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ju1cyfru1t · 8 months

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Hallo! I love your headcanons and I would like to request the boys either receiving a cheek smooch from reader as thanks for saving them or accidentally smooching their crush (how would the boys react).

Thank you! (°▽°)

Thank youuuuuu🫶🏻 hope you like it

Rise! Donnie, Leo, Raph, and Mikey (separately) getting a kiss on the cheek from crush! reader after saving them

Fluff! :D gn reader

You ran down a hallway in the foot clan base, panicking as you looked around for somewhere, anywhere, to hide. They said they wouldn’t leave you alone! You hear running behind you, but you know it isn’t those idiots.

You come to a dead end and your stomach drops as the footsteps are slowing down, approaching you hastily.

The soldier swings his sword, the blade grazing your skin as your arm reached up to defend yourself and knocking you to the floor with a loud yelp.

“Y/N? Y/N! Is that-“ an all too familiar voice calls from down the hall, taken aback seeing you on the ground before jumping into action to protect you.

Raph

“Y/N! Are you ok? I’m so sorry, we shouldn’t have left ya! I didn’t even realize-“ Raph kneeled beside you, grabbing your arm gently and observing it, his face held nothing but concern.

“ Raph, shhh it’s fine, I’m fi- oh!” Raph swiftly picked you up to carry you away.

“We better get ya to Donnie so he can check out that cut. Even though I handled it, like a boss.”

“Yeah, you really did.” You rested your hand on his plastron, leaning up and planting a small peck to his cheek. “Thank you for saving me, Raph.”

He was not expecting that, a shiver ran down his spine and his body heating up at the gesture. Raph felt like his heart might explode in his chest, he couldn’t even look at you right now but he couldn’t help but smile giddily.

“err…yeah, no problem!”

Mikey

“Oh mi gosh! Are you okay?! We were so worried!” Mikey helped you to your feet, slinging your non-hurt arm over his shoulder to help you walk. Even though you didn’t really need it…

“Yeah, I think so…Mikey?” He looked up at you, evidently still worried, “thank you for rescuing me.” You leaned in, giving him a small kiss on his deep green cheek.

“Of course! I-“ The realization hit. Michael blinked a few times with sparkling eyes, a genuine, loving smile spread across his face. “Anytime! Now, let’s get back..”

Donnie

Expect a lecture.

“Y/N! Are you hurt?” He kneeled beside you, grabbing your arm and sliding down his goggles to observe the small cut.

“No, Donnie, I’m fine.” Donnie let out a breath of relief.

“What were you thinking?! I told you not to wander off!” The change in attitude was concerning but you gasped in offense.

“You left me! I didn’t wander off!” Donnie helped you to your feet and you brushed yourself off.

“I-…That is not the point!” Oh, but it was.

“Look, I’m really sorry you had to come save me, Donnie, but I’m ok!” You knew he was just worried, even if he didn’t show it. He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Ok! Ok.”

“Come on, let’s go.” You grabbed his hand, pulling his arms uncrossed. You kissed his cheek quickly and softly, “Thank you, Donnie.”

Donnie just stood there frozen, his jaw dropped in shock. He slowly reached his hand up to touch where you kissed him, feeling the heat in his face. He couldn’t believe it. He was overwhelmed, he felt so many emotions all at once.

“Donnie, let’s go!” “Right…sorry.”

Leo

Probably forgot he was saving you in the first place.

“Oh yeah! Leo-1, foot cla- oh my god, Y/N!” He rushed over to you, kneeling and placing a hand on your shoulder as you sat up.

“Ugh, thanks, Leo…” you groaned, pushing yourself up all the way to stand.

“Yeah, kind of a hero, but it’s whatev..” He smirked playfully, inside he was relieved that you were ok. “Shouldn’t your knight in shining armor get a little reward?” He tapped his cheek, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, but gripped his shoulder as you complied and kissed his cheek. “We should go find the others, Leo.”

He stared at you with wide eyes, he never expected you to actually do it but hey, he wasn’t complaining. Definitely would brag to his brothers later. He was screaming on the inside.

“Are you just gonna stand there and gawk?”

“…yeah.”

“..Well, stop. You look stupid.”

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aitsuheart · 3 months

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i have this head canon for kh4 and have 0 ppl to talk to abt it ( maybe ill make a blog or write a fic ) but like riku saves sora from quadratum and since we all love angst, a part of riku saving him and bringing him back is sacrificing the memories sora has of him - so sora would come out with no memory or no relationship with Riku, but Rikus willing to do it to save sora. To do said saving Riku will have to sacrifice his body in some way ( not like lose a limb sacrifice but his body would be shattered in some way - idk i really like the idea of riku with mega scars and those scars representing his undying love for sora ) and they come out of quadratum passed tf out, everyone rushes to barely save rikus life and sora wakes up with 0 memory of him. Kairi's pissed, the king is pissed - EVERYONE is pissed like Riku cmon how could you do that to yourself and to sora but whatev , time passes on and the MoM shows up to fuck some shit up and Sora goes on another adventure ( basically what kh4 would be - travelling to worlds collecting soras lost memories ) while Riku and Mr Michael Mouse try to find a way to beat MoM. At the end of this process Sora meets up with the Radiant Garden group and Aerith - through her super magic powers - is somehow able to give Sora his memories of riku back bc Soras heart will never be complete without Riku ( def with the help of kairi - like having your past love find your true love kind of deal? ) and Soras like "Where is he, where is Riku?" and in their adventures trying to find Riku they figure out through his lineage that hes either the King of Light or the King of Kingdom Hearts. Anyway, Riku and Mickey are facing off against MoM and Riku is , stupidly, abt to sacrifice his life again for like.....everyone.....and Sora shows up like NO SIR MISTER MAN basically stops him yelling "HES THE KING, HES THE KING PROTECT HIM" and basically saves Riku like a knight in shining armor protecting his king. they realize their love for each other, destroy MOM ( through the power of true love ) and live together happily ever after. thoughts?

I definitely have some thoughts and I do love a good angst and this has it, Riku saving Sora requires him to lose all his memories of him

It's not like they already were missing in this case before he had them but by saving Sora he loses all the ones of him

And Riku would because that's how he is, he is selfishly selfless for Sora and would do anything to save him even if it means dying or risking his own happiness like in kh3 sacrifice and kh2 becoming Ansem's form to awaken Sora

Him being on the verge of death is so great to me and the others are clearly upset since he's not thinking about his own worth again and would do anything for Sora. All his scars being all the times he sacrificed for him like even perhaps in previous games such as when he took a blow during that Xemnas fight.

Sora traveling around collecting his memories of Riku sounds interesting and there's so many possibilities. There could be more parallels of what happened between them through Disney worlds as well.

Also I like the idea of Kairi and Sora past relationship mention and that she can help Sora remember Riku. Kairi probably knows what's up with them and Sora probably has no idea at this point and maybe help him realize through gaining some memories.

Riku is of course always sacrificing himself and just sees his life as not really valuable but with knowledge that he's this king Sora saves him.

Love a good knight in shining armor saving a princess, being tied to them once again. Riku needs saving, Sora is the knight rescuing him from darkness and in this case sacrificing himself.

Riku being king of light perhaps relates to royal bloodline theory?

Their love for each other saving everything would definitely something that could happen in the games since friendship and love seems to play an importance.

Some of my first thought after reading for the first time was this is really good and so terrible at what Riku did to save Sora.

I think this has some fun and interesting potential. I'll be curious if you ever make a blog or even write a fanfic about it.

#aitsu heart asks #anon ask #kingdom Hearts #kh4 #post Quadratum #soriku #long post #I actually really liked this #I remember my first read through i was thinking WHAT that's so terrible i love that in regards to Sora losing his memories #and Riku sacrificing himself with him being on the brink of death #everyone getting mad at him as they should he's needs to understand his life is important too and Sora wouldn't want him to just #throw it away easily for him and to take care of himself too #headcanon #been meaning to respond for awhile but it was long and tumblr been glitching with asks lately where you can't edit them in drafts #so i wrote this all in one go #if anon ever makes something relating to this idea though #it has really good potential #scheduled post

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spookychick78 · 11 months

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Final Girl

Janie’s Got A Gun

Michael Myers X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Violence/Gore, threats of SA

Word Count: 1,753

He had been up since the beginning of dawn watching. He hadn't seen any signs of movement since the night before, but finally something gave. The man in the mask strode out of the house. He walked slowly towards the edge of the trees and disappeared within them.

He knew he had to be sure he was gone and wouldn't return any time soon. He didn't want to risk his plan being foiled. A few hours had passed before he decided the masked man wouldn't be returning any time soon. His chance was now.

"It's time for you and I to spend a little quality time together, (y/n)," he said as he checked his pistol's chamber one last time.

Her eyes were just beginning to open. Her hand went for the spot where Michael’s had been, but couldn't find it. She looked to find he was gone. She let out a sigh and decided maybe she would just sleep until he returned, not thrilled with the idea of being in an empty house all day again. She heard the front door fall and felt a little excitement in her stomach, maybe he hadn't left after all. She sat up and listened to the footsteps coming down the hallway and her excitement was slowly replaced with a sinking feeling. They weren't Michael's. She had grown accustomed to his gentle footfall, his slow pace and the sound his heavy boots made on the floor. These were unfamiliar and menacing.

She shot out of the bed and looked to Michael's usual spot on the floor but nothing was there. He had taken his knife. The footsteps drew closer. She frantically scanned the room for anything she could use to defend herself if needed. Her eyes fell upon a curtain rod that rested in the corner of the room. She ran to it and held it like a bat in her tight grasp. The intruder's familiar form made it's way into the door frame. Her stomach churned when a smile spread across his face.

"Daniel," she said through gritted teeth.

"Long time no see," he said, that wicked grin still hanging about on his face.

"It hasn't been long enough," she replied.

The smile finally fell and was replaced with a hateful glare.

"No, no, no, I disagree," he started as he moved closer, she raised the curtain rod in defense and he held up his hands, "in fact, you've been out here breathing for far too long. You didn't give my brother that same curtesy, did you?"

"He got what he deserved," she spat back, "you will too."

"That what you think? Are you gonna do it?" He teased, "Or, let me guess, lover boy with the mask is gonna come save you."

She didn't gratify that with a response, she only held the rod tighter.

"I don't think he is," he said in a dark tone, "tell me something. You didn't have the guts to kill him, did you? You got your knight in shining armor to do your dirty work."

"I may not have killed him, but I sure did love watching him die," she said with a taunting grin.

"You bitch," he sneered.

She chuckled, "It's funny, he said the same thing before he died."

He lunged at her and she swung the rod as hard as she could. He toppled over but quickly managed to grab hold of her foot. She fell onto the wood and it knocked the breath out of her. He pulled her far enough away from the rod, but she swung her arm back to punch him. He pulled his gun and held it to her head. She glared up at him hatefully.

"Do it," she said calmly.

He pushed it harder against her head and laughed, "You think you're getting out of this that easily?"

He stood up, gun still aimed right at her, "No, I don't think so. You're gonna beg for me to kill you, (y/n)."

"Try me."

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her up by it and forced her head back with the gun against her jaw. He let it drag down her neck and down to her chest, he used it to pull her shirt down. She pulled back, but couldn't get out of his grasp. He chuckled.

"Still keeping up the good girl act, are we," he said in a husky voice that made her skin crawl.

He forced his lips against her ear and she closed her eyes in disgust, "We both know you're just a little whore."

Her knee shot up and got him just above where she wanted to, but it was enough to get him off of her at least for a moment.

"You're just digging you're grave deeper," he sneered before he backhanded her with as much force as he could manage.

She fell back, wincing as her fingers felt the blood coming from the side of her mouth. Her hatred was bubbling over at the thought that she wouldn't be able to overpower him. She closed her eyes when she heard the sound of him undoing his belt. Her heart dropped.

"Now, why don't you give me a little taste of what you've been doing for that masked freak to keep you around," he tossed the belt to the side and began to undo his jeans, "what was his name again?"

She opened her eyes and smiled. He already seemed so small in comparison to her 'lover boy' standing behind him.

"Michael."

He chuckled, "Well, you won't be screaming his name anymore after I'm done with y-"

His sickening words were cut short by the blade in his back. She cherished his pained expression as Michael lifted his stunned body into the air. With one hand, he pushed him off his blade and allowed him to fall to the floor in front of her. Somehow, he was still alive, but barely. She tried to stop him as he grabbed the gun he'd dropped and aimed it at Michael.

"No!" She cried as she watched him unload his pistol into Michael's chest.

He stumbled backwards through the door frame and his body fell. She ran to him and her tears fell like rain onto the blue cloth of his coveralls. She tried to shake him back to life, but it was no use. He was still. Her heart had never ached so badly, but her mourning was interrupted.

She heard Daniel pulling the trigger of the empty pistol he had aimed at her, as if he was imagining her death before his overtook him. She took Michael's knife out of his hand and stood up. He continued pulling the trigger as she stood over him.

"I think I'll make you beg now," she said.

She grabbed the pistol from him and stuck it in the back of her jeans. He was truly defenseless. The fear that was building up in his eyes was fueling her. It was like she had a second chance to complete the mission she had previously had. She felt invincible. She pressed her foot firmly down on his shin and the crunch it made filled the silent house along with his screams. He looked down in horror and then back up at her. She wasn't even sure how she had done it. She smiled back before she pressed down further. The sound of bones breaking beneath her was almost addicting. His life ending only added to her growing strength. He let his head fall back with a thud and she allowed him a moment while she decided what she would do next. He weakly lifted his head back up and fear filled his eyes once again. It was more than before this time and he wasn't looking at her. She turned to see Michael had stood back up. He was alive. She was in complete shock.

He walked past her and grabbed the man's throat and lifted him off the ground. He held him up high as he squeezed tighter and tighter. The man clawed at his grip, but it was no use. His kicking and fighting began to slow as he started to give in. To truly finish him off, Michael lowered him back down so the man could see him. He tilted his head, then swiftly turned the man's jaw and snapped his neck. The crack echoed off the walls.

Then silence. She backed herself out of the room and against the wall of the hallway. Her mind was racing as she watched him stand over yet another kill that should have been her’s. On top of that, he had been shot six times. She saw him die. She glanced over his chest to see that he had indeed been shot and she hadn't imagined it, but there they were. Six bullet holes clear as day in his clothes. She was too stunned to do anything but sit there and stare.

Michael grabbed the man's limp arms and dragged him down the hallway and out into the night. As he walked, he was having an internal war. He cursed himself for ever having left her in the first place. Had he been here, the body he was dragging wouldn't have made it into the house. He knew it had awakened that need in her again. He saw it firsthand this time. The way she fed off his death. She was changing or maybe that darkness in her had always been there, it was just overlooked. It made him want to kill the man over again for revealing that part of her.

He found a small dip in the ground and decided he would leave him there. When he kicked him in, something fell out the man's pocket. It was a piece of paper. Michael picked it up and read over the article carefully. It was about her, about the murder. It was like the monster was determined to torture her from the grave. Or maybe he was torturing Michael. If she wasn't already becoming more like him, this would seal her fate. He decided he couldn't let her see this, it would only worsen things. He laid it down near the body, but covered it up with some dirt just in case.

He didn't want to look at the man's face any longer, nor did he want to think of her any differently. It was done. She was safe. For now.

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They fuck, and then they don’t say anything.

The blanket is lying uselessly at the end of the bed. It’s getting cold, but putting it on would make it too hard to leave. Impossible to leave. It would mean Michael was staying.

But he’s not leaving, blanket or not. He lies on his side and waits and ponders on what they just did. He watches Trevor’s back, can see cum leaving a wet spot on the sheets as it leaks out of his ass.

Maybe it was a mistake, but it felt so good for a mistake, so easy and familiar. Maybe he should reach for Trevor, but he’s facing away, curling into himself. Michael considers the fact that Trevor might want him to leave but just can’t bring himself to say it. And Michael can’t bring himself to go because he’s still waiting for something he doesn’t quite understand.

And Trevor, pressing his fingernails into his palms, forces himself to stay awake until Michael’s gone because he has gone to sleep with Michael in his bed and woken up alone too many times already.

Just put me out of my misery and go.

But he doesn’t say it, doesn’t want to give Michael permission.

So they don’t fall asleep, but they don’t talk, either. Neither even moves, as if something would be indefinitely broken if they did.

It could be hours later until Michael’s insomnia gives him a break, and he feels his eyes drooping.

He still doesn’t feel like leaving, so he does the only thing that makes sense; he curls up against Trevor, lies on the spot that has dried already, and covers them with the blanket. Hand on his waist, lips on the back of his neck.

Trevor falls asleep in minutes after Michael’s breathing against his neck reveals he’s not awake anymore.

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Do you trust me enough to let me do anything to you, I asked and when he did not hesitate, I reminded him that my garden was full of broken glass.

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“Hey, T,” he murmured, shifting on his feet to stay warm.

“Hey,” Trevor croaked back, voice a bit rough after his performance. “My knight in shining armor.”

Michael smirked at him before blowing out smoke. “You’re no damsel in distress. I think the dragon suited you better.”

“Maybe,” Trevor hummed slightly melancholically. He was used to being the bad guy. “Either way, it was a fun day. The best, according to Tracey.”

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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What would Terry be like as an overprotective older brother? Lets say his sister came to him very upset because she caught her husband cheating on her, what would Terry do?

Have you ever watched The Godfather when Michael Corleone makes do of his sister's abusive husband by way of killing him? Or when another of her brothers assaults him in broad daylight? I mean, is Terry Silver that much different from the mob? Especially when his loved ones would be concerned?

I think not.

It is just that someone betraying someone his, in this case, lets say, a sister, is free reign for Terry to do whatever to this guy with great relish; a guy already on thin ice by sheer virtue of being in a relationship with someone from his family, because truly, who is good enough, thinks the unbelievably possessive and territorial brother? It is almost like Terry was waiting for any excuse to hurt this man really badly anyway and now he finally can all while seeing a noble knight in shining armor for doing so --- the great equalizer and avenger. Terry can exact said revenge by ruining his life. Reputation. Sabotaging his job. Beating him up. Have someone else beat him up. Mess with the person(s) the cheating happened with. Torture him psychologically. Manipulate him. Gaslight him. Make him go absolutely insane. Set him up with something that has him winding up in jail. Kidnap him. Torture him. Mess with the breaks on his car, for all we know. Have the man beg for mercy and regret every single time he stuck his unworthy dick into someone else and have his liaisons regret every single time they laid down with his unfortunate brother-in-law. Everyone gets a taste of his ire. Doesn't matter what Terry does, although the creative scope of sadism ranges very far and very wide; but important thing is, this marriage is over and that fool is signing the divorce papers and getting out of his sister's life for good. If he's still left alive and whole to do so afterwards, of course. All hinges on the unreliable, volatile, bleak thing that is Terry Silver's mercy; literally it all depends whether his dear sibling would be happier if the husband lived or if he died and it is possibly the only thing that would get him to take a few steps back with any cruel plans he has made. Terry gets more invested in this cheating scandal than his own sister who was cheated.

But for all Terry is concerned, he was cheated through her.

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cassurrjoybell-30 · 4 months

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Cry Me A River - Chapter 23- Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"When the water starts boiling, it is foolish to turn off the heat."

Water fun

I turned amongst the feeling of warmth, engulfing me in a calming embrace.

'So warm.'

I slowly opened my eyes.

'The scent of exotic fruit.'

I looked down to a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist in a protective cage.

Confusion riddled my mind as I slowly turned until I was nose to nose with a familiar, raven haired man.

"Alastair?" I whispered in a hushed tone.

Nothing.

The only sound that escaped his slackened face were short breaths as his eyelashes twitched momentarily before stilling once again.

Confusion was all that filled my mind.

'What? How?'

The door squeaked open as I quickly pivoted my head away from Alastair's.

Michael stood by the entrance, silver tray in hand as he walked in with a cheerful smile.

"Good morning," he chirped.

I raised a brow.

"Did I miss a mating ceremony as I slept?"

"No," he laughed.

"Keith bought me a new toy."

"Uh huh."

'Why do I feel like there's some perverted underlying implication that I'm missing?'

He placed the tray on the footing of the bed as I turning my chin in Alastair's direction.

"Why is he in here?"

Michael sighed.

"He spent the whole night trying to find you, you know. He wouldn't let anyone sleep until he found you. Like some lovesick puppy," he scoffed.

"Keith eventually grew so irritated that I was afraid he would bash his head against the nearest wall."

My eyes widened at that

"But eventually, a maid found the room and told him. You should have seen his expression when he saw you wrapped around your pillow like a koala bear," he laughed.

"He ripped the damn thing from your body and replaced it with himself."

I giggled at that.

Jealous of a mere pillow.

"But Feyona..."

"Alastair threw her out of his room," he interrupted as a gasp escaped me.

"Yeah not exactly the most gentlemanly of actions. There she stood, the poor shivering girl, wrapped in nothing but a thin sheet as Alastair ripped the castle apart trying to find you."

"Where is she now?"

"With Hyde. To think the douche was her knight in shining armor when Alastair couldn't give two shits about her," Michael already began to munch on the cookies from the tray as he spoke with great enthusiasm.

'Sounds like he found the whole situation quite amusing.'

"I'm happy you came, River."

I smiled.

"Seriously, the castle was quite bland before you came. The most action we got was Alastair's conquests chasing him..." he stopped mid-sentence and cleared his throat.

"Not that, that matters anymore."

I felt my heart clench.

It shouldn't bother me anymore but it did.

Last night was proof of Michael's words, Alastair's conquests' chase was still occurring.

It never ended.

He just now had a mate at his side to witness it alongside him.

It was clear now what happened last night.

Alastair hadn't strayed, rather he was being chased, held onto by past conquests who couldn't let him go.

I felt Alastair stir beside me as Keith's voice resounded down the hall.

"Sugar?" Keith bellowed from a distance.

"Well then," Michael sighed.

"I guess that's my cue to go. River?"

I tore my eyes from Alastair's form.

"I know it may be hard, but communicate with him. Alastair loves you and would never hurt you. You have to keep that in mind before you run from him. He may seem strong on the outside but he's not as strong as he likes to portray himself as. When you left him, when you ran, it hurt him. I could see it on his face when he came to us to beg for your location. He was so scared, River."

I felt my eyes begin to tear up.

"He was so afraid of losing you. His mother died when he was so young, too young to experience such a loss. It took a toll on him. Keep that in mind," I nodded.

"I don't think he can handle losing someone else he loves."

"I understand," my voice cracked.

'I wasn't thinking. I was so selfish to run as I did.'

"Thank you," Michael said softly.

I smiled at him as he got up and ran towards Keith's shouting voice.

I went to reach down but something stopped my hand in its wake.

'Aah, the sling.'

I pulled it off and moved my hand around a bit.

It was still a bit sore but I was afraid of Alastair seeing me in a sling.

I didn't want him to feel worse than he already was.

'I hope he hadn't seen it.'

I peered back down.

He was so beautiful.

I placed my hand on his cheek, brushing gently across his soft, olive skin.

His eyes twitched before slowly opening, revealing a pair of hazel eyes, hazy with sleep.

His mouth widened as he looked up at me.

"Love," he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me down to his muscular chest.

I squeaked as he began to peck along my neck.

I pushed at his chest, trying to pull away from his ticklish antics.

He laughed before pulling my face to his and lightly brushing his lips against mine.

I felt my arms fall as he softly licked my lower lip.

'My will always seems to crumble beneath his heated tongue.'

I gasped as his tongue continued its heated path against my lips as if I were his favorite candy.

"You taste so good, love," he breathed out.

I felt myself shudder as his exotic scent brushed softly against my heated lips as if coaxing, playing.

"Alastair," I gasped.

He continued his soft assault on my lips, licking, coaxing oh so gently before ever so slowly pulling my shirt from my shaking form.

"No," I gasped.

His hands froze.

"What's wrong, love?"

"I probably smell."

He pulled away from his assault down my chin with a raised brow.

"I didn't get to change from my clothes from yesterday."

I covered my face with a pillow,.

"I slept in these. I probably stink."

A light laughter rang through the air as a pair of hands pulled the pillow from my face.

"Love, you could have slept in weeks old wear and I would probably not care."

"You wouldn't?"

He laughed.

"No."

"But... I smell," I tried to clarify.

"If you're so self-conscious about your scent we can always just take care of it."

"What?"

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2/2 ‘Oh for fucking hell, havent I suffered enough? Now i gotta see debbie? DEBBIE YOU SAID IT YOURSELF THAT HE IS A HOMOPHOBE?! Make up your mind girl. So when he doesnt do what you want him to, hes a homophobe but now that he went to check out the dead dudes place out, he’s knight in shining armor? You need better standards in men! OHHHH SO BC HES 55 THAT GIVES HIM THE RIGHT TO BE IGNORANT? Girl fuck him and fuck you too in 55 different ways. oh fuck you for bringing up Ben! That man might be boring but that is his only crime unlike the cop!’ And now he’s angry because Deb slapped Mikey but he also still has tears in his eyes over George so id say he’s doing well. ‘Oh no. The party. I forgot about this shit. NO JUSTIN. THIS IS BAD. This is the type of party you avoid. Dont take any drinks! Dont take any cigarettes! Don’t even blink. JUSTIN WHAT DID I JUST SAY? DO YOU EVER FUCKING LISTEN?!?!?! THAT BOY IS CLEARLY DRUNK!!’

‘Oh look its Brian and Ted, i am telling you this has potential but i don’t know how yet. oh my god! Ted mentioned that Brian has Justin, Bri Bri was quiet and then he tells ted why he doesnt have boyfriend! SO YOU AGREE BRIAN? You agree that Justin is your boyfriend? Speaking of your boyfriend, you need to go get him because i think he is in danger! Let’s go!!!’ He is once again loving Ted and Brian and its taking everything in me to not hint at their future friendship. ‘I actually like Mikey right now. He should be like this more often! Why is every show so obsessed with putting cops in it?’ And we are back at saps party and now lets all together pray for this man ‘JUSTIN WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT DRUGS DOES HE EVER LISTEN?!?! WHERES BRIAN?! DAMN IT I HATE THIS! JUSTIN GET BEHIND ME I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE! WHAT DID THEY GIVE HIM?! YOU LITTLE FREAK STAY AWAY! JUSTIN STOP TAKING HIS DRINKS IS THIS YOUR FIRST DAY ON EARTH?! WHAT THE HELL TYPE OF PARTY IS THIS? What are they doing?! GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF THEM! YOU DISGUSTING PIG! He said NO! OH NO OH NO! FIGHT BABY FIGHT! YOU GOT THIS! Oh thank fuck he’s safe, please tell me he’s safe?’ Immediately afterwards George is shown ‘pickle guy nooooo’ He fucking paused the tv to go to it and stroke Emmetts face bc he cant hug him since he’s in a tv.. ‘why did Brian avoid that detective like that? You know what? I get it and respect it.. oh you don’t hate, you just dont get it. WHATS THERE TO GET BRO? He likes dick, he sucks dick, he fucks dick. Its not rocket science, its just…a dick up the ass!’…’of for crying out loud, he made your arrest disappear, he didn’t cure cancer. If he was a real one he’d make the speeding ticket disappear too so i say he’s still a prick! NOW WHY IS HE APOLOGIZING TO DEBBIE? She never apologized to Ben, so why is he apologizing to her?! NO MICHAEL! Just when i liked you, you had every right to judge him! Ohh big woman gave ben cereal and now thinks that changes everything? Man fuck them all’ he actually let out a big breath of relief when he saw Justin, the man is scared and stressed! ‘Oh Blondie you’re okay! Youre good! Okay now let’s deal with that little freak, first of youre telling Brian and then maybe that weirdo cop can redeem himself to me by helping you! Oh Brian looks good. Hey Brian, we need to talk, all three of us! TEDIOUS?! LEFT EARLY?! QUIT?! Justin, i know its your own decision BUT FOR FUCKING HELL CAN SOMEONE LISTEN TO ME JUST ONCE!! tell brian! Please tell Brian!!! Oh is he gonna- HES TAKING THE OFFER!!! HELL YEAH!! OH I KNOW FOR A FACT BRIAN IS HAPPY! look at them! All cute and shit!…what’s happening…is Justin gonna.. OH MY GOD I DONT THINK THATS HAPPENED YET?! HAS IT? BRIAN! OKAY!!! Kinda sad that its almost as if Justin had to do that to feel some control. I’m mad again because of the party’ he then proceeded to get up and walk outside for a smoke and then came back in and went ‘okay i have a serious question, but i think youre kind of useless so i will just ask someone else *me trying not to be offended*’ and not even 10 minutes later i hear him go ‘I SWEAR ITS A SERIOUS QUESTIO-hello? Hello? Did you hang up on me?’ And then i received a text from my uncle saying ‘why is ___ asking about how gay sex works? And if it hurts?’ I actually had no reply so i had to ask the source himself to which he them rewinded the tape and paused it at bottom!brian and went ‘NO LUBE! NO NOTHING! So do they just stick it in like all macho and hope for the best? Or? Tell him to answer me because i have a lot of questions and im afraid to ask google!’ So that’s how my day went if anybody is wondering.

Yes the hypocrisy is so real around Ben-Michael Debbie-Carl and Debbie here really has no leg to stand on because Ben is just boring and Carl is a cop. So. Yeah. Team Brother all the way.

DOES HE EVER LISTEN - no, no he doesn’t. We love Justin but the boy is 18… he is a baby.

And also the show will never ever listen to you. If it did, S5 would not have gone down like that.

And then Justin topping (thank you Randy!) Like I said, some of us have been anticipating this and Brother Anon did NOT disappoint. I was betting that he would get hung up on what topping was called but no, our man went right in for wondering why there was no prep! (Does he think you’re kinda useless because you’re not having this type of sex? You don’t need to answer that but that’s what I wondered) and I’m dying that he called your uncle to ask. I cannot imagine asking my uncle anything like this. Or even my auntie because we’re closer. I love that your uncle also hung up on him. And that he (reasonably) is afraid to ask google. You can tell him to not get his sex ed from a 20 year old tv show.

Bless you anon. This is hilarious and you have been such a faithful scribe. Thank you for continuing to bring this joy to us.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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fernweh-writes · 3 years

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Hi dear, I hope you are doing well ♥ Could you please write headcanon how would slashers react to their s/o having a panic fear of spiders? Like she always freezes or scream when she sees even a really small spider.

(today I freaked out, when I saw the eight-legged monster above my bed and wish I had some big stabby men here, who would save me :) )

Spiders simply have to many legs and to many eyes

-Fern🌿

Slashers X S/O With Arachnophobia

Michael Myers

He simply cannot understand why you’re afraid of spiders. You’re not afraid of a giant man who murders people, but you’re scared of a tiny insect with eight legs? Yeah, okay, makes sense.

The first time he sees you screaming and freaking out over a spider, he thinks that it’s hilarious. Michael has never seen you so scared of anything before. Not even he managed to get that kind of reaction from you when he was considering killing you. It amuses him that you’re so afraid of a bug.

When you scream for him it never fails to freak him out. He thinks that you’re in danger. So when he just sees you pointing at the spider he considers letting you suffer and deal with it on your own.

Once he’s done watching you have your bug breakdown he will kill it for you. It is his job to protect you after all and while he does occasionally enjoy seeing the fear in your eyes, he would much rather you fear him. That small bug is stealing his thunder, so it has got to go.

Bo Sinclair

There is most definitely plenty of spiders in Ambrose. Majority of the places are run down on the inside, which makes them a safe haven for creepy crawlies. So unfortunately for you, there will be plenty of encounters with the eight legged horrors that are spiders.

The first time Bo hears you scream he panics, thinking that you’re in danger. So when he finds you pointing at a spider, it’s safe to say that he is a little bit upset.

At the same time he also finds it endearing and loves that you come running to him to save you. It shows that you trust him to protect you, even from little nuisances.

But still, even though he does think you’re being dramatic he’s quick to squash them. Bo knows that there’s plenty of spiders in Louisiana that could be dangerous and land you in the ER so he’s more than happy to handle them for you.

Be prepared for Bo to give you hell about your fear though. “What are you so scared for darlin’? The thing ain’t but the size of a dime, if that.”

Vincent Sinclair

He spends most of his time in dark, cool tunnels underground. There’s spiders absolutely everywhere in his workshop, Vincent is just used to them at this point.

Vincent does his best to keep you up in the house after the first time a spider crawls over your leg and you loose your mind. That effort lasted about all of one day considering he hates working alone now and misses your presence. Knowing that you want to be with him also doesn’t help his resolve any.

Used to try and save the spiders but eventually gave up. There’s simply to many of them in Ambrose, so saving them just doesn’t do any good.

Luckily, Vincent takes your fear of spiders very seriously. So anytime you call upon him to save you from the eight legged nuisances he is always quick to oblige.

If you interrupt his work though it may annoy him a little bit but he’ll never let you know that. He knows that you can’t help your phobia, but don’t expect him to stick around after he finishes the job. May also get a little bit of an attitude afterwards as well but always ends up apologizing.

Brahms Heelshire

Spiders don’t phase Brahms. He lives in the walls with plenty of them and has more than likely come to appreciate them. Which is very surprising for Brahms. So sometimes he tries to save the spiders and move them outside. Unless he’s been bitten by one.

If Brahms has been bitten by a spider before then it just turns into the two of you freaking out and arguing over who has to kill the spider.

“Be a gentleman, Brahms! You kill the spider.” “No! You kill it, you’re the one being paid!”

If you don’t want to deal with the spiders, all it takes is Malcolm stepping on one for you one time when you started freaking out. Brahms saw you thank him for it and got jealous. Now Brahms is your official protector from creepy crawlies, not Malcolm.

Thomas Hewitt

You’re going to have to get over your fear of spiders if you want to live in the Hewitt house. The old place does a terrible job of keeping the bugs outside so you’ll see them scurrying across the floor pretty frequently.

You know what they say, everything is bigger in Texas. Turns out, the spiders are no exception, so good luck.

Thomas is very busy and handles most of the chores for the family. He doesn’t have the time to run to your rescue every time you see a spider.

When he is with you he won’t hesitate to kill them for you though. Thomas isn’t afraid of people with weapons, why should he be afraid of a small critter with eight legs?

Luda Mae would honestly just look at you like your stupid if you tell her about your fear. Nonetheless any spider she sees it quickly whacked with an old newspaper before you even have a chance to see it.

Billy Loomis

“How come you never scream for me like that, babe?”

Billy thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that you’re afraid of something so small. You can date a murderer but an eight legged bug is where you draw the line?

While he loves to tease you about it, he will still save you from the spiders. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t? “Ask nicely and I might kill it for you.” “You’ll kill people but not the spider?” “You know what, just for that you can kill it yourself. Have fun!” Or maybe not…

Walks away but circles right back around when he hears you freaking out again. Then he gets dramatic about everything and starts huffing and rolling his eyes at you.

Stu Macher

Much like Billy, Stu teases you but in a less condescending way. Stu keeps his teasing more lighthearted, he just has a tendency to go to far with it from time to time.

Is also very dramatic and makes a whole scene out of killing the spider for you. Acts like he’s your knight in shining armor.

On the bright side, him being a complete dork distracts you from the spider. Unlike some people *cough cough Billy* he doesn’t delay the part where he kills the spider.

However, he does expect payment for saving you and protecting you from the big bad arachnid. It’s okay he accepts cuddles and kisses as a form of payment.

Jesse Cromeans

He has spent to much time on his murder sprees in the Deep South to be scared of spiders. Everyone knows that the south has plenty of deadly spiders and Jesse sin;t fazed by any of them so you can count on him to keep you safe.

There aren’t any spiders in his house either. Jesse has to much money to allow any sort of bugs get anywhere close to his house. Any time you see a spider within the house it’s most likely already dead anyways.

Jesse finds your fear of the bugs cute. It makes you seem so innocent. His sweet kitten isn’t afraid of him or what he does but they’re afraid of a tiny little spider.

Asa Emory

Asa doesn’t fear spiders, the spiders fear him.

Unlike the other slashers, Asa doesn’t tolerate bug homicide. Any time you find a spider in the house you better let him know so that he can safely get rid of it.

Some times he’ll keep the spiders that find their way into the house. Spiders are his favorite after all and native species are important for the environment.

Sadly, he would use your fear against you if he deems it necessary. As long as you listen to him though, there won’t be any issue.

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5

We back at it again because I love this right now

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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.

“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?”

“He is.”

“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.

“Is there a cure?”

“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent.

“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.”

“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister.

“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.”

“Alpha spark?”

“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?

“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.”

He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.”

“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?”

“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described.

“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek.

“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right.

I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding.

“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I want to. But I can’t.”

The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified.

“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet.

“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted.

“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly.

“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!”

I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.”

“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me.

“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”

“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.”

“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.

“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.

He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.”

“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-”

“Michael-” He started.

“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out.

“A what?!” He shouted.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.”

He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar.

“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.”

“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.” He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out.

“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine.

“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his.

“You can’t do that.”

He smirked, “I just did.”

“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed.

“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed.

“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection.

…

Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly.

The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back.

“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food.

“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them.

I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for.

“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out.

“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand.

“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.

We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him.

Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”

Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?”

Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw. I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.

“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”

Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”

“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”

“Stiles!” I scolded.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table.

“Which is…?” Stiles asked.

“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together.

“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement.

Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”

“It’ll heal if it works.”

“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.

Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!”

“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared.

“Derek.” I scolded.

Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound.

“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.

Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it!” He shouted.

Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!”

“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles.

“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic. I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated.

Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.”

Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked.

Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor.

“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.

“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor.

Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.

“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.

“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”

“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.

“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!”

When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.

“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away.

“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.

“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off.

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop.

“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off, “You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.

“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”

Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”

“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”

“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.

“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.

“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.

I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees.

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.”

“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own.

“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper.

He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him.

“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away.

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It’s A Nice Day For A White Wedding - m.l

Summary: You had been separated for years now and you thought you were free of him it wasn’t until he showed up to your wedding that your realized that was just a lie.

A/n: I literally started thinking about Brooke Thompson’s wedding and my brain fell down a rabbit hole and this was born.

WARNINGS: abuse, toxic relationship, kidnapping, self hate, murder.

It was going to be such a beautiful day.

You were finally going to marry the love of your life today. Well that was the plan, but like everything it didn’t go to plan.

Your husband and you joined hands smiling at each other and you couldn’t hold in the nervous giggles, He was such a good man. Such a sweet man.

You had meant at a Cafe when he’d spilled his drink on you when you walked in the door he was of course walking out and neither of you had bothered to pay any attention.

When he’d spilt his drink on you he had offered to pay for your drink and to take you out to make up for it. You’d agreed and the two of you had gotten along so well, That when Jonathan asked you to marry him you had to agree.

He smiled at you as he said “I do” and when the words “You may now kiss the bride” came out you clasped hands onto his cheek and kissed him excitedly

“We did it baby!” He chucked wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I love you so much”

“I love you too”

He picked you up and wrapped you in his arms twirling you around, The butterflies fluttered in your stomach furiously as you blushed and peppered kisses along his cheeks. You’d never been so happy in your life, And after the year you’d spent with Michael you never thought you would be.

All the cuts and bruises that covered your body, The scars that you thought no one could ever love. Jonathan pushed away every cruel thought and gave you love. He was your knight in shining armor.

He placed you down gently when the doors slammed open and you gasped as Jonathan shoved you behind his back.

“Hey man do you need something?”

“Actually yes I do”

The blood in your body seemed to run cold, You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and your body froze.

No it couldn’t be.

How would he find you.

“I’m looking for a girl I’m sure you know her quite well goes by the name Y/n?”

Jonathan’s grip on you tightened

“What’s your business with my wife?”

“Wife? Oh”

He erupted in laughter and you wrapped your arm around Jonathan in fear

“Come on out little mouse. You think I don’t see you?”

“Jonathan please we have to leave he’s insane”

“What do you mean?”

Jonathan turned around to look at you and as quick as he turned around several screams filled the room, Your husband turned around startled at then you saw it. Every guest was dead.

“What the fuck?”

“Jonathan run!”

He grabbed your waist but then it happened. His skin grew pale and his grip on you was much lighter, His beautiful eyes had been glazed over and his sweet face held no expression. Your husband was dead.

Jonathan fell to the floor with a thud and Michael stood there holding his heart looking you dead in the eyes and then he took a bite of your lovers heart.

You fell to the ground sobbing and laid your hands on his chest body wracking with your screams.

“Jonathan please! You can’t leave me here! You can’t leave me here”

You clenched his white shirt in your hands and shook him but it was too late. He was gone.

“Oh pet, don’t cry you know I enjoy it too much”

You looked up at him with pure hatred and disgust in your eyes

Michael dropped the heart onto the ground and pulled you up from your lovers corpse.

“Come on little mouse, You’ve got a lot to make up for”

It's a nice day to start again....

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For Forever (2/2)

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When Max had walked into the sheriff’s station to find Michael behind a cell, Michael had fully expected the resigned sigh.

“Seriously?” he asked. “I thought you were done with this.”

“Long got in my way.”

Max faltered. “Michael, tell me you didn’t actually throw Forrest into a window.”

Michael’s eye twitched at the idea, and the corner of his lips tugged upward in a smirk. “No,” he said, and Max’s shoulders slumped. “No, but his cousin is just as much fun to toss over a pool table.”

Max leaned against a desk, his arms crossed. A moment of silence, then, “You want to talk about it?”

“I was having a drink and he bumped into me,” Michael shrugged a shoulder. “Not much to talk about.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Max said quietly.

Michael’s smirk turned smaller. He knew exactly what his brother meant. Didn’t mean he had to answer.

“You look worse than yesterday, did you see Alex or something?”

Michael’s heart gave a traitorous thump in his chest at the mere mention of Alex’s name. “Saw him. We chatted.”

Max looked concerned. “About what?”

“Why does it matter?”

Max leveled him with his dark eyes. “About what, Michael?”

Michael swallowed, and sniffed, looking away. It seemed different now, talking to Max. Ever since he’d almost lost him, he realized how badly he’d needed him. He was good at that; being the genius when it was too late for it to matter anymore.

“He ended things.”

Max’s brows pinched together. “I – I’m confused, doesn’t that happen a lot between you guys? Just go see him again and tell him –”

“No,” Michael said, more edge in his voice than he’d intended. He dialed it back. “No. He ended everything. Says he can’t trust me after Maria, says he knows he’s just my – my backup, and he’s fine with it! He’s happy, even! Relieved!Isn’t that great? Now there’s nothing holding him back from following Forrest to New York or Europe, or wherever gay emo poets go to be at one with the earth or whatever.”

Max said nothing for a moment. Then, “So he’s just done.”

Michael nodded once, a lump in his throat. “He’s just done.”

Max tilted his head. “Are you?”

“What?”

He stood. “Alex always fought like hell for you, even when you didn’t deserve it.”

“I get it, okay?” Michael said through grit teeth, his eyes burning. “I’m no good for him. He’s better off without me.”

“No,” Max said fiercely, coming up to the bars. “Not even close, brother. You broke Alex’s heart, you have to fix it. He’s done his fighting, now it’s your turn.”

Michael shook his head. “He doesn’t want me around.”

“He thinks he’s your second choice, right?” Max said. “That’s what he doesn’t want. Look –” he crouched down so that he and Michael, who was slumped against the bench, were on the same eye level. “You love him, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” Michael said without hesitation. Max chuckled, like the answer was obvious.

“Then show him,” he said. “Tell him every minute. Don’t let Forrest take him away from you.”

Michael swallowed, and tried for a light tone that he didn’t feel, “You’re saying I shouldthrow him out the window?”

Max sighed, raising a brow at him. “Did Wyatt Long even hit you?”

“Sure,” Michael grinned. “Rednecks really don’t like it when you imply they’re sleeping with their tractor buddies.”

Michael felt ridiculous. Max had bailed him out of his cell no more than two hours ago, and he was sure that this bordered on stalking and would land him back in one. He couldn’t help it.

He’d just barely gone back to his trailer to get a quick shower, and he’d gotten a text from Isobel. She must have spoken to Max, because the whole message had consisted of a single picture of Alex’s profile as he leaned against the counter at the Crashdown, clearly unaware his photo was being taken, and the words; This is your chance, he’s alone.

Michael had never driven so dangerously. He’d parked in front of the diner, and paused. He thought he’d imagined it in the picture Isobel had sent, but it had been clear to him, even through the glass, that Alex was tired.

He was leaning too heavily on his left leg, as if just touching the ground with his other side pained him. His fingers were rubbing into his thigh, and his smile was tight until he sat down, his eyes fluttering with no small amount of relief.

Michael couldn’t find it in him to go inside, watching Alex carefully from the outside, considering the way he seemed too tired to even eat. Michael wondered if he would be welcome to sit beside Alex now, to hold him and take care of him like he wanted to.

Then a hand tapped his shoulder, and he looked over his shoulder to find a very unimpressed Isobel.

“Are you kidding me?” she greeted. “He is ten feet away from you, just go up to him.”

Michael swatted at her peering over his shoulder like she was a fly. “You don’t get it,” he told her, returning his gaze to Alex. “Something’s wrong with him.”

She flicked his ear.

“Ow, Isobel!”

“Then go ask him!” she demanded. “Be his knight in shining armor!”

“I can’t just ask –”

“Would you have done it if it was DeLuca?” she said, and Michael felt as if she’d just shot him.

“That’s different,” he muttered, shaking his head. “That’s –”

“Yeah, I know,” Isobel rolled her eyes. “Lower stakes. Thing is, little brother –”

“We’re all the same age,” Michael said.

“—The higher the stakes, the more you have to risk,” she went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Do you want him back or not?”

Michael clenched his jaw. “Don’t ask me that. You know what the answer is.”

Isobel’s eyes softened. “Then go get him. While you still have him alone. Or do you plan to wait until Forrest shows up and does your job?”

Michael swallowed and looked back at Alex. He had his cheek rested on his palm, his brows pinched as if uncomfortable. Michael tilted his hat down and exhaled slowly as he forced one foot in front of the other.

He didn’t check to see Isobel’s reaction as he opened the diner door and stood a moment, staring at Alex in his booth, seemingly completely inattentive to whoever had just walked in. When Michael sat down across from him, he realized why.

“Took you long enough,” Alex said first. “I thought you would spend the rest of the day watching me from behind your truck.”

Michael ducked his head, his tongue in his cheek. “So you knew. Of course you knew. There’s usually not much you don’t.”

Alex slumped further down in his seat, rubbing his eyes as his milkshake sat untouched. “Not today, Guerin, okay? I get it, you’re very macho, you don’t need anybody, good for you. I just can’t deal with it right now.”

Michael’s smirk turned pursed. Was this really what Alex thought he would say? Some line about how much better off he was now that they weren’t together? Had he expected Michael to give up on them this quickly? The thought almost broke Michael’s heart.

“Does it hurt?” he asked instead of all of that. “Your leg.”

“I’m fine,” he murmured.

Michael scoffed, his smirk bitter. “But you’ll tell Long, right?”

“Forrest is signing some papers at the hospital,” Alex said coldly, “because apparently, someone put Wyatt in a neck brace.”

“Damn,” Michael didn’t back down under Alex’s glare. “Was that all? I could’ve sworn I broke a rib or two.”

Alex leaned forward. “You didn’t have to start something with him, Guerin. I don’t like Wyatt Long any more than you do, but you walked into that fight.”

Michael huffed a hollow chuckle. “Yeah? That what you think?”

“No,” Alex said angrily, all pretense of indifference gone. “What I think is that you are just upset that you want something you can’t have. If I wasn’t with Forrest, the only injury his cousin would be suffering right now would be a hangover.”

“So you care this much about Wyatt Long?”

“I don’t give a crap about Wyatt, I care about you!” he snapped, and Michael fell silent, his smirk fallen away.

Some people had looked over, and Alex ran a trembling hand through his hair. When he spoke again, his words were quiet, all the frustration and fury and fear evident in the way even his voice shook. “You were so pissed off that I wanted someone else that you went and picked a fight with the town nutjob!” He shook his head. “Is that what it’ll take to keep you safe now? Stay with you until you get tired of me?”

Michael flinched. “Don’t – don’t say that –”

“Why not?” he demanded. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? You only want me around when I keep my mouth shut, when nothing is serious. As soon as I try to get close to you, you go running off to someone else. That’s what you want to force me into?”

“You love me,” Michael said, finding his voice. “If I never know anything else, I’ll always know that. You love me, Alex, and I love you, and we’re supposed to be together.”

“I already told you,” Alex said through grit teeth. “I don’t believe a word you say.”

He pushed himself up and out of the booth. Michael’s hands curled to fists, and Alex got as far as the counter before Michael was out of his seat.

He turned Alex around by the arm and pinned him against the counter, startling both Alex and a waitress.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “You’ve always been mine.” He raised a hand, gently tracing Alex’s jaw with his fingers, following raptly with his eyes. Alex’s weight, Michael made sure, wasn’t on his bad leg.

“Ever since we were seventeen,” he murmured. “In the decade that came after that. And in the next decade, and the next one, you’re mine, Alex. So you want to date Forrest Long? Go right ahead. Because I’m coming back for you, Private, and I’m going to spend every waking second making up for my stupid mistake. I can’t be you. I can’t be the knight in shining armor you were. I can’t pretend I’m not so in love with you that it feels like it’ll kill me, and I’m sorry I can’t do it, baby. I wish I was as strong as you, but I’m not.”

Alex searched Michael’s face with wide, glassy eyes. “I –”

Michael leaned in, doing what he’d needed to do since the gala, and pressed his nose to Alex’s soft hair, breathing him in. When he spoke, his lips brushed the shell of Alex’s ear, eliciting a soft gasp that had Michael tightening his grip on Alex’s waist until there was no space between their bodies at all.

“I love you, baby,” he breathed. “I’ll get you back, I promise.”

He leaned back, his heart feeling like it was racing a million miles a second as he cupped Alex’s jaw and brushed his cheek with his thumb. He pressed their foreheads together, and took one last deep breath that he knew would have to last him until the next time they saw each other.

“Go home,” Michael murmured into the space between their lips. “Take the prosthetic off and get some rest.”

He brushed away Alex’s tear and forced himself to let go. Without waiting for Alex’s reaction, Michael turned and left the Crashdown, well aware that there were a few eyes on him, but he couldn’t stop moving. He had to prove what Alex meant to him, what he’d always meant to him. He had work to do.

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Knight in Shining Armor

Pairing: Jay Halstead x (female) Reader

Word Count: 1419 (SORRY IT’S SO SHORT!)

Author’s Note: I don’t normally write angst, although I love to read it, so I hope this is good because I enjoyed writing it. This is very loosely based on an experience I had while working at a bar, I had a creepy guy that would come in all the time and listen in to my conversations just to talk to me, it was really weird and made me uncomfortable

Trigger Warning(s): Stalking, kidnapping, death (of a bad guy, not really too graphic though)

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Jay has been seeing someone outside of work, Y/N, a bartender at a local bar. She finds herself in danger when she’s targeted by a psychopath. Jay and the rest of the Intelligence team find out just as she gets kidnapped, will they be able to find her in time?

Y/N = Your Name

Y/LN = Your Last Name

Y/EC = Your Eye Color

“Look who’s back again.” Your coworker, Stacy, mumbled to you as the two of you stood behind the bar.

You groaned when you saw that she was talking about Michael, who had just walked into the bar you worked at. He was a guy who seemed lowkey obsessed with you. He listened in on your conversations with your coworkers or other patrons and would either butt into the conversation or bring up the topic later on in the night, or even the following week.

He creeped you out to no end, but you dealt with it. Your boss even told you that if he started to creep you out too much, you could kick him out, but you honestly felt kinda sorry for the guy, he seemed awkward and lonely. So you pushed it down and pretended that it didn’t bother you.

But yet again, here he was. And you knew he’d stay until close, like always.

You were scared that one day he’d be out back waiting for you when you took the garbage out or went to go home, but that day hadn’t come yet and you hoped it never would.

“Looks like your stalker’s here, Y/N.” Abbie teased you as she walked in from the kitchen, which had closed at 8 and she was just cleaning up.

“Yeah, Stacy already pointed that out.” You sighed, heading over to get him his beer. “You want your usual?”

“Yes please.” Michael nodded to you. He always got the same beer, which wasn’t hard for you to remember, but you always cursed yourself when you asked if he wanted his regular beer instead of just asking what he wanted, because you didn’t want to give him the idea that you were interested.

You went over to the taps and poured it for him, taking it over. “That’ll be five dollars.” You told him, trying to keep your tone uninterested and flat, monotonous even.

He handed you a five dollar bill. “So how have you been?” He asked, trying to keep you there.

You shrugged. “Just fine.” You answered him, heading over to the cash register to ring up the beer and put the money in.

“Good good.” Michael said, nodding as he fidgeted in his seat. “I’ve been good too.”

“That’s nice.” You replied in the same flat tone.

He nodded and slumped down in his seat some, still fidgeting.

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The suspect they were looking for had a thing for girls who matched your description, which immediately made Jay uneasy. Sure, Chicago was big but it wasn’t that big, you were still at a risk no matter how many girls looked like you, and he didn’t like it.

They were trying to find any commonality between the victims, but they had yet to discover one.

“So I did some digging and three of our vics worked at the same bar downtown, and the other two were regular patrons there.” Hailey said as she walked over.

They were investigating the case because a body was found dumped in the warehouse where a local gang did the drug deals, and when Atwater and Rojas went undercover to bust the gang, the body was found.

The more they dug, they ended up finding four other women who were killed in the same manner and the resemblance was uncanny, they looked enough alike that they could have been sisters. And Jay didn’t fail to notice that you fit all too well in with those other girls.

His attention snapped to Hailey. “What bar?” He asked before anyone else had a chance.

“A place called The Dive.” Hailey told him, looking from her notes to him and noticing his expression. “Why? Do you know it?”

“Yeah, and I think I might know the next target.” Jay told her as he pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

His statement piqued the interest of the rest of the team, especially Voight’s.

“Who?” Voight asked him.

“A bartender there named Y/N Y/LN.” Jay told him. “She fits the description and it’s the same bar.” He was anxious as he waited for you to pick up the phone. When it went to voicemail, his heart sunk. He ended the call and tried again.

When he tried calling you the second time you knew it must be really important, so you answered it despite still being on the clock. You had gone out back to take some garbage out and figured you couldn’t get in trouble.

“Hey Jay, what’s up?” You asked as you answered the phone.

“Y/N, where are you right now?” Jay asked, you could hear the worry in his voice.

“I’m at work, why?” You asked, frowning in confusion.

“Okay, stay there and don’t go outside.” Jay told you. “We’re on our way.”

“What? Why? What’s going on?” You asked. “Jay, you’re scaring me.”

Jay took a deep breath. “Just stay inside, I’m on my way and I’ll explain everything.”

“Okay, I’m headed back inside now-” You were cut off by an arm going around your waist from behind you, causing you to scream. A hand clamped over your mouth and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fight whoever it was off.

They started taking you out of the alleyway and towards a street you knew was normally pretty dead at this hour. You panicked at the thought of them getting you to a car, so you continued to put up as much of a fight as you possibly could.

“Stop fighting me you bitch!” You instantly recognized the voice and your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. Your worst fears were coming true and Michael was really a psychopath that had been stalking you. The last thing you heard was Abbie shouting your name from the alley before you were hit over the head.

When you came too, you had a splitting headache. You soon realized that you were tied up with your wrists above your head, practically dangling with only your tiptoes touching the ground.

You heard a door open from behind you and soon Michael was standing in front of you. “This never would have happened if you were nicer to me.” He told you like he was scolding a small child. “If you just would’ve been nice you wouldn’t be here. But now I have to punish you like I did the others. God, Y/N, I thought you were different.”

You whimpered when you saw him pulled out a knife, you closed your eyes tightly and that was when you heard a gun go off, causing you to scream.

Next thing you knew Jay was standing in front of you. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He said softly, lifting you up slightly so that your wrists weren’t being strained anymore as someone who you assumed worked with him untied them. As soon as you were free you collapsed into his arms, sobbing.

Jay rubbed your back, holding you up so you didn’t fall to the ground. “You’re okay. You’re safe now.” He glanced at the body on the ground before looking down at you. “Let’s get you out of here.” He said softly, helping you outside to where an ambulance was.

He wouldn’t leave your side the entire time the paramedics checked you over, but then Voight called him over and he had to step away, leaving you feeling vulnerable. Jay was back at your side as soon as possible and took your hand in his. “I’m gonna ride to the hospital with you, and some of the people I work with are going to come by after you get checked over to take your statement, okay?”

You just nodded, not really wanting to deal with anything right now but knowing you’d have to. “Yeah, okay.” You said quietly.

Jay looked you in the eyes. “Hey, you’re safe, okay?”

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself.

Jay noticed and immediately wrapped his arms around you, letting you lean into his chest.

You began crying, thinking of what could have happened had Jay not gotten there when he did.

He let you cry it out before helping you up into the ambulance. “You gotta lay down so they can take you to the hospital.” He said softly.

You looked up at him, fear in Y/EC eyes. “Don’t leave me, please.” You said quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Jay promised you, kissing your forehead.

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Smile Again Part 2

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Summary: JJ’s cousin Y/N has been through a lot in her 37 years of life. She’s moved to Virginia to start to move on with her life,until meeting Aaron Hotchner throws a wrench in her plans in the best way.

Y/N meets the team!

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The day after Y/N and Jack’s talk, she got a call from JJ telling her that they would be home in about an hour. Y/N asked if she could bring the boys to meet them at the office. She knew it would be easier for Hotch if Jack was already there, and she also wouldn’t mind seeing where JJ worked. Her cousin loved that idea and called Garcia to tell her to be ready for them.

Y/N had packed up the boys and went to wait, and was becoming quick friends with Penelope, at the BAU. When the team got back the boys all ran to their respective parents. Y/N watched Hotch scoop Jack up and nuzzle his face asking how his week was. She knew she had to catch him before they left. When the kids all ran watch Uncle Spencer do some magic tricks Y/N caught up with Aaron.

“Agent Hotchner can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked shyly.

“Of course Y/N and call me Aaron, please.” He said as he led her so she can sit at JJ’s desk while he leaned against the side of it.

“I just wanted to let you know that Jack opened up to me a bit about his Mom the other night.” She admitted looking up to see Hotch watching her intently. “I didn’t pry, he just started talking to me and I told him that I know what it’s like to lose people. I gave him some advice that has helped me and he just started talking I hope that’s okay.” She said nervously, playing with her fingers.

Hotch reached out to cover her nervous hands with his gently. She couldn’t deny the way his hand on hers immediately calmed her. Hotch was also surprised by how much he enjoyed the way he felt her nervous hands calm in his.

“Of course it’s okay. I’m glad you got a long so well. I wish I had the chance to get to know you too. You know, now that you’re my son’s best friend.” He laughed as Jack came running into the bullpen to hug her, causing Aaron to quickly pull he hand away from hers. They looked up to see the rest of the team filing in.

“We’d all like to get to know the great Y/N,” Rossi said, coming over to shake her hand. “How about family dinner tomorrow night and we all get to meet her properly?”

The team all cheered and began chatting with Y/N before heading their own directions.

“I see you’ve been accepted by my flock?” JJ asked as she starts to wrangle her boys to head out.

“I see I have, that okay with you Jayjee?” She asked

“Like you have to ask! I’ll pick you up at 6, Rossi 6:30 like usual?”

“Yup” Rossi nods

“Jj you don’t have to pick me up you’ve got the boys to wrangle, just send me the address.” She said before hearing Hotch’s deep voice behind them.

“Where do you live” He asked as he peered at her over a sleepy Jack’s head, his BAU aunts and uncles always have a way of tiring him out.

Y/N tells Hotch what street her apartment was one, which happens to be right down the road from the Hotchner’s.

“Jack and I can give you a ride, I mean you are his new best friend forever” he smirked.

"If you’re sure" Y/N said after receiving a nod from JJ.

"I am" Hotch answered, "We are" He corrected after jack woke up enough to cut a look at him.

Hotch and Jack had headed up to his office to gather his paper work, leaving Y/N and JJ to finish getting the boys ready to head out.

“I’ll give you a lift since I don’t think your knight in shining armor is leaving just yet” JJ joked to her cousin as they finished packing up.

“Stop!” Y/N huffed.

“I approve” JJ continued as they got in the car and JJ pulled onto the road.

“Ughhh”

“Come on you’re not interested?” JJ asked with a skeptical look.

“I’m not even going to try to lie because, you’re… you, so yes I am interested! But I’m not going to do anything about it. Between us we have enough baggage and dead spouses to really throw things off. He needs someone... I don’t know, someone who’s not me.” She answered looking down sadly.

“ Y/N,” JJ said stopping to look at her as they came to park outside the Jereau-Lemontague house.

“He needs someone kind and loving who loves his son and will be understanding of his job and what he’s been through.”

“I don’t know J” Y/N sighed.

“Why?”

“Him and jack deserve perfect and I’m…”

“You’re better than perfect love!” JJ said cutting her off.

“Ugh you have to say that you’re my cousin!” Y/N whined.

“Penelope is already convinced you need to marry him” JJ laughed.

“She just met me!” She said as she scooped Michael up and followed JJ and Henry into the house.

“Yeah but you’re easy to love and she saw the way you were with Jack. We all want them to be happy. And I want you to be happy.” JJ said honestly, causing her cousin to smile and ask.

“And how do you know we’ll make each other happy?”

“Just a hunch” JJ laughed.

The next evening, at the BAU after most of the team had left, Rossi entered Hotch’s office where he was sitting and completing a large pile of paper work. Hotch sensed his old friend’s presence but didn’t look up from his papers.

“Hey Dave, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing. Just haven’t had a chance to stop by to let you know that I approve.” Rossi answered with a smirk.

“What?” Hotch finally looked up.

“Y/N” Rossi clarified as he moved to sit in front of Hotch’s desk.”

“Oh stop!” Hotch cut him off. “She’s nice to my kid, and JJ’s cousin. That’s it, nothing is going on.”

“Oh come on Aaron.”

“Nope” he shook his head.

“Whatever you say, all I’m saying is to give it a chance, I think she’s good for you.” Rossi said as he stood to leave his friend to think about what he said.

Aaron knew he was right, of course he was interested but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. There’s no way she’d feel the same way...right?

Hotch finished up his paperwork and headed out to pick Jack up from Jessica’s.

As they were driving to Y/N’s to pick her up for Rossi’s dinner, Jack’s voice caught his attention from the back seat.

“Daddy, I like y/n” He said.

“Yeah me too bud” Aaron answered honestly.

“Are you gonna go out with her?” Jack asked innocently”

“Not you too buddy!” His father responded with a grunt

“Huh?” the boy grunted back

“Nothing, uncle Dave asked me that too but we just met buddy, she’s very nice-“

“Very nice! And very pretty” Jack said cutting Hotch off.

“And very pretty” Aaron laughed.

“And she knows what it’s like to be sad too but said she still believes there is always someone out there to make you smile! Maybe you’re hers, and she’s ours!” Jack told him thoughtfully.

“Maybe...” Aaron said thinking about Y/N “but I barely know her jack, what if we don’t get a long? Or she actually hates Disney movies and cookies?” He Joked.

“DADDY!” Jack yelled. “ She knew all the words to Mulan and made us chocolate chips!’

This made Aaron let out a loud laugh “ I know buddy, I’m just saying well have to see, just because she’s nice doesn’t mean we have to date, we can still spend time with her.’

“But I think you’ll like her” Jack insisted.

“Me too bud but we’ll see, now lets put on some Mulan music we’re almost at Y/N’s” he said switching the CD and pulling up to her house.

The car ride over consisted of laughing and singing loudly and Hotch couldn’t deny he liked the feeling of hearing Y/N and his son laughing and carrying on. When they arrived at the Rossi mansion Y/N helped Jack out of his car seat and he quickly grabbed her hand in one of his and waited for his dad to come around to hold the other. Rossi opened the door with a smirk earning a glare from Aaron that said ‘don’t even think about saying anything’.

“There’s the girl of the hour, and the handsome Hotchner man, and Aaron.” Rossi laughed

“Hi Agent Rossi” Y/N giggled.

“Hi Uncle Dave!” Jack said as he ran in the house.

“Please my dear call me Dave, now come on in everyone is excited to meet you.

Y/N and Aaron walked further into the house. Y/n was quickly wept away by the girls, who asked her a million questions about herself and enjoyed her and JJ’s stories about their youth.

“So, how was watching Jack?” Emily asked.

“it was fine, he’s a great kid.’

“...and he loves you! Takes after his dad.” He joked and Penelope nodded behind her.

“Ugh not you guys too!” Y/N whined.

“I already told her that he was interested but she doesn’t believe me.” JJ sighed

“Oh then you’re blind” Penelope said. “ plus, you cant deny that he’s a hottie”

“Oh I’m not denying that!” Y/N laughed.

The girls continued chatting and she loved how quickly she was getting along with her cousins’ friends. Across the room Hotch was having a very similar conversation with the men of the BAU. While he changed the subject much more quickly, using his ‘boss man voice’. Spencer and Morgan dropped the subject, knowing that Rossi would push the subject later, if her hadn’t already.

Y/N walked into the back yard to take a look around the beautiful scenery and weather while everyone else was drinking and talking in the living room. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see the handsome face of the BAU unit chief.

“Hi” she greeted.

“Hey” he responded, walking up to sit beside her on the bench Rossi had along the garden.

“Listen I’m sorry if the team has been kind of...” he trailed off trying to think of a way to say ‘pushy, overbearing, and probably trying to convince you to date me’ with out scaring her.

“Enthusiastic?” she finished for him.

He chuckled and responded “Enthusiastic is a great way to put it.” Causing her to laugh as well.

‘They mean well’ she offered as she turned her glance from the stars to look at him.

“They sure do... but they can be a lot.” He admitted, maintaining eye contact.

“They love you! And Jack, but it’s very hard not too” she said, catching herself and adding “he’s an amazing little man.”

“He is, and he loves you.” He smiled softly.

“He talks about you a lot you know?”

“You too” he countered

“That’s because I’m new, you’re his hero Aaron:” She said while placing a warm hand over his that was resting on his knee.

“I think I might have competition though”. He laughed flipping his hand over to hold hers lightly.

Y/N laughed lightly and shook her head. Man she loved the way his hand felt in hers, she cleared her throat and pushed that thought down.

“Hey, thank you again for taking care of him, you are really good with him.” He told her honestly.

“Thanks. I loved getting to know him. The way he talked about you I feel like I’d known you forever.” She said, causing herself to blush lightly.

“Yeah same here, I’ve been hearing all about how awesome y/n is all week.” He smirked, causing her face to flush even more.

“We should probably get in there before we start more rumors.” She laughed shyly.

“I’m sure it’s already too late.” He agreed as he stood up before using the hand already holding hers to help her up.

‘It’ll blow over’

‘You don’t know my team very well.” He chuckled as he walked her towards the door, keeping his hand in hers until the last minute.

“Nah, They’ll just realize you deserve more.” She said under her breath with a sad smile, dropping his hand.

Aaron paused his walking and gently pulled her wrist to turn her back to face him, “Y/n that’s not...”

She looked down away from him before they were interrupted by Rossi opening the back door.

“There she is!” Rossi yelled out motioning to Y/N. “Come, Come, we aren’t done getting to know you my dear. “

She let herself be pulled away, happy to not have to face Aaron’s reaction to what she had just said. Aaron stood in the yard, reluctantly following after them, wishing he could take away whatever made her feel that way about herself, because he already knew she was more than good enough for him, too good even.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x imagine #aaron hotchnerx reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #female!reader #fem!reader

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" i don't think i wanna know a world without your smiles. " / from goob!!!!!

grumpy/sunshine trope meme | accepting

As Goob continued with his practice vows, Jenny’s eyes remained downcast, her eyes focused intently on this shoes as they stood toe to toe in front of their make-shift alter. It wasn’t a lack of desire to look her husband-to-be in the eye, but more of a desire to avoid him having to see the tears that were quickly welling up in her eyes as he spoke. Even thought they were tears of joy, she knew Michael well enough that he would stop if he saw her crying, concerned he’d somehow caused her pain with his sweet words.

And maybe it was selfish of her to want him to keep going, but never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined someone loving her like this. Certainly she’d had her daydreams and Cinderella fantasies of being swept off her feet by some knight in shining armor, but the romance had often been shallow. Because as boundless as Jenny’s imagination could be, she had trouble imagining her daydream prince loving her just because he couldn’t help himself. Instead, he loved her because she was good cook or he imagined her being a good mother to their children or because she was a good listener. In every iteration, she was lovable because of what she gave, not what she was. She hadn’t even imagined being loved because she was beautiful.

Yet here was this tall, awkward man, beaming down at her and rambling through his vows and telling her that she made his life brighter by merely existing. Certainly her cooking and her listening and her maternal nature factored into it, but he also saw her smiles and the love she gave to others and her way of looking at the world. And it was those parts of her that he felt was worth noting in front of their tiny wedding party and officiant as they stumbled through the ceremony.

One of the tears she’d been trying to suppress finally slipped out from the corner of her eye and down her face before landing with a plop on the top of her shoe. It was quickly followed by its pair, which fell on to the carpet between her feet and left a wet splotch behind.

...why on god’s green earth had they decided it was a good idea for him to do his vows first?

#i just thought it would be cute do to wedding rehearsal stuff???#also? by cute i mean jenny is probably going to be an absolute emotional wreak #i don't know if these are his actual vows or if he just wanted to improv some for the rehearsal? i wasn't sure the option is open to you #❝ it isn’t much but it’s enough for me ❞ ⟨ IN CHARACTER ⟩#❝ one should avoid confrontation when possible ❞ ⟨ ASKS ⟩#.•° ✿ v; and just as bad as life was that’s how good it became ⟨ POST CANON U.S. ⟩#wildlymisplacedenthusiasm

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saint.|| soobin (2.3)🌪

🖤┊𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 . ೄྀ࿐ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙/𝖆𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙; 2803

“some funny shit is going on and I don’t like it”. michael mentions to the guys in the bathroom. they’d all been in there from skipping their last class of the day.

“what do you mean?”. kevin asks, putting a lighter to his cigarette.

“soobin and that girl”. michael continued.

“what about them?”. beomgyu continued drawing on the bathroom wall. he thought his picture was coming out great.

“he set this whole shit up with mia and he kind of dissed us for that bitch. I think he’s lowkey plotting”. michael says in the sea of scoffs from the other guys.

“now why the fuck would he do that?”. seongjun questions, nudging kevin to give him the pack of cigarettes.

“think about it. he’s not even responding to group messages anymore. he started this shit and had us thinking this was a group effort and he left. all he cares about is that stupid ass girl”.michael trails off getting kind of annoyed.

“she has to be giving him the best pussy in the world”. kevin snarls blowing a thick cloud of white smoke form his lips.

“who that girl? hell no. she’s a saint. she’s not giving him shit”. beomgyu assures.

“then what the fuck is he so obsessed with her for?”. michael questions.

“we don’t fucking know michael. if he doesn’t want to be down with us then fuck it”. seongjun adds.

“just delete the last group chat and we can make a new one with just us”. kevin suggests.

michael nods while leaning on the bathroom sink. that was a good idea of course. but what he wondered most was why he was losing his best friend to some girl. especially since before she came along, they were practically doing everything together.

it was pretty fake if you asked him. It pissed him off. he needed to do something about it. and quick.

with the help of you, mia safely made her way into her parents car after school. you told them about the situation and they were sympathetic that they had no clue as to how their daughter been feeling. you were relieved that they would now be more aware of her just in case something else happened again.

and you hoped nothing else happened again because after all, you told soobin to tell his friends to quit it. it’s cruel with their doing to mia, and they’re just lucky mia was too afraid to call the cops on them. with exam season approaching though you knew your days were going to be long and difficult soon. you hated that exam season was in the same season as daylight savings time. which means that not only your days will be long but you will be more tired due the sky growing dark faster. you were already drowning in homework your teachers gave to prepare you, and the last thing you wanted was to be bothered.

you shut your locker door only to see olivia standing behind it with a pouty expression you jumped a bit. “what are you doing?”. you asked. she took her hand and patted your shoulder sympathetically. “I’m so sorry that happened to you”. she apologized.

what?

“what are you talking about?”.

“you didn’t know?”.

“know what?”.

“it’s about soobin”.

you crossed your arms, becoming more serious.

“what about soobin?”. she pouted her lips again.

“you must not have social media?”. you shook your head no. she flashes her phone in your face. you saw kevin’s name written in bold and a status underneath it,

“It’s crazy how dudes will turn fake over a bitch especially when he was bragging about mia howard sucking his dick not too long ago #CSB”.

at first read you blinked. “how are you so sure that’s about him?”. olivia smiles cheekily.

“everyone knows that CSB stands for choi soobin. and who else in kevin’s friend group associated themselves with mia as much as soobin?”.

you bit the inside of her cheek, thinking it about it. you didn’t want to get angry but you couldn’t help it. your cheek started to grow up hot and you hadn’t noticed a tear slipped from underneath your eye until olivia patted your shoulder again, pretending to feel sorry for you as she laughed and walked away.

you couldn’t believe soobin would do something like that. you two weren’t dating but, you two had something special.

or at least that’s just what you thought.

“hey mama you ready to go?”. soobin approached you from behind. you stood in place, unclenching and clenching your fists. you didn’t want to lash out on him. you didn’t know the truth. but god it broke your heart just thinking about it.

“mama?”. he says again, this time coming around and looking at you. he lifted your chin with his head. your eyes rimmed with tears. and his heart immediately broke.

“what’s the matter?”.

“is it true soobin?”.

soobin made a confused expression.

“is what true?”.

“check kevin’s status”. soobin gave a weird gaze before he pulled out his phone to see. he typed kevin’s username in the search bar before clicking on his profile and reading his posts. soobin became angry. fake? and why would he expose him on social media? and most importantly, how did you find out about it?

these questions floated around his head and you let them while you walked away. it was time for you to go home and study anyways. it was bad enough history is going to eat your report card you couldn’t afford for the other grades to do the same thing. soobin chases after you of course.

“you didn’t even give me a chance to answer”.

“I know the answer soobin. it’s yes. your answer is always yes”.

he caught up to you and stepped in front of you. you didn’t even want to look at him.

“can you please talk to me?”. he begged, and there he goes acting like a puppy again.

“what is there to talk about? why do I have to find out new things about you every single day?”.

“that happened before I realized how much I liked you. you have to understand that”.

you stared up at him and your tears wouldn’t stop flowing. he used this moment to start speaking again.

“know that the way I feel about you right now I’d never do any of that shit. I never want to see you like this. broken and crying over some dumb ass shit that I did when I thought I had real friends”.soobin admitted with hurt in his eyes. you sniffled, trying to calm your heart rate.

“did you make her do it or did she do it on her own?”.

“she did it on her own”.

“why were you bragging about it to kevin?”.

“because that was the kind of person I was and I am sorry. I really am and I’m trying to be a better person”.

you sniffled a little more and soobin wasted no time approaching you to swipe your tears away with his thumb. he cups your cheek,

“don’t cry mama okay?”.

you sighed. coming down from your emotions.

“it’s hard not to cry when you hear stuff like that about someone you have something with”. he pulled you into his chest.

“do you want to come over my house today?”.

“I have to study. and aren’t your parents home?”.

“you can study at my house. and yes they’re home”.

you pulled away and looked up at him.

“have they been beating you?”. soobin shrugs.

“yeah but it’s okay. they won’t hit me if you’re there”.

you knew this would be a stretch. but you never know something until you try it.

“do you want to ...come to my house?”. you offered, not sure how your parents would act. you weren’t expecting soobin’s eyes to light up the way they did. you rolled your eyes and laughed.

“yes I’d love that”.

it was weird with soobin following you to your doorstep. you were so used to him staying behind in his car and waving at you before he drove off. but to actually have following you into your house? wow.

“my house isn’t as big and luxurious as yours so I hope you’re not expecting anything extravagant”. you confirmed while unlocking the door with your key.

“I don’t care about what your house looks like”. soobin assures. the both of you walked into your open living room and kitchen. your mother happened to be in the kitchen cooking and you hadn’t even known she was going to be home as early as she was. she turned around to grab a seasoning behind her and locked eyes with not only you, but that tall boy behind you as well.

“hey baby. who do you have with you?”.

she didn’t even looked mad or anything. just concerned which surprised you. you sucked up your pride and brought soobin further into your home. you took a deep breath while your mother waited for you to speak.

“mom this is Choi Soobin”.

soobin reached over and grabbed your mother’s hand and kisses the back of it like he was her knight and shining armor or something. you wanted to laugh but you knew he was trying to be friendly, and your mother was way too flustered to stop him.

“like the choi’s? you’re their son?”.

“yes ma’am. it’s a pleasure to meet you”. soobin answers. your mother had a shocked expression on her face.

“and you miss lady? what is he doing here?”. she smirks. she expected that out of you. you know, the boyfriends. the dating. the teenage life. she just never wanted you to go too far and ruin your life.

“well he’s--”

“her boyfriend”. soobin finishes and smiles shortly after. your mother’s eyes expanded. not in a freaky like scary way but she was just so shocked to see her daughter growing up. but you were just as shocked as her with soobin’s answer you just couldn’t show it.

“boyfriend?”. she repeats.

“yes. I’m sorry that we’re meeting so late. coming from a religious family myself it’s hard to know how our parents are going to act with these types of things but--I hope you can accept our relationship. your daughter means a lot to me”.

“hm. any sex?”. she asks.

the both of you shake your heads no way too quick for your liking.

“mom--”.

“of course not”.

“he’s just here to study for our upcoming exams mom. nothing more than that. I promise”.

“hm, fine. I’ll be keeping an eye on you two alright? study hard and don’t fail those exams or there will be punishment for you”. you nod, grabbing soobin’s hand so that you could lead him to your room.

“that goes for you too choi soobin!”. your mother yelled after you making the both of you laugh. soobin loved your room. he loved how fluffy and pink your pillows and blankets were. he loved the knick knacks that you kept at your study desk. he loved the picture of your family that hung on the wall, just beside your crucifix. most importantly though he loved how innocent your room looked. like something from a movie. He hops on your bed and watches you set up your things at your study desk. he thought you were the cutest when you’re doing something you obviously loved. you kick your shoes off and glare at him.

“what are you doing? you’re not going to study?”.

“well I really don’t know how to study”.

“you’ve never studied before?”.

soobin shakes his head.

“my parents beat me for getting bad grades but they never encourage me to do good. they never show that they have any expectations from me. so I never learned”. you frowned.

“well, my mom is expecting you to do good now. so now you have a reason. she’ll really put you on punishment”. you laugh and soobin smiles. you bring your notebook and textbook over to where he was sitting.

“so usually the way I study is I go over what we went over in class. I’ll read the textbook and write down the important information--”.

“why do you have to read the whole thing?”.

“because when you are actively reading it you want to internalize the information, not memorize it. memorizing isn’t good for exams. you want to make sure you remember of course, but exams don’t ask for facts. they ask for the how, why, when, and put your perspective into question”.

“so i’d have to tell them what I think?”.

“yes exactly, based upon the information of course. but you have to know the information well”.

“can’t I just say one thing that has to do with the topic and babble off? I don’t know if i’ll be able to think too critically”.

“that’s why you internalize information. you’ll always have an opinion that way”.

soobin thinks for a moment. “huh?”.

“for instance. abraham lincoln. he issued the Emancipation Proclamation to free slaves on september 22nd, 1862. this is a fact. and it’s also something i memorized. now if I get a question on my exam that asks me something like, How did the Emancipation Proclamation open the door for black soldiers? you wouldn’t know how to answer it right? because you are focused on memorizing facts instead of internalizing the event and knowing the how he did this, why he did this, what did intend by doing this, and how did this affect others. do you know what I mean?”.

soobin stared with his jaw hanging low.

“how the hell are you so smart?”.

you couldn’t help but laugh. you hoped he was listening though.

“do you get it?”.

“yes ma’am. but I do have a question”.

“yes?”.

“is it bad to fall in love with your teacher?”. soobin smiles knowing your cheeks were on fire.

“stop it”. you point playfully in his face. he grabs you by your thighs and makes you straddle his lap,

“make me”, he smirks. you became nervous but of course you didn’t want him to know that.

“soobin--we have to study”. you pleaded, when really you didn’t want him to stop at all.

“have you ever had a hickey before?”. he whispers in the small space that separated his face from yours. you shook your head no. he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“do you want one?”. your fingers toy with your pleated skirt and you hesitantly nod. “all you have to do is suck the skin really hard, and maybe bite it a little for a more dramatic mark. like this”--

he reaches his lips up pressing them onto your neck and you forgot how delicate his lips were. he tongue kisses it all over peppering it with his mouth. your arms wrapped around his neck for support. he chooses a spot and starts sucking it gradually. he sinks his teeth into your skin but it didn’t hurt like you thought it would. your eyes began to close as he picks another spot and does it all over again. his wet lips always uncaged your butterflies.

you whine as his hands travel down to your waist. he licks another spot before tongue kissing it. he sucks this one just as he did the others and you couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling from a kiss alone. “you like it?”. he whispers into the crook of your neck you mutter and yes, an invitation for him to keep going.

you bit your lips and threw your head back giving him more access to your skin, which he definitely took advantage of. by the time he was finished you attached your lips to his neck in exchange, trying to copy his movements. he was stunned. he was going to tell you that you didn’t have to return the favor but your lips made his adrenaline rush. you were feeling needy on his lap like this. you rock your hips gently against his growing boner and soobin hisses. you were biting and kissing all the right places and he couldn’t remember the last time he’s gotten a hickey.

“am i doing it okay?”. you ask innocently, “yes”. soobin answers prior to catching your lips and pushing his own against yours instead. without hesitation his tongue wandered your mouth and you rock down on him even harder, loving the friction you received. he laid back on your bed leaving you on top of him. his hands brushed against your thighs going higher and higher with each stroke.soon he was rubbing your ass while you were tongue kissing him back like the needy girl you were.

“dinner is ready guys! soobin you are more than welcome to join us!”. your mother yelled from downstairs. the both of you sat up quickly and it dawned on you that you were really just about to have sex.

#choi soobin #choi soobin au #txt #txt au #kpop #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu

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