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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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The Tattoo

Summary: You scheduled a tattoo appointment for yourself, Bly is hurt that you won’t tell him what you’re getting a tattoo of.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I love Bly. So much. More people should write for him.

You open the door to your apartment, and sigh when Bly breezes past you and settles himself at your kitchen table. “Hello to you too,” You call into the house as you shut the door and follow him into your kitchen.

Carelessly, you drop into the chair across from him.

Bly has a small smile on his face as he leans across the table, “You’re breaking my heart, cyar’ika.” The familiar nickname falls from his lips easily, it’s a shame that you don’t speak a lick of Mando’a and it’s even more of a shame that no one will tell you what it means.

You roll your eyes, “It’s a tattoo, Bly. It’s not like I’m moving to Tatooine to start a new life as a moisture farmer.”

“Yeah, but, not only did I have to find out about this from my brothers,” He says pointedly, “You won’t tell me what you’re getting a tattoo of. So. Heart broken.”

“Oh, come on. You’re covered in tattoos.” You point out as you gesture, vaguely, towards the golden tattoos flowing down his arms, and peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“Please tell me what your tattoo is going to be?” He drapes himself across your table dramatically and folds his hands over yours, “The curiosity is killing me.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Just like everyone else.”

“Oh! You can let me go with you!”

“No, Bly.” There’s an amused smile on your lips, “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you were interested in tattoos.”

“Well…I’m not really.” You shrug, “I lost a bet.”

Bly immediately sits up, and something dangerous slides through his eyes, “What.”

“Easy Bly.” Your amusement grows, “Your overprotective tendencies are showing.”

“Is someone forcing you to get this?”

“Not forcing me, no. I did agree to the bet willingly. And I’m able to choose the tattoo and the location, so it’s not so bad.”

Still, he frowns, “If you don’t want a tattoo then don’t get one. If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me.”

“Bly,” His dark eyes snap to your face, “I’m okay with it. Really.”

Some of the offended tension drains from his shoulders, “What bet did you lose anyway?”

At that your face burns, “Um…not important.”

You’re definitely not going to admit that you had a bet with Stripe on whether or not Bly was romantically involved with General Secura. You thought he was, as much as it broke your heart, Stripe was convinced that he wasn’t.

Stripe was right.

Which is a win/lose scenario for you. Win because you might, possibly, have a chance with him now. Lose because you do have to get a tattoo.

Bly slides into the chair next to you and pokes your cheek, “Cyar’ika,” He coos, “What was the bet?”

You bat his hand away, “I’m not telling.”

“Is it embarrassing? Ooh, was it a sex bet.”

“What? No!” You stare at him, “Why would you ask that?”

“Curious.” But there’s something odd in his smile, “Come on, cyar’ika. Tell me? Please?”

“Fine!” You fold your arms, and pointedly won’t look at him, “I had a bet with Stripe,”

“Uh-huh.”

“About whether or not you’re dating General Secura.”

Bly blinks at you. Twice.

“And…uh…who started the bet?”

“Stripe.”

“Right. Right.” He stands and drops a kiss to your temple, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. I’m going to go beat the shit out of my brother. Comm me when your tattoo is done? I wanna see it.”

“Uh…sure? Why are you-?”

“Don’t worry about it. Reasons!”

Several hours later, Bly hurries back to his cyar’ika’s apartment, absently massaging his bruised knuckles.

Stripe deserved the beat down he got. And sure, General Secura had been Not Pleased with the fight, but it had been well deserved.

Stripe conned his cyar’ika and forced her to get a tattoo, for all that she claimed that he wasn’t forcing her. It wasn’t a fair bet. Stripe knows how Bly feels about his cyar’ika.

The look of resigned acceptance on his brother’s face when Bly returned to the Barracks did make him a little less annoyed. But only a little.

Bly runs up the stairs and reaches the door at the same time as his cyar’ika.

A small smile crosses her pretty lips, “That was quick.” She teases lightly.

“Well, I was waiting for the comm,” Bly admits as he scans her body, but he doesn’t see any bandages that might hide a tattoo, “Where is it?”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh, and keys open the door, “So impatient, Bly. I thought you were supposed to be a commander.” Her voice is light and teasing.

“I am, but this has been killing me.” He follows her into the house, and smacks the button to shut and lock the door, “Come on, cyar’ika. Where is it? Did you back out?”

“No. Rude.” She pauses, “Did you think I would?”

“No. Of course not.” Bly lies…badly.

“Bly!”

“What! You said they weren’t really your thing.” He says defensively.

She folds her arms over her chest, and Bly tries, really hard, to not drop his gaze to her breasts. He will be respectful, damn it.

Her lips twitch, “You want to see it?”

“Yes! Please.”

She laughs, “Alright, alright. Just so you know, I have to take off my shirt.”

He pauses, “Where, exactly, is your tattoo?”

“On my back.” She says with a grin.

“Alright, let’s see it.”

She turns around and peels her shirt off, and Bly’s breath catches in his throat. Partly because she is half naked, in front of him, and he’s kind of stupid when it comes to her, but partly because of the design on her back.

It looks like his.

Well. Sort of.

Rather than just geometrical designs, hers look more like vines, with stunning gold flowers decorating the across her shoulder and down her side. In fact, the gold of the flowers looks almost identical to the gold of his own tattoos.

He steps closer and lightly, very lightly, trails a finger across the vine.

“Beautiful.” He breathes out, only half talking about the tattoo.

She turns her head to look at him, a grin on her lips, “Yeah?”

Bly’s gaze locks with hers, and he smiles, “Yeah.” He’s not talking about the tattoo anymore.

His fingers slide across the back of her neck to grip her shoulder, and he lightly spins her so that she’s facing him. “I have a confession.”

“Oh?”

“Stripe conned you. He knew he was going to win that bet.”

She blinks, “What?”

“Stripe knows, perfectly well, who I have a thing for and he knows very well that it isn’t General Secura. He’s known for months. All of them know.” Bly brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, “It’s why I had to go beat the shit out of him.”

She frowns lightly, “Well, that wasn’t nice of him.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“So…who are you interested in then?” She asks with a frown.

Bly laughs, “It’s not obvious?” He asks as his fingers trail from her cheek to lightly grip her chin. “It’s you. It’s always been you. It’ll always be you.”

Her lips part in surprise.

“Can I kiss you?”

A small smile crosses her lips, “Yes. Please.”

Bly crashes his lips against hers. And while Stripe got everything he deserved, he might go a bit easier on him for the next couple of days. After all, his con encouraged him to confess to his pretty cyar’ika. And that’s deserving of a reward.

#star wars #tcw #commander bly x reader #bly x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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frvnkcastles · 25 days

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EVERY NIGHT I BURN ➵ S. ROSSI

Summary: After a disastrous date with your high school crush, Sam is there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Borderline sexual assault, language, implied female reader, some descriptors

Word count: 5.6k (geez)

Author’s note: Making my comeback with a THREE year old fic that I was always too embarrassed to post anywhere for some reason. Anyway Sam is my favorite Jon character after Frank and I think about him on a regular basis :’) Sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, college is killing me!! Can’t wait to get back to writing during summer break.

”Hey, are you busy?”

Looking up from his bookkeeping, Sam lifted an eyebrow and tried his very best to maintain a stoic, neutral expression rather than breaking into the giddy smile he always felt coming on in your presence. Seeing you at the doorway of his office, dark hair flowing in the cool breeze and a gust of your perfume invading his space in the process, was nothing short of enchanting, making him clear his throat as he briefly glanced at where your skirt rested against your thighs and then back to the shiny eyes behind your glasses.

For you? Never. That’s what he wanted to say, anyway — that hell or high water, he’d make time for you. Instead, he lifted one hand to gesture at the empty office. ”Nah, somethin’ wrong?” he asked gruffly, yet the rough voice was nothing short of polite as he eyed you up and down as if to search for any signs of distress. The nervous wringing of your hands was the only clue he got, but he chalked it down to your typically shy — and endearing — personality with a soft, barely audible chuckle.

”No, no, not at all. I was just wondering if I could bother you with a favor? I got some shelves for the new house and uh, as much as I’d like to campaign for being a strong, independent woman... I do not know how to handle power tools”, you grimaced in a way that made Sam laugh fondly and glance at his boots before bringing his enamored gaze back up at you. ”Really, if you can’t, it’s—”, you began again before you could corner him into agreeing, but waving you off, he interrupted.

”Be my pleasure. Rather that than, uh, drive ya into the hospital after lettin’ you do it alone, right?” he spoke, cracking a joke that almost sounded strange coming from his quiet, level voice. Once the amusement in his tone registered in your head, though, you broke into a grin and nodded in agreement.

”Yeah, I’m a much better driver if you end up drilling a hole in your own finger”, you countered, only to realize the potentially offensive hint in your voice — at that, your smile faltered, but before you could do much more than open your mouth to explain you hadn’t meant to poke fun at his hands, he smiled at you.

”I gotchu, sweetheart. ’S all good”, he reassured before you could worry about hurting his feelings. There was a moment then, with you gazing into each other’s eyes, goofy smiles on your faces with no one needing to say anything.

Didn’t mean it stayed that way. With an excited cheer, your goddaughter was soon emerging through the entrance, disrupting the moment between you and Sam as she grabbed your shoulders. ”I thought that was you! Did you bring me lunch?” Maggie wondered with a grin, and laughing, you jutted your finger in your car’s direction, encouraging her to break free from the office with a delighted sprint again.

She was the reason you had come here, to begin with. You were a teacher and when a job opportunity near your favorite goddaughter had turned up, you took the chance to go back home and reunite with what little family you both had left. Within days, Sam had grown smitten with you — and Mags could tell; you, not so much. In his defense, how could he not? You were smart, caring, had the prettiest smile he had seen in years and there was no doubt about your kind heart. The way you treated Mags, him, and anyone you came across made his own heart swell. You were damn beautiful, too.

Now, nearly a month into your stay, you had formed new habits and routines, including stopping by the motel to get lunch to Mags. Sam had insisted that he’d feed the girl if you just let him, but frankly, your visits had an ulterior motive now — see, you really liked him, too. Again, how could you not? He was everything you loved in a man and whatever chance you got to spend more time with him, you leaped at.

Hence why you had insisted the furniture shop didn’t need to come over and install the shelves for you; you had a guy for that.

Before you could say anything more, the rev of an engine got your attention and both you and Sam turned your heads to the motel’s parking lot only to see an old but well-kept, stylish car pull up with no regard to the actual parking spots. You would have recognized the car and its white stripes from a mile away, pulling a surprised gasp from you — the same, joyous reaction was far from Maggie’s face as she traipsed back to the office with a glare at the car she had seen enough times not to trust its owner.

”Oh my Gosh, what are you doing here?” you gushed as you stepped back out into the warm spring air, your hand on your chest as you watched the tall, lanky guy step out of the car while unfolding his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt. Sam certainly didn’t miss the amazed tone in your voice, nor the hand placed on your arm as the stylish guy eyed you up and down.

”Heard you were back in town, I just had to see it for myself”, the guy grinned at you, and even from behind his desk, Sam could see the blush on your cheeks.

Trying his best to tune out the rest of the conversation, he clenched his jaw as he looked down at the papers still waiting for his scrutinizing. His focus was everywhere else, though, and suspecting as much, Maggie leaned her elbows on the counter to share her gossip with Sam with her stare still trained on you.

”That’s Benny. Complete jerk, if you ask me. They almost dated in high school but he’s always just been stringing her along”, Mags dished casually, and with an incredulous snort, Sam looked up with doubt in his dark eyes.

”That guy?” he confirmed, struggling to imagine a world where anyone would be out of your league. You were a gem; a whole treasure and he would have never made you feel like anything else.

Nodding, Mags glanced at Sam with a hopeful smile. ”He doesn’t deserve her. Maybe if someone nice actually asked her out for once”, she theorized, far from sneaky, but before Sam could scold her for her taunting tone, she continued. ”Until then, she’s just gonna let him play with her feelings because every time she thinks it might work out.”

With a frown, Sam looked over to the parking lot where you were, indeed, fawning over the man, lovesick grin and all. It was in that moment that his jealousy got beaten by his anger — not towards you, but towards the man for toying with your heart.

That said, he would have lied if something envious didn’t brew in the pit of his stomach when he watched you touch his chest and lean into him, laughing at his jokes.

———————

”Nervous?” Sam rasped from where he was hoisted on one of your chairs, arm leaning against the wall while glancing between you and the drill he was setting up. Maybe it was the date, maybe it was the sight of him rolling up his sleeves and hiking up his tight jeans that made you gulp, but either way, you ended up nodding. When he effortlessly grabbed the shelf off the table with one hand and balanced it against the wall in a way that made practically every muscle in his body flex against his clothes, you had to look away.

”A little”, you admitted with a dry throat, fiddling with the sleeves of your dress as you wandered back and forth in the small living room just to channel the anxious energy somewhere. ”Not to sound like a schoolgirl, but— he’s so cool”, you breathed out, an embarrassed chuckle accompanying your words as you checked the time on your phone again and then turned back to Sam who had paused his work and was looking at you with a lifted eyebrow.

He seemed to weigh his options for a beat, wonder what was the right thing to say when eventually he sucked in a breath and turned back to the shelf with the drill hoisted at the right position. ”Ain’t no one cooler than you”, he pointed casually before activating the drill and getting the nail through the wood effortlessly. ”You got that?” he emphasized when silence landed in the room again, his words demanding but his voice soft when he eyed you briefly. ”You’re a real gem, sweetheart. You deserve to be treated like one”, he added before adding in the second nail and then the third, giving you the chance to collect your thoughts while he worked.

Suddenly feeling the tension in the air, you chuckled quietly. ”Did Maggie say something?” you wondered, well-aware of how little she liked the man you had been drooling over for the past decade and more.

With a quiet laugh, Sam reached for the final nail. ”Maybe”, he confirmed, not getting to say much more when the tremble of his fingers betrayed him and the nail flew to the floor with a clatter. As he cursed, you jumped into motion, not allowing him the chance to climb down when you were already crouching down to pick up the nail from the floor in a way that had your skirt hiking up your thighs.

When you stood back up to hand it over, Sam was staring at you in quiet amazement, and softly, you smiled at him. ”Well, thank you”, you whispered, still thinking about his previous words as you stepped back to let him finish without you in his way — he, in response, felt his heart swing at the loss of your warmth and perfume in his face. ”I appreciate all of this”, you gestured at him with a grin, ”but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

With a nod, Sam gave you one more look, one that he was forced to tear away when the honk of a car filled your driveway with sound. He couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten at your adorable gasp, and any idea of saying goodbye left his brain when you reached forward to briefly peck his cheek, your soft lips tickled by the coarse hairs of his dark beard as you bid him farewell.

”I’ll make this up to you!” you promised with a smile, and chuckling, Sam ducked his head down and willed himself to not blush.

You already had.

—————

Ever the gentleman, Sam had decided to wait at your house for you to return from your date — partly to make sure you were safe, partly to see your excited smile when you’d burst through the door in an enthusiastic ramble of how it had gone. That was how he played it out in his head, anyway, giddy at the idea of your happiness even if it meant from another man. With your shelves up and installed, there was not much to do but linger around; even with the TV on, though, he found it hard to focus.

The entire house felt like you. Like one big comforting hug, one that you could never quite fit his large figure into but you always tried as hard as you could. You were sweet like that. As was the ghost of your perfume haunting the living room where Sam was seated, unable to think about anything but what kind of movie you’d choose to put on if you were there with him. One of the armchairs next to the couch he was on had some of your dresses draped over it — the rejected pile, he assumed, but the different colors and soft materials made his stomach swing when he imagined the edge of the skirt falling above your knees, the flowery sleeves a stark contrast to your dainty hands.

At that thought, he cleared his throat and got up from

the couch with unwillingness to stay there and obsess over you all night. He had already grabbed some water from the kitchen only to think about the baked goods you brought to the motel every now and then, the image of your warmth mixing in with the soft music you had mentioned liking while stirring a bowl of batter refusing to leave his head. And as he passed by the foyer on his way out, he noted your shoes, all in different styles yet somehow so you, and the large mirror where his smitten reflection was adorned by a colorful sticky note wishing a lovely day. With a smiley face and all.

He made his way to the local diner, then, figuring he could kill some time by grabbing some shakes and fries for when you’d get home. By the time he considered you already having dinner with your date, it was too late and he found himself striding up to the counter where he hoped the kind lady wouldn’t notice the red on his cheeks and the extra tremble in his fingers.

He had hardly limped his way over, though, when the lady he was quite familiar with gave him a sympathetic smile. A frown barely crossed Sam’s face when she pointed a finger across the diner, and when the tall man faced the right direction, he found you sitting in the furthest booth, drenched from the rain that had just stopped on his way over, hands shaky and cheeks stained with the make-up you had spent so much time on. An untouched cup of coffee sat in front of you, and it seemed like you had no intentions of moving anywhere.

Sam, on the other hand, abandoned his initial plan immediately and with a slight swing from side to side, stomped his way over to you. The heavy falls of his boots caught your attention quickly, and meekly, you looked up only to somehow feel worse at the worried pair of eyes you found staring back at you, concerned creases painted across Sam’s forehead as he fiddled with his fingers. He could see the slight disappointment on your face, but before he could take it personally, you were sighing weakly.

”This is so embarrassing”, you whispered, soon enough breaking into a sob as you covered your face with your hands and leaned towards the table. Without a second’s hesitance, Sam sat by your side, and when you moved to give him space next to you, he took the opportunity to wrap an arm around your shoulders and hold you close.

”Shh, shh, no, it ain’t. It ain’t. Promise, ’m not here to judge. Alright? Don’t even gotta tell me what happened if ya don’t wanna”, he assured, his rough voice so soft as he rubbed your arm soothingly and placed his head against yours. A mere second later, he was taking in your appearance, from the drenched hair to the mud on your knees, and with a regretful inhale, he walked back on his previous word with a gentle tone. ”Tell me if you’re hurt, though. Please, sweetheart”, he was quiet and respectful, and with the nickname welcoming something warm in your heart, you shook your head.

”Not hurt”, you confirmed, and although the faintness of your voice did little to comfort Sam, he nodded approvingly at the promise. When you said nothing more, he simply held you in his arms, caressing you softly and humming in your ear without empty vows of things going to be okay and you going to be alright. Right now, all he could offer was his presence and attention.

Somehow, that was enough. Your breathing leveled and your heart didn’t feel like it was going to jump out of your chest anymore, but rather, feeling the beat of Sam’s helped in grounding you. He was warm and comforting and for a moment, you forgot where you even were.

”That’s it”, he encouraged quietly when you grew more stable in his embrace, ”attagirl. I’m right here with you, darlin’.” Feeling you relax helped him relax, too, his fear slowly dismantling and his feeling of utter helplessness subsiding.

”You wanna tell me what happened?” he asked gently, never pushing, only giving you the chance to share if you felt like it. At first, you truly hadn’t, but now, with his care so thick in the air, you felt entirely safe telling him.

”You gonna tell me you told me so?” you asked, half-joking, and it earned a quiet snort from Sam before he pressed a tender kiss on the top of your head.

”Never.”

That was all the encouragement you needed, and with a deep sigh, you recalled the past two hours of your life. ”He took me to a drive-in”, you swallowed, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the memory. ”It was nice, actually Fun. Nostalgic. Then, he, uh, he kissed me. And I kissed him back. But then I—I tried to pull away and he—”, you continued, your voice breaking as you covered your mouth with your hand and exhaled.

”He wouldn’t stop. His hands were everywhere. So I—I somehow managed to get out of the car and I just… ran. I ran. I knew the diner was close by so I headed over here but it started raining and I fell so it took me a while but I just couldn’t go back”, you continued before gesturing at your ripped stockings and then leaning into Sam’s chest with your eyes sealed shut. ”I was so stupid. I should have listened to you and Maggie.”

Silence landed again, apart from the sounds around you and your soft sniffles. It was Sam, then, who was silent — his nostrils flaring and his heart pounding in his chest as he imagined the Hell you had been through. He wasn’t much of a fighter, but he sure as hell stood up to assholes like some of the men at his motel and this… this sad excuse of a human being who had had the chance of a lifetime with you. A chance that Sam would never waste for anything in the world.

”It ain’t your fault”, he finally rasped, trying to swallow down his anger even if the tick of his jaw betrayed him. He was glad you were huddled up against his chest, shielding you from seeing the fury in his narrowed eyes as he stared out of the rainy window and clenched his jaw. ”None of it. You did good, sweetheart. You did so good”, he continued, losing some of his temper as he wrapped both arms around your trembling body. ”You were real fuckin’ brave, ya hear me? Did nothin’ wrong. That guy is a piece of shit, you understand?”

You managed a nod before Sam continued. ”You deserve the world. I’m so sorry that happened. I ’preciate you sharin’”, he sighed, not even sure what more to say. He felt like he was going to be sick, though he doubted it was nowhere near to how you were feeling.

As if on cue, you shivered again, and he withdrew from you just enough to look at your drenched body. ”Listen, sweetheart, you’re freezin’. Okay if I drive ya home?” he offered, and unsure what other option you had, you simply pleaded yes to his proposal. Even if there had been an alternative, he was what you wanted — his safety, his reassurance, his guidance.

You just did not realize that he had sworn all of that since day one.

As you sat in his passenger seat, shaking from the cold as well as the adrenaline, Sam made sure to hold your smaller hand in his large, warm one, all the while cranking up the heat in the truck. It was silent for the most part, and when tears fell from your eyes only for you to hastily wipe them away, he said nothing, simply brushed his thumb across your hand and let you be. There was no judgment in the air, and even with your torn appearance, he didn’t stare, only glanced at you to make sure you were alright, eyes full of care and the wish that there was more he could have done for you.

When the truck was parked in your driveway, Sam was quick to leap out of his seat and circle the car to open the door for you and help you out of the fickle seatbelt. You didn’t hesitate to cling onto him, allowing him to guide you inside to the safety of your home where you toed off your shoes and let him hang up your jacket.

”You go get changed, alright? I’ll make you some tea”, Sam whispered, gentle as he brushed a hand across your hair and took a step away to allow you your space. The hesitation in your eyes suggested you weren’t quite ready to leave his side, but certain that getting dressed on your own was the best idea, you nodded and hid into the bedroom while he wandered to the kitchen.

It didn’t go unnoticed by either of you how naturally he blended into your life. Having him around the house felt like the most natural thing, and he breathed easy while getting out your kettle and pouring the boiled water into one of your big mugs. Well-aware just how much sugar and honey you liked in your tea, preparing the drink for you was like second-nature, like he had spent years with this routine, attached to you so tightly he didn’t even question it.

When you shyly snuck out of the bedroom, dressed in tights and a large, grey sweater, he was seated in your living room with his hands nervously wringing with one another. It made you want to laugh, how both of you were so on edge, but when you saw his eyes light up at the sight of you, as well as the steaming tea he had made just for you, and the shelves perfectly balanced on the wall behind him, you burst into tears, instead.

”The shelves look so nice”, you cried with a laugh, trying to wipe at your eyes while sniffling and taking a seat next to Sam. ”You’ve done so much for me”, you whispered, amazed by the kindness of his heart, but he was quick to protest with a quiet chuckle.

”’S just basic decency”, he countered quietly before observing you carefully. The scratches on your palms and wrists made him swallow and look away, but he gently knocked his knee into yours to promise he was right there as long as you wanted it. ”Whatever you need, alright? Just say the word.”

Carefully, you took a sip from the tea and then glanced at Sam. ”Is it weird if I ask you to stay?” you questioned weakly, and with an exhale, Sam wanted to promise you that he could have never said no to you. Instead, he gave you a shake of his head and offered a hand for you to take.

”I’ll be right here”, he swore. And true to his words, he stayed all night, making you a second cup of tea, helping you brush through the knots of your hair, sanitizing the scratches on your hands, messaging Maggie that you were home safe. He wiped your tears, hugged you tight, rubbed your back and kissed your forehead. And at the end of it all, he let you fall asleep on him on the couch, your head on his lap and his trembling fingers caressing your hair until you were soundly asleep.

And all he could think about was how he wouldn’t have minded watching over you every single day.

——————

The following day, Sam made sure to wake you up before leaving, breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen once he had apologized for slipping away so soon — however, you understood that he had a whole motel to run; not to mention, he had already done so much for you. As much was obvious when you sat in the kitchen by yourself, munching on the eggs and toast he had prepared, surprising yourself with the soft smile that crossed your lips at the thought of his kindness.

Sam, on the other hand, didn’t find himself smiling much at work. Mags was yet to clock in, and he was grateful — not wanting to reveal what had happened without your permission, but knowing that the girl would see right through his bullshit. The other personnel, however, had already asked if everything was okay.

And for the most part, it was. You seemed to be doing okay when he had left you, and he was glad to have been of any consolation. Nevertheless, he was so, so full of anger that it had even happened in the first place. And the fact that he had been right there, with the opportunity to stop you, not once but twice, yet he hadn’t. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but he needed to channel the fury in his chest somewhere — why not himself?

That was what he figured until a familiar, sleek car was cruising onto the lot, parked like an asshole yet again. At the sight of Benny’s presumptuous face, Sam dropped the pen in his hand and swallowed thickly, his feet moving on instinct to stop the man from entering his premises. Suddenly blessed with a new target for his anger, Sam strode straight towards, a twinge of delight poking at his heart when he saw the scratches matching your nails on his jaw.

”Hey, is she around—”, Benny started, but that was all he got to utter out when Sam was punching him across the face, the crack of his nose most pleasing to the man’s ears as he watched the other man go down from the weight of his fist. Blood went flying across the concrete and despite the throbbing through his knuckles, Sam didn’t stand down from staring at the man at his feet now.

”You ain’t welcome here, you hear me? I never wanna see your stupid fuckin’ face again. Neither does she. You go anywhere near her, you’ll regret it”, Sam gritted out, his rough voice heavy as he glared at Benny who, in a flurry of panic, scrambled up to his feet and towards his car.

”You’re a piece of shit”, Sam added with a stern finger pointed at him, ”and you don’t deserve her. Fuck you.”

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Although the initial idea of being around people seemed exhausting, you were happy to get a visit from Mags. She pulled you into a hug out of instinct, but you had longed for the comforting embrace all day, therefore forcing her to stay in it a little bit longer. You supposed, then, you shouldn’t have been surprised by the question she broke the silence with once you finally pulled away and welcomed her inside.

”How was your date?” she inquired carefully, not missing the scratches on you but choosing not to blatantly point them out. Nevertheless, she radiated sympathy and you knew you could trust her — that said, you didn’t quite like the idea of burdening her with what had happened. You weren’t best friends gossiping, you were the closest thing she had to a guardian, and while communication was key, there were some things you weren’t meant to unload onto her.

”I don’t think there will be another one”, you stated simply with a quiet smile, and nodding thoughtfully, Mags followed you into the kitchen where you had been stress-baking all day. She, at least, was happy to grab one of your tasty brownies, and you hoped that Sam would appreciate the pie you had made just for him as a thank you for everything.

As if on cue, Mags hummed from the table she sat herself at while you continued slicing the brownies. ”So, uh, wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact I saw Sam

with bruised knuckles, would it?” she asked innocently, the obvious tension in your shoulders encouraging her to add, ”looked like someone got a taste of them, actually.”

Putting down the knife, you blinked at the wall in front of you and then turned to Maggie. ”Really?” you whispered, full of disbelief and amazement that Sam would do such a thing. He wasn’t usually a man of violence, so you struggled to come up with another explanation than him confronting Benny. And against all odds, the thought almost put a smile to your face — your asshole date had certainly earned it, but Sam doing that for you…

Well, you definitely hadn’t expected your heart to flip so violently at that.

”Uh huh”, Mags drawled before eyeing you with a grin. ”You like him, don’t you?”

You immediately reacted with a bashful chuckle and turned back to the brownies. You had thought about it before. Many times, in fact. He was handsome and kind and naturally loving, and despite his brooding, tall appearance, he was shy and gentle. He was good with kids and animals alike, and he made sure to make everyone feel welcome. But he was also so, so very easy on the eyes. And after last night… you had a whole new appreciation for the man and his good heart.

So, yeah. Maybe you did. You had just never been bold enough to take the leap and ask him out — he was, indeed, quiet and a little bit reclusive, making it hard to tell if he liked you or was just being polite. And frankly, you didn’t want to set fire to the friendship you had built with him.

Going out with Benny had seemed like such a good idea to find some company that wasn’t Sam, but now, you couldn’t help but wonder if it only had been good for driving you right into his arms.

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Sam was surprised to see you arrive at the motel — but positively so. When Mags stepped out of your car though, he guessed it was simply to drop her off, but he was quickly proven otherwise when you followed her lead with a pie in your hands. You were dressed in a worn pair of overalls and Sam couldn’t stop the somersault in his chest as he limped from behind the front desk to the parking lot, giving Mags a brief squeeze on the arm as she passed him by.

”It’s good to see you”, Sam breathed out as he nodded and observed you from head to toe briefly, ”you look damn nice.”

With heat already crawling to your cheeks, you ducked your head down only to catch a glimpse of his red knuckles in the process. You licked your lips tentatively and gave him a shy look. ”Your, uh, hand… Was that…”, you began, not really sure how to finish that thought.

…You decking Benny in the face for my sake?

”Yeah”, Sam rasped with a clear of his throat, ”yeah, he, uh… came lookin’ for you. Told him you ain’t interested.” For a moment there, he seemed almost embarrassed, his other hand going over the scabbed one to rub it nervously, but as soon as you broke into a careful smile, the worries in his heart evaporated.

”I appreciate that. I appreciate you”, you emphasized before handing over the pie. ”Pretty sure I owe you a dozen of these, but… I thought I’d start with just one. I don’t know how to thank you enough, Sam. You’re my hero, I guess”, you explained with a chuckle, your gaze falling to your boots before you looked back up at him only to find him shaking his head in a way that left his unruly curls bouncing.

”Nah, you don’t… you don’t owe me nothin’, sweetheart. ’M just glad you’re alright”, he promised while clutching the pie and pursing his lips as if there was something else to say.

You had something else to say, too. And for a second, you wondered if it was wise to speak out loud, but then you saw Mags and her vigorously encouraging gestures from inside the office, and then you faced Sam again and he just looked so beautiful and soft and—

”Would you wanna go on a date?”

Much to your surprise, your own words echoed back to you in his deep voice, your eyes flying wide when you realized he had posed you the very same question. A mere second later, you broke into a genuine laugh, and Sam’s lips curved upwards into a giddy smile as he nodded at you.

”We could start with this pie”, he offered with a chuckle, and with an agreeing smile, you returned his nod. Shakily, he lifted his hand for you to take, and you did not hesitate to wrap your fingers around his trembling ones so he could lead you indoors where Mags was cheering by herself.

Needless to say, your poor date was soon forgotten by an absolutely delightful one — especially when they did not stop coming, and within the next month, you found yourself being called Sam’s girlfriend.

He, for one, couldn’t recall the last time he had been so happy. Getting to leave his shoes next to yours in the foyer, getting to bring you tea to bed in the morning, getting to finally kiss your pink lips with his beard scratching your soft skin… He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve it all, but he certainly felt lucky as hell.

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mamirhodessxox · 1 month

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Silly prompts I decided not to publish

Indications of smut

IHYM

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“So what do we do if we get caught by the fbi?” “We won’t.” 2 hours later “State your name & why your in here please” “god fucking damnit seth.”-Marianna & Seth

“Is sasha okay? She came out here limping.” “Don’t worry about it Barbra. You wouldn’t wanna know”-Barbra & Randy

“Be a good girl & sit here, don’t speak don’t think just look pretty f’me kay?” “Fine but I expect you to fuck me later.”-Cody & Sasha

“WHO THE FUCK RUINED MY DEVILED EGGS FOR EASTER!?” “Uh ohhh…”-Marianna & seth

*Cody & Randy seeing one of romans business buildings blow up during a heist & start running by sasha* “Sasha what did you do?!” “Oh my god stop! I made sure nobody was in there! I’m just a girl.” “It’s like 2001 all over again.” “What did she do in 2001?!” “Nothing you should worry about right now.”Cody, Sasha & Randy

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“Why is Sasha on the kitchen table singing 80’s music?” “She’s drunk.”-Cody & Marianna

*Barbra holding a 70’s house party & Sasha pushing a fake mustache on his face & seth walks in* “OHh shit! Freddie Mercury in the hizzhouse!” “Shut the fuck up Seth.” “C’mon sing! Sing me bohemian rhapsody.” “I’m going to kill you when your sisters not looking.”-Seth & Cody

“GUYS I THINK I BROKE MY RIB DOING THE FUCKING WORM?!” “I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THE WORM NOBODY DOES THAT IN THE 70S” “OKAY WELL I STILL DID IT!”-Cody & Sasha

“State your name & Age.” “I want to speak to my lawyer.” “You blew up an entire bus full of cocaine. We don’t think you should have a lawyer.”-FBI Agent & Seth

“I don’t think you should cuss around a baby.” “Really? I don’t think you should be around a fucking baby.”-Seth & Cody

“Cody & I have decided that we are just gonna be the cool rich Aunt & Uncle because I really don’t feel like tearing open my vagina for a child who’s got a large head like Cody.” “Okay my head was NOT that big as an infant relax” “whatever You say airhead”-Sasha & Cody

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“I like my women mentally unstable.” “Of course you do, that why you’re dating my sister.” “She does it so well.” “At being a psychopath? Yeah no fuck.”-Cody & Seth

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“Cody where are my panties?” “I ripped them..?” “Why would you do that?!” “Because i was about to rearrange your guts??”-Sasha & Cody

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“Where is Sasha?” *Random screaming in the kitchen & Seth yelling back* “It’s about to get VERY bloody soon somebody stop her.”-Barbra

“Thank you for taking me out to dinner! I really needed it” “I know you did sweetheart, you almost cut off Seth’s hand for breathing near you”-Marianna & Randy

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seungbinbin · 1 year

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me gustas means i like you <3

ch 03. tutoring in session

warnings: she/her pronouns, mediocre writing (soz), brief mention of food; lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: oh god i struggled to write this one so bad ‼️ i am not the best writer plz bare with me !! i hope u enjoy this one i think it’s cute :) and let me know what u think! i want to get better!

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ch 02 || ch 03 || ch 04

masterlist

[y/n]🫣: hey, i’m in the study room

[y/n]🫣: it’s C143 !!

changbin: be there in 5!

changbin stopped right at the door of the study room. he was nervous; he barely knew the words “si” and “por favor,” and now he was going to sit through an entire spanish lesson with the cutest tutor he had ever seen. he had only hung out with [y/n] twice. one time was enough to peak his interest; he wanted to get to know her better the second he heard her make fun of something seungmin said.

felix and seungmin brought [y/n] over again for movie night, and changbin knew he was a goner. somehow, she was able to fit into their little group perfectly. she felt comfortable around them like she had known them for years. they felt comfortable around her like she was the missing piece of their friendship puzzle.

he stood outside for a second, wiping his sweaty palms on his dark jeans and fixing his hair. he wore cologne for this and everything. if he was going to embarrass himself in front of [y/n], he was going to do it while looking and smelling good.

changbin opened the door as quietly as he could to not disturb her. he found her with a frown on her face, music blasting through her headphones as she tried to set up the table over and over again. there were tons of snacks, water, a brand new set of highlighters and pens laid out in front of her. he watched as she shifted them slightly to make them look perfectly symmetrical.

how cute.

the sound of the door startled her. “oh, hey!”

“hi, [y/n].” he smiled, sitting down in front of his pretty, new friend. “what’s all this?”

“oh, um,” she stammered and took of her headphones. it made him smile. “i thought i’d bring some snacks, you know…brain fuel! and water to keep us hydrated-“

“so nice of you, thank y-“

“also i got you some highlighters because everything is easier when you color code. and also a folder…is blue okay? i don’t know what color you like but i thought blue would be okay-“

changbin laughed as [y/n] rambled. she looked at him with a shy smile, and it made him want to pinch her cheeks. “blue is perfect, thank you.”

“okay, good.” she smiled.

“you really went all out, hm?”

“i wanted you to be motivated!”

“do you this for all your students or am i special?”

changbin bit back a smirk as her ears turned red. he decided flirting with [y/n] was fun.

“…why don’t we start?!” [y/n] laughed nervously. “i’m gonna give you a diagnostic test.”

“test?! this is the first session!”

she giggled, and changbin had never heard anything sweeter. “i know, but i have to have an idea of where you’re at! you said you knew some basics?”

“yeah…yeah, yeah. okay.” he looked over the first page and almost broke a sweat. “cool, cool, cool.”

“stop staring at me like that.” [y/n] muttered as she graded changbin’s test.

“why not?”

“makes me nervous.”

“do i make you nervous?”

she froze, blinking rapidly and willing her cheeks to stop heating up. the whole session had been spent like this: changbin making flirty little remarks, and her not knowing how to respond. it was ridiculous how giddy he made her, and she needed it to stop immediately.

[y/n] had made herself a promise when she got on the flight to korea: no dating during her semester abroad. she couldn’t afford to have serious feelings for someone if she was bound to leave. she couldn’t do that to herself. she couldn’t do that to anyone. so whatever was going through her mind about changbin, whatever was making her blush and stutter, needed to stop.

she rolled her eyes playfully. “whatever…back to spanish.”

“how did i do?”

“…real bad.”

“oh-“

“yah, seo changbin! you lied to me!”

“i just- look, i just wanted to impress you!”

the sight of changbin, her new friend who was just so big and buff, blushing in embarrassment made [y/n] giggle in amusement. he was so cute…in like, a friend way or whatever.

“ah, what am i gonna do with you.” she sighed, smile still on her face, his ears still reddened with slight embarrassment.

“i will work so hard, this is my oath to you.”

“shut up,” she smacked him in the arm with the test. “let’s start from the basics.”

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freckles-things · 1 year

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Losing the Shadows // Part 2

Pairing: eventual Aaron Hotchner x Reader; platonic Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: A nightly phone call does not bode well for Hotch. Neither does it for Y/N or her daughter. Hotch comes to the rescue and saves the day night. At least slightly.

Warnings: violence, domestic violence, hospitals

Part 1

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It had been a few days since the incident at the Bakery. Hotch and Y/N had made out a date for the kids to meet up again while saying their goodbyes outside. Due to contrasting schedules that day would only be a week later, to the huge disappointment of Cassedy and Jack. He had wanted to check in on her in the time since, he didn’t have her number though. In all the chaos he had given her one of his cards and she did have the intention to write her number onto another one of them. However, the sugar high kids had demanded attention and so both of them had forgotten about it. Now that he was back home from his team’s latest case however, he was looking forward to fall into bed and just go to sleep. He checked in on Jack, who was peacefully sleeping, and then went to bed.

Only a few hours after he fell asleep, the ringing of his phone woke him up. Instantly on alert, thanks to years of training, he grabbed for it and expected to see Strauss’ or Rossi’s name. What he did see though, was an unknown number. He frowned slightly but accepted the call anyways:

“Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner”, he stated, expecting it to be a call from the BAU. There was a moment of silence however before he heard stifled sobs on the other side of the line and the tear strained voice of a child was to be heard.

“Mr. Aaron, is that y-you?” She was whispering and sounded absolutely devastated. If Hotch hadn’t already been awake, he would be now. He recogniced that voice.

“Cassedy, Sweetheart, is that you?”, he asked gently. Whatever was going on, he didn’t want to scare her even more by his usual rather stern approach to those situations.

“Y-yes. C-can you h-help, please?” The plea broke his heart, but he couldn’t let the emotion show. It wouldn’t help anyone if he lost his cool right now and his number one priority was to find out what was happening right now.

“Of course, darling. Can you tell me what’s going on?” Her sobbing became even stronger at the question and her breathing was way too fast. She tripped over her words while trying to explain what was going on before giving up. He had understood though, the words “mommy” und “Stan” and didn’t need much more. What he did need however, was to make sure that the little girl on the phone was safe.

“Hey Cassedy, you need to calm down a little, alright? I’m on my way to help you and mommy, okay? Can you take a deep breath for me, Sweetheart? And another one. Very good. Now, can you do me a favor and count to fifty very slowly?” As she started counting, he muted himself and grabbed the landline, calling Jessica to ask her to come and keep an eye on Jack. Hearing the slight panic in his voice, she had known him for far too long for him to hide that, she agreed without asking any questions. After ringing off, he unmuted his mobile just in time for Cassedy to reach fifty.

“Very good, Sweetheart. Can you try and explain again what’s going on?”, he gently tried again.

“Stan is being mean to Mommy. She s-send me to my h-hinding place and gave me her phone. She s-said to call the police and to not c-come out, n-no matter what I hear. She’s been crying and s-screaming and now it’s all silent. But I’m scared to go out and I couldn’t remember the n-number of the p-police and your contact was the first. Can you please come and help?”

“You’re doing so very well, Sweetheart. Stay in your hiding spot, alright? I’m on my way to help, I promise. I’m going to be there in just a few minutes, okay? I’m going to call one of my colleagues, just in case, and we’re going to make sure that mommy’s alright.”

And that was exactly what he did. He called Rossi, who was the only one of the team, who knew what had happened at the bakery, Hotch had told him over coffee one afternoon. Rossi agreed without any further questions and immediately made his way to the address Hotch had given him while Hotch did the same. They arrived roughly at the same time, though Hotch was definitely more panicked. He had tried to keep Cassedy on the line to make sure she was safe but had lost the connection roughly in the middle of the way over. Which had prompted him to break even more traffic laws than before.

Rossi joined him as soon as he arrived, carefully analyzing the other man to make sure he was indeed fit to deal with the situation. He didn’t necessarily like the the look his friend was giving him, but the situation on had demanded his attention. Hotch instantly moves towards the door, noticing that it was already open.

“Seems like the door was broken open by force”, Rossi quietly observed, throwing another gaze at Hotch. He carefully pushes the door open, immediately stopping at the sight that greeted them. The hallway was an absolute wreckage. Things were thrown around; furniture was upturned, and shards of glass and ceramics littered the floor.

“Mio Dio, we should be careful”, Rossi whispered. Both drew their guns, slowly and carefully following the path of destruction through the kitchen into the living room. Taking a few steps into the room, Y/N’s unconscious body came into their view. They swiftly made sure that there was no one else in the room, before Hotch hurried over to her, making sure that she was not fatally hurt. Rossi stayed at the door and moved to check the rest of the house for unwanted intruders. As soon as Hotch realized he moved to follow, but Rossi just shook his head.

“Stay. Make sure she’s alright. I can handle the rest and look for the Bambino.” Hotch just noded and focused on Y/Ns still form. She was bleading from a head injury and bruises were already blooming all over her body. Thankfully though, her breathing and pulse were steady. He grabbed a towel from the kitchen and gently pressed it against the bleeding wound to stop the blood flow. His sighed sadly at how small she looked, lying on the floor like this. His other hand came up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb lighly rubbing over a smear of blood. He hadn’t expected something like this to happen. Stan had seemed slightly aggressive, but he had made the impression that he was just glad to be gone. So why would he come back to hurt Y/N? He heared footsteps coming back down the stairs and looked over his shoulder to see Rossi coming back towards him.

“He’s not here anymore. I couldn’t find the Dolcezza, though. Maybe you should have another look? I don’t think he would take her with him after everything you told me. It sounded like he wanted to get rid of the responsibility to be taking care of a child after all.”

Worry instantly took over Hotch’s thoughts, but he had to admit that Rossi’s explanation did make sense. The destruction also did seem to be contained to the lower level of the house and the three rooms. I didn’t look like someone had afterwards gone in search of a child. He gazed at Y/N again and sighed, gently brushing some stray hair from her face. This was turning out to be quiet a mess. He was glad to have met Y/n and Cassedy though.

“I’ll take care of her, Aaron. See if you can find the kid, I’ll call for an ambulance, alright?”

Hotch nodded and got up, accepting the comforting pat of his shoulder Rossi bestowed upon him and started to search the house for Cassedy as well. He checked the upstairs romms without any success and then, just to make sure, checked the downstairs rooms again, which also turned out to be unsuccessful. Calling her name hadn’t helped either as there had been no response from the little girl.

“No success either?”, Rossi asked him, a worried frown appearing on his face. Shaking his head no, Hotch scanned Y/Ns body for any change in health. He thankfully could see none. Where could Cassedy be hiding? Maybe there was a secret room or hideaway, a quick mental calculation of the house’s layout made this option seem very unlikely though.

“The ambulance is on its way”, Dave motioned to the phone still placed on the ground and something clicked within Hotch’s brain. How could he have been so stupid and forgotten all about the phone.

“That’s it, Rossi! Cassedy called me via mobile phone. I’ll try to call her back, see if she picks up.” He grabbed his mobile while his friend chuckled slightly and hit the redial button. It didn’t take long for someone to pick up.

“Cassedy?”, he asked immediately. The small voice of the child, still terrified and hidden away answered him yes.

“Can you come out of your hiding place, Sweetheart?”

“I’m scared Mr. Aaron, I don’t want to come out. It’s not safe.” If Hotch had thought his heart couldn’t break any further, he was sorely mistaken. No child should ever feel scared like this.

“That’s quite understandable, Cassedy. Me and my colleague are here now, and we are helping you mommy. We want to make sure that you’re alright, too. Won’t you tell me where you’re hiding?”

“How do I know it’s you?”, came the slightly petulant voice over the phone and despite the situation he couldn’t help but chuckle. It was a warranted question, though. And he was glad that she was being cautious, even though, in all honesty, the need for it was quite sad.

“We can agree on a codeword. Once you tell me where you’re hiding, I’ll come to you and say the codeword, then you know it’s me. Is that okay?” They agreed on a codeword, and Cassedy told him that she was hiding in a secret compartment of her wadrobe. He quickly made his way back upstairs and into her room. Kneeling down before the wadrobe he loudly said the codeword and waited for a reaction. Almost immediately the door opened, and a small body threw itself into his arms. He wrapped her into a secure hug and picked her up. Tears were running down her face and she was sobbing again. He gently swayed her from side to side and rubbed her back comfortingly, muttering soothing word into her hair. He heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance but didn’t want to go downstairs. He didn’t want the little girl in his arms to see her mother unconscious and bleeding on the floor and he knew that Rossi would handle everything. Cassedy however started to squirm in his arms once the sound registered and pleaded to see her mommy

“Your mommy is going to be alright, Cassedy. I promise that you can see her soon. The doctors are going to help her a little and she’s going to be up and about in no time.” At least that’s what he hoped.

“Mommy’s hurt?” Her big hazle eyes stared at his, still reddened and glazed over with tears. And as much as he wanted to protect her, he had enough experience by now to know that lying to her would have even worse consequences than telling her the truth.

“Yes, Sweetheart. Mommy is a little hurt right now. My colleague, Mr. Rossi, is with her right now. He’ll make sure that the doctors take care of her until we can follow them.” She just nodded and laid her head against his shoulder. Hotch pressed a kiss to her temple and looked around the room.

“Shall we pick out some clothes and toys for you? I can’t leave you here all alone after all and you might spend the night somewhere else.” Letting herself be distracted Cassedy nodded and helped him to pick out some clothes, a stuffed toy and two books to take with them. She brought him her dinosaur backpack, that Jack would absolutely love were he to see it, and watched him as he put everything inside. Meanwhile Hotch listened to the paramedics leave and picked the little girl back up again as well as the backpack. He heard Rossi come upstairs and felt Cassedy tense in his arms.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart. That’s just my colleague I told you about, remember?” She nodded slightly and looked shyly at Rossi.

“Hello Mr. Rossi”, she whispered at him. Dave gifted her with a blinding smile and a warm greeting, complimenting the dinosaur backpack and conspirationally telling her his favourite dinosaur. That seemed to make her relax a little as he followed Rossi down the stairs, Cassedy still in his arms. Once they reached the downstairs, he gently hugged her face against his chest, so she wouldn’t see the destruction, and followed his colleague back outside to the cars. Staring confusedly at his outstretched had, Hotch cocked an eyebrow in question.

“Your car keys, Aaron. Taking two cars doesn’t really make sense and you might need your car more than I do later on. Also, you’ve got the booster seat.” Smiling slightly, he handed over the keys and strapped Cassedy into Jacks booster seat, which was still in the car from this afternoon when Jessica had used his car to go and get Jack. He chose the seat besides her, to make sure she was alright. It was Rossi however who roped her into a conversation about dinosaurs and an adventurouse story of how he’d once seen a real dinosaur skeleton while driving the three of them to the hospital. Hotch was thankful for the few minutes he could use to take several deep breathes and calm down, properly taking in everything that had happened in the last hour.

Another hour later found the three of them in the waiting room of the hospital while Y/N was being checked by several doctors. Hotch had spent about half an hour going through the first book that he and Cassedy had packed, a story about a young wizard destined to protect the once and future king from harm without revealing his magical abilities. After that Rossi had asked the little girl if she wanted to accompany him into the cafeteria and promised her hot chocolate. Hotch used the time to message a short update to Jessica, letting her know that he would be here a little while longer. Sighing, he leaned his head back against the chair. It felt like their meeting at the bakery was an eternity ago, even though it had just been four days.

“Agent Hotchner?”, a female voice sounded through the waiting room. He immediately stood up and moved towards her.

“Yes? How is Miss L/N doing? Is she going to be alright?” The nurse smiled at him and nodded slightly.

“Yes, Miss L/N was very lucky. She does have a rather strong concussion but compared to how severe the head injury looked at first, that’s a huge relief. We first thought there might be swelling of the brain, but the test all came back negative. Other than that, she has a broken arm that was easily set and two broken ribs as well as a few heavily bruised ones. I’m happy to say that those are all set and will easily heal as well. Miss L/N is expected to make a full recovery in due time. However, we will keep her for the night to monitore the head injury just in case. She should be fine to be released tomorrow if there’s someone who can take care of her.” Hotch took a relieved breath, a hand raking through his hair.

“That’s good to hear. Will her daughter be able to see her for a moment before we come back tomorrow?”

“Well, she is asleep. As long as you don’t disturbe her, you can have a short moment with her. Afterwards you should leave and get a bit of sleep. Come back at around 10 am tomorrow, the doctors visit should be over by then and she might be able to leave.”

“Thank you”, Hotch muttered gratefully. The woman nodded at him and gifted him with another smile before disappearing again. Hotch settled back on his chair to wait for Dave and Cassedy. They reappeared a few minutes later, holding steaming cups of baverages in their hand. Carefully balancing two cups Cassedy moved towards him and handed him one of them. Hotch smiled at her and thanked her quietly. He gratefully took a gulp of coffee and waited until all of them had emptied their drinks, before sitting down next to the little girl.

“I spoke with one of the doctors, Cassedy. You mommy’s going to be alright. She’s asleep right now and she has to stay the night to make sure that everything heals nicely. We can go and see her for a moment, but we have to be really quiet, so she doesn’t wake up, alright?” She nodded along enthusiastically, her little curls bouncing around her head.

“We can’t spend the night here, Sweetheart. Would you be alright spending the night with me and Jack? You’ll have your own room, and we can watch the newest dinosaur documentary Jake picked out last week for breakfast before coming back here.”

He knew that the situation wasn’t ideal, that she barely knew him and Jack and might be uncomfortable spending the night. He disregarded the fact that regulations would usually force him to give the child into custody for the night. He didn’t see the need to, and he knew that Rossi wouldn’t tell on him. She surprised him however when her tiny hand grabbed his and she nodded.

“Please. You’re safe Mr. Aaron.” Well, there went his crumpeling heart. It was uncanny how protective he already felt over her after meeting her two times. He gently ruffled her hair and slowly got up, keeping her hand in his.

“Do you want to go and see mommy now?” She nodded and followed him. Dave followed a few steps behind, wanting to see that she would be alright, too. They spent about 15 minutes in the small hospital room. Y/N looking a little better already now that she wasn’t covered in blood. The dark bruises however were still a startling contrast to her pale skin. He and Rossi had a short conversation about what had happened and her injuries.

“If her daughter is anything to go bye, Y/N must be absolutely lovely. I hope to see her again, once she’s back on her feet. You take the car to get the bambino home, I’ll take a cab. I’ll let Strauss know that you won’t be coming in tomorrow, the days after the team is off the rota anyways. Let me know how it goes, will you!” Before Hotch could thank him, the man had disappeared out of the room. Sitting down in the chair besides the bed, he gently grabbed Y/Ns hand, careful not to wake her. Studying her for a few minutes, he felt relived to know that she would be alright. He leaned foreward, resting his elbows against the bed and gently pressed a kiss against the back of her hand.

“I promise it’s going to be alright. I’m going to keep you safe from now on, Cassedy as well of course”, he quietly murmured against her skin before letting go of her hand and softly placing it back on the bed.

He gently extracted a sleeping Cassedy from where she had curled up on the bed besides her mother, slowly carrying her back to the car and carefully strapping her in. The drive back home was uneventful and so he carried the little girl back into his home only 20 minutes later. He was greeted by Jessica in the hallway, who looked at the two of them with obvious surprise. He quietly motioned for her to wait a moment while he put Cassedy to bed in the guestroom, leaving a nighlight on so she wouldn’t wake up in the dark, before placing her stuffed toy besides her.

Then he made his way back downstairs where Jessica was waiting in the livingroom, having poured two glasses of water for them. He smiled at her and exhaustedly sank back onto the couch.

“I didn’t expect you to come home with a kid.” She stated mildly.

“Neither did I”, a small smile tugged at his lips. “Do you remember when I told you about what happened at the bakery a few days ago?” Jessica nodded, realisation on her face.

“Cassedy called from her mother’s phone earlier, asking me for help. Said that her mother’s partner was back, and she’d told her to hide and call the police. When Rossi and I got there he was already gone. He’d done a lot of damage… We had to call an ambulance and made sure that Y/N was well taken care off. And well, Cassedy needed somewhere to stay for the night. I didn’t want to send her to a place full of strangers after the scary night she just had.” He sighed and sipped on his water. They talked for a few more minutes, agreeing on what needed to be done the next day, before the exhaustion became too much. He insisted that Jessica take his bed while he slept on the couch, since it was far too late for her to drive back home. Giving in, she gave him a reassuring hug and vanished upstairs. Despite his racing thoughts he fell asleep soon after, not even changing his clothed to something more comfortable.

The next morning passed surprisingly uneventful. Aaron had woken up first and prepared everythingfor his and Jack's weekend ritual of pancakes for breakfast. Doing double the amount so both their guests would get some pancakes as well. He went to change into jeans and a sweatshirt, brushing his teeth and showering while the coffee was brewing. He then went to wake Jack, explaining the situation to him, not wanting Cassedy to get overwhelmed by unsuspecting questions. While he helped Jack to get dressed and brush his teeth, learning all about last weeks classes, he heard Jessica getting up as well. Sending Jack downstairs to help his aunt, he went to check in on Cassedy. He knocked gently on the door and to his surprise, he expected her to still be asleep, was answered rather timidly. He gently opened the door, mindfully only taking a couple of steps into the room to not make her uncomfortable.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well? I hope you haven’t been awake for too long, being bored to death?” She giggled quietly and shook her head.

“Good morning, Mr. Aaron” He smiled as well, slowly taking a few more steps to open the window blinds and let some light in.

“You can just say Aaron, Darling. Shall we get you dressed? Jack and his Aunt Jessica are already downstairs preparing breakfast. You picked the right day for a sleepover, it’s Pancake Saturday.” With pancakes as motivation, she got up, brushed her teeth and with Hotch’s help got dressed in the clothes they’d packed the night before. After a ginormous amount of pancakes and a promised dinosaur documentary later, Jessica stayed to watch over Jack while Hotch and Cassedy made their way back to the hospital.

Hotch found the nurse from last night, who informed him that they were free to visit since the doctor’s check up was already finished. As soon as they had reached the room, Cassedy ran to the bed and threw herself in her mother’s arms. Y/N winced slightly in pain but hugged her daughter firmly to her chest anyways.

“I’m so glad to see that you’re alright, Darling!”, she whispered into her hair. Hotch understood the double meaning of the words that not only meant that she’d been well cared for for the night, but that Stan had not found and hurt her either.

“Aaron made us pancakes for breakfast, Mommy. They are even better than yours.” Y/N laughed slightly and looked up towards Hotch.

“Well, maybe I should ask Aaron to teach me how to make them then. I’m sure he has a special ingredient to make them even better than my pancakes.” Aaron smiled back at her and shrugged guiltily, but she just smiled at him.

“Thank you, Aaron. I understand that you were our knight in shining armour last night and I can’t thank you enough for that!” Aaron understood that she kept her words purposefully light for Cassedy’s sake and nodded in understanding.

“Don’t worry about it”, he gently answered. “So, when are you allowed to leave? The nurse last night said you might be allowed to leave today.”

Y/N ruefully shook her head, looking a bit sad.

“I don’t know. They said I might leave today if someone takes me in or moves in with me. My remaining family doesn’t live close enough for that though, so I guess I’ll stay here until I’m well enough for them to let me leave on my own.”

Hotch felt a twinge of sadness at her words, realizing that she had no support nearby and must feel like she had to deal with the situation all on her own. He’d spoken with Jessica this morning and told her what the nurse had said to him. She’d immediately encouraged him to take Y/N in for the time being, insiting that it was bound to be good for both of them. That Y/N and Cassedy might not feel safe at their home right now anyways and that both kids would profit from having someone their age nearby. She’d jokingly told him that she’d appreciate another babysitter and that Y/N would still be perfectly capable to look after the children even with a broken arm and ribs. On a more serious note, she’d told him that Hotch himself might benefit from the situation as well, letting someone in and learning to trust again.

“Well, I have an empty guest room that is bound to be way more comfortable than this hospital room. You’re very welcome to stay with us until then”, he offered instantly.

Y/N looked up in utter surprise at the offer, staring at him for a moment before shaking her head.

“Oh no, we couldn’t possibly take up any more of your time. You’ve already done so much for us!”

“You truly wouldn’t be a bother. The room is unused anyways most of the time and Jessica, my sister-in-law, would be grateful to not have to be on babysitter duty all the time when I leave for work. And I could teach you my super secret pancake receipt.”

“Please Mommy?”, Cassedy chimed in, and Hotch could see that her daughter’s plea was the thing to tip her over.

“Alright, if you’re really sure that we’re not going to be a bother?”

“Absolutely. I’ll let the nurse know so they can prepare the release papers for you.”

And this was the start of Y/Ns six week stay at the Hotchner household, which indeed visibly benefited all of them and did include loads of pancakes.

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Soooo, who caught the BBC Merlin reference?

Thanks for all the nice comments and feedback to part 1. I have no idea what I’m doing, I haven’t written a single thing in years (This writer ist rusty, lol). Also please take note that English isn’t my first language - feel free to point out any major mistakes.

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sebastianstangirl01 · 2 years

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Lesson Learned

Title: Lesson Learned

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Teen Daughter

Warning’s: Fighting, unwanted touching, allusions to sexual assault (but no actual rape), hitting, language, fluffy ending

Summary: The reader gets herself into a bad situation with a boy and wishes that she would have listened to her dad.

Authors Note: This could be potentially triggering for people, though no actual rape happens I don’t want anyone being hurt by this fic so if you think you could be triggered please don’t read!!

“He’s a good guy dad! Why can’t you see that?!” You exclaimed walking into the house with your dad Maverick hot on your tail.

“He is 27 years old Y/N, your only 17 that is completely unacceptable!” Maverick said trying to keep his cool as he watched his pissed off teenage daughter stomp into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a Gatorade.

You had been dating this guy Skyler for about a month and yes he was 10 years older than you, but he was nice and seemed to really care about you. Obviously your dad wasn’t happy about you dating at all, much less someone 10 years older who he doesn’t get a good feel from.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’m almost 18 anyway. I’m basically an adult.” You said crossing your arms and leaning against the kitchen counter

“But your not 18 yet and until you are it is my job as your father to keep you from making stupid choices! I don’t want you seeing Skyler anymore.” Maverick said sternly making Y/N roll her eyes. “Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me! I’m trying to keep you safe!”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe dad! I can take care of myself!” You exclaimed slamming your hand against the island ignoring the sting from the contact and stomping up the stairs ignoring your dads shouts after you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Mitchell! Get your ass back down here right now!” Maverick exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs

“No! Leave me alone!” You yelled slamming your door before leaning up against it with a sigh

Tears clouded your vision you hated fighting with your dad he was your best friend, but these past few months with him being called back to Top Gun, Iceman your godfather dying, and your dad and Bradley finally making up after 10 years it’s been hard. Life has been very chaotic meaning that you and Maverick have been drifting a little bit, he was gone a lot meaning you would either stay with Penny and Amelia or Rooster when he was home.

With your life being so back and forth right now Skyler was really the only constant you had, he said all the right things to make you feel wanted. When your dad threatened to take that all alway you felt awful, you didn’t want to loose Skyler.

You sighed and wiped your eyes before moving to sit down on your bed, your eyes catching a picture that sat on your nightstand. It was you, Maverick, and Bradley on your 5th birthday you were sitting on Bradley’s lap with a huge toothless grin on your face while Maverick stood behind you two and bent over to kiss your cheek and Bradley had a big smile on his face it was obvious he was in the middle of laughing.

That picture was one of the last times you three had all been together as your weird little family, Carole had died about a year earlier and Bradley was staying with you guys most of the time. It felt like you were one small family, it was almost normal.

A chime from your phone broke you out of your thoughts, you sat the picture you picked up back down on the nightstand before opening your phone to see a message from Skyler.

Want to go for a walk on the beach?

You nervously bit your lip, of course you wanted to go but your dad was already so mad about the way you acted earlier you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

I wish. Dad’s pissed and won’t let me go anywhere

It only took a few seconds for another message to come through your phone.

Just sneak out, he won’t know. I really want to see you, please for me?

You chuckled and shook your head, almost able to picture the puppy dog eyes Skyler would be giving you to get what he wanted. You’ve snuck out before but not when your dad was this mad at you, if you got caught you’d be screwed. But honestly in that moment you didn’t really give a fuck.

Give me 10 minutes. I’ll meet you down at the end of my road.

You immediately got out of bed and fixed your pillows to make it look like a body, then you turned on your fan so it would seem like you were really asleep since your dad knew you can’t sleep without it. After making sure it looked believable you changed into a pair of running shorts and a tank top not forgetting to grab a thin jacket since the breeze down on the beach can be cool then slid on a pair of flip flops. You turned the lights off and quietly snuck out your bedroom window.

Meanwhile, Maverick was sitting downstairs in the living room on the couch with a beer in his hand and his head leaning back against the back of the couch. He didn’t mean to loose his temper with you but he couldn’t understand why you would want to be with someone so much older than you, that wasn’t like you at all normally you would go for guys your own age or not at all. You have always been a homebody, stuck to his hip but just these past few months you’ve been starting to pull away from him and it drives him crazy.

He decided he would give you a few more minutes to calm down before trying to have a civil conversation again, but he underestimated his tiredness and after only 5 minutes fell asleep.

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You and Skyler were walking hand in hand on the beach the wet sand was sticking to your feet but you didn’t care. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the tree frogs chirping was so soothing you almost didn’t realize when Skyler pulled you guys to a stop.

“What’s up?” You asked giving him a confused smile

“I want to talk to you about something.” Skyler said and you nodded not having any idea what he could be talking about. “I think we should have sex.”

You felt like you had been slapped in the face as you stared confused at your boyfriend, you had literally been together for a month why would he be talking about sex already?

“What? We’ve only been dating for a month. Why would we have sex?” You asked dropping his hand, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as you hugged your jacket tighter to your body

“Because that’s what adults do when your in a relationship. You have sex, that’s how it’s suppose to go.” Skyler said rolling his eyes

“I don’t want to have sex with you Skyler. At least not now or anytime soon, we’re still getting to know each other.” You said taking a small step back when you noticed a frustrated look coming across his face

“Y/N when you are in a relationship it’s your job to do what I tell you to do. If I want to have sex then we’re going to have sex whether you want to or not. That’s just the way it is.” Skyler said grabbing your arm harshly

“Let go of me! Skyler let go!” You said trying to rip your arm out of his tight grip

“You owe this to me Y/N. Now be a good girl and do as I say and this will be good for you. Keep struggling and this won’t be so pleasant.” Skyler said ripping your jacket off of your body as you flailed in his arms trying to get away

“Let go! Leave me alone!” You exclaimed wiggling in his grip, his hand reached up and grabbed your throat before slamming you onto the sand knocking the wind out of you. You felt dizzy from the impact before feeling Skylers hands making their way up your tank top. “Get off me! Skyler get off!”

“Shut up!” Skyler yelled slapping your face hard making you scream as you struggled harder, Skyler had you pinned down as his hands ripped the bottom of your tank top before moving to pry your legs open with such a tight grip that you were sure there was going to be some bruises.

It was like someone gave you the strength to fight back, you felt this calming presence come over you making you feel like everything would be ok. That snapped you out of your panic and you immediately brought your hand up and jammed your finger into his eye making him yell and fall off of you. You immediately rushed to get to your feet before taking off in a sprint in the opposite direction. You didn’t know where you were but knew that you had to keep running.

“You little bitch!” You heard Skyler yell, but didn’t dare turn back

Your chest ached and your legs burned but you didn’t stop, not until you saw the familiar bar the Hard Deck. You could have cried in relief as you ran in that direction.

You burst through the doors of the bar, there we’re still plenty of people roaming around but you were looking for any familiar face you could find. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt wetness on your cheeks.

“Y/N?” A voice asked from behind you, you turned around and saw that it belonged to Penny. “Honey what happened?”

You just shook your head and rushed into her open arms with a sob feeling her gently wrap her arms around you and rub up and down your back soothingly.

“Your ok. What happened?” Penny asked

“I want my dad.” Is all you said shaking with sobs

“Ok, I’ll call him. Come on let’s go somewhere quiet.” Penny said leading you towards one of the back rooms of the bar spotting the freshly formed bruises on your neck, arms, and thighs making her shake her head. “Stay right here I’ll be right back.”

Penny sat you down on a chair and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders before walking out into the bar and spotting Rooster.

“Rooster.” Penny said walking up to where he was standing at the bar about to order

“Hey Pen.” Rooster smiled politely

“Something happened to Y/N.” Penny said cutting to the chase making Bradley’s eyes widen

“What? What do you mean something happened to Y/N?” Bradley asked confused

“She ran in her a few minutes ago in nothing but a ripped tank top and shorts. She has bruises and was crying. She kept on asking for Mav.” Penny said making Rooster clench his jaw

“Where is she?” Rooster asked

“In the back room, here take her this water and sit with her until I can get Mav on the phone.” Penny said and Rooster immediately nodded making his way into the back room spotting you sitting curled up in the chair

“Hey you.” Rooster said gently trying not to scare you making your head pop up before relaxing when you saw it was just Bradley

“Brad.” You said with a tremble in your voice making him frown before quickly making his way over to you

“Can I hug you?” Bradley asked and you immediately nodded relaxing into Bradley’s warm hold. “What happened?”

“It was Skyler.” You said leaning against his chest making Bradley clench his jaw. He felt the same as Maverick did about Skyler they thought it was fishing that a 27 year old man chose to be with a 17 year old girl.

“What did he do?” Bradley asked, already assuming what happened but before he hunted Skyler down and killed him he needed confirmation

“He wanted me to do stuff and I said I didn’t want to then he got mad and hurt me. But I got away, I remembered what you and dad taught me about those self defense classes. How you go for the eyes.” You said and Bradley nodded proud that you remembered what they taught you during that moment

“I’m so sorry that happened baby. Buy you did so good, you got away and your safe now. Me or Mav would never let anyone hurt you, they’d have to go through the whole Navy to lay a finger on you.” And Penny of course.” Bradley said with a chuckle knowing how scary Penny Benjamin can be when you get on her bad side

“I know.” You nodded feeling your adrenaline start to slow down wincing as your injuries became more prominent

“You ok?” Rooster asked concerned

“Yeah, my head and back just hurt. He slammed me onto the ground.” You said moving in your seat to try to get comfortable

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen. You ok if I walk outside for a second?” Rooster asked and you nodded giving your ‘big brother’ a small smile. “Be right back.”

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About five minutes later your dad came busting into the room where you were sitting out of breath with a worried look across his face.

“Oh sweetheart. Are you ok?” Maverick asked immediately rushing over to you and pulling you into his arms making the tears come rushing back

“I’m sorry dad! I should have listened to you, you were right about Skyler he was a jerk and he hurt me. I should have listened I’m sorry.” You said shaking in your fathers arms making him frown and lift you into his arms letting you hug him like a koala bear.

“I don’t care about any of that right now. All that matters is that you are safe and your ok. When Penny called me I thought the worst and ran all the way here. The thought of something happening to you scared the hell out of me. I love you so much.” Maverick told you kissing your hairline

“I love you too dad.” You sighed in content, knowing that no matter what or how angry you made him your dad would always have your back.

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ggsyoons · 10 months

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In This Fucked Up World

| c.seungchol ♡ y.jh ♡ x.mh |

Chapter 3 - Long, Long Day

・❥・word count: 2.4k

“In this fucked up world, I’m the only one who became a fool.” ♡ or: Seungcheol and Jeonghan slowly fall in love with you, but you still battle with past feelings. It doesn’t help that Minghao is in your life again.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48645199/chapters/123241633

- ☆ wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/1366578414-in-this-fucked-up-world-long-long-day

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You and Seungcheol went out for dinner after work, just like he said. You took him in your car as he lived close enough to bus everyday.

He gave you the address to the place, a traditional Korean restaurant to “fill the void that a hard day’s work left” in his words.

“Nothing’s better than some fresh pajeon after work,” Seungcheol sighed, sinking down in his seat. “This place has the best.”

”The best, huh?” You lifted your brow. “That’s a hefty promise.”

”Nah, trust me, it’s life changing.”

”We’ll see about that… though, I much prefer takkalbi as my go-to comfort food.”

”They’ve got that, too, this place is the best.”

”I’ll take your word for it.”

The place was quite close, only an eleven minute drive - you supposed Seungcheol lived for convenience.

Inside, the decor was as classic as it could possibly get.

Elevated wooden platforms with sleek oak tables so shiny it looked like plastic, cushions in place of chairs of maroon color and a slightly dim light above. Most of the customers were older folks or businessmen, you just hoped they wouldn’t get drunk and act out.

One of the restaurant owners, an older lady with a perm and deep red lipstick greeted the two of you at the door.

”Is that you, Seungcheol? Here again?” She sighed, hands on her hips.

Damn, how often does he come here? It’s only been a little bit since he moved to this area.

Seungcheol chuckled, “Hey, but this time, I’ve brought a friend.” He pulled you into her view.

The lady didn’t seem impressed, “Another girl? That’s the third one.”

You looked at him with wide eyes as Seungcheol immediately went to panic.

”No,” He said, stern. “She’s not like that. She’s actually a friend.”

Seungcheol looked at you with pleading eyes, conveying a message of “please don’t judge me”.

You didn’t judge people, which is why you kept a cool face and just smiled.

Though, you did think two girls in the span of a month moving to a new area was a little crazy - it was probably much more.

Still, I do wish I could also go on that many dates or even have that many friends.

The lady just pointed to an empty spot, far in the corner for privacy’s sake, which you appreciated.

You both already knew what you wanted as you had hungrily discussed in the car.

”Can I just ask how you get so many dates?” You asked once the food was ordered.

Seungcheol looked a little ashamed, “They aren’t really ‘dates’.”

”Then what are they?”

”You know a sleep around a lot, right?” He said, leaning in to whisper as he eyed the restaurant.

“Yeah…”

”Well, I feel bad for just sleeping with them, so I tried to take them out to eat or something first most of the time, especially if she’s sweet. Sometimes I’m too broke or don’t have the time, though,” Seungcheol just shrugged. “Most of them just want to have sex, quick and easy, which I don’t mind.”

You nodded along, you couldn’t help but find this incredibly interesting.

“How about you? Do you go on dates often?”

Well, for two years I was wallowing in misery over Minghao… You thought with an awkward expression, a little shameful. “A few in the past year, they were mostly short-lived, none became my boyfriend.”

”Did you sleep with any of them?”

”A few, I had to be careful, so I kept it minimal.”

”Smart,” Seungcheol praised as he nodded. “Now I’m the one who feels like a whore.”

You laughed, “Don’t say that about yourself, I don’t think that word should be used on anyone, really. I mean, it’s just sex.” You merely shrugged.

“You’re very open-minded.” Seungcheol smiled, giving you a slow clap.

”It’s really about minding my own business.”

“A lot of people can’t seem to do that, though.”

”True.”

There was a pause. There always was a pause.

The pause upon hanging out with someone new, where you would talk about a specific so passionately until it was milked for all it was and nothing about it was left to talk about.

Now you were back to awkward silence as you both searched for something new, taking short sips of water and checking your phones to look like you were doing something.

I really want to ask him about that guy at the store. I might just be overthinking it, but I am curious. I don’t want to cross a boundary, though.

”Hey, Y/N, look.” Seungcheol pointed behind you.

It was a small TV at the corner of the restaurant, playing whatever was most prominent on the news and sometimes sports.

To your surprise, it was Minghao, he was doing an interview.

”It’s that Xu Minghao guy, right? The one you like.”

”It is…” You said, staring at the screen.

He was at some TV station, he certainly looked a whole lot different on screen compared to when you had seen him just a couple of hours earlier.

The thought was crazy.

A celebrity, one who had hoards of fans come to the airport for his arrival and was now being interviewed on national TV had just casually visited your house earlier that day.

It was unfathomable, the Minghao on TV was like a whole other person to the Minghao you know.

”Damn, I guess you must really like him.”

You flinched, turning red, much to Seungcheol’s amusement.

”I really like his music, but I guess it does help that he’s handsome.”

”I don’t really know much about the guy, it is crazy how he’s younger than me, though. Isn’t he the same age as you?”

”Yeah, he is…”

Seungcheol chuckled, “Maybe you do have a chance with him, then.”

It was a joke, a ridiculous one that would normally be utterly impossible, so you laughed it off with him, saying “yeah, sure”.

But little does he know…

You didn’t like to think about your short-lives romance with Minghao often, mostly because of the shame and despair that was brought whenever the thoughts popped into your head.

I spent two years rotting away thinking about this, I won’t waste another second on something that should be left deep in the past.

The food came out as you thought these things, it looked as delicious as Seungcheol had hyped it up to be.

“Wow, this does look really good.” You said, looking down at the steaming plate.

God. Your heart began to tighten.

You felt so stupid, getting emotional over some food. Takkalbi was Minghao’s favourite, especially when it was extra spicy.

Normally you wouldn’t even think about these things, but seeing the interview, and seeing him again.

Oh, God… You felt sad. Plain and simple.

Seungcheol called your name, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You had almost forgotten he was there, “Yeah, sorry.”

He didn’t seem to believe it. How could he? You were sure you had some sort of miserable expression on your tired face.

“Y’know what this calls for? Soju.”

”Seungcheol, I have to drive.”

”Don’t worry, I’ll take you there,” Seungcheol said. “Unless, you don’t want to, not trying to force you.”

You thought about it. It was risky, really, but you could handle alcohol pretty well, it had only been nine months since you turned of legal drinking age, but you had enough to know your limits.

Plus, if Seungcheol decided to do anything stupid, the walls were thin.

I don’t think he would, though… You thought absentmindedly. “But how will you get home after dropping me off?”

”Eh, I can bus or even walk, I’m pretty athletic.”

”Well, if you’re fine with it…”

You had a little more than expected.

Not enough to be full on drunk, where you were red in the face and blabbering nonsense then wake up to a day of vomitting.

No, you were just kind of out of it, wobbly, but still relatively conscious. Just not enough to drive or walk straight at times.

Seungcheol helped you along, though you tried not to lean on him too much.

”Where to?” He asked when you were both in the car, you in the passenger seat, of course.

”Here, lemme…” You hiccupped as you leaned over and typed in your address.

”You okay? I can get you some water.”

”No, no, I’ve been drunker,” You blinked. “This is actually really help-helpful.”

That wasn’t a lie, either. Your emotions were being washed away by how overwhelmed you were by everything else from the heightened emotions right now.

Seungcheol just began driving, and though you did trust him, he was still someone new, so you had your phone ready and waiting by your side in case things were to go South.

You purposefully regulated your drinks to not be too drunk, to be aware of the surroundings.

”Hey, Y/N?”

”Mhm?”

”Can I ask you something?”

”Go ahead.”

”Why did you seem so down?”

You thought about his words, let them marinate for a bit.

”If I answer that, can I ask you something as well?”

”Yeah, sure. What is it?”

”Why’d you seem so hostile to that guy at the store?”

That made Seungcheol go silent for a bit as well, he came to a red light and looked at you.

”Can I give you the condensed version?”

”Sure, but I will as well.”

”Fair enough,” Seungcheol said. “I asked first so you go.”

”Well…” You sat up. I can’t tell him the full truth, but it won’t be a problem as long as I don’t say it’s Minghao.

You thought for a bit on how to formulate this, tweak things a little and think of a fake name.

”Y’know how I said I lost my virginity to my boyfriend at sixteen?”

”Yeah.”

”Well, I started thinking about him again ‘cause he contacted me for the first time in three years and I got pretty emotional over that, I guess. It doesn’t help that he loves takkalbi.”

Seungcheol nodded, “I see… why’d he go no contact for so long?”

”Uh… he had to go back home, and long distance isn’t either of our things.”

”Why’d he contact you again?”

”We said condensed versions, right?”

Seungcheol clicked his tongue, “Okay, okay, my turn now.”

He stretched, you could see the flex of his biceps for the first time under that black t-shirt. You never noticed it before, your eyes were fixated on them.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice as he began driving again.

“That guy, his name is Yoon Jeonghan.”

That reminded you, Oh, yeah, I didn’t even get to use that fake name I made… and I even made up a whole cover story for him as well.

You brushed these dumb thoughts to the side, “Yoon Jeonghan?”

”Yeah, have you heard of him? He goes to our school.”

”No, I can’t say I have.”

What was that look on Seungcheol’s face when you said this? Relief?

”You should stay away from him.”

”Why?”

”He’s a damn womanizer, a casanova.”

You snorted, “Aren’t you one, too?”

”Hey, the girls I sleep with know I’m only in it for sex, nothing after that and that’s what they want, as well. I never give false hope. Jeonghan, however, has sex with anyone regardless of feelings.”

”I see…” You said quietly. He looks so pretty, though, like an angel.

“Anyway, we used to be close. Really close, my best friend, I thought he’d be the best man at my wedding. Then, things happened, things that involved a girl and I got to see his true colors.”

There was probably do much more to that, but the two of you promised on condensed versions.

”I see.” You said again, sinking back into your seat.

You saw your apartment in the view, Seungcheol came to a slow until the two of you were parked.

“You need help getting out?”

”N—“ You were about to say, then a wave of dizziness hit you as one foot stepped out. “Yes.”

Seungcheol chuckled, he held your hand as you stepped down snd helped keep you balanced.

You rode the elevator in silence, to your floor. Seungcheol helped you down the hallway, you really tried to not lean on him too much, but now that you were walking, it became increasingly difficult to keep straight.

“Hey, who’s that?” Seungcheol asked as you were halfway down.

You looked up and saw a slender man dressed in a black coat, his face completely hidden via a cap, mask, and sunglasses. He held a box in one hand and his phone in the other.

That cap was incredibly familiar, it looked like…

Minghao’s

Your blood ran cold, out of all times Minghao had to be here.

You felt Seungcheol tense against you, “You know him?”

What’s he going to do? Fight him if I say no? Oh, God… what do I even say…

You were too frazzled to think. The alcohol made you forget about Minghao for the time being, but who could’ve expected him to be standing right in front of your door?

“Yeah…” You said, Seungcheol looked down at you with shock. “He’s my… cousin.”

You stepped out of Seungcheol’s grasp and wobbled over to Minghao, he was fixated on his phone as he typed out a message to you with one hand.

”… Uh… Haneul!” You picked a random name out of your ass as you hugged Minghao.

Minghao nearly dropped his phone from surprise, visibly confused by the strange name you had called him.

”Y/N…?” Minghao hugged you bag, but slowly. He smelled the alcohol on you and seemed to get it slightly. “How’d you get home if you’re drunk?”

Seungcheol came into the scene, “I drove her home,” He said, standing tall over both of you. “Y/N said your name is Haneul, right? Hi, I’m Choi Seungcheol.”

”Yeah…” Minghao followed along despite the confusion. “Kim Haneul, I’m her cousin.”

”What’ve you got there?” Seungcheol asked, arms crossed.

You were still clinging onto Minghao, so you let him go, looking at the box Seungcheol was also staring at.

“That’s the homemade snacks my mom made,” You said, taking the box, “Thanks, Haneul.”

“Mhm,” Minghao nodded. “So, Seungcheol, are you Y/N’s boyfriend?”

”No.” You both said flatly.

”I see, well, I’ll see you later. Make… sure to call your mom!”

Minghao quickly fled the scene, you honestly felt horrible for the whole interaction.

This box, whatever was inside, must have been a gift.

He came all the way over here after such a long day just to give me this… and I just…

The emotions were overwhelming you. You didn’t want to cry in front of Seungcheol, so you just rushed to grab your keys.

”Thank you for driving me home, I’ll see you tomorrow, Seungcheol, bye!” You said quickly, the words practically melting with each other.

”Yeah, no problem,” Seungcheol said, waving. “Bye.”

You gave him a smile then fled into your apartment, and shut the door, perhaps a bit too loudly.

Carefully setting the box on your counter, you just sank to the floor.

You felt so… drained? Today was so full of highs and lows it didn’t even seem like a day.

At the moment, you wanted to cry, but now that you were in solitude, you kind of just sat there blankly, thoughtless and staring at the wall.

Maybe the alcohol did help.

You lay on your side, on your cold kitchen floor and just closed your eyes.

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I fly all the way to the hotel, on the bus, through the cow-riddled fields I can’t see in the dark, until I’m flying through the lobby, already all the way up in his room in my head…until the valet stops me, tells me I need to check the front desk.

It’s not my thing, but sometimes shit gets broken…I always enjoy dealing with that sort of stuff, insist they come to me personally.

“What’s broken this time?” I act the bored chaperone part to get us off, but inside I’m almost always thrilled.

“Nothing.” He looks spooked. “He just left the key. Said he needs you in his room.”

“Is the pool open?”

“The pool?” His eyes widen; his accent slips, revealing he’s a little American in little England.

“Yeah. Is it?”

“It’s…it’s very cold.”

“Isn’t it heated?”

“We…we could heat it.”

“Cool…please, will you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Thank you.” I give my sweetest smile, all poison viper.

- xx -

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He hugs me, dressed less like a rockstar in something like yoga pants, knit sweater. “What took so long?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmmm. What about the pool?”

“They should be heating it up as we speak. Why the change in scenery?”

“Come check out the balcony, it’s sick. What did you have to do to get it done?”

“Sweet talking.”

He scoffs. “What did you really have to do?”

“Drop my knickers.”

He laughs. “Really.”

“Just had to say I wanted it…didn’t even have to say it was for you.”

“That hurts.”

“I know…couldn’t argue with him though, I like being boss.”

“You are always boss.”

“In all but name, not that I mind.”

He throws open the door, and wow: it is sick.

The view is all countryside, which means except for a few pinpricks of light in our vicinity, there’s nothing for miles and miles…and then there’s the tub, tucked in one corner, filling with water, about halfway.

“What took you so long?” I’m only teasing him as I test the water…it’s warm.

He doesn’t answer, so I turn to face him, to find that he’s flushed, unusually.

“I had to make a call.”

“Bugging Elias again?”

“Almost. Although…we can talk about that later.”

“Cool…are we inviting anybody up?”

“No?”

“Are you asking?”

“I thought it could be just us…I really don’t wanna deal with anyone else right now. Oh, and, uh…I had to give over both our keys so we could have this room free of charge. Do you hate me yet?”

“I could never hate you…especially not for this.”

“I was worried for about two seconds. What’s up with the tour schedule?”

“They set tonight’s show to two days from now, and I called down to the label so they can fix the dates on the rest of the tour.”

“Cool. Tell me what they change it to when it comes through?”

“Always. Now, who’s going first?”

“Ladies?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs, takes off his shirt, jumps right in…getting covered in goosebumps where he’s out of the water.

I take pity, slipping out of my shorts and going in just my shirt, reaching to hug him.

“How are you always so warm?” He wraps himself around me the rest of the way, and I don’t make him let go, though it feels strange.

“The heat’s in my blood?”

“I was born someplace warm too, and I haven’t got that.”

“Luck of the draw, baby. Maybe yours was a cold year.”

“Is that how you think it goes?”

“Could be…or maybe it’s just a matter of choice.”

“Hmm. What’s that thing around your neck?”

“Secrets.”

“Secrets come in silver now?”

“Haven’t they always?”

“Yeah…”

It’s actually the ring, though now isn’t the time the way I thought it would be…I look up, up at the sky, and then we’re quiet, until my phone rings in my shorts.

“Shit…”

“Could be the front desk.”

“Wanna bet on who broke what?”

“Nah…you always win. Taking me for all I’m worth.”

“I don’t need a bet to do that.”

“My point exactly.”

- xx -

She rolls her eyes and slips halfway off the tub, bending to reach her shorts…I’m sure she’s about to fall over, so I reach to hold her waist…her underwear’s black, watersheer…how the fuck am I gonna tell her?

“Hi?” She’s already sliding back in next to me, careless as fuck, always.

“Oh, cool. Thanks. Take the…yeah. Oh, yeah…that’d be great. There’s no need to…yeah, slide it in. Thank you.”

“Slide it in?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Dirty fucker.” But she’s distracted. “They’re bringing the keys to the pool…wasn’t sure they’d actually do it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think they heat it usually, and it’s up on the roof, maybe uncovered? They probably had to wake millions just to get it ready.”

“Or three people.”

“I’d hope for none.”

“You’re too nice.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Underneath everything else.”

“Yeah…”

“So…do you wanna go up now?”

“Yeah, might as well. Need to put on something else…don’t want to get a call about wet streaks in the hall.”

“I’d take it for you.”

But she’s gone, beelining for the closet, where I left her backpack…I stare at her as long as I can before making my way out of the water, closing the tub so we don’t have to start again, get undressed.

- xx -

She throws open the glass door, stripping immediately, jumping in before I can even get all the way out of my clothes.

“Is it cold?”

“No…stop being a pussy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Come over here and do it yourself.”

I give her what she wants, jumping into the water…it is warm, thank fuck.

She swims closer to me, reaches a hand out to play with my hair, laughing at the way it looks…I do the same to hers.

“Is it time for a cut?”

“Maybe…it’s getting a little long.” She slips her fingers around the edges, brushing my neck.

“What should I do next?”

“You know I’ll always say grow it long…but you should ask people again, it makes them feel like they’re part of the show.”

“I should grow it, just for you.”

Her eyes get distant, and that scares me so much, I start to slowly lose it, though I try not to show it.

“You’ll look great no matter what you do, J.”

“Maybe we should match.”

She laughs. “Last time I grew my hair long, I almost died.”

“Why?”

“It hurt…but the worst of it was that it became unbrushable.”

“I’d brush it if you let me…”

Her eyes are still drifting, distant, colder than the night air…until she stops, turning to look at me, swimming closer.

She stops inches away, and then wraps her arms around my shoulders, even as I get mine around her waist…

“I got you something…it’s…fuck, it’s so cheesy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I’ve just said one of the cheesiest things of my life…that’s just us.”

She nods, slipping her fingers away; I hold her against me halfway, as she reaches behind her to unclasp the necklace she hadn’t been wearing earlier, taking it in her hand, before slipping something out of it.

“I know you’ve got tons of metal, so I wanted to get something different…the colors are boring, but still…”

She slips it into my hand, and I turn it over, accidentally pulling her closer, her fingers going across my back, along my neck…it’s a ring, black pink woven together, unlike anything I have.

“It’s…it’s great. Where…where did you get it?”

“Some country mall…I wove it myself. I used to have one of these a while back and because I was a hopeless useless romantic even when I didn’t want to be…I thought if I ever found someone I really liked, I’d make them one…and it couldn’t be metal, because that hurts, and it’s bad enough that you’re…that we’re doing whatever this is.”

“This isn’t bad.”

“Right now…but it has been. And I know I’m fucked, that I’m not easy.”

“I’m not, either. I don’t mind. This…no one’s ever given me anything like this…thank you, Y/N/N. I love it.”

It feels like barely a second, until we’re kissing, her breath mixing with mine, the two of us tangling together in the water…we stop, for barely a second, just long enough for her to slip the ring on my finger, and then I’m lying on my back on the pool steps, and she’s making her way over my chest, up and down until she’s down, just enough…I don’t know how, but she’s always ready, reaching into her shorts for a condom, sliding her tongue hard enough that I feel dizzy, lost…we don’t even talk, I couldn’t anyway; I only have to slip my fingers over her arm for her to slide up, slide in, legs around my waist, hair everywhere…I slip my fingers around her hips, sliding her underwear all the way down, slipping in slowly so I don’t hurt her…she pushes down, though, the rest of the way, and then we’re pressed chest to chest, and I’m kissing her.

“I love you so fucking much.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t need to…she bites my shoulder, and I come…finish her off, until we’re both on our backs on the steps, and I’m all the way under her, the only way to chase away the cold.

#american satan #johnny faust x reader #johnny faust #andy black x reader #andy biersack x reader #andy black #paradise city

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