#since when did raping a woman let alone a black woman

[cyarsk52-20]

'Beef' Stars Respond to David Choe Rape Controversy: 'We've Seen Him Put in the Work'

Denver Sean

After much controversy, the stars of Netflix’s hit show ‘Beef’ have responded to resurfaced criticism against cast member David Choe.

In recent days, a 2014 podcast interview resurfaced where he had joked about being the “successful rapist” of a Black woman during a massage.

via Variety:

On Friday, “Beef” creator Lee Sung Jin and executive producers and stars Steven Yeun and Ali Wong released a statement to Variety, calling Choe’s story “undeniably hurtful and extremely disturbing” but that he’s “put in the work to get the mental health support he needed.”

“The story David Choe fabricated nine years ago is undeniably hurtful and extremely disturbing. We do not condone this story in any way, and we understand why this has been so upsetting and triggering. We’re aware David has apologized in the past for making up this horrific story, and we’ve seen him put in the work to get the mental health support he needed over the last decade to better himself and learn from his mistakes,” they said.

In resurfaced clips of the 2014 “DVDASA” podcast episode, Choe told co-host Asa Akira a sexually explicit story about a massage he received from a massage therapist he calls Rose. “I’m getting turned on just telling this story,” he said in the footage. “I just take her hand and I put it on my dick. She just holds it there.”

Choe detailed numerous sexual acts and ended the story by saying, “The thrill of possibly going to jail, that’s what achieved the erection quest.” Akira replied, “Ew, you’re basically telling us that you’re a rapist now, and that the only way to get your dick really hard is rape.” Choe responded, “Yeah,” then answered other guests’ questions about Rose’s appearance. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys?” Akira asked. “Who cares what she looks like? Dave is telling us he’s a rapist.” He joked in response, “A successful rapist.”

Choe originally responded to the backlash in 2014, denying he was a rapist in a statement and saying that the podcast was “a complete extension of his art” as a storyteller.

“I never thought I’d wake up one late afternoon and hear myself called a rapist. It sucks. Especially because I am not one. I am not a rapist. I hate rapists, I think rapists should be raped and murdered,” he said at the time. “I am an artist and a storyteller and I view my show ‘DVDASA’ as a complete extension of my art. If I am guilty of anything, it’s bad storytelling in the style of douche. Just like many of my paintings are often misinterpreted, the same goes with my show. The main objective of all of my podcasts is to challenge and provoke my friends and the co-stars on the show. We fuck with each other, entertain ourselves and laugh at each other. It’s a dark, tasteless, completely irreverent show where we fuck with everyone listening, but mostly ourselves. We create stories and tell tales. It’s not a news show. It’s not a representation of my reality. It’s not the place to come for reliable information about me or my life. It’s my version of reality, it’s art that sometimes offends people. I’m sorry if anyone believed that the stories were fact. They were not! In a world full of horrible people, thank god for us.”

He doubled down on the apology and posted a statement in 2017, writing “I have zero history of sexual assault. I am deeply sorry for any hurt I’ve brought to anyone through my past words.” He also revealed he had went through three years of recovery and rehabilitation.

Clips of the “DVDASA” podcast resurfaced on Twitter last week, but some of them were removed with Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA) notices that were filed seemingly by Choe himself under the David Young Choe Foundation. The DMCA notices called the Twitter videos “copyright infringing media” and asked for their “immediate” removal.

“Beef” released on Netflix on April 6, after which it rose to No. 2 on Netflix’s Top 10 list of English-language shows. In its second week of release, it received over 70 million hours viewed. Opposite Yeun and Wong, Choe plays Isaac, the older, frequently-incarcerated cousin of Yeun’s character Danny. Choe, who is a painter and artist, supplied the artwork for nine episodes’ title cards.

This statement smell like PR cover — and we’re not buying it.

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Not-Black POC perpetuate and benefit from anti-Blackness,

Are NOT the natural allies of Black people and CANNOT be trusted to do the right thing regarding Black people without prompting FROM Black people.

Only rapists think it's OK to "joke" about violating the bodily autonomy of someone else, and David Choe went so far as to describe this Black woman's looks IN DETAIL,

So Ali Wong and Steven Yeun are sticking beside David Choe, covering for a rapist,

Cause ANYTHING for Asian media representation.

They coulda kept this li'l statement, cause it just added insult to injury.

As for the show, I’m not watching.

Asians you must do better and condemn the antiblackness in your community

[maddyguru]

Your coworker, Kaneki, is walking you, a human, home from work from the cafe when suddenly you're dragged into an alley to be used by Kaneki and Uta

Tw: shironeki, sadism, dark content, non con, loss of virginity, gang r*p*, traumatising, mentions of blood, all characters and reader are 18+, MINORS AND ANTIS DO NOT INTERACT

You shyly nod when Kaneki told you about tomorrow's work load, looking down at your feet in hopes he wouldn't notice your blush. The sky was long gone to this state where it was pitch black with no stars as you're nearing midnight-back from your night shift.

You didn't refuse when Kaneki, the gentleman he was, offered to walk you home- it's your first night shift and getting home alone wasn't ideal for a woman, you thought. When he insisted on walking you, you were actually happy from the bottom of your heart. How could you not? Kaneki is your crush ever since you started working a week ago.

It didn't help that you're always fantasising about him- being the helpless virgin that you are, that's all that you could do.

It took you by surprise- the yanking from behind. Suddenly you're on the floor and Kaneki is above you with someone...

Is that Uta? If you remember correctly, that was Uta the regular customer from a few hours ago. You were shocked.

He was...smirking.

"you did a good job at baiting her."

"a desperate bitch like her wouldn't say no."

Kaneki's replies were everything you need to know.

You're not an idiot. But somehow, you felt so fucking stupid about believing a man you barely know to walk you home. A co worker? It didn't matter. He's still a man. Two men? Her brain could figure it out- that they're going to rape her.

"please... Don't... Don't rape me..!" You sobbed, crying even harder and flinching when Kaneki squatted down to your level and looked at you, staring so hard you were afraid of his shadow.

"but that's why we brought you here, dummy."

Your screams were ignored. No one is here. You were pushed to the ground and you hear their laughs and your pained cries as they tore every piece of garments you wear. You were half naked with hands in Kaneki's, and Uta unbuckling his belt.

It was a brutal scene; Uta barely reconsidered about his actions when he jammed his cock inside your gummy, tight, virgin insides.

The minute he pushed his cock inside you, his eyes turned into a devilish red and black. He's a ghoul. And that scared you more.

"Your virgin blood is making me hornier. How does it feel? To be a woman now?" He panted, thrusting inside you without a care in the world with Kaneki holding your hands and shutting you up.

"do you see how pathetic she is?"

"she is always pathetic."

"fuck, should've been me. But it's your idea so I'll let it slide Uta san."

"she feels tight. I'm sure she'll be tight still after this."

When he came inside, Kaneki didn't waste any minute- his dick was inside you immediately. You let out a gentle sob when Kaneki, with his one eye, turned into an ugly red. His grip on your boobs as he was fucking you couldn't stop yourself from crying, still.

Their lust took over as you were used and abused in a way you never dreamed of happening to anyone. Your pussy hurt, your back hurts and everything just fucking hurts as they continued. This is the worst pain in your life."

"fuck, that was amazing." Uta quietly, tucked himself while laughing.

"next time, don't believe any man, y/n. How stupid could you be?"

They left you there, shattered by their actions. Kaneki was right; how could he trust any man?

[emotionalcadaver]

WIP Whenever

Sorry I’m a day late!

Tagging @areyenotfondofmelobster, @glitter-and-gasoline, @confidentandgood, @roofgeese, @detectivelokis, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @poisonedtruth, and anyone else interested!

Of Petals & Blood Chapter 2: Homesick 

(Elias Grodin x OC)

Warnings for mention of sexual assault.

She couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning in her bunk, until she finally rolled onto her back to watch the tent flutter with the wind. An anxious pit had opened up inside of her stomach, leaving her feeling shaky and raw. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. But her spinning mind wouldn’t let her. 

This was why she should never be left alone with her own thoughts. 

Homesickness had opened up a pit of sadness in her chest. The longing for her own soft bed, the smell of fresh picked flowers in a vase in the kitchen, or her mother’s soft, soothing humming as she cleaned. What she wouldn’t give for a few hours, a few minutes to just enjoy the comforts of home. 

It wasn’t just the homesickness keeping her awake. There had been an uptick in attacks in the nurses’ quarters over the past few weeks. Every few nights, a woman would get snatched from her bed, dragged away into the thick foliage of the jungle surrounding them to be raped. Most of the time, they let the woman go afterwards, but once, a nurse’s body had been discovered by soldiers the next day, throat cut from ear to ear, leaves piled on top of her in a sad attempt to hide the body.

Their superiors had still not found the ones responsible. 

It was hard not to let bitterness consume her. Here they were, volunteers, coming to help these men in their suffering, save their lives and in many cases literally piece them back together, and this was how they repaid them. With violence and rape. Catcalls and harassment. Unable to sleep out of fear that they would become the next target to get dragged away into the dark abyss of the jungle.

How to Make a Monster Chapter 4: Understanding

(Jonathan Crane x OC)

Vanessa was bent over the desk, leaning in so close to the brain that they were dissecting that Jonathan was growing nervous that her nose was going to bump into it. Pencil twirling between her fingers, she continued to work on the required sketches that they needed of their work. Generally they had figured out that it was better if she did the majority of the drawings while he did the lab notes. Smart as he was, even Jonathan had to admit that he was hopeless when it came to any sort of artistic endeavors. He probably wouldn’t be able to draw even a simple stick figure if his life depended on it. 

Eyes scanning over the classroom, he blinked, cheeks twitching as he suppressed a smile. Some fool and his partner on the other side of the room had managed to slice their brain up the wrong way, and were attempting to…squish it back together. Seriously. How did these people get into medical school? Probably had some rich family member to help bribe their way in. 

He elbowed Vanessa lightly to get her attention. Glancing upwards, she pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen free from her bun. Following his gaze to the struggling students across from them, she pressed her fist to her mouth in an attempt to hide her smirk while he openly snickered.

They wrapped up their lab early, as was their routine. Vanessa was shoving her books hastily into her bag. Jonathan was already packed, but hovered by the desk, patiently waiting for her as he had every day since they’d begun studying together outside of class.

His growing fondness for the little raven-haired woman was as much of a surprise to him as it probably was to everyone else. But Vanessa was nice. And smart. He enjoyed her company. And with her striking fair skin, dark eyes and hair, and face full of freckles, she really was very, very pretty. 

Not that he had noticed, or anything. 

[shadowycreatormentality]

Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 6: The Moon Will Sing

“I shine only with the line you gave me.”

The second years, Hideyo and Yue are sent to another case, a murder house in Tokyo of a pregnant lady who was raped and murdered. The two are sent there to exorcise the curse that infested the place. When they got to the place, tension between the two was apparent. Neither one said a word. They just listened on as their auxiliary manager explained the situation to the both of them.

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“So uh… besides the door still being locked, that’s it,” Araki said as she took back the tablet from Yue’s hand and rapidly went inside her car to leave the two alone.

“You take the living room, I take the kitchen,” Hideyo whispered in Yue’s ear before they walked into the house while summoning a crowbar from their shadows to pry open the door.

“Since when did you have a crowbar-” And as Yue finished her words, Hideyo opened the door.

“I have a lot of shit in my shadows. Any more questions?” Hideyo asked in a passive-aggressive manner while turning around to face Yue; this was the final straw for her.

“Alright then, since we’re here. Why did you go to Tokyo when we had plans? What is SO important that you coincidentally always ditch me?!” Yue shouted at Hideyo angrily. ‘Do they hate me? Why is it always when we plan on hanging out?’

Silence fills the area as neither Hideyo nor Yue says a word. “Yue… you don’t understand. It’s for something important.” 

“What do I don’t understand? Tell me, if you’re oh so knowing. TELL ME WHAT I AM MISSING!” Yue shouted angrily, then cursed energy began to gather at her hands. Hideyo notices this and quickly apprehends Yue.

“I can’t tell you, Yue. I have orders to stay silent about it. I’m sorry.” Hideyo whispers gently in her ears as they hold her shoulders down against the house wall. Yue is still writhing to get out of Hideyo’s hold, but they are too strong for her.

A few minutes passed, and Yue finally stopped fighting Hideyo’s hold. She breathes heavily as she caresses Hideyo’s bicep in a form of apology, only for them to flinch back.

Yue muttered a quick apology, to which Hideyo only nodded at. “Let’s get this mission done first.”

Yue agreed with the statement and fixed herself before heading into the house. Hideyo followed suit but not before looking back at the staring crow that perched in the nearby tree. ‘I know your games Mei-san, don’t you fucking dare bring Yue in them.’

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The house is dark and dusty; cobwebs and rats are crawling on the floor. Yue glanced around in disgust as Hideyo looked around for a trace of the curse. They saw a trail of cursed energy around the living room or what remained.

‘Yue, cover me while I check it out.” Hideyo gestured to Yue as they used the shadows to move from the front door to the decrepit couch. Behind the couch is a woman-like figure curled up and crying. It whispered, “Please leave, I beg you.”

Before Hideyo could respond, they are choked and pinned to the floor.

“HIDEYO!!” Yue cried out before sending white crescent moon-shaped blades aimed at the arms of the curse.

The curse, whose arms are now pinned to the wall, begins to snarl and growl in Yue’s general direction.

Yue made a beeline to Hideyo to check their condition, “You okay?” she asked as she helped them up. 

“I’m fine, look who put our training to use.” Hideyo teased as they ruffled Yue’s hair, to her displeasure. 

Yue felt butterflies in her stomach and something trying to escape her throat. Yue begins to cough and hack at her throat. “Excuse *cough* me, I’ll go outside for a *cough* bit.” “Go cough, gurl. I’ll handle the curse from here.” Hideyo reassured Yue, which finally made her head out of the house. But not before Hideyo got called out for using a gossip girl reference. 

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When Yue headed out, she keeled over, coughing up thin and bloody pink petals. Seeing this, she quickly dialled the number of the school doctor, Shoko Ieri.

The call is responded to, though Shoko was groaning into the phone. “It’s too early for this shit. What do you want, Yue-san?”

“Ieri-san, I’m *cough* coughing up flower petals-” “Fucking hell, I’m getting Ijichi-san to pick you up. For now, channel some cursed energy into your lung area. That’ll help for a while, but get here quickly.” 

A few minutes later, a black car pulled up in front of the one Yue and Hideyo used to get to the house. Kyotaka came out and hurriedly informed Araki of the situation and then escorted Yue to the car.

The car ride was tense but silent, aside from Yue coughing lightly here and there. But after half an hour, they finally reached the destination of Shoko’s office. Yue quickly sat on the bench as Shoko examined the flower petals drenched in blood. “Yue-san, you have the Hanahaki curse.” Shoko grimly stated

Yue looked confused but was quickly informed about the curse while getting treated by Shoko. The Hanahaki curse is a newly formed curse that originated from the fear of the story trope of Hanahaki. Since it’s a newer phenomenon, not much is known about it. Only two options are currently available. You can die with your feelings still intact, or you can get the flowers surgically removed in a procedure that’s already dangerous and also lose your emotions. However, the reverse cursed technique can mitigate the effects temporarily.

Shoko looked at the young sorcerer in her sparkly onyx eyes. Such innocence fated to suffer such a painful condition. But she has an idea. “How about this? You come here once a month to get treated by me. Does that sound good?” ‘Please say yes, Please say yes.’ The doctor thought to herself.

Yue nodded cheerfully, “Yeah, that sounds like a plan!”

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Hideyo stepped out of the house to see Araki at the phone with a serious look on her face.

“Where’s Yue?” Hideyo asked while walking up to the manager

“Oh, she went to see Shoko-san. She has something called Hanahaki, I think.”“... Wait, like the fanfiction trope?” “Do I look like I know Hideyo-san?"

[kumikeroppi]

So… I tried to make a whump fic and let’s just say… I don’t think I want to continue this fic after having bad flashbacks…

CW // sexual harassment, kidnapping, implied rape, use of word “sl4ve”

Fic below! ⬇️

It was 7:15pm. Y/N has been standing at the bus stop for 20 minutes now, waiting for Jonghyun to arrive. Her guts felt like something was eerily wrong, but scared to spot it out. She wanted to call him, but he had texted her multiple times that he was on his way. That did gave her a glimmer of hope, but that will all end when an unfamiliar car pulls over to the other side of the road.

At first, it didn’t seem like anything — until they saw people with black masks hiding their faces charging towards her and picking her up to the back seat of their car. She screamed for help, but sadly it was to no avail.

She was drove miles away from her original spot, and they confiscated her phone. They held her down the whole entire trip and stripped her from her clothes in case she had something to alert anyone of her kidnapping.

Finally, she was thrown out of the car in an abandoned house. They took Y/N inside where she was met with a tied up Jonghyun. His eyes widen as he sees his love of his life taken by those horrible people who had threatened to do immoral acts to the young woman with him present. He never wanted to see Y/N in pain since it would be his biggest fear.

Of course, they really wanted to torture Jonghyun, so they played with the hem of her skirt by twisting and teasing — making him uncomfortable knowing that Y/N was.

“Stop that! Leave her alone!” Jonghyun shouted at them with tears in his eyes. He really didn’t want to see what they were capable of, so he would look the other way and hope it would end. Unfortunate for him, one guy twisted his head back to Y/N and the twisting turned into a little tease up her skirt. Seeing the horror in her eyes, she begged them to stop whilst Jonghyun also did the same.

Sadly, it had only made the situation even worse and they had started to reveal the panties underneath. At this point, Jonghyun was even willing to be used as sacrifice so Y/N doesn’t have to deal with it. Heck, he didn’t hesitate to mention that he used to work at an adult entertainment company and knows exactly what he was on about. Even with all his efforts, they still had a fascination with Y/N’s body, flashing her in the process.

“I don’t care what you do, just let my boyfriend go!” She cried. They looked towards him with a smirk on their faces and began to formulate a plan. They saw her horrified face and loud laughter began to fill the room.

“Girlie, of course we will let your boyfriend go!” One of them that was holding her spoke in her ear with a slight pause to reveal her gentle smile. “But! You must do something for us, but your boyfriend must be here the whole time.”

“Wait… what do you mean…?” Y/N anxiously looked towards Jonghyun in which one person blocked her view to answer her question.

“You will have to be our slave, Girlie.” Their sinister whisper sent shivers down her spine. She tried to calm herself down, but her heartbeat almost felt like she was having a heart attack. She looks down at her already pulled down panties and the guys slowly unzipping their pants.

She immediately knew what was going to happen — and her horrified face was the last thing he saw until he fainted in fear.

[navree]

I think if they are going to make an Aegon a full on rapist they should do the Brothel Queen(s) so that the Black's image can suffer a similar blow because let's be real, people are already justifying B&C so there's no way they are going to be viewed as bad people. I feel sorry for Alicent obviously because I love her a lot and honestly I will cry if the BQ end up happening because she really can't catch a break (and I would also feel terrible about Helaena because she did nothing wrong, but it just makes no sense for her to be made to suffer it too).

But who am I going to lie to, they'll probably manage it terribly like they've done Alicent's rapes to date and they'll still find a way to make Alicent love Rhaenyra which makes no fucking sense

I think I've been open about my not wanting the Brothel Queens to happen, and honestly that's not going to change. It's a personal thing mostly, I genuinely don't care if it's a good narrative choice or if it would balance out bad portrayals and offer a more grey view of Team Black; any positives I might potentially feel about it are going to be washed away a million times over by how sick the whole thing makes me. I have no, none, zip, zilch, zero interest in watching scenes of two women imprisoned into literally sex slavery and forcibly raped for days on end in any situation, especially when those women are a) characters I like who're already going to be going through some heavy traumas and b) are 1) a woman who was a victim of marital rape since age sixteen and 2) a woman who's had a full psychological breakdown and is completely incapable of taking care of herself in any way let alone performing in a sexual situation. This could be the most well crafted storytelling with the most profound message and the utmost narrative consequences and I won't care, I do not want to see it and I will never want to see it and I get bile in my mouth even thinking of the fact that Mushroom even thought about making it up (which I'm gonna be honest, I'm firmly in the camp that he 100% did) because he found it hot.

And honestly, I don't think it'd be good storytelling, I think it would be really cheap. This show's parent series was notorious for using rape and sexual violence for titillation and shock value, something that HOTD has really shied away from (there's one on screen rape to the best of my recollection, Alicent's, and I actually didn't mind how they handled that in the show, starting it with the shot of Alicent's ruined fingers on the bed as she starts doing her nervous picking and then makes herself stop was incredibly haunting, it's the fandom's reaction to that scene that's insufferable), and going back to it is just gonna feel lazy and unoriginal to me, and more like the writers going "look how awful this is! aren't we so edgy and groundbreaking! aren't you shocked!" over and over. It'd just feel lazy to me.

The thing is, Team Black fans are going to justify anything their faves do, and that would likely include the Brothel Queens storyline, likely under the guise of Alicent deserving it or it being a just punishment for calling Rhaenyra's kids bastards. And listen, no shade, Aemond's gonna be committing war crimes right and left in the Riverlands and I'll be there in my full "you're doing amazing sweetie dot jpeg" era, I get it. But anyone who isn't a full stan, any casual watchers or anyone who's on the fence or just watching the show for the Hell of it, even them Burlington Bar folks, they're going to see the Blood and Cheese scene (provided it stays book loyal in its entirety and doesn't cut away from anything, which I'm hopeful for) for the horror that it is, and for the stain on Team Black that it is. We don't need gratuitous and graphic sexual violence to hammer the point home, especially when Rhaenyra's rule over King's Landing is already filled with a bunch of butchery that made the people turn on her and her family, and even more especially when we know what'll happen to Helaena eventually.

Listen, at the end of the day, you can give me any excuse in the world, that it'll make people realize Team Black are not morally superior, it'll make Team Green more sympathetic, it'll be good drama, it'll be a good storyline, it'll be a compelling narrative, it'll be profound, God himself could descend from the Heavens and tell me that he's ordained that if we get a Brothel Queens scene the entire viewing public will become fanatical Greens supporters, and it will not ever change the fact that I do not want this storyline to happen. Ever.

[sabineelectricheart]

A Doctor’s Concerns

Summary: Olympia is not taking care properly of her health. Kuroba is not letting that stand.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1200

Notes: Just something cute ahead of 2022/23 winter. I hope you enjoy.

The early Winter moon was high in the sky by the time the doctor emerged into the surface, almost crawling, as if the place was completely equal to its namesake. Finally, things had quieted down at the free clinic he ran on his childhood quarter, and he could not help but think that, while he took that job to work less, it seems like he is working more.

Kuroba was almost constantly working, picking up examination results, pills from Yosuga or attending to consultations, stopping to speak to a few of his more assiduous patients to catch up about their families and mutual friends. It was now over twelve hours of labour later and he could finally see the white door to the tiny yellow cottage where they lived together.

As soon as the plaque on the front door turned from “Closed” to “Open” at nine o’clock earlier that morning, men, women and children passed through his clinic for treatment, shots or prescription filling. Kuroba had not had a single minute of rest, being unable to even have lunch, lest of all exchange more than five words with Byakuya when she stopped by on her delivery routes.

It could not be helped. It is hard to fill that position, since it pays much less than the hospital and it has the downside of having to work in an undesirable neighbourhood, and they have been short-handed for months, now. The man of the Black took the job also because there was no-one else willing and he did not want to have the clinic they fought so hard to establish close for staffing issues, but since the night doctor left, he is alone treating all of Yomi.

Yet, while it might be self-absorbed of him, but he is disappointed about the fact that it was starting to eat up on his private time with his girlfriend, and it just cannot stand.

After the whole unpleasantness with Nagusa of the Jade, after he entered in a committed relationship with the Maiden of the White, he made sure the Kotowari, and later his patients in Yomi, that he would not be available after nine in the evening, unless it was truly a life-or-death situation. He told them it was for privacy reasons and to set boundaries, and while that was it partially, it was also so her and him could have some uninterrupted alone time, which, they understood, was providential to the sort of business they were compelled to finish.

In all actuality, though, the man feels a fresh wave of pure dread whenever he hints on remembering what had happened a few months prior. While it happened no penetration, his soulmate was essentially raped, and he did not trust his fellow man not to try it again. So, he preferred to have her where he can see her at all times. Barring that, at least overnight.

Kuroba gingerly opens the front door, appreciating the savoury smell of food in the air, before finally running his eyes over the one-room cottage looking for his girlfriend, finding her sitting on the ground by the firepit.

“Hey, Byakuya.” He murmurs, smirking and leaning to press a kiss to her lips.

The woman happily reciprocates it for a few moments until he pulls away, taking her hands in his.

She smiled brightly at him. “Hello, Kuroba. How was work today?”

 He looks surprised when he feels how cold her hands are, and looks down at them with a small frown, ignoring her question.

“Your hands are cold.” He stated, sternly.

The black-haired man wraps her hands in his, allowing the natural body heat from them to warm up her much colder hands.

“A very astute observation from you, Mr. Scientist.” The woman mocks, smiling at his faux offended expression.

He rests a hand over his heart. “I feel like you are teasing me.”

Olympia gasps, shaking her head and mocking him by placing her hand over her own heart. “No! I would never!”

“See? There you go again!” He accused, pulling her closer to his chest.

She shakes her head adamantly but she is unable to stop herself from smiling, giving herself away.

“Why you little…” Kuroba growls, face turning from amused to mischievous.

The Maiden of the White squeals, taking off towards the bed and around the small cottage. He chases after her, gaining on her quickly and catching her when he cornered her by the kitchen armoires. He scoops her up, surprised when he feels the lack of heat coming off her arms and midsection.

“Goodness gracious, Byakuya! You are freezing to death.” Kuroba turns her around, fixing her in place with his signature disappointed frown. “Why have you not got in bed and wrap yourself on some blankets?”

She avoids eye contact, shrugging. Suddenly the chipped and peeling wallpaper is very fascinating.

“Well, I knew you would arrive late, you were very busy and probably did not eat lunch, so I wanted to wait for fix you some dinner. I am very tired, and if I laid on the bed, then I…”

He scoffs, suddenly lifting his girlfriend up and startling her as he just as quickly drops her on the couch. He pulls the blanket off the back, tossing it at her so it hits her face.

“Hey!” Byakuya exclaims, ripping it off her head.

Kurboa ignores her protest, walking over in five large steps towards the chest on the foot of their bed. He returns just as she has situated the blanket on her lap, and dumps the pile of blankets he had collected next to her.

“Can’t take care of your own damn self…” He mutters, more than a little bit angry.

One by one, the doctor lays the blankets over her lap, then climbs onto the couch next to her and slides under them next to her, in half a mind to strip off his shirt and accelerate the heat exchange.

“I should just move you down to Yomi.” The man continues to mutter as he pulls her into his lap and snuggles her up under his chin. “That way I can keep an eye on you, and I will know that you are safe.”

She chuckles, shaking her head the best she can with the limited space. “I am perfectly safe on the surface, Kuroba. If I need you, I know where I can find you, and if I cannot, I can always reach out to Douma.”

He smiles to himself at her confidence in him but continues to chastise her anyways. “You are not safe if you get pneumonia or your fingers fall off… Why are you laughing? This is a serious possibility!”

The woman of the White reaches up, cupping his face with her now much warmer hands and make him look at her.

“Pneumonia would not dare to infect me.” Byakuya drops her voice, making the environment much more intimate. “Not when I got you around to take care of me.”

Kuroba lets out a sound not unlike a purr and crosses the distance between them to kiss her hard on the mouth, fully enveloping her in his warmth.

“Damn right.” He mutters back, tone determined.

*_*_*_*_*

Olympia Soirée Masterlist

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Hongjoong: Tame (Part 1)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 5k in this part. (Part 2, Part 3, Final Part)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking. Unprotected sex (pulling out), facesitting.

Other than Ateez, all other names are fictional.

"Where have you brought me?" you questioned, looking up at your uncle in pure detestation when he pushed you into a dark room and took off your blindfold.

"Change into that dress quickly," he replied, ignoring your question, pointing to a red dress lying on a chair. "It's time for me to make some good money." He smirked, giving you a look before leaving you alone in the dimly lit room.

You don't know why your uncle had brought you here. Your father recently went missing and now you were certain your uncle was behind it.

You rarely saw your father since you lived with your uncle and his family. Your mother passed away when you were a newborn and you have no siblings.

You glanced at the red dress your uncle told you to wear. It was quite short and had a deep V-neck. You sighed as you quickly wore the dress, looking into the dirty and damaged full-length mirror to see how it looked on you.

A woman dressed in a similar dress came inside the room. "I'm getting sold too," she said softly, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Sold? What do you mean?"

Before she could reply, two built men came into the room and grabbed you by the arms, forcefully dragging you out.

"Where are you taking me?!" you yelled, struggling to get your arms out of their strong grasp.

"Shut the fuck up if you don't want a bullet in your head," one the men said nonchalantly.

You could hear the familiar voice of your uncle and you assumed he was talking through a mic. You were thrown onto a stage, bright lights shining on you that blinded your vision.

Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you could see about a hundred people in the room, staring at you from head to toe.

"So who would like to buy this beauty?" your uncle yelled. All the men and even some of the women started yelling while raising their hands. You shivered, realizing that you were in some sort of human trafficking auction. Your eyes immediately teared up. How cruel could your uncle be? How cruel could all these people here be, selling humans like that?

You looked around, checking to see if there was any way to escape, but there were way too many guards, so you decided to go with the flow for now.

"We're starting from 50 million won," your uncle stated after the crowd calmed down.

You saw someone in the crowd raise a sign with their name and a number on it. "50 million!"

"70 million!"

"140 million!"

"250 million!"

"400 million!" a man yelled, causing everyone to keep quiet.

"400 million... going once, going—"

"500 million!" another man yelled. You could hear whispers all around you. You couldn't even believe how rich these people were, all their money obviously obtained through illegal means.

"500 million... Going once... going twice... sold!" your uncle said cheerfully and started clapping. "Congratulations, Mr. Byun! She's all yours!" 

-

Two of Mr. Byun's men took you away and made you sit in a black car while their boss made his payment. They were really handsome and dressed in suits. You were actually terrified, but you tried to act normal.

You saw a man with long hair and thick bushy eyebrows approach the car. He was wearing spectacles and had a thick moustache. He got into the car, looking at you as he sat beside you. You noticed that he had a gun in his pocket, making you wonder what exactly he does for a living, albeit you had a fair idea already.

"Start driving, Mingi," he said in a mellifluous voice to the red-haired man who was sitting in the driver's seat. Mingi nodded and started driving immediately while you kept quiet and looked outside the window, pondering about how you could escape.

"Take that shit off, hyung. It looks hideous on you," the other guy with blue hair said, grabbing your attention.

Mr. Byun took off his spectacles, fake moustache and eyebrows, and the wig. You didn't even realize that he was wearing a disguise before.

Your eyes widened when you saw him. His features were sharp and absolutely perfect. He looked like he was going to shoot for some fashion magazine. He seemed to be around your age; so did the other two guys.

You didn't realize that you were gawking at him until Mingi chuckled. "Someone is shocked." 

You blushed in embarrassment, instantly looking away.  You cleared your throat. "I was just wondering why Mr. Byun was wearing a disguise."

"Oh Byun is just a fake name he used," Mingi said. "His name is actually Hongjoong."

And that's when it hit you.

"Hongjoong? As in, Kim Hongjoong of Ateez?" you blurted out, making all the three men's eyes widen.

Hongjoong quickly reached under the car seat, pulling out handcuffs before swiftly handcuffing you. He took his tie off and used it as a blindfold for you.

-

Your hands were handcuffed to the armrest of a chair. You really hoped these guys weren't Ateez. But after seeing the other five men once they removed your blindfold, you knew it was really them: the eight most feared men in the crime world in the country.

You were so fucked; especially since you were in an interrogation room with an unconscious bleeding man in the corner.

"How do you know me? How do know Ateez?" Hongjoong asked coldly, a small hint of panic in his eyes. You regretted opening your mouth before.

You averted your gaze from the bleeding man. "I... overheard my uncle talk about you," you answered honestly.

"Hongjoong, let San take care of this," one of the taller guys with black curly hair said.

"No, Seonghwa, I've got this," Hongjoong said, his eyes not leaving you.

Seonghwa only rolled his eyes. "San."

Another guy with pink hair nodded before approaching you. Hongjoong sighed in frustration before moving to the side, letting San replace him. You could easily tell that Hongjoong had a short temper.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions so please cooperate," San said with a sweet smile, letting his dimples show. You would've melted for that smile if you didn't know that he was extremely dangerous. "So tell me, what is your name?"

"Kiah... Moon Kiah," you replied. 

"How old are you?"

"I'm 21."

"Who is your uncle who told you about us?"

You took a deep breath, already exhausting from the questioning. "Moon Younghyun." All the eight men look surprised.

"Your uncle sold you, his own niece, at a human auction?" Seonghwa asked with a frown and you nodded in response.

"That bastard," Mingi growled, surprising you. Why was he pissed about that? 

"What did your uncle tell you about us, Kiah?" San questioned.

You bit your lip nervously. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" San asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Cause you'll shoot me or rape me to death due to how offensive it is," you mumbled. "And honestly, I'd rather not die that way." The boys were shocked at your sudden boldness, not expecting you to say that at all. Half of them looked offended.

"Excuse me, woman, we're not rapists," the guy with purple hair said, clearly offended.

You raised an eyebrow. "That's not what I heard." You were wondering where your sudden confidence came from when these men could literally kill you in a fraction of a second.

"Well, then what did you hear?" San asked. "Tell us and we'll honestly tell you what's true and what's not." You contemplated that; you had nothing to lose anyway if they choose to kill you.

"I heard that Ateez is a mafia gang engaged in mostly human trafficking, drug deals, raping and murdering innocent people."

The guy with light brown hair, who looked like a Greek God, cleared his throat. "Out of everything you said, only the drug deals were true."

You snorted. "And why would I believe you?"

"Well, why would you believe your uncle who just sold you?" he retorted.

"But you guys fucking bought me at a human auction!"

"Would you rather be bought by someone else who would actually treat you like a fucking sex slave?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You kept quiet at that. "Believe me, Kiah, that's what the people there were for. They were all looking for sex slaves."

"Yeosang's right," San stated. "You should be grateful that we saved your life."

"What were you guys doing there then?" you questioned. "If you claim that you don't do all that, then why were you there in the first place?"

"Your uncle is our enemy. We had to see what he was up to," Yunho answered.

"Then why did you buy me?"

"You ask way too many questions," Hongjoong snapped in an annoyed tone, trying not to lose his temper completely.

"Joong, chill," Seonghwa said, making Hongjoong roll his eyes.

Mingi moved to stand in front of you. "I was the one who begged Hongjoong to adopt you," he said with a smile.

"Terrible decision," Hongjoong muttered under his breath.

You snorted. "Adopt?"

Mingi shrugged. "I don't like the word 'bought' so we're just going to say that."

You smiled a little at his words. "All right, Mingi, care to explain why you... adopted me?"

Mingi grinned. "Well, I've seen you a couple of times near your university’s hospital," he stated, making the guys look at him in surprise; they didn't know Mingi knew your face before. "And besides, you're beautiful. It would be such a waste if you were sold as a sex slave when you're so talented." Hongjoong gives Mingi a look that didn't go unnoticed by you.

You chuckled. "What makes you think I'm talented?"

"I've done my research," he said. "You're the only nursing student intern who is allowed to watch surgeries and help in minor ones."

"No wonder you wanted to adopt her," Yunho remarked.

You heard a groan behind you, coming from the bleeding man who just gained consciousness. You felt really bad for him.

"Don't worry about him," Yeosang said, noticing the concern in your eyes. "He deserved it."

"Why?" you murmured. "What did he do?"

"You wouldn't want to know," Seonghwa laughed before turning to one of the guys. "Remove the handcuffs, Jongho."

Jongho nodded and unlocked the handcuffs around your wrists with a key. You stretched your arms out in front of you, feeling a little free now.

"All right, I can go home..." you trailed off, realizing that you didn't have a home anymore. Your uncle would definitely sell you again if you went back there. Looks like you would have to crash at a friend's place.

"I'm afraid we can't let you go," Hongjoong stated.

Your eyes widened. "You're keeping me hostage?!"

"You know too much about us," San said with a small smile. "We're sorry."

You scoffed, getting up from the chair. "I refuse to be a fucking prisoner here in your dungeon!"

"Holy fuck, you're so tiny!" Yunho said in awe, stepping forward to tower over you. "I think I'm a foot taller than you! How cute!" he squealed. Was this guy really in the Mafia?

Before you could respond, Yunho lifted you up like a baby. "I'm gonna show you the house."

He carried you out of the interrogation room and up a flight of stairs until you reached a living room that could easily fit more than three hundred people. Your eyes widened at the sight of it; surely this was a joke, right?

You were in a luxurious mansion.

You glanced around in awe, noticing how one side of the living room had floor to ceiling windows, complemented with maroon and gold curtains. There was a large open-kitchen right next to the living room, and a wooden staircase on the other side where pictures adorned the wall. You wondered how many rooms were in this mansion and what the exterior looked like.

Yunho set you down on your feet. "You're free to move around the house, Kiah. We aren't going to lock you up," he said, chuckling at your stunned reaction.

"How many rooms does this place have?" you questioned while walking around the living room.

Wooyoung plopped himself on one of the sofas. "There's nine bedrooms, ten bathrooms, and six other rooms for different purposes."

"The guest room is still under renovation, so you will be sleeping in Hongjoong's room for the time being," Mingi informed. 

"What?!" You and Hongjoong yelled in unison.

"Not the bad temper guy of all people!" you whined, making all the guys except Hongjoong laugh. "Can't I sleep in your room instead?"

"You could," Mingi laughed. "But then my girlfriend would have my head."

"There's a woman in this house? Thank fucking goodness!" you sighed in relief.

Jongho chuckled. "There's three, actually. Well, now four."

"Where are they?" you questioned.

"Seonghwa's girl is on a mission so you'll see her next week," San replied. "I don't know where Mingi's girl is, and my girl is—"

"Hi!" you heard someone yell before running and pulling you into a tight hug. She pulled away and gave you a bright smile; you liked her already. "I'm Jiwoo!"

San chuckled at his girlfriend's actions before moving to wrap his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead, making her smile. They were so cute! "This is my girlfriend, Jiwoo. Babe, this is Kiah."

"San and Jiwoo are the hyper couple here," Yunho stated. "They're both just so full of energy."

"We're going to be great friends, I'm sure of it!" Jiwoo said, making you smile.

Maybe living here wasn't going to be so bad after all.

-

Hongjoong's bedroom was huge. The walls were a penny brown and most of the decor was white and beige. There was a large TV right in front of the king sized bed. There was also a small flight of stairs leading down to a Jacuzzi that could fit six people in it.

You realized that you didn't have any clothes except for the red dress you were wearing right now. You didn't even have a phone anymore.

You heard footsteps behind you, making you turn to the source. A shirtless Hongjoong walked past you to the wardrobe, stripping until he was left only in his Calvin Klein hip briefs. You couldn't help but stare as he picked out some clothes to sleep in. You absentmindedly bit your lip when he wore his grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You quietly left the bathroom after washing your face, hoping he didn't notice you staring.

After several seconds, Hongjoong came into the bedroom, stretching his hands above his head. "You're gonna sleep in that?" he asked. 

You rolled your eyes. "I don't have anything else to sleep in."

Hongjoong sighed before heading back to the wardrobe, coming back with a plain white t-shirt. He tossed it to you and you went to the bathroom to change. His t-shirt smelled so pleasant, you couldn't stop inhaling the scent.

When you went back to the bedroom, Hongjoong was in deep thought. "You know," he started, looking at you from head to toe, secretly loving the way his t-shirt looked on your small form. "I just realized that you didn't really protest to live here."

You sat on his springy bed. "Well, I don't have anywhere else to go."

He scoffed. "Or maybe you just want to live here."

"I used to live with my uncle. If I had my own place, I wouldn't even spend a second here," you deadpanned.

"So you've never worked?" he asked. "Not even a part time job?"

"Do you think medical students have time for that?" you retorted.

"Whatever," he mumbled. "Looks like you'll get along with Yeosang and Seonghwa."

"What makes you think that?"

"They're Ateez's doctors,"  he stated. "Well, Yeosang mainly works as our hacker, but he's almost as skilled as Seonghwa.

There was some silence for a while until you spoke, "Are we even in Seoul right now?"

"We're at the outskirts," Hongjoong answered. "Gwanak-san, to be precise."

"Ah, near my university!" you said happily. "Actually, you know what?"

"What?"

"I can stay with a friend," you said. "He has an apartment right beside my university."

Hongjoong chuckled, but he clearly wasn't amused at all. "I'm afraid that's not possible, love." Your heart skipped a beat at the way he said 'love' but you ignored it.

You frowned. "Why not?"

"Well, you already know too much about us," he stated. "Besides, you've already entered the Mafia world. There's no going back."

Your blood boiled. "I don't give a fuck, Hongjoong. I didn't ask you to buy me and pull me into your stupid Mafia world!" your voice was rising. 

Hongjoong got annoyed at the way you raised your voice at him. "For your information, you got pulled into this world the second your uncle got involved in it! You lived with someone who's in the fucking Mafia!"

"At least my life was normal!" you retorted.

"You know what? Fine!" Hongjoong raised his voice, scaring you a little. "I'll personally drop you at your fucking uncle's house tomorrow, okay?!"

"You don't get to decide that and I'm not going back to that monster!"

"Then shut the fuck up and appreciate the shelter you've been given here goddammit!" Hongjoong runs a hand through his hair in frustration. You just keep quiet, looking away while your eyes filled with tears.

"Why the fuck did I even agree to buy a brat like you?" he murmured, but you heard him.

"Fuck yourself," you whispered.

In a flash, you were on your back, Hongjoong hovering above you.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! You make me want to punish you so fucking bad," Hongjoong growled. Your heart was racing at how close he was.

"Get the fuck off me," you said, avoiding eye contact.

He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "You piss me off so much, Moon Kiah."

You controlled the urge to roll your eyes. "Well, then tame your damn temper, Kim Hongjoong."

"Tame your attitude first, love," he chuckled bitterly before getting off of you. He lied on his back, looking up at the ceiling of his room. He clapped twice and the lights turn off, making the room pitch-black.

You bit your lip, wondering what to do. You couldn't stay here; you didn't even want to. You weren't meant for the Mafia world— you decided to get into the medical field so that you could save lives, not take them away.

You wanted to run away right now, even though it was half past midnight. But you needed a plan since you don't exactly know where you are were.

"I just realized," Hongjoong starts, smirking in the dark. "You haven't protested to sleeping on the same bed as me."

You snorted. "Why would I?"

"That's what girls usually do, don't they? And the guy will offer to take the couch instead of her."

"Well, I'm not like other girls," you stated. "I'd rather sleep on a bed than a couch outside, and I'm sure you'd prefer that as well. Besides, this is a king-sized bed. There's plenty of room for both of us. In fact, there's extra space cause you're tiny."

Hongjoong snorted. "Excuse me, I'm not tiny."

"You are."

"I'm more than half a foot taller than you, Kiah."

You shrugged. "Doesn't matter, tiny boy. You're still tinier than the other seven boys."

"But I lead them," Hongjoong said proudly with a smirk that you obviously couldn't see.

"What do you mean?" you questioned without thinking.

"Think, love," he answered.

You gave it a thought before your eyes widened in realization. "You're a... Mafia King."

He chuckled. "We actually use the term 'boss' but I like that," he said, pulling the blanket over your bodies.

"So the other seven boys follow your orders," it wasn't a question. You actually thought Seonghwa was the boss.

"Yup."

"I pity them," you murmured, but he heard you.

He scoffed. "You will be following my orders too," he said. "That's if we decide to make you one of us."

"Yeah... no, that's never gonna happen," you remarked. "I want to save lives, not take them away."

"Actually, you would want to take these lives away if you knew what these people do," he said, lying on his side to face you. "Ateez doesn't kill innocent people." You felt a little relieved at that; at least you knew you wouldn't die by a gunshot or something.

"And what do those people do that makes you want to kill them?" you questioned, turning onto your side as well so that you were facing him.

He snorted. "Do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't."

"We usually kill rapists and human traffickers. These people mostly target women and children. They kidnap children, rape them, and then sell their organs within the country or internationally. The women are usually sold as sex slaves or kept in prostitution centers. Some mafia gangs own strip clubs where their strippers get assaulted or raped by customers and they do nothing about it."

"Your uncle used to run a fake orphanage," Hongjoong continues. "I came across that place when I was fifteen years old and found out that they were keeping those kids there to sell their organs. I told my parents about it and we bombed that place after rescuing those children, and put them in an actual proper orphanage. Two boys who were just a year younger than me had escaped from the orphanage. They ran after my parents just to thank them for saving their lives. My parents saw a lot of potential in the two boys and decided to take them in. That's how Yeosang and Wooyoung became a part of my family."

The story really broke your heart; you couldn't even imagine what those two had to go through when they were just in their early teens. You were curious about the other six boys' stories too. You wanted to ask Hongjoong about it, but now didn't seem like the right time.

-

You don't really know how and when you fell asleep after hearing all those disturbing things, but somehow you did.

And when you woke up, you were in Hongjoong's arms.

You tried to escape from him, but his hold around you was too strong. You gave up on trying and chose to admire his beautiful face instead.

You had to admit, Hongjoong was extremely handsome. You've never seen anyone look this good while they're asleep. He looked so soft and angelic, you found it hard to believe that he was in the mafia, let alone a mafia boss.

You heard a knock on the bedroom door before the door opened, revealing San and Jiwoo.

"Hi!" Jiwoo greeted. "Good morning!" You wondered how she had so much energy in the morning.

"I see you've slept well," San commented with a smirk while gesturing at Hongjoong's arms around you.

You blushed. "Help me." San easily lifted Hongjoong's arm off of you.

"He sleeps like he's in coma," San said, making you chuckle while you stretched your arms.

"We're going shopping today," Jiwoo said to you. "You need clothes."

"I don't have any money, Jiwoo," you said.

She snorted. "You don't have to worry about that, we're paying for you."

You opened your mouth to protest, but San interrupted you. "We don't have any plans of letting you go, Kiah. Think of it as a gift for joining us." You just nodded in response even though you wanted to disagree. You weren't going to join a mafia gang; that was the last thing you wanted to do.

You had to escape.

-

You had just come back from shopping with Jiwoo, exhausted from walking around the mall; you were pretty sure that she made you spend more than ten million won.

"So Kiah," Yeosang starts, sitting on the sofa beside Mingi and Seonghwa. "You're a medical student, right?"

"Yup, majoring in nursing," you nodded. "Hongjoong told me that you and Seonghwa are the doctors of the gang."

"What were you planning to do after graduation?" Seonghwa asked. You didn't miss how he used 'were' instead of 'are.'

You gently cleared your throat. "Well, I want to become a surgical nurse for the cardiac department."

"Ah, that's great!" he said with a smile. "I wanted to get into Neuro."

"Why didn't you?" you asked while absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair.

"Once you join the mafia, you have to sacrifice having a normal job," Yeosang replied nonchalantly. You couldn't tell if he was sad about it.

"I wanted to ask you all something," you murmured, but the three of them heard you clearly.

"You can ask us anything you want, Kiah," Mingi encouraged. "We'll answer everything."

"Well, if you're gonna keep me here..." you hesitated for a second. "Um, does that mean that I can't work?" Yeosang and Seonghwa exchanged a glance that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"You'll have to ask Hongjoong about that, but mostly yes. You won't be able to work," Seonghwa said. "It's too dangerous. You can only work for us." You only nodded, unhappy with the words you heard.  

"Can I at least attend my own graduation?" you were mentally begging they would agree.

"When is it?" Yeosang asked.

"It's on the day after tomorrow."

"Of course you can," Hongjoong said, entering the living room and plopping down on one of the sofas.

"Really?!" you squealed in excitement.

"I was being sarcastic," he stated, making your smile immediately falter.

"I didn't study my ass off for nothing, Hongjoong," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

He scoffed. "Do you think I care?"

"Well, I do." You were starting to get angry. Yunho entered the living room, not saying anything due to the tense atmosphere.

"You'll put us and people you know at risk," Hongjoong shrugged.

"That's your problem," you remarked, pissing him off. "I didn't ask you to buy me, Hongjoong."

"Adopt," Mingi mumbled, but you ignored him.

You and Hongjoong were locked in a glaring contest. Yunho cleared his throat after a while, catching Hongjoong's and your attention. "Hyung, you disguised yourself. No one knows that it was you who bought her."

"Adopted," Mingi murmured, getting ignored again.

Hongjoong gave it a thought. "Fine," he agreed. "But we all will attend it too, whether you like it or not."

“Deal.”

You were seated in your respective seat, desperately waiting for the graduation ceremony to get over even though one of Seoul's top doctors was invited to talk. All eight boys and Jiwoo were attending your graduation. You wished your father was here to watch you graduate.

Once the ceremony was finally over and all the students collected their diplomas, you all gathered around to throw your dark blue caps in the air.

"I can't believe we successfully survived four entire years," Dongyoon remarked.

"Time to try to survive med school now," Yonghwa said and Chanhee nodded in agreement; they were on the road to becoming doctors. "But for now, let's get fucking wasted!"

-

You were at one of Seoul's best nightclubs in Gangnam; you didn't tell anyone in Ateez that you'd leave with your university friends. This was your way of running away. You were going to stay with Chanhee until you found a place.

Being a Tuesday night, the club wasn't crowded. Most of the people here were definitely high school or university students. After all, it was graduation week in Korea. 

You drank and danced with your friends until you were drunk as fuck and your feet hurt. You felt so relaxed, just paying attention to the blasting music while the alcohol in your system gave you some energy.

"Oh? Who do we have here?" you heard a familiar voice say behind you while you took another shot. You had no idea where your friends were.

You turned around and squinted to look at the man. "Moon Bojoon...?"

"Hello, sister," your cousin chuckled, putting his arms around your drunk form. You hated him with every fiber of your being— he tried to sexually assault you a couple of times. Living under the same roof as him was hell.

"Get your hands off me," you yelled over the loud music, weakly trying to push him away; he didn't even move an inch.

His grip around you tightened. "I wonder who father sold you to. How lenient are they to let their sex slave go out to party...? Or did you run away?"

You tried to push him away again. "Fuck off!"

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you along until he reached the parking lot of the club. He pushed you harshly against his car, making you groan in pain when your head hit the window.

Bojoon moved his face closer to yours. "I'm gonna sell you this time," he whispered in your ear. "But I'll have my fun with you first, of course."

"Get away from me!" you yelled while your vision got blurry. Before you could comprehend what was even happening, you passed out.

[allywritesforfun]

Uhhh, a part 2 of the AweSamDude story. I don't know, maybe the court case would be cool! If requests arent open, then ignore them

um yes! I have wanted to make a part 2 for so long but had no clue where to start and this just makes perfect sense!

{Locked Up Heart pt 2} irl!warden!awesamdude x Reader

pronouns: were originally not mentioned, but now are she/they

word count: 2987

trigger warnings: mention/talk of rape and murder, court cases, somewhat angsty 

a/n: the law I mentioned is a real law but I can't remember what the law is actually called so roll with it

part one

masterlist

You stared at yourself in the body mirror. You haven't seen yourself look like this in years. All dressed up and ready to impress. You wore a gorgeous black suit with a purple inside along with sleek black pants. You looked into the body mirror, admiring yourself.

Sam let you live with him “until you could find your own place” but neither of you had intentions of leaving. You looked at apartments once online, but you knew with this on your record that you were going nowhere but some run down ghetto, and Sam knew that too. 

He knew that you would be able to take care of yourself there, he wasn't scared for your safety or any of that. He was scared that you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Finding a job was hard, all that there was these days for someone like you was online surveys that were not reliable.

Staying with Sam was the best of the both of you. He has been without a roommate for years now. He felt less alone with you being there. The first couple nights were awkward. You slept on the pull out couch and didn't have much clothes. You felt terrible about the amount of washes you did, but eventually you started to get more comfortable with Sam. 

The first sign of progression was when he offered you his sweatshirt instead of a blanket. It was a sweet gesture, you gladly took it. Later that night instead of returning it, you cuddled it to sleep. Now, its your version of a teddy bear. Nice and warm and flourished with Sam’s scent.

You only started sleeping in his bed with him a week ago. It was a purposeful accident. He offered to watch tv in his room since you two deep cleaned the couch. You've planned on falling asleep on him, but you didn't plan for it to be that day. 

It was the best feeling in the world: waking up to being wrapped around and held tight and safe. You must've laid there when you woke up for an hour before Sam got up. You pretended to be asleep so that you could play the innocent girl card. It worked.

You felt a pair of large hands caress your waist. You jumped and had a little fear-induced hiccup.

“Sorry!” Sam took his hands off and backed away. “I’m still getting used to sensitive areas.”

You two have been working on okay areas to touch. You taught yourself to be extra alert while in the prison and certain touches trigger your reflexes and others cause panic, like hips.

Because of your high murder count, you were sent to the normal prison, the non-all woman prison. It wasn't the worst in the world. You only saw males during eating times, but it was common to get grabbed like that. It happened to every single female, every eating hour. The guards did nothing about it, not that they really could. 

Sam has seen it before, not you, but to other women. He had an idea of areas to stay away from, but he is such an affectionate guy and sometimes he forgets.

“You’re okay, Sam. The more you do it, the more comfortable I’ll get with it,” You explained.

Sam was so good to you. He’s helped you through it all. Everything that you needed to heal, he gave to you. 

“Well then maybe after the trial we can get some practice in...” He swooned. 

You chuckled, “If we win. There’s a chance I won't come back here tonight. I’m lucky enough that they gave me stay at home orders in the meantime.”

He nodded, “We’re gonna win.” He kissed your cheek, “How could anyone that looks as scrumptious as you right now lose? There is no way. We have the evidence, and we have your perfect prison record. Not a single misdemeanor! They might not drop all chargers but you’re coming home tonight.”

“Home?” You questioned.

You've avoided that word for the longest time. You always said ‘the house’ or ‘your place’. Not because you didn’t want this to be your home, not the exact opposite. You wanted this to be forever home, but you never wanted to overstay your welcome. 

“Yes home,” Sam laughed. “Why wouldn’t this be home... you feel safe here don’t you?”

“I do!” You exclaimed, waving your hands back and forth in denial. “I just didn't realize you wanted this to be my home.”

Sam offered his hand out to you; you gladly took it. His soft hand gently squeezed yours as he pulled you slowly into him, embracing you, “Of course I want this to be your home. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want you to be. This never felt like home to me, until you came home with me.”

You breathed in his scent, instantly relaxing into him, “I like it here. A lot.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Now have that same attitude in court, we got to go.”

The court room was filled, more than you expected. You looked around, not recognizing a single face except for a few prison guards who were testifying on both sides. You noticed the media set it up in the back. Your story hit the news faster than expected. You did have a great story: warden falls in love with murder. 

“Hands out,” The officer directed.

You obliged. You opposed no threat to anyone and no intentions too, but if putting you in handcuffs made them feel better, then handcuffs it was. You looked back at Sam as the cold metal locked around your wrists. He replied with a frown, which quickly turned into an encouraging smile.

His bipolarness was the vibe right now. You noticed people having a hard time deciding where to sit. There were a lot of people on both sides, but no family members of yours. You gave up on them a long time ago when you noticed they weren’t writing letters and ignoring your calls.

You didn't need them, all you needed was Sam. You have everything you want right now, except for freedom.

“All rise!” 

You stood up from the wooden bench. The judge walked in wearing the classic black gown and had a book in his hands. He nodded at a few of his guards before taking a seat. He opened up his book and looked around the room, landing on you.

“Good afternoon everyone, and there are a lot of you,” His voice was so deep that it bounced against the walls, making an eerie echo. “Calling the case of State Prison vs y/n. Are both sides ready?”

The representative of the prison and your lawyer both replied with a yes. The jury then stood and raised their right hand and made their oath, returning to the bench. 

The representative stood up and gave their opening statement: “Ladies and gentleman of the court, Your Honor, the Jury. You will find that the defendant has been charged with four accounts of murder and convicted by confession. The defendant has taken accountability for all the murders committed and has given detail about how she killed those four men. It is ridiculous that we are here in court today deciding if we can release a serial killer back into the public. With a strong motive to kill, there is no reason why the defendant should be let back into the public eye.”

Serial killer. That is what you are. No one has ever said it that way, but he was absolutely right. You fit the definition perfectly, you had a type and more than three victims. It already wasn't looking good for you.

Your lawyer took center stage, “A martyr is the perfect word to describe the defendant. They have given their life to the state to save the lives of many to come. The strength that my client displays and ownership prove that although they are guilty of the crimes, they are still human and deserve a second chance.”

The judge called you to take the stand. You sat down after taking your oath and folded your hands neatly in your lap.

“Miss l/n,” He started. “Today you are trying to get your case dismissed after confessing to your crimes. That is very interesting. Let’s go back to before the crimes were committed, what were you thinking, what were you doing in your life at the time?”

You shook your head, “Many years ago I was an activist. I enjoyed speaking to the public about issues facing the community and the world at the time. If I wasn't outside with a sign, I was inside posting on social media. I was in college, I was studying Political Science.”

“And what were you planning on doing with the major?”

You paused. It’s been so long that you had a hard time remembering why you wanted to study and what career you wanted, “I was planning on becoming a political journalist, Your Honor.”

He shuffled around his papers, “I’ve looked at your latest credit that you were working on. It was a Sociology class. Do you remember what topic you were discussing in class?”

You nodded, “Rape. The number of rapes in a year and the number of rapists convicted was the last assignment I was working on.”

You remember that assignment like it was yesterday. That one assignment got you so worked up and so mad at the world, that you just had to do something. There was no way that you couldn't. Women’s voices were being ignored and cases rose every day; repeat offenders increased everyday.

“Now to my understanding all the men that you murdered were accused of rape.”

You nodded, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“The attorney may ask questions to Miss l/n.”

The attorney stood up and adjusted your jacket, “Miss l/n, did any of those men physically harm you?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“So you took advantage of the fact that you were young to persuade the men into being alone with you just to kill them?”

You shook your head, “No, I didn’t persuade them at all. All of them suggested going back to their place.”

“But you did stalk them to find out where they were going?”

“No,” You answered. “They had their location public on their phone. All I did was look up their name and I knew where they were.”

“So these men did nothing to you at all except invite you over to their house. And you accepted the offer under no influence or threat. You killed four innocent men and you want to be let back out on the streets? This woman is a danger to society. She seeks out innocent men to end their life for no reason.” He nodded his head and went back to his desk, looking at his notes. He looked back at you and nodded, “That will conclude my questioning.”

You looked back at your lawyer, they gave you back a look of relief. Then you searched the crowd for Sam. Once you found him he gave you a thumbs up. It seemed like you were already on top of the case.

“Miss y/n,” Your lawyer started. “We all know that you killed those men, but why?”

“They raped multiple women. When brought to court, they were given a light sentence and did not do proper justice to the woman. These woman went day to day fearing for their life that they ever spoke out about the terrible things that happened to them. I couldn't let myself live knowing that there was a reason for women to be scared because their government had failed them.”

“Those women were scared? Why were they scared?” “Because they feared that they would get raped again. All of those men were repeat offenders. They would only take more victims and never be punished.”

“So you killed those men to prevent others from being hurt with evidence that it would happen again.”

You nodded, “I would never hurt anyone that had no intentions of causing harm.”

“Miss l/n just described public defense. Under the public defense law, anyone can defend the public with reasonable cause. It’s like self-defense, but for others. She shouldn’t have been committed in the first place. If those men were still alive, they would have kept raping until they were killed. Miss y/n saved lives. That concludes my questioning.”

You were dismissed from the stand and went back by your lawyer. They smiled at you, knowing that with that alone, they had won the case.

The attorney called Sam to the stand; he took his oath and sat down.

“So, Sam. You were the warden in charge of the wing that Miss y/n was being held in?”

“Yes.”

“That prison is a tough place to be, she must’ve fussed around a lot.”

Sam shook his head, “Not one bit. She does not have a single complaint against her. Everything that was asked of her, she did with speed and efficiency. She didn't have one lash out in her time.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Like I said, not one complaint.”

“To my understanding you have a relationship with Miss l/n, is that correct?”

“Objection!” Your lawyer yelled. “Irrelevant to the case. Sam was called because of his position and his professional opinion, not his personal life.”

“Sustained.”

“That concludes my questioning.”

Your lawyer stood up and nodded. You could feel that they were about to lay down the last blow.

“Sam, did this prison have any rapists?”

He nodded, “All kinds of rapists, of all ages and target groups.”

“Did Miss l/n ever have contact with these rapists?”

“Yes. Most of the time during eating hours and the occasional passing in the hall.”

“And how did that interaction go?”

“Miss l/n was given a hard time by these rapists. While waiting in line she was often sexually grabbed. During passing she was cat called and teased at.”

“And what was here response to the sexual assault?”

“Stone faced, emotionless. Every time it happened it amazed me how she would just stand there and wait to be given a direction. The most reaction she’s ever had was lightly shuffling her body to get them off, but she never lunged or reached at them.”

“And what did the other guards do when they noticed this behavior?”

“Nothing. Sometimes they yelled if it was getting close to rape, but overall nothing. We were under instructions not to react because in the past it only caused encouragement of the assault. Prisoners love any excuse to fight a guard,” Sam looked over at you. “I am so sorry that there was nothing I could’ve done. Everyday I watched as you were touched and I wanted to give it to them, I wanted to make sure that I would see them every day of their life, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk hurting you more.”

You smiled, almost tearing up at his words, but you kept yourself composed with a small sniffle.

“The main concern of Miss y/n going back into the public is that she will kill again. As said by her and concluded by a court, she only killed rapists,” Your lawyer pointed out. “As stated by the warden in charge of looking over her, she had the opportunity to kill. She had the opportunity to hurt them, but she never took it. Even after being sexually assaulted, she still kept to herself. This is undeniable evidence that Miss y/n is a changed woman. In her file it is stated that she did more than required community service and went above and beyond with helping other cellmates. Her actions within the prison prove that she is a well-rounded and caring individual. She has changed her ways and is ready to go back into the world. She did justice to the world and it is time for the world to her justice.”

You waited anxiously for over an hour to find out what the jury had decided. You and your lawyer talked about possible outcomes. They told you the sooner they made the decision, the better chances that you had. You had no error in your case and said everything that you wanted to say. The opposing side’s evidence was all proven false.

You got called back into the court, the jury had made their final decision. You rose for the judge and took a seat when prompted. You could feel your leg bouncing.

“In the case of the State Prison vs l/n...” the judge started. You looked over your shoulder at Sam. He had his hands placed in a praying position with his head resting against them. “Miss y/n is found not guilty of all charges and her remaining sentence will be dismissed. She will compensated for her time falsely spent in prison plus be rewarded another trial for her sexual assault. This case is adjourned.”

You could feel emotion flood through you. Pure happiness and joy leaked from your eyes. You tilted your head back in relief and squeezed at your heart. All of these years of the bullshit you put up with was all worth it. You hugged your lawyer and thanked them up and down, the emotion so strong in you that you almost dropped to your knees. You were caught by familiar hands: Sam. Sam pulled you up and into him. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He calmed down for a second to lock eyes with you. He couldn't help but smile and cry with you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple deep and meaningful kiss that said all the words that he wanted to say.

“I’m coming home!”

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This is FQUCKED up

Netflix’s ‘Beef’ Star David Choe Details Alleged Rape Of Black Woman In 2014 Video

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An old video of Netflix Beef star David Choe circulated, where he seemingly admitted to raping a Black woman, sparked outrage on Black Twitter.

The 46-year-old Korean-American actor and visual media artist trended on April 13 amid a repost of the shocking video Latina journalist Aura Bogado posted on Twitter.  

“According to his own telling, the woman David Choe assaulted is Black. He describes himself as a ‘successful rapist,'” Bogado captioned the post.

The rape dialogue between Choe and other Asian folks occurred on his obsolete 2014 podcast,DVDASA. 

The footage begins with the Beef star, who portrays Isaac, saying, “But the thrill of possibly going to jail, that’s what achieved the erection quest.”

His horrified cohost and porn star, Asa Akira, responded, “Ew, you’re basically telling us that you’re a rapist now. And the only way to get your dick really hard– is rape.”

Choe casually answered, “Yeah.”

An off-camera clown asked, “What did she look like?”

“Beautiful,” the actor rebutted before describing his alleged victim. 

“Half-Black, half-white…”

“Like Leona Lewis,” Akira asked. Ironically, she said her own share of rape talk about a teenage boy in the same podcast episode.

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The two men on the side asked about the alleged victim’s age and breast size. Choe didn’t hesitate to tell the panel the victim had “huge tiddies.”

In the disgusting video, the Japanese porn star was visibly uncomfortable regarding the flippant rape dialogue.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Dave’s basically telling us he’s a rapist.”

“A successful rapist,” he clapped back as the video concluded. 

Black Twitter lit his ass up.

Writer Nylah Burton wrote, “David Choe’s rape confession is shocking to me. Like the culture we live in is horrific, but to think you can just graphically detail how you raped someone and still wind up on starring in this TV show??? Jail for everyone involved.”

Some Twitter users even called for Netflix to cancelBeef in light of Choe’s alleged rape resurfacing.

One person said it plainly, implying that Netflix and the folks who worked with him on the series were complicit, aware of his egregious past, and didn’t give a damn. 

In 2014, Buzzfeed recounted the gross dialogue with Choe and cohorts about the alleged rape. The sordid details were spelled out and reportedly involved the actor and a masseuse named “Rose.” The 46-year-old California native vividly described a scenario where he forcibly made the Black woman perform oral sex on him. Before the most deplorable part of the story, Choe spelled out how uncomfortable the masseuse was as he continuously invaded her space while acting inappropriately. 

As outrage spread around the interweb, he shot off a half-assed apology denying that the rape actually happened and that he had simply told a rapey story. The Netflix star also divulged that the story was a trash-ass “extension of his art.”

Yeah, ok.

“I never thought I’d wake up one late afternoon and hear myself called a rapist. It sucks. Especially because I am not one. I am not a rapist. I hate rapists; I think rapists should be raped and murdered,” he wrote.

“I am an artist and a storyteller, and I view my show DVDASA as a complete extension of my art. If I am guilty of anything, it’s bad storytelling in the style of douche. Just like many of my paintings are often misinterpreted, the same goes with my show. The main objective of all of my podcasts is to challenge and provoke my friends and the co-stars on the show.”

Saying the story was meant to “entertain,” Choe continued. “We fuck with each other, entertain ourselves and laugh at each other. It’s a dark, tasteless, completely irreverent show where we fuck with everyone listening, but mostly ourselves. We create stories and tell tales. It’s not a news show. It’s not a representation of my reality.” 

In 2013, a study determined that one in four Asian men had perpetrated physical or sexual violence against women. There’s even a growing movement among Asian men called “MRAsians.”

The API Institute posted a study as well detailing that “23% experienced some form of contact sexual violence, 10% experienced completed or attempted rape, and 21% had non-contact unwanted sexual experiences during their lifetime.”

These statistics and anecdotal evidence do not imply that Choe would be a rapist because he’s Asian. However, his “story” doesn’t help his argument. And while “Rose” has never come forward, only one Black woman out of every 16 rapes reports the crime to the police. 

Rape culture is alive and well, and a person perpetuating it via an alleged account or through a “story” should be fucking canceled. 

PERIOD.

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[groovyzombiellama]

Fight

Title: Fight

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You are Liam’s girlfriend and Scott’s younger sister, and you get attacked when you’re home alone and you barely make it.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, rape, death (flatline, but revived), violence, home invasion, funerals (imagined in y/n’s mind)

Word count: 2581

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Being Scott’s sister meant you always had a target on your back in some way, but in no worst case scenario did you think you would end up in the situation you’re in right now. Bruised, bloodied, feeling completely disgusting with yourself. And you kept blaming yourself for not fighting back harder and allowing him to do all of those things to you, even though you were overpowered and tied up, unable to fight back. Your mind began to wonder as you were progressively losing blood from your multiple stab wounds, if this was how you die. If this was the end of the road for you, and you would never get to experience anything ever again. That you would be forced to watch your family cry at your funeral, because you were too weak to fight back your attacker. It all started when you had decided on what movie to watch tonight, as you were home alone. Scott was over at Stiles’ house, the two of them had their own business you never really ventured into, not wanting to look like the annoying clingy sibling. If it was something you could help with, he would have surely told you. And your mom had a overnight shift at the hospital, so you were all alone, with no boundries on your schedule, since you wouldn’t see the rest of your family until tomorrow.

You had felt a bit weird throughtout the day, as if someone was watching you, and you even found it so unbearable that you pulled down the blinds on every window in the house, even in Scott’s and your mothers rooms. You felt really on edge, which was part of the reason why you were blaming yourself, since you thought you could have called Scott and maybe went over to Stiles’ house yourself, and maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation. But you didn’t call Scott and instead tried to put the thought in the back of your mind, focusing on enjoying your evening, as you figured nothing could happen to you if your door is locked and your windows were shut with the blinds pulled down. But then again, the town you live in is full of supernatural creatures, one of them being your own brother, so you keep telling yourself that you should have known better. That you never should have ignored the weird feeling that persisted as you waited for your popcorn to be ready and even as you pressed play on the movie.

But as the movie started and you immersed yourself in watching it, you didn’t hear the lock on your backdoor getting picked, and the door opening, allowing your attacker to get in and sneak up on you. It wasn’t until you felt a blow to your head that sent you off your couch to the floor of your living room that you realised someone else was in your home. You didn’t even have time to check your head, as you quickly turned towards your attacker, scrambling to get on your feet and away from the large figure dressed in black who was rushing towards you. You wanted to just turn and run, the feeling of adrenaline would have helped you gain the speed that you need, but for some reason you were terrified of turning your back towards your attacker. The skin of your neck errupted in goosebumps as you felt the blood oozing down your neck from the wound on your head, and you knew that if you don’t make a run for it now, it might be too late to do anything if somehow this person ends up cornering you. So you took a chance as you had your back towards the back door, your dining room table separating you and your attacker, and you quickly turned and made a break for it.

You ran as far as your legs would carry you. The adrenaline numbing the pain of your head wound and giving you more stamina than you actually had, but you could hear the echo of feet running behind you and you quickly thought of running into the forest, where you had more of a chance of hiding than in the open. Still the person was hot on your trail, the leaves under your feet rustling, giving away both your location to your attacker and his location to you. You tried your best to lose him, taking multiple turns, having the advantage of knowing the wooded area close to your home better than the attacker. Or so you thought. After about half an hour of running, you suddenly couldn’t hear the rustle of your attacker running behind you, and so you took the chance to turn your head around and inspect the area behind you, which left you vulnerable to him appearing behind one fo the trees in front of you, having taken a shortcut, and it all ended with you crashing into him.

His strong hands grabbed your arms as you let out a surprised scream and tried your best to kick and punch the person who held onto you so violently that you felt as if his hands were burning into your skin. You tried your best to yell out for help, but the adrenaline was wearing off and you felt the full force of your tiredness from all the running and suddenly you didn’t have as much strenght to fight back against his hold, ending up tied and gagged on the ground, as the attacker had his way with you. All you could do was cry and hope you end up wiggling around enough to losen the cloth that was tied around your mouth to scream out to someone to help you, to save you from this disgusting person, who was taking away your innosence and your will to continue living. You even thought of giving up, letting him do what he wanted, and then just beg him to kill you. To just finish the job and end your misery. What was the point of him raping you and beating you, followed by him even stabbing you if his final end goal wasn’t for you to die.

His final action after raping you, beating you and stabbing you multiple times was to leave. To just leave you there, on the ground, tied up and half naked, to bleed out. He didn’t even have it in him to finish what he started, he wanted you to die slowly, and you couldn’t understand what you had done that would prompt someone to do this to you. You have always tried your best to be friends with everyone and you never had any ill intent towards anyone. Even if you had a guy confess to you and you didn’t feel the same, you would be nice to him, telling him he would find the right one for him, even if right now it doesn’t seem that way. You never had bad blood with anyone and even if this was motivated by something Scott did, you doubted he, or anyone of the pack, did something so severe that it would prompt this amount of violence on someone not involved in response.

You saw yourself in a coffin, your family members, your firends, and all of the people who knew you standing next to it, in tears, as you were being lowered to the ground. You saw your mother’s heartbroken figure, her eyes red and puffy from crying, clutching onto Scott’s arm, her legs unable to hold her up anymore, as she lost her baby girl. You saw Scott being the one to find you in the forest, dropping to his knees at the sight of his little sister dead and violated, covered in blood, her clothes torn. You saw your boyfriend Liam crying with his forehead rested against your tombstone, asking you why you let go, why you left him. And then you saw flashes of your life in rapid succession before your eyes, from the good to the bad, and all the people who make your life worth living, and that made you realise that you can’t give up. You can’t let this moment be your last. Somehow you managed to find enough strength to pull yourself towards the highway, leaving a trail of blood in your wake, and even though your vision was becoming blurry, you persisted.

The moment you passed out was when you were at the highway and you could slightly make out that a car had stopped near you and the faint sound of someone yelling out towards you and rushing to reach you. It ended up being Nolan Holloway and his father coming back from running some erands out of town. Nolad had a slight crush on you for a while now, but knowing you were in a relationship with Liam, he didn’t act on his feelings, only watched you from a far and protected you when needed. As he noticed your body next to the highway, he yelled at his dad to stop the car, his heart crashing into millions of pieces seeing you like that. They drove you to the hospital, Nolan using his jacket to cover you up as much as possible and tearing his shirt to press on your stab wounds. Melissa noticed the commotion in the hospital and recognised Nolan’s voice as the one yelling for help, but she had no idea what she was gonna see when she ran towards the sound of the commotion. She was a strong woman, but seeing her only daughter in that state crushed her, and she ended up passing out, a few nurses rushing to her aid, while other’s helped another doctor get you to an operating room, hoping to save your life.

You had lost so much blood that the doctors didn’t know if you’d make it, but that didn’t stop them from giving it their best to save your life. Scott, Stiles and Liam were quick to come to the hospital after Scott had called your phone to check up on you and you didn’t answer, after which he had called Melissa, having one of the nurses answer and tell him about the situation. He was on his way in a flash, informing Liam on his way there. All of them were out of thir mind with worry and their hearts felt like they were gonna beat out of their chest. Just as they stepped foot into the hospital main hall, Liam and Scott halted, frozen in place, as their hightened werewolf senses picked up on the sound of a flatline. Stiles was trying to rush them, doing his best to convince them that the flatline was probably not you, not being sure of his words himself, but it was. They could feel that it was, and that crushed them.

Melissa quickly embraced her son when she saw him, crying histerically, praying that you were gonna be okay. The flatline sound becoming clearer as they were closer to the operating room you were in confirmed Scott’s and Liam’s worst fears. They couldn’t lose you, not at any cost. They even thought about biting you, giving you a new chance hopefully as a werewolf, hearing the doctors scramble to bring you back from that annoying and deadly beeping sound that just wouldn’t stop. Suddenly, just as Liam was about to burst into the operating room to bite you, the beeping sound went from continuous to spaced out, meaning the doctors have managed to bring you back, and everyone let out a sigh of relief. Their worlds wouldn’t be the same without you and they knew that no matter what they were not gonna lose you, ever. Each person present in that waiting room was willing to give up their own life just so you could live. Melissa told Scott that it was Nolan who brought you in and through a bit of digging, with Nolan being their inside man (oh how greatful they were that he had a soft spot for you and would never consider hurting you, but instead would do his best to save you and find out who truly hurt you) they found out it was Tamora Monroe’s army member who did this to you.

Scott and Liam were already planning their revenge, but had to make sure you were gonna be okay. After hours of waiting, pacing back and forth, listening in on what the doctors were saying, and just silently praying, everyone jumped in surprise when one of the doctors came out of the operating room and walked towards them. Another sigh of relief washed over the group as they heard that even though it was difficult and you almost lost your battle with life, you were able to pull through, and after a long period of recovery, your were hopefully gonna be fine, as long as your condition doesn’t change during the next few days. After a few weeks of you not waking up, but being in a stable condition, here and there having low moments, where it looked like you were gonna go back to a flatline, you woke up, to see Liam sleeping sitting in a chair next to your bed, his head on the bed, his hand in yours. Scott and Stiles slept sitting up on the couch on the other side.

They visited you every single day, only skipping two when the pack planned their revenge plot and when it was executed. Feeling your hand squeeze his, Liam’s head shot up and he called out your name, met with your beautiful smile and your eyes he missed seeing so much. “I thought I was gonna lose you! Thank you for fighting baby, thank you!“ He said as he peppered kisses all over your face, careful not to hurt you, but extatic that you were recovering. All that commotion woke up your brother and his friend, and they shared Liam’s excitement, thankful to the skies above that they didn’t take you away from them too early. You were thankful for all of them, for caring about you enough to give you the drive to want to continue living, for yourself and for them. Nolan also came to visit and apologised to you, swearing he had nothing to do with it and that he would have stopped the person who attacked you in a heartbeat.

You were thankful to him that he helped you, and you knew he was not the one who attacked you, as the person was much larger than Nolan, even if you couldn’t see their face. He promised to protect you better from now on as did the pack. Liam never left your side, even when you told him and your brother to go home and rest, even when Scott agreed to take at least an hour of rest, knowing your mother was gonna keep an eye on you, Liam stayed, no matter how much you pleaded and it solidified the love you had for him and your belief that he was the one for you. The help of the people who cared about you was crucial during your recovery, and you have never felt more loved, despite it taking a long time for the memories of that horrible even to even begin to become less vivid in your every waking and sleeping moment. But you knew you had people who were gonna be there for you.

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Hey Anon, I know it took me too long to write this and you maybe even won’t see it, but I hope you actually do and you like the fic. It was a pretty dark request and I don’t know if I made it as dark and as emotional as you maybe hoped, but I still hope you like it, let me know if you want me to change some things :)

I don’t even know if anyone ever got emotional reading my work, I’m not that good of a writer so I’m so so sorry for that :) <3

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That’s all for tonight folks, see ya soon :D

[fieldofsecretss]

I froze -D.M pt.1

Angst/fluff

Tw: mentions of blood and sexual assault

Please do not read if you don’t feel comfortable, and I don’t want any complains about writing about this topic…rape…

Summary: Draco helps y/n when Blaise assaults her sexually at a Slytherin party…

Wouldn’t recommend to read this if you are underage or struggling😘

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Slytherin’s famous parties, green neon lights, loud music and liquor on the menu the whole night. Draco was sitting with his best friends Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini in a couch, unlike his friends, Draco was basically sober.

Boring conversations about girls with great bodies was flowing between the three of them, nothing Draco was interested of. But Draco’s eyes lit up when he saw his absolute best childhood friend y/n walk towards him in a little dark green dress, fishnets and black heels.

Y/n y/l/n, the Slytherin princess. Every girl wanted to be you and every guy wanted you, and Draco was proud to call you his best friend of all times. Y/n was known to be very bad ass and strong, in other words, no one dared dare quarrel with you . If they would they’d have a very angry Malfoy after them.

“Hi Draco, boys.” you greeted the three of them.

“Hello there y/n, enjoying yourself?” Draco asked while he scanned your features. He truly thought you were the most beautiful woman in the whole world, and sadly all the boys could say the same. Draco had developed a crush on you, but he knew deep inside that you only saw him as a friend besides you were sooo out of his league.

“Nah, didn’t want to go from the beginning actually” you said while you sat down in between Draco and Blaise. “Pansy made me, but the night got a little better now that I am with you blondie” you said and chuckled a little when Draco gave you a killing glare.

Right when Draco was about to respond Pansy yanked you way from your seat.

“Come on y/n! Don’t hang out with these idiots instead of me, let’s go and get you a drink you really need to loosen up!” A very drunk Pansy said to you. Draco sighed now that he was alone with idiot 1 and 2 again.

“Five galleons if I can get y/l/n to sleep with me” Blaise said to Theo and Draco while he took a sip of his fire whiskey and shifted in his seat. Draco gave him a death stare in response thinking it was a sick joke.

“What do you think, Malfoy?” Blaise taunted even more when he noticed that Draco was visibly bothered. “Good plan?” 

“Say that again one more time and I will kick your fucking ass, Zabini! You know you are talking about my best friend right?!” Draco said and swept his drink in one gulp

“I mean did you see her ass when she stood up from her seat?!” Blaise said to Theo. Draco clenched his fists. That was it, walking away from his friends to go outside and smoke a cigarette.

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You were very drunk after a couple of shots with Pansy, and you decided it was a good idea to go back to your dorm and call it a night. Draco had always told you to go and find him when you were drunk and wanted to go back to your dorm since year 4, and that’s what you were doing right now.

You stumbled around looking for Draco when you suddenly crashed into Blaise. He was alone, no Theo or Draco with him.

“Well hello y/n, what are you doing here alone?” He asked you with a weird tone you never heard him use around you...

“Oh hi Blaise, I’m looking for D-Draco, have you seen him at all?” You asked him with slurring words.

“I think he left with Greengrass a couple of minutes ago, why?” He said. Your face fell a little, Draco NEVER left a party without telling you first.

“Oh, um he always helps me to my dorm when I’m drunk” you answered

“I can help you if you’d like?” Blaise said and you agreed to that. When you were about to go inside your dorm he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

“What about going to my dorm instead?” He said while he licked his lips. You was shocked by his behavior.

“I’m-no thanks, I think I’ll just go to bed instead”

“Come on y/l/n, don’t be a priss, it’ll be fun…” he walked closer to you and you backed against the door. Blaise was now trapping you.

“No Blaise, I want to go now, so please move” you said now scared

“Stop being a brat y/n! We both know you want me…” he said and started to kiss your neck.

“Blaise! Stop, what t-the hell are you doing?!” You panicked. You tried to push him away from you but the alcohol in your body didn’t do you any justice at all.

He grabbed your ass and squeezed your breasts. You froze. The only thought going through your head was that you wished Draco was there to help you.

“Bet you wanted me to fuck you,hmm? Why else would you wear that pathetic excuse of a dress” tears started to form.

“D-Draco…” you sobbed out barely a whisper...

What you didn’t know was that Draco got back to the party from his smoke break to look for you, but when Pansy told him that Blaise were going to walk you to your dorm he panicked. He sprinted to your dorm as fast as he could. His blood was boiling and his mind entered killing mode.

When he arrived his heart broke at the sight in front of him. Tears pooling out of your eyes and Blaise touching you while leaving hickeys in your perfect skin.

“Get the fuck away from her Zabini!” Draco growled to the black haired boy, making him turn around.

“Oh come on Malfoy, you had your chance, you have had your fun now it’s my turn” Blaise said while pushing you away from him. Draco pulled you behind him very quickly.

“Get the fuck away from her Zabini before I-“ Draco began but got interrupted

“Before what? Blaise challenged as he took a step towards Draco. “Tell me Malfoy what are you going to—”

Draco’s right fist made an impact with Blaise’s face before he could even finish his sentence.

Blaise cried out in pain and covered his nose with his hand as drops of crimson started to ooze out. 

You just watched, your mind still fuzzy...

He then walked up to Draco and threw a punch at his face, causing his lips to split. 

Draco ran his thumb along his bottom lip and inspected the blood as pure rage started to consume him.

“Let’s get out of here y/n” Draco held your waist to help you walk straight

“That idiot is not fucking worth it” he said through gritted teeth when you two started to walk away.

“Just go back to your dorm, Zabini” Draco said. He was angry at his so called “best mate” for doing this to you...

When Blaise heard Draco’s order he chuckled darkly

“You had your fun Malfoy, it’s my turn. We could always share her you know, it’s unfair only you can have her all the fucking time”

Draco stopped in his tacks and let go of you gently.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Draco shouted at Blaise.

“You heard me, fucking ferret! It’s my tur-“

Draco grabbed Blaise by his sweater and flung him to the ground before dropping down on his knees to throw multiple angry punches to his face. 

“If you ever talk about y/n that way again, I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you, Zabini! This was just a trailer” Draco said angrily

Draco then grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. Blaise now looked frightened at Draco’s anger and rage, he had never in his entire life as Draco’s childhood friend seen him this mad before

“If I see you hovering around y/n or even fucking look at her I will personally make sure you are not seeing daylight ever again, understood?!”

Blaise flew to the cold stone floor when Draco let go of him

It took him a few seconds to stand up straight and as soon as he was able to balance himself on two legs, Blaise hurried away. 

“Are you okay?!” Draco’s attention was now on you

You nodded but Draco knew you wasn’t present at the moment. He swept you up and carried you carefully to his dorm.

When you arrived he sat you down in his bed. The first thing he saw was your smeared mascara and lipstick and those horrible hickeys that led from your neck to your breasts.

“Y/n? What happened…” he asked now with a calmer and softer voice.

You looked up at him and started to cry, he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m s-sorry” you cried out in his now bloody shirt. His heart broke for the second time that night.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, love” he assured you while he rubbed your back soothingly.

“It’s my fault…I shouldn’t have drank this much...I were just looking for you but then Blaise said you were with Greengrass, so he walked me to my dorm…and now you have a split lip…!” You cried and cried and cried.

“I swear love, I wasn’t with Astoria. I went outside to smoke, but when I came back you were already gone. I’m so sorry I didn’t make it in time sweetheart” you dried your tears and held onto Draco like your life was depending on it.

“It’s not your fault that he decided to be an absolute idiot” he said pulling your chin up to look inside your eyes.

“It’s my fault...I shouldn’t have choose to wear this pathetic dress anyway, he said it himself” you weren’t crying anymore, you were just sad and drunk.

“Stop that, you can wear whatever you want without any boy coming up to you and treat you like garbage” he said. He let go of you and walked over to his drawer to get you a pair of sweatpants and a big t-shirt.

“Can I help you get changed? You can do it yourself if you’d like to, but I honestly think the alcohol has taken the best of you” you nodded

“I trust you Draco, I’ve always had” your words made Draco smile a genuine smile.

He undressed you careful not to make you uncomfortable.

He dressed you and helped you to the bathroom to wash away your makeup

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[ragingbookdragon]

Please do an enemy’s to lovers with one of the green lanterns or batboys! I love your writing so much and it’s my favourite trope

Okay, so it's not exactly enemies to lovers, it's more of...enemies to frenemies??? But soon frenemies to lovers!

Enjoy! -Thorne

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“You are not going to stop me,” she muttered as she walked past the struggling man, fingers dancing across the railings of the staircase. “This event has been foretold long before you were a thought, Green Lantern.”

“This isn’t the way!” he shouted, shimmying vigorously to get out of the bonds of magic she’d wrapped around his body. “Let me help you!”

“I do not need your help.” She spat, fire dancing in her eyes as she turned the corner of the staircase and shot him a glare before disappearing up the next flight of steps.

He grunted and clenched his fist, willing constructed poles to slither in between his body and the bonds; he concentrated, forcing the poles out until there was enough slack that he could slip out from underneath. Once free, he scrambled to his feet and sprinted around the corner, hopping up the steps she’d ascended moments before.

And when he got to the top floor, his stomach flipped at the sight of the blood smeared along the walls, the victim’s head smashed to fragments of skull and mushed brain matter next to its body that had been broken into horrid angles.

“Oh my God,” he gagged, turning to empty the contents of his stomach, and then he heard her voice, calm and collected, almost soothing.

“There, there, young one. He will not harm you anymore.” He wiped the back of his mouth and cocked his head up, gaping as he saw her pick up a young girl, no older than six, and cradle her to her chest, hiding her in the giant cape. “Let us leave here.”

She walked past him, and he tried to stop her, but she shot him a glower that had his spine going ram rod straight. “Leave us alone.”

“You killed him.” he muttered, the hand he’d raised suddenly lurching back to his side as if it had a mind of its own.

“I did.” She agreed. “I killed a man who was abusing his own child.” Stepping down the stairs, she added, “I will take the child somewhere she will be safe and protected. Somewhere she doesn’t have to fear for her life.”

She disappeared in a hail of smoke and sparks, leaving the Green Lantern to leave on unsteady legs and a deep pit in his stomach.

***

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken a long time to find her; she’d taken a position on the top of a skyscraper, watching the young girl be embraced by an older woman, a firm look on her face. He didn’t get up beside her, not wanting her to run or fight him again, but he was close enough that she could sense him.

“What do you want.” It wasn’t a question, more of an annoyed greeting, and he looked down at the young girl, then to the woman.

“Who’d you leave her with?”

“Someone who helps children heal from the horrors their families inflict upon them.” Her eyes narrowed and she turned, walking in the air as if she were walking on a flat surface. “The child will blossom under her care.”

He followed her. “I always thought you…”

“What?” she scoffed. “Killed them because I killed their abusers? Do not be ridiculous. There is a good reasoning to my actions.”

“Killing people isn’t exactly good reasoning.” He gazed at her. “Why do you do what you do?”

“None of your business,” she griped. “Piss off.”

“You know I can arrest you for what you’re doing?” he crossed his arms over his chest. “As a Green Lantern, I—”

“Oh, go preach your sermon to someone who cares!” she growled. “I do not care what that stupid ring on your finger allows you to do.” Spinning on him, she thrust a stilettoed finger into his chest. “I have been alive for far too long to be antagonized by a man-child who cannot stand to pull his head out of his ass long enough to see reasoning of why slaughtering abusers is the right thing to do.”

“It’s not.”

“Why? Because there is possible redemption?” she huffed a mirthless laugh. “Abusers cannot be redeemed. They will taint and taint and taint. Over and over and over again.” Searching his eyes, she hissed, “And you cannot stop me from delivering the hell that I have been ordained to do.”

His expression eased and he reached up, gently curling a hand around the one poking his chest. “Let me help you, Nocturn.”

Her gaze hardened and she yanked her hand back. “You wish to help me?” She gathered a handful of dark magic and slung it out away from them, and to his shock, the world shifted before his eyes, the skyline fading to a muted scenery that looked like it’d been pulled from a historic drama.

“I was the wife of a landowner in the sixteen hundreds. My husband died from illness, and I inherited our land and wealth.” She watched the scene of her past play out. “Do you know what historical event occurred during the years of sixteen-ninety-two and sixteen-ninety-three?”

He swallowed thickly. “The Salem Witch Trials.”

A cruel smile came across her lips. “A witch hunt run by the town leaders to weed out witches. At least that’s what history teaches you. In reality, the leaders were killing women who were widowed and had land enough to threaten their control and power.”

She waved a hand, showing a picture of herself being dragged from her home by men with guns and swords. “My uncle claimed that because I didn’t die of the same sickness as Jacoby did, that I was obviously a witch who had made a deal with the Devil in order to survive.” She glanced at him. “My own family sold me out.”

Another scene appeared before them and she merely gazed at him as his eyes went wide, jaw dropping in shock. “For a whole year I was kept in a dingy cell. I was beaten. I was raped. Most nights I begged God to take me in my sleep. But I awoke each morning and suffered the same treatment. Again and again and again.”

He started to look away and her hand shot out, grasping his chin; she forced him to stare at her past. “Do not look away from what I suffered. You wanted to help me, and you will be witness to my pain.”

He swallowed thickly, jaw tightening as she waved her free hand and he stared as the men led her out along a dark foot path to a river, where they tied ropes around her, weighted them with stones, and shoved her into the water.

“I drowned in water that came to my ankles.” She said. “With water invading my lungs, I swore revenge on those who did this to me. Who put me in this position.” She waved again. “They buried me in a shallow grave and for six nights and six days, my body was recovered by dark magic and a voice commanded me to rise and bring hell upon the leaders of my town.”

He could feel his breathing labor when the sight of her, shoving her nailed fingers into a man’s eye sockets appeared before him. “I gave them quick deaths. Just as painful as my treatment, but quick nonetheless, and when they laid dead at my feet, the voice came back and told me that I was destined to bring justice to innocents like me.”

Inhaling deeply, she murmured, “I have walked this earth for centuries and a simple man who uses his heart like you will not sway me from my objective.” Letting him go, the scene faded, and he turned, looking at her. “The only way you will ever help me is to bring me those who commit the crimes I suffered of so I may slay them. Until your plan is that, there is no helping me.”

She turned and stalked off again, only stopping when she heard his voice. “I’m sorry, Nocturn.”

There wasn’t even a spared glance over her shoulder as she replied darkly, “Spare me your apologies. I have no use for them. I have had no use for them since I was a young woman begging for death in a cage.” And with that, she disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, leaving him with heavy sorrow in his chest.

[shelby-love]

HANK VOIGHT

Dating the Big Boss.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): mentions of r*pe and p*dophilia (it's a tough case)

Author's note: I had a lot of fun writing this one. Especially since everyone is a lot older so I could play with maturity a little. Hope you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait! I'm just starting to get back to writing.

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"What's up with him?" Erin whispered when she saw Voight barge into the unit's personal quarters. Hank didn't look at any of them as he strode into his office with a frown on his face.

He was angry, that's for sure.

Still hot on his tail, your senior detective self arrived right on que with him. Every pair of eyes was on you, knowing that you were the only one who had magic to calm him. You waved your hands, dismissing their burning questions all at once. You just crossed your fingers for them all to see and walked into your lover's office without knocking.

"Hank let's talk about this," You approached him carefully.

"There's nothing to talk about here Y/N."

"Yes, there is." You sat at the edge of his desk casually, although your heart was still racing upon hearing the news delivered to you this morning. "We have a serial rapist and pedophile out there. It's okay to be affected by it honey."

"Well I don't have any leads on this case," He told you strictly, although the anxiety was visible on his shoulders. He had his back turned to you and face focused on the city in front of him. The wheels turning and working in his brain were practically visible for the whole world to see.

"Then maybe we should look into our contacts and see who can help us," You proposed quietly. "This is far from over Hank. We can still turn this around."

You could see him nod, which instantly calmed you down. "Come here."

He, as surprising as it may sound, listened to your words, and walked over to your arms.

He placed his rough hands on your thighs while you ran your hands over his arms soothingly. Eventually your cold hands grasped his face as you gave him a soft look, "Do you want me to brief the team?"

"Thank you," You giggled, still not used to those words leaving his mouth.

The two of you shared a kiss before you left him alone with his thoughts to brief the team. Upon joining them you felt tension rise again, it made you remember what you were meant to do at that moment. "Is he alright?" Erin asked you quietly. You only managed to nod your head before ushering her to her seat.

Then you took a stand in front of them, a file filled with gore pictures secure in your hand. "A few days ago we found a female that was beaten, raped and murdered just outside the Riverwalk area. She was found in a dumpster just outside the Belle Hotel. Roughly 9 years old and unfortunately not the only case."

You spoke with authority that matched Voight's to a certain level. As a senior to all of them it was your job to deliver the details loud and clear. "There have been a few more cases similar to this one. Brody Thompson declared as missing just over a week ago was found two days ago in an area like this one. His left pinky was cut of just like the first victim's..." You placed a picture of a little boy on the board.

"Same MO?" Erin asked, scribbling things vigorously into her notepad. You nodded sadly.

"Are all of the victims children?" Burgess asked from the other side of the room. When you bobbed your head to her in confirmation you could practically see the heartbreak that struck her.

"We believe that we're dealing with a serial rapist and pedophile." You sighed.

"The MO is unique, and it doesn't look like he's been very careful with where he dumps the bodies," Jay notes. "It should be easy to find him since he's bound to make a mistake."

"That's where it gets tricky," You tell him, appreciating his quickness in noticing the details. "These are only cases reported in Chicago within the last few weeks. If we expand the search, which we did, there are dozens of other reported cases all around Ohio, Virginia, Rhode Island and lastly… New York."

A cool cloak of silence fell over the room once you've finished marking the spots. "Some date back to 10 years so we're looking for someone in his early to mid-forties. Maybe even older. Virginia State Police was only able to give us cases within the last 5 years, and we've hit four matches so far."

"Why are they handing the case to us? NYPD should be able to handle this." It was Alvin who had asked that question to which you opened your mouth to answer immediately.

But Hank, your boyfriend and partner, was quicker.

"Because we're the most qualified to do it," He explained, voice booming across the room. He joined your side and placed his hand on your hip; it was that after all, only the members of this very unit knew about you two. "Now, I've pulled out some old contacts from New York. They should be arriving here on the first jet they get their hands on. Until then I want you guys everywhere."

When his gaze slid to yours a twinkle of determination shone within his irises, "Let's get this son of a bitch."

***

"Sargent Benson," you greet the woman that just descended the stairs of the jet. The only people on the tarmac are the two of you and the officers you brought here. "Thank you for coming on a such short notice."

"Voight sounded stressed when he called. Is he alright?" She asked you quietly, matching your footing and walking toward the black SUV next to you.

You shook your head, "This case has been really hard on us is all. It's not every day we have cases like this one."

"Well, our job isn't pretty." She agreed. "Rape cases are already hard on their own."

"But when it's kids…"

"Do you have kids, detective?"

"None that are my own."

"Then I guess you're lucky."

"I suppose so."

***

The drive back to the district wasn't all that comfortable. Benson carried an air of importance around her that would get some rookies sweating with nerves.

Decades in this line of work showed just how good of a match you were for her.

"Hey Trudy," You greeted your friend in passing. Benson was hot on your heels as you lead her upstairs.

Upon reaching your destination you felt her walk straight pass you into Hank's arms. She brushed her hand against the lapels of his jackets when she asked him how he was doing. You felt your chest rise with jealousy but that diminished quickly when you saw him lead her to his office.

"You're not seeing that?"

"Seeing what Jay?"

The younger man narrowed his eyes at you, "She's obviously into him."

You sent him a glare. "We're not kids Jay, we're adults that lived long enough to see what's worthy being petty about and what's not."

"If you say so."

You rolled your eyes, but still went to retrieve your man, nevertheless.

***

You knocked twice before Voight let you in. "Sorry detective, this is a private conversation."

It was Benson who had told you this. You fought an eyebrow that wanted to rise.

"Y/N runs this unit as much as I do," Your boyfriend interfered. "She can stay."

You smiled, that not being able to suppress. "What do you have?"

"A possible location," She told you, still eerie about you being there.

You perked your eyes at that, taking your usual seat in Voight's office. Hank came to stand behind your chair, hands on the back of it. Olivia eyed you quietly and came to retrieve some papers. With her back turned to you both you turned your head, eyes travelling to Voight. Silently, you asked about what was going on. He only shook his head and pressed his hand against your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.

Olivia saw the interaction and raised her brow.

***

You held your M16 in your hands securely. Officers were bustling all around you, greeting you in passing. The house in front of you looked like a fortress having god knows what protecting it. "We don't go in by force. There are still kids inside."

While the members of your unit nodded in agreement, a few voiced their distaste.

"We go in now. Cut off his ability to retaliate."

"I understand Olivia, but-"

"Sergeant."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm your sergeant. Let's keep it that way."

You gritted your teeth, seemingly offended by the fact that she had used the chain of command to put you in your place.

"My sergeant is Voight. I answer only to him," You corrected her. "I just want those kids to come out of there alive, and that's not going to be possible if we barge in. He'll panic. Kill them instantly."

"Why don't you go in then?" She proposed. "Scope and give us inside information so we can work our way around it. You find the kids and let us do the rest."

You thought about it. "I need –"

"Nothing." Your sergeant appeared by your side, eyes hard and body as still as a rock. Unlike Benson, you could see his anger. You almost reached out to calm him. "You're not doing it."

"This could be our shot." You told him.

He only shook his head, "Trust me it's not. A word, sergeant?"

She nodded and followed him.

You watched as the distance became bigger.

Jay and Adam came to stand next to you, Adam at your right side and Jay at your left.

"Holy hell." Adam muttered.

"She almost got you killed." Jay commented after him.

"Holy hell indeed guys."

***

"Hank I'm trying to do right by these kids!"

"The hell you are," Hank outright yelled at her. As the only person at the scene that had guts to stand up to her, he took the chance to put her in her place. "The way I see it you want Y/N in direct danger with no back up."

She stayed silent.

"You don't get to boss around my unit. Especially not my most trusted detective."

"Oh, come on Hank." She sighed, not quite believing what she was hearing.

"You're here to assist. The case is still mine so don't get ahead of yourself."

And with that, he left her to be.

"We're waiting for him. SWAT is on standby."

You smiled gratefully at him before mouthing a thank you.

***

"You did great today," You complimented him, smiling from ear to ear. All the children that went missing within the last few weeks have been found alive. Wounded yes, but alive. And the man was, much to your satisfaction, shot dead when he tried to run. By none other than yourself. Being able to put down a monster like him brought you satisfaction.

It brought Hank pride too.

He pulled you in by the hip and rested your back against the wall. Chicago was lightly lit up outside, bringing peaceful atmosphere to the district. Your fingers brushed against his rigid jawline; eyes locked with his.

Kisses between you two were shared ever so often at work. While you would both usually leave to the privacy of your home, today was a day you both needed reassurances immediately.

Your lips were pressed together and moving in a way possible for only people with experience.

When someone opened the door without knocking, you pushed him away in fright. Hank didn't even stumble as he narrowed his eyes at the person who had intruded.

"Sergeant Benson?!" You shrieked, cheeks flushing a bright red.

"It all makes sense now." She mused.

MASTERLIST

[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 10

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

Steve ripped his hand away from your throat and he took a large step backwards, far away from you. To say you were disappointment was an understatement.  What did you do wrong?  Why was he acting like your skin had burned him?  You would give anything to feel his hands back on you.  

As Bucky approached, you could feel his eyes on you, but you couldn’t stop looking at Steve.  Your eyes bore into him, pleading, begging for him to touch you again.  But it was no use.  Fear flooding throughout you.  He was going to leave you wasn’t he?

“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” Steve commanded, “Open her door.”

The door to your room opened and Steve, much gentler this time, pulled you into your room.  “You are to stay in here until I figure out what to do with you.”

As Steve left, he slammed the door shut.  Your jaw clenched as you leaped forward and to your dismay, found the door locked.  

“ARGH!” you screamed, fists pounding on the door.  “FUCK YOU STEVE!  I FUCKING HATE YOU!  OPEN THE DOOR!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR AND LET ME OUT!”

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“What the hell is happening?” Bucky asked as he and Steve made their way into the living room.  The sounds of your screaming getting quieter the farther they moved away.  

Steve sat down on the couch, head in hands and elbows resting on his knees.  He didn’t even know what to think of the last ten minutes that transpired.  He felt the couch dip next to him, Bucky sitting down, worry etched in his eyes.  

Steve let out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he turned to face Bucky.  “We got into a fight upstairs in the kitchen.  She had been awake all night working and didn’t even go to bed.  I scolded her.  Told her she needed to get to bed and get rest.  She flipped her shit Buck,” Steve spoke.  The anger he had was gone now, replaced with his own worry.  “She threw a glass plate at my head.”

“What?” Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  

“Yeah,” Steve replied, not even believing it himself.  

The two of them sat there in silence for a few minutes.  “What was with your hand on her neck then?”

Again, Steve shook his head. “She did that Buck.  She put my hand on her neck.  It’s like she wasn’t herself.  There was something dark behind her eyes.  It didn’t feel right.”

“I mean, she has seemed like she’s been a bit more agitated lately.  Have you noticed that too?”

Steve nodded, agreeing with Bucky.  You had seemed more irritably and agitated over the last few days when they called you to check in with you.  But they didn’t think anything of it.  

“Maybe there is something she’s not telling us,” Bucky spoke up, breaking the silence over the two men. “We can always have Stark try to look into things.”

Steve thought about it for a moment.  He wanted to trust you and preferred not to check into your background.  But at the same time, if this is something serious, he wanted to be able to help you.  He wanted you, him and Bucky to be a solid trio together.  He didn’t want any problems to come between you three.  

“Yeah.  I’ll talk to Tony about it.”

~~~

The carpet was beginning to wear down as you paced back and forth in your room.  The door was still locked.  You felt like a caged lion, ready to attack.  Every few minutes you checked the door only to find it still locked. They couldn’t keep you locked in here forever, could they?  No, you wouldn’t let that happen.

You were unsure of how long you had been locked up when there came a knock at your door.

“Y/N, can we come in?” Steve asked, voice firm but no hint of anger and that only pissed you off even more.  

“Fuck you Steve!” you yelled as you kicked the door, hoping he heard it.

“Y/N,” Bucky began to say but you cut him off.

“Fuck you too Bucky!”

“Hey!  What did I do?” Bucky asked, hurt in his voice.

You felt like you were spinning completely out of control.  The last time it got this bad, you were with John and it was because he took your medications from you.  He told you that you didn’t need to be on them.  Sure enough, you began to act out and John didn’t like it one bit.  When you were punished for acting out in front of him, the punishments were always physical in some way.  Is that why you were pent up more than ever?  Because John always beat the anger out of you when you acted this way?

“Just leave me alone!” you roared as tears streamed down your cheeks.  So much anger and sadness and hate was swirling inside of you and you didn’t know how to cope or deal with it.  

You needed to drown your sorrows, you needed to get out of your head, you needed to feel pain.  It was in that moment, you knew what you had to do.

Marching into the bathroom, you pulled out your makeup bag from under the counter and dug through until you found silver box cutter.  

Taking the blade out, you rolled your sleeve up.  It had been years since you had cut.  Because John always helped with the pain.  He was the one that gave you the pain and that always helped ease the outburst.

Placing the silver metal to your skin, you pushed down.  Blood seeped out of the cut as you dragged the blade across your skin, back and forth. Instantly you began to feel relief. Your mind was fixated on the burning pain of your wrist rather than being stuck in your head.  Blood smeared across your delicate wrist by the time you were done.  There wasn’t enough blood to be concerned about, no mass amount of blood loss or anything like that.  But it was enough.  Enough to get out of your head, even if it was briefly.

After washing off the blood, only deep red gashes were left on your skin and you pulled your sleeve back down; the razor blade going right back into your makeup bag and under the counter.

Now you were exhausted. Your bed was calling your name and you curled up into your silk sheets.  You cried yourself to sleep.

~~~

It was dark when you woke up.  You winced when you brushed your arm against your thigh; the pain a welcome feeling.  

Looking at the clock, it was just after midnight.  And you weren’t feeling much better.  Sure, the pain helped with the anger, but now you just wanted to drown your feelings. And you wanted a cigarette.   Lucky for you there was a 24/7 hour liquor store a few blocks away from the tower.  

Changing into a pair of dark washed skinny jeans, you put a long black and gray flannel over your long sleeved shirt and slipped on a pair of shoes.  

Grabbing your credit card and I.D., you headed to the door.  Where you stopped dead in your tracks.  They had locked you in here.  Holding your breath, you turned the door knob and nearly jumped for joy at the fact that the door was now unlocked.  

Walking down the hallway, you flipped off Steve’s door with your middle finger, pushed open the door to the stairs and ran like a bat out of hell.

~~~

That evening, Steve lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.  Bucky had been called on a last minute short mission with Natasha.  

Steve couldn’t comprehend what had happened to you.  Why were you acting out all of a sudden?  Was he and Bucky not giving you enough attention?  Was there something that you were hiding from them that they could possibly help you with?  He had seen the anger in your eyes.  Heard the anger in your voice.  He didn’t know you could even have that kind of anger inside of you.  From the short amount of time that he had known you, he just didn’t think it possible.  You seemed perfect.  Sure, everyone had flaws, but when he was being a total jerk to you that first night you met, you still forgave him.  Not everyone would have done that.  

As he lay in bed, his mind replayed memories of him and Bucky in the past during the war.  He could understand the anger that you had, even though he didn’t know the reasoning behind it.  When him and Bucky were in the war, they had so much anger in them too.  It was because of the war.  The war did things to them.  They had been rough with women during the war because of it.  At the time, they only had each other’s marks.  They liked to share women together.  Hell, Steve had to admit it was nice getting that anger out. They never once hit the women; that wasn’t in their nature.   But god were they rough with them in bed.  He found out that some women even liked it, which honestly surprised him for the 40’s.  

But that was back then. When he woke up from the ice, he had noticed he had another new mark right below Bucky’s and he was delighted. He had another soulmate out there and he’d have a chance to be happy again since Bucky was gone.  Or so he thought.  When he found out Bucky was alive and well, he was even more ecstatic. To have his best friend, his brother back and to share a woman together was a dream for them.  

He hadn’t had any of that anger recently, not like he had in the war.  Until now.  Now, he and the team kept going in circles trying to find the new leader of Hydra.   But nothing was working.  And now he had you to deal with.  You acting out the way you were was making him furious.

Just then, Steve was alerted to an email.  It was from Tony.  Steve asked him if he could look into your past and Tony had come through.  

He sat up and turned the lamp on, scrolling through the email Tony had sent you.  It was police files about your ex John Smith.  He kept scrolling through, reading the words at a quick glance until he came upon a video.  He clicked play.

“And how often did he hit and rape you,” the police officer who sat across from you asked.

Steve noticed how small you looked, curled in on yourself.  He could see bruises on your face, your lip split open.  

“As often as he wanted to,” you replied with a soft shrug. “Mainly when I acted out though. If I did or said something he didn’t like, that’s when I would get it the worst.”

The cop spoke up.  “So he thought that beating and raping you would turn your attitude around?”

“It did.  It always did,” you whispered.

Steve jumped out of bed and marched to your door.  He wanted nothing more than to talk to you about all of this.  Right now.  

“Open Y/N’s door F.R.I.D.A.Y,” Steve commanded as he waited in the hallway.  

“I’m sorry Captain Rogers but I must say it is no use,” came the A.I’s voice.  

Steve put his hands on his hips, looking at your door.  He didn’t want to, but he would use force to open it.  He and Bucky agreed to give you all the privacy you needed, but he really needed to talk to you.  

“What do you mean F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Miss Y/N left her room and the building a half hour ago.”

Steve’s head snapped towards the elevator.  “With who?” he barked out as he rushed into his room and grabbed a black hoodie, pulling it over his head.  

“Nobody.  She left alone.”

Steve stilled his movements. Not only had you been acting out, like a brat, a damn child and throwing a glass object at his head.  Now you had left the tower, alone, in the middle of the night.  His hands were balled into fists, his jaw clenched tight like a clamp.  In this exact moment, Steve had enough.  He punched the door to his room.  The punch went clear through the door making a gaping hole.  Steve had snapped.

[wtfevenismypage]

Observer, Not Profiler

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: You’re similar to a profiler, but you can tell almost anything about a person just from a single glance. What they had for dinner, if they took a bath or shower, their name, favorite color, if they lie, even if they’re good in bed. You’ve been running from the government ever since you got caught hacking into their systems and since then you have been diagnosed with Extreme anxiety, anxious tics, and paranoia. But now the BAU need you’re help in Identifying killers.

Warnings: panic attacks, Strong language, mentions of murder and rape.4

A/N: I have no fucking clue what I’m talking about when it comes to the fake profiling, if it’s possible, or if trauma is how it’s caused, plus I’m exhausted so just roll with it please

“We have less than two days to find this guy before he kills again. What the hell are wee gonna do?”

Everyone sat in silence, contemplating and thinking about Derek Morgan’s words.

Sighs are heard all around before A youthful genius speaks.

“What if we brought someone else in? A-another profiler? Hotch, what about that girl from a few years ago, her friends said she could tell anything about anyone from a single glance? What if we brought her in?”

Aaron Hotchner rushes to his computer, frantically typing things into the screen and looks at the rest of his team.

“That should fish her out.”

Running from the government was difficult. You couldn't be in one place for more than a year, Never make friends, stay quiet, change your numbers and any personal information every six months, and if you see the police... Run.

You’ve lived like this for six years, ever since you were fifteen.

The reason you’re running is simple, yet hilarious.

Your best friend told you to hack into the governments to see if birds really do spy on us for the government. Of course you never found an answer because they already kicked you out before getting to it.

Then they came for you, at least ten swat cops raided your house, held a gun to your head as they searched the rooms.

When a group of profilers came in, and watched as you told them what they ate for lunch the day before, when they showered last, when the last time they had sex was, and shocked faces spread all around as you did the same with the swat cops, even though they were covered.

You’re currently watching you’re small T.V in horror, watching the news come unraveled.

“This woman has brutally murdered thirteen people, please, if you know anything, don’t hesitate to call us.”

Your face was plastered all over the news, every channel had your face on it.

You’ve never killed a single person. The closest you ever got was kicking a CIA agent in the groin and banging his head against your knee, but that hurt you more than it hurt him.

The woman speaking was a blonde woman with blue eyes, she has a petite stature that tells a lot more than any normal human would think.

Jennifer.

That had to be her name. She was an interrogator when you were originally taken in. 

Her face as you told everyone about the last time she had sex was hilarious. 

It was even better when it was confirmed to be true.

You frantically run around, grabbing a bag of runaway essentials and an apple before rushing out of your apartment and running as fast as possible, trying to get as far away as possible from this old life.

The street was littered with cops, they were practically on every street corner, talking to everyone they can see.

Panic and stress fill your senses quickly, causing you to break into a run down an alley way.

Yet of course, a few cops see you and chase you, because they’re cops and they see everything apparently.

You keep running, even when you feel like you can’t run anymore you keep running because if you get caught you’ll see them again, you know you will.

You’ll see those profilers.

They’re still chasing, but you start to slow down, unable to speed your slow jog to a run.

One of the cops tackle you to the ground, pinning your arms behind your back before shouting a slur of words.

But you can’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears.

you were caught. They think you murdered someone. Multiple people even.

A single tear rolls down your face as they cuff you, lifting you to your feet and dragging you away.

The team stared at you from behind the two-way mirror, watching as you twiddle your thumbs and stare confused as your head jerks to the side quickly.

“What’s up with her head?”

“Anxious Ticking, she was diagnosed with extreme anxiety and minor Paranoia soon after being caught. Anxious ticking is a system of these. she’s been looking over her shoulders for six years, so it’s no wonder she has these symptoms.”

Spencer answer’s Morgan’s question while looking at the young girl.

He was so intrigued by you. Another child genius like himself, hacking into the government at 15, and you could tell anything about anyone just by looking at them, yet you didn't like being called a profiler.

He was truly puzzled by you.

Your head tics to the side again, and you feel a red heat smack itself on your cheeks.

You knew they were watching you from behind the mirror, you just didn't know who they were. And ticking was always your biggest insecurity. You hated doing it in front of other people.

The door clicks open and you jump in your seat. You look up to see who it is.

A dark man with thick black eyebrows, he has a little beard and mustache, just covering his chin and upper lip, his build is lean and muscly, but not super muscly.

“Derek. Y-Your name is Derek.”

He nods with a kind smile, sitting down in front of you.

“Your name is Y/n.”

You nod and look down at your wrists, which are chained together with handcuffs.

“I didn’t... I didn’t hurt anyone...”

You whisper out with a shaky breath and tears in your eyes.

He nods knowingly, leaning back on the chair he’s in.

“We know you didn’t. We had to get you out of hiding somehow. This was the only way.”

You stare at him for a long time, shock moving in with the fear in your stomach.

“W-why? So th-that you could a-arrest me for hacking into the- the gov-government?” 

He looked at you, concern shielded by confusion as he stands, walking around you to the coffee machine. Your head swivels around, following his every move  with your eyes, making sure he doesn't hurt you.

The rest of the team watches as Morgan speaks, asking you about your age.

“tw-twenty one. I’m... I’m twenty one.”

They were in awe as they watched your eyes study Morgan, you travel all over his body.

“Y-you’re thirty three...You’re name is D-Derek and you’re thirty... three.”

“How the hell does she do that?”

Everyone looked at Reid, hoping for an explanation.

“It could be an effect of a traumatic childhood, often times children learn to just pick up behaviors but there have been a few very rare cases where they learn to pick up more than that. It’s dependent on their intelligence and education though. I’ve never seen a case like this though. It isn’t just looking and getting their name magically, it’s studying everything and narrowing it down.”

“Cool party trick. But shouldn't we be asking about how she hacked into the government at 15?”

“Well for one, she’s terrified right now, she wouldn’t tell us if we asked her. Morgan’s trying to get her to calm down right now. And two, if she was skilled enough, she could hack into the government. The techies of the government should have caught her as soon as she made her first attempt. I don’t understand how she made it through all of the firewalls and blocks.”

The team continued to watch as your wrists painfully slam together twice, causing the coffee cup in your hand to splash onto your lap. An embarrassed blush crawls up your neck as you apologize three times.

 Reid writes this down under your tics. So far he had head-jerking and wrist bumping.

“She doesn’t like when people watch her ticking. To her it’s embarrassing. Reassure her that it’s alright, chances are someone or multiple people have put her down about this.”

Spencer informs Morgan through the ear piece while you rub at the now warm spots on your legs.

“It’s alright, don’t apologize for it, it’s a natural instinct, we’ve seen it before.”

You turn to the two way mirror, once again made aware of the other people watching you.

“I... Ho-how many people are... Wa-watching?”

You ask, voice shaking in a low whisper that you only wanted him to hear.

“There’s six people out there, the rest of my team. You saw three of us six years ago, but two people since then have resigned.”

You nod at his words, feeling tiny again as your wrists slam together again.

There was Jason, he seemed scary, a serious look was on his face but his words were kind, he tried to calm you down.

Next was Derek, He was emotionally charged, he yelled at you every time you moved, but it was only in fear that you were going to hurt anyone else.

Then Elle. She was so kind despite carrying a gun, she held a normal conversation with you as if you were a scared girl, and not a criminal like everyone else treated you.

Next was Aaron, He scared you the most. he held a gun to you the entire time and spoke to you like you were scum, he treated you with confusion and sent tears to your eyes.

Lastly was the nameless genius. You never were able to figure out his name, you knew that he was a genius as you were, but you couldn’t tell a single thing about him.

“Is Elle there? can I talk to her?”

You speak, a small smile creeping onto your face. He chuckles and smiles, leaning forward in his chair.

“Unfortunately Agent Greenaway has resigned.”

The smile falls as you begin twiddling your thumbs again.

“W... What about the long haired man? He was very t-tall, and skinn-skinny... He-he’s smart... very smart... Am I... Am I able to talk to him?”

Derek thinks for a moment before standing up.

“let me check with the team.”

He walks away, through the door and leaving you alone in the room.

“She wants to talk with Reid.”

Morgan states as he walks into the room with the rest of his team, looking at Reid who looks pretty terrified.

“She doesn’t know his name.”

“Well it has been six years.”

“She has an eidetic memory. And it would be difficult for anyone to forget any little detail from the day she started running.”

“So should we send Reid in?”

“It’s up to you Reid. She doesn’t prove to be a threat.”

Reid stands up and looks at the girl with tears in her eyes one last time before slowly stepping into the room.

You jump at least three feat when the door clicks open, staring at the new man with wide eyes. He apologizes and sits down in front of you.

“Yo-your name is... It’s... I can’t... I can’t read you. I can’t ev-even tell how old you are...”

His eyes widen as he smiles a little bit, trying to calm your nerves.

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.”

You smile a little at finally discovering his name, you’ve been thinking about it ever since you got away.

“Dr. Spencer Reid.”

The tears that cloud your vision finally fall, dripping onto the table.

“I’m sorry. I-I don’t know why I’m cry-crying...”

You stutter out, looking down to wipe your tears away.

“No need to apologize, it’s understandable considering the amount of stress you’re receiving right now.”

“Um... Am I... Am I going to jail?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, thinking about what to say before scratching his head.”

“No I don’t believe so, There was no big harm done with the hacking, so The worst you’ll have to deal with is quite a bit of questioning. No, what we brought you in for is help. We understand you have the ability to profile people with a single loo-”

“No.”

You speak in a loud tone which causes Reid to jump a little, and the rest of the team is put on edge at your sudden tone.

“I’m not... I’m not a pro- a profi... I’m not one of you.”

You curse yourself in your head for yelling, you really didn’t want any of this attention.

“I understand that. I’m sorry, You are able to identify anything about a person by just looking at them, and we need your help with that.”

You look at the mirror, staring at your own reflection for a while before asking a question.

“I don’t have a choice do I?”

His lips stretch into a thin line, his cheeks puffing out where his lips end, and he shakes his head.

“Of course you have a choice. You can say no, and you’ll be free to live your life, or you can help us, we’ll pay you a respectable amount, make sure you have a place to stay for a few months, and make sure you can see your friends again.”

Tears flowed down your face freely when he said you could see your friends. Your friends were your entire life before this. After your parents kicked you out for being an athiest, you lived with your best friend since the age of 13.

“I... I’ll help... I’ll help.”

He genuinely smiles, holding his hand out with a small item in his hands.

“Go ahead and unchain yourself, when you’re ready the rest of the team and I are right outside and we’ll brief you.”

He drops the key in front of you before standing, awkwardly waving, and then he walks out leaving you alone in the room.

You try to pick the key up, but seeing as both hands are chained underneath the table, so you sit awkwardly, your gaze switching between your hands, the key and the door, but you can’t call out for Spencer, the panic in your lungs are taking all the air, not letting you speak. 

“Should someone help her?”

“No. I would like to see how she gets out of this.”

Hotch tells Morgan before watching you kick the other end of the table, bouncing the key towards you.

It slides into your lap, which you quickly thrust your hips up to get to your hands, and you get yourself out of the cuffs.

Your fist quickly comes into contact with your forehead, another new tic.

You look at the mirror again before walking to the door and grabbing the knob, twisting it open and looking inside.

Your eyes flashed over the six people multiple times, identifying their names and ages. Some from memory, and others from your knowledge.

“Thank you for agreeing to help us. If you’ll follow us please. Dave, I want you and Morgan at the crime scene again. JJ, set up a press conference. Reid And Prentiss, You two and I are working on victimology with Miss Y/n.”