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"Too sweet to resist"| Simón Hempe

Lucia's notes: Ok, so I may have listened to Too Sweet by Hozier and got the image of Simón in my head, so this little piece came about,loosely based on that song, I recommend listening to it while reading. I really hope you lovelies enjoy it. Also, if smut isn't your alley, please just scroll on through. Especially thinking of you @castawaycherry 🤭

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI: If you do not want to read the smut part, please stop reading at the second cut.

Summary: When Reader asks her friend Simón for some help on learning to be more flirtatious and getting laid, they never imagine the turn this tutoring will take.

Warning: Heavy smut, making out, oral (fem! receiving), p*netration, somewhat of a praise kink?, slight age difference (entirely appropriate and legal). Please do let me know if I missed any.

Word Count: 2.5 k

Simón is the epitome of a rebel bad boy, known for his nocturnal escapades and daredevil attitude. Living his life under the cover of darkness going from one bar to the next, always seen out on the town with some hot chick on his arm; so when his long time neighbor and friend Y/N looks up at him on a lazy Sunday with those big blue eyes of hers, laying down on his couch, her head on his knees and says “Could you please teach me how to be flirtatious? I’m tired of being a virgin, I wanna get laid” he all but chokes on his own spit. Thing is, Y/N is the complete opposite to Simón, she’s always been the quintessential goody two shoes, never so much as looking away from the right path, she exudes innocence and virtue. The curly haired guy looks down at her, eyes wide still trying to asses if she had really said what he thought she had said “Come on….” she whines “will you teach me or not? I think 21 is a good time to finally get some action” the redhead huffs.

Simón just keeps staring at her “Are you for real?” he chuckles “I mean, I know you’re a bit of a prude, but you’re not too hard on the eyes, I’m sure you’ve at least kissed someone by now sugar”. Y/N rolls her eyes at the comment getting up grabbing her things to head to the door.

“Could you at least not make fun of me?” he hurries after his friend and smiles holding her by her arm.

“Okay okay, sorry, I’ll help you, but I have a few ground rules, whatever I say goes, from clothes, to actions, and you need to get an open mind okay babe? We’re gonna cover our basis, verbal, non verbal flirting, kissing, and I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about sex, you gotta be prepared, cause after getting you all Hemped up, you’re gonna be turning heads right an left. Most importantly, there’s no falling in love here okay, all this is educational, we clear baby?” he says, the tone of his voice getting lower as he brushes a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, the younger girl nods looking up at him the blush taking over her cheeks as she clears her throat looking away, his gaze way too intense. Simón holds her chin with one hand making her look back at him “No, lesson number one, never look down, confidence is sexy, whenever you talk to a guy, you need to look confident, like you rule the place” Y/N nods softly looking at him. “Okay, let’s go shopping, these clothes look like you’re a 9 year old who just took her first communion.” Simón walks out after her going to the mall to get her some new clothes.

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After a couple hours of shopping for a whole new wardrobe for Y/N, they have decided to go out that night for lesson number two, and so they’ve hit the last store to get her something decent to wear for the outing. Simón sits down at one of the couches outside the dressing room area waiting for his friend to come out and show him some options, if he’s honest, he’s been having quite a good time with this so far, but when the petite redhead comes out of that dressing room wearing the little all black ensemble consisting of a tight, mini skirt, a turtleneck crop top, black tights, ankle height boots and the little black leather jacket, he’s taken aback- well shit, since when has Y/N had so many juicy curves and why haven’t I seen them before- he says to himself as he eyes the younger one up and down taking in the image in front of him. “Well? what do you think?” Y/N says twirling around, little handbag in hand. “Ye-Yeah, I think that’ll do it” Simón clears his throat before geting up, with a small nod Y/N gets back in the cubicule to get changed back.- Just teach her how to get laid Hempe, she might be hot, but you’re not what she deserves- the green eyed guy keeps repeating to himself.

That night, right before they get to the bar, Simón has briefed Y/N on the flirting basics, little looks, how to play with her hair, what to say, what not to say, the base of what gets a man, what gets him attracted to a woman. They walk in and much to Simón’s pride and frustration, Y/N gets quite a few looks her way while they walk to the bar to get some drinks. As the night carries on, the older guy finds himself one of the ladies he’s used to and gets to dancing, all the while keeping an eye on his friend, who clearly doesn’t need much help getting some male attention, how could she in that outfit that showed all her curves just so perfectly, her legs on display. He’s equally proud and…jealous? is this jealousy he’s feeling when he sees Y/N in a corner making out quite heavily with some random guy.

“Hey, everything okay?” He looks back at whats-her-name nodding absentmindedly humming in affirmation, “You seem way too distracted handsome” she says in a stupid little voice stroking his chest.

“Yeah… sorry, I need to go” he states hurriedly, making his way to his friend and clearing his throat “Y/N/N? we need to go”; he makes sure to use her nickname as to assert some kind of dominance over the random guy who was groping his friend shamelessly. Y/N looks at him confused her eyes moving between Simón and the blonde guy she was making out with. He holds her hand walking her out of the bar straight to the car.

“Simón…what happened back there? I mean I thought it was going quite well…don’t you?” Y/N smiles walking with hurried steps after her friend who’s all but dragging her to his car.

“A little bit too well for him, he was groping you shamlessly, it was going too fast, didn’t want you to get into an uncomfortable situation” The dark haired guy lies with ease as he gets in his car “come on, I’ll take you home” his voice darker and raspier than he would have liked. Y/N looks at him stunned getting in his car, if she didn’t know her friend so well as to know he had no reason to, she’d said he’s jealous, but why would he be, it was the plan, and it was working. Maybe he was after all just looking out for her.

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As the weeks go by, Simón starts finding himself getting a bit too invested in this tutoring of theirs. He looks at Y/N as she takes off her makeup after a night out “I think it’s time I teach you a few tips and tricks on kissing….but I believe it’d be best if I… if I show you” he sits up better on the bed clearing his throat. The redhead looks at him through the mirror raising an eyebrow before turning around to look at him properly, he couldn’t deny she was getting way more confident in herself and looking inherently sexier as well.

“Oh… so this tutoring comes with practice as well?” she smiles unintentionally flirtatious. She had always thought Simón was quite goodlooking but since spending so much time with him lately, him teaching her all the things he had been, she was falling slowly but steadily for the guy, even though she knows what he had made her promise on that first day. Y/N stands from where she was sitting at her vanity, making her way to her bed sitting right in front of Simón “okay then teacher, show me” she bites her lower lip gently. Simón looks alternately between her eyes and her pink plump lips as he reaches out, one of his big hands on Y/N’s cheek, the other on the side of her neck pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss starts slow, yet so intense, Y/N’s hands find their place on the guy’s chest as he pulls her closer by the hand on her neck, when the younger lets out a soft sigh of pleasure that dies in the dark haired guy’s mouth, he takes it as his moment to slide his tongue in her mouth as the fight for dominance begins and it is oh so intoxicating. Y/N’s taste is drunkening and Simón takes both his hands to his friend’s waist pulling her to his lap and she doesn’t need much more instructions, she quickly straddles his legs both her hands moving swiftly to his hair gently tugging at his curls. The dance of their tongues feels so natural, they seem to understand what the other wants, what each other need from this kiss.

As their lungs burn from the desperate need for air, Y/N hesitantly pulls away just enough to allow the much needed breath to get into her body, in short shallow gasps. In the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, their gazes lock, sparks igniting between them as desire courses through their veins and Simón be damned, he cannot pretend he’s not wanting more from Y/N, his hands roaming the girl’s body, seeking to find every single inch of exposed skin they can, needing to feel the warmth and softness of her body. His touch, rough yet tender, sends shivers down Y/N's spine as he pulls her close, his lips tantalizingly close to hers.

With a primal urgency, their lips meet again in a fervent kiss, hungry and demanding. Simon's hands roam freely, tracing the curves of the redhead's body, igniting flames of passion with every caress.Y/N's fingers hastily tug at Simon’s shirt needing to pull him closer as their kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a sensual tango of desire. And Y/N can feel the heat of his hardening cock press up against her, before she can process what’s she’s doing, she moves closer to him grinding against the elder’s cock, suddenly desperate to feel more as the same time she can feel the tanned skin man’s hands roam lower, igniting a firestorm of sensation in the center of her gut as he traces the contours of her thighs, leaving a trail of burning desire in his wake. Breaking the hot kiss for the shortest time possible, Y/N pulls the shirt off over Simón’s head with his help, as he in turns all but rips her clothes from her.

Simón can’t wait any longer, as soon as her clothes are off her body, he lays her down and with a dark look on his face as if asking for permission he starts kissing down Y/N’s body once he sees the smallest nod from her. The girl’s eyes flutter closed, her breathing heavy and ragged, as she feels the lust running through her body, she needs him, she needs to feel him all over her body, and he knows exactly how to drive her crazy. Simón looks up at Y/N’s face through his lashes as he keeps peppering hot, open mouthed kisses all over her skin, the eventual nip at her skin eliciting the most exquisit little moans from her slightly parted lips. Once he reaches her hip bones he takes a quick look down at her center and bites his lip muttering under his breath “fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me babygirl”. As Y/N’s eyes flutter open again to look at him, absolutely darkened by the need and lust in her, she sees him swiftly and expertly taking her lacey underwear off smirking “were you hoping to get laid tonight sugar? wearing this little black number” he doesn’t even let her think of an answer before he takes his face down to her already slick folds and he hums looking at her, so wet for him already “and I haven’t even touched you yet princess” he coos lowly, the rasp in his voice and his praising words doing an absolut number on her and she whines wanting more, needing more.

Before she can say anything, his tongue softly ghosts over her cunt, circling her already throbbing clit “Oh fuuck” Y/N cries out in a pathetic little whimper. Not that she had never touched herself, but this was way better, far more intoxicating and his tongue felt so good on her needy clit. Simón looks up at her through hooded eyes humming at her reaction, as he slowly traces a finger over her entrance before sliding it in and he moans feeling how tight she is around his digit, steadily and gently, he eases his way in her pumping his finger to the rhythm of his tongue. “P-Please Simón” Y/N whimpers through her moans. Simón pulls away just enough so he can talk “tell me babygirl, what do you want?” the redhead looks down at him, her hand tangled in his curls “more, you, I want….you” she whispers while trying to move against his hand needing more from him.

The curly haired guy stands up, needing nothing more from her to take the next step and nimbly takes the rest of his clothes off, his enlarged cock springing free as soon as he lowers his underwear. Y/N’s eyes immediately drawn to it, he quickly rolls a condom on before climbing back on the bed between her legs and looks at her “ok, this might be a tad uncomfortable at first, and if at any point you want to stop, just say so yeah?” the girl merely nods softly, unable to talk as all she can think about is Simón inside of her and as the older guy guides his shaft to her entrance letting it coat with her slickness, he leans down to kiss the spot right below her ear as he pushes in slowly, letting her adjust first. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed once again a high pitched hiccupy moan coming from her parted lips as she gets used to the intrusion, it kinda burns, but it’s the best burn she’s ever felt in her life, and she needs more; she bucks her hips gently towards his. Simón smirks sliding in all the way slowly whispering in her ear “so eager baby, who knew you’d be so insatiable” he chuckles lowly as he starts moving in an out of her grunting, as he feels how her tight walls perfectly take all of him and he knows he won’t last long. Too soon he feels Y/N’s ragged breaths and moans as she tightens around him.

“Simón…fuck I’m….I can’t” he smirks kissing her deeply before whispering against her lips “let it go baby, cum for me” and that’s enough for Y/N, she feels her orgasm take over her with his words and the way he feels inside her, her eyesight going black, feeling rush after rush of passion washing over her. Not long after, Simón feels his thrusts get more and more erratic as his own ecstasy takes over him and he collapses on top of his friend’s body panting, eyes closed and he knows….he knows Y/N is just too sweet to resist, and he knows she’ll be the death of him, the sweetest death anyone can wish for.

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arvensimp · 1 year

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your father should know, pt 2.5

Arven leaves you with something more than either of you bargained for when he goes off to Kalos for an internship, and through a series of miscommunications and heartbreak, he returns a few years later to learn that he actually has a child.

arven x reader, nsfw content, pregnancy, angst, and stupid miscommunications

[part 1] [part 2]

thanks for your patience waiting for this part!! also thank you to my beautiful betas for helping me <3

SO. This is basically just an alternative ending to the fic that I thought of and couldn't get out of my brain. i hope y'all like it. again. this is just an alt. ending, branching off of part 2. there will still be a part 3 to the main fic wherein arven has been gone for a year+ and comes back having had no idea about anything. i just wanted to feed everyone while also feeding my own fantasies lololol

Rika lost count of how many hours had passed since she rushed you into L&D. Adrenaline kicked in, and beyond timing contractions, she hadn't thought to check the actual time on her phone or watch or anything.

She knows Nemona arrived not long after, bringing your go-bag and your cute labor dress, so you could change out of that horrible, assless hospital gown, but...again... No clue about the time.

All Rika knows is you've been crying and yelling for so, so long. Yeah, labor isn't like a walk through the Artazon gardens or something, but... You're so miserable, your hair tamped down to your forehead with sweat as you groan through every contraction.

The nurses say you shouldn't push yet, you're not far enough along or something? But with contractions like that? Fuck, they're the medical professionals, and if you're not feeling the urge to push, either? Who's Rika to say you should push?

But you keep crying... Hiccuping sobs that are only interrupted when you're forced to groan through a contraction that seizes your body.

Rika has no problem holding your hand, wiping the sweat and tears from your face, pulling back your hair, any of that. But... Even then. She can tell she isn't the best person for this situation.

You don't want her here. Well. You do, but you don't want her here as much as you'd want someone else.

The attending nurse has left the two of you alone for a bit after checking yours and the baby's vitals. She says everything's fine. You're just progressing really slowly. It's apparently normal for a mother's first time.

Rika takes your hand again, using the one you've been squeezing just a bit less. She's been trying to swap them out a bit just for stamina sake.

"Hey, Mama..."

"Hey..."

"What can I do here?"

Your lip wobbles, and you shrug.

"No, none of that. I mean, yes, you keep crying." She squeezes your hand gently. "You cry as much and as loud as you need. But what can I do to help?"

"...More ice chips?"

Rika gives you a half smile and with her other hand produces the already filled cup. "You know I got you."

You take them and munch for a bit until another contraction starts up, and you pass it back, your eyes closing in concentration.

Rika almost reminds you of your breathing from class, but she knows better. Even if it doesn't get her a swift smack up the head, it'd kind of be an asshole move.

You groan lowly through it, breathing technique either lost or forgotten, and when the feeling passes, your voice breaks into another sob.

"Hey now... You got it. That's another one down..." Rika pets your head softly and watches as another nurse walks in to check on you.

She roots around for a bit under the modesty sheet or whatever, and you wince but otherwise make no comment, only sitting up and looking hopefully at her when she stands. The nurse smiles at you. "The baby is still doing fine! Just taking their sweet time is all."

As soon as she leaves the room, your face drops along with your upper half as you fall against the raised bed back with another frustrated cry that devolves into more sobs. You hide your face in your hands.

"Hey..." Rika's heart breaks. She follows your movement, taking one of your hands in both of hers. "I don't wanna make you mad here. Just a suggestion... Do you wanna talk to that Arven guy? I'll call him myself. Give him hell if you need to."

You freeze, your breath hitching and then hiccuping. "H-...He doesn't wanna talk to me..."

"I didn't ask that. Do you wanna talk to him? Do you think it'll help you get through this?"

Your hand that isn't in Rika's goes to the top of your tummy, rubbing little circles into the soft fabric of your dress. "...Yeah..." It comes out soft and wet as you sniffle.

"On it. Be right back. You just call if you need anything, okay?" Rika gets up, grabs your phone, and leaves the room.

It takes her no time to find Arven's contact and to copy the number to her own phone. She dials, and the call goes to voicemail.

"Motherfucker…" Under normal circumstances, she might understand, but...eh, now's not the time. So she calls again.

It rings once...twice...

"Hello?" A masculine voice answers.

"Hey, is this Arven?"

"Uh, may I ask who's calling?"

"This is Rika of the Paldean Pokemon League." She says, putting on her most official-sounding voice. The kind she does for interviewees at the League that piss her off during their first impressions. "Is this Arven Sada-Turo?"

"...Yes..?" Good. He at least sounds a little nervous. "Can I…help you?"

"Yeah, I have a champion here who wants to talk to you."

Arven guesses your name, sounding half incredulous, and Rika wonders if he's maybe an idiot. Who else would call him nine months after telling him she's pregnant?

"Ding ding ding. She's here in the delivery room, and for some godforsaken reason, she said she wanted to talk to you. Be nice, okay? I'll know if you say something rude, and if you make her cry again, I'm swearing to Arceus right now that I'll fuck you up."

"What?!"

"What?!" Rika mocks back at him, maybe a little meanly, but he obviously deserves it. "Just be nice. She's in a lot of pain and has been for hours now." She walks back into your room, changing her tone entirely. "Hey, Mama. Guess who I got on the phone here..." She says sweetly as she passes it to you.

"Arven...?" You ask.

Your voice is ragged, and you sound near the edge of tears, if you aren't already crying.

"Yeah, Buddy?" Arven asks. "I'm here." He's holding the phone to his ear in both hands, cradling it like a...

Oh God, he's gonna throw up. No. No.

He swallows back nervous bile. The delivery room? What the fuck? Since when were you pregnant? Around the time you told him to fuck off? How long ago was that again? Fuck. He can't think. He wants to be mad, but...

"Arven." You say again, unsure, like you think it's not him, maybe? He hears your voice, and his heart melts.

"Yeah, Bud. It's me. It's been a while... Are you okay?" Stupid question.

"N-not really..." Oh no, you really are crying. "I-I'm having a b-baby..."

"Hey. Hey, don't cry." Fuck, what should he say? "What can I do?"

"I miss you..." You sound miserable.

"I... I miss you, too, Bud..." This is crazy. This is crazy. What is happening? Arven's vision is going in and out of focus, but he can't seem to actually see anything. All that's buzzing around his head is that fact that you're having a baby?! "Sh...should I... Do you want me there?"

On the other end, you cry out loudly, the phone shuffling out of your hands. He hears another voice, softer, but he can't make out what it's saying. Arven yells your name into the receiver, but there's no response. All he can hear is you moaning in agony for what feels like an eternity.

Then there's more shuffling. "A-Arven?" It's your voice again, panting.

His keys are in his hands, and he's already out of his apartment, standing in the streets of Lumiose City.

"I'm on my way right now. Which hospital are you in?"

"Wh-wh...?"

"Do you... Do you want me to come? I'll be there as soon as I can. Just tell me where to find you." He's already sprinting to the closest train station.

Unfortunately, he can't understand your blubbering as you're overtaken by more sobs.

"Buddy? Bud. Bud, listen to me, okay? Can you hand the phone back to Rika? Just for a minute."

There's a quick rustling sound then the sound of Rika's contralto voice. "Listen buster, I can't tell if you're on thin ice or not, but she's still upset."

"Rika, I don't understand what's happening, but I'm trying to get to you, if she wants me there. Can you tell me where you are?" He's breathless from sprinting and adrenaline.

He hears Rika speak softly to you on the other line. "Ya want the sperm donor hanging around?"

Sperm donor? What the fuck? Who's the sperm donor? Arven doesn't have time for this. He's already looking at the time tables for the different trains headed into Paldea. Which city should he be looking for though? Would a flying taxi be faster? He'll ask at the desk.

"Levincia Memorial. I'll be sure they let you in."

Levincia. At least that's close to the Kalosian border.

Arven nods before realizing Rika can't hear. "Thanks. Uh... Sh-should I stay on the line?" He pulls the phone away for just a moment to speak to the representative, but he keeps his ear focused for the sound of your voice.

"...He's gonna come, kay?"

"O-Okay..." And then suddenly it sounds like you're groaning or crying again? He can't make out much by way of words from you, but you sound so broken... Fuck, what happened while he was gone? Had some loser really knocked you up?

"Hi, yeah, I need to get to Levincia City as quickly as possible. When does the next train arrive? Or do you know if there's a flying taxi service that works between Kalos and Paldea?" Is he talking too fast with his Paldean accent? His Kalosian isn't phenomenal, but it's passable, especially after being here for the past…however long. A year? Is hasn't been a year yet, surely. It should be fine.

The guy behind the glass narrows his eyes and starts typing into his computer. "Uh…yeah… We got trains into Levincia. Next one leaves in…40 minutes. Taxis though… they'll cost ya."

Arven can hear you yelling on the other end of the phone.

"Doesn't matter. How fast can I get there?"

"We can call you a cab to be here in a few minutes, get you there, as the Talonflame flies… Maybe an hour or two?"

"Done. Thank you, sir." He slams (maybe a little too forcefully) one of his cards down on the counter, then goes back to his phone where he speaks your name softly into the receiver. "You there?"

You pant heavily from the other end. "I'm in hell… This is hell…"

"Well, call me Orpheus because I'm on my way to hell to come be with you, okay?"

"...Really?"

"Really, Bud." Arven takes his card back from the clerk and nods his thanks. "I just bought my taxi ticket. I'm gonna be there as soon as I can."

"A-Arven…" You sound all choked up again.

"Hey. Don't cry okay. Or. Wait. Maybe do cry? Is crying good? Are you supposed to cry?"

You sound like you might have laughed at that. "I dunno…but I'm still scared…" You tell him.

"Th-that's okay, Bud." He breathes. "You can be scared. It sounds scary. I'm scared for you." He hears you sob miserably on the other end. Fuck, that was probably a bad thing to say? "But! Listen to me! But… I mean, I'm sure you know this…" Arven's eyes go back to the clerk who is directing him toward a platform to wait for his taxi. "You gotta keep being strong, okay?" He nods in thanks to the other man and goes to wait. "You've got…a…a-a baby…" Holy shit, a baby. "To be strong for. They need you. So…uh… I guess? Um… Just push?"

"I-I can't…"

"What do you mean you can't? You're like the strongest person in Paldea. Of course you can."

"No I mean…" You take a breath. Good. That's good. Breathing is good. You being calm is good. "It's not time yet. I'm not ready. Or…like, the baby isn't ready."

"What, like it's too soon?" Like a premature baby or something? He wants to add, but that would probably freak you out again. Best not to do that.

"Yeah… just gotta keep…" You groan into the earpiece, and Arven hears more shuffling. It stays like that for a long while, with you groaning or breathing heavily, until his taxi arrives, and he steps in. You seem to come back as he closes the door.

"Just gotta keep breathing. And waiting." You finish.

Arven nods, not entirely sure what to say, then adds. "Can they give you meds or something?" He asks.

"Believe it or not, they already have," You reply about as dryly as one can when they've been sobbing off and on for the past however long.

"Holy shit. Well, let me reiterate what I said about you being strong then."

That seems to get an honest little chuckle out of you, and Arven feels a genuine weight lift from his shoulders. He wants to make you laugh again. It's been so long, and he misses the sound of it, even this tinny version of it, distorted through bad cell service."I-I, uh… I'm in the taxi now. I'll be there as soon as I can be, okay?"

"...Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"No really. Thank you. I know you probably didn't want to spend your day doing this."

Arven shrugs. "Eh… I don't know if it's what I was expecting, but I promise not to hold it against you." His tone is light and teasing as he hopes to get another laugh, but it doesn't come.

"You really don't need to bother," You tell him softly after a moment. "If that's how you feel about the whole situation."

"What? No! It's just a joke, Bud!" But it seems you'd already hung up on him or something because the line cuts out.

He spends the next several minutes fretting over whether or not he should call back. Maybe something happened in the room at that exact time? And him calling would make it worse? Hell, Rika's phone might've died.

However, by the time he's worked up the courage to call the number again, it seems as though he's too high up, and the cell service is shot, so he's stuck stewing in the stratosphere, marinating in a miasma of apprehension. He shoots off a text to the number.

>Hey, I think the line went dead, but I'm still on my way! I hope everything is okay! Please stay strong! You're really amazing, alright? You've got this!!!

The little dot in the corner stays unfilled, showing the message as unsent but trying.

Arven sighs and sits back, his leg bouncing nervously.

What the fuck happened while he was gone? When did you get knocked up anyway? And how long had he been gone? The two of you had done it, after all… so if he left back in…

But no, you said that the baby was early or something, right? You did, right? So it couldn't be his. He's definitely been away 10 months, and that would be too long. Pregnancies don't last 40 weeks. They last 9 months, so that would be 36 weeks. Not 40. And your baby is early anyway. Apparently?

Arven sighs.

What the fuck happened while he was gone?

Maybe whatever asshole you were with was also the one who blocked his number on your phone, so he couldn't text you anymore.

Or… he guesses you weren't or aren't with them anymore? Because otherwise they'd be with you, right? And you wouldn't need to come crying to him. Not that he minds, of course! As utterly bizarre and anxiety inducing as this whole thing is, he's still glad to hear from you again. But really, what kinda jerk wouldn't be with you if they knocked you up? Especially someone as great as you?

Arven fumes at the thought of you having spent the last 9 months alone without anyone at your side. Why didn't you call him if you needed help? Hell, he may not be this kid's biological dad, but… Fuck, he knows how much it sucks not to have parents around. Maybe he could've… if you wanted him to… if he stayed?

Then again if he'd stayed, maybe you wouldn't be in this mess. The two of you would just be together.

Or. Well, he hopes you would be? That's what it sorta seemed like when you'd dropped him off at the airport all those months ago.

Ugh, he can't think about that now. How stupid! You're about to be a mother! You've got a whole human to worry about (and potentially push out of your body–oh God he can't think too hard about that one he might get sick). You've got bigger frillish to fry than some shoulda-coulda-woulda romance with him!

So Arven spends the rest of the ride restlessly bouncing his knees until the cabbie stomps on the roof, yelling at him to stop with the twitching because it fucks up the birds' control of the basket. After that he can only nervously bite at his thumbnail until he's eventually dropped in front of the hospital.

Arven nearly jumps from the stupid cab in an attempt to get out faster but thinks better of it. He's no good to you with a broken ankle.

Once he's properly out of the cab though, he at least (but barely) has the graces about him to yell out a thanks to the driver as he makes a mad dash toward the entrance.

From there, it's like a blur as he's guided to your room by hospital staff. He hears you first, from down the hall, that same, low groaning he'd heard over the phone. It reverberates down the hall, and he starts running to it, calling your name loudly as he opens the door.

"Sir, you can't just–" Someone from the nurses' station yells to him, but he doesn't pay them any mind.

The sight of you there burns in his mind like a brand. You're in a bed with the back propped up halfway, and your legs are hitched into stirrups.

You.

It's been nearly a year, and you.

You…you look wrecked. Your hair is a mess of knots, and sweat has dampened it down, making it stick to your neck and forehead where it hasn't been swept away into a nest that he can't tell is either a ponytail or a bun or something.

You've been crying, your cheeks and eyes red, and he can see even at a glance where the tear tracks have dried across your cheekbones.

You're still so beautiful to him, even like this.

"Looks like Dad finally made it." One of the doctors between your legs says, and Arven is about to correct her when he's interrupted. "Go ahead and get on her other side."

It's then that Arven sees someone else holding one of your hands. A person with long bluish-green hair.

Part of him almost wonders if this is the sperm donor Rika was talking about, but then he remembers that these doctors think he's the father. There's no dad here.

"Arven…" Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, you're reaching a hand for his from across the room. "You really came."

He's at your side in an instant, clasping your single hand in both of his. "A-absolutely! I told you I'd be here fast as I could."

You nod, seemingly tearing up again, and the person on your other side snaps their fingers in your face.

"Hey! Hey hey," They tell you. "No more tears right now, 'kay? We gotta keep you breathing properly, so you can push. You ready, Mama?"

Mama? Oof what a weird thing to call you… But the person has a point, you probably can't be getting all weepy if you're about to–

"Holy fuck!" Arven cries out loud as you squeeze his hands in time with your groan. (A stupider man might compare the sound to a miltank lowing, but no one has to know that Arven maybe had that thought...)

"That was great." The doctors address you, completing ignoring Arven's distress and potentially broken metacarpals.

The person at your side looks to him with a wicked grin.

"Got here just in time for the fun, Dad."

"Don't tease him like that, Rika," You say between pants, your eyes closed in concentration. So that's Rika…

You gently tap a finger against one of Arven's hands without letting go or looking at him quite yet. "Sorry…"

"S'fine." Arven lies, ignoring the pain in his hand as he taps his thumb against yours. "Just…let me know what else I can do to help." He wiggles his less-squeezed hand free and uses it to push a stray bit of your hair back behind your ear with a soft smile.

"Just don't go, okay?" You say, small and tired.

Arven tilts his head to the side and quirks an eyebrow, still keeping that same soft grin on you. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He doesn't mind if a few of his fingers are broken along the way. He has you back. …Kinda? Not that you're his, obviously, but you're near him, and he's near you, and he can help you, and isn't that something?

And isn't it something else entirely when your screaming just a few minutes later is joined by another voice, smaller, raspier, and entirely brand new?

The baby boy (a boy!) is brought to your breast, still wet and red and screeching at the novelty and cold and change of his entire existence so far. Arven doesn't know anything about babies. Not really, but he doesn't look too small at all. Not like he's premature at least.

Really, he looks perfect. Is it weird that he thinks that?

He watches as the doctors take the baby from you, though he's still attached by the umbilical cord, and then someone is handing Arven clamps or scissors or something.

"Does Dad want to do the honors?" One of the nurses asks him.

"Wh-wha…?" Arven hesitates and looks to you nervously. "I-Is that okay? I don't know if I'm qualified."

But the nurse is already placing the cord between the clamps and telling him to just snip.

So he does?

It all happens so fast, and then he looks down at you, and you're smiling up at him, looking so, so tired. Which, yeah, that makes sense.

"Hey!" Rika pseudo-shouts from your other side, having been distracted by something else. "I wanted to be the one to do that."

"Oh, uh. My bad?" Arven says, and he dumbly almost goes to hand her the clamps before a nurse takes them.

"Yeah, whatever. Can I take this loser out back and teach him a lesson, Mama? I'll do it." She asks you, grinning all the while.

"Loser?! C'mon that's a little harsh." Arven says, incredulous, but you place a sleepy hand on each of their forearms.

"I'm not gonna have any fighting right now. Please? There's a whole new person that just got here. I kinda wanna focus on that before we get to the fighting or whatever?"

Rika calms down with an exaggerated, "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say." It's also at that time that her phone buzzes. "Son of a…again?" She takes the device from the bedside table, looks at it, and groans. "I really hate to do this, but now that you've expelled your darling potato, do you mind if I take this real fast?" Rika asks you, pointing to the door. "I'll just be out there for a moment."

You nod, and before Rika goes, she takes a moment to look Arven up and down, giving him the stink eye with one of those 'I'm watching you' type gestures where she points two fingers to her eyes then to him threateningly.

Only once she's gone does he finally breathe a sigh of relief and collapse into the chair next to you, scooting it closer, so he can sit by your head.

It's around that time that the nurse also brings your baby back, now tightly swaddled up in a blanket and wearing a little orange cap.

"Congratulations again," She says, handing him off to you. "We'll continue monitoring you from here, and you've still got the placenta to deliver, but you're through the worst of it."

You thank the nurse and hold the little boy tightly to you, adjusting his blanket just a bit to better see his smooshed little face.

"What's his name?" Arven asks. He can't stop staring at this tiny little thing. He looks so much like you. Because, duh. That's how babies work. But…wow. He loves you, obviously. He never stopped loving you, even when he was mad at you all those months ago, so in a sense he gets that he would love your kid, too, even if he only just met him… but holy shit the sheer amount of love he feels for this itty bitty little buddy you're holding is kinda scaring him.

"Basil." You say softly, as if you just decided.

"...I like it. Good choice." Arven tells you. He gingerly reaches out a hand toward the baby, delicately stroking his cheek.

"Hi Basil. Nice to meetcha, Bud. I'm Arven."

He notices that you tense at his side as he speaks. Must be some kinda protective mother instinct thing, maybe? So Arven withdraws his hand.

"He's beautiful."

"Isn't he though?" You agree dreamily, moving similarly to stroke Basil's cheek with your index finger. "Hello, my sweet boy…"

Basil seems to recognize the sound of your voice because he opens his eyes, blinking wide and owlishly, looking all over for the source of the sound as you coo softly at him. Eventually his gaze settles in on you, and you pull him in closer for kisses all over his tiny face. His cap gets jostled askew in the process.

Beside you, Arven's heart drops into the pit of his stomach.

Not only does Basil have teal eyes to match his own; his hair is two-toned, an achingly familiar blond and mousy brown.

That sick feeling Arven had felt in the cab comes roaring back to him with a vengeance.

"E-Excuse me." He says suddenly, standing. He thinks he hears you say something sharp, punctuated with a pang of panic or worry, but the sound of blood pulsing in his ears drowns it out.

There's a bathroom in your hospital suite, but even at that short distance he barely makes it in time before he's emptied the contents of his stomach.

What the fuck.

This kid has to be his. Right?

Why didn't you tell him?

He stays there, clinging to the cold tile of the hospital floor for what feels like a very long, long time, as he thinks he hears shuffling outside the door. He's not entirely sure since the rushing sound in his ears won't go away.

Eventually what pulls him back is the sound of Basil crying, small and scared and so, so new.

Basil.

That…that could be his boy. Has to be his boy, right? His boy.

If you wanted him to be? Or…well, even if you didn't want him to be? Did Arven have rights here? If you wanted him around though, couldn't Basil be his boy? Wouldn't he want that? To be a…a dad to a little baby boy who looks just like him? To give him the dad that he never got to have?

Fuck, could he even be a dad?

Arven suddenly feels sick all over again.

No.

No, breathe. Breathe.

Okay…

Maybe…maybe you don't want him to be a dad? That could make sense, right? How could some guy whose own dad didn't want him ever be a good father?

No. That's not like you. You don't think like that. Right?

Fuck. He can't have all these thoughts in a hospital bathroom.

He needs to get off the tile. He needs to stand. He needs to…to…

He needs to talk to you.

Basil isn't crying anymore.

Arven stands on shaking legs. He splashes his face with icy water. He rinses his mouth. Splashes his face again.

When he opens the door back out to your suite, Basil is tucked snuggly against your breast nursing, so he tries to politely look away.

The doctors or nurses or whoever are also all talking to you, so Arven just kinda stands at the door while you listen to them.

From the bits he picks up, Basil sounds healthy? Good test scores and whatnot for whatever baby tests they made him take, he imagines.

Arven really doesn't want to stare, but he can't help that his eye keeps going back to the baby. To…

"--And you and the father will need to go ahead and complete the birth certificate." One of the nurses says, making Arven's ears perk up.

"O-Oh. Uh, yeah." You say, taking the slip of paper from her with your free hand. "Thanks."

They seem to disperse soon after, leaving you alone with Basil while Arven continues to stand awkwardly at the door to the bathroom, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Your attention is still on the baby, the paper face down on the bedside table.

Arven clears his throat, and you startle, which makes Basil unlatch and fuss. You shoot Arven a glare, and he quickly apologizes.

"I was just getting the hang of it. I think." You say tersely.

He politely looks away while you try to reposition the baby and calm him again.

He only shuffles over to sit by you once he hears Basil suckling. "Is this okay?" He asks vaguely, not really looking at you or the baby, even though he really wants to.

"Uh…sure…" You say. The hesitancy makes you sound nervous, but Arven can't totally tell without looking at your face.

…

"How are you feeling?" You both ask each other at the same time, then back off with an uneasy chuckle.

"Me?" Arven eventually asks with a snort. "I just got a little sick. I'm more worried about you." It's genuine. Even with his whole panic episode and the fact that he's probably on the brink of another twelve or so…at least he didn't have to shove a person out of his loins.

You hum, and Arven hears fabric shift. "Fine, I guess. The doctors are monitoring me for now, but other than…ya know," He doesn't know, but sure? "I'm still here."

You both stay silent after that for a long moment, the only sound filling the space being Basil's tiny eating noises. Arven's heart squeezes tight.

Why didn't you tell me? Is he mine? He has to be mine. He's mine, right? Why didn't you tell me? How could you keep this from me? Why would you hurt me like this? Don't you know how much I love you? Don't you know how much I would have loved you? Don't you know how much I love him already? Isn't he mine? Can I hold him? Can I hold him?

Can I hold him?

"Where's Rika?" Arven asks.

"Geeta called. Something at the League. Couldn't wait, I guess? Plus now that the littlest one is here, and I'm not in critical or something, I told her it was fine." You say, and Arven can see you shrug from his peripheral. "She, uh. She works for the League, too. She helped take care of me. Ya know…during."

"I know." Arven says. "I-I mean. About the League thing. She told me over the phone… Are you two, uh, y'know…?" He doesn't know how to finish the question. Maybe you didn't want Basil to have a dad at all. A family doesn't have to have a dad anyway… You don't need him.

"What? Oh, no!" You laugh the tiniest bit, just an airy, tired thing. "Rika's just a good friend. A wonderful advocate…" You sigh. "It was her idea to call you, y'know."

Arven hears and sees you shifting. It also sounds like Basil isn't eating anymore, so he hazards a look over. True enough, the baby is sound asleep.

"Sorry again about that." You say.

"Hm?" Arven asks, lost in the sight of bundle in your arms. Can I hold him?

"Sorry she, uh… She called you. I know you've got your whole life ahead of you in Kalos right now… I know this isn't what you wanted. I told myself I wouldn't make this your problem."

"Not my… Buddy, what are you talking about?" Arven feels like he's been punched in the gut, and he doesn't want to get mad about it, but it's hard to keep the frustration from seeping into his tone. You kept this from him because you thought it wasn't his problem?

"Well, yeah. I didn't want to get in the way of your dreams, you know? I just… I felt so bad."

"You felt bad, so you sent me all those horrible messages and told me to stop talking to you?" Arven interrupts, doing his damnedest to keep his voice soft. "You… You can't just block me only to call me back at the drop of the hat. Except it's not really the drop of a hat, is it? It's the drop of my fucking baby, right? Right? He's mine, isn't he? H-he has to be, right? You haven't said it out loud, b-but… God, I can see it in him. How…how could you do this to me? How could you possibly? In what world?" Arven doesn't realize he's crying until breathing becomes harder and harder. His voice is still hushed though. He won't risk Basil waking up. "In what world could it possibly be okay for you to push me away like this? Me! I-I know I'm not the nicest guy… I-I know I didn't have the best examples of parents, but…but shouldn't that tell you that I would want to know all the more? I don't care about Kalos! I don't care about any of it! I-I cared about us! About you! I care about him! I care about being a present parent to my child more than any kind of career I could ever build. E-even if his mother doesn't think I deserved to know he even existed! H-how could you do this to me…?" His head falls into his hands.

Your fingers are on him. Gently laying on his head, feather light.

"Arven."

He tenses beneath you, hiccuping back a silent sob.

"Arven. Look at me."

He lifts his head, his teary eyes finding yours to be just as red as his own, your brows knit together in confusion and hurt. "I don't… I don't understand." The hand on his head goes to cup his cheek, one of your thumbs wiping away a tear, or more accurately, pressing it into his skin. "Of course Basil is yours. I told you… Whose else could he possibly be?" You laugh wetly and without humor. "You're the one… You're the one who never responded to me. I just didn't push you on it because I thought you had better things on your plate. I told you about all this months ago, and you blocked me. Do you not remember this?"

Arven sits up, pushing your hand away.

"Better things on my plate? Are you kidding me? It's a job. And I never blocked you? You were the one to block me!"

You sigh and take your phone from the bedside table where it sits next to the overturned and unfilled birth certificate. You open it up and hand it over to him.

It's the text conversation between yours and his number. The most recent message on his end is an error, but on your end…

>Hey! I know this isn't ideal, and I really would have rather said it in person or over a face call or even just a regular call, but I think you need to know, and I'm having a really hard time verbalizing it to you. I'm sorry to do it this way, but it's better to say it now than not at all, right?

I'm pregnant, and it's yours.

I'm so, so, SO sorry! I promise I didn't mean for it to happen like this, and I'm not trying to like…baby trap you or something. I swear! You're my best friend in the whole world, and I'm so happy that you can go and live your dream in Kalos right now. But I just feel like you should know? Like you should have a say in what happens here? I'd love to talk to you. Do...do you want to do this? Because....well if you're willing I'd want to try this. With you. But I also know that you're living your dream right now, and I don't want to get in the way of that! I want you to be able to really embrace this new journey you're taking and learn and grow and do wonderful things! But I just wanted you to know, you know? Please don't hate me. Just give me a call when you have a minute, and we can figure this out. Okay?

Arven's hand shakes as he reads. His eyes scan the screen. No. No? When was this sent? It has to be fake. The number has to be wrong. No… It…It's all there, plain as day.

"But…" He opens his own phone. "I never got this from you. We… We had a whole different conversation."

He hands the device to you, and you shift the baby in your arms a bit before you take it. Arven's text opens the most recent conversation.

>Hey! Sorry we keep missing each other lately! I hope things are okay? Are you staying warm? It's getting kinda cold here.

>can we not do this?

>Not do what?

>"This" i'm getting real fuckin tired of you bailing on me all the time now that your some hot shot kalosian celebrity guy

>Whoa. Where is this even coming from??

>you kno exactly where its coming from, arven. Youve been super shitty to me since you left paldea and it really hurts my feelings.

>I'm sorry? I've been busy here. It's been a lot getting used to a whole new place and a whole new language. I thought you understood that. I really am sorry though.

>y'know what? I dont really care at this point. Ive had enough waiting around for you to call me or text me back. there are guys here who can do better by me

>[One Missed Call]

>Are you being serious right now? You can't be. This is a joke?

>[One Missed Call]

>[The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected and is no longer in service.]

Arven watches as your face scrunches in confusion as you read through it, your thumb moving bit by bit across the screen.

You hum softly, confused, and tilt your head to the side. "...Arven? This…this isn't me…"

"What?" He looks at the phone over your shoulder.

You point at your contact name on the top of the screen and click it open.

"That's my name, but that's…that's definitely not my number."

"What?"

He snatches the device back out of your hand.

Sure enough…the number associated with your name there…is Kalosian.

"My number…" You say, starting to type it into the dial pad. "Is this…" and lo and behold, there's no associated contact. In fact, the number pops up in red once it's fully typed out, indicating that it had been blocked.

"Wh… I… I didn't. I would never." Arven starts, going to defend himself. "You know, I wouldn't!"

"Not even after getting scared at the prospect of suddenly becoming a father?" You ask, maybe a little meanly. "Listen. I… I don't get what's going on here? I'm sorry. I don't… I don't want to get upset. I'm tired. It's been a long day." You gently bounce Basil in your arm. "I… I've prepared myself mentally to do all of this without you. I'm…" You close your eyes and swallow. "I'm sorry I called you here today. It was a moment of weakness, and if you want to go now, I won't blame you, okay? You don't… You don't need to stick around out of…I dunno, pity or some sense of obligation if it's just going to make you upset in the long run, okay? It really does seem like you had no idea until now that I'd been pregnant. So. I can't just ask you to leave your position all of the sudden. You probably have duties and responsibilities you're missing out on right now. Not to mention the fact that you haven't had a chance to mentally process any of this yet. I'm really sorry for whatever happened on your end. Whatever it was…" You sigh. "I'll be fine with Basil on my own. Like I said, that's been the plan on my end from basically the start when y–…or whoever it was, blocked my number. You can go back to Kalos and keep doing whatever cooking show and podcast and content creation whatever… it's okay. Okay?"

"No!" Arven replies, more loudly than he intended. "No… How? How could you expect me to go back to Kalos after this? No. I… I can't. I'll figure something out. Figure out what happened with everything, but…" Arven leans in and takes one of your hands. "I need you to understand. This is the absolute most important thing. You. Basil. Both of you. Even…even if you won't have me," He swallows solemnly. "I want to do everything in my power to be here and present for my son. If…if you'll let me call him that?"

Arven searches your eyes as they fill afresh with tears. You wordlessly nod, and he drops his head at your side, his own shoulders shaking a bit.

"Thank you… I'm sorry I missed so much already."

"Well, you got here in time to cut the cord, so…I think that counts for something?"

Arven sniffles through a small laugh, and you stifle back a yawn. It's then that he notices your eyes drooping.

"Oh! That's right." He tells you, sitting back up a bit. "You said you were tired. I mean, obviously. That makes sense. Do you want to take a nap? I can… I can look after Basil for you. Well, not for you like I'm babysitting or something. Like." Can I hold him? "I mean obviously," Can I hold him? "I don't wanna just be a babysitter or something." Can I hold him? "I can keep him safe though." Keep him safe?!

"It's fine…" You say, yawning again and pulling the clear, rolling bassinet on your other side closer for you to set the baby down. "I'll take a nap, and he can sleep here by me. You don't need to do anything. If you like, you might be able to get some food down in the cafeteria if you're hungry?" You wince, hissing just slightly as you adjust your body to lay down more fully.

"That's okay! I'm not hungry." Arven insists. "I'd really rather stay close by. O-or I can get you some food? If you're hungry?"

You shake your head, your eyes already closed as if half asleep. "Nah…later. Tired now."

"Okay… You go to sleep. If Basil wakes up, can I…?"

Arven doesn't finish his sentence because you're already snoring softly.

He sits quietly watching you and the baby. Your baby…his baby. It makes his chest squeeze in a hideously wonderful way.

He should be terrified. On some level, he is. This is a lot, and he's definitely going to need more than a half hour throwing up in a hospital bathroom to get used to the fact that his life has been irreversibly changed. The two of you have a whole lot to talk about, and he'll have a hell of a lot to discuss with the folks at the company he's partnering with right now to figure out how he can move back to Paldea effective immediately, not to mention what happened with his phone. He doesn't understand what could have gone on there, but no one touches his phone but him and the folks at the company who make posts on his behalf from time to time.

But…for now he just wants to watch over you and Basil. An anxious part of his brain keeps an eye on both of your chests, making sure they're rising and falling with each breath.

At some point a nurse comes in to check on everyone's vitals, and he dutifully stays out of the way as best he can.

You don't stir in the slightest through the poking and prodding or whatever the nurse does, but Basil comes back to wakefulness and starts fussing, not really crying yet but making unhappy little noises in that register that only brand new babies make.

The nurse coos him some, and Arven doesn't even realize that he stood, hovering right beside her the moment his son started fretting, until she turns and smiles at him.

"He's okay, don't worry." She reassures Arven with a softly whispered chuckle. "Just isn't too happy about being moved. I'm all done now though and'll get out of your hair."

She gently hands Basil over, putting him in Arven's arms with a kind reminder to support his head, and she's gone.

Arven doesn't even have the wherewithal in him to comment or ask if this is okay or if it's alright with you or if he's allowed to do this or–or–or…

He slowly goes to sit back down in the cushy armchair at your bedside.

Basil has mostly quieted down now, having been spoken to in soft, sweet tones and bounced gently. He's still a little sleepy and blinks blearily up at Arven.

He stares down at those eyes that match his own, and the rest of the world seems to fade away.

"Can… Can I try again? I think I messed up a little bit ago." He asks Basil under his breath, leaning in to kiss his pudgy cheek. "Hi Basil… Nice to meetcha, Bud. I'm… I'm your Dad."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader #arven x pregnant!reader #pregnancy fic #pregnancy//#i think those were all the tags people wanted me to put this under so it could be black listed. please let me know if anyone needs others!#arvensimp kidfic

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hollyjollybaby · 1 year

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I freakin love Tuesdays and Thursdays because she has school in the mornings 😅 she gets 2.5 hours of fun, non-parental adult and peer interaction, and I get time to run childfree errands/return things/clean up the house/pick up groceries/knock shit off my to-do list! Then I go pick her up, we have lunch, she goes down for nap, and I still have her whole nap time to myself 😇

Her teacher told me on Tuesday at pickup that she had a rough day and had been *pushing* other kids when they got close to her 😔 I was shook bc she’s normally the kid GETTING pushed, I’ve literally never seen her push or hit or do anything like that to another kid. I’m sure she learned it at school. And these mean big kids we have on the playgrounds around here. Ugh. Jake and I have been seeing a whole host of 🤪 fun 🤪 new 2 year old behaviors. So much more defiance, wannabe-independence, running away from us to avoid putting shoes on/teeth brushing/bed, coming up with tonssss of new stall tactics, plain old sitting down on the ground and refusing to get up in public, just off the top of my head. She’s really putting me through my gentle parenting paces lol. Got me wishing the BLF ladies could just ride around on my shoulders all day helping me with this kid 😂

Her teacher said she did much better with her behaviors today though. I realized that I haven’t really taught her what to say INSTEAD of pushing or shoving, like, “you can say no thank you/space please/I don’t want to play”/whatever. So this morning before school I was trying to talk to her about some things she could say if a friend got too close to her space. That’s her huge trigger is having her personal space invaded. She gets that from me for sure. As a kid I was so stringent about my personal bubble. She gets very stressed and visibly uncomfortable when she doesn’t have enough room for her body and she has classmates who love to hug and be super close. Obviously this is something we’ll continue consistently talking about and practicing and working on giving her alternatives so she doesn’t feel like she needs to push to protect herself. A much older kid pushed her down the slide at the park last week and I saw red, I don’t want her to be that kid to anyone else 🙁

2 is my favorite age still (by far) but it’s a lot of pressure to not mess this child up 😂

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stayathomesurveys · 2 years

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022.

Are you strong enough for this survey? ... Yup.

Are you someone who is an ass because you're so honest? No.

Do you think making out is slutty? No...

How often do you give out second chances? Too often.

Be honest, ever listened to Aaron Carter? Yes.

Does the song you're currently listening to remind you of anyone special? I’m not listening to music. I’m watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager. It does not remind me of anyone in particular but reminds me of high school and makes me nostalgic.

Have you ever ran over an animal? No.

Who made you mad today? No one.

Is there a difference between love and in love? Yes.

Is there anyone you wish you could be spending time with right now? No.

What's something that bothers you about girls? Catty.

Do you get jealous easily? Yeah.

Are you starting to realize anything? Hmm. I guess.

How was last night? It was a disaster, lol. My boyfriend and I drove down to Williamsburg because we were planning on staying there for the weekend and going to Busch Gardens, Water Country USA, and seeing Colonial Williamsburg. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday morning so I slept into the afternoon. That being said, we didn’t drive down to Williamsburg until almost 3 pm. It’s about 2.5 to 3 hour drive. We got down there and decided to go to the outlets and stop at Walmart before checking into our hotel. We didn’t get to our hotel until 10:30-11 pm. He goes to check in and is told that our reservation is there but that there are no clean rooms. So we cancelled our reservation and drove back home and didn’t get home until 2 am. Extremely disappointed.

Have you ever left school just because you didn't want to be there? Yeah.

Does it make you mad when people stare at you? Uncomfortable, I guess.

Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point and aren't around much anymore? Yeah, a lot of people.

Did anything cute happen today? I mean, my cats do cute things everyday.

Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Maybe?

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants or pajama pants? Pajama pants.

If the person who has hurt you the most, said they were in love with you, would you believe them? Hm.

What are you currently hearing? The Secret Life of the American Teenager.

What’s the first thing you thought this morning? I was thinking about how bad my headache was and how I really hoped that I could get it under control w/ OTC meds because I no longer have insurance due to quitting my job and cannot afford to go to the doctor for a new prescription.

Are you afraid of the dark? Kinda.

Are you gonna get high later? Nope.

When is your birthday? December 26.

If myspace made you pay would you still use it? MySpace is free and no one uses it, lol. So that’s a hard no.

Has anyone ever hung up on you? Yes.

Have you ever been recorded on film without your permission? Maybe?

Do you love the last boy/girl you were talking to? Yeah.

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yeah.

What were you doing 30 minutes ago? I was still watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager.

Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you? My boyfriend.

Last restaurant you went to? We got Sonic last night? The last sit down restaurant we went to... not sure.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My boyfriend.

What do you spend most of your money on? Makeup and skin care. Bills.

Where were you at 1AM Sunday morning? We were on the road back from Williamsburg.

Ever kissed someone over 30? Yes.

Is there a secret you've never told your parents? Yeah.

Do you like yourself? No.

Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes.

Are you wearing a necklace? Nope.

Who is someone you wish you could fix things with? Hmm...

Is there anything in your past that you'd like to try again? Yeah.

#survey

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.”

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x self insert #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcannons #bakugou fluff #bnha fic #mha fic #mha headcannons #bnha headcannons

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serendipitous-magic · 3 years

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Luke and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad 72 Hours

Imagine you’re a 19 year old working on a farm, and one day you buy some new animals from traveling merchants to help out around the farm - let’s say a goat and an ostrich. You’re cleaning them and getting them ready to work when you notice that the goat has a message tied around its neck. It sounds like the message might be intended for the kooky old guy who lives by himself out in the wilderness. You’ve met the guy a few times, you might even consider him a friend, but he’s mostly a mystery. You ask your uncle if he knows anything about it, but first he denies any knowledge and then he says the intended recipient of the message knew your dead father, and then he abruptly tells you to forget all about it.

Okay, weird???

That night, the goat runs away. The ostrich is freaking out about it. You go after it with the ostrich the next morning and find it making its way towards the old hermit’s house, but you’re attacked by a local gang and knocked tf out. When you wake up, the old hermit is there, and he takes you back to his place and drops the bomb on you that apparently your dead dad wasn’t who your family told you he was?? Apparently he wasn’t a navigator on a fishing boat, he was a pilot and a samurai warrior, and he was fucking murked by his samurai buddy??? And while that earth-shattering revelation is still fresh in your mind, Hermit Dude reads the rest of the Goat Message. Apparently it’s from a princess, and she’s asking Hermit Dude for help in a massive civil war that’s been going on. She says this goat is a Very Important Goat, and it’s carrying information that’s essential to the war effort that could restore prosperity to the entire world.

Hermit Dude then immediately sits back, looks you in the eye and without preamble says, “You’re going to have to learn how to be a samurai warrior if you’re gonna come with me to the big city and help this chick and save the war effort.” And you’re like “??? learn?? to be a samurai?? Big city?? What in the frick frack paddywack are you babbling about? Listen dude I got shit to do, I can’t just go off on this wild goat chase. But look, if it means so much to you I’ll give you a lift to the nearest town so you can go on your own.”

But on the way to town, you come across those traveling merchants you bought the goat and ostrich from - all dead, their caravan trashed. “This wasn’t the gang,” Hermit Dude says, “The government did this, and made it look like it was gang activity. They were looking for your Goat Message.” You race back home, only to find the smoldering remains of your farm, and the charred skeletons of your family laid out on the doorstep.

With nothing to do, nowhere else to call home, and a newfound revenge-driven fury in your chest, you return to Hermit Dude and say, “Make me a samurai like my apparently-murdered father, yo-yo master Hermit Dude. I’ll go help the war effort with you like the princess asked.”

So you all head off to this shady-ass small town run by crime lords. The government is already there, looking for the goat, and Hermit Dude hypnotizes these two military guys like it’s no big deal, sooooo apparently he can just do that? Okay, neat, neat, neat. Hermit Dude then chops somebody’s fucking arm off right in front of you in a bar fight (what the fuck), and long story short you end up selling your car so you can hitch a clandestine ride to the Big City in this fast-talking cowboy’s RV, which looks like it’s held together with spit and duct tape. Cowboy Guy’s best friend is this 7-foot-tall dude with so much hair and beard that he could probably hide weapons in it. The military arrives and you barely make it out of the parking garage, and you end up in a fucking car chase before you make it to the highway and get the hell outta dodge.

BUT THEN you finally arrive at the Big City, and it’s gone. There’s nothing there, just the ruined wasteland of nuclear rubble where the government dropped the bomb (which by the way was JUST invented). And as far as you know that’s??? Never happened before?? So, that’s terrifying. (Also keep in mind your home was razed and your family was brutally murdered like less than 24 hours ago so THAT’S still fresh.)

There’s one little government truck that sees you and takes off. Cowboy is like “Let’s shoot their tires out before they go report to somebody,” but there isn’t anybody around to report to. EXCEPT FOR THE CITY-SIZED BATTLE STATION ON WHEELS THAT ABDUCTS YOU, RV AND ALL. What the fuck is this? Since when did this exist??? They pull the RV into their parking garage, but you hide under the floor panels, surprise-attack some soldiers and steal their uniforms. You sneak into a control room, hoping to shut down the station’s power and escape, but while Hermit Dude goes to cut some power cords, you notice some records lying around. And, hey, what’s this? The princess that wrote the Goat Message? She’s here on Massive Battle Station? SCHEDULED TO BE EXECUTED??? Well, of course you can’t let that happen! Cowboy is grumpy about it but you manage to convince him.

Using your military disguises, you manage to find and save the princess from her cell, almost get crushed to death in a trash compactor while escaping from the prison section, and arrive back at the parking garage pursued by hordes of soldiers - only to witness Hermit Dude, your only remaining link to your home and your old life, get sliced in actual half right in front of you.

There’s another one for Trauma Bingo!

(P.S. you’ve also now killed several government soldiers in your escape. You’ve now killed people. You’re a killer.)

You manage to escape in the Duct Tape RV with Cowboy, Beard, Princess, Ostrich and Goat, but you’re followed by some government cars. You climb up on the roof to engage in an at-speed shootout with them, because after the last 36 hours, this is the least weird thing you’ve done. Firefight with government forces? Yeah, sure, what the hell. No big deal, honestly.

So now not only are you family-less and homeless, but you’re DEFINITELY on some sort of government list of known criminals. Guess there’s no going back now; you’re part of the rebels whether you want to be or not! Thankfully you’ve still got that grief-driven justice quest going on, doubly compounded by witnessing the murder of your mentor.

The RV makes it to the secret base where the rebels have been hiding. The Very Important Goat is finally delivered, and it coughs up plans for the gigantic battle station. So far, so good. Except, curses! The government tracked you here! Looks like the fight happens now. Game on, jackass government. Game on. “That’s impossible!” cries one pilot, to which you reply, “Nah, I basically did it all the time back home.” You sign up to fight: a pilot, like your dead samurai dad.

Why was a 19 year old civilian with some bush-plane experience (??) allowed to sign up to fly a fighter plane? We’ll never know.

Also, the goat comes on the plane with you.

Cowboy collects his payment and takes off, which you’re not happy about, but at least you’re reunited with your BFF from back home. So at least you have one single connection to home left.

Until he dies. RIP.

You try blowing up the Enormous Battle Station the normal way, but the disembodied spirit of Hermit Dude appears in your head and tells you to use your Magical Samurai Powers. You do, and succeed in blowing up the Big-Ass Battle Station just as Cowboy arrives again to take out the Big Baddie who killed Hermit Dude. The Traveling Nuke Factory is destroyed, the evil government has taken a big blow, and you get a shiny medal in a ceremony with your new friends.

So, let’s recap. In the last, oh, 2.5 days or so, you’ve gone from living your everyday life to seeing everything you know and love destroyed, to becoming a traitor to the evil government and a rebel, to fighting in (and winning) an intense military battle thanks to your fledgling Magic Powers, to now being the poster child of the rebellion.

You need therapy.

But at least the goat’s okay.

#star wars is wild #star wars #a new hope #sw: a new hope #luke skywalker #this is why luke went dark in ESB #the kid needs hella therapy

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atalho-s · 3 years

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Sweet Sugar

2 | Oh this town it's so electric

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

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a/n: english it’s not my first language, sorry for any mistake!

Summary: Y/n has always been Harrison’s and Tom’s best friend. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 2! If you want to read Part 1 click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker created for the series! here

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It was almost 7pm on Saturday and I was almost ready to go meet Tom before we went to the party. I had put on a stylish shirt along with a skirt (a little shorter than i usually wore) and a sandal with a medium heel. After finishing doing my outline, I take the bag with the gift and went down the stairs.

The day before I had found something in the mall, a chain with an amber stone as a pendant. The attendant of the store had told me it meant protection and calm, which I thought was perfect to give to Tom as a way to show that I was there to comfort him whenever he needed it.

As soon as I went downstairs my mother was already waiting for me to fill me with accessories (she always complained that I didn't "dress up" properly).

- You look beautiful! - She said putting a bracelet on my wrist and two rings on my fingers.

- Aw, thanks mom!- I said giving a kiss on her cheek. - I have to go, because I'm almost late, I don't know what time I'll be back, probably before midnight.

-Okay, If you need anything calls us and we'll go get you. - She said and I nodded waving to my father who was in the living room. - Give my birthday wishes to Thomas and a hi to Haz for me and take this pie to Nikki. - She handed me a bag with a pot as we walked down the stairs from the front door.

- Okay, bye mom! - I said and waved down the street.

After walking for less than 10 minutes I was in front of Tom's house, took a deep breath, went up the stairs to the entrance and knocked on the door. I heard some screams to open the door from the inside and a "messy hair" Harry wearing striped pajamas answered me.

- It's Y/n! - He yelled to the side. - Come in. - He said as he gave me space and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

- Are you ready to sleep? - I said pointing to his pajamas. - Actually it's time to children to be in bed, you're right. - and Harry stuck out his tongue.

- So funny. Since we're not old enough to go to the party with you guys, me, Sam and Paddy are going to play video games and watch movies, you know, boys night. - He said as if celebrating, putting a fist up.

- Got it. In fact, what I really wanted was to be with you guys watching movies, much better than a party. - I said as we arrived in the kitchen, where Nikki and Sam were preparing cookies.

- I doubt it, I can't wait to go out and have fun at night. Harry said and I shrugged.

- What can I do? I'm a old lady... - I laughed and greeted Nikki and Sam with a hug.

- I wish my children like to stay in home like you. -Nikki spoke as she took the cookie shape out of the oven.

- Well Nikki, I've already tried to get them on the right path, but they're too rebellious.- I said and Harry and Sam giggled. - My mother sent you apple pie. - I put the bag on the counter.

- Yay, your moms apple pie is delicious!- Sam said opening the bag and taking a fork to taste.

- Teenagers....I don't know what I do with these pests anymore.- Nikki said putting her hand on her hip and watching Harry and Sam fight to eat the pie.

- Did I hear pie?- Paddy came into the kitchen greeting me with our handshake, which I taught him since he was practically a baby, Paddy and I had our little bond, I was his defender when the older brothers made fun of him.

He stole Sam's fork and ran off as he and Harry ran after him screaming.

-Oh God…I don't deserve this.- Nikki laughed. - Honey, Tom is there in his room getting ready, if you want to go upstairs.

- Okay, I'll hurry him.- I said and she agreed, laughing. - By the way, you look amazing! I loved your outfit.

- Thank you Nikki! - I thanked going towards the stairs.

Once I got to the top I walked until I reached the end of the hallway where Tom's room was, knocking on the door.

- Tommy? Can I come in? - I asked and heard a "come in!" from the inside.

I opened the door and saw Tom in front of the mirror finishing his hair. He wore a basic white T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black all star with white laces. He looks beautiful, which made me miss a few heartbeats for a moment.

- Did you like it? - He asked turning to me and opening his arms looking at himself and then at me again.

- Perfect! I loved the all star- I said and he smiled.

- You not looking bad yourself either... New skirt? - He said looking me up and down making me feel my cheeks burning.

- It's old, but I've never used it, I left it for special dates.

- I felt honored now- he said and I laughed.

-Hey happy brithday! - I approached and hugged him feeling his delicious and intoxicating perfume. - Best wishes, I hope all your dreams come true. - I said still hugging him tight and closing my eyes feeling him kiss my cheek when we let go.

- Thank you mate, you and Haz are one of the best thinga in my life. - He said and I smiled seeing him smile back, and what a smile... Damn y/n! Stop thinking things that shouldn't be thought!!

-I have a present for you!-I said, delivering my bag in his hands.

- Yay!! - He got excited sitting on the bed to open it like a child on Christmas Day. -Wow!- he said taking the chain out of the box. - It's beautiful... Thank you so much darling, I love it! - and obviously I blushed even more with the pet name. Tom called all the women closest to him darling or love, which was normal, but whenever he said to me, for some reason, I felt a warm feeling in my heart...

- You're welcome Tommy, it's an amber stone to bring you protection and patience.

- Perfect, everything I need - he looked at me - I'll use it right now! It even matched my outifit- he said putting the chain around his neck and winking at me right after.

- I liked it, it looks amazing. - I said looking at him and he hugged me from the side.

- Hey, we have to go if we don't want to be late.- he said getting up and giving me his hand to get up too.

- Right. - I said, following him out of the room and down the stairs behind him.

- Mom? We're already going! - he yelled, taking the keys from the counter and Nicki appeared approaching.

- You two are rocking huh? Both look beautiful! My baby is already so grown... - she said squeezing one of Tom's cheeks making me laugh and he rolled his eyes.

- Mom...

- Okay, go ahead, and don't drink! Especially you young man - she said pointing at Tom with her intimidating finger. - And don't come back too late.

- Okay mom. I'm responsible.

- Yeah... I'm just more relieved, because the Y/n goes too, she's the only sane one of this "impossible trio." - and I made a face of "proud of myself", puffing out my chest.

-Ha-ha, yeah sure...- Tom replied and I hit his arm causing him to rub it pretending he was in pain.

- I'm the oldest and most responsible, Nikki is absolutely right. - I said and Nikki laughed.

- You said like you're very old, but it's only some months... - He start saying and I raised my hand ready to hit him again, making him shrink with fear. - Okay, okay... Now let's go, because we're already too late. - Tom said opening the door letting me through and we waved to Nikki.

We took an uber and arrived in 20 minutes in front of the party. It was a really nice house, Tom’s friend welcome us on the front door and lead us to the backward, into what appeared to be a small wood structure with a big window at the front, but when Tom and I walked in after passing the door, the place was a lot bigger than it looked. It had a lot tables around like a big saloon even with a dance floor and seemed to be very cozy. When we walked in you could hear an indie song playing in the background, which I really liked as it's one of my favorite styles. Passing through the door we already saw some familiar people seated, including Haz.

- Finally! The birthday boy arrived!- Tuwaine, one of the boys' friends, who eventually became mine too, stood up greeting Tom with a hug.

- Thanks mate.- Tom said returning the hug and greeting the rest of the people who were at the table and I went after him greeting them too.

- Good to see you here Y/n! I know you're not a big fan of parties.- Tuwaine said as I sat between him and Haz.

- Well, it’s what we do for friends, right? - I laugh looking at Tom who was talking to some friends from the school.

An hour passed and everyone was drinking and talking happily. Tom sat at the end of the long table a little away from where I was with Haz and Tuwaine, so the 3 of us were talking nonsense and joking together.

Until a group of 4 girls arrived together, one of them I could recognize as being Gracie, a girl from the school, I didn't know her very well, we were classmates, we did math together, but we never talked. And another face I knew well: Meghan. A girl who do theater with the boys and who was everyone's crush. Tom and Haz were always talking about her, but I had never talked to her for a long time, just the times I would meet the boys at the theater, we would say hello and goodbye and that was it. The only thing I knew was that Tom was in love with her since he was a child.

Obviously that made me a little jealous, which was ridiculous, because I didn't even know her very well and even though I felt something different for Tom for the past few months, it wasn't right for me to be jealous, he was my friend, that's all.

The girls approached the table and Tom got up to greet them.

-I'm glad you came!-I heard him say as he kissed Meghan's cheek and hugged the others. I could see Gracie looking in Haz's direction and look away quickly, which made me raise a curious eyebrow.

They sat down and I saw Meghan walking to the bar with Tom as they chatted excitedly. I looked away picking up my glass with a drink I didn't even know what it was anymore, taking a sip. I heard someone approaching and when I looked up I saw Gracie.

- Hi Haz! Good to see you. - She said and I saw Haz turn a little red.

- Good to see you too Gracie!- he said greeting her across the table.

- Do you guys know each other?- I asked looking from one to the other.

- Yes we did English together. - Haz said.

- You are Y/n aren't you? Do we do math together? - Gracie asked.

- Yes we do! Do you know Meghan too?

- Yes, she is a childhood friend of mine, as she said she was coming on Tom's birthday and didn't want to come alone me, Beverly and Paige came to accompany her.

- Got it, do you want to sit with us? - I said pointing to the chair in front of us.

- I wish, but the girls are already asking me to sit with them, we haven't seen each other for a while, you know, don't you want to go sit with us instead? - She said pointing to the other table where the other 3 girls were looking at her, calling her.

- It's a good idea. - Haz said and looked at me and Tuwaine who agreed, getting up.

So Gracie went in the front with Tuwaine behind her and me and Haz got a little further back, where I poked him.

- Why didn't you tell me you had a crush? - I asked like a whisper so that only he could hear me.

- It's not a crush... She's just a nice girl from my class, that's all. - he replied.

- Haz I know you.- I said and he rolled his eyes giggling.

We arrived at the table and stayed there talking and getting to know each other. The girls were really nice and cool, which I ended up getting along really well with them, especially Gracie, which was funny because we did a class together and we never even said hello to each other. In the meantime, Tom and Meghan had already returned from the bar with their drinks, where Meghan ended up finding a way to sit next to Tom at the other table, which I thought was a little weird, but I ignored it.

After a few minutes Tom approached our table.

- Hey guys, we’re going to the dance floor, do you guys want to?- he asked leaning between my chair and Haz.

Everyone ended up agreeing, getting up and following him to the dance floor, where Meghan and a few others at the other table were already dancing. The song Juicebox by The strokes starts playing, and everyone sang loudly. I was a little behind as I hated dancing, but I also joined in the singing, because Strokes was one of my favorite bands.

Soon after, the song Glockenspiel song by D.I.D started to play. We got even more excited and started jumping singing. I saw Haz approach Gracie, which made me smile, they looked cute together. So, I looked around and realized that I was in a corner alone, Tuwaine had already left for the middle of the floor super excited and the other girls were on the other side, talking to Marcos and Julian. I kept looking until I found Tom and Meghan, they were dancing very close and talking talking into each other's ears, laughing.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

I lowered my eyes finding the ground very interesting for a moment, but I couldn't stand it and looked up again.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

Which I regretted, because now they were kissing passionately.

(We are a mess, we are failures and we love it)

I felt my stomach starts to hurt, and my eyes fill with tears. Why did I feel this way? It was ridiculous and immature. Tom had already hooked up with other girls in front of me, why was it different now? Not understanding my feelings, the only thing I did was run away, I went outiside and went to the front of the house, leaving.

Maybe it was the drink? But I sat on a low wall and lowered my head to my knees and started to cry.

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#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland friends to lovers #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland series

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 3 years

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i’m an idiot. i screw everything up.

Titans 3.03

still here, still doing this. these reviews take a fair bit of time that i cobble together across days (like, ten minute chunks during breaks, etc) and i tend to struggle to keep up with episodes as they come out. this means that by the time i’m done with one, most of my stuff is jossed (or geoffed in this case? idk) or outdated and the post sinks like a stone into oblivion. so! i’m going to change things up a bit with this one and write as i see the episode rather than collecting my thoughts later. in my experience with spn, that was a faster way to get them done.

anyway. let’s see how it goes! *shadowboxes*

SPOILERS ahead.

1. an auspicious start with some grave-digging!

digging up a grave and breaking open a coffin is some serious, back-breaking work--that dick did it on his own, likely straight after that fight with red hood, is a testament to the sheer intensity, stamina and discipline that he’s capable of. like, we like to joke about dick cooking cauliflower crust pizzas and making gar and rachel spar and memorise sun tzu--and despair at the obvious consequences of some of bruce’s parenting skills--but imagine crime-fighting almost daily without any superpowers, performing some of the most intense parkour in bulky, uncomfortable armour, doing detective work, pushing through every last barrier of exhaustion and then getting up to repeat it all over again the next day. dick probably thought he was going extra-easy on rachel and gar.

1.5. then again, dick probably had a hundred different easier ways to confirm whether jason was still buried or not, from using equipment to merely asking connor to have a quick look with his x-ray vision. but, no, he’s too caught up in confusion and terror, not really having come to terms with jason’s death in the first place, leave alone the possibility that he could be alive after all. he can’t possibly let the others know until he’s confirmed it himself, even if it means digging all through the night until his arms are jelly, thinking over and over again about jason’s eyes, jason’s voice, from behind that red mask.

... besides, dick has good reason to believe that he could’ve been hallucinating. wouldn’t be his first psychotic episode, after all.

that just imbues this sweaty, desperate, fingers-scrabbling-in-gravedirt scene with that much more poignancy, and a fair bit of bone-chilling terror. dick is horrified to realise that jason’s grave is empty, but a part of him is also probably relieved.

1.75 (... also it’s curious that we’re never shown any of the team asking to see jason’s grave after they come to wayne manor. i guess it’s because the writers--and the audience--know that jason is actually alive, but these people don’t know that. i don’t know if it’s sad or infuriating or both that they’re barely shown mourning him.)

2. oh GOD the sheer TENSION in kory saying, “i don’t want to say it, but--” and dick quickly interrupting, “it was jason. i saw him,” and hank giving him this loaded sidelong glance. i love how dick’s precarious mental health from last season is still this big elephant in the room but at least nobody’s blowing up in his face and questioning his every decision yet

2.25. i love the relative matter-of-factness with which they’re discussing a possible resurrection. and, of course, ra’s al ghul is brought up and quickly dismissed

(still wouldn’t put it past this show to bring him up at the very last second as the real real mastermind)

2.5. “maybe they can bring donna back” OH KORY

2.75. didn’t they have this same conversation about killing/not killing rose last season? man, the og titans make me tired.

and i don’t know if it’s just hank, but there’s a definite in-group/out-group vibe going on with the og titans, where they’re not only ready to consider killing anybody who threatens the group but makes it difficult for new people to fit in. donna and kory got along well with each other, but the dynamics between hank/donna/dawn and gar/rachel/rose were somewhat strained, and with jason, they were really fucking terrible. it makes sense when you think about how the titans started and how they broke up the first time--both were fairly disruptive events, i’d imagine, in that they probably got together to break away from their mentors and strike out on their own, and when they split up, it was the first time they felt directly responsible for the loss of an innocent life.

but the titans that dick is leading now is explicitly about mentoring a young generation of heroes, about second chances and found family. dick definitely wants to reach out to him first, and i have a feeling he’s going to be forced to make some sort of terrible Choice later on in this episode.

2.8. (honestly tho, this also seems like hank struggling with his own guilt re: jason; if red hood is not the kid that he failed, it’d be easier to fight him.)

HANK NO

4. honestly this season is already ticking off so many things on my wishlist, but i really wish dick would sit down with the newer members of his team and trust them with important information the same time that he’s telling them to the other members. gar searching for help and reassurance from a man who just dumped all of his responsibilities on his son overnight and went AWOL is a sad sight

4.25. has it only been just 48 hours????? wow! jason’s definitely been planning the red hood gig for a long time now...

5. ezekiel, my man! shady looking guy gets into your cab without a destination in mind... no problem, get right in! said guy gets a call to go to the observatory when he’s barely even looked out of the window so far at gotham... yep, a damn tourist! i want more ezekiel in this show.

5.25. (of course jason has upturned table lamps all along the floor... we have to *gritted teeth* balance the TEAL with the ORANGE don’t we?)

5.5. “dick’s a fucking psycho--he could be following you right now.” hank... has no objection to that lol

5.25. hank, hank... this is bad-decision-palooza. i can’t imagine that hank actually thought that jason was reaching out to him for help, given that the last time hank and jason had any substantial interaction hank had been one of the people accusing jason of sabotaging the team. but for him to go seek out jason and go along with his demands without any backup, weapons or equipment? not the best idea he’s ever come up with.

(add to that getting into the swimming pool of a condemned gym... oh yuck.)

((yes, i have enough self-restraint to not cap his ass.))

(((cap his ass! HA!)))

5.5. do you think jason has bugs/monitoring equipment planted in wayne manor to monitor the titans, or remote access to the cave’s systems? wouldn’t put it past him.

6. oh man, hank came back before dick and the others could meet ezekiel! this is TRAGIC

6.25. i mean, it’s plot-convenient that connor was able to give so much information about the bomb from just looking at it once, but i also like to think it’s the luthor-side of him coming to the fore. it also reminds me of that (in)famous scene from the new52 run of Nightwing comics, where a bomb was attached to nightwing’s heart and luthor disabled it by killing nightwing (temporarily). it’s a neat little callback.

6.55. “where i come from, you go after family? there’s no mercy.” BUT THAT’S THE PROBLEM ISN’T IT

6.75. i mean, dick’s making sense: this is a game, and they need to get it off playing out on jason’s terms. but having a member of his team in his face, doubting his reasoning and every decision? a very familiar sight.

6.8. krypto with an a+ sense of humour? also a very familiar sight.

7. wayne enterprises... providing the military with... bombs that can be implanted in humans? a BIIIIG yikes. i guess it’s not too many steps above developing clandestine intra-dermal trackers and implanting them in your own sons, and bruce probably thought they could be used as part of negotiation tactics, but still... YIKES.

7.5. on the other hand, conner being asked to build a deactivation advice seems part of a growth arc that started from last season... he knows so much, but part of growing is learning, and part of learning is using what you know to create something new.

8. oh man, my heart broke at hank going “i’m an idiot... i screw everything up.” like. for him to go like this, after being brought down to such a low last season? struggling with pain and addiction and his relationship with the love of his life? it’s so sad.

9. oh, oh, oh! ronnie from schitt’s creek! i love her!

9.5. “one of jason’s minions” took his body out of the morgue... how deliciously morbid that he planned out his own death like this!

10. TALK TO HANK, DICK

honestly, tho, i’m quite impressed with dick here. trying to think beyond just the most alarming part of the crisis at hand, keeping his cool, delegating tasks, frequently touching base with different members of his team... well done.

10.25.... whoops, spoke too soon. i’m genuinely confused here, tho. where did the van full of gold bars come from? why did they stop there and get out? how did dawn even know about this?

on the other hand, it’s cool to know dove has bulletproof feathers!

10.5. eh... curran walters isn’t really selling red hood’s menace to me so far. but then again, if titans version of red hood is vulnerable-kid-with-father-issues-trying-to-overcompensate, then yeah! yeah, it makes sense.

11. “when bats have sex, they gotta have something to hang from” OH GOD HANK

... because i want smiley!gar on my blog :)

11.5. awww. i feel sorry for hank but NONE of these fuckers deserve gar except maybe kory

12. ohhh FUCK! look at jason being exactly one step ahead of the titans at every turn. nice.

no really, i love the building stakes and the building mystery - i feel like the deathstroke arc from last season should’ve been more like this. the flashbacks about jericho and rose came too late and after too much build up, which resulted in a very underwhelming and confusing season throughline.

13. HANK AND DIIIIIICCCKKK

“you’re doing your best by me. always have.” WAILING HERE

it also kills me to think that hank thinks that his imminent death is because of his failure to keep the team together (when he was clearly struggling with his own issues and was spiralling towards rock-bottom) and his fear that he will once again be the cause of the team falling apart.

also:

14. “i grew up... you can, too. you just have to face your fear.”

yep, got scarecrow’s grubby little fingerprints aaaaalllll over this.

14.25. nightwing’s got specialised batarangs! yay! (somehow i can’t see this universe’s dick calling them “wingdings”)

15. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh man, that was devastating. well done, show. fuck, well done, jason.

this is going to bring up all sorts of “if onlys” for the team. i can’t wait for some fucking aftermath.

#titans #titans spoilers #dick grayson #hank hall #dawn granger #garfield logan #conner kent #jason todd #a tragic jalebi #meta

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justoneday-namjoonii · 4 years

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Don’t Breathe | 5.0

»Genre: hitman!au || stalker!au ||

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of borderline Stockholm syndrome and Lima syndrome, brief mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, guns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DO NOT love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was paid to get rid of everyone who witnessed the exchange between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month later, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt. 4.5 - pt. 5.0 - pt.5.5 - pt.6.0

a/n: this is a heavy and wordy chapter so bare with me, we’re almost at the finale! thank you for reading and i hope u enjoy!💖

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When you woke up this morning, you felt nauseous, sick to your stomach. Last night, while you were sleeping, he packed up some basic necessities and put them in his car. He said Yeosang would be by soon to officialese everything and that you could relax until then. But you can’t, you’re head hurts so bad, you want to throw up.

“I was in the other room but I didn’t hear you get up, I would’ve made you breakfast,” Taehyung leans against the bathroom door frame and watches you, you’re dressed and he’s wondering how he missed you waking up and showering. You’re busy brushing your teeth, still wanting to pass out from how bad your headache is, but you decide against it.

“Did you sleep well?” You nod, spitting in the sink with the running water. He tilts his head, already picking up on your change in demeanor. Taking a step towards you, he lifts your chin to get you to look him in the eye, “Hey, I know that face, look at me,” Concern coats his expression and you will yourself to finally look at him, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m just- I don’t know, I’m nervous about all of this,” You walk past him into the bedroom, the beautiful bedroom you’ll probably never get to share with him again, “what if things don’t work out? What if your friend can’t help us, then what?” You sit on the edge of the bed, hugging yourself at the thought, the terror you would endure if this all went south. “I’m scared, I have this bad feeling, it’s making me really uneasy...”

“I know,” Taehyung can’t say he’s never had those thoughts, it plagues his mind too. The thought of no longer having the comfort of each other, the joy in your smiles and laughter being taken, it’s scary. Kneeling in front of you, he takes your hands into his with a light squeeze.

“I know it’s scary, and we’re taking a huge risk,” He tilts his head, puppy-dog eyes peering into your weary ones, “but I promise, I’m doing what’s best to keep us safe and together, alright baby?” He caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand, but the affection makes you pout rather than feel better.

“Hey, and guess what? Once this is all over, we’ll be shopping at local markets to buy fresh produce for us to cook with,” He smiles, trying to lighten up your mood with the dreamy idea, “we can paint whatever we can get our hands on, with whatever paint you want, you can write stories and poems during picnics, we could do whatever your heart desires, we’ll have a new life together,” He thumbs at the backs of your hands, tugging at your heartstrings to get you to smile. “I’ll even get you a puppy if you want one, doesn’t that sound perfect?”

You can’t help but form a little grin at the thought. “It does...”

“That’s what’s waiting for us bunny, we just have to wait for a little while,” He sits up to cup the back of your neck and places a firm kiss on your lips, so soft and warm but short-lived when he pulls away, “so give me a little smile, please?” You oblige, smiling down at him and he pinches your chin with a giggle.

"There you go, that’s my sweet girl,” He stands up and takes you with him, arms wrapped just at your thighs to keep you above ground, “why don’t you go get a few paintings to take with you, while I pack up a few things, and you can wear my favorite bracelet for good luck,”

”Pack?” You sigh, feet hitting the ground when he let’s you go. He slips off the black threaded bracelet and tightens it around your wrist with a smile. “Do you want me to help-”

“You go, I got it,” He holds your head in his hands and kisses between your brows with an audible smooch which made you laugh, “go on.”

With a pat on your butt, you’re making your way out of the bedroom and down to the basement. When you get down there, you realize the number of paintings you have. There are about ten to fifteen finished paintings and the others are unfinished. The little story that’s being written is illustrated in this painting, wonder and lover is illustrated in these paintings. In your attempt to pick a few, you notice the little cushion he got for you months ago. Sometimes, it doesn’t even register to you that once you were stuck down here, fighting and dying to leave this place. Now you’re almost in tears at the thought of having to leave.

But you’re new life is ahead of you, you should be happy.

Leu is facing a political nightmare, there’s a chance he won’t recover from this. Scandals happen all the time, affairs, bribery, on rare occasions, perjury. But seldom is a man of his prowess busted for abetting in multiple murders. There’s no coming back from this. He’s been tracking the phone for a few weeks, and only recently did he realize it was active recently. He completely missed it. When he arrived at the police station, he gave one of the detectives the phone number to hopefully track. He’s been waiting in a room filled with computers and busy interns, just waiting for results. When he considers leaving the room for another bland coffee, he gets a phone call. Looking down at the screen, he sees who it is and decides to answer it.

Yoongi dismisses himself and steps into the hall, “Hello?”

“Jin told me you all found the person who hired the group that killed all those people and took Y/n, is that true?” She sounds hopeful.

“We found him. I can’t reveal too much but we’re hammering down on the search, trying to track the location of the cellphone.”

“I hope she’s okay,” Her voice falters a bit, “there are some sick people out there, I just pray she’s not with one of them.”

He has to cut the call short when one of the tech people waves aggressively to get his attention.

“We just got a location,” The woman beckons him back into the room, “it’s about an hour and a half away from here, in what looks like one of the upper-class neighborhoods on the east-side.”

Yoongi walks over to the computer, eyes skimming over the estimated location of the cellphone. “The phone was traced to that location?”

He’s surprised that your phone would be in such a nice area, but then again he knows what the Hwan Group has been rumored to do. They’ve sold they’re victims to high-paying old men and women who’re looking to fulfill their sick desires in innocent people. It’s repulsive. He can’t help the churn he feels in his stomach when the thought of a person being used like that crosses his mind. In his career in the FBI and even as a PI now, he’s seen some shit. And no matter how many times he’s walked in on dead bodies, shackled victims, bloodied crime scenes, seeing people mistreated makes him sick. But what keeps him doing this is the chance, the small but promising chance that the victim might be alive.

“How long was it on?”

“Not sure, but it was turned on about 2 hours ago and then shut off, must’ve died,” She types a string of letters and another tab pops up, “this is the address.” Promptly, the printer in the corner of the room spits out the paper with the address and she rolls her chair over to it.

“If she’s anywhere, here is your best bet.”

The room is filled with men in black gear, heavy leather boots, and guns on their hips. When Minho gives the word, they all pile into the van and Minho gets in the backseat of his car—he tells the driver to wait before pulling out.

“Shit,” He lets out a deep sigh, dress-shirt feeling too tight on his neck. “he brought this on his self, he brought this on his damn self and he didn’t give me any other choice, right?”

Jimin sits beside him, nodding his head in agreement. “Absolutely, he can’t blame you for this, he knows the price of the job,”

“Doesn’t make it any easier, out of everyone, he was the last person I thought would pull something like this, I still don’t fully believe it-”

“Well,” Jimin interjects, making a thoughtful expression, “maybe he did kill the target and he’s just being hush-hush about it, the girl could’ve put up a fight or- I don’t know, anything could have happened.”

“Maybe,” He takes out his phone, pressing a contact, “but I’m going to give him one more chance,” Waiting for a few seconds, deep down inside he hopes Taehyung will answer. Sadly, the call goes to voicemail and he sets the phone down and sighs, there’s nothing else he can do.

“He didn’t answer, he’s buying time,” Jimin confirms the inevitable, “he knows what he’s doing, it’s best we confront him now.”

Minho pats the back of the driver's chair. “Go ahead.”

He was plundering through the drawers when he found your cellphone stacked on a small pile of books. Assuming he’d be able to wipe it, he tucked is into the little bag along with a few of the books he knew you liked to read. Packing up this stuff reminds him of the night he took you from your house, the night that changed his life. It had been after so much time watching you, learning our lifestyle. He knows now that if he had a chance to learn all of that about you in a different circumstance, like as friend that would slowly morph into something more, he’d take that chance.

The buzzing of his phone pulls him from his thoughts, thinking it was Minho again, he was about to ignore it, but he peeks at the screen to see that it’s Yeosang. Quickly, he answers the call and presses the phone to his ear.

“Hey, I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Good news, the condo is in your name and ready to go. The bad news is, the flights have been delayed due to bad weather, it’s about a 2-hour delay, could be more.”

“Shit, that would happen,” Taehyung presses his temples, “how close are you?’

“About 45 minutes? Something like that. Do you want me to get her to the airport and you drive separately or do you want me to-”

“If you pick her up that’ll be fine but I was hoping for both of us to get out of here sooner than that,” He zips up the backpack and leaves the room with the flick of the light, “Minho tried to call me and I didn’t answer, he knows something,”

“I want to help you guys,” Yeosang stresses, “maybe you could drive all the way and take a flight from a city further down.”

“That might work if I leave right now,” Taehyung mentally flips through his options and the possibilities are starting to grow slimmer in his mind, “you know what, listen out for me, I need to get her ready. I’ll call you back when we’re in route.”

Taking the little bag with him, he goes downstairs and searches for his computer, but he realizes it’s packed away. He was going to see if there were any loose strings that he might now have noticed.

That’s when he hears a heavy knock on the door. He stands frozen, waiting for a second knock. There is a second knock and a booming voice from the other side.

“Kim! I know you’re in there.”

it’s too late, he’s here. Without a second to lose, he runs down to the basement where you’re peacefully admiring your first painting.

All of a sudden, he hugs you and the painting falls from your grasp, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, he’s here,” He goes to turn off the light and you pick up the painting down to put it back, barely registering what he’s saying, “you need to hide while I buy us some time.”

“Wha- What? No, I want to stay with you,” Your hands are shaking and you feel like you’re getting that sick feeling again—this can’t be happening. “Tae, don’t leave me, what if something happens to you?-”

“Shh, it’ll be okay, I need you to hide under here,” He guides you over to the tiny space under the staircase, gesturing for you to kneel down. You do as he says and he kneels in front of you, every fiber in his body telling him to stay by your side, but he knows he can’t. He holds you in a warm embrace as if it was the last time, he always does it like it’s the last time. “It’s okay, just stay here.”

With that, you’re left in the pitch-black basement, curled up under the stairs, and wishing this was all just a bad dream. But the sound of the front door opening gives you the confirmation that this is your worst nightmare coming to life.

He opened the door a few minutes ago, Minho and Jimin had pushed past him to get inside, about ten suited-up guys follow and the door slammed on there way in. With little struggle, they had Taehyung sit on the couch while Minho paced in front of him as his team tears the place apart.

“I didn’t want to do this to you.” That’s the first thing Minho says.

“I can see that,” Tae responds plainly.

“You brought this upon yourself you know,” Minho stands in front of him, hands in his pockets with a cold glare on his face, “whatever the hell you were trying to do, it’s over now.”

Taehyung stays quiet, pissing Minho off even more.

“Do you know what you’ve done to this organization? We’re on the radar because you took that woman. Now the cops are involved, they’re onto us and they won’t stop until they find her. Why choose to go rogue now? Your contract ends in a year and you decide to spend it ruining your reputation? Out of everyone in the company, you were the last person I thought I’d have to worry about, you were my absolute best, and now that’s all gone to hell,” He bites his bottom-lip, getting impatient with Taehyung’s unchanging demeanor, “do you even care?”

He just stares at him blankly.

“Nothing upstairs,” About three guys come from downstairs.

“Downstairs is clear,” The others emerge from the other parts of the house, also empty-handed, "no signs of a body or that anyone else was living here sir-”

“Check again!” Minho snaps, kicking the coffee table across the room with a loud curse, “Look outside, tear the damn place apart if you have to, she has to be somewhere.”

He goes on and on, going red in the face he’s so livid, Taehyung was his favorite. The fussing becomes a bit repetitive to Jimin, so he decides to go off and do his own search, that’s when Tae gets truly nervous for the first time, Jimin has a knack for finding the unsuspecting.

Footsteps can be heard throughout the entire house. You only flinch when you hear a loud thump, like a table being thrown or broken against the wall. You brace yourself, placing your hands on your ears until the footsteps cease. You breathe in and out shallowly, trying to listen for Taehyung. You haven’t heard him once, not one sound.

Your heart drops when you hear the high pitched squeak of the basement door opening. Light slips into the darkroom. Heavy footsteps on the stair-well reverberate against your ears.

He’s a painter? He would be, wouldn’t he? A man mumbles to himself. Peeking from behind the wooden beam that’s shielding you, you see a man with shiny black hair looking at your paintings. You close your eyes and cover your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes from the sheer suspense of it all. Your body is shaking, sweating and the need to gasp for more air becomes critical to your sanity. But you hold it in, you block out the rapid heartbeat pounding against your rib-cage.

“Where are you...” He speaks clearer now as if he knows you’re here as if he knows you’re trying to block him out. Eyes squeezed shut, your curl in on yourself, trying so hard not to make a sound. His footsteps become louder, his shadow appears on the wall opposite of you like a lurking monster, seeking to cause you nothing but terror. In contrast, he hums a little song softly.

If you close your eyes, he’ll go away, just close your eyes and he’ll go away.

“There you are,” You look straight at him and your fight or flight kicks in. You try to make a run for it but he easily grabs you, “hey! Stop- Stop fighting, I’m not gonna hurt you! Calm down-”

You scream but he clamps a hand over your mouth. Squirming violently, you try to bite his hand but he removes it before you can. He fights to drag you upstairs as you cry out for help. “Let go of me!”

When Taehyung hears your cries, all that goes through his mind is that he has to be with you. He darts past Minho to get to you but one of the guys tackle him to the ground. He calls out to you anyway, “I’m here! Y/n, it’s okay,”

Minho’s thrown off by what he thinks is a loving tone, “Keep him down.” He orders the men as he waits for the squealing female to be brought to him.

“Here she is, found her hiding under the staircase,” Jimin emerges with a smile and a red scratch on his brow courtesy of you, “she is very much alive.” He drops you on the ground in front of Minho. On your hands and knees and you look up with weary eyes.

“Oh Taehyung, you’ve been hiding her this entire time, you lied to me,” He kneels in front of your trembling form, head tilted and a hand reaching out to cup your jaw, “she is a pretty little thing, I get it. But if you wanted to keep her, why didn't you just say so? That could have been arranged,” You jerk away, “I just never thought you were the type to want toys like this.”

“That’s not what this is, she’s not a sexual object,” The men pull Tae to his feet and he finally sees you, on the ground, paralyzed with uncertainty, “I’ve been protecting her from you.”

“When have you ever protected a target from me? You take the job, I never force you to take a fucking job, Kim. This is your fault because you missed her and then had to go back to the job, then you watched her for too long and got attached, the very thing I warned you about that when you first joined.”

You look back at Taehyung, searching for some type of comfort in his eyes, but you’re stalled by the painful sting in your scalp, “Ow!-”

“This woman?” He fists your hair, pulling you to your feet. You grasp his wrist to try to loosen his grip but it only tightens, sending a burn down your back tears to your eyes. It’s deliberate torture for Taehyung to watch because he can’t do anything about it.

“This fucking woman should have been dead, and since you fucked everything up, I have to take care of her myself. But I don’t get it, you’ve killed dozens before, she shouldn’t have been a problem, but you got obsessed and she just had to be yours, didn’t she? That’s pathetic.” He shakes his head, disappointed.

“Do you not remember? You signed the contract for 7 years, you don’t get to experience real love in this job, and you know that better than anyone. How could anyone love you after what you’ve done? You’ve told me that countless times, what’s with the sudden change in heart?”

Taehyung looks away for the first time, it’s all true, when Tae signed the contract, he was sure he’d never have to worry about being attached to anyone. He didn’t love anyone, and no one loved him or ever could, so the job was perfect. No worried messages from a mother, disappointing looks from a father— if he has no one, there’s no one to disappoint, no one to secretly hate him. He ruled out the possibility that someone would ever want to love him, truly love him. Then came you and he loved, he was loved.

“She doesn’t deserve to this, she doesn’t deserve to die. She didn’t do anything wrong,” Taehyung looks into in your eyes, trying to communicate to you, trying to think of a way to get out of here, “I swear, if you touch her-”

“Don’t give me that shit, you’ve killed all kinds of people, good, bad and in between, what makes her any different?-”

His sentence is cut short when Taehyung suddenly jerks against the men holding him and he gets free. He gets a hold of the gun and points it at Minho. Your hair is released but the man now holds you with an arm anchored around your neck.

“Let her go,” Taehyung takes short strides towards you two as the barrel of the gun stays square to Minho’s forehead, “you know I’m a straight shot, I could kill you right now,” He cocks the gun, the action making you shutter, “get your hands off of her.”

“You won’t do it,” Minho is already holding it to your head, arm secured around your neck. “if you kill me, you kill her, that’s not what you want,” He shoves the barrel against your scalp and you bite your lip hard to stop from sobbing. “I will kill her if I have to, then this will all be over. But if you put that gun down, and do exactly what I say, she stays alive, I promise.”

“Tae- Taehyung,” You manage to choke out, clawing at Minho’s arms frantically, “please-” He tightens his grip on your poor neck and that’s when Taehyung raises his hands in surrender and he’s immediately brought to his knees.

“Alright! Just stop, stop! She can’t fucking breathe! Please,” As soon as they take the gun, Minho throws you on the hard floor and you gasp for air, coughing violently as you brace on your hands and knees, “do what you want with me, just don’t hurt her.”

“Huh,” He groans, clicking his teeth in contemplation, “since you are my favorite and you’ll probably never see her again, why don’t you give her some love before you go? I’ll give you that at least.”

Taehyung down looks at you then at Minho. “What?”

“I’m giving you a chance to say goodbye,” Minho nudges you with his hand, making you flinch, “hurry up before I change my mind.”

The men are still holding him, his arms behind his back. He bites back tears as you sit frozen, mirroring his pained expression. “Y/n, it’s okay,” He calls for you, pulling against the retrains, “come here, baby,” You begin to crawl over to him, but you’re still hesitant to get near the people holding him, “let go! What the fuck do think I’m gonna do?!-”

“Let’m go, he won’t do anything stupid.”

Once he’s freed, he cocoons you in his arms, his body is warm and his energy is calm as he cradles you close. Minho stops to observe a version of Taehyung he has never witnessed before. He’s on his knees, holding you to his chest as you cling to him. Your knuckles must be white from how hard you’re gripping his shirt. Your eyes are squeezed shut, you’re shaking, petrified with the thought of never feeling this again. You can’t live like that, you could die without this. “T-Tae, don’t let them t- take me, don’t let them take me-...” You hiccup through your sobs, holding on to the little bit of affection that might be the last.

“Shh, I’ll fix this,” He whispers just low enough for you to hear, “I promise...”

You feel his hand go to your hair and he pulls your head back to bring your lips to his—you can’t live without this. He parts his lips, kissing you as if you two were the only ones in the room, as if you’re in bed, heart-to-heart, feeling loved. Shamelessly, you push against him for more and you can taste your tears, are those your tears and his tears?

“My God,” Minho tucks the gun back in its holster with a scoff, “from the looks of it, you’d think he actually loves her.” Minho makes a thoughtful expression, smirking down at Tae who’s resting his head on your shoulder as you hold him tight. He signals at Jimin who’s watching the scene with interest, “Okay, that’s enough.”

The embrace is broken when you’re ripped away and Taehyung is tackled to the ground with loud cursing. You let out heartwrenching sobs, eyes glazing over with sheer horror, “No! Please! I’ll do anything, I won’t say anything about this I swear! Just don’t do this, please!”

Minho dismisses you entirely, more interested in Tae’s reaction. “That’s all it takes?” Minho walks over to him, laughing when Jimin and another guy struggling to hold him back, “Years of training and killing, and it only takes her to break you?”

“Go to hell.”

Minho shakes his head with a sigh, pitying him. “Put her in the car.”

Yoongi is in the car with two other officers ready to give the signal any time now. He knows something is going on but whatever happens, he’s determined to get you home safe. When he looks into the house from the car he sees a shadow pass the front window.

He holds the button on the com. “We’re moving in now.”

It was a blur when it all happened. You were crying and being dragged away from when the door burst open. Officers stormed the house. Guns go off and your ears ring painfully. They rush in and so many people are everywhere—your oasis, your little paradise is being made a battleground. You cry when the man holding you bumped into a vase and drops you near it. He flees out the back door, but you’re frozen, everything is in disarray but the one person you do see is Taehyung who’s being handcuffed along with so many others. He mouths something but you can’t make it out. He shakes his head, you don’t know what he’s saying, what is he trying to say?

“I’ve got her, she’s here!” A man is yelling to the others, you didn’t register he was kneeling beside you.

“Y/n, we’re here to help you, you’re safe now,” He moves to block your view from what’s happening behind him. You don’t verbally respond, but your eyes are teary, breathing rapid, lips trembling.

“She’s hurt! I’m taking her out.”

You’re having derealization episode, or a panic attack, or both. You might be looking at him, but you’re acting like you don’t know where you are, you’re not even aware of the wound on your leg.

Who is this man?”

“Who are you?...” You speak for the first time, and you pear at him with wavering eye-contact, his eyes look kind.

“Yoongi. I’m going to pick you up, is that okay?” You nod after he wraps your leg tightly with his jacket, he lifts you into his arms and carries out of the house.

You can’t see Taehyung, you don’t know where they took him. Yoongi notices how you twist in his arms to look behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone or something, he doesn’t know. All you see are a bunch of officers and Minho’s people being cuffed and shuffled into squad cars.

You’re taken past all of the squad cars and put you in the back seat of a black SUV and Yoongi disappears. A woman kneels down to tend to your leg, when did your leg start bleeding? You frown down at her when she cuts you pant-leg, tossing the denim to the ground, she notices instantly.

“My name is Chloe, sweetheart. I’m a paramedic, I just need to stop the bleeding until you can get stitches,” Her lips are moving, you know they are but you have no idea what she’s saying.

She mumbles to the man beside her, an EMT, give her the shock blanket. With a small nod, the man scurries off and returns with a silver tarp-like material and wraps it around you with gentle hands.

That man called Yoongi comes back and he’s talking on the phone with someone, he pushes back his middle-parted black hair and gets in the passenger's seat. Chloe finishes wrapping your leg and gently puts your legs in the vehicle, hooks you in your seat-belt, and promptly closing the door to seal you inside. This is too much, this wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You start heaving, hand on your chest and body rocking back and forth to soothe yourself. They think they’re saving you, they’re not saving you.

They’re tearing everything apart.

“Wait one second,” Yoongi moves the phone from his ear and looks back at you, the color has left your face completely. Your hands are shaking and it feels like there’s a heater right in front of your face.

Yoongi reaches his hand back to get you to calm down but you don’t even look at him, your stomach aches all too much for you to acknowledge him. “Y/n, breathe, okay? You have to take deep breaths and calm down, you’re safe-”

You kick the door open and you’re expelling any food you had left in your stomach on the curb.

He sighs, quickly unbuckling his seat-belt to, “I’ll call you back,”

“We brought her to the infirmary,” Yoongi paces outside of the room, “looks like the place was being ransacked when we got here, we don’t know who the culprit is but the most important thing is that she’s safe now. When the doctor thinks she can undergo questioning, I’ll head over.”

“Good. The other officers arrived not too long ago, a majority of them won’t talk but they’ll stay in holding until you get back,” Eunwoo pauses, “how’s she doing? Is she all there, are there any signs of abuse?”

Yoongi sighs, taking a seat on the bench. “Don’t know yet, she hasn’t talked much. I don’t know if we should do the questioning today but I’ll talk to her after the doctor talks to me,”

“Alright, let me know when you’re headed over.”

It smells so sterile, you want to throw up again but you settle for staring at the nurse who just finished bandaging the stitches. When she leaves, another woman comes in.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?” She adjusts her glasses, getting a little closer when you don’t respond. “Everything is happening so fast, yeah? I can’t say I know what you’ve been through, but I know you're probably overwhelmed.”

You nod.

“I won’t bombard you with a bunch of questions, I’m just here to make sure you’re physically okay. Your vitals are good but is there anything going on with your body that you might be concerned about?”

You shake your head no, not maintaining eye-contact by any means—she notes that.

“Okay, do you mind if I check to make sure everything's okay? I’ll need your consent to do a full-body exam and I’ll have a chaperone with me, but if you’re not comfortable with that, I 100% understand.” Again, you nod with a small yes when she asks for verbal confirmation. She puts on some gloves before instructing you to sit on the edge of the bed and she goes to get a young woman in sky-blue scrubs.

He’s been waiting for about an hour and he stands to his feet when the woman comes out of the room with a clipboard.

“How is she?”

She holds the clipboard to her chest with a sigh. “We finished the physical exam, and there are no signs of sexual abuse or physical abuse, she’s quite healthy considering. As far as her mental health goes, it’s hard to tell right now. She’s obviously really overwhelmed by everything, this is probably going to be a trauma that she lives with for a while, she’ll need a psychiatric evaluation. I know you’re apart of the investigation but if you want to question her, talk to her to see how she feels about it first.” She walks off to the nurse's station but turns to say one more thing.

“You know, I heard about her in the newspaper, her news publisher has a whole story on her. Thank God she’s alive, not all stories end so fortunately.”

Yoongi walks past her and into the room quietly, you look up at him and then down at your hands.

“Do you feel a little better?” He walks to your bedside, eyes drifting down to your bandaged leg.

“H-...How did you find me?...”

“We’ve been looking for you nonstop. Today we were finally able to track your cellphone, we only hoped you’d be at that location. It’s been 8 months since the day you were reported missing, and for 8 months I’ve made finding you my main priority.”

You furrow your brows, looking at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. “It’s been 8 months?...”

“I know a lot is going on but we need some answers from you. I understand if you’re feeling up to it, but would you be able to come with me and answer some questions for us at the police station? If you don’t feel up to it then-”

“I’ll do it..” You answer too quickly.

Just like that, you’re at the police station sitting across from Yoongi and the officer over the investigation, officer Cha Eunwoo. They gave you a glass of water and you’ve chugged it down. You’re so jittery, your mind is everywhere.

“Y/n, do you know why you were kidnapped?” Eunwoo comes back with another cup of water and you watch him sit back down.

“I was told it was because of a politician who had it arranged that I be killed...

Yoongi writes something down and you swallow, wondering what he’s writing down.

“The house you were rescued from, is that where you’ve been living?”

“Yes...But-” You bite your lip, tears welling up in your eyes, “...I’m not hurt, the person I was with kept me safe, the man I was with, he's not the bad guy...”

The two of them look at each other puzzled, then at you. They question whether they heard that correctly.

“Who? Y/n,” Yoongi begins softly, “are you saying you were being protected?” You nod, pout ever so present on your lips. “Who was protecting you?”

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from saying his name, you shouldn’t say his name. They don’t know who he is yet, and maybe there’s a chance he’ll get out of this. As your mind reels, the two of them watch you, teary eyes laser-focused on the black bracelet on your wrist.

“Can you tell me who was with you in that house?” Yoongi asks again but you won’t look at him now. “Was it multiple people, or just that one person?”

You press your lips, nodding subtly. “It was multiple people?” You shake your head. “So it was just him,” He glances up from his notepad and you don’t indicate an answer, so he takes that as a yes, “did you ever leave the house?”

Eunwoo stands to his feet, stirring curiosity from you and Yoongi. “Min, can we have a word in private?”

Albeit confused, Yoongi nods, following the officer out into the other side of the two-way mirror where the other officers are.

“The hell? She was just giving us some good information.”

“Let me take this over, we have about a dozen people and we need to identify and interrogate all of them. But right now, we need the man who did this to her, that’s all.”

“She might not respond well to that, she’s obviously troubled, the pressure isn’t going to help.” Yoongi glances at you from the corner of his eye. “I think she trusts me a little more, so I should finish this.”

“I’ve interrogated hundreds of victims before, I think I can handle this. You can step in if she gets irate.” Yoongi can already sense how there’s an obvious shift in your demeanor when you notice that Yoongi’s isn’t accompanying him.

“Y/n, what happened to you was not your fault, but the person who did it needs to be dealt with. You were kidnapped, held hostage against your will, and no matter what that person might have told you, there are people who care about you that have been looking for you. You’re a victim and the person who did this to you will not get away with it. The man who had you and multiple others killed is already in our custody, he stands trial tomorrow. Now, we just need to get the others. Can you help us do that?”

You look at the one-way mirror. “Where’s the other guy, Yoongi, why didn’t he come back?...”

He evades the question. “Did he ever tell you his name?” Eunwoo glances at the one-way mirror before softening his tone. “Y/n, do you know his name?”

You frown, looking down at the bracelet on your wrist. “Does my family know I’m here?...”

“Y/n, we are going to let your family know but you have to realize what’s going on here. Senator Leu, who is standing trial today, hired someone to have you killed, but they didn’t kill you and we need to know why. Is he threatening you?... Is that why you won’t tell us anything?”

You swallow, throat feeling incredibly dry, face heating up. You chug down the second glass of water, it only cooled you down for just a moment.

Yoongi watches with a trained eye. You having to talk to Eunwoo alone was not a good idea. Gathering that this interrogation is going to end pretty soon, he decides to go ahead and contact your family.

“I don’t feel well,” You blink slowly, handing going to your stomach, “can I get some more water?...”

“Sure,” He can’t deny you water, but he knows when someone is avoiding questions, “but before I get that, I need you to tell me who did this to you.”

You look at him and like a rehearsed scene, you queue the tears. The discomfort on Minho’s face indicates the foolish decision he made to interrogate you alone.

“Y/n,” He looks you over and wonders why you keep messing with the black bracelet on your wrist, “that’s a nice bracelet, is it yours?”

Wiping your tears, you scramble for an answer, “Yes, it’s-...It’s mine.”

“So, if we ran a DNA test on it, the only prints on it would be yours?... Or, was this bracelet given to you by someone, maybe by the man who had you all this time?”

You lower your head onto the table and cover your face with your arms, Yoongi presses his temples—you’re not budging, but Eunwoo insists. In the meantime, he decides to step in the hall and make a few calls to your job, family, and friends.

“Why does it matter!?” You snap, eyes burning red. “It’s mine and if you want it, you’ll have to pry it off of my dead body, I won’t let you take it off for anything, it has nothing to do with this...”

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, you know that, don’t you?” He reaches into his pocket and holds a fist in front if you.

“Remember this? Suzy said you wouldn’t be caught dead without it, but it was on the floor in your house. Is that bracelet just as special as this?” He opens his hand and there sits your favorite necklace, the one your parents gifted you years ago. As much as you love that necklace, this bracelet is just as special, it’s a piece of Taehyung.

You ball your fist, tears welling at your eyes, you don’t care. “Just leave me alone, I don’t wanna talk anymore...”

He sits on the uncomfortable steel bench, arms cuffed behind him. It’s dark, cold, and dreary, but the interior of this place is the least of his worries. He’s never been on this side of the bars, despite deserving it. The gate slides open suddenly, Taehyung can feel the guard's presence but he doesn’t bother looking up.

“Come with me.”

Without a word, he obliged, picking up his feet with heavy strides. The guard holds his arm tight, leading him through the halls to find interrogation room 12.

“Is interrogation room 12 open?” The guard talks to the officer standing at one of the many rooms lining the hall. The two of them strike up a conversation but Taehyung is listening to the conversation down the hall.

“She’s alright, I called her job and her mother, and Jin,” Yoongi paces, peeking down the hall to see the third culprit brought in for questioning, “there will be a lot of happy people when they find out she’s okay.”

“That’s great, I’m glad, I know the last case you had didn’t go this well,” Jungkook flips through the phony contracts that his recent client was given to sign, “I’m about to leave the firm so I’ll have to call you tomorrow, but if you need me to help with the case just let me know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Yoongi bids him farewell and slips the phone in his pocket. The lawyer had helped a lot in the last missing person case Yoongi was involved in, the victim was in rough shape. It was a young woman kidnapped by an ex, it wasn’t a pretty outcome. The shape they found her in will always be ingrained in his memory, it haunts him that he couldn’t get to her sooner.

Yoongi walks down the hall and Taehyung watches him. He tries to do it in a subtle way, but that’s the man that carried you out of his home while he was being cuffed and pushed into the back of a cop car. Anger bubbled in his chest, the inability to call out to you, to take you into his arms, it hurt him to his core.

Yoongi spares him a glance before going back into the one-way mirrors viewing room and the door closes, preventing him from seeing inside any further. You’re a wreck. It only takes a few seconds for Yoongi to see you balling your eyes out as Eunwoo paces around you to barge in there to put a stop to it.

“I know you’re scared but you need to stop covering for that Man. You’re safe, he can’t hurt you now-”

“Hey,” Yoongi looks at him as if he’s grown a second head, he whispers, “stop, she’s completely shutting down. She needs to be physiologically evaluated before we finish this, look at her,” He gestures to you who’s trembling, breathing hitched with our inability to stop crying, “we can’t do this right now.”

He sighs, pulling Yoongi to a corner, “I’m sorry, I just, I hate to know that somebody did this to her and she won’t say anything, her Stockholm syndrome is on another level.”

“The owner of that house had to be the one who did it, just go to the research lab and they should be able to tell you. I’m taking her to the Melody’s Heart temporary safe house until her family can pick her up tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’m going to step out for a minute.” With that, Eunwoo leaves the room. it takes Yoongi talking you down for about 2 minutes to finally get you to stand up and walk with him. You sniffle, rubbing your eyes as Yoongi walks you out of the room and into the hall.

Taehyung is right there.

Your eyes widen and your gait slows, he’s right in front of you. Yet, the only thing connecting you is your gaze, this can’t be all there is left of your love. Yoongi leads you down the hall and you pull against him slightly. He notices your staring and that when the pieces come together. That’s him.

“Open room 12, officer Cha wants to have him interrogated separately.”

Taehyung watches you disappear, he can’t say anything and he can’t do anything. He gets pushed into the room and into a hard steel chair.

It’s sunset, they drove you about 20 minutes away somewhere, you weren't sure. A woman opened the front door to a huge house, and Yoongi opened your car door, helping you out with a hand. He walked by your side and went inside with you to sign some papers. The woman was kind, she had curly brown hair she was speaking to you with the softest tone. She kept saying you were strong, why was she saying that? With Yoongi lingering behind you, the woman that you know now as Melody takes you to a bedroom on the first level of the house. She said they prepared the room for you, there was even a change of clothes with toiletries on the bed.

“Can I get you anything, sweetheart? You’re our only resident tonight, so I’m all yours.” She’s nice but you don’t feel like company, you don’t feel like looking at any more new faces. You shake your head and she nods in understanding,

“Alright, then I’ll be here if you need anything, Mr. Min, I’m sorry but officers are actually not allowed in the bedrooms of the residents-”

“I’m not an officer, I helped with the case,” He turns to her so you can’t see his face and speaks lowly, “I just need to talk to her for a few minutes, I won’t be long.”

“Alright, just let me know when you’re headed out.” She leaves from standing in the doorway and cracks the door and she heads to the surveillance room that doubles as a bedroom for her.

“Do you want to bathe? I’ll leave if so and we can talk after.” You’ve kicked your shoes off, crawled to the edge of the queen size mattress and curled on your side facing the window. “So, I talked to your parents and they’ll be heading here tomorrow but Jin will probably be here first,”

”Jin?” You sit up, wondering why your ex-boyfriend has anything to do with this. “Why?...”

“He hired me to look for you, he’s the reason I got involved in your case.” Yoongi keeps a safe distance, the little camera hidden behind the plant reminds him of the high-security this place has. “Out of everyone, he called the most, almost every day to get updates about you.”

For a moment, you wonder if he has the correct Kim SeokJin. Because the last encounter you two had was so brief, it was a run-in at the grocery and you two talked about your jobs. It was really adult-like of you, you picked out potatoes as you picked up small-talk with an old flame. But there was no romantic love left, that boat had sailed a long time ago and your brief love for wine replaced it. He’s always cared about you, but you never thought he would be waiting for you.

“I have to go but I’ll be back in the morning, do you need anything before I go?” You shake your head, not wanting to be around him or anyone else any longer. It’s too much, it’s too much for you to handle all at one time and you just want to go to sleep. Maybe you’ll wake up, and this will all be a bad dream, and you’ll be in his arms. He said he would fix this, how is he going fix this?...

Yeosang waited for hours, he called Taehyung at least five times and he has yet to get a response. Something went wrong. In efforts to figure this out, he drove all the way from the meet-up spot to Tae’s house. He could tell the place had been intruded on, Tae never leaves his car outside of the garage at night. He pulls into the driveway, right beside the smokey black Audi R8. This isn’t like him to have gotten caught. The passports were ready, the new house was waiting, everything would have gone fine had the flight been earlier. He has to admit, he was looking forward to giving his good friends a chance at a happy life. He only met you once, but the way Tae talks about you, you two are clearly in love. If he knows Taehyung at all, he’ll receive a call in at least a few hours about what happened. He has to come out of this, that’s what Yeosang chants in his mind.

“So you own the house,” Eunwoo paces, coffee in flimsy Styrofoam cup as he takes a seat across from the culprit, “Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung acknowledges him with a disinterested glance before staring down at the steel table separating them. He wonders if you’re still in the building, they were taking you away, but where were they taking you? After he was cuffed, he saw Minho’s men get cuffed but Minho and Jimin were gone. If he knows Minho at all, he’ll be back.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you?” Minho hits the table, causing Taehyung to finally looking at him. “Look, for some reason your record is clean. But if we find out that you were involved in any of these murders and this kidnapping, you’re looking at a hefty sentence. Just admit it, you saw a pretty, successful girl living all alone and you thought, why not take her? Are you threatening her, is that why she won’t reveal you?”

“There’s not a scratch on her, does it look like I threatened her?” Taehyung speaks for the first time, the very insinuation that the nature of this kidnapping was to harm you made him sick.

“So, you did it then?” He affirms.

Taehyung shrugs, expression too nonchalant for Eunwoo’s liking. “You know what, wipe that smug look off your face-”

“Cha,” Jaemin opens the door without warning.

“What?” He snaps. “Don’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

“The chief wants to talk to you, he says it pertains to this case.”

With a resent glare at Taehyung, Eunwoo leaves the room with urgency. Jaemin, however, stays in the doorway, eyes fixated on the acclaimed Hwan Group member that he’s heard so much about from Minho. Kim Taehyung, his record is so clean, he doesn’t have so much as a parking violation on him. If he didn’t know who he was, Taehyung would fly under the radar in his book, he’s that convincing.

“What do you want?” Tae scrutinizes the man, eyes scanning him up and down.

“So you’re Kim Taehyung,” Jaemin closes the door with a soft click, “you really fucked this one up, it’s a shame too, Minho said you were the best. You ruined your record all for that woman-”

“Where did they take her?”

“That doesn’t really matter, let’s just hope Minho can work something out for you, he’s pissed right now,” He shakes his head in and ‘tsk, tsk’ way, “had you just done your job, you and that poor woman wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“She was crying when I saw her, what did they do to her?” He shifts in his chair. “Fucking answer me.”

“Look, stay quiet and you might get out of this alive, that’s all I can say,” And that’s all he says before quickly exiting the room, leaving Taehyung isolated in the cold room, head hung back against the chair. He’s tapping his foot, rhythmically, he’s jittery, anxious with thoughts about you. He promised he would fix this, how can he fix this when it’s so obvious that he’s got the least amount of control in this situation? Hold on Y/n, hold on.

Eunwoo rushes to the Chief's office and without a knock on the cracked door. he steps inside. He closes the door, “Chief, Jaemin said you wanted to see me?-...”

“Hello, Captain Cha.”

“Who are you? Where’s the Chief?“

“My name is Lee Minho, I’m sure you’ve heard my organization, the Hwan group. I know the chief and there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here. The man you have in custody is a member and he’s only here because he made a mistake and my informant didn’t tell me who was on this case. You know of the Hwan group, the Chief has mentioned you and how you’ve dismissed some cases in compliance with the partnership we have.”

“This is really an HG case?” Minho nods. “The Chief never told me anything about dismissing this case. There were multiple murders and kidnapping, that’s not the typical HG favor.”

“That’s because the man assigned to the job often does high-profile jobs but stays under the radar. Unfortunately, he didn’t follow the instructions of the job. It was a multiple person execution but he had to go back and get that woman because he missed her. He led me to believe that she was dead but I found out recently that he’s been hiding her from me. I went to his house to confront him and here we are.”

“But the pardons I’ve made have never been for HG jobs that involved things like this. He murdered innocent people-”

“My organization has helped get rid of a lot of bad people and my people have worked in situations where cops just aren’t trained in. They get the job done if they chose to take it, no questions asked. Anyone who’s willing to pay can seek my group for help. They’re pawns, and Taehyung was one of my best. He takes a job and he does it, no sentiments attached. But for this woman, I don’t know,” He shakes his head at the thought, “he just couldn’t do it and that messed up everything, his reputation is screwed. Now I’m here trying to clean up his mess, a little. I’m sure you’ve spoken with our middleman, Na Jaemin, he was supposed to monitor this case to ensure things didn’t end up like this. But since it couldn’t be helped, I’m here to propose a deal.”

“Okay, what kind of deal? Because someone has to pay for this,” Eunwoo paces, “her disappearance has been televised and in the articles, she was a writer, people knew of her work from her publisher and they've been anticipating her return for months. We can’t just say she’s been found and then not give them any more than that. People will want to know where she’s been and who took her. Someone has to be held responsible other than Leu.”

“No, that’s not entirely true. We can arrange a cover story and Taehyung can be released to me.” He reasons. “And the girl stays free.”

“What about justice for her? She’s been-”

“Trust me, she’s not happy about this ‘rescue,’ it’s not what you think, she loves him.” Minho recalls the act of affection you two shared and how you pleaded to stay by his side, “I’m sure there are some psychological factors but at the end of the day, they are romantically involved, that’s probably why she’s so apprehensive to say anything, she doesn't want to say anything that might ruin her chances of seeing him again.”

“Woah...wait, I don’t think this is a consensual relationship if it were, why wouldn’t she say anything about is?”

He shrugs, “Doesn’t really matter at this point, here’s what needs to happen; I’ll take Taehyung back because he’s still under contract for a full year after this year ends, he has a job to do. In exchange, I’ll set up the cover story and the two of them can never make contact again, how does that sound?”

“Hm,” He takes a moment to consider the possibility of something going wrong, “them not making contact would put him in the clear and isolate her from any association with the group. That sounds foolproof but what if they don’t agree? If they’re together like you say, who’s to say she won’t rat on the group or he won’t try to find her anyway? I don’t see how we can get her to go back to her regular life.”

“She’ll never go back to her regular life, not really. I’ve known Kim for years, he’s not a monster but that doesn't change the fact that she was kidnapped, isolated from society for months and all she had was him. We’ll have to tell her what’s going on of course, but I doubt she’ll squeal if it means putting him in prison. They’ve said their goodbyes, it’s not a love story to be salvaged anyway. He doesn’t have a family he has very few friends and he has a ton of money, a huge house in a nice part of town, he’s got everything.”

“What if he refuses?”

Taehyung broke under the hand of a thing like you, the idea that he is emotionally impenetrable is long gone. Minho straightens the collar of his dress shirt and leaves the room to go deliver the news. “He doesn’t need her, his job doesn’t allow for distractions like her, and he knew that when he signed up; he’ll get over it.”

The door creaks and he expected it to be one of those officers, but Minho emerges with a guard who quickly walks over to take off the cuffs. Aside from the guard who just scurried out, Minho isn’t accompanied by anyone and he doesn’t look like he’s seen two seconds in a pair of handcuffs. He knew his boss had connections in high places but he never imagines it was to this extent.

“I am upset with you, Taehyung,” Minho circles around the chair, hands on the back of it, “you don’t know the strings I’ve had to pull to keep this quiet. What were you thinking? You knew the job, but you deliberately put your self in harm's way when you decided to hide her from me.”

“Had I told you she was alive, would you not have tried to kill her?” His tone bites.

“Probably, but it doesn’t matter what I would have done, you were supposed to do it.” He stresses. “I didn’t take the job Taehyung, you did.”

Tae diminishes a bit, the guilt of it all coming to the forefront of his mind. At the end of the day, no matter how many people actually wanted to harm you, he’s the one that signed up to do it. And it hurts, it hurts because he loves you, you love him and he doesn’t deserve if, but he wants it more than anything.

“Where is she?”

“I think they took her to some safe home, she got hurt but she got medical attention for her injuries. Now that she’s taken care of, I’m getting you out of here. I arranged a deal with the chief and it gets you out of this mess scotch free.”

“Okay...What’s the catch?” He knows there’s a catch, there always is.

“Your contract isn’t up, you have a little over a year left with the organization and despite how frustrated I am with you, you’re good at your job. You have to finish your contract.”

“And if I choose not to?” He asks daringly.

“If you choose not to, any immunity you have from the law because of the organization goes away, that will most likely land you in prison. But if you finish, your record stays clean.”

Tae doesn’t have to weigh his options to make a decision, but Minho hasn’t mentioned you. “What about Y/n? Will she be safe under this deal?”

“Of course, a cover-up story is arranged and she gets to go back to her everyday life,” He grins, “everyone's happy.”

A glimmer of hope comes to his eyes. “Then I can be with her, and no one will know about the kidnapping?”

“Oh, no. She’s staying here and you’re being transferred to the Europe division of the organization, you’ll reside in Bordeaux, France and travel throughout Europe for jobs. The deal is that you never see her again, it guarantees there can be no association between you two.”

“What? No, no...I can’t do that, I love her, she means everything to me. I won’t leave her, not without an explanation. We were gonna leave before you showed up, make a new life with all of this shit behind us,” His nose burns and he bites back a tear, “I-...I wanted to marry her one day, I can’t just leave her here.”

“You don’t have a choice, your flight leaves in the morning if you’re lucky they’ll let her out and you might be able to say goodbye one last time. Come on, we need to get out of here, you have to pack up. Do yourself a favor and try to forget about her, she’ll eventually do the same.”

This can’t be it, this can’t the end everything he’s built with you. He promised he would fix this, how can he fix this if he’s on the other side of the world? The thought of going to get you and running came to mind, but he can’t make you live like that, on the run like outlaws, he loves you too much. He has to fix this but you’ll have to wait. His heart aches, he knows you’re probably alone and confused. This is all my fault, this is my fault.

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apriorisea · 4 years

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Yoongi said he has a rough time sleeping on tour bc of jet lag... imagine where you keep him company/help him fall asleep? 💕

"Relax” Yoongi x You

Clutching your favorite travel pillow, you sleepily follow Jungkook down the steps of the chartered plane into the bright afternoon sunshine. Your internal clock groans: it should be the middle of the night still. Caught up in your exhaustion, you nearly miss the final step and stumble, mentally preparing yourself for the fall that was coming. Instead, you feel Yoongi’s hands on your hips, keeping you upright. He doesn’t release you until you’re steady on your feet once again. “Careful there, sweetheart,” he murmurs near your ear. Smiling, you lean back against him a little in relief. “Thanks,” you say, once the two of you reach solid ground for good. Turning to face him, your smile grows bigger as you see his post-plane-nap messy hairstyle. Pressing your pillow into his hands, you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, quickly settling it into less of a mess. When you’re finished, he leans forward and kisses you. “Am I decent now?” he asks with a quick grin. “You’ll do,” you tease back. Seokjin appears suddenly; he was smart enough to hide his messy hair under a baseball cap. “I forgot to leave him with my other stuff,” he says, extending his custom-made RJ plushy towards you. “Could you take him back to the hotel with you right now?” You gasp dramatically. “Am I...am I being entrusted with...with THE RJ himself???” He rolls his eyes. You grin, taking hold of the doll gently. “Of course. Me and RJ will have a grand time together, won’t we?” “Thanks,” he flashes you a genuine smile before turning to Yoongi. “We’re all taking one van to the venue, I guess. Are you ready?” “Yes,” your boyfriend agrees. “I’ll be there in just a second.” Seokjin nods and looks back at you. “Thanks again, Squid.” He grins playfully as he uses your nickname. “I expect to see him relaxing in my room when I get back.” “I don’t know, Jin-oppa,” you say seriously. “What if RJ decides he likes it better with me?” He gives you a look. “Don’t even joke.” You laugh, lifting one of the doll’s arms to wave at him as he turns to go. Still smiling, you turn back to your boyfriend. “How long do you think you guys will be today?” “Why?” he asks, one side of his mouth lifting in a crooked grin. “How much time do you need to pull off the great RJ-heist?” “Nah, that’s too easy,” you say, lifting the doll and wiggling it around playfully. “Mission accomplished already.” “Yah!” Seokjin’s voice carries all the way from where he stands next to the waiting van. “Don’t shake him like that!” “Oops, sorry.” Yoongi reaches out to brush a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “Hopefully it won’t be too long today.” You nod, leaning into his hand as he lets it rest softly on your cheek. “Agreed. Be---” “Noona!” Taehyung appears, carrying his thick brown peacoat in his arms. “Can you please, pretty please, extra please take this back to the hotel, too? I think it’ll be too hot.” You’re already reaching for the coat as Yoongi sighs. “Taehyung-ah, she’s not a delivery service.” You give him a placating smile. “I don’t mind. Anything else, Taehyungie?” “Nope!” He gives your arm a grateful squeeze. “See you later! Hyung,” he adds seriously, looking at your boyfriend, “We’re leaving in 5 minutes.” “I got it,” Yoongi says patiently. “I’ll be there.” After the younger man is gone, he studies you and sighs again. “You sure you’re okay?” Arms now full, you smile and lean forward, lips puckered; your smile grows to a grin as he gives you what you want. “Yes. Don’t worry, baby. Just have a good soundcheck. Are you guys also rehearsing?” He smooths another strand of your hair back. “We’ll probably do a rough run-through of some of the more difficult things, but nothing extreme.” You nod. “I---” Catching sight of something behind him, you grin. “What?” He narrows his eyes. “What---” Namjoon calls your name as he approaches. “I forgot to put this back in its case before we got off the plane,” he says, gesturing to his brand new tablet. “Can you---” “Take it back to the hotel for you?” You cut in with a laugh. He smiles sheepishly. “Yeah.” “You got it, Joonie. Anything else?” You pivot to look at the van where the others are waiting. “Last chance to check your stuff with the Me-Express, no-stop delivery service headed straight to the hotel!” “We love you,” Namjoon volunteers with a grin. You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re lucky I love you guys, too.” “Thank you,” he emphasizes, then: “Hyung---” “I know, I know,” Yoongi interrupts him. “I’m coming!” When you’re finally alone again, he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “How about you?” you say softly, smiling as you look up into his face. “Anything to send with me?” He smiles back briefly. “Just this,” he answers, then leans in and kisses you. When you finally break apart, you nod. “I think that’s my favorite item I’m delivering.” “You think?” he asks, absently looking around to make sure he has all his things with him. “What about RJ?” “Hmm...” you pretend to think. “A kiss from you has the tiniest edge over the world’s cutest alpaca.” “Thank goodness,” he deadpans. Finally deciding he’s got everything, he looks back at you. “I’ll see you soon?” You nod. “Be safe, baby.” “Love you,” he says quietly, then turns and heads towards the van. Watching them pile into the van, you wait until they’ve left before making your way to the remaining vehicles. “Whoa. Can I help you with that?” one of the managers asks, raising his eyebrows at the load of things in your arms. You laugh. “You can take the coat and the tablet if you want,” you answer. “But RJ’s off-limits.”

It’s dark by the time you hear commotion in the hotel hallway. Lying on your stomach, you reach for the remote and mute the TV to make sure it’s really them---the sound of controlled, comfortable chaos is unmistakable. Glancing at your watch, you’re both relieved that it’s not too late and worried that it’s that late for them to return, but both emotions are chased away when you hear Yoongi open the door to the room. You slowly sit up, waiting for him to appear. The automatic smile on his face when he sees you makes your heart squirm happily. “Hi sweetheart,” he says. His eyes dart around the room. “I won’t lie: I half-expected to see RJ in my spot there.” “She wouldn’t dare!” Seokjin says from the hallway. Yoongi sighs. “Goodnight, hyung!” he calls, then goes back and shuts the door more securely. Turning back to you, his smile grows even wider and he crosses to where you sit on the bed, taking your face gently in both hands and kissing you. When you finally break apart, he plants another soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “I missed you.” You grab the front of his shirt to keep him in place. “I missed you more. How was it?” Ruffling a hand through his hair, he nods in satisfaction. “Good. The venue is huge, sweetheart, and the sound system is amazing. I can’t wait until you hear the title track tomorrow, it sounds perfect.” You release him, watching as he wanders to the mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water, twisting it open as he talks. Too amped up, you think. You glance at your watch again: 2.5 hours. “---and then the transition from Jungkookie’s song to Jin-hyung, it’s perfect, it might actually be my favorite thing in the whole show.” He’s still going, pacing around the room a little. “That sounds amazing, baby,” you say calmly. “I can’t wait to see it. Did you eat yet?” “I---eat?” He pulls up short, considering it. “No. Not yet. It---” Four short knocks on the door cut him off. He goes to answer it, but you know who it is already. “Hyung,” Jimin wanders in, dressed in loose sweats, hair messy. “Hobi-hyung and I ordered the dinner, do you want to come over to my room? Or---oh!” He spots you, a delighted smile crossing his face. “Noonaaaaaa,” he sings out, rolling onto the bed next to you. “Nevermind, we’ll eat here instead.” Sprawled on his back next to you, he pats your leg as a greeting and then focuses on his phone. “Sure,” Yoongi agrees vaguely. He’s looking around the room, brow furrowed. “Sweetheart?” “Yes?” You try to hide your smile, already knowing what he was going to ask. You absently reach out to fix a strand of Jimin’s messy, dyed-pink hair. “This is starting to fade already,” you add in an undertone to the younger man. “Are you going to re-do it before the concert?” “Do you know where my equipment bag got put?” Yoongi’s still focused on his own task. “It’s over there, babe,” you gesture. “Are you going to unpack now?” He nods, already preoccupied with the task. “I don’t know,” Jimin finally answers your question, looking up from his phone. “We were talking about it today. Should I do more pink, or change it up?” You shrug. “What would you change it to?” “I haven’t done mint in a long time...” he muses. “Mint?” You lift another strand of hair. “I’m not sure it’s faded enough to do that yet, Jiminie.” He pouts. “That’s what stylist-noona thinks, too.” By the time Hoseok and the food arrives, Yoongi has most of his stuff unpacked. You sit curled up next to him while he and the others eat, and though they all gradually start to calm down, their full bellies leading them to drowsiness, you can still feel the restless energy coursing through him. You glance at your watch: 1.5 hours. “Uggh,” Hoseok groans. “So full.” “You ate well,” you grin, reaching out to playfully pat his head. “Ready to sleep now?” Nodding, he gets to his feet. “Yep. See you guys in the morning.” “Wait for me,” Jimin says, rolling off the bed like a puppy. “Noona, are you coming to rehearsal tomorrow morning?” “Yes. I’ve heard the venue is amazing,” you say, sharing a quick glance with Yoongi. Hoseok nods enthusiastically. “It’s going to be a good show.” “The best,” you agree lightly. “Goodnight, guys.” When they leave, closing the door carefully behind them, you lean over to brush a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek. “How was your dinner, my genius boy?” He turns his head to catch your lips with his. “Delicious,” he says when he pulls back. “The food wasn’t bad either.” You laugh, playfully rolling your eyes. “Are you ready for bed now?” He shakes his head a little. “No...I think I’m going to work for a little bit.” Even though it’s what you expected, you can’t help but sigh. “You need some rest, Yoongi.” “I know.” He cups the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb fondly. “But I’m still too awake---the jet-lag and everything. I won’t be able to fall asleep yet.” “Okay.” “Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks, searching your face. “I’ll turn down most of the lights and work quietly...” You shake your head. “It’s okay. I’ve got a couple things I need to do first.” He kisses you one more time, then gets up, moving to the corner area of the room where he had set up his equipment. With little preamble, he slips on his headphones and is lost in his own musical world. You turn the tv on to something quiet and lie back in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and smiling every time you hear him accidentally humming or singing to himself. At 11:30, you quietly get up and rummage through one of your bags, finding what you need and taking it to the bathroom to get ready. By 11:55, everything is set. At midnight, you walk over to where he’s still working, your eyes roving over the music program on his computer curiously. “Yoongi?” you say softly. With his headphones on, he’s far too engrossed in what he’s doing to hear you. Smiling faintly, you reach out and carefully slip the headphones off. When he looks up in protest, you gently run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face, and lean down to kiss him. Leaning back just a little, you murmur against his lips: “Time for bed, baby.” He nods a little, obviously tired though still avoiding it. Slipping your hand into his, you pull on it until he gets to his feet and lead him to the bathroom; he follows you obediently. You were prepared for this: the first day was always the worst, getting settled into a new timezone and a different routine, and he always came back from rehearsals a little amped up. As soon as the two of you stepped into the lavish bathroom, the scents washed over you, and you heard him take a deep breath. Dropping his hand, you go over to check the temperature of the bath water: you’d timed it perfectly. Satisfied, you turn back, moving past him to dim the lights. “It smells incredible, sweetheart,” he says, his voice a tired mumble. You move to stand in front of him. “It’s relaxing, isn’t it?” you say softly, reaching out to help him take off his shirt. “Come on, love: the water’s perfect right now.” The two of you spend nearly 20 minutes in the tub, talking softly about his day, your day, his worries, the things he’s excited about, plans for the next stop. He holds you tight, your back pressed up against his chest, and every so often he presses lazy kisses to your neck and shoulders. By the time you climb out, he’s a little pruney but also far more relaxed: his eyelids start to droop a little as he gets dressed in his favorite pajama set. When he’s finished, you take him by the hand again and guide him back to the bed; he doesn’t protest, sitting on the edge easily, but his gaze wanders to the hallway and he frowns slightly. “I don’t think I double-locked the door,” he says, making a move to get up. You put a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. “It’s okay, I’ve got it. Just lie down.” He does as you say, a ferocious yawn breaking free despite his best efforts to keep it hidden. You lock the door and turn out all of the lights until all that’s left is the lamp on your side of the bed. You’re happy to see that he’s crawled under the covers already. Moving slowly so as not to disturb him, you climb onto the bed next to him and reach for your phone. “What time do you have to leave for rehearsal?” “9,” he says, his eyes opening a little more at the thought. “I didn’t set---” “Shh,” you run your hand through his hair again. “I’ve got it, baby. Don’t worry.” You set a few alarms on your phone, ensuring that he’ll get up early enough to break the jetlag cycle, but not so early that he’ll be a total wreck the next day. He looks up at you and a smile slowly crosses his face. “I love you.” He says your name softly a few times. “I’m so lucky you’re here with me.” Smiling back at him, you turn on a soothing-sounds podcast, make sure both of your phones are plugged in and charging, then reach over to turn out your lamp. As the darkness settles, you crawl under the covers, laughing a little as he pulls you into his arms immediately. He holds you close against him, brushing a few soft kisses across your forehead. “I love you, too,” you say quietly. “Just get some rest, okay?” He nods sleepily. “So a few of us were talking,” you begin, keeping your voice low and calm even as you feel sleepiness start to creep over you, “And tomorrow we’re going to get dinner from that amazing steak place again.” “Mm?” He rubs your arm absently. “Sounds good, sweetheart.” “Yeah.” “We also...” He’s fading fast. “..Can’t forget to grab that camera Taehyungie wants...” You nod, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Right.” By this point, he’s completely relaxed in your arms, jetlag forgotten. His breathing starts to slow and even out, so you squeeze him tight and murmur, “I love you.” The last thing he does before he falls asleep is kiss your forehead; then, he’s out, coaxed into a deep sleep by your carefully planned relaxation techniques. Day 1, you think as you start to drift off, Check.

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kageyuji · 4 years

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sfw alphabet for Kirishima?

Taglist: @transmantrash @rycbar-221b @squeaky-ducky

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

*pats roof of kirishima* this sweet boi can fit so much love inside

He’s pretty affectionate, although he makes sure to ask before any PDA or the first time he goes to touch you (even if it’s hand holding or a hug)

I can see him burying his face in your neck a lot

He’s a sucker for domestic life, but we’ll get into that later

All in all, he’s pretty affectionate

I feel like his love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service

Of course, he gives his fair share of the other love languages, but those two just stood out to me

He loves physical affection, he’ll occasionally just pull you into his lap and bury his face into your back/the crook of your neck

And he just kinda wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close

He also loves doing things for you

Like standing up for you, helping you with homework, or getting you gifts

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sunshine boi

He’s so nice as a best friend?

Like of course he’s nice but the ingredients in a Kirishima is just kindness and adorable obliviousness (is that a word? Idk)

He’s probably one of those people that stay up until midnight so he can be the first one to wish you happy birthday

He’s somewhere between the funny friend and mom friend

Like I can see him having band-aids on hand at all times

And making sure you’re drinking water, eating, and resting when you’re supposed to

But at the same time he’s the friend that makes a joke in most situations

He’s pretty optimistic, so even in battles he’s trying to smile and make you smile, just so you don’t feel discouraged

Kiri would definitely call you at like 4 in the afternoon just to say he missed you and ask if you wanted to hang out

Speaking of hanging out, he’d also FaceTime you or go to your house just to kinda enjoy your company without actually having to talk to each other

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

Kiri loves cuddles

He is an absolute cuddle monster and no one can convince me otherwise

He doesn’t really care how, he just wants to be close to you and hold you

He especially likes putting his head in your lap and letting you absentmindedly play with his hair

Another favorite is just like,, engulfing you lmao

He likes to hold you against his chest with his arms around you

It makes him feel really manly

Like he can protect you from anything

The Confidence(tm) it gives him

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Absolutely

He’s not one of those ‘trophy wife, white picket fence, 2.5 kids’ guys necessarily

But he’s a sucker for domestic life

in the fact that he likes waking up a little before you and seeing you walking into the kitchen with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and pajamas still on

Kisses, even though neither of you have brushed your teeth yet and you’re half asleep

He’s actually pretty good at cooking

He’s weirdly good at cooking pancakes, I can’t explain why he just is

Blueberry pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes, strawberry pancakes, they’re absolutely perfection whenever he cooks them

He is not that great at cleaning though

He tries, don’t get him wrong, he tries

Kiri also really likes lifting you up off the ground when you hug

Or waking you up with light kisses all over your face

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly I can’t think of a reason why he would break up with them unless it was a matter of their safety/happiness

Or they did something really wrong/the relationship was toxic

But anyway, he’d go about it really cautiously

Because like I said, he wouldn’t do it because he lost feelings or something, he would still probably love you and not want to break your heart

Even if you broke his heart

So he’s gonna sit you down at a time when he knows you’re in the right headspace

He’d politely explain to you why, trying to phrase it the best way he knew how to

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I’m gonna be honest he’s ready for commitment pretty early on into the relationship

He gets attached pretty quickly, and when he does he gets insanely attached

But if he doesn’t feel like you’re 100% ready he won’t ask for your hand, and even after he does think so he’ll wait a long while just because he doesn’t want to rush anything

He has no problems with commitment, he likes feeling like he belongs somewhere

It makes him feel wanted in the same way he wants to be close to you all the time

He would die if you called him your husband/fiancé

Also, he calls you mr/mx/mrs Kirishima all the time and the smile on his face will not fade for the next few hours

After you agree to marry him, he wants to schedule the wedding as soon as possible

Obviously, he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s rushing things, but he’s just so happy that you wanted to actually marry him

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s gentle both physically and emotionally

Well, he tries to be physically gentle

He sometimes forgets his own strength or accidently turns his hand or something hard

But mostly he’s pretty gentle

and if he does hurt something/someone, he always makes sure to apologize and help fix whatever damage he’d done

And he feels so bad about it, the poor sweet babie

I can’t see him being rude to anyone, like ever lmao

I mean, you saw him feel bad for the guy who was trying to attack him in that one episode right?

Emotionally, he is very gentle

He’s very sweet, always offering his S/O compliments and doing sweet little things for them

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

The man loves hugs ok

And you know he gives good hugs

Like the ones where you’re kind of trapped in his embrace but it’s not like you’re complaining because you just feel so safe

But if he’s excited or hasn’t seen you in a while, it’s bone crushing

^^ He sometimes forgets his own strength, and therefore hugs just a little too tight when he isn’t paying attention

Also, he picks you up to hug you during those instances

He hugs...a reason amount?

Wait what’s a reasonable amount I’m touch starved

Like it’s not like he is hugging you every few minutes, but it’s not like he never hugs you

Maybe once when he first sees you, or when the two of you are parting ways

And he also hugs for comfort, but we been knew

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh, he says it the second he knows for sure

Although, it might be at a seemingly random time

Like you’ve just cracked some dumb joke and it suddenly hits him

And he just kind of blurts it out whether you two are alone in the room or not

Or maybe he can’t sleep one night, his mind is running crazy, and he realizes he can’t sleep because he’s thinking about you

And he texts you at 2 AM to tell you because for him it’s so important that you know in that instant

He doesn’t even care if you’re awake to respond, he needed to say it before he could sleep

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets a more insecure type of jealous

And he hates that he gets like that

Because he trust you and he wants you to know that

So for him to feel jealous makes him feel like he’s saying he doesn’t trust you; when, in fact, he trust you with his life.

When he does get jealous, you’ll know

He ask you if you think he’s manly enough for you

When he’s jealous, he always has his arms wrapped around you, holding you closely against himself

He tries to convince himself he doesn’t need to feel jealous of the other person because...you don’t like them, do you?

He usually ends up failing in convincing himself and winds up not-so-subtlety trying to get you away from the person.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kirishima’s kisses are always full of passion

His hand are always somewhere on you

Whether that be your waist, your back, your face, he just needs to be holding you

Usually, it’s just pecks on the tip of your nose or your forehead

But whenever he sees you for the first time in a while, after arguments, run-ins with villains, and similar circumstances his kisses are full of passion and longing

Also, he likes when you kiss his shoulders? I don’t even know why, he just loves it

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids loves him

They think him and his quirk are so cool!

And plus he’s really gentle and sweet with them

He shows off a lot infront of them because he’s trying to impress them

He talks to them a lot, telling them all about his hero work and how he used to have absolutely no control over his quirk

It’s a lot encouragement towards them

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He usually wakes up a little after the sun, not too early but not too late.

If you’re asleep, he won’t wake you up, he knows you probably need the sleep

Instead he’ll go cook you breakfast and bring you some in bed

If you wake up before him, please for the love of all things holy, wake him up with light kisses all over his face

He would die of fluff overload

Once both of you are awake, he pulls you against his chest and sits there until he can wake up mentally

Ok but can you imagine tired, shirtless standing in the kitchen sipping coffee?? That’s my sexuality

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s the type that falls asleep on the couch watching TV

So he doesn’t actually go to bed until like midnight

He’s the type to get up at like 2 am to get some food or something and you think there is someone stealing lmao

He’s always holding you in some way when you’re sleeping, even if he just has his leg barely pressed against yours

Although he would much rather be cuddling with you

He takes night showers, so can we just take a moment to appreciate Kirishima with his hair wet

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Kirishima’s not the type to say everything all at once

But I also can’t see him being the type that just randomly mentions things and leaves you sitting there like ‘?’

He probably does it pretty early on in the relationship, or if you were friends first he starts mentioning stuff a month or two into the friendship

He mentions it slowly, not wanting to scare you away

Although, he is a pretty open person so there are some things you’ll be able to figure out right off the bat

He’s not very secretive with you, especially not after he opens up to you

So any fights you may have definitely aren’t because he’s hiding things from you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very

He may get frustrated with himself a fair amount

But he doesn’t get very angered at other people very often

He’d much rather talk about what’s bothering him than argue or keep things bottled up, but he usually doesn’t have many problems with people

He would gladly take his time with anyone who asked for his help instead of getting impatient and starting to yell like other people might *cough* bakugou

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a fair amount

Obviously he can’t remember everything you say

He does remember random little things you say, though

Like sometimes he might get you a plushie of your favorite animal that you might have mentioned you liked once.

It’s little sweet things like that

And obviously he remembers the important things about you, like your birthday or what you’d like to do once you graduate

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He remembers how a few months after you two started dating, he saw you were wearing his hoodie

It was actually a Crimson Riot hoodie, he’d had it for a while but he loved it

Of course, you knew how much Kirishima admired Crimson Riot

So you assumed he was smiling because the hoodie had been buried in his closet for who knows how long and he was seeing it for the first time in a while

“I like the hoodie, where’d you get it?” He joked, sitting down besides you

You just smiled and leaned on his shoulder

“Ya know, Kiri, I like it. But I think I’d like it a little more if it said ‘Red Riot’.”

His heart fluttered, you’d always supported him when im came to his dream to become a hero

But still, to hear you say that, it made him so happy

And he couldn’t deny that it made him fall just a little more in love with you

No, Kirishima could not function properly for the rest of the day

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Kirishima is protective of you but not in the “I’m not letting another man around you ever, you are not allowed to have friends, Nope” kind of way

It’s more of an “I just want you to be safe” kind of way

So he’s always there make sure you’re safe, he doesn’t know how he would be able to forgive himself if he couldn’t save you from something

Especially if you have anxiety, he wants to be there to ground you, to be the reason maybe your anxiety isn’t so bad

He actually doesn’t like being protected himself, though

Apparently it “isn’t manly” so he’ll always insist that he doesn’t need help

Even though he usually does

He needs more of an emotional type of protection, if that makes sense?

He justs needs someone there to hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be ok

Or really just someone to talk to, you don’t even have to listen

Because lets face it, he has a lot of insecurities from when he was bullied in middle school

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ok so he’s not the type to plan big, extravagant parties and stuff for you

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put a lot of time and effort into his gifts

He remembers what you like, what you don’t like

He take notes of all the little things, if that makes sense

He remembers your favorite flowers, your favorite animal, your favorite everything

He also remembers your favorite places, where you went on your first date, where you first met, where you had your first kiss, places like that.

So usually any time you have an an aniversary it’s at a special place

Also, he’s more of a pleaser than someone that likes to be pleased, so he does a lot of stuff for you

Like he’ll get you gifts just because he wanted to see a smile on your face

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He says “manly” a lot

He doesn’t have many, to be honest

If anything, it’s that he’d break himself before he gives up

Especially when it comes to you

He would use his last breath trying to protect you

Which can be an issue for you, you just want him to be safe

And then there’re goes, losing sleep trying to do things for you

When in reality the only thing you want from him is for him to be healthy and happy

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t mean to be

In fact he hates that he is

But after being bullied so much in middle school, he can’t help but feel a little insecure from time to time

Which is why he dyed his hair, started working out

That’s not to say that he’s vane about it, he doesn’t brag and think that he’s better than other people

But he isn’t as self conscious as he used to be, and especially not now that he has you at his side

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, he couldnt feel whole without you, not now that he knows what it feels like to have someone always there for him

He loves that he has someone to rely on so fully

And to suddenly not have that person there for him, to not have an anchor of sorts, there is n way he could feel completed again

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man has literally walked into the store with a whole ass grocery list, saw something that you might like or reminded him of you, bought it and forget about everything else he was supposed to get

He rushed home just to give you the little gift he had gotten you

It was not the first or the last time it had happened

Honestly just anytime he gets to bring a smile to your face is a good day for him

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s not a fan of someone who is picky

Like obviously you can have opinions, but he wouldn’t like someone who judges him, if that makes sense

He just doesn’t want to feel insecure

And I feel like if he was with someone who was in any way judgemental, he would be an insecure wreck constantly

Basically, he just wants someone who is open-minded

But he doesn’t really care about many other things

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Like I said before, he goes to bed at around midnight but falls asleep on the couch at like 10

But anyway

He’s a pretty deep sleeper, he has slept through a few bad storms in his life

He drools a lot. And also he snores a lot. Babie boi

He has an unreasonable amount of weird dreams but he only remembers like 2% of them

You know they happen though because he also talks in his sleep occasionally, and when he wakes up you’re just like “Kiri?? Why were you talking about overthrowing your ant overlords last night?”

No one knows

This man cannot keep the bed sheets straight in any sort of way, he he goes to sleep in the fetal position and wakes up laying horizontally at the foot of the bed

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Summary: A ragtag team of Spec-Ops operators are brought out of retirement for all the wrong reasons. When the dust settles, only the best will be left standing. Pairing: Pablo Schreiber x OFC, Henry Cavill x OFC (listen, she gets with the whole team, okay? Don’t lie, you would too.) Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Nothing much really. A/N: Shit hath hitteth the fan. Again.

“Ooh, smells like semen in here!” Jake says with far too much enthusiasm, smiling brightly at me as he pours two cups of coffee, doctoring mine just how I like it.

“Shut up. If you or anyone else brings it up, be ready to be on the receiving end of Beef’s fist,” I mutter, giving Jake the only warning he’ll get from me as I take my seat at the conference table, rolling my neck side to side, amazed at just how sore I am.

“My lips are sealed. I just gotta know one thing: What was he holding out for?”

“Me,” I whisper, watching as Jake’s eyebrows go sky high and he leans back in his seat, silenced.

“I mean, we all sort of suspected. He’s not exactly subtle about...well, anything, but you never seemed to catch on, so we left it alone.” He shrugs, his smile more genuine this time, Jake looking truly touched by the revelation.

“Yeah, well, next time do us both a favor and tell me sooner.”

“And spare him the blue balls? Where’s the fun in that? Was it a mess? Did you have to stick the shower head up there after?”

“Jake, shut up!” I crow, throwing a spare pen at him just as Rick walks through the door, breakfast in hand.

“Literally the last two people I expected to be up early after last night, but I’ll take it. Where’s the rest of the gang?” Rick asked, setting the bags of food and the tray of coffee down in the center of the table.

“What did you get up to last night?” It’s my turn to interrogate Jake, my eyebrow going up as I watch his smile go impish.

“Her name was Star and she did things to me that are deadly sins in most religions.” Jake says with as much seriousness as he can muster for all of 2.5 seconds, his face breaking into a smile just as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Just be glad you weren’t stuck in a box with him for more than 24 hours,” Benji mutters as he takes the seat to my left, squeezing my shoulders before sitting down.

“Morning,” Max mumbles as he sits to my right, avoiding eye contact with everyone, including me.

“Save the act, Beef. We all know you got some,” Dom cuts in, moving to sit next to Rick, leaning back in his seat, and grinning like that cat that ate the canary.

“Congratulations on losing your V-card, bro,” Flip adds as he comes in, patting Max on the back as he scoots by him.

“Alright, enough. What d’we got, Rick?” I cut the shenanigans short, knowing if I let it go on any longer, the guys will yank Max’s chain a little too hard first thing in the morning. Even I’m not that patient before coffee.

“Well, since we let Wallace literally walk out the front door, we have to chase again. I asked intel for his whereabo--”

There’s barely time to hear the blast before the shockwave hits us, taking out the bulletproof glass as if it were single pane. I feel Max’s body collide into mine, before we both hit the ground hard. Car alarms and smoke detectors go off in nearby buildings, making it clear the blast came from the outside in, but leaving no doubt we’re the targets.

Breaching charges come next, one at the front door, one at the secondary exit. I finally open my eyes as I get to my feet, keeping low and feeling Max’s hand clamped around the back of my neck. Though smoke fills the meeting room, I get enough of a glance to know that the guys are all okay, each of them in the same crouched position I am, all of us moving with precision.

Max pushes me into my room, slamming the door behind me. Without hesitation, I grab a t-shirt, vest, pants and socks, throwing everything on in a hurry. My boots go last, the laces double knotted so I don’t have a slip-up later. I pull my hair into a messy knot before grabbing my M4 and checking the mag. Seeing it fully loaded, I push it back into place and slam it home, ready to go.

The knock at my door comes just in time, and I knock back once to let whoever is on the other side know I’m ready and armed. Pulling it open, I fall in behind Flip, covering him and bringing up the tail end of our little procession down the hall. Up front, I hear Dom call out targets, he and Rick taking out three men without hesitation.

“Let’s move!” Rick calls out, and I pivot so that as I move forward, I can cover us against anyone who might want to come up behind. Within moments of doing so, two of Wallace’s men come out of the meeting room and into the hallway. Leveling my M4, I take four shots, ensuring both men’s deaths.

Just as I pass the last of the bedrooms, I feel my body get pulled sideways. With little time to react, I let my gun fall to my side and pull my knife out of my vest. Before I can sink it into the nearest limb, I feel his arm go around my throat in a rear naked choke, the man squeezing hard enough to make me see stars. I only have six seconds before the chokehold takes me out, and with gunfire sounding ahead of us, I know the boys won’t be coming to save me. Stepping forward, I pivot towards the man’s thumb, palm striking his hand away as I go. Out of the hold, I don’t waste time, wrapping his neck in a guillotine choke and cranking with every ounce of anger I feel towards the man who’s made our lives a living hell for the last few weeks.

It takes a second, but I feel the distinct pop of tendon and bone breaking and from how limp the man goes, I know he’s gone. Swinging my gun back into my hands, I check my corners and sprint to catch up with the team, reaching them as they start going down the exterior stairs of the building. At street level, more of Wallace’s men are posted up, guns aimed directly at us. I pause for a moment, eyeing the most imperative man to take out, and with a quick check through my scope, put two through his forehead, taking him out just before he can let a shot off; a shot that would’ve surely hit Rick where it counts. Taking out two more men before moving again, I sprint for our car, slipping in just as Dom puts the pedal to the floor.

“Everyone good?” Benji calls, his eyes wide as they dart around the van, watching carefully as we all pat ourselves down. Unlike our last shootout, I don’t find a hole where it shouldn’t be. Still, I’m not surprised when I find Max’s fingers lifting my chin.

“Jesus,” he hisses as I turn my head out of his grip, nodding.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be muteville for me tomorrow unless I can ice this soon,” I acknowledge, resting my head back against the seat as the pain finally kicks in.

Our secondary safehouse is nowhere near as luxurious as the one we use for headquarters, being nothing but a small, modified warehouse, but it has water, ice, and a place for me to lean back while I ice my neck. Max brings me the bag and gingerly sets the ice down on my neck, smoothing my hair back after. With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he takes his seat next to me, his gaze focusing on the screens where Rick is pulling up traffic cameras.

“Home Office is going to love knowing you broke the Freedom Act just for one man,” Max deadpans, all of us focusing on a different part of the screen, trying to figure out where Wallace and his men went after the bombing.

“I’ll have a look at security cam footage from right after the stairs, see if I can pinpoint what direction he went in,” Dom says, pulling his laptop closer before entering the same camera network the traffic ones are on. If nothing else, I’m glad we’re in London because as one of the most surveilled cities in the world, the chances of not finding him are slim to none.

Silence falls over the room as we all study the feeds, looking for any sign of the black vans Wallace and his men got into after the bombing. It seems like hours go by before Dom finally speaks up, his voice terse as he checks and double-checks his findings.

“Cameras show him headed east-”

“I got him. He’s on A12,” Rick interjects, standing to get a closer look at his square, where the two vans are headed in the exact direction Dom had said.

“A12 ends at London City. He’s gonna try and hop ship!” Max is the one on his feet now, reaching for his phone.

Taking the ice off my neck, I sit up, well-versed in what’s about to happen. Joint ops are always a mess, but we need the airport locked down with him and his team in it, and with the head start Wallace has, we’ll never make it in time.

Max paces as the call rings, his face making it clear he needs the person on the other end to pick up, and pick up quickly. As he waits, we all start getting ready. Vest plates are checked, mags get loaded and stowed, and extra ammo is stuffed into a singular go-bag one of us will carry just in case.

“John. Hey mate, I need a favor and I need it fast. No questions right now. I need you to lock down London City as quickly as you can. No making calls to anti-terror, understood? This one’s ours and ours alone. He’s an animal and we need to put him down. Can you do that, mate? Good, thank you. What’s your ETA?”

Max listens intently to his friend on the other line even as he starts prepping his own gear, knowing we don’t have much time.

“Great. I’ll see you there, mate. I’ll explain over a pint when it’s all over, I promise.” Closing the call, Max grabs his gear, on my heels as we all rush out the door and back into the truck.

We check and recheck everything as Max drives towards the airport we know Wallace will be trying to fly out of. The silence in the truck is deafening, all of us tensed and ready for what we hope will be the end of this nightmare.

London City’s facade reminds me of a used car dealership, all concrete and glass, with the airport’s title written in blue letters across the top of the entrance. It’s not a stunning piece of architecture, and despite its prime location, it’s nowhere near as heavily-trafficked as Heathrow or Gatwick. I try my best to keep my face neutral as we arrive; by the amount of lights and personnel standing around outside the building, the Mets weren’t exactly subtle about their approach. The chances that Wallace is still in the building drop more and more, the closer we get.

Max tears out of the car like a bull in a china shop, eyes narrowed with laser precision as he marches inside to find his friend. We follow suit, scanning the area for any sign of Wallace or his men, knowing he could be waiting to spring another trap on us at any moment.

“What the hell happened, John?” Max barks as he makes a beeline for his friend, having no idea how scary he looks when he’s on the warpath.

“We were too late, mate. He had a private jet set to take off. Wheels were up by the time we got to the counters. We’re pulling surveillance and the flight manifest as we speak.” John, to his credit, manages to face Max without shrinking in his presence, unintimidated by the rabid dog routine he tends to default to whenever a plan is going south.

Appeased by the quick reaction to missing their primary objective, Max backs off, scrubbing a hand over his face as he turns back towards us.

“We’re all in consensus that he wants to recreate the night he was arrested, correct?” He asks as we all gather around, ready to rejig the plan as necessary. Everyone nods, the rest of the team’s anger rising to the level of Max’s, none of us wanting a repeat of that night. “So he’s headed south. Probably back to Libya.”

The flight manifest appears before anyone can say another word, and as Max reads over the report, I know the bad news is about to be compounded.

“He took a hostage. FUCK!”

#henry cavill #pablo schreiber #henry cavill x ofc #pablo schreiber x ofc #resurrection #deathonyourtongueoriginals

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