispute your claim. a perfect crime, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re such a bad liar.

“if we say we believe you will you promise never to set foot in there again?” seonghwa asks with a lilt of laughter laced through his words. it’s such a pretty sound, and you can’t help but find yourself nodding along to his offer. he smiles down at you, honest and kind as though you hold the world in your hands. “good girl.”

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Field Trips & Foot Chases

Pairing: OA Zidan x Wife!FBI!Reader

Word Count: ~6,000

Genre: Action, Romance, Domestic, Humor

Setting: FBI HQ & NYC Historical Museum

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The elevator doors slid open with a familiar ding as Y/N Zidan stepped out onto the floor of the FBI New York office, her steps confident and brisk. It was barely 7:15 in the morning, and most of the city was still stirring awake, but inside these walls, the machine was already running. She clutched a file folder in one hand—yesterday’s case summary, neatly printed and signed—and her travel mug in the other, steam rising from the dark roast she desperately needed to survive the next twelve hours.

Dressed in slim black trousers and a camel-toned coat that still smelled faintly of OA’s cologne from where it had brushed against his earlier, Y/N’s look was a balance of business-formal and “mom-on-a-mission.” She didn’t plan to be here long. Just long enough to hand off the file to Isobel and print the necessary attachments. Then it was off to chaperone Talia and Harlow’s first-grade field trip to the New York Historical Museum.

Her twin daughters had been buzzing about it all week—especially Harlow, who’d told everyone in their household (including the dog) that she was going to “see real colonial shoes” and “eat a sandwich like George Washington.” Y/N smiled to herself at the thought.

She turned the corner into the bullpen, where the usual early birds were already around. Tiffany was poring over some digital forensics with a very large cup of coffee, while Scola looked like he was mid-rant about parking tickets to anyone who’d listen.

“Zidan!” Maggie Bell called from across the room. She stood, her coat half-off her shoulders, and crossed the floor with a grin. “What are you doing here? Thought you were playing hooky today.”

Y/N returned the smile and held up her folder like a trophy. “Just dropping off paperwork for Isobel and printing a few things. School trip starts at eight-thirty. I’m still on the clock for ‘Mom Duty.’”

“Right—the big museum day.” Maggie leaned on the edge of her desk. “Please, I need pictures. You know I live for updates on my goddaughters.”

“I’ll flood your phone with them,” Y/N promised with a laugh. “You’ll be sick of them by lunchtime.”

“Impossible.”

Just then, footsteps approached, and OA appeared from the direction of the elevator, hair still damp from the shower and shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. He had the distinct look of a man who had tried to leave early and been waylaid by something critical—his tie hung loosely around his neck.

“Hey,” he said, smile softening the edge of his focused gaze when he saw her. “I thought you’d be at the school already.”

“I wanted to make sure the case was buttoned up,” Y/N said, handing over the rest of the folder to Isobel who had just joined them. “And someone has to keep the system running while the rest of you run off chasing bad guys.”

OA leaned down and kissed her quickly—chaste but warm. “You’re amazing. Have fun with the girls.”

“You know I will. Just don’t get tackled or shot while I’m gone.”

“I could say the same to you,” he teased, stepping back just as Isobel raised her voice.

“Team, let’s go—conference room, now,” Isobel called. She was already walking fast, the others grabbing tablets and folders in response.

Y/N glanced at the wave of motion like a tide rising behind her, then gave Maggie a wink. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Send me those pictures!”

“You’ll get a whole album,” she promised, waving goodbye to the team as they moved into their briefing.

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The school courtyard was buzzing with six-year-olds and coffee-wielding parents when Y/N arrived, switching gears from “Agent” to “Mom” without missing a beat. She spotted Talia and Harlow immediately—Talia in a navy-blue peacoat and matching headband, Harlow in her trademark rainbow beanie and pink boots, a stark contrast of order and chaos that defined them perfectly.

“Mommy!” they cried in unison, bolting toward her. Y/N crouched down just in time to catch them both in her arms.

“Hey, my sweet girls,” she said, kissing each of their cheeks. “Are you ready to learn all about history and revolution and maybe meet a statue of Ben Franklin?”

“Only if he has the kite!” Harlow declared.

“I want to see the old-fashioned classroom!” Talia added.

Their teacher, Miss Reyes, smiled warmly as Y/N joined the parent volunteers. “Glad to have you with us today, Mrs. Zidan. The girls have been so excited.”

“Thanks for letting me come. I wouldn’t miss it.”

The bus ride was a whirlwind of snack-sharing, knock-knock jokes, and a surprisingly intense game of “I Spy.” Y/N sat with the girls, pointing out landmarks and helping explain the difference between colonial homes and “olden castles.”

By midmorning, they were inside the museum, walking through exhibits of Revolutionary War uniforms, artifacts, and models of early New York life. The twins held onto her hands tightly, wide-eyed and full of questions. Y/N took photos throughout, even getting a perfect candid of Talia peering into a replica hearth and Harlow dramatically posing with a tri-corner hat.

She sent a few to Maggie, who replied instantly:

Maggie: LOOK AT MY BABIES. That hat!! Why does Harlow look like she’s about to lead a rebellion?!

Y/N: Because she probably is.

The group finished the final stretch of the tour—crossing a grand marble hallway with columns and a huge exit foyer where the buses waited outside in the sun. The kids were energized, talking about muskets and old coins.

And that’s when Talia froze.

“Mommy… is that Daddy?”

Y/N’s head snapped up.

Outside the tall glass doors, two figures in dark suits were sprinting across the plaza, weaving between pedestrians. One of them was OA—her husband—his badge out, gun holstered, eyes locked on two suspects making a break for it.

Next to him? Maggie, determined as ever.

“Oh no,” Y/N whispered, eyes narrowing.

One suspect veered toward a side alley. OA followed without hesitation and tackled him hard to the ground, knee to his back, cuffs already in hand.

The second suspect bolted toward the museum steps.

Y/N’s protective instincts kicked in. “Miss Reyes, get the kids on the bus. Now.”

The teacher didn’t ask questions. Y/N was already moving.

She sprinted across the marble floor and out into the courtyard, intercepting the second suspect as he reached the sidewalk. Timing it just right, she shifted her weight, stuck her foot out, and caught him mid-stride.

He stumbled—hard—crashing to the pavement. Before he could recover, she was on him, knee pressing down, one hand on her spare cuffs clipped inside her purse.

“Federal agent,” she said calmly. “Stay down.”

Behind her, the tour bus erupted into cheers.

When OA came jogging up, dragging his suspect with him, he burst out laughing at the sight of his wife expertly cuffing the guy in front of a group of cheering first graders.

Maggie leaned over, catching her breath. “Okay, remind me never to underestimate you in ballet flats.”

“Noted,” Y/N said dryly.

They both looked toward the bus. Talia and Harlow were standing in the window, saluting with both hands, beaming.

Maggie nearly doubled over laughing. “You two have the coolest kids.”

“I’ll take that as a win.”

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The suspects were booked within the hour. Y/N filed a witness statement while Maggie handled the rest. OA offered her a ride, but she waved him off.

“I’ve still got sandwiches to eat and juice boxes to open,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “We’ll meet you later.”

By the time the girls were home from school, OA pulled into the driveway with a soft smile and two bags of cookies from the café down the street. The twins ran into his arms, talking over each other.

“Daddy, we saw you run so fast!”

“You tackled a real bad guy!”

“And Mommy kicked one!”

They all laughed as they went inside, collapsing onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and warmth.

Over dinner, the girls retold the museum adventure five times, dramatically acting out the takedown. OA and Y/N exchanged loving, amused glances. Their lives were never normal, but they were perfect in their chaos.

Later, after bath time, the family curled up in the twins’ bedroom for storytime. OA read from a picture book while Y/N braided Talia’s hair.

“And then the agent said, ‘Not today, criminal!’ and kicked him right in the shin—”

“That’s what Mommy did!” Harlow squealed.

Eventually, the girls drifted off to sleep, their hands still tucked in their parents’. OA carried Harlow to her bed while Y/N kissed Talia’s forehead, brushing a curl from her eyes.

They met in the hallway outside, quiet finally descending.

“She’s right, you know,” OA whispered, arms slipping around Y/N’s waist. “You did look kind of cool out there.”

“I don’t need to impress a bunch of six-year-olds,” she teased, kissing his jaw. “Just you.”

“Well,” he said, leaning in, “consider me impressed.”

They smiled, wrapped in the comfort of the night, hearts full.

Together, they walked into their bedroom, knowing tomorrow would bring more cases, more chaos—but for tonight, they had peace.

And maybe, just maybe, their daughters would dream of saving the world—just like their parents.

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The End.

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'But there's a light that leads you home' for OA please 🥺

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @rosaliedepp @daydreaming-belle @district447

On the nights that Omar works late you always leave the lamp on for him in the hall. When you first got together he’d told you how the worst part of being alone is coming home to that darkness, especially on the hellish days. Now when he steps over the threshold, he sees that beacon and he knows that there’s someone waiting for him, someone that loves him.

You’re asleep when he lets himself into the bedroom, dressed in one of his old t-shirts. Your face is pressed into his pillow, the same way it always is when he’s away.

He undresses in the muted light, dropping his clothes into the hamper before he slips underneath the sheets, wrapping his arms around you, gathering you up close. You mumble in your sleep, your palm coming to rest over the space where his heart resides as you nestle into the shelter of his chest. Already Omar feels himself starting to settle. His muscles unfurl, his entire body starting to relax. His lips ghost over your hairline and he whispers.

“Sweet dreams light of my life.”

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A Shot in the Dark ~ Prologue

Well, welcome to my latest obsession - FBI and OA Zidan. This is a crossover between FBI, FBI: Most Wanted & Blue Bloods. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in any future chapters.

I do not own any of the characters of the FBI Franchise and Blue Bloods, they belong to their respective owners

Summary It's said, you'll always meet twice in life. But you never thought it be in a hostage situation with a gun pressed against your head.

Warnings: hostage situation, canon typical violence, coarse language, smut in later chapters

The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.

Life in general is scary, and yet you step out of your home each day and face it. You imagine how a situation might turn out if you just changed one thing in your day to day life. Sometimes it’s the sandwich they didn’t have at the bakery and sometimes it’s the choice you make on the job.

“Andrew, drop the gun and let my sister go!” Detective Danny Reagan called, his own weapon trained on the former NYPD officer, voice shaking as he looked at you, seeing his own fear mirrored in your eyes. “She’s got nothing to do with this. You want me. Let the kids and her go.”

Shaking his head, former police officer Andrew O'Sullivan pushed the muzzle of his gun harder against your temple. "They are all the leverage I need to get you to do what I want."

"O'Sullivan! This is Agent Scott and Agent Bell with the FBI. Surrender your weapons and let the hostages go. We will make sure that your demands are met, but you need to let the kids and Miss Reagan go."

You could feel the tears running down your cheeks, but you knew you had to be strong for the children. Their parents put you in charge and you, as their teacher, needed to make sure they'd get out safe. “Please Mister O’Sullivan, you got me, let the children go home. They don’t have anything to do with this.”

Your heart was hammering in your throat watching your brother desperately trying to get Andrew to drop the weapon, the ground feeling like it was going to be pulled from underneath you. And here you thought it was going to be a good day today.

Five hours earlier, 9:15 Bluestone Lane Tribeca Café

"So, heard anything from tall, dark and handsome? You looked cute together."  

“Erin!”

“Mom! You’re embarrassing her.”

The lawyer grinned into her coffee mug as the three of you sat together for breakfast. "What!? I saw pictures from way back when. It's been more than four years now, just thought maybe you'd have a run in with him again."

"Nope, haven't seen him since before he started training at Quantico and you would know that. I'm practically living with dad and pop again after those idiots living above me wouldn't have smoked weed and forgot to shut off the water."

Nicky only rolled her eyes at her mother trying to play matchmaker – as always. “You should leave Y/N alone. Danny would have a field day if she came home with him.”

“Thank you, Nicky, I knew why you were my favorite niece.” You took a bite from your chocolate croissant. Usually you’d be getting the breakfast sandwich the café was famous for but today they were all out.

“I’m your only niece, so that’s not a hard feat to do.”

“Yet.” You pointed a finger at the younger woman. “And I don’t even know where he is. I’ll not be running after him and use dads resources to find him.”

“All I’m saying is that you should get laid, you can’t just stay a single workaholic forever." 

Sending your sister a disapproving look, you could see the disgust on your nieces face. She was old enough to be part of that conversation and already had one boyfriend, yet you knew she was absolutely embarrassed by her mother's choice of breakfast conversation.

"Mom! God! I'll be heading off to work or you'll start talking about dad and yourself." Nicky, so much like Erin grabbed her purse and to-go cup, leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek before she moved next to you. With her arm draped over your shoulder, she leaned in as if to whisper into your ear but still spoke at normal volume. "Don't let her bully you into looking him up. You do you, Auntie, but she's right, you need to get laid."

Slack jawed at her gall, you turned accusatory eyes on the lawyer. "That's definitely on you, Erin. You taught her to be like that."

"Well, she's definitely got that from me and she'd make a great lawyer like that."

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back in your chair.

Damn, they were right.

Quickly apologizing to God under your breath, you try to anchor yourself to your mug. It had been years since you had seen Omar. You had met him outside a bar in the Financial District, after a date had dumped her right before dessert, telling her she wasn’t worth his time.

“He’s a dick, he wasn’t going to know what to do with you anyway.”

You sat together at the bar and talked about random stuff – friends, hobbies, only things that wouldn’t compromise him as you later found out he was undercover for the DEA.

“You’re quiet, what are you thinking about?”

Blinking, you watched your sister with a small, wistful smile, something she had seen so often when you had gone out to have breakfast with Nicky and her every Saturday morning. “Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, but the secret smile that barely turned up the corners of your mouth was still there and the lawyer knew that one, she had seen it often enough.

Erin took a sip from her coffee, narrowing her eyes at you. “Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You admitted quietly, looking down at your fingers, busy playing with the white napkin under your croissant.

“You should get Eddie to look for him, maybe he’s in town.”

Shaking your head vigorously. “No, I’ll not be looking for him. We would have seen each other, probably...maybe.”

“New York is huge, you think you’d just walk down Broadway and bam! There he is? Y/N, I can assure you, that’s not how it works.” She laughs, knowing all about it with her ex-husband Jack. “You want him, you need to look for him, he’s not just going to turn up if you snap your fingers.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to look for him, maybe it wasn’t meant to be if I haven’t run into him by now. Or maybe he’s somewhere in D.C., happily married with 1.93 kids, living in the suburbs and chasing the bad guys.”

Chuckling, the lawyer shook her head at you. “You got it all figured out now, huh? Maybe he’s still single, thinking about that maybe with you. He was really nice when he came around for lunch that day.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Eddie wouldn’t shut up about him for a week straight.” Just then your phone chimed, letting you know that you needed to get ready to get to your Junior High class for their field trip to the museum. You would meet them together with their parents right in front of the museum. “Shit, I’m late! Sorry Erin, I got to head off.”

“We’re not done talking about him!” She called after you as you raced out of the cafe to the next Metro station.

An hour and a half later you remind your seventh grade students to be nice and listen closely to the lady showing you around the National History Museum. “There’s going to be a test on Monday next week, so you guys should take notes on all of this.”

A groan ripped through the hall and I knew they hated me for this. “But Miss Reagan, you said we could have fun today.” Jimmy calls from the back, a frown on his cute face. 

Giggling, you shook your head. They were still thinking it was just going to stay easier from there on out. “I did, but it doesn’t mean you guys can slack off on your school work. This is going to help you with your Science project.”

Groans, followed by sighs from your students were the end of that conversation. You and the group of thirteen-year-olds followed Mrs. Langdon as she talked about the museum, which exhibitions had already been part of the building and what was waiting for the boys and girls of Lower Manhattan Middle School. They were in the Early Adolescence stage and it was absolutely normal for them to act like that. With Nicky, Jack and Sean you had been exposed to that stage early on and you loved them for it.

You entered the Saurichian Hall of the museum, awed by the skeletons, the hairs on your arms starting to raise from the goosebumps at the imagination of having lived back in time, 66 millennia’s ago. But somehow, it wasn’t the only thing that gave you the shivers. At the entrance of the museum you had seen a guy, dressed like everyone else. But you had been around police your whole life and listened to your bothers to know that something was definitely wrong with him. His head was down but you saw his eyes darting about like he was searching for something – or someone.

Getting to the next section, you slightly turned your head away from your students excitingly listening to the tales of each dinosaur exhibited at the museum.

There he was again, the backpack slung low on his shoulders and it looked like he was sweating. Was he sick and needed help? If so, wouldn’t he have asked the people at the front desk or even stayed at home.

Danny had always told you to be vigilant about suspicious people roaming about and this guy fit the description. Should you text Danny or Jamie? They were probably busy with their cases and if he was just a creep you’d make a fool out of yourself and maybe your dad in extension.

Police Commissioner’s daughter accuses visitor at the National History Museum to be a creep and makes a laughing stock out of the Reagan family.

Now that would be the headline of the week.

Turning back to listen to Mrs. Langdon and your students with a sigh you missed him pulling out a gun from under his jacket, pointing it at your back before slightly lifting it up and pulling the trigger.

11:40, Joint Operations Center

“Alright guys, we've got a hostage situation at the National History Museum. Twenty-two students from LoMa Middle School and their teacher. This is high profile. Detective Reagan with the NYPD called it in about fifteen minutes ago.” ASAC Jubal Valentine’s voice rang out through the JOC. He motioned to Elise, one of the Analysts to put every information on the screens. “This is Y/N Reagan, she’s a teacher at the school and also the daughter of New York City Police Commissioner Frank Reagan.”

Your picture popped up on the screens, a happy smile on your face as you sat together with your father and your brother Jamie at a city function.

“You know, now that I’m done with my trainee-ship as teacher, we could make it official. Dad wants me to tag along at this function or other and I’d like to take you as my plus one.” You smiled at him, your arms slung around his neck as you lounged together on his bed.

Omar ran his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and up again. He loved the feeling of your soft skin under his hands, slightly roughed from the army. “It would be nice, I’d love to finally show you off to my family as well. Erin has been nagging me like a hen to know who the guy is making me smile all day.” He smiled, nuzzling her neck and listening to her giggles as his nose and beard rubbed up and down against that point where her neck met her shoulder.

"I'd like that. I bet your sister isn't the only one nagging." He chuckled, burrowing closer and pushing his lower half against yours earning a soft groan from you.

Your fingers raked over his head, feeling the short cropped hair tickle the palm of your hands. “Pop and dad are already giving me those penetrative looks, you know the ones where they are acting like cops and trying to read a suspects thoughts.”

Closing his eyes, the former army ranger breathed in your scent. It was the one thing that grounded him on days his mind sent him back to Iraq. “From what you told me I’m more afraid of your brother, not your father and grandpa.”

Omar moved next to Maggie, a soft Shit leaving his lips as his eyes swept over the screens. It had been a few years since he’d last seen you, only a few days short of leaving for his training at Quantico. Seeing your face, tear track staining your cheeks with the suspect pressing his gun to your head.

The brunette watched her partner, the fingers of his left hand anxiously playing with his ring. A sign that he was nervous. A sign Maggie had learned in the beginning when they first were partnered up.

“You know her?”

He sighed, “We, ugh, we dated for a while before, before I went into training. I...broke it off, because I thought she’d be better off without me.”

“Gosh, OA.” Maggie murmured, scratching a fingernail along her eyebrow thoughtfully. She knew her partner had been in relationships before – he was Muslim, not a virginal saint, but she had never seen him this distraught or anxious. 

It was clear as day that you were still important to him and it took everything in him to not run out the door and drive off toward the museum.

"What do we have on the suspect?" Isobel questioned, coming to stand next to her 2nd in charge. 

"Suspect is 40 year old Andrew O'Sullivan, former police officer with the NYPD, 54th Precinct and bomb specialist with the Marines. Detective Daniel Reagan, Y/N’s older brother was part of the investigation against him.” Kelly Moran, an analyst at the JOC spoke up, tapping hastily on his keyboard and sending the pictures of their suspect to the bigger screens. “He took drugs from evidence and tried to sell it on the street. O’Sullivan needed it for his daughter, she has leukemia and he was going to take the money to pay for her treatments.”

The analyst pressed a key to show the picture of a little girl, maybe ten years old, grinning at the camera. “Lena O’Sullivan, she”

“His daughter died two days ago, that’s why he’s doing it. He wanted to save her from it and we took the money that would pay for her treatment. Andrew has been angry with me for a while and called me after Lena died.” A new voice sounded from behind them, strong and authoritative, yet they could all hear the pain laced into his words. “He has my sister and if you guys don’t get a move on, Andrew is going to kill them all.” Detective Daniel Reagan had made his way to the JOC, knowing he couldn’t make a move against O’Sullivan without the people of the FBI. You were his little sister and he’d be damned just sitting around at the precinct when he needed to get you to safety. More so when Erin would have his head for being the reason the former officer had you and your kids as hostages.

[kat-is-laem-oa]

Incorrect Quotes: Arkosios Edition (Unsupervised)

Eljah: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Alec: Wasn't Magnus with you?? Magnus: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

[kingdoraemon]

Writing Something Story?

Hey guys! Any idea who should I make story? Or drama?

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

A dance with the Devil *part one of the series with the same name*

Warnings: smut

That night was so clear to me still. The breeze passing by as everyone else invited to the dance ball theme party was inside. I found myself outside staring at the stars that painted the sky. I knew no one there, and so of course I stepped outside

My black and red dress was surrounding most of the sidewalk I sat on. I didn’t care if it had gotten dirty because I bought specifically for this event. But at least the stars took over majority of the sky tonight. At least the stars have company too. Tears start to leave my eyes now

“Are you alright?” A male’s voice had asked. I turned my head around to see who was talking to me. A man with blue eyes, brown short hair, and tanned white skin was speaking to me. His suit was nothing crazy, just your classic suit. He was quite handsome too. Maybe coming here was a good idea

“Just lonely. I don’t know anyone here, but everyone knows each other” I admitted to the stranger at the time. “Well if you feel comfortable enough, you could talk to me over a dance” my cheeks felt pink. I had wished the stranger hadn’t noticed that I was blushing over him

“That would be lovely” he smiled and then reached out his hand for me to take. I take his hand, and soon we’re dancing. We exchanged names, and he asked me what I did for a living. “I’m a writer. I like to write about fantasy, horror, romance, or all three mixed together”

“Wow. Maybe I’ve read one of your books before” a blush crept onto my face now at the thought of Hap reading my books. “Well I’ve written one about my experience with near death experiences. People think it’s fake, and just another fantasy novel. But it’s not” he seemed so fascinated by the topic I’ve brought up

His eyes had a gleam to them they hadn’t before. “You know, I steady where people go when they have a near death experience” he says, which got me intrigued. Someone finally thinks I’m telling the truth! What a miracle! Oh, but what a mistake it would be. “That’s incredible!!! I could totally tell you about my experience” I confidently say at the time

He smiles, and then pulls me close. “I’d love it if you told me” he says as I felt like he was staring deeply into my soul. Fuck. How could I tell my story with the way he’s looking at me? “I saw stars. I find myself in a dark room that was lit up by those stars. That’s all I remember from my experience”

“Incredible” he says, which I knew my blush had to be obvious now. I smiled and then thanked him. “No thank you for telling me that” he says, and I could’ve sworn at the time he was staring at my lips. I noticed a shooting star in the background, which makes him also look at what I was looking at

I make a wish, and then looked back at him. He looks back at me, and then asked if I wanted to get out of here. “Yes” I said, and the next thing I know is I’m in this strangers car. I’ve clearly haven’t seen enough horror/thrillers to know this a stupid idea. Plus I don’t exactly know if he’s had anything to drink either

Luckily he hadn’t, cause he eventually told me. But that wasn’t gonna calm my nerves for what was to come. I find myself in a hotel room soon. ‘This is how I’ll die’ I thought at the time. But I find myself naked on the bed that belongs to the hotel. He’s licking the inside of my pussy; my hands were grasping onto the bed sheets as moans left me. Eventually his cock is inside of me

The bed squeaks as he’s thrusting. After all of this was over, he had his arm wrapped around me as my head was resting on his chest. A part of me hated that I let him touch me, because it was like it knew this man was bad news before I found out. I had to eventually leave his hotel room. I told him that he wasn’t going to see me again either

Yet here I stand in a different universe in front of him. The man I was warned about that night after I had died and came back

[skylarmoon71]

Jubal Valentine (FBI/Daredevil AU) - Chapter 1

As an FBI agent, the possibility of getting kidnapped was always there. 

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised. 

The ache in his head was the first thing he processed. The woman zip tied next to him was the other. 

“Great, you're finally awake. 

Her hands were bound to a pipe and he assumed she was a hostage, but she made one clean swiping motion against the pipe and the ties snapped right off. 

“I needed to wait for the two henchmen to leave.” 

OA groaned, turning over on his side as he used the wall to steady himself. 

“You’re bleeding.” 

He straightened, touching his forehead that was indeed bleeding. 

“You’ll be fine, probably won’t even need stitches. Now that you’re up and about, we need to go.” 

He was still trying to gather his bearings, that’s why instinctively he reached for his gun, but it was missing. 

“They took it, and they’ll be back. We need to go.” 

Your voice sounded stern. 

“Who are you?” 

Now that he was fully alert, he took in your appearance. You were wearing a suit, if he had to guess, you must have been a lawyer. Completely normal except you were wearing sunglasses inside this abandoned building you were both being held in. 

“I’m a lawyer, the name is-” 

You paused abruptly and OA was confused as to why you were now facing the door and touching the wall. 

“They’re coming back.” 

“What? There’s no one out there.” 

He couldn’t hear anyone. 

You just cursed, and he saw you move to the back to grab something. Apparently tools to defend yourself. You picked up a piece of pipe, and he was mid syllable when the door flew open. He flinched, ready to defend, but you threw the pipe and it struck your attacker right in the center of his head, knocking him out. His gun dropped and OA gaped as you sprinted over, grabbing the gun. 

“Get down.” 

It was an order, one he reacted to when you fired two shots and he heard a grunt outside of the open door. You lowered your hand, then turned your head to the left as if you were listening for more people. The man you shot was groaning on the ground and OA stepped outside, grabbing the gun he once held. 

OA turned left and right, surveying for more people. 

“You can relax, it was just two of them.”

You kneeled next to the wounded man, sliding your hand in his pocket as you pulled out his phone. Once you had it, you held it out to OA.

“Better call the calvary.” 

You could feel his gaze, and he finally relaxed, stepping forward and taking the phone. You just smiled as you slipped the gun into the back of your pants. 

It took about five minutes for the place to be crawling with feds. OA was in the ambulance getting his head checked as the officers carried away the two criminals. 

“It’s better than I expected, you won’t even need stitches.” 

The paramedic assured. 

OA gave a grateful smile as the man walked off and you just grinned. 

“Told you.” 

His gaze moved to you. At first he assumed you were just a well prepared lawyer, but a lot of things just didn’t make sense. You were strangely calm for someone being held hostage. He meant to question it, but Maggie and Jubal walked over, both wearing relieved smiles. 

“We’re glad you’re okay. When we lost connection we weren’t sure what to think.” Maggie spoke. Jubal nodded, giving OA a pat as he turned to you. 

“I believe this is for you.” 

He reached into his back pocket and you smiled in thanks when he handed you the folded cane.

“Thank you.” 

You opened in and OA was dumbfounded. 

“You’re blind!” 

“Sure am. I’m (Y/N) Murdock. It’s nice to meet you.” 

For a moment he thought it was all a prank, but the minute they made it back to headquarters, well everything was explained. 

“We appreciate the assistance Ms. Murdock.” 

Isobel was always grateful for a rescue, especially when her agents were involved. 

You shook her hand with a nod. 

“Thank you for looking after my client. I know you took a lot of heat for delaying the arrest, but I knew she was innocent. Now we have proof.” 

Isobelle nodded. 

OA was still trying to wrap his head around the situation. 

“Why is no one else surprised that you’re blind?” 

You placed your hand over your chest with an exaggerated gasp. 

“I didn’t realize you were so against disabled people, Agent Zidan. I might have misjudged your character.” 

He stammered and you laughed playfully. 

Jubal was grinning. 

“Murdock is a bit of a wild card. She’s one of the best. She took down one of the biggest Kingpin’s in Hell’s Kitchen.” 

You nod.

“Chasing a criminal like that requires a certain set of skills. Especially with how many cops he had on the payroll. The guys I let grab me were child’s play compared to him.” You leaned against his desk, cane folded under your arm. 

“Excuse me, you let them grab you?” 

“I did. I purposely went to the auto shop to ask questions because I know the mechanic there was in on it. The murder, the drugs, he was tied in. If he thought someone was snooping I knew they would get rid of the problem the same way they did with our victim, after they interrogated me of course. No one was talking, so I needed live bait. “

He couldn’t believe it. 

“I didn’t think they would grab a cop, much less an FBI Agent. You sort of skewed my plans, and I didn’t exactly have the manpower to keep you safe and fight them off. I’m glad you woke up sooner rather than later. I had a feeling they were going to off us both and cut their losses.” 

OA just took a seat. Because the whole thing felt like a comedy show. 

“Regardless of what happened, we have the footage, and that man you shot in the kneecap is out of surgery. He agreed to talk if we kept him out of Max.” Isobel informs. 

You smile. 

“See, so it was a win for everyone. You’re alive, my client is innocent and I’ll make it home in time to watch my favorite tv show.” 

OA quirked a brow, and Maggie seemed amused. 

“See what I did there, blind joke.” 

You were still smiling. You didn’t get a laugh from OA though. 

“Tough crowd. Well thank you again. I need to check in with Amy.” 

You moved off the desk, opening the cane. 

“Glad you’re okay Agent Zidan. Hopefully the next time we meet it’s not in a hostage situation.” 

You gave a wave in their direction, walking off and OA’s eyes were trained on you until the point that you were out of sight. 

“Funny woman.” Jubal spoke. 

Isobel just gave a smile as she excused herself, Jubal following behind. Maggie took a seat next to OA who ran a hand down his tie, still wearing a comprehensive look. 

“What’s up?” 

He shook his head, letting out a laugh. 

“She was messing with me, she had to be.” 

Maggie’s brows furrowed. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Maggie, there’s no way she’s blind.”

Maggie laughs. 

“Trust me, she’s blind OA.” 

He shook his head, adamant.

“It’s not possible Maggie, you should have seen the way she moved. She knew those guys were coming before they were even in the room and she took both of them down like it was some kind of chore. She didn’t even break a sweat.” 

“She’s trained in different arts. That has to be it. Given her situation, you can’t really blame her for learning how to defend herself.” 

It still looked as though he was trying to solve some mystery, and Maggie gave him a pat on the shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll save the day next time OA.” 

“Hah, hilarious.” 

She laughed walking away, and he found himself laughing as he leaned back in his chair, going over the very crazy day he had.

[penwieldingdreamer]

It was perfect, so fluffy and cute, and you described the plus size reader perfectly, wonderful

Soulmates

A/N I love OA and he would look lit af with a plus size reader. Also I know a lot of plus size people may not feel like this but this is how I always felt being plus size myself so I wrote my own feelings in there hoping someone could relate !! 

It was hard not to feel self conscious in the relationship. You were all about body positivity and girl power but sometimes the anxiety and the intrusive thoughts were still there. 

The thoughts always told you that you weren’t good enough or pretty enough that you didn’t matter. Always needing reassurance. Always wanting to hide your body instead of showing it off.

You could see the way people looked at you and him.

They would look at him and then just give you this look. Sometimes wondering why he was with someone who looked like you. 

Like it was a giant mystery. I mean god forbid that it just as a simple as he liked you and you liked him. 

Girls would see you to together and still approach him and be all over him when it was clear he wasn’t single. OA being the gentlemen he was always politely declined but you could tell he was frustrated and mad. 

He hated the way they treated you like that he wanted to get so angry with them but it was worth it you always told him. 

That’s one of the reasons he loved you so much you were always able to calm him down and bring him back to earth. 

You weren’t skinny, you always had been plus size your entire life  You also weren’t the cute plus size average person on tv they make them seem plus size . It was something that never really bothered you until you got older. It was more because of the way other people judge and treated you. 

Anytime you dated a guy they made it seem like they were doing you a favor, that you should be grateful. Sometimes you just felt like a fetish to these guys. 

When you meant OA things were different. He saw you as a person he was happy to be with you. He always showed you off to others. Made it known that you were his. He always told you in the morning how beautiful you were. 

He cherished your body never being able to take his hands off of you. He was also very protective of you. He always said it was because it was Egyptian that it was in his blood. No matter how hard his day was it was always made better knowing he would come home to you. 

Whenever he was going through the hard times he knew he could always talk to you about it. That you would sit and listen and actually give him good advice. Just talking to you he would feel better.  

Whenever you had self doubts he would quickly make you feel better. Other people knew OA as this tough guy but that wasn’t true. He was a big hearted man who loved his attention. 

When the two of you would go out he was all over you.

 He was always grabbing you by the waist and lord knew that man couldn’t keep his hands off your ass. He loved grabbing it no matter the looks he got he could care less. 

He was nervous the first time he introduced you to Maggie. 

He knew it was an important step for him but he was relieved when the two of you instantly hit it off.  Maggie was going to brunch with you and telling each other the annoying things OA was doing. 

Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to him. For the first time in a long time he could see a future with you. All the things that he felt he wasn’t ready for disappeared when you too meant. 

He found himself looking at rings and getting those nervous butterflies finding the right one.

 He told Maggie his plans and she thought it was so cute how nervous he was but she knew he had no reason to be. 

The time finally came and he was so nervous. He decorated this rooftop restaurant where you could look out and see the whole city and the lights were so beautiful. He lit candles and roses and told you to meet him there. 

Wearing your fave outfit the one that mad him go crazy and you knew what you were doing.

 You arrived to finding OA standing in the middle of the rooftop twisting his ring something he did when he was nervous. 

He grabbed your hand and kissed you softly 

“You looked so beautiful.” he said kissing you on the cheek

He then got down on one knee and took the ring out of his pocket, the perfect one the one that belonged to his mom. 

“Y/N I have loved you from the first moment I saw you. I knew you were the one for me, the one I wanted to come home to the one I want to share my good news with and the bad news the one I want to spend forever with. You are my person who I want to start a life with and grow old with so will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me.” He said looking up at you 

Tears formed in your eyes and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. 

“Yes yes of course.” you said

He got up and grabbed your finger and slid the ring on and it was beautiful. 

“I love you and I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” he said 

The most perfect man ever and you couldn’t believe he was all yours. 

I can’t believe I have the most perfect Women ever and she was all mine OA thought to himself

[beenbaanbuun]

opposites attract characters as text posts pt.2

i’m working on requests but i’m sad so have this until i can bring myself to write again!!!

[sabrinajenre96]

Ride or die

OA Zidan x Reader

⚠️ Content Warning: Violence, Gunfire, Injury, Hostage Situation

This story contains intense action sequences, including a train hijacking, gun violence, and a character sustaining a gunshot wound. If you are sensitive to themes of violence or medical distress, please proceed with caution.

The steady rhythm of the train gliding along the tracks mixed with the soft hum of conversation. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a golden glow on you and OA as he rested his arm around your shoulders, keeping you snug against his side.

“For someone who’s been ridiculously secretive about this trip, you look pretty damn pleased with yourself,” you teased, tilting your head up to meet OA’s smirk.

“Maybe because I am pleased with myself.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then—because he knew it would make you laugh—one to your nose.

You huffed playfully. “So, you’re really not gonna tell me where we’re going?”

OA grinned, his fingers tracing idle circles on your arm. “Nope.”

“Unbelievable.” You shook your head, but your smile gave you away.

Across from you, a young couple—two men in their late twenties—watched with amused smirks. One of them, the brunette with bright green eyes, leaned forward.

“He’s really making you wait, huh?”

“Oh, he thinks he’s being all mysterious and romantic,” you said, casting OA a pointed look. “Meanwhile, I’m just wondering if we’re headed somewhere chill or if I should’ve packed a bulletproof vest.”

The other man, his boyfriend—a guy with curly dark hair and an easy grin—chuckled. “We had the same argument this morning. He,” he nudged his partner, “refused to tell me where we were going for our anniversary trip. Three years together, and he still pulls this crap.”

The green-eyed man rolled his eyes. “It’s called building anticipation, babe.”

“Yeah? Anticipation’s gonna get you sleeping on the couch when we get back.”

You laughed, nudging OA. “See? You better not be dragging me into some mystery mountain survival situation.”

OA smirked, his warm brown eyes twinkling. “You love a challenge.”

“Not when it involves potential bear attacks, Omar.”

He chuckled and kissed you again, just because he could. The playful banter with the couple continued, interspersed with occasional comments from an older woman a few seats away, who found the whole conversation hilarious. The train ride was peaceful, filled with easy laughter and the kind of stolen moments you rarely got anymore with work and parenting.

Then OA’s body tensed.

His fingers, once lazily tracing your arm, stopped. His gaze sharpened, scanning the train car with quiet intensity.

You felt it immediately. “What is it?” you asked, voice dropping into work mode.

OA didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked to a group of men a few rows ahead—four of them, stiff, scanning the train as if they weren’t passengers but watching passengers.

Something was wrong.

You followed OA’s line of sight, your gut twisting. The men weren’t traveling together, but they moved like a unit. Then, just as your phone buzzed with a message from Maggie confirming Sawyer was safe, one of them stood up.

And pulled a gun.

“Nobody move!”

Screams erupted. People ducked, pressing against their seats, hands raised in submission. The young couple across from you froze, gripping each other’s hands. The older woman nearby clutched her book to her chest.

Instinctively, OA shifted, his body angling protectively in front of you. Your hand slipped discreetly into your pocket, fingers flying over your phone as you sent a single message to Maggie.

Hijacked.

One of the passengers—a guy in his early thirties—panicked and lunged toward the nearest gunman.

“NO!” OA barked, but it was too late.

The hijacker turned, gun swinging up—

OA moved fast, tackling the man before he could fire. You bolted toward the emergency brake, fingers barely brushing the handle when—

BANG.

A fiery, searing pain ripped through your side, knocking you off balance. The force sent you crashing to the floor, a cry wrenching from your throat as you clutched your bleeding side.

OA’s head snapped toward you, his face breaking as he saw you on the ground.

“NO!” His voice was raw, pure panic clawing through him.

A cold barrel pressed against his back before he could move.

“Hands up.”

You forced your head up and saw her—a woman you hadn’t noticed before, her expression unreadable as she aimed a pistol at OA.

The hijackers moved fast. OA was yanked back, his wrists forced behind him as a zip tie tightened around them. Your vision blurred with pain, but through the chaos, you felt OA’s desperation, his frantic need to get to you.

“Stay with me, baby. Just stay with me.”

Your breathing hitched as you forced out a weak, “I’m not going anywhere, idiot.”

One of the hijackers—the one who shot you—paced nervously. He hadn’t expected this. None of them had.

OA pounced on that hesitation.

“You don’t want this to get worse,” he said, his voice steady despite the fire raging inside him. “You shot a federal agent. If you let her bleed out, you’re looking at a death sentence.”

The guy hesitated.

“I can help her,” OA continued. “But you have to let me.”

The gunman clenched his jaw.

“Check my back pocket,” OA ordered. “Go ahead. Check it.”

The man did—and when he pulled out OA’s FBI credentials, his hands shook.

Murmurs rippled through the train car. Passengers started pleading, urging the hijacker to let OA go.

But the woman—the real leader of this operation—watched it all unfold with a calculating gaze.

Then, without hesitation, she turned and shot one of her own men.

A beat of stunned silence.

The hijackers turned on each other.

“What the hell are you doing?!” one of them shouted.

“You think I’m letting you idiots ruin this?” she sneered before locking herself in the control room.

OA took his chance. “You don’t have to die for her plan,” he told the remaining hijackers. “Help me stop this before it’s too late.”

Tension crackled in the air.

Finally—finally—the remaining three hesitated, then nodded.

—

The plan unfolded in minutes. OA got you and the passengers into the last train car, ready to detach it. But as you staggered toward safety, you turned back, your heart dropping.

OA wasn’t coming with you.

“No. No, no, no, we do this together.”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You need to go.”

You shook your head, gripping his jacket. “You’re not doing this alone.”

His jaw clenched. “Sawyer needs at least one of us—”

Your breath hitched. “Don’t you dare say that. She needs her father, OA.” Your voice cracked. “Come back to me. Promise me.”

His lips ghosted against yours. “I promise.”

With a final look, OA turned and detached the train cars.

And you watched through the window, praying to everything in the world that he would come back.

—

He did.

But later, as you slept in the hospital, OA crumbled outside your room.

Maggie caught him before he hit the floor, pulling him into a hug.

“She’s okay,” she whispered. “And Sawyer’s waiting for you at home.”

And for the first time since the train ride, OA let himself break.

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Companion piece to:

Prey!Series:

Part One: Trafficking - It's during a human trafficking case that Omar meets you.

Part Two: Mentality - Omar learns more about the mentality behind human trafficking.

Part Three: One In Five - Omar makes makes a realisation.

Part Four: Free - Omar and you spend some time together.

Scars - You undress for Omar for the first time.

The first time Omar makes love to you is intense, not just for you but for him too. He has never loved anyone the way that he loves you and he wants to make it good for you, to banish all the negative memories that come with the act.

You’re already soaked as he guides his cock to just the right place. The essence of you is on his lips, coating his tongue as he leans in close, the tip of his dick barely breaching you as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Say the word and we stop.” He promises you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “It doesn’t matter how far along we are, you say stop, we stop.”

Your hands rove down his back, fingertips trailing over the scars from his time overseas as you whisper.

“Please Omar.”

He eases inside you slowly, filling you inch by decadent inch until the hilt. You sigh contently at the sensation of being so full, so wanted before he captures your mouth with his and starts all over again.

He keeps it slow, soft, gentle thrusts that stoke the fire inside of you, building it up to an inferno. You’re breathing starts to hitch, an apricot glow flushing across your cheeks as he chases your ecstasy at the same unhurried pace until your tightening around his cock, your fingertips digging into his back.

“Hanna…” He whispers because he’s right there with you at the precipice, hurtling over the edge as you cry out his name, his release spilling into you. His mouth covers yours drinking down your pleasure as your fingers card lightly through his hair.

This is love, he thinks as he feels your smile against his skin. This faith you have in him, its the truest love of all.

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A Shot in the Dark It's said, you'll always meet twice in life. But you never thought it be in a hostage situation with a gun pressed against your head. OA Zidan x Reagan sister!Reader [hostage situation, canon typical violence, coarse language, 18+ - minors DNI]

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Chapter 1: PanDEMONium

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Mornings always proved challenging, and the comfort of his bed only made the negative feelings about his situation stronger. No amount of sunshine could brighten his mood in recent years, nor could the fluff of his blanket as the light disappeared and his room darkened once more. No extreme or mixture within gave him a sense of comfort.

His oldest friend, Raphael, made it a point to include him despite their opposing heritage. The far-too-old Shadowhunter befriending the vampiric member of Hotel DuMort would be humorous to their kin. The two species couldn’t get along despite their similar situations—being hunted for their blood.

Raphael was unique, just like his people. Eljah wished he could share the same sentiment with his own people, but he’d felt their wrath before and it was a losing game. Although, technically, he was one of a kind. He didn’t have people or true kin because he was an abomination. And abominations don’t get the luxury of friends and family.

“I’m supposed to be hiding in the shadows, not you,” Raphael sighed as he walked into the room. Candles illuminated the room and the blackout curtains prevented the deadly sunlight from getting in.

“I might as well be just as allergic as you, Rafa.”

“Hardly. Up.” Raphael lifted the plush white blanket before grasping onto Eljah’s arm. With multiple complaints and some unkind words, the small boy was upright. His hair was always messy, conscious or unconscious, to the point it became a style. Random silver strips contrasted the shadowy brown overtaking his head. Over the previous months, his hair grew longer, making him feel more feminine than he could have while growing up. If the downworld thought Shadowhunters were bad now, they could rest easy with the image of the Clave’s earlier days.

“What is the nest up to today?” The two had known each other for a long time; long enough to not shy away at the sight of skin and boxers. Eljah crossed to his dresser while Raphael spoke, jumping with the change in temperature upon contact.

“Nothing you have to worry about, even though I know you will.” Raphael laughed at the little hops Eljah made while dressing himself.

“I can’t help it. You guys are stuck with me now, so I have no choice but to care.”

Eljah slid a pair of shorts that rested low against his hips and a t-shirt that drowned him. August was his least favorite month because it was inevitably the hottest one. Manhattan sucked in the humid weather and bubbled it until a rush of cold would pop it. You either stayed in your home or flocked to an indoor business—Eljah’s goal tonight—to beat the heat.

“That is true, my mistake,” Raphael poked fun, receiving a stare from the male opposite him, “but seriously, just enjoy your night and I’ll find something for you to do this week, hm?”

“You said that last week, Santiago.”

“Damn, we are going by last names now, Winterscaar?”

“Oh, bruto gross, no. My mistake,” Eljah repeated. The two shared hushed giggles, but eventually it went silent. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Raphael’s aura became serious; Eljah hated to watch the swirls switch from bright yellow to mushy turquoise when he went into big-brother mode.

“There’s something out there that will make you happy. I know it. Maybe it’s here in the nest or on the other side of New York. Hell, another continent. I’ll help you find it.”

“How are you gonna find it if it’s on another continent? TSA will have to mark you as combustible material before you step foot on a plane.”

“Not funny.”

“It’s a bit funny, mano…” Raphael choked back a sigh, already used to the flammability jokes.

Raphael seemed to have more to say, but a knock sounded at the door. Raphael went to check it and Eljah activated the LED lights built into all the rooms. Eljah heard basic mumbles and words of confirmation before Raphael exited, saluting to his best friend.

Eljah knew what time it was already. Every day had a clockwork aspect to them, and he’d long since adjusted to the schedule of vampires. As his day started, most ended. It made slipping into night life easier and letting himself deal with emotions in his own way: drunk and/or high.

“You don’t look 22,” the bodyguard argued. Eljah had taken the time to walk his way to the club (and pre-game smoke). He didn’t fully feel the effects, but the immediate boost in confidence after every hit had him ready to make a bold move if needed. He wanted to cave his own head in every time someone accused him of being underage.

“That seems racially motivated.” He enjoyed watching people’s faces when he threw out that card. It was a common misconception amongst those who have never met shadowhunters that they were all pale-skinned white dudes with insane amounts of tattoos. Eljah himself was technically white, but it was the minority of his genetics. His father was Puerto Rican, and he’d grown up in San Juan before integrating into the Mexico City Institute. He found New York bland compared to the colorful buildings, streets, and culture of his hometown.

The man guarding the door was not white either. “Go back home, kid.”

“Este imbécil,” rolling his amber eyes. He placed his hands upon his eyelids, allowing the energy in his bones to circulate. Within milliseconds, the silvery cover slithered over his vision and the energy connected to the bodyguard’s light and powdery one. Eljah focused on forcing a command into the other man’s consciousness.

A voice echoed, “ah, ah, ah, no need,” a veil laid itself over his magic, “it’s not nice to compel random people.”

“Do you gain anything from that?”

“Just slight amusement,” the acicalao with short, spiked hair responded, “I know every warlock in Brooklyn, but I don’t know you. Why’s that?”

“New in town.”

“Are you now? Well, then, why don’t I introduce you to a little New York nightlife, hm?”

“The only thing I need introduced to is something strong.”

“That can be arranged. Come on in.”

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