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austinshotbutlers · 2 years

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The Wedding Date

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to your family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 3.8k

TW: Mentions of sex but no actual smut, swear words, bad writing? LOL

A/N: AHHHH! My first fic on here! This is based on the 2005 film of the same title. I literally love this film and I love the idea of Hotch posing as your fake boyfriend. Would anyone be up for a part 2?

The clock read 18:34. You should have finished 34 minutes ago. Everyone had gone home the minute the clock hit 6, the first day all week that the BAU had finished at a reasonable hour. Yet here you were, staring at the words ‘requested vacation confirmed’ which seemed to taunt you through the screen of your computer. It was all booked now, no going back. There was now no excuse for you not to go to your sister’s wedding next week. You sighed frustratedly before closing the tab and continuing with filing case reports that could definitely be saved for tomorrow but you didn’t want to go home, not just yet.

You typed aggressively at your keyboard. The thought of seeing your ex at your sister’s wedding made you more frustrated by the minute. How could she do this to you? Marry your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Agree to your ex-boyfriend being the best man when you’re the maid of honour? Your fingers hit the keyboard harder and harder before the ringing of your phone drew you from your thoughts. You picked it up and saw it was your mom. You took a deep breath before answering.

“Hi mom,” you said in your best fake happy voice.

“Hi sweetie! Just checking that your vacation has been approved for the big day.” She said over cheerily.

“Yeah mom its all…” you hesitated. “It’s all been approved and confirmed. You can tell Sarah I’m officially ready for maid of honour duties.”

“Oh that’s perfect.” Your mom said with a hint of relief in her voice. “I thought that silly job of yours would try and deny your vacation.”

You rolled your eyes as she once again ridiculed your job. She hated the idea of you chasing serial killers and rapists and every other sick bastard out there. She much preferred the idea of you having a more traditional 9-5, like your younger sister who was oh-so-perfect. Your mom was never a fan of your interest in murder and psychology and profiling when you were in high school. She was even less of a fan when she found out you were doing criminology and psychology at college. Then, when you went on to get your job working for the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit, she expressed a dislike towards your career path choice but she did try to be interested in your work.

“Anyway, I just had some questions about your plus one.” Your mom said, getting back on track to the wedding. “Am I right in thinking you’re not bringing anyone?”

Before you could even think and stop yourself, the words came flying out of your mouth. “No mom… I’m actually bringing my boyfriend.”

‘Boyfriend?! What boyfriend?’ You frantically thought as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” Your mom sounded surprised. “Shall I add him to the guest list then?”

“Yes! Well, actually I need to check he can still come and I’ll get straight back you. Bye mom!”

“Oh…ok, bye sweetie” she said before you immediately hung up.

You put the phone down onto the desk and whispered ‘oh god’ under your breath. What were you going to do? How were your going to magically find a boyfriend to take to meet your family in less than a week? You stood up abruptly and turned around to be face to face to none other than Aaron Hotchner.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “How much of that did you hear?” ***

Hotch signed his last case file report for the night and looked out his office window to see you sat at your desk. That stern look of concentration on your face that he found adorable as you typed at your computer. The rest of the team had gone home nearly 40 minutes ago yet you were still here. Why were you still here?

He turned back to his desk and started filing away the forms he had been reading and signing nearly all day and then turned to his computer to check his last few emails for the day. One in particular caught his eye that read your name in bold capitals. He clicked on it curiously and skimmed the contents which highlighted that you had been granted 5 days vacation time.

‘It’s good,’ he thought to himself as he packed away his papers and shut his computer down. You never used your vacation days so he’s glad you’re actually taking a break for once. He picked up his coat and headed towards the door of his office. He opened it and flicked the light switch of his office off and began walking down the stairs into the bullpen.

“No mom. I’m actually bringing my boyfriend.” Hotch heard you say into your phone and he faltered in his steps. ‘Boyfriend?’ He questioned. You had never mentioned a boyfriend before. He watched as you ran a hand through your hair, something you only do when you’re stressed or frustrated he noticed.

“Yes! Well, actually I need to check he can still come and I’ll get straight back you. Bye mom!” You said very quickly and hung up the phone. You placed the mobile device down onto your desk and paused before standing up and beginning to get ready to go home. You began to turn around and Hotch panicked. He had no time to move before you were standing face to face.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know you’re taking your boyfriend somewhere.” He replied and you cringed. “I’m sorry,” Hotch continued. “I really didn’t mean to intrude on your phone call.”

“Hotch it’s fine. Honestly!” You said to him and you could visibly see the tension leave his body. “It’s just a shame said boyfriend doesn’t exist.” You added. Oh god, were you really about to spill your guts to your boss?

“I’m sorry?” Hotch replied with a hint of confusion in his tone. Your face visibly cringed at his confusion and Aaron felt his heart squeeze a little at how adorable it was.

“I uh… I don’t actually have a boyfriend. I’ve just said it to make everyone think I’m seeing someone without thinking about the consequences.” You said and you watched Hocth’s eyebrows raise which prompted you to go on. “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. I really shouldn’t be burdening you with my inability to face my ex at my sister’s wedding.”

Now Aaron was really intrigued. “You can tell me but don’t feel like you have to. I know better than anyone that sometimes we want to keep personal matters to ourselves and away from work.”

You smiled at him, just his voice calming your nerves as you prepared to tell him everything. “So my ex is the best man at my sister’s wedding next week and I haven’t seen him in nearly two years. The day he dumped me, everyone thought he was going to propose and instead of a diamond ring, I ended up with a broken heart.” You cringed at your own words. “Sorry that was so cliché but I’m just dreading seeing him there and with his new girlfriend too. I don’t want him to see me still single, I don’t want him to see I haven’t moved on.”

Aaron listened intently to what you had to say. How could anyone dump you? You were beautiful, intelligent, funny. You were just perfect.

“My family haven’t mentioned him much, they all know it’s a fragile situation but just then, on the phone to my mom, her assuming I didn’t have a plus one just made me snap and before I could stop myself, I was telling her I was bringing a boyfriend.” You collapsed back down onto your desk chair, defeated. “And now I have to find someone to be my boyfriend.”

Aaron didn’t think, which was unusual for him, before he said “I’ll do it.”

You looked at him in shock. “What?”

He suddenly realised what he just said and hesitated before continuing to say “I’ll come to the wedding with you.”

“Hotch… no I couldn’t ask that of you.” You replied shaking your head. “You can’t leave Jack for 5 days. Also will you be able to get the time off? No I really can’t let you do this.”

“Y/N,” Aaron interrupted you. “I’m happy to help.”

You paused to think about it… it definitely would be you best option considering your predicament. But could you really spend 5 days with your boss pretending to be a couple? Your stoic, grumpy, handsome boss who you most definitely have a stupid, school girl crush on. You looked back up at him and locked your eyes with his before the word ‘Ok’ left your lips.

“Ok, lets do it. You pretend to be my boyfriend and I will spend the rest of my time at the BAU making it up to you.” You joke.

Aaron laughs lightly. “You don’t have to make up for anything. I want to help you out.”

***

You quickly unlocked the front door to your apartment and threw your bag down as you entered. You were now a woman on a mission. A mission to find the biggest wine glass in your apartment. You cracked open a new bottle of wine and poured a tall glass, drinking almost all of it in one gulp. What the hell had you just agreed to do? You grabbed your phone and texted the one person who you knew you could tell.

7: 48PM | Y/N L/N: SOS!!! Just agreed to do something truly insane.

7:49PM | Emily Prentiss: Uh-Oh this doesn’t sound good. What’s up?

7:51PM | Y/N L/N: Hotch may have heard a whole conversation with my mother and to cut a long story short, he is coming to my sister’s wedding pretending to be my boyfriend :/

You awaited Emily’s reply. What the fuck was she going to think?

7:55PM |Emily Prentiss: Sorry, I needed time to process what I just read. What the fuck? Are you actually insane?

7:56PM | Y/N L/N: Today officially confirmed my insanity. How the hell am I going to spend 5 days pretending to be in love with him?

7:58PM | Emily Prentiss: I mean it’s not going to be hard. You’ve been crushing on Hotch for like 6 months now. I’ve also had my suspicions that Hotch liked you and today definitely confirms that Hotch is so in love with you.

You couldn’t believe what Emily had just said, could Hotch really be in love with you? No, surely not.

8:01PM | Y/N L/N: Are you joking? Hotch does NOT have a crush on me. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t have silly crushes. And he said he was doing it to help me and I believe that.

8:03PM | Emily Prentiss: Ok, keep telling yourself that but when you both end up head over heels for one another, don’t get angry when I say I told you so.

You just rolled your eyes at her last text, picking up your wine glass to down the last little sip you had left. Now, you had to call your mom back to tell her the good news that your boyfriend was definitely coming to the wedding. Reluctantly dialling her number, you waited as it rung.

“Hi sweetheart, calling back to tell me your boyfriend is coming?” She asked immediately after answering.

“Yeah I am. He’s all set to come so add him down onto the guest list.” You replied. “I guess we will be seeing you next week then.”

“Don’t sound too excited.” Your mom teased. “I’m excited to meet this boyfriend now.”

“Ok, I better go mom, my…. My dinner is burning.” You lied. “I’ll see you next week, bye.”

Your mom barely had time to mutter the word ‘bye’ before you had hung up. You placed your phone down on the table and picked the bottle of win up, pouring more into your glass. You sipped at it more slowly than your first glass, absentmindedly playing with the hem of your skirt as you nursed the dark red liquid. It was going to be a long week.

***

You saw him standing at the gate as you rushed through the airport terminal to meet Aaron. He appeared to visibly relax the moment he saw you as you rushed frantically through the airport with your carry on slung over your shoulder.

“Shit! Sorry I’m so late!” You exclaimed as you finally reached him. “My alarm didn’t go off and then I lost my boarding pass. Sorry for making you check in and go through security by yourself.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re here now.” He smiled. “Here let me take your bag.” Aaron reached his arm out and took the heavy carry on from your shoulder.

“Oh you really don’t have to carry it for me.” You blushed a little, in awe of how gentlemanly he is. “Thank you though. Are you sure it’s not to heavy?”

Aaron laughed. “Trust me Y/N, it’s fine.” He looked around to the gate and saw people beginning to queue up. “Come on, we better get ready to board.”

“Thank you again for agreeing to do this.” You said to him as you joined the queue. “It’s really helped me out, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, anything to help a friend in need.” Aaron replied. “So, anything I really need to know before we land in LA?”

“Just that my family are insane.” You joke and Aaron laughed lightly. “But my mom will definitely ask you about 50 questions as soon as she meets you so maybe lets set up our story. Where did we meet?”

“Easy, just tell them how we actually met for the first time.” Aaron said with a smile.

You blush a little remembering your first day at the BAU. “But it’s so embarrassing!”

Aaron laughs as you move up the queue and reach the desk, handing over your boarding passes and passports. The flight attendants speedily checked everything and set you on your way to board the plane. Aaron carefully placed your carry on in the overhead locker before doing the same with his own.

“My parents certainly spared no expense.” You said as you sat down, revelling in the luxury of first class. “I think my dad has paid for all of Sarah’s wedding.” You try to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Are you looking forward to going home?” Aaron asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“I guess I’m excited to see my family, it has been nearly two years since I last saw them. After Luke dumped me… I kinda just left everyone in radio silence.” You took a deep breath. “I guess I just needed time to…”

“Heal.” Aaron finished your sentence, a tone of understanding in his voice.

You look him straight in the eyes and see a glimmer of hurt beneath his understanding. “Yeah… I mean we were together 5 years and he just ended it. Just like that.” You sighed before looking away from Aaron. “It’s just been difficult… blah enough of me complaining.” You mentally told yourself off. Who were you to complain? And to Aaron Hotchner of all people. The man who had been through what he had. You needed to stop.

***

Aaron pushed the trolley with all your suitcases piled on through the doors of the airport as you stepped out into the air of LA. You missed spending you summers here, it did feel nice to be home.

“My mom and dad said they’d pick us up. They should be somewhere.” You said to Aaron as you tried to look around for them. Suddenly, you saw them making their way over to the two of you excitedly. “Oh sweet Jesus.” You muttered to yourself.

“Oh my goodness! You’re finally back home!” Your mom squealed as she grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug. “It’s been too long sweetie. I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Come on now Y/M/N, let me give my daughter a hug.” Your dad said as he tried to pry you from your mother’s suffocating embrace. “How is my buddy?”

You pulled a face at the nickname your dad hadn’t used since you were 12. “Dad I’m not 12 anymore.” You laughed and hugged him back. “I’ve missed you though.”

Aaron watched in awe as your parents made a fuss of you, something he never had when he was growing up but always said he would do for his own children. And once all the excitement had calmed down, both your mom and dad turned to face him.

“Oh my Y/N, he’s very handsome.” Your mom whispered a little too loud.

“This is my boyfriend Aaron.” You smiled as you moved to stand at his side, wrapping an arm round his back as Aaron moved his arm to sit round your waist.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Y/L/N.” Aaron leaned forward to shake your dad’s hand but your mom slapped it away.

“There’s no need for such formalities Aaron!” She said. “It’s lovely to meet you! Although, I didn’t know you existed.” And she yanked Aaron in for one of her suffocating hugs.

“Mom you’re going to scare him away!” You said frustratedly and she let aaron go, letting him come and stand back by your side.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, you all headed to the car. Aaron helped your dad pile all the suitcases in the trunk before he came and joined you in the back of the car, taking your hand in his. The drive was wonderful, being able to take in all the things you missed about LA while living in Washington.

“So Aaron, what do you do?” Your dad asked as he drove.

“I work at the BAU with Y/N. I’m the Unit Chief.” He replied, your hand still held tightly in his.

“Does that mean you’re her boss?” Your mom interjected.

“I am the leader of the BAU team but there are more people above me such as our Section Chief. But technically yes, I suppose I am Y/N’s boss.”

“Trust me though when I say no favouritism goes on in the BAU. He still bites my ass off if I step out of line.” You joke and your parents chuckled.

The conversation flowed well between your parents and Aaron, much to your relief and before you knew it, your dad was pulling into your driveway. You smiled as you took in your family home that you had missed.

“Home sweet home.” Your dad said as he turned the engine off and the unanimous sound of seatbelts unbuckling filled the car. You all began to climb out and Aaron immediately started lifting the bags out the trunk. You walked round to help him and cringed seeing all your suitcases.

“For someone who always has the smallest go bag, you packed a lot for this trip.” Aaron laughed as he placed down your last suitcase.

“Yeah I may have overpacked just a little.” You giggled and settled on carrying the smallest of all your bags into the house. Both you and aaron trekked up the stairs to your bedroom which you hadn’t stayed in in years.

“Wow mom. You really didn’t change a thing huh?” You muttered as you looked around the childhood bedroom. Pink walls blasting in your face, a Top Gun poster of the shirtless volleyball scene, magazine cuttings of Madonna in the 90s and a random A3 poster of George Clooney in his scrubs from ER. Aaron placed the last of the bags down and took in the obnoxiously decorated room.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to profile me based on my ill-taste in room decorating.” You laughed and Aaron laughed with you.

“It’s… it’s just not what I was expecting.” He said, once again looking around.

“And what were you expecting Agent Hotchner?” You teased.

“I guess I’m just shocked by the hot pink walls. I might have to put my sunglasses on.”

You lightly punched his arm which Aaron found adorable. “Shut up. It’s not that bright.” You rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you picked it out your pocket.

3:36PM | Emily Prentiss: How’s it going? I’m guessing you’re in LA now.

You turned slightly so Aaron couldn’t see your phone even though he was busy unpacking.

3:38PM | Y/N L/N: It’s going surprisingly well. Everything has gone well with my parents. Only downside is that I’m having to subject Aaron to my awfully decorated room.

3:39PM | Emily Prentiss: Oooh it’s Aaron now is it?

3:41PM | Y/N L/N: Oh shut up. I have to go because we have to get ready for my sister’s engagement party. Kill me now. Hopefully I don’t see he who must not be named.

3:42PM | Emily Prentiss: Good luck and if in doubt, just make out with Hotch… or should I say Aaron?

You shook your head at her last text. Emily was loving your predicament a little too much. You turned back to Aaron, who was still busy unpacking, and your cheeks flushed a little at just how good he looked in his polo shirt, his arms flexing as he moved a suitcase. He then caught you looking at him.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You snapped out of your school girl crush haze and focused your full attention to his questions. “Yes! Just my sister checking in, making sure we’re here and getting ready for the engagement party.”

“What time is the party?”

“5:30! So we have just under two hours to get ready. God, I better start unpacking to hunt down my dress and makeup.” You groaned.

As you began unzipping your cases and searching for everything you needed for the night, thoughts flooded your head.

Was this façade crazy? Yes. Yes it was.

Will this engagement party go smoothly? Probably not.

Is Luke still going to be a total dick? Oh most definitely.

Are you going to fall in love with Aaron?

‘Am I going to fall in love with Aaron?’ You thought once more and looked back over at him, sorting out his suit for tonight. Taking so much care to not disturb any of the clutter in your room, giving you the space you need to get ready, being just so… Aaron Hotchner, so perfect…

You were so fucked.

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Part Two

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Pacemaker series by TheBasilRathbone Summary: Alternate First Meeting - If Hardy had never taken the job in Broadchurch in the first place. 7 part series Whumps/TWs: heart condition

Late night in the police station by fan_fics_are_life Summary: Alec ignores his headache and ends up passing out on Ellie. Whumps/TWs: headache, pain, passing out, caretaking

Open Water by biscuits_and_whiskey Summary: Post-S3 For Ellie Miller, life can only be normal for so long. When a figure from her past reappears and takes D.I. Hardy, Ellie struggles dealing with fears both past and present. D.I. Hardy, meanwhile, struggles to survive when his fear is leveraged against him. Whumps/TWs: kidnapped, torture, tied up, starvation, hallucinations, drowning/near drowning as a torture technique, fear, whipping, rescue,

The shift by keyrousse Summary: Alec gets hurt as a consequence of his last case. Ellie has to help him during his recovery and discovers a new side of him in the process. Whumps/TWs: hit by a car, attempted murder, hospital, broken bones, traumatic amnesia, inujry recovery,

Stopgap by sunbeamruins Summary: A slight season 2 AU picking up between the events of episodes 3 and 4 where Lee uses his break in to Hardy's house for more nefarious purposes, and the fall out from said actions. Whumps/TWs: Graphic depictions of rape, rape recovery,

Friends and foes by marlowe78 Summary: Even as he realized where he was – in a field, wet and wobbly and confused, about ten miles out of Broadchurch – he knew that something very, very not good had happened. Because the last thing he clearly remembered was picking up his daughter from school. Whumps/TWs: traumatic amnesia, kidnapped, casefic, noncon touching, strong language, drugged,

Stained Red by Ellezaria Summary: Alec gets in the way of a bullet aimed for Ellie and Ellie is not pleased. Whumps/TWs: shot

Cold Case by shambling Summary: A man has been reported missing, and its all routine; Alec goes off to talk to his boss and Ellie stays behind to direct resources. But things are never that simple. Whumps/TWs: knocked out, locked in a freezer, hypothermia

There Is One Consolation In Being Sick; And That Is The Possibility That You May Recover To A Better State Than You Were Ever In Before by Lord_What_Fools_These_Mortals_Be Summary: When Hardy doesn't turn up to work one day, Ellie goes round to his house to investigate. She finds a very sick, or in his words "completely fine" Hardy, and takes it upon herself to care for him, even if that means force-feeding him chicken soup. Whumps/TWs: sick, emeto/vomiting, caretaking,

Five Times Alec Hardy Was Inconvenienced by His Pacemaker (And One Time He Wasn’t) by GnomeIgnominious Summary: Ellie notices a lot about Alec in the year following his pacemaker surgery. He goes through a very subtle personality change, as though the Dorset weather is finally eroding him into something a little more happy. It's not without its teething problems, though Whumps/TWs: pacemaker, heart condition

She Hates Him, She's Sure of It. At Least, She Was Sure of It. by WhumpTown Summary: "No more broken heart." Episodes come far and few between, nightmares send him into wheezing fits but they don't nearly kill him anymore. One episode, one he can't even remember, ruins everything they'd fought for. He finds himself on the table again but this time, it's not nearly the same. Whumps/TWs: struggling to breathe, pacemaker, heart condition, surgery, collapsing, defibrillation, recovery,

#broadchurch #alec hardy #whump #fanfics #fic recs #mods fic recs #mod post

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nestastits · 2 months

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Hating my darling Gwyn and saying she’s evil for not wearing her Invoking Stone is some of the silliest shit I’ve seen people say yet. Especially when she went into detail of why she feels unworthy of wearing one. Do yall not read????

TW: Ianthe. Did y’all forget that serial rapist bitch Ianthe wore one?

#gwyn berdara #pro gwyneth berdara #I’m tired of the people saying this shit simply because they lack taste and only want Azriel with someone who fits their agenda #I hope yall know your precious Az would torture anyone who said this craziness

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slutshamethesquirrels · 3 months

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Behind The Cover - Prologue

pairing: vampire!geto x reader

tw/cw: borderline dead dove (dead dove lite™) , gore, violence, animal abuse (there is a spider that gets stomped), mentions of SA, mentions of abuse in nearly all forms, more to be added, maybe, we'll see, im so serious about the gore, please PLEASE there is gore in here

this is a chaptered fic. i will be scheduling uploads for tumblr, but ofc, the whole thing can be found on ao3 in the meantime.

also, patience with me as i figure out this tumblr thing k thnx

Staring at himself in the mirror, Suguru wondered if the vampirism is really what classified him as a monster. After all, on the outside he didn't seem to be all that different from the rest. Just a man with a muscular build, a head full of long inky hair, and a brain full of bloodlust and carnage. No different from any other predator that walked the earth, just a little more powerful.

He knew this truth from the many jobs he’d taken over the years. It was Satoru’s idea, initially. Sometime back before people had little fear of the supernatural, when stakes and silver bullets and holy water was plentiful, when they were young and optimistic, before the big box office turned their kind into sparkly horny teenager fodder.

“If we have to kill to survive, and they hate us for killing their loved ones, why not offer the service as a favor? Hell, I bet they’d even pay us-!”

Suguru hadn't loved the idea in the beginning. Humans were as petulant and greedy as any monster he’d ever stumbled across. They placed orders for money, for lust, for revenge, for power, for fun. At one point, somewhere around the great depression, he'd felt like he’d gone mad. He considered obliterating every human in his path, if only briefly. But slowly, the wheels had begun to turn. As word spread amongst the elite, the pair had found themselves with satisfied appetites, and more money than they’d ever had. It was around this time that he approached Satoru with a proposition, or rather, an ultimatum. Something had to change, or he was leaving the operation.

”I cannot kill another innocent man, woman, or child. We achieved our goals, and now we have to find a way to stop it from harming others. Or at the very least, I do-”

And so it was.

At first, the pushback from the customer was severe, but by then what could really be done? Who were these petulant aristocrats to run to and tattle? Who among us would call the cops and rat out your hired hit men? Would you explain that they were vampires when you did so? It would only end with a well fare check on your own behalf, they'd think you were deranged. And you probably would be to pull a move so stupid.

Suguru sticks his toothbrush in his mouth and scrubs vigorously as he flips through his workload for the evening. A middle aged male who had been charged with 12 counts of domestic violence and given a more than generous plea, a thirty eight year old serial rapist (also male), a woman in her senior years who tormented her animals. Each file had evidence. Screenshots. Court records. Little footnotes that told if additional photo, audio, or video proof was stored on Satoru’s hard drive. They also contained frequent points of interest and personal information, such as addresses, dates of birth, bars and restaurants frequented by his targets. The last page of each file would hold pictures from multiple angles, and typed text of any distinguishing features. If he was lucky, a scrap of fabric or lock of hair would be taped on that page, giving him a scent to work off of.

He spit, rinsed, tossed his toothbrush back in the holder and gave himself one final look over. Jesus, he needed this. He was paler than usual, his cheeks slightly sunken in and purple bags under his eyes. His pupils had dilated to take up nearly all of the purple of his iris, which he had theorized in the past was the body's natural way of making them blend in better with their prey. Everyone in the house would get that blown out effect if they’d gone too long without eating.

He tucked the files away in his jacket and flipped the lights off, more than ready to get his night started early. Hunger was different these days. There were no starved pains in his abdomen, no weakness or sweating, but rather a feeling in his throat like he’d been swallowing gravel, and a full body need for blood. Every muscle in him felt like it was winded up far past its limits, ready to snap and jump at the first prey that stumbled across his path.

He doesn't stop to check in on Megumi or Yuugi as his heavy boots clunk against the interior balcony, assuming them to be asleep at this early hour anyway. The sun had just barely set. Typically, he liked to wait until a later hour to start, but if he didn't get some food in him soon, he was sure he’d be picking rats out of dumpsters and swallowing them whole on the way there, and he felt more sympathy for the rodents than what was on his menu tonight.

Typically, he’d rise and do a preliminary scope of the house, cleaning anything that needed it and making sure the place looked presentable, which Satoru always gave him hell for. They didn't have visitors, so why did it matter? That was another place where he differed from his longtime friend and comrade. Suguru desperately gripped to the shreds of normalcy and humanity he had left in him, but for Satoru, he liked to let his impulses take over.

Tonight though, he doesn't even glance from the balcony down into the windowless living room, much less head down the stairs to fluff pillows. He continues straight until he reaches the end, pushing up against the faux wall and swinging it open before stepping through. On the other side is a bookshelf, tall and heavy, that aligned neatly with others in a row just like it when the door was closed again.

Ah, the bookstore. It was creative, unique, a sanctuary for readers and intellectuals, not a cover up for a crew of vampires who couldn't have windows on their home and needed a way to avoid the fire inspection part of buying a residential property at all. It had been named ”The Bookstore” by none other than Satoru Gojo himself (a brilliant mind ahead of his time), and even had a listing on google! Not to add, three total reviews, all from normal humans who’d waltzed in for some non-murderous reason. Though it’s hard to comprehend why. On the inside, it was quaint and cozy, sure, but on the outside it seemed abandoned. Blackout curtains adorned every inch of the windows and the only indication it existed from the street was a wooden plaque on the door that quietly whispered the name to the public. Geraldine Scott had left five stars with no elaboration, Kimberly Ichajo had left three stars (again, with no reason for the deduction), and Micheal Town had left a scathing one star review about the snarky albino man working the register who’d poked fun at him for being bald when he'd asked for a discount. Satoru had promptly printed that last one out and framed it for the mantle above the fireplace. He said it was proof that there was good in him for letting “Shiny Mike” walk out with his bald head still attached.

Satoru, expectedly, was not at the register when Suguru breezed by it on his way out of the front door, though he was absolutely supposed to be. Suguru understood that it was unlikely that anyone would show up without prior announcement, but he was still slightly irritated by Satoru’s lack of regard for responsibility anyway. They had a front to hold up. Once he got some meat down, he’d be sure to send a passive aggressive text to the group chat.

It doesn't take long to find his first hit, seeing as house arrest typically kept people confined within a hundred feet of a particular address.

He arrived at a run-down trailer at around 8:30 pm, not bothering with the formality of knocking, instead opting to reach out and twist the doorknob until it snapped in half from the force. In one quick motion he’d used his fingers to remove the deadbolt from the gaping hole and pull the door open calmly. At this point, he could've already been onto the next. He could've used vampiric speed and strength to bust down the door, sink his teeth into the motherfucker’s neck and tear it off before he even knew what was happening.

But no. This was the part of Suguru Getou that made him a monster, species be damned. He liked the fear in their eyes as they realized their fate was at an end, relished in taking power away from weaklings who thought they were above the rest of society, loved the theatrics. He didn't just want them to die, he didn't just want to re-fuel- no. He wanted justice.

He smiles, sickeningly sweet as he calmly enters the sad excuse for a home with his hands tucked in his pockets to find his victim holding a hand gun. He's disgusting. Balding, shaking, sweating, blending right in with the scenery of a dusty blue well worn couch and a floor littered with cigarette butts and beer bottles. The whole place smells like piss.

“Ezra! So sorry to startle you, friend.” Suguru cocks his head to the side, not yet stepping further in from his spot in front of the door.

“Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name?!”

Suguru feigns a sullen pout as he takes a step forward, and then two more “Now, now, Ezra. That's no way to treat a guest-!”

“I'll fucking shoot I swear to god!” The balding man raises his gun in front of him with both hands to steady his aim, and Suguru continues his steady approach until the gun is flush with the fabric of his t-shirt, aimed right at the middle of his chest. This close, he has to look down a bit to meet the mans gaze.

“Was this the gun you used?” He purred, pulling his hand from his pocket and stroking the metal. The smaller man lets a flurry of emotions cast over his face in record timing; shock, confusion, fear, so much fucking delicious fear -

“What the hell are you talking about?” His voice is still raised, and Suguru is getting sick of hearing it.

“When you threatened to kill your girlfriend of ten years. Or when you pistol whipped her in the back of the head. Or when you aimed it at yourself and threatened to take your own life if she ever left, or-”

A pop, loud enough to alert the neighbors, rings throughout the home, and Suguru’s more pissed at the noise than he is the gaping, bloodless, finger sized hole in his chest.

“I was fucking speaking.” he spits through gritted teeth, both unphased and unamused as he grips the barrel and the hammer and crushes it into his palm, rendering it useless. The smaller man's breathing escalates as he tries to wrap his mind around what's happening, and Suguru pulls the twisted metal away from him calmly.

“Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted-” he uses both hands to twist the gun apart, tearing it as easily as paper into two jagged pieces as he speaks “-I think it's only fair for you to feel what it's like to be on the business end of such a threat, no ?”.

At this the man attempts to take a step back and pathetically topples back into the couch, scrambling backwards as far as possible as he tried to bargain with death itself:

“Look man, I don't know what you want, but you can take my car, my wallet, I got a couple eight balls in my bedroom-”

Suguru laughs as he brings one boot up to pin his prey down to the couch, digging his heel into the hard plate of his clavicle until he hears a crack. He screams and writhes, and Suguru throws down the duller of the two pieces of scrap metal in his hands to bring a flat palm over his loud ass mouth, stifling the noise.

“I'll tell you what I want, Ezra. I want to know what her face looked like when you were putting her through hell. Tell me, was it like this? ” Getou jabs the remaining piece of metal into the tender flesh of his victim’s thigh, his eyes lighting up as that first spurt of fresh blood floods his senses. Its almost enough to cover up the smell of piss and cigarette smoke. Almost.

The felon thrashes and screeches below him, jerking rapidly as tears pour down his face.

“Oh come on, I bet it was more like-” he twists and jerks the metal upward towards the mans hip and back through the skin, inhaling deeply as blood flies and chucks of flesh spatter “that! Right? Am I right?”

The man below him has transitioned from high pitched wails to deep throaty howls. He’s bawling. He pisses himself as Suguru brings the blood soaked makeshift weapon to his own mouth, sucking of a stray piece of flesh and moaning in delight as it slides down his throat.

Oh yeah, this was gonna be a good night.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #geto suguru #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #jujustu kaisen #jjk fic

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perfect-bloodcovered-family · 2 years

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Event: Christmas gift, future sight.{Bad ending}

(TW: suicide(mention), abuse, insanity, bullying(mention), terrorism, children being married to other children at a young age(mention), teen pregnancy(mention), murder, quick mentions of rapists and attempted drugging. You have been warned)

You woke up in a giant garden. A lot of pretty but creepy flowers decorated the garden. You landed in front of shrines. There were 12 of them with some items that were placed in front of them on a fancy velvet black pillow.

Shimizu Nijiue: Died from drowning during her execution. She tried to be the perfect mastermind to please Team Danganropa and protect her little siblings. She had a bowl of crystal clear water with a Nymphaea Caerulea on the water, and a small wooden figure of an accurate Greek siren. Died at the age of 16.

Irofuka Nijiue: Died from being burned alive alongside his love, Yolei Aisei, during his execution. He died, leaving a baby girl behind. A Serial Killer disguised as a butler. Would have been a wonderful father if he lived past the age of 16. He had a black and red rose, a duster, and a bottle of deadly nightshade on the pillow.

Yolei Aisei: Died from being burned to death alongside her love, Irofuka Nijiue, during his execution. A spree killer who had been enslaved and raped at a young age after her parents’ death, soon took revenge on her former master and swore to kill all rapists and child abusers before she died. Would have been a wonderful mother if she had lived past the age of 16. There was a book called “A Thorough Investigation of Genocide Jack”, a black and red rose, and a crow plushie on her pillow.

Chitaki Nijiue: Died being ripped apart during her execution. Lost her mind from the abuse that was given to her by Team Danganronpa and fell for a man who just toyed with her emotions out of pure curiosity. Was a great doctor at the age of 13, a lovesick killer and mastermind who died at the age of 16. She had a bottle full of a drag she had made to speed up blood production, a needle, and a sage flower.

Kanto Nijiue: Beaten to death during his execution. Found out to be one of the masterminds and sent himself off to his execution, apologizing for putting them in a killing game against their will. He was an amazing brother and friend to many, even loved by the killing game participants who were supposed to hate him. He had coloured bandages, a bracelet with the words “Lil Bro'' on a boxing glove charm, and a gladious on the pillow

Iroryuko Nijiue: overdosed on 50 bottles of vitamins, committing suicide. Bullied at a young age due to his father’s past and actions. He committed suicide after his twin brother’s execution. There was a Gladiolus Flanaganii which is also called “Suicide Lily”, a pair of sunglasses that looks like Hajime Makunouchi’s sunglasses, and a bracelet with the words “Big Bro” on a boxing glove charm on the pillow.

Iroha Nijiue: Suicide, hanged herself to death. She was a wonderful sister, a wonderful mother, and a wonderful painter. She will be missed by so so many, and I am sorry, dear mother. I’m sorry for not saving you and for existing, please forgive me. The pillow had a purple hyacinth, a white Carnation, and an Okoden(a money offering) of 132,765,000.00 Japanese Yen(a million us dollars).

The rest were Iroha's older siblings and parents. It states that whoever made the shrines didn’t know the siblings but put money, their favourite food, and white lilies on their pillows. Iroha’s parents got only orange lilies, a message to the dead parents saying “Fuck you”, and a bloody dagger that might have been used to kill said, parents. It was clear that the meaning of the orange lilies in this situation aren’t positive.

You noticed the ground near a trash can with rotten food and dead flowers in it was wet. You looked around to see a 16-year-old girl sleeping in a bunch of flower beds of beautiful but creepy flowers. She had long, messy, orange hair; tired eyebags, Iroha’s fair skin tone, a Hope’s Peak Academy uniform jacket on her shoulders; a black dress that looks like a funeral dress and a ball gown at the same time, made from satin. She had a silver crown with a black veil covering her face, just enough for her face to be seen from up close, but covered when far away. She looks to be in distress, a nightmare instead of a dream. She kinda reminds you of Irohana Nijiue.

#Bad Ending⚰🍀

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ My Priest ~ Bo Sinclair ~

warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, wounds, tw rape, angst, hurt, swearing

Summary : The first night is over and there is only one goal: to find the key that will save us. But you don't stay alone and to protect yourself from you, you seek help in the arms of God. But what if you meet a priest there who is hoping for more than just a few gentle sounds from his wife?

Info : Beware dear reader this fanfiction was writen by me two years ago. So the msut might be not the best. I hope you still like it

next chapter, masterlist

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Only slowly and with an uncomfortable feeling she woke up again. Only conditionally her brain slowly remembered what had happened. She sighed, but then she realized that he could still be here. She got herself into an upright position and saw only that Eddie was no longer lying with her.

It was an almost relieving feeling not to have his murderer and rapist with her. Did he rape me? the question went through her mind. Almost fearfully, her hand slid between her thighs and found that there was no sticky substance.

But this also meant that he must have cleaned her body. But she was still naked and the dress was lying on the table with the sewing machine. But she knew that it had happened. She had slept with a murderer no a serial killer and she had enjoyed it.

It was disgusting or did she do it just to survive?. She tried to convince herself of the survival aspect but the feelings and the lust of the past night were indescribable. She felt herself shuddering but the tingling that went through her body told her otherwise.

She took the covers from her and was about to get up when the door swung open. She flinched and wrapped the blanket back around her exposed torso before pretending to sleep. But her breath was much too fast and her body was much too tense.

The steps were quick and purposeful, however, she heard something made of glass or metal being placed on the table. Something else was put down, but she couldn't make out the sound, it was too indistinct.

Then she heard footsteps approaching her. She had to suppress a wince as she felt a finger brush her cheek. ,, So pretty," she heard Eddie murmur, slowly moving away from her before the door closed.

Suddenly her eyes were open again and she looked around. Eddie had brought her breakfast on an old china tray. The growling of her stomach let her know that she needed it urgently.

Wrapping the blanket around her body, she slowly and gently stood up. However, she felt the pain on her body. Slowly and carefully not to make unnecessary noise and to pay attention to her body, she ventured forward to the table.

She sat down on the chair and held her breath as the old piece of wood creaked. But no one came and she breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did her eyes fall on the breakfast made for her by her first husband.

There were as far as she could identify the pancakes with a hard syrup. In addition, an old bread with jam that also no longer looked quite fresh.

In addition, water, which seemed to be the most durable. She felt sick at the thought of where the food came from and how old it was. But what surprised her the most was the small piece of meat which seemed completely out of place.

Since there were no animals here, it had to be something else. Human was the only thing that came to her mind. She prayed that it was not what she thought it was. So she took the cutlery and held her nose after eating one of the pancakes with the sticky syrup.

She was glad to taste almost nothing because otherwise she would have just vomited. It seemed that Eddie had made an effort, but the ingredients were disgusting. She left the piece of meat and almost threw up if she hadn't noticed the other object before. Eddie had given her a dress made of faded blue fabric that looked almost grayish.

The tailoring was quite good for the circumstances and except for the color it didn't look bad but she felt bad. She was naked and not knowing where her previous clothes were did not make it any better. Reluctantly she took the dress and went to a small cracked mirror. When she dropped the varnish, she sucked in her breath.

Her body was covered with bite marks, scratches, bruises and red spots. She quickly pulled the dress on and looked at herself for a moment. She thought it looked like a housewife from the sixties, but she tried not to think too much about it.

She wondered if she shouldn't just stay with Eddie, but in the end she didn't want to irritate him again and risk one less eye. So she stepped out of the room into the hallway, sighing and again struck by fear. It was colder in the corridor than in the rooms and the dress without sleeves did not offer much protection.

She wrapped her arms lightly around herself and began to move forward. She knew she had to find her keys to escape from here. So it would be a sneak and search mission. Carefully and still with deliberation she walked through the lower corridors.

Though the fear was still there, her inner self told her that she would not die so quickly, not as long as she satisfied certain desires. She shuddered but knew she couldn't deny that sex with Eddie was something else entirely.

They probably know that sooner or later I'll be looking for the key she thought as she continued to walk the halls. So it was only a matter of time before they hid or destroyed the key and she didn't even know where she had lost it.

Only when she heard the crackling sound coming from the wall did she stop. She knew it was the boy who had been watching her through the wall. Was he watching us have sex? she broke off her own thought and frowned slightly.

She prayed that Brahms had not seen her, which would only make things more awkward. ,, Pretty lady" she heard the childish voice coming from the wall before the man stepped out of the darkness of the wall. Despite the fact that she knew she would not die immediately, fear entered her body. Understandable. A natural reaction. But unstoppable.

She tried to keep her breathing calm so as not to give the killer in front of her enough of her fear. Her gaze went slowly and almost shakily up his body. She went right up to Brahms' chest and he had to look down to look at her. Despite her normal size, each of the killers here was superior to her in all things.

Brahms caught her scent and he seemed to be struggling to do something. She knew the case of the killer was fascinating and shocking at the same time, especially when files showed that he almost tried to build a loving relationship with his baby sitter. It was romantic and sick at the same time. His hand lifted and he lightly touched her cheek.

She suppressed the flinch and continued to look at him from behind his mask. ,, You are pretty Y/N" came the childish voice and sent a shiver down her spine. If he had really been watching her last night. His obsession with her had only increased. She had only become more desirable in his eyes.

But exactly that made her afraid. ,, Brahms, stop it. I-I will come to you!" she said with a firm almost loud voice, but the trembling of her hands spoke other volumes as well as the short stutter. To her surprise Brahms let go of her after a short hesitation and had almost something submissive about him as he retreated into the walls and his room.

He seemed to be the child again. But the question was how long would he be able to wear this mask. Until it broke and the killer came out and took her. But when she realized what she had promised him, she immediately blamed herself for her foolish choice of words.

She was glad that he was gone, but this game of dominance with the orders would be complicated, they probably both knew that.

She decided to get another picture of the building first to help her escape, which she hoped would be successful.

Her path took her to the church section of the facility. Why she did not know. She was not a believer and was always dragged to church by her parents at Christmas, but otherwise she did not have much to do with it. Although she was baptized but from the church they simply had nothing so much for it.

But she always found these buildings fascinating the architecture of the old buildings was romantic, aesthetic. Perhaps it was simply the atmosphere or the protection of a church that brought her here.

Even if she was not a follower of the church, she always found the buildings strangely reassuring. Her footsteps echoed in the large room with the broken organ and it had something from a horror movie.

Only that she was playing the lead role and it could just as well have been a porno with fetishes. Involuntarily, she smirked slightly as she walked down the aisle. She faltered when she noticed that someone was playing the organ. One of the eleven? she asked herself and looked closer.

But it didn't seem so, the man looked back at her and she saw only a black suit. ,, Hello, Father," she said hesitantly and hoped that it was the priest of the stable. But something inside her told her that it was not.

The organ playing, which was soft, died away and it seemed to take an eternity for the man to stand up. ,, What is it, my pretty?" came the amused question as he stood up and walked towards her. ,, Bo" came recognizingly over her lips and she tensed up. ,, Well, I liked father better. How about Daddy?" he smirked and leaned against the altar. ,, I wouldn't have taken you for a priest," she said, trying to deflect the conversation somehow.

But Bo, on the other hand, pushed himself off the altar and moved toward Her. Even though he was wearing a black suit, he had just as threatening an aura as Brahms or Eddie. ,, I'm not. But back then...it served me well," he said, and there was something of a reverberation in his voice.

She didn't even want to imagine what else had happened in the city under his rule and to his brothers. Goosebumps covered her body as she slowly began to walk back. I have to get out of here and I have to get out now she thought before she started to run.

But she stopped in front of the closed church door. Instead she looked into the mask of Vincent. He looked at her for a moment before disappearing into the dark hallway. ,, It's good to have a brother," came from Bo, who was still walking towards her. She shook the door and threw herself against it without success, but the wood did not give way.

When she saw Bo in the reflection of the broken glass, she whimpered and continued to run through the church. ,, Little mouse, come here," he purred and seemed to enjoy this little chase. But no matter where she tried to flee, her pursuer kept coming closer.

Only when she started to run around the pews in the church and delay the inevitable, Bo became impatient. ,, Last chance doll" he warned and offered her his hand. But she shook her head, begging him to stop. ,, Then just differently " he hissed and jumped over the bench towards her. Y/N started to flee again, but Bo was faster and caught her wrist.

With a jerk he pulled her to him and his hands laid painfully on her shoulders. ,, Got you my wife" he said with a grin and his eyes flew over her form. Y/N, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to get away. Away from it all.

She knew what would happen, no one would save her from this. ,, Please Bo I-" she started but only whimpered as the man squeezed tighter. ,, Shh honey you don't have to say anything" the older man said spitefully before she felt his lips on hers.

He was not gentle, no, he was straightforward. He took what he wanted. And what he wanted for the moment was her. She tried to wriggle out of his grip. But when he squeezed even tighter she whimpered unintentionally. ,, You taste sweet," purred Bo, who was only a few centimeters away from her.

When she felt his tongue on her neck as he studied her. ,, Please just let me go" she tried and she felt the fearful trembling on her body. ,, Oh, you know my case, don't you? You think you know me, you know everything about me," he snapped at her, gripping her army tighter as if to emphasize his anger even more.

Y/N shook her head and she now knew that each of her killers was dangerous, all of them.

They had only a limited understanding of love and this was also clear with Bo. He let go of her shoulders before he grabbed her wrist and pulled them both to the organ. There he put her on the chair and stood behind him like a watchdog. ,, Can you play?" he whispered into her ear.

She whimpered out of fear that he would immediately attack her because she couldn't play. The only instrument she had ever played easily in her childhood was the violin, and not even very well.

Panic-stricken, she slowly shook her head and breathed, ,, N-no". Bo sighed, not quite knowing if he was doing it to scare her even more or if he was doing it to mock her. ,, What a pity, let me help you" she heard his voice and his hands slid over her arms until his hands covered hers.

Almost gently he played through her hands on the instrument a sad song which was interrupted every now and then by her sniffling. Until Bo suddenly let go of her right hand and slowly guided it to her body. She tensed up but tried desperately to concentrate on the organ.

His hand went up and down her hips before he moved up her dress to gently and then energetically massage her breasts. A sound of shock and gasp escaped her lips and she felt the redness on her ears that exposed her. ,, Naughty and in a church in front of a priest, shame on you" he admonished her and she heard the dark giggle before a tongue slid over her neck again and sucked in to give her a hickey.

His right hand slid away from her breasts up to her hair and played with it before he suddenly pulled her back and she had to look at him in the crouched position. ,, Did he take you hard?" he commented when he could see the touch from above better.

But he got no answer instead she just closed her eyes because she knew that he would not hesitate much longer. She should also be right about that. With one movement his arms enclosed her belly from behind before he lifted her from the chair and carried her to the altar. There he let her down rudely and looked at his wife

looked at his wife for a moment. Y/N stared at one of her murderers and husbands and felt like a deer in the headlights. But Bo did the same, he was the hunter who decided whether to spare his deer or not.

But Bo had made up his mind he had other plans that excluded killing and were much better than just ramming a knife into the body oh it would be so much better. His lips met hers and it seemed as if he put all his greed into the kiss for fear she might not belong to him anymore.

She felt his tongue in her mouth as he explored every centimeter only to deepen it further. The woman tried to push herself away from Bo with her hands, but she could not. She was too weak and he seemed too caught up in his lust to let her go now.

He broke away from her and she felt him bite down on her neck, pausing every now and then to look at the bruised areas with a dirty grin. ,, You are mine" he told her again and again until his hands grabbed her dress and Y/n guessed what he was going to do. But before she could protest and tell him that she was going to undress, the tearing of fabric echoed in the church compartment.

Her naked form was revealed and she covered her exposed breasts with her hands. I told you I would love to see your breasts doll" he assured her darkly and took her hands before loosening his belt and tying them under several threats so as not to be hindered further.

The only thing she could do was to glare at him, which Bo didn't care about. The man was much too focused on her body as if it was the most beautiful thing he had seen in the last weeks and years. ,,You are really pretty my wife" he murmured before she felt his tongue on her nipples.

She pressed her lips together and tried to hide the sounds that would come in the next few minutes. What she couldn't deny was that Bo seemed to be skilled at what he was doing, at least it wasn't grotty, and soon she couldn't suppress the gasping, pleading noises.

The lust overtook her and she felt her fear lessen and the desire continue to bark at her mind. She moaned as she was torn from her thoughts when she felt Bo settle between her legs. Possessed, he held her legs open and she knew that like everything he had done so far, it would leave stains.

But for a moment she didn't care, for a fraction of a moment she liked being macked. But she couldn't think any further as she felt the tingling in her belly increase and she came closer to her orgasm. But all at once it subsided and confused she opened her eyes closed with pleasure.

Bo looked at her with a knowing look before he bit her in the thigh and drove his tongue over the sore wound. ,, Not so fast, sweetie," he said in response to his intention, but got nothing more than a look veiled with lust. She dully heard Bo unzipping his pants before she roughly felt his hands on her hips. She moaned and her eyes rolled back in satisfaction at the sensation.

But his thrusts were just as Eddie's were uncontrolled and just chasing lust and desire as she realized. However, this was only better it was a new experience and she had completely forgotten about the thought of completely forgotten.

She had laid her head on the altar and closed her eyes and although Bo allowed it, she did not imagine any other man more pleasant. She didn't know why at this point, but it was all the same.

She felt his quick breaths on her ear and his kisses that stretched over her breasts to her neck. His tongue was eroding her skin while he continued to fuck her at a fast pace.

He as both her abdomen contracted she hears the cursing of Bo. ,, So good for me sweetie" she heard him say breathlessly and increase his pace. It took only a few more uncontrolled thrusts before she came herself and he came inside her. ,, So fucking good" came the exhausted Bo who pulled out of her to clean himself with her dress. Her half open eyes were heavy and she knew she would like nothing more than a bed.

But instead she was still lying on the stone altar in a staring contest with Bo. His dark eyes, still veiled with lust, ran over her wet form and a quick grin came to his lips. ,, We didn't get to try out the mirror, darling," he commented, giving a mock-sad sigh.

His gaze, however, went past her to the entrance door and he seemed to change. But Y/N was too exhausted to turn around and see who was standing at the door. ,,Fuck it" she heard him mutter and was about to ask what was going on when she saw Bo grab her head and with a final ,,Don't take it personally" slam it down on the altar.

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: You know how when you write something and you re-read it to check for mistakes, and while you're reading it you start to doubt your work as a writer and debate giving up while you're ahead because you think no one wants to read this shit? Yeah, that's kind of how I am feeling with my story. Should of known this would happen. But, I'm biting the bullet and posting this chapter anyways because I've made it this far and Ada Wong needs some love. So, enjoy, and sorry for any mistakes there might be. Ada hasn't made an appearance yet, but she will eventually. I promise. MINORS DNI!

TW: Murder, violence, mention of rape/sexual assault, zombies, guns, Umbrella, ect. It's Resident Evil, you should all hopefully know what you're getting into. NO MINORS!

Chapter 2:

-September 23, 1998-

It took you a few hours to get to your destination. Being practically on the opposite side of the city and not having money for a cab, you had to make the walk. The sun had long since risen and the people had already begun their days.

You were shocked at the sight before you when you walked through the door of Ben's hotel room. He was frantically running around, shoving the piles of papers of the investigation into his briefcase and shoving his rail pass in his back pocket, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere.

"What happened?" You asked as you shut the door behind you.

"Things went bad. They went really bad. I was an idiot and now he knows." He slammed the briefcase closed, furious with himself and everything that unfolded in your time apart.

"He knows? Irons? What the hell did you do?" You asked, dropping your backpack from your shoulder to the floor. Your gun is tucked safely in said backpack, out of sight of any civilians that might see it and flip out.

"I thought I had enough evidence. I thought it was enough to tell the city officials and to get his ass locked up. I thought it was enough!" Your heart dropped. His comment and nervous behavior caused your nerves about what may happen in the next few hours to increase.

"You tried to tell the officials? Why? We had a plan here, Ben! Gather information, then meet here to discuss what we learned and go from there!" Your voice increases in volume as your frustration rises.

"I know! I know that! But, while I was nosing around his office I found creepy ass notes and files in his desk! The man is a rapist and a serial killer! He's been covering that up, along with his dealings with Umbrella, ever since he became Chief!" He exclaimed.

I froze in shock, "What?"

"He's a psycho, Y/n! He gets off on violence! Not only that, he turns the people he kills into taxidermy! Taxidermy! Had a whole diary about it! I freaked out and wanted him locked up! Not my best moment, considering they just laughed me out of the office and put a hit list on my ass." He rubbed his eyes behind his glasses, beyond exhausted.

"So you have to leave then." You determined. He can't continue his work if he gets caught by Irons.

"That's the plan. Get out of Raccoon City and lay low somewhere to finish our work." He finished packing his belongings, zipping up the duffle bag and tossing it on the floor from the bed, taking a seat where it once was.

I nodded sadly, "What about, Katherine?"

Ben shrugged, sadness evident on his face, "She can't come with me. She's the mayor's daughter. It would attract attention if I tried to leave the city with her."

"So you won't at least say goodbye?"

"Can't. I've spent too much time here already. It's only a matter of time before they find me. I have to go now." He stood up and grabbed his duffle and the briefcase full of breakthroughs on the case, prepared to leave.

You grabbed the flash drive from your pocket, holding it in view. "What should I do with this in the meantime?"

Ben looked up and froze, having forgotten about your part of the plan in all the chaos.

"You got it?" He asked cautiously. Almost afraid of your answer.

"I got it." You confirmed.

"How much?" He took instep forward, eyes still on the flash drive in your hand.

"All of it. Well, all that was on Birkin's computer, at least."

He stared at the drive for a moment, before looking at your face. He laughed in shock, shook his head and covered his mouth, impressed.

"I knew you could do it!" He laughed, before stopping at a sudden realization. "You know how much more dangerous it is to have that on you right now, right?"

"I had a feeling of what I was getting into from the start. And after I saw part of what is on this drive, I knew things were going to get more serious." You told him, staring at the item in the palm of your hand with a sliver of worry stirring in your chest. The events you had witnessed in NEST in the forefront of your mind. That was just the start.

"I think the city is in serious danger, Ben. And I don't know what to do about it." You looked back at him, wanting his insight.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"I mean I think a lot of people are going to die. A lot more than Arklay Mansion. Some shit went down in that lab, everyone in this city is in danger." He looked a lot more nervous than before, quickly formulating a plan in his mind.

"Then we should both get out of town, and take Katherine with us. Grab everything you need from your apartment, get Katherine and get to the train station. I'd get her myself, but, you know." He vaguely gestured to the air, signifying the series of unfortunate events leading to this moment.

You think for a moment, wondering if you should warn your parents, whom you haven't talked to in years. You weren't very close, but you wouldn't want them to die. The more you think about it though, you realize you didn't even know how to get in contact with them. It would be a waste of precious time even trying.

"Alright. I'm on it. You wanna hold on to this?" You asked, gesturing to the device in your hand.

"No, it's probably better that you hold on to it. You're not on their radar yet." He makes a fair point.

"Fine, I'll hold on to it. But if it gets me killed, I'm haunting your ass." You joke.

"Fair." Ben grinned. And with that, you went your separate ways. Ben heading to South Raccoon Street Station, you to get Katherine and your stuff.

-September 23, 1998-

Katherine came to your apartment as soon as you called, doing as you requested to not tell her father or anyone where she was going if asked. She didn't ask many questions when you told her to pack a bag full of anything she deemed important. She knew that whatever was happening likely involved Umbrella and Irons. She was fully ready to follow her best friend and boyfriend out of town. She hated this place anyway.

You had changed your clothes to something more comfortable for your travels. You wore black jeans and an emerald green zip up hoodie over a dark purple t-shirt to shield you from the chilly fall weather. Your feet were donning a pair of black sneakers. You had never been a fan of white sneakers, too worried you would get them dirty simply by existing.

You had added things to your backpack that seemed important enough to take. Money, for starters, as you're gonna need it. And you sure as hell are not going to be stuck walking across the city on foot again because you didn't have it. Another outfit to change into if need be. Similar to the one you are currently wearing. Only the one though, as you didn't want clothes taking up too much space. You would have to buy more when you get the chance.

Your new gun and ammo remain in the bag, along with the water bottle, flashlight, and a couple granola bars in case you or one of your friends get hungry. You also had some pain meds, in case you get a headache from traveling.

Your notebook is also in the bag as well. Full of some of the information you and Ben have collected over the last few months. Although he had most of it, you had the notebook with some of the details of your case. The flash drive sits snugly and securely in your front pocket, away from prying eyes.

You had debated hooking it up to the computer in your apartment and looking at it in more detail, as it did have a lot more information than you had gone through in the NEST, but you had no time as Ben was waiting for both you and Katherine.

"So, do I wanna know why we're on the run right now?" Katherine questioned as we walked through the entrance of the subway station, heading towards the train Ben said to meet at.

"Um, probably not. Though I will say, those alarm bells that went off in your head around Irons? Yeah, those were spot on. Best you listen to them and stay away from him. Forever." You told her. The anger rising in your chest at the thought of the man. Especially at the thought of him possibly hurting your friend.

"Ugh, what'd he do?" She looked at the sickened look on your face and changed her mind. "On second thought, don't tell me. I'll just take your word for it and sit here in blissful ignorance for a while."

You smile at her attempt to lighten the mood with a joke. "Believe me, that's for the best." You paused and Katherine stopped in her tracks with you. When you looked down the station to the train you were planning on meeting at, you saw Ben. That's good. What's not good is the three police officers slowly walking in his direction, having him surrounded. Ben seemed to have noticed as well, judging by his frantic head movements as he looked at his surroundings.

"What's wrong?" Katherine whispered, sensing your urgency.

You look behind you and notice another officer with eagle eyes staring Ben down, luckily not noticing you or the mayor's daughter. You quickly grabbed Katherine's arm and rushed out of sight by a pillar, watching the scene from behind it.

You couldn't hear what was being said from so far away, but you could assume it was something along the lines of, "you're under arrest".

Ben made brief eye contact with you, and you gave him a knowing look. Run, you mouthed, and he did just that without a second thought. He ran towards the east entrance, ditching his briefcase by sliding it under an empty chair in the waiting area. No one notices this in all the commotion, no one but you.

You and Katherine watched as he ran, all the cops following behind him. Katherine looked to be on the verge of tears, wanting to help Ben but being unable to. You wish you could get him out of this, but you have a mission at hand. You had to get that briefcase.

"Stay right here." You tell Katherine once the coast was cleared. When there are no signs of cops and nosy pedestrians, you speed walk to the chair at the opposite end of the station, not wanting to run and gain attention to yourself. You slide the case out with your foot and quickly pick it up before walking back to Katherine, no one batting an eye in your direction.

"Okay. What the hell is going on? I was patient up until I saw Ben getting chased by the police. Tell me now." Katherine demanded in a hushed whisper, seemingly trying to calm herself from having a nervous breakdown behind the pillar.

You glance slightly around from behind the pillar and notice more cops running in the direction Ben had headed. Just what did Irons tell them Ben did to get him this high on the priority list? You duck back and sigh.

"Irons. Irons found out he was being investigated and wanted to solve the problem before it became too big."

"How did he find out? I thought you two were being careful." Katherine asked.

"Well we were before Ben decided to be an idiot. Look, we have to get out of here. The cops are starting to swarm and they'll likely put this place on lockdown soon. And we can't be here when they do." You said, ushering her to the south entrance to leave.

She followed your lead. "Do they know about you too?"

"No. At least I don't think they do. Fingers crossed that they don't and that Ben will be alright." You crossed your fingers in emphasis.

"Amen to that." Katherine crossed her fingers, still upset and confused, but understanding now is not the time for questions.

You reach the exit and make it out of the station with zero police officers on your tail. You consider that a win. Now, to figure out where to go from here. Once you were a good distance away from the station and police sirens, you spoke up.

"We need a new plan. The original plan was to get the hell out of dodge. But I don't think we can anymore. Unless you have a car?"

"Well, my father does, but they're all flashy and would draw attention. Plus, I don't want to leave Ben behind." Katherine said as she stopped, determined to get you to listen.

"Me neither. But I don't think we have much choice. We can't bust him out of jail. And bad things will happen if we don't leave, Katherine." You stopped on the sidewalk beside her. Your comment just made her more upset.

"Even more reason to get him out! He's your friend, and you just want to leave him behind!" Katherine yelled, startling people walking by.

You look around and grab her arm, dragging her partially into an alley to get some privacy away from strangers. She jerks her arm away and you flash her a look of hurt.

"Let go of me! You know this is wrong. We can't just leave him, Y/n!" She said this quieter, but still louder than her normal voice to prove a point.

"Well, what do you want me to do? I can't bust him out. I don't have connections like you or daddy dearest does." You tighten your grip on the briefcase. Your voice rising from frustration, not sure of what else you can do.

She paused, seemingly thinking to herself. "That's right. I have connections. I can get him out." She muttered. You paled at that. Shit.

"Wait, no. No you can't."

"Yes I can. I just need to convince Irons."

"Bad idea! Bad fucking idea! Did you miss the part where I said that it was best you stay away from him? Forever!" It's not like you were overreacting over here, the man is a monster.

"I didn't, but I can't just let him rot in a cell! I love him. And I care for him, clearly more than you do considering you ditched him without a second thought." Katherine fumed.

Her words hurt, and she knew it did. But she was too far into her rage to care about that at the moment.

"That's not fair. What could I have done? I'm not superwoman in case you haven't noticed."

"Look, I'm gonna get him out. With or without your help. And if I have to flash my breasts at Irons to do so, then so be it." Katherine began walking away stubbornly, blinded by love.

Fine. You want the truth? I'll give you the fucking truth.

"The man is a rapist! A serial killer!" You yelled. She paused and turned to look back at you. You look out and see that no one has glanced in the direction of the alley. You continued in a quieter, more urgent tone. "Let that sink in for a moment. He will kill you, Katherine! He will! It's not a matter of if, it's when! If. Only if you go, Katherine."

"My father trusts him." Katherine denied.

"Your father is a fucking idiot and is probably involved with a lot more than you think." She shakes her head and you continue. "You think he doesn't know about what Umbrella's doing in his city? He works with them! He knows, Katherine!"

"Shut up! You know nothing!" She doesn't want to believe a word you're saying.

"I know a lot. Ben knows too. He would tell you the exact same thing I'm telling you right now. We know enough to likely get us killed at some point. I am putting my life on the line to help him show people who the monsters really are. And in this case, that is nearly everyone in power in this goddamn city!"

"No one asked you to!" Katherine said, still in disbelief of what you said.

"Ben did! Ben asked! He knew the risks and he told me the risks. He needed help and I was there to help! I wanted to." She paused, thinking it over.

"Come on, Katherine. You and I have known each other nearly all our lives, why are we fighting about something that is a lost cause?" Bad choice of words on your part. Should have kept your mouth shut.

"What's a lost cause? My relationship with Ben? Saving, Ben? The only thing that's a lost cause here is our friendship with you. I thought you were better than this." Katherine muttered, tears of anger burning in her eyes at your words.

"N-no. I didn't mean-." You try to amend.

"Oh I don't care what you meant. The only thing I care about right now is getting Ben back." She began to stomp away, a woman on a mission.

No, no, no! You can't let her go to Irons!

"Katherine." You ran after her. " Katherine, wait!" She stopped and turned to face you, heavily annoyed. You grab her hand with your own, the briefcase held in your other, non dominant, hand.

"Please don't go. I don't want you to get hurt. Please. Just. Stay away from him." Tears burn your eyes as every possible scenario of her getting hurt in some way goes through your head.

Her features soften at the visible concern on your face. She knows you care. And she knows she shouldn't have said what she said to hurt you. But she couldn't bring herself to apologize at the moment, worried her resolve would falter.

She sighed, "I'll get my father to talk to him. I won't go near him. Okay? Just let me leave, Y/n."

You grasped her hand tightly, afraid to let go. You look at her face for any tells that she was lying. Her eyes showed promise, and she squeezed your hand back in reassurance. She was telling the truth. She would go to her father.

Against your better judgment, you let her go. You release her hand and with one final look, she walks away. A woman on a mission to save her lover.

You watched her silently as she walked away, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You rub your eyes and huff. You just can't get a break, can you?

So what do you do now?

You don't have a way out of town. The train station is crawling with law enforcement. You have no car and no cab will take you out of the city. No bus either. Walk? No, that would suck. Not to mention it would take a whole day for you to reach the city edge on foot. It is a huge city. You decide you should get back to your apartment and figure it out then.

You look at your watch. It's already 6pm. Where did the time go? More sirens sound as police cars fly past your spot on the sidewalk. Okay, home it is.

-September 29th, 1998-

It is just before 10pm when you return to your apartment. You had to take a much longer route thanks to road blocks and fences blocking certain paths.

The first thing you do after putting your backpack and briefcase on the couch is turn on the TV.

"Riots and violent outbursts have increased over the last few hours. The cause of this is unknown as investigations continue. Police suggest staying in your homes and away from large crowds until the cause is found." The new anchor said. There are images of people attacking others on the screen. They don't quite look right. Already seemingly decaying. That explains the roadblocks.

You know exactly what caused this. Fucking Umbrella. What could you do? If you started to tell people this, they'd arrest you immediately.

You walk over to your window and use a finger to peek through the blinds. No sign of police. Meaning Ben hasn't ratted you out yet. You didn't think he would though.

You sighed, sitting back on your couch and opening the briefcase. Inside was all the evidence you obtained on Irons and Umbrella. Admittedly not a lot on paper. Most of it was written down from what you and Ben had heard from employees. But Ben not having this found on his person might have just saved him from having a far worse time in jail. Your most important evidence was the flash drive in your pocket.

Before looking further into the device, you decided to try and call Katherine. You walked to the landline and pressed the numbers to her line, listening to the dial tone ring through the phone.

Nothing. She didn't answer. Dread filled your chest. You hoped she was okay.

You walked over to your computer, sticking the flash drive in the slot and looking in more depth of what you got from the lab in NEST.

Annette Birkin had been the one in Umbrella giving Irons the bribes. Between $1,500 to $15,000 a month, depending on what they needed to keep quiet. In addition, her husband, William Birkin, had trusted Irons with stationing police officers in the sewers to provide security in the areas leading to the NEST. Irons had monthly visits to the Umbrella facility heads on the 6th and 16th, always expected to do whatever they asked, and to be paid in return for it.

Irons was placed specifically in charge of the orphanage in order to disguise the fact that Umbrella had been illegally experimenting on children. Assuming no one would miss them, you supposed.

Everything they were doing was in direct violation of the 1972 Bioweapon Convention.

Irons is close with biologist Nathaniel Bard, and United States Senator Greg Tester, often making deals with them as well.

Even the Senator is in on all this? What the hell?

The further you look, you realize how much deeper everything is. Umbrella has been up and running since 1968. Founded by three men named Oswald E. Spencer, James Marcus, and Edward Ashford. How much have they gotten done in that span of time?

Albert Wesker is another name mentioned quite a few times throughout your read. Other than him being a part of the Arklay Mansion incident with the S.T.A.R.S group and being heavily involved in Umbrella, not much is said about him.

The only reason Umbrella has even managed to last this long is because they had been posing as a normal pharmaceutical company that worked on vaccines on the very viruses they created.

The more you read, the more you want to know what the ultimate goal is. Why create these B.O.W for wars? It can't just be to get the upper hand in the battlefield. Especially not if they had dealings and facilities all over the world and not just the United States. That didn't make sense.

You started to feel your eyes fighting to stay open. You looked at your watch and noticed it was after one in the morning. Where did the time go?

You decided to go to bed, figuring you could take a bus to the edge of the city in the morning and maybe hitchhike before the outbreak gets too bad, as there is nothing else you could do until then.

You take off your shoes, not even bothering to change your clothes as you unceremoniously tossed yourself in your bed, completely exhausted from the long couple of days. Weeks, if you're being honest.

Your eyes drift shut. You just hope that things won't be as bad as you think it will be.

-September 24th, 1998-

It was bad. It was really bad.

You went to the bus as planned, not having the chance to change as you woke up later than you had wanted. A lot later. You had to take the last bus of the evening. You had grabbed your backpack, still full of the other things you had packed, along with the files you deemed important in your notebook.

It was fine, until halfway through the drive near the heart of the city someone started eating the throat of the passenger next to them. Then another. And another.

Chaos erupted, naturally. You were near the front of the bus, so you quickly ran to the front and opened the hatch yourself, jumping off the still moving bus and scraping the hell out of your palms and knees, ripping your jeans in the process. You had done a roll to prevent too much damage and you escaped with road rash rather than broken bones. You didn't know if you considered that a win or not, it fucking stings.

You see blood on your palms and knees, deciding to go to the nearest pharmacy and grab a first aid kit. You look at your surroundings and notice it is just as bad outside the bus as it was inside. Zombies were everywhere and the living were attempting to flee.

You run to hide in an alleyway, taking the time to grab your gun from your backpack. You look at your watch. Where did the time go? It's already sunset. You hadn't made it out of the city. Today did not work out like you had hoped it would.

You checked that you're fully loaded, before moving out of the alley. You carefully maneuver through the crowds of people fleeing and zombies to cross the street where a pharmacy sat.

It was already looted. Shit hit the fan not five minutes ago and it was already looted. You shake your head and looked for anything useful. Specifically the medkit you had in mind.

You watch out for any signs of movement, specifically the aggressive kind, but everyone seems to have left the pharmacy in favor of running away.

You find a bottle of disinfectant. Score. Now band aids? Bandages?

You go to look behind the front counter when something jumps out from behind it and grabbed your ankle. You let out a scream and yanked away your foot. You aimed your gun at the head of the decaying figure on the floor in front of you, desperately trying to gnaw at your ankles.

You shoot once, miss. Figures. It was your first time shooting a gun. You correct your aim and fire once, twice, three times. Three shots? Are you kidding me? The figure finally collapsed, head gushing blood.

You carefully walk toward the corpse. You lightly kicked at the top of the head. Nothing. You kicked it harder. Nothing. It's dead.

You sighed, taking the moment to gather your thoughts of everything that just happened. You just jumped out of a bus because people started turning. You just shot someone. Dead. People are infected now. A lot of people. And a lot of others are dying because of it.

Oh god. Katherine and Ben. Are they okay? Are they still alive? What if they died?

Tears burned at your eyes but you blinked them away. You take a deep breath to calm your emotions and your rapidly beating heart. Now is not the time to think about what is happening. About all the people dying. It's time to try to get the fuck out of here. Out of the city and hopefully find a way to get the information you've gathered to the right people to shut Umbrella down.

You found the bandages and quickly cleaned your palms and knees, sealing them securely with the bandages.

You put the rest of the supplies in your bag, grabbing your flashlight and making sure your gun was fully loaded. You will have to try to avoid killing them as it appeared to be a complete waste of ammo. Three or more bullets? Really?

You take a deep breath and peer out the window of the pharmacy. It's crowded and chaotic out there. But you're a sitting duck in here. You have to find somewhere safe. A way out of the city if you can.

Another deep breath, then you're quickly out the door. Future unknown.

Now, you survive.

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