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24hlevi · 3 years

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can i just say that i've just finished reading that angst headcanons/imagines/scenarios or whatever it's supposed to be called about the boys reacting to y/n dying and i'm just...i'm just a sobbing mess.

it's well-written so 1000/10 for that, but whY MUST YOU ATTACK MY HEART IN THIS MANNER???? i love your work, but my poor heart ack-

btw is there any possibility to ask for a request for a same scenario but for kazutora, mitsuya, and hanma? like for kazutora's part, imagine if it wasn't yknow who died but its y/n 🥲

omg you’re so nice first of all thank you 😭 and OMG YES

TR Boys Reaction To You Dying Pt. 2

Tokyo Revengers Boys (Kazutora, Shuji, & Takashi) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Pure Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Suicide (kind of? it’s what happened to baji did so idk what to label it as 🤷‍♂️)

Hanemiya Kazutora:

All Kazutora could think was that it was all his fault that this happened. He was too caught up in his own world that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He didn’t even know you had shown up to the fight until he stabbed you instead of Baji.

“Y/n?” Kazutora asked, dropping the knife immediately when he saw you standing between him and Baji, blood dripping onto the ground below you. He completely froze, not knowing what he had just done or why he even did it. “Baby, are you okay?”

You held onto the stab wound, coughing up blood as you looked at your boyfriend. “I just wanted you…to stop.” You choked out before collapsing to your knees.

Everyone had stopped and was watching you by now, shocked that you had even protected Baji from both sides when your whole body landed on the car below you. Spitting blood out of your mouth, you laid on your back, staring up at the blue sky that was dusted with white clouds.

“Y/n!”

You heard multiple people yell your name, but you couldn’t even tell who it was until you saw Kazutora kneeling beside you. “Y/n! Keep your eyes open, okay?!”

You shook your head from side to side, raising your hand to put it on Kazutora’s face before quietly speaking, “Give it to me, the knife.”

“What? Why? Look, Y/n you just gotta stay awake okay?” Kazutora spoke fast, clearly freaking out on both the outside and inside, not even caring about the gang fight anymore.

“Hand it over, Kazutora.” You said his full name which caused him to go quiet, staring down at you with saddened eyes before handing you the knife that already had your blood on it. “Thank you, babe. I love you.” You told him.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Kazutora said to you.

You bundled up your shirt at the top, putting it in your mouth so you had something to bite down on before plunging the knife into your stomach and twisting it around, then pulling it back out and dropping it.

Kazutora wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him as you lived your last moments, and he couldn’t even say anything. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I always will love you.” Was all he said after you died.

Kazutora then took the blame for killing you, resulting im him ending up in jail again but he wasn’t angry about it. He was just sad. So sad that he didn’t even try to get out of jail and get back into the gang life. He just sat around, continuously saying,

“It’s all my fault.”

Hanma Shuji:

Shuji swore that he would never allow you to get hurt while he was away doing gang activities that he didn’t want you included in. That’s why he always had someone beside you and a bodyguard to make sure you would always be safe. But even then, it didn’t work.

It was half past 1 in the morning when Shuji’s phone rang while he was with the other Valhalla members, beating up some random other gang member. Shuji stopped punching the other male, standing up straight and took his phone out of his pocket and opened it, answering. “Yes?”

“Shuji…”

Shuji’s breath hitched when he heard your shaky and quiet voice, and he immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Where are you, darling? Is something wrong?”

“I’m…at home. B-But someone..got in.” You tried your best to reply, but it was coming out shaky and slow.

“I’ll be there in five minutes. I promise, baby. Okay? I love you.” Shuji told you before turning around and looking at everyone, taking the phone away from his ear. “Kazutora, you’re in charge until I get back, understand? As for everyone else, just do what you’re told.” He said to everyone, proceeding to then walk out and make his way onto the streets when he started to sprint down the different roads.

Now he was just making sure that he made it to your place in five minutes like he said he would, which usually he would be able to do easily, but he was more determined now that he had heard something had gone wrong whilst he was away. Upon reaching your place, he saw the front door opened already and he quickly rushed inside. “Y/n?! Baby, where are you?!” He called out as he started to run through every room in the house.

He finally made it to your room where you laid on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath you as you were taking shallow and slow breaths. “Y/n!” Shuji yelled out your name, going over to you and kneeling down beside you. He grabbed you and lifted you up, holding you in his arms as he checked for your pulse. When he felt it he let out a sigh of relief but it was very weak and barely noticeable which made him realize he probably only had a few more moments with you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. For not being here when I should have. I’m so fucking stupid, I should have just stayed here with you. I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.” Shuji said to you, his voice cracking halfway through as tears welled up in his eyes.

You looked up at him and smiled lightly despite you dying in his arms. “It’s okay, Shuji. Don’t...blame yourself. I still love you.” You had never seen the boy cry before, that’s how you knew that he did really love you, that he wasn’t just saying it so he could manipulate or get things from you.

“I love you too.” Shuji whispered out.

Soon enough, your head went limp and your eyes were stuck open, all of the life drained from your face as blood dirtied the floor and Shuji’s clothes. “Y/n? Y/n? Wake up, please.” The boy pleaded to your now deceased body, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you back. Not ever again.

Shuji became what you would have never wanted him to become, a terrible person who killed anyone if they even looked at him the wrong way, and most importantly, one that drank all of his feelings after the day was over, crying to himself over your death still.

Because he would never get you back. And he regretted that the most.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Takashi was the most important person in your life, just like you were to him. He had told you on multiple occasions that he wanted to be with you forever. And he thought it would really happen. Boy, was he wrong. So, so wrong.

You two were walking down the busy street, eating street food while going inside stores and just admiring the night scenery. Everything was going perfectly normal, until it all changed within a few seconds.

“Hey, babe?” Takashi said, looking over at you.

“Yeah?” You repled.

“Do you wanna get married some day in the future?”

The question that came out of your boyfrien’s mouth shocked you, and you didn’t know how to reply. You both were still teenagers, how the hell were you supposed to know? “Only if it’s you I’m marrying.” You aswered with a smile.

Takashi smiled back and pressed his lips against yours before pulling away quickly after. “Same here.” He told you.

Suddenly, car tires screeched on the black cement road and one zoomed around, an all black van. It’s windows opened and guns pointed out of them before they started to fire. Takashi quickly wrapped his body around you and covered you with his, not even caring if he would end up getting killed because of it.

After the car drove off, Takashi looked at you and asked in a frantic voice, “Y/n, are you okay?”

You looked at him, then down to your side, shaking your head as you spat out blood. Takashi’s eyes widened as he yelled out your name, but you had collapsed onto the ground, grabbing at your abdomen where the gunshot wound was, blood beginning to soak through your clothes and onto the sidewalk below you.

“No, no, no. Y/n! Stay with me!” He yelled, taking his phone out of his pocket and about to call the polce when you grabbed his hand, stopping him. “What?”

“Don’t. It’s okay.” You told him, a small smile on your face.

“It’s not okay! I can’t lose you! We-We just talked about getting married some day!” The boy continued to yell.

“Maybe...in another life, we will.” You spoke barely above a whisper, your vision starting to darken and turn blurry. “I love you, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” Takashi replied to you but you didn’t respond. “Y/n?” He reached his hand over and shook you gently, and when you didn’t move he looked at your face, then realizing that you were gone. He sat on the ground, and put his hands over his face, beginning to cry.

Takashi cried and mourned over your death everyday, despite people telling him to move on. He just couldn’t. He would never be able to find someone he would love like he loved you. He knew that. So that’s how it remained the rest of his life. Lonely, and depressed.

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whumpingcrow · 3 years

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Pt. 1 "First Impressions" (Elias Intro)

CW: foster care mention, tourettes syndrome, ticcing, drug mention, food mention, conversation about abuse, hospital setting, injury mention, discussion of poisoned food, vomit mention (let me know if i missed anything!)

Elias was nothing special, really, not in his eyes. He was taken from his deadbeat parents when he was 11, he was tossed around from foster homes to group homes and back again for an exhausting seven years, he didn’t finish high school. The most interesting thing about him was his tourettes, but even that was embarrassing and shameful, another reason to be ignored. Truth was, he was swept under the rug and forgotten for his whole life, so no one, including himself, thought he would ever amount to much, or thought he was worthy of nice things. People like him didn’t just get nice things, unless they were very lucky, and Elias had found out time after disappointing time that he was not one of the fortunate ones.

But Tyson sure as hell made him feel like he could be.

It was amusing to Elias how they met, even though Tyson claimed he wished it would’ve been more pleasant. Tyson had yet to learn that Elias repelled pleasantries. Elias had been staying with a few people he knew from high school, before he dropped out, in their cramped apartment, working part time at a diner so he could try and move out and be on his own. He was so tired of sharing small spaces with people. He would walk home from work everyday, because of course he couldn’t afford a car or even a bike. On that particular night, it was dark and raining, and Elias was in a particular rush to get to the apartment and change out of his wet clothes. Which is why he tried to rush across the street where there wasn’t a crosswalk, unaware of the fast car turning the corner until he heard the screech of tires next to him.

The man that got out of the car looked just as scared as Elias felt, rushing towards him in a flurry of apologies. “I am so sorry! Are you ok? Are you hurt?” His voice was shaking, and it made Elias uneasy, he didn’t look like he would scare easily, with his strong build and his mature face.

Elias scowled at him, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t drive so fast on this road, dickbag,” he scolded, “you could’ve fucking killed me!”

The man looked surprised, like he wasn’t expecting someone of Elias’s stature to have such a foul mouth. “I...I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you crossing and I...Where are you headed? Let me give you a ride.”

“What?” He squeaked in response. Logically, he knew it was his fault anyway, he wasn’t supposed to cross there, it was dark and rainy and not this stranger's fault, he was just quick to anger and too afraid to admit when he was in the wrong. “GIve me a ride?”

“Please, it’s the very least I can do. I feel awful.”

Elias knew that he shouldn’t get into a stranger's car, that it might be dangerous, that this man's kindness could be some sort of sinister facade. But he seemed so genuine, so concerned. So he slowly nodded, ducking into the passengers side door carefully. It was better than walking home in the rain. “My name’s Elias.” He heard himself saying.

“Elias,” the man repeated, “I’m Tyson.”

That was over a month ago, and the two were much more than strangers who almost had a horrible accident, by now. As Tyson was driving him home, they were talking about surface level things to fill the awkward spaces, and Tyson mentioned his ex-boyfriend, at which Elias mentioned his ex-boyfriend, and when they got to his apartment, Tyson asked for his number. They’d gotten much closer since then, Elias even stayed over at Tyson’s apartment a few days a week.

Tyson was so down to earth, so kind and forgiving and patient. He smoked weed, but he never pressured Elias into it, like other people had in the past. He was a nurse at a behavioral health hospital, he only worked nights, so they typically spent all day together. Elias was so enthralled by him and everything he did, often he would sit with Tyson as he drew sloppy, drug hazed sketches, or talk with him about the way the world worked, or things of that nature. The best part about being with Tyson was that he never felt forgotten or ignored, and he rather enjoyed the new attention. He enjoyed feeling cared about, important.

Sometimes Elias would stay at Tyson’s apartment when Tyson went to work, sleeping in his bed and waiting for him to come home in the morning. Tyson came home and crawled under the covers to catch up on sleep he’d missed at work, and after a while of holding each other while they slept, Elias got up to cook breakfast. He wasn’t a great cook, per say, but he could fry an egg alright, and maybe whip up some french toast on a good day. Today was apparently not one of the better ones, and the burnt food ended up in the trash, leaving him with scrambled eggs in the bottom of the pan. It wasn’t spectacular, but it would have to do.

“Good morning,” he called to Tyson as he came into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He always looked so nice upon waking up, his hair messy and how the late morning sun hit his beautiful dark skin as he stretched. “I made eggs. Not sure how safe they are to eat, though.”

Tyson offered a weak smile, but didn’t seem too amused at the joke. Elias wondered if he’d done something wrong, Tyson was usually so light-hearted.

“I need to talk to you about something, Eli.” He grumbled. Elias quite liked that nickname, but not when the rest of the sentence sounded so heavy. “Can we sit for a second?”

Once they were at the table, Elias took a deep breath, ready to put his defenses up, ready to be angry instead of hurt. He found himself thinking over the last few days, had he said something wrong? Was he annoying him? Overstaying his welcome at his apartment? “You’re tired of me, aren’t you?” He asked.

“No! Oh God, Eli, no!” He reached forward to take his hand as he spoke, smiling at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. You’re fine, we’re fine. This is about...well, it’s about my ex.”

Elias relaxed a fraction at the reassurance, so he was fine, Tyson wasn’t sick of him. Then he nodded for him to go on, listening carefully. Tyson didn’t talk about him much, but Elias knew that his name was Allen, that he had a lot of issues that were never really discussed in detail.

“You know how I told you that he had a lot going on? That he was sort of...a mess?” He paused, taking a deep breath to organize his thoughts. “Well, a while ago, he got mixed up with these really bad people, it wasn’t his fault, it should’ve never happened, and he got really hurt.” Tyson sounded nervous, and Elias squeezed his hand gently to comfort him. “Anyway, this guy he was with really hurt him, for a really long time. His name is August. I mean, this guy was a monster, he ruined his life.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Elias asked. The subject seemed to make both of them uneasy, and he stroked his thumb mindlessly against Tyson’s knuckles.

Tyson took a deep breath then, looking like he didn’t want to answer. “Well...He got hurt again, he’s at the hospital. I guess he didn’t want to call his boyfriend so they called me instead. I have to go pick him up. And I wanted you to come with me, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Elias didn’t know why he agreed to it, really, he just knew that within an hour he was walking down the cold, sterile, hallway of a hospital, hand in hand with an obviously nervous Tyson. He wasn’t really sure what to expect, having heard very few things about Allen in the past. Allen didn’t have his shit together, Tyson had told him, so as much as they had tried to work through things, it just wasn’t possible. From what he gathered, Tyson cared a lot about this guy, even if it wasn’t in that way anymore, and he believed him. Allen had someone else anyway, so he didn’t have anything to worry about. At least he hoped he didn’t.

Elias was shocked at how horrible Allen looked, like he was seconds from keeling over right there on the hospital bed. He was bruised up every few inches from head to toe, a sick pallor to him. Tyson wasn’t lying when he’d said that the person, August, had really hurt him.

Tyson rapped gently against the door frame, causing Allen to squint up at them with a pained look on his face. His black hair fell against his jaw and a few strands over his face, like he couldn’t be bothered to push it away from his eyes. He would be very attractive, if not for the splotchy bruises on his face, Elias thought to himself. His features were striking, all sharp angles and piercing eyes, his full lips parted slightly in fear.

“Oh, Allen.” Tyson breathed, his voice disdainful, upset at the state he was in. Recognition finally fell across his face, as if he couldn’t see who it was before he spoke.

“Tyson,” he whimpered, “you ca-came.” Relief coated his words, like he was expecting Tyson to say he didn’t want to come help him. Elias knew Tyson, knew the selfless way he cared for people, and if that’s what Allen was expecting, it was completely unrealistic.

“Of course.” Tyson reached to the side and flipped on one of the lights, which made Allen flinch horribly and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. Elias was watching on with a pitiful interest, he had never seen someone so hurt, so scared. This August guy must’ve really done a number on him.

Elias followed close behind Tyson as he went to pull up a chair next to the bed, and Allen stared at him apprehensively. As if just remembering he was there, Tyson reached for his hand again as they sat down. “I forgot to introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Elias.” He shot him a fond look, and Elias smiled brightly back. He liked the sound of that, “his boyfriend”.

“Nice to finally meet you,” he spoke softly, trying not to startle him, “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. All good things.”

Allen nodded, dropping his head to look at the blanket and picking at a loose thread there. “Nice t-to meet you, too,” he stammered. “Ty, you didn’t uh...tell Leo, right? That I was here?”

“No,” Tyson assured him. “Did you want me to?” He sounded so comforting, so kind, just like he always did.

“No, I do-don’t think I’m ready to see him.”

They fell into a heavy silence after that, no one knowing what the right thing to say was. Eventually, Allen began to ask questions about their relationship, trying to get them to talk about themselves so he didn’t feel the attention on him. It worked for a while, up until Tyson had to excuse himself to the bathroom, and then Allen looked even more frightened as he realized he would be alone with Elias, a perfect stranger.

Elias ran through ways in his head of how to make Allen know that he meant no harm, that he wasn’t going to hurt him. Before he could think about it, he blurted, “I hope you don’t still like him.” He felt bad as soon as he said it, Allen was sitting in a hospital bed, covered in aches and pains, the last thing he needed was for Elias to interrogate him in his insecurity. He was surprised when Allen let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“Who, Tyson?” He replied. Elias nodded half-heartedly. “No, I haven’t for awhile. D-don’t worry.”

Elias relaxed, leaning forward in his chair. “Ok, cause I really like him.” He bit his lip, a thoughtful look on his face. “He really cares about you. Maybe not in that way, but he really does. And that’s ok, cause you look like you could use someone who cares about you.”

Allen’s face softened, and he seemed to deflate from his afraid, panicked demeanor, at least a little. “I could. Th-thank you.”

Just then, Tyson walked in, smiling softly at the two of them. “Are you talking about me?” He teased, ruffling Elias’s blond hair as he walked past him to sit down.

“Us? Oh no, we were talking about football.” Elias joked. Tyson laughed, but Allen couldn’t even smile. He seemed glad for the company, but he didn’t look like he was used to being talked to, included in conversation.

“So, if you’re not staying with Leo right now, do you have somewhere to stay?” Tyson asked. Allen didn’t answer, didn’t even look up. He seemed like he was checked out, his thoughts somewhere else, very far from the safety of the hospital room. “Allen?”

Allen flinched at his own name, then looked up at him. “Sorry...what?”

“I said do you have a place to stay?”

Allen looked thoughtful, staring back at the wall. “Oh. Uh...I hadn’t thought about it, really. I g-guess once I start talking to Leo again...if he’ll even want to talk to me again…”

“Maybe you could stay with us,” he interrupted, already seeing where the anxious thought was headed, “Would that be ok, Eli?”

Elias nodded eagerly. He didn’t even realize that they were “us” at that point, as far as living together. It was nice to hear him phrase it that way. And he could tell from looking at Allen that he really needed a safe place to stay, and Tyson could definitely provide that.

Allen thanked them, then went quiet again. After a few moments, he sighed heavily, like simply existing was extremely taxing on his well being. “I always feel so l-lost without him.” He admitted. “I know I shouldn’t, b-but I just feel like I’m doing everything wrong and just d-don’t know.”

Elias assumed he was talking about August, and he felt bad. He couldn’t imagine how shitty it must feel to miss someone who had caused so much pain, damaged him so badly. Elias had been hurt and betrayed by people who were supposed to take care of him plenty of times, but he’d never missed them after, only looking back with resentment and anger.

“Yeah,” Tyson breathed. “I know it’s really rough on you. He really messed up your view of good and bad. But you’re doing great, someone will tell you if something isn’t ok, you’re not gonna be in trouble or anything.”

It was amazing, how Tyson could talk someone out of their panic so easily, how he seemed to know just what to say to assure them. Allen merely shrugged, clearly not as amazed as Elias was. “Leo probably hates me. I’m so afraid to call him.”

“We’ll figure that out when we get back. I’m sure he doesn’t, he’s probably just worried sick. You’ve got a tendency to do that to him.” He smiled softly at him, trying to get him to relax. It didn’t work.

Allen only had to be in the hospital for about an hour and a half after that, and then Tyson drove him and Elias back to his apartment. Elias glanced back at him every now and then, frowning when he saw he had pulled his hood over his eyes and was covering his ears with his hands. He turned the music down, thinking that maybe it was too loud, but Allen stayed tucked away into his little shell the rest of the ride back.

Finally, he was sitting at the kitchen table with his hands folded in front of him obediently as Tyson cooked them lunch. Elias came and sat with him at one point, smiling at him. “I really like your hair,” he said, “really suits your face.” He hoped that if he was nice enough, Allen would stop being so afraid and get comfortable. It was sad to see him looking so worried.

“Thank you.” Allen replied, almost mechanically.

Tyson joined them minutes later, setting a plate in front of Allen, who began staring at it trivially.

“What, you don’t like it?” Tyson teased. Even though he knew he was trying to ask it in a joking way so he wouldn’t freak Allen out, Elias could tell he was genuinely concerned. He hoped Allen knew that too.

Allen only frowned up at him, like he was too afraid to speak. He was so god damn quiet, Elias gathered. He didn’t know how, because Elias had been through his fair share of hard times and they all made him loud and pissed off. He couldn’t think of a single time that someone had treated him like garbage and he decided he would be quiet. He couldn’t tell if that signified that what happened to Allen was more dreadful than he could guess, or if they just handled things differently. He hopped, for Allen’s sake, that it was the ladder.

“N-no..I just uh...just…” he trailed off, picking up his fork with shaking hands. He looked like he was going to be sick, staring at the food. Elias tasted it, out of curiosity, but it was just fine.

“You just what?” Tyson prompted.

Allen had tears in his eyes as he stabbed through the food, staring at it in fear, like it was going to hurt him itself. For a moment, he looked like he was going to try to eat it, but then he dropped the fork to the plate with a clink and covered his face. “I’m s-sorry,” he choked out, “I really am.”

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don't you tell me what’s going on? We’ll figure it out.”

“J-just...last time someone gave me f-food, it was August, and he put something in it th-that made me sick for days... I just can’t stop thinking about that.”

Tyson and Elias exchanged a disgusted frown, not wanting to believe that someone would do that. “What a dick,” Elias remarked, “seriously, who the fuck does that?”

Allen shook his head, wiping at his tears furiously. “No, he only did it because I was doing something wrong. I d-deserved it.”

“Don’t say that. You did nothing wrong, Allen.”

He nodded at that, shutting himself up. Elias suddenly wasn’t hungry. None of them were.

“I think I need to call Leo,” Allen suddenly said, standing from the table. He grabbed his phone, then went outside.

Elias stood up and began helping Tyson clean up the untouched food from the table. He wondered if what he said upset Allen, that’s why he suddenly wanted to leave. It was true though, August was a dick for it, and there was nothing Allen could have done to warrant that kind of treatment. “Did I upset him?” Elias asked Tyson, a worried look on his face. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, love, it’s not your fault. He’s just fragile right now.” He sighed heavily as he set the plates into the sink, looking rather overwhelmed. “I know this is a lot to handle, thank you for being so cool about it.”

Before he could respond, Allen came back in, tears streaming down his face. “Leo’s coming to g-get me,” he murmured, leaning against the wall as if it was too hard to stand upright on his own, “thank you f-for everything.”

Tyson nodded at him, a look of relief slipping onto his face. “Oh, that’s good. How did talking to him go?”

Allen shrugged uselessly, not wanting to go into depth. He seemed exhausted, and no one could blame him, with what he’d been through. Tyson offered to walk him outside to meet Leo, and Elias sat inside by himself while he waited. He thought about how strange of a circumstance it was, usually when people met their partners ex, things were tense and awkward, but meeting Allen wasn’t like how he’d expect, he wasn’t jealous or insecure, he mainly just felt bad for the guy.

When Tyson came back inside, it was like they were both too afraid to talk about what happened, so they just turned on a movie instead, leaning against each other and pretending there was nothing to talk about.

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cozytruecrimeaddict · 4 years

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I Think I Need Help (Hotch x OC) pt 3

Hey I’m back. (Also I wish the pages app would show me the word count on these because dang, this was like 5 pages of writing)

So this does not 100% follow season 2 episode 11 anymore.

However, my warnings still stand

WARNINGS: regular CM violence, rape, suicide, self harm, and light cheating

Nothing besides the light cheating goes into a lot of detail, just mentions and I want anyone who reads this to be prepared

I quickly rush to gather anything that is visible and bloody and stash it. I remember when I first got close with Aaron, I gave him a key to my place. In case anything happened, so someone had access to my stuff and whatever else might be needed. I’m surprised he didn’t use it this morning.

After that I showered as fast as I could, coming back into my room and changing. I threw everything I needed into my bag and ran into the kitchen, only to find Aaron sitting at my kitchen table.

“Did you speed here or something?” I smiled at him. Just pretend Sam. He won’t figure it out. He won’t try to profile you.

“I was worried. I don’t like being worried about you.”

“Well, you’re not my Dad, Aaron. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Morgans brought up that he’s worried too.”

“I’m fine.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that. You haven’t been acting like yourself.”

“I’m fine Aaron. I don’t know what I can do to prove it to you. I’m just stressed and tired. Lets get back to the office okay.”

Aaron stood up, brushing past me on the way to the door. I really hate lying to him. But, there’s no way in hell I’m telling him the truth. Just one more, before you go. I shake off the thought. I’m not addicted to this again. This isn’t my life. This won’t be my life. I’ll die before that happens.

“So, what did I miss this morning?” I ask, kinda annoyed I slept in on such an important case.

“No new suspects, yet. Another body was found, this one with word ‘failure’ carved into her abdomen. Gideon had just started his psych eval with Nathan before I left.”

Failure, did he emphasize that word on purpose? Is that all he thinks of you. Just the little kid charity case he has to babysit. He hates you. He doesn’t want you around.

“So, how likely is it that the kid did it?” I shake off my thoughts. Stop it Sam. Aaron is one of your best friends. He loves you and cares about you. No he doesn’t. Stop pretending.

“It’s hard to say, I don’t want to believe he did it, but it is still possible.”

I sighed, trying to calm my thoughts. How strange though, to be comforted by the thought of my blood running down my arm.

“Aaron…”

“Sam.”

“Please don’t worry about me. I promise, I’m fine. And if I wasn’t, I’d do whatever it takes to make sure I stayed alive for you and everyone else.”

“The do whatever it takes part is what worries me.” Aaron started, changing lanes and pulling into our parking lot. “Ever since you started with us, you’ve become one of my best friends. I really care about you and I know, I’m over protective.”

I can’t. I can’t have him caring. Theres only one way out of these thoughts. If 10 years wasn’t enough to end them completely, what would be?

“Let’s just get inside..” I got out of the car, and he followed.

The elevator ride took forever. I felt Aaron watching me, studying me. As we reached the floor the offices were on, I stepped forward.

“Don’t try to profile me, Aaron. You won’t like what you find.”

He came up along side of me and whispered something in my ear that made my heart sink.

“I know your neighbors aren’t in a band. I’ll figure out what’s going on eventually”

And he just walked away.

I sat down by Reid as Gideon had brought the kids mom into his office. From the looks of it, it wasn’t going too well.

The day passed by me in a blur of files, and trying to figure out how this all could have happened. How am I still here, why am I here. I’m not helping this investigation whatsoever and I’m really no use to the BAU at all. Especially if they all have to worry about me.

Thats when I noticed it, a damp spot on the left arm of my black top. I must have subconsciously started picking at the cuts. I get up and head to the bathroom, cleaning and drying them as quickly as possible. I got back to my desk, and Nathans mom was looking for him. He wasn’t back at home in his room and she had found some pretty disturbing edits to an edition of Hustler.

We all split up and made our way through the street searching for him. Until, another body was found.

This was…. wrong. Our unsubs profile was literally that he kills early in the morning. Not killing late at night, and to also have him dump this girl at the base of the Federal Building? It doesn’t make sense. Even if he was devolving, this takes risk. This takes prior knowledge of what’s happening around here.

Hotch says as much, but it still doesn’t mean Nathan didn’t just do this as he was passing the poor girl and kept running.

Reid follows a local cop who found the kid, and he brings him in.

Back at the offices, Aaron asks to speak to me in his.

“I think you should sit the rest of this one out, Sam.”

“Why, Aaron?”

“You’re not all here, and I don’t know what’s going on with you, but no one is going to think any less of you for taking a couple days to figure it out.”

“I don’t know what else I can do to prove to you that I am okay. Am I the same as I was? No. But who would be? I know what actually went through some of these girls minds.” My chest tightened, and for a second, just a second, I was back in his basement, my hands tied behind me as he pushed himself into me.

“Sam…” I heard Aarons voice, he sounded distant. 3 days, 17 hours, 22 minutes. I gave up. I was ready to die. They didn’t need me.

“Sam, I’m right here. You’re okay.” No, I’m not. I felt something gripping my wrist. No. I smelled the alcohol on his breath. I tried, I tried to break free.

“No…” I whispered.

“Sammi!” Aaron raised his voice just a little, and the scene around me went back to his office.

“I… Wha… Aaron?” I felt something wet fall from my eyes, I pressed my finger gently underneath, wiping away tears. Aaron guided me to sit down in front of his desk, he kept his hand on my left forearm. That must be why I felt pressure, he probably grabbed me to help steady me. He leaned on his desk.

“Want to explain what just happened?”

“If I knew, I promise you, I would.”

“Talk me through it.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Hang on a second, Sam.”

Gideon appeared, nodding at me.

“We found our guy, and we’re heading out to grab him now.”

“Alright, I’ll be down in a second.”

Gideon left, and Aaron came back to me.

“You’re sitting this arrest out, Sam. I want you to stay here and help Garcia. That’s an order.”

“I’m…”

“Don’t say you’re fine. We’ll talk about this later.”

I went off to help Penelope with whatever she needed,

She had everything under control and mostly we just talked.

“Okay, but Sammi my love, you need to give me the details!” She smiled at me.

“What details Pen?” Seriously, what did she want.

“About Hotch? He’s so private with everyone except you. Like who is he? Is he a good kisser? A girl needs to know these things.”

I laughed. She wants to know everything I can tell her about Hotch?

“Oh no, I am not crossing that line.”

“Oooooh which lines and how many have you guys crossed.”

“He’s just my best friend.”

“hey!”

“Okay, my best guy friend. I need my girls nights with you and JJ”

“So no after work make out sessions?”

“He has Haley.”

“If all men were loyal, crimes of passion wouldn’t exist sweetheart.”

“He’s loyal to her.” As far as I knew.

But, before I could have too much fun, something dark started creeping into my mind again.

She is just babysitting you. You were too much of a burden to be in the field, and you’re a burden on her. Why are you still even here? Why do you even bother waking up. Change that detail, and their lives would be better. You weren’t even good enough for the creep in his moms basement, or he wouldn’t have let you go back to them.

Garcia noticed me zoning out, but by then, the team was back and Reid was talking to Nathan again.

“Okay, that’s it. We’re going out tonight.”

“Oh no, I’m not in the mood.”

“I will drag you. You are coming.”

She pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of her office.

“Reid, come on. We’re going out.”

“I really wouldn’t be much company tonight.”

“You’re coming.” She insisted.

“Listen to her Reid, she’s dragging me along.”

He smiled at me, but gave in and got up.

As we got to Pennys car, Reids cell phone rang. Everything just happened so fast. I was starting to psych myself up for heading out with them, but it wasn’t okay.

“Drive, and hurry.” Reid said as we all climbed into Penelope’s car.

“What happened?”

“It’s Nathan…” Reid said.

Oh no….

We got to the motel room, and everything was just wrong. Nathan was across the bed, both wrists slashed.

I wasn’t in the motel anymore. I was 13 again. I was laying across my bedroom floor, begging for a reason. Any reason at all, to just stay. I couldn’t think of one. My own parents abandoned me because I was such a freak. I was too smart for my own good, yet not smart enough. I was graduating high school, and getting ready to start college at my age? The world was just beginning to open up, yet everything felt so small. Everyday everyone told me I was better off dead. Teachers ignored me. No foster parents cared enough to keep me around for more than a year. But that was all about to change. I wouldn’t be around long enough to care anymore.

I felt myself put pressure on Nathans left arm, at the same time Reid got to his right.

“Spencer…” I whispered, there was too much blood. Theres a chance that this kid was going to get what he wants. His answer to the pain.

Everything faded into the background, as a paramedic guided me and Reid off the kid.

I looked down, and my top was covered in blood, whether its my own or not, I don’t know.

Outside, the team was waiting by the ambulance for us.

Gideon guided Reid back towards his car, and Morgan took Penelope. But of course, I was alone. I started making the walk back to get to my apartment. I wasn’t even too far back to the main road when Hotch pulled up.

He got out of his car and hugged me to him.

“What happened? When Garcia said attempted suicide I thought…”

“I told you Aaron, I’d do whatever it takes to survive.”

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“I’m fine with walking, if you had an extra shirt or something though, that’d be much appreciated.”

“Sam, get in the car. I’m not playing this game tonight.”

So, I gave in. I became the charity case yet again. The little girl who always needs her friends to protect her, even when she doesn’t deserve it.

Hotch took the 20 minute drive back to my house. Instead of just dropping me off, and letting me head in to be with my thoughts, he followed me inside.

“I’m fine.”

“We discussed this earlier, I never have and never will believe those words.”

“You should be with your wife and son.”

“I’m staying here tonight. I’m not leaving you alone right now, until I know you’re okay.”

I sighed, putting my gun and badge in a drawer in my hallway and locking it.

“I’m not your charity case, Aaron. I don’t need your help.”

“Charity…. Sammi, is that really how you see yourself?”

“Ever since I was taken..” 3 days, 17 hours, 22 minutes. “You and everyone else have been acting like one wrong turn and I’m going to break.”

“I’m going to break one of our rules tonight Sam, and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Aaron, we only have one rule for our friendship to work, and that’s that we can’t profile each other…”

He guided me to sit down on the couch and look at him. I hated that he was about to do this, and I hate that I need him in my life. I hate that I can’t let go to make his life easier.

“Ever since you’ve been back, you jump at every sound. You empathize better with our female victims, especially those who have been assaulted, which leaves me to believe that while we were trying to find you, you were assaulted, or at least threatened with it. The way you’re trying to get away from me right now makes me almost positive of that fact. The way you got lost in the blood from this past case leaves me to believe you have some kind of issue involving blood from the past, possible childhood or early adolescence. Once again, your body language right now gives me reason to think I’m correct. The way you’ve been….”

“S…st.. stop. Aaron. Please.” I moved closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. I took a breath, trying to steady myself. “If I tell you what happened when I was taken, you will never stop seeing me as this victim. I will never stop feeling like a burden on the team. I will never be able to get back what I lost. You want the truth, Agent Hotchner, the truth is that I’m barely hanging on. However, I’m fighting like hell to keep my head above water. All I have to do that with is my job, and making sure I stop the next creep before they do what they did to me, to someone else. If I tell you what happened, or anything that I have going through my head, you won’t even like me anymore. You’ll transfer me off to some other department and I won’t have only lost my job, or my friends, but I’d have lost my family. I’d have lost the only person that I love.”

I didn’t realize it, but I had gotten so close to him. Our faces mere inches apart. I don’t know what’s happening. Why am I doing this. He’s married. He’s my best friend. But here I am, once again, messing things up. That was when I felt it. I saw his dark eyes staring into my blue ones. My heart literally skipped a beat, and in that second, Aaron had placed his hands under my chin and pulled me up to him. He kissed me softly, slowly. I moved just a little bit, wrapping my arms around his neck. Why was I doing this. Haley. Jack. I needed to stop. But, this felt right. As I pulled him to me, he leaned forward just a little bit more, causing us to fall backwards on my couch. I gasped, and I just stopped. I moved my hand to his chest, pushing back a little.

“We can’t..”

“I’m… I’m sorry. I…” He stuttered.

“I.. I can’t Aaron.”

“You said I didn’t like you.. you don’t even know how much…”

“Stop.” I felt my eyes burning. I liked Haley, she was kind enough to ask me to be Jacks godmother.

I moved Aaron off of me and got up.

“I need to shower, you… you can st..stay but I’m going to sh..shower and head to bed.”

As I stormed off down the hall, I looked back to see Aaron sitting there with his head in his hands. I know he must be upset, he just kissed me when he’s married to Haley. I won’t be the reason his marriage ends. I just won’t.

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because-of-a-friend · 6 years

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Time Travel Series Pt. 9

MASTERLIST

KIM MINGYU

-Lil puppy Mingyu is really timid about time travelling at first

-Honestly pretty scared

-Always has to travel with someone

-”Hyung please come with me, we might see a dragon”

-”Kim Mingyu you should be able to do this by yourself by now... and also there’s no such things as dragons”

-Don’t get them wrong, the other members love Mingyu (obviously)

-But when they all started getting comfortable enough to travel on their own

-They really wanted to be on their own

-They all had different places that they wanted to go and see

-So all going together didn’t make sense since obviously they wouldn’t be able to all agree on one singular place to travel

-That’s why when giant puppy Mingyu comes running to them with a spark in his eye they kind of sigh

-Cuz they know they’ll feel guilty if they don’t go with him

-But they already had plans

-They never understand why he’s so scared

-If anything bad happens in a time he travels to, he can just jump back and be safe

-But he just insists on always having someone with him

-Depends a lot on Seungkwan since he also likes travelling with others

-But even he has his days where he wants to go somewhere completely different than Mingyu

-So Mingyu usually just kind of ends up sitting around the dorm, too worried to go off by himself

-When he does get someone to travel with him (usually Jeonghan or Seungkwan) he loves going to the past

-He likes to think he’ll find a dragon someday

-”You know I bet sometime in the future they’ve genetically created a dragon in a lab”

-”I don’t wanna see that, I wanna see a real wild dragon”

-The other boys roll their eyes because honestly out of all the far more likely and practical things for a time traveler to search for, he picks a dragon

-The boys are actually pretty grateful for the times he drags them along with him

-Since because he’s searching for dragons he usually goes to places with beautiful scenery

-Rolling hills, spread out meadows, gorgeous lakes, breathtaking mountains

-Mingyu finds the best nature spots, thinking someday someday he’s gonna find a dragon or at least some cool kind if creature

-He also just loves all the exploring stuff

-Hiking, running, searching in caves

-That kind of stuff

-Explains why he was so useful in ofd

-One time he came back to the dorm all dirty and with like overgrown hair everywhere

-All the other members were like ??????

-”Mingyu what the fuck”

-”Sorry, I lived in some random cave for a couple weeks cuz I thought I spotted something of interest”

-Josh bans his travelling privileges for like a month after that

-One day he’s like begging Minghao to go with him

-”C’mon Hao, there are legends of dragons in olden Scotland, we should go”

-We all know how sassy Hao and Gyu can get towards each other

-Hao is refusing and Gyu is whining

-And suddenly Gyu like grabs Hao

-And Hao pushes him off

-But light explodes all around them

-And Gyu has disappeared

-Seungkwan just glares

-”Oh fuck not again”

-Joshua is trying to calm everyone in the dorm down

-”Guys it’s ok, no matter where he went, he’ll be able to travel back”

-But he doesn’t come back for the rest of the day

-Cuz Mingyu is passed out, in another cave

-He wakes up

-And everything just aches

-”Oh god”

-He tries to push himself up off the floor of this cave

-But he cannot

-Has like no energy left

-He looks around him and sees

-You!

-You’re asleep in the cave too

-And he immediately cringes

-Like crap he jumped into a cave someone was sleeping in and now he feels creepy even if it was out of his control

-He’s trying to jump back into the dorm

-But he’s so exhausted he can’t even do that

-He’s looking up

-And he’s just staring at you and trying to see a way out of this situation

-But he like notices something behind you

-You’ve been drawing on the cave walls

-Which is weird because by the looks of what you’re wearing you’ve gotta be from current times

-So like... why are you drawing in a cave???

-So he’s just... struggling

-And you wake up!!!

-And Gyu is just like well shit

-Obviously you freak out cuz you fell asleep in a cave and now there’s a random guy in there

-He manages to get out that he’s hurt right before you crash your paint jar over his head

-You stop inches away from him

-”Oh, do you like... need help?”

-”I at least need you to get that away from my head”

-You stand up and back off

-”Sorry, sorry, I just thought you were some creep, not someone who needed help”

-He looks back at you and sees you nervously standing there looking all small and guilty

-”Um no I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just really do need help, I saw you in here and I didn’t realize you were asleep”

-”It’s ok... I guess... how can I help you?”

-”Well the thing is, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I think I just need some time to get some of my strength back”

-You get him some water and food and sit him up

-You sit with him as he’s recovering

-”Just out of curiosity, what year is it?”

-”2001 why?”

-Good, he’s thinking, it’s not too far off, a jump will be fairly easy

-”Just making sure my head is still screwed on right”

-You laugh a little “Well is it?”

-He smiles at you “Ya”

-He finally asks about your cave drawing

-It seems to be some sort of flower

-You start ranting to him about how fascinating you find cave drawings and how you really wanna feel connected to the first artists and how something about it just feels right

-He finds it really fascinating and both of you just end up talking for hours

-”Do you believe in time travel”

-Nonchalantly glances at you as he asks the question

-”I’d honestly really believe in anything”

-”What about dragons”

-”Of course!”

-He’s beaming now

-The longer y’all talk the more you both admit

-He learns you don’t really have a lot of ties to where you are

-You’re kind of an adventurer, the land is your home

-I mean obviously you’ve got an apartment but something about being out and exploring feels so right to you

-Gyu suddenly feels a burst of energy

-He grabs your hand

-”Hey I’m sorry to ask this of you, but this is probably gonna knock me out again, will you just explain to them what’s been happening?”

-You don’t even have time to say what

-He jumps you both back to the dorm

-The other boys were nervously sitting in the living room when they hear the familiar whooshing sound from a back bedroom

-They rush in, already exclaiming to Mingyu how relieved they are that he’s back

-But when they get in there, all they find is you

-And a passed out Mingyu

-Seungkwan is glaring once more

-”Fucking NOT again”

-You’re like yelling and freaking out

-Telling all the boys to stay away from you

-It takes them a good two hours to calm you down and explain everything

-And to prove it all to you

-By then they’ve tucked Mingyu into a bed and are waiting for him to get better

-He sleeps for like three days before he’s back to normal

-You get to know the other boys a little

-But you don’t leave his side the whole time

-Because you know how right talking to Mingyu felt and he already means a lot to you

-You know that sometimes people just instantly connect and you know that that happened to you and Gyu

-When he’s finally up again he gives you his own story

-And he explains everything about the future

-”Gyu you haven’t told me anything about current politics”

-”Please don’t even ask”

-You appreciate modern technology quite a bit more than the other people they’ve *accidentally* brought back from the past

-Like you can’t get over it, you play IPhone games for like a whole two days

-Everything about modern day is really cool to you and you love learning all the slight and all the dramatic changes to how people live and communicate and such

-Mingyu’s happy cuz he just gets to watch you discover everything and freak out about it

-You’re loving living in the dorm and getting to know Mingyu even more

-Everything just feels easy and comfortable with him

-You also get to time travel occasionally which is super cool

-Obviously you’re now his sidekick on dragon hunts

-Usually you explore right beside him and search as much as him

-But one day you ask him to take you to this mountain formation that’s just littered with caves

-You stop in this pretty open cave and start taking out your painting supplies

-”Alright Gyu, go explore, I’m gonna paint”

-He just kind of nods and heads off, there’s plenty of other caves for him to invesitgate

-You get to work right away

-As you’re painting you’re thinking about Gyu

-How he’s one of the kindest people you’ve ever met

-How his childlike wonder is inspiring

-How he talks with you for hours everyday and never gets tired of it

-How he thanks you a million times everyday for not leaving him in that cave

-How he shows it by buying you coffee or things like that

-How he has put in so much effort to know you

-How he cares about you

-How you care about him

-How you love all those things about him

-How you kind of love him

-Gyu goes exploring every little cave so obviously it takes him awhile to get back

-”Well doesn’t look like there’s anything here to get-”

-He pauses

-You’re sitting there super nervously

-Looking down at your feet

-Your face is all red

-”Do you like it Gyu?”

-He’s absolutely speechless

-There on the cave wall is a perfect, detailed, gorgeous dragon

-Like wow you really put effort into that thing

-It looks so real

-Gyu turns into a grinning mess

-He looks over at you kind of confused

-”I’m not sure we’re ever gonna find a dragon, so I thought we’d at least make some of our own while we’re searching”

-Mingyu is overly touched

-”So?”

-You’re still waiting for his response

-He’s still kind of speechless

-So he does the only thing he can in that moment

-He walks over to you, grabs you, and kisses you

-Now you’re a grinning mess

-”We can still find a dragon though Gyu”

-”Nah, it’s alright, all my dreams came true right here”

LOOOOOOOL sorry it took me forever to update this series, but here is the next one! Feel free to request things! A married life series has been started and Coups is next so look forward to it! Joshua Jeonghan Vernon Hoshi and Minghao’s parts are all up already

I hope this one was ok, I love love LOVE getting feedback so that’d be cool...

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ask-svt-hearteu · 7 years

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soulmate! Seokmin (pt.2)

anon requested: Hi! I recently got into Seventeen and woah did I slipped into the diamond life so hard ㅋㅋㅋ I really like your blog and I’m hoping for a part 2 for Seokmin’s Soulmate post. Than you so much in advance!

you thought you had seen it all

thought you could predict it all

working with celebrities everyday and just being all around busy as ever when filming for MBC music

you really thought the world wouldn't be able to surprise you with anymore happiness

lol were you wrong

because there was Seokmin in front of you

your actual sunshine

standing in front of you, holding flowers and a plane ticket

pulling your suitcase

"Seokmin what are you doing here?"

you had been absolutely ecstatic knowing that MBC let you film a special of Seventeen's Diamond Edge World Tour

which meant you got to travel with them at their concerts

and you were leaving tonight to meet them at the next stop

but the best part had been hearing you would be able to spend time with Seokmin

you had both called everyday, him generally from a different country

"I can't wait until you get here and we can go on dates."

"When I get there Seokmin, we can do it all."

and you had felt his anticipation through your shared emotions for weeks

but you never expected him to meet you from the airport

with not only your ticket but a ticket for himself too

"Let's fly together and go together"

he reached for your hand

"You're actually flying with me? You're actually here? I thought you were with the others."

he gave you his light laughter that never failed to make your heart flutter, the smile that always lit up even the darkest of places

"Yep the company let me fly back here to pick you up and fly with you to the next world tour stop." He pulled you into a hug

you hadn't seen him for what had been the longest 1 month, 4 days, and 3 hours of your entire life since you last found out he was your soulmate during the last filming for show champ

yes you kept count

yep you were that girlfriend

hey that's what happens when you find your soulmate, anytime spent apart felt like forever

seriously the time dragged on without him

you never really noticed how much you missed him

before you had seen him often on music shows

now of course you hadn't seen him for a while cause of the tour

but he was always on your mind

and now he was in front of you

holding you in his warm embrace, an actual person, not just a face or voice through a phone

you hugged him tightly, sighing slightly at how comfortable it all felt

"We're going to miss the flight lets go!"

and you both took off towards the security station to check your bags -until you both settled into the plane seats

him giving you the window spot so you could look out

you excitedly looked out the window into the night sky, the lights along the takeoff platform flashing

grabbing onto Seokmin's arm tightly when the plane took off

and him laughing at your reaction and taking your hand in his

drawing little hearts on your palm while you asked about the concerts and about how he's doing

"It's tiring but I had so much fun and I'm so thankful to all our carats!"

or him asking about your life

even though you guys call everyday and talk

all the tiny details flew out of you as you talked about the prep for the Diamond edge special and how you selected the crew specifically

and as you talked about how you had filmed some carats who had seen the diamond edge in Seoul

you hear heavier breathing and feel Seokmin's head fall on your shoulder

his hand still holding yours in his

his breathing slow

"Guess you must be tired." You giggle

and you ruffle his hair a bit as he sleeps on your shoulder

before you fall asleep too

the both of you sleeping on the plane side-by-side

his head gently resting on your shoulder and your head resting gently on top of his

the flight attendant walking past the two of you thinking you're both the cutest couple she's ever seen

the whole filming process and the concerts felt like a dream

the two of you walking in a foreign place trying all the different foods

holding hands wherever you go

looking at all the local shops for little keepsakes to buy

you getting to film parts of Svt's concerts

but mostly you just staring at how incredible they were at performing

but especially Seokmin

and when it was time to go home

you didn't want to leave

didn't want to leave the walking the streets of foreign places

the late night runs to the hotel's vending machine for snacks

and all the giggling at the other Svt members sleeping

but Seokmin was going to go back with you and you would have a whole week together before he'd have to go to the next leg of the tour

and so in that week

you both tried doing it all

literally having all the dates

going for boba tea every afternoon in one of those really cool boba tea places

where they have board games and Jenga to play as well as popcorn chicken, waffles, ice cream, and ramen

stealing sips from each other's drinks

"hey get your own!"

"yours tastes better though!"

"it's the same thing Seokmin!"

holding hands to walk into Starbucks in the morning to buy coffee

taking cute selcas together even though you can't yet post on SNS

"What did the company decide about the soulmates?" You say nonchalantly stirring your tea

"well now that everyone's found theirs, they're going to have to make a press conference for all of us. We have to tell the fans but they'll understand, our carats are the best." His eyes sparkled talking about his fans and you loved it

"Won't your fans rampage, I mean since you're super good looking and you got stuck with me as a soulmate." You laugh

he grabs your hand tightly making you jump a little in surprise

"You're beautiful and amazing ok? Our fans understand, after all they all have soulmates out there too."

he must have felt the insecurity you felt behind your joking comment

but the added empathy and feeling of happiness when he told you that

made the both of you smile

"Plus you're so pretty how could they rampage?"

"Mmkay Seokmin, whatever you say." You laugh

you hadn't met all the members' soulmates then though you knew you were the last in svt

you and Seokmin weren't together as long as the rest of them, but you felt impossibly happy

every piece seemed to click

and you were happy to finally get time to spend with him

walking along the streets to look at all the stuff for sale

you trying on a pair of sunglasses that makes him smile brightly at you in the way you love so much

"I'll need these sunglasses if you keep blinding me with that smile Seokshine."

"Stop omo, y/n."

buying matching sunglasses

until a shop plays boom boom

and you both burst out laughing and he pulls your arm and starts teaching you the choreo. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Freaking. Shop.

pumping his chest at the chorus "boom boom" part

making you bend over with laughter

and the shop owner to come over to the both of you

"You guys are such a cute couple!"

"Thank you." You hide a smile

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asks Seokmin

and you both laugh

"I get told I look like that Dokyeom guy from Seventeen"

you smack his arm, dying

the shop lady just winks at the two of you and turns away before the both of you break into a fit of giggles

you both wander from shop to shop looking at stuff

"We should get those keychains that I promised last time." You smile at him while linking your arm with his, a skip in your step

"I have a better idea"

he drags you into this tiny jewelry shop on a corner

"What the heck Seokmin?"

he laughs ignoring you and turns to the staff there

"I called earlier about my order?"

"Ah yes sir please wait a moment." They go into the back room

"What order Lee Seokmin?!?!"

"You'll see."

and you watch as the employee brought out a pair of matching rings from a display case in the back

placing it in front of the both of you

as you look closer you see they're couple rings

one is a crescent moon with your initials on it

and the other is a sun with L.S. Engraved on it

Seokmin lightly takes your hand and the sun ring, gently helping you put it on your ring finger

and he puts on the moon one with your initials

"Look they match and everything!"

he smiles at you shyly and you feel the nervousness he's feeling

wondering if you'll like it until it feels like his heart might burst

trying to scan your emotions for your response

until he feels the immense amount of happiness as you look down at the ring and start tearing up at how pretty it is

"Seokmin..."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course!!!!"

"Good because no refunds"

"Omg stop!"

"Hehe I got the hyungs to help me pick it."

"When did you...?"

"yesterday morning when you were filming something."

"It's beautiful thank you."

"not as beautiful as you." He laughed

"Staaaahhhpppp!"

"By the way this isn't an engagement ring no, that ring will be different."

you blush, smacking his arm flustered

"YAH!!! You!!!"

"I'm just joking." He chuckled pulling you in to hug you

"Don't look at anyone else now. Even all the cute idol boys who will call you PD-nim and noona."

"Yah Lee Seokmin, I'm not that old!"

he pulls away to look at you before placing a kiss on your cheek

"You're mine though." He says giving his signature smile

and you both wear the rings out as you walk

holding hands and talking about anything and everything

the sun starting to set in the evening as you walk towards the Han river

"Oh one more surprise!!"

he pulls you over to an area by the Han river

where there's a picnic blanket and food packed

"Seokmin when did you have time for all this???"

"Well I'm leaving soon again for diamond edge and I wanted to make the most of our time."

he pulls you down to sit next to him on the blanket

"there's kimchi, kimbap, anything you want to eat."

"Did you ask Mingyu for this?"

"HEY I DON'T RELY ON MINGYU FOR EVERYTHING."

you giggle and unwrap some of the plastic wrap to eat

and you both eat the food happily while looking up at the gradually darkening sky

"The fireworks show should start soon."

he points out toward a barge and the crowd of people sitting by the river

and you rest both your hands on the blanket and look up at the stars

and he scoots closer to sit next to you wrapping an arm around you

and that moment is when the first brightly colored burst of firework sets off in the sky

and you gasp at how pretty it all is and point up at the sky

leaning yourself against Seokmin's chest

just enjoying the beautiful scene and the fireworks booming and exploding in the sky to the time of your rapid heart beats

and you turn to look up at his face

and you reach gently to kiss his lips when he turns to look down and meet your gaze

your lips meeting right as another round of fireworks goes off

your heart rapidly beating in your chest rivaling the sounds of the fireworks

and both your emotions just being a happy mess that can't be described in words

as you stay there in that blissful moment

lips gently on each other's with the sky lighting up in colors above you

until you pull away blushing snuggling up into his chest again

your emotions you both felt from each other explaining more in that moment than talking ever could

it was perfect

the sky was bright with reds, blues, yellows

fading gently

The Seventeen Soulmate Series

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

~ admin jess

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years

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The Green-Eyed Doctor

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Summary: Reader gets in a bad accident and is put under the care of Dr. Winchester during her stay...

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language, car accident

A/N: I’m in love with doctor Dean now. Quote for this one was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”…

You could feel the pain before you opened your eyes. It just hurt absolutely everywhere, like every bruise, cut and scrape you’d endured through life had come together at once and multiplied by a thousand. Opening your eyes you were blinded by bright light, trying to blink it away. You went to move your hand to rub your eye but found you couldn’t, strapped down to something.

“Woah, calm down sweetheart,” said a deep voice as you struggled and made jolts of anguish shoot through nerves you didn’t even know you had. “Relax, we’re going to take care of you. Now can you tell me your name?”

You blinked a few more times and scrunched up your face, still trying to get your bearings.

“I’m Dr. Dean Winchester,” he said, taking a second to stop whatever it was he was doing and look down at you, a pair of green eyes meeting yours. “Can you tell me your name sweetheart?”

“Y-Y/N,” you said weakly, the one word alone sapping all of your energy from you. He smiled and said something to someone else, your straps undone as they moved you from one table to another, pulling a groan out of you. Your little car never stood a chance against that tractor trailer that decided to cross four lanes of highway and come at you head on. “Other drive...”

“Bumps and bruises. Let’s focus on you, Y/N,” said the doctor. Your head got dizzy and some alarm started going off. Shit, that didn’t feel right.

“Dying?” you asked, barely catching his coat sleeve. He gave you a gentle smile.

“As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you, promise,” he said. “Let’s get her into OR 7 and prepped to go people.”

You still felt like you were dying but at least you didn’t feel covered in sticky blood anymore. You flashed open your eyes to find yourself in a dimly lit room, the sun trying to peak in through the blinds. It only took you about two seconds to realize you were in intensive care, the big room to yourself and the thousand machines strapped to you more than giving it away.

“Hey, you woke up sooner than I expected,” said the man you just noticed at the end of your bed. He looked tired in his blue scrubs as he jotted something down on a chart.

“De...” you said before your throat felt drier than the desert.

“Here you go,” he said, grabbing the pitcher of water from the other side of the room and pouring it in your cup, picking up one of the straws and sticking it in. “Slow sips.”

You took a few at first, eventually getting larger ones until that small act exhausted you.

“Dean,” you said, finishing your statement from before. He smiled.

“I’m surprised you remember that,” he said with a chuckle. “How you feeling?” he asked, putting two fingers on your wrist and looking at his watch for a moment before looking at the monitors.

“Crappy,” you croaked out.

“Well that’s not good. It’s my job to get you not crappy,” said Dean with a smile.

“Cute,” you said, shivering as you noticed the chill in the room. “Can I have a blanket?”

“I’m sorry Y/N. We have to get your fever down first. Hopefully end of today it’ll be low grade and we can get you feeling warmer again,” he said. You shivered again and he looked heartbroken.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said. “I’m not some broken thing.”

“I know. That attitude is good too for PT,” he said, putting your chart back down.

“What’s wrong with me?” you asked.

“You really should get some rest Y/N. We can talk about it later if you’d like,” said Dean. You scowled and he sighed. “Broken ribs, large lacerations to the arms and chest with deep penetrating ones near your heart, nearly punctured lung, partially severed veins in your lower limbs, a concussion, various scrapes and bruises...your toes are probably the only thing that don’t hurt right now,” he joked.

“Thank you,” you said, Dean pouring you another glass of water and moving it over to where you could get it on your own.

“I’ll have a nurse come in soon. Get some sleep and I’ll be back later today.”

You were ready to kill someone with the agony you were in. Where the fuck was your pain killers? Nearly all day when you weren’t sleeping you were mashing the nurse button but the doctor hadn’t prescribed you any.

“Hello Y/N, how are-”

“Prescription, write it now, please,” you said, seeing his eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck,” he said, scrambling from the room. Two minutes later he was back with a morphine bag. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I was writing one this morning and...shit I left it in your chart.”

“Just hurry up,” you whined, your hands hurting from clawing into the sheets all day. It took a moment but soon you felt a small wave of relief hit you. “Oh that’s so much better.”

“I’m sorry. I really am. I went home to bed and came back without looking at my phone and...shit they’re supposed to get someone else if I’m not here to do it,” he said, pissed at himself and the whole damn hospital now.

“On the bright side, I feel fucking amazing now,” you said. “You should try this stuff.”

“I apologize Y/N. It won’t happen again.”

Dr. Winchester was very attentive of you after that incident, checking on you often throughout the days, saying hi when you were walking in the halls to get your strength back, occasionally eating his lunch with you. Thankfully your legs weren’t as bad as they feared and you were told you could be running a marathon soon. Not like you would have done that anyways.

“How’s my favorite patient doing today?” asked Dean, stopping in your room and grabbing your chart.

“I’m moving from ICU this afternoon. I’m bustin’ out of this joint soon Dean,” you said.

“Good. I love seeing you everyday but I would prefer it not be with you in a hospital bed,” said Dean. You tilted your head, wondering if he meant it to come out that way. Dean had grown more flirty with you lately but you’d always thought that was his natural personality coming through.

“So I can go home soon?” you asked, so used to Dean picking up your arms and bending them this way and that you just talked when he started doing his thing.

“We’ll pop you to a normal room for three days or so and then you can head home as long as you have someone there. Otherwise we’ll probably keep you four or five,” said Dean. You groaned and he chuckled, sitting down on your bed. “What, you don’t want to go home?”

“If you hadn’t noticed Dean no one came to visit me. That means two more days of staring at these pale blue walls,” you said. Dean sighed, opening his mouth but closing it. You knew what he wanted to say but that wasn’t his place.

“A few more days sweetheart and you’ll be able to take care of yourself.”

You were lying on your couch in your dusty apartment. It hadn’t been cleaned in who knew how fucking long. You glanced over to your kitchen, the to-do list stuck on your fridge of chores you were supposed to do that day you got in your accident long and probably never getting done.

“Clean up apartment, yeah that ain’t happening,” you said, forcing yourself to sit up. It’d been easier when someone was helping. You weren’t afraid to struggle some but your house was a freaking mine field compared to the nice clean hospital. Your phone rang and you growled at yourself for leaving it on the kitchen counter.

Carefully you slid over to the end of the couch, pushing off the arm rest and standing. You managed to grab the phone on the last ring.

“Hello?” you asked, taking a step straight into an empty box and falling face first onto your tile floor. “Ow.”

“Y/N? This is Dr. Winchester. Are you alright?” he asked.

“I fell,” you said, breathing hard. “I’m fine. Just sore.”

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?” he asked and you laughed.

“No Dean. I’m okay. I banged my knee mostly,” you said, sitting up against your cabinets, inspecting your throbbing leg. “What’s up?”

“I was just checking in after you checked out this morning. Besides the fall how is everything going?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you said. “Not looking forward to going back to work.”

“You aren’t cleared to return to work Y/N,” said Dean. Shit, he wasn’t supposed to know about that. “You know that.”

“Yeah, I know I’m just saying in the long term ya know?” you said. He was silent on the other end.

“Don’t go to work tomorrow,” he said. You rolled your eyes. How could he possibly understand? He made good money and had good insurance. You were lucky you were covered for what had happened but if you didn’t get back to work soon...”Doctor’s orders.”

“I won’t go to work tomorrow, Dean.”

“Y/N, how not lovely to see you again,” said Dean, walking into your hospital room. “I distinctly remember you saying yesterday that you wouldn’t be going to work.”

“I had to. I need the money and my insurance...my boss said I had to get back,” you said.

“Yeah well whoever your boss is deserves an ass kicking,” said Dean, looking over your chart. “Exhaustion and you hit your head again. Y/N I wanted to see you again but not like this.”

“It doesn’t matter, I got fired anyways,” you said. “I’ll be in medical debt forever if you don’t discharge me today.”

“Not happening,” said Dean, pulling out his flashlight and holding up his finger. You knew the routine by now and he had a scowl when he finished. “You have some puffiness around your eyes. We should have another scan to make sure-”

“I’ve been crying okay? Please just leave me alone Dean,” you said, turning on your side away from him.

“Get some rest. I’ll check back later,” he said, pulling up your blanket and turning off the light as he left.

You were home again, back on the couch, only now you were trying to figure out what the hell you were supposed to do. You could look for a job but Dean or your other doctor weren’t clearing you for weeks that was for sure. You could only thank your other doctor that he let you go home a few hours ago so you wouldn’t have to deal with any medical bills.

A knock came at your door and you frowned. You waited and hoped they would go away. They knocked again and you huffed, standing up too fast but not caring as you flung your door open.

“What!” you said, staring at a pair of blue scrubs.

“Bad day?” asked Dean, taking a step back. You breathed hard for a moment, Dean’s hand raising up to hand you a bag. “You didn’t go to the pharmacy.”

“I can’t afford it,” you said. “I’ll take feeling like crap for a while over the debt.”

“Just take the medicine, Y/N. It’s covered,” said Dean, thrusting the bag forward.

“You did not pay for this,” you said, crossing your arms, refusing to accept it.

“Fine I didn’t pay for it. Shit you can be as stubborn as hell, can’t you? You’ve had a really rough go of it these past few months. I’m just trying to help you not have some more,” said Dean.

“I don’t think it’s very professional of you to do something like this,” you said, un-fisting one of your hands, feeling the bag be shoved under it.

“I like you, sue me,” he said. “Is that your apartment? It’s a mess.”

“Sorry, spring cleaning wasn’t on the top of my list of crap to deal with today,” you said, walking away.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked. You shrugged. “You have no food?”

“Everything is expired. The grocery store is closed. I’ll go tomorrow,” you said. Dean was shaking his head in your doorway.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” he said, pulling your front door shut.

“Yeah right.”

“I know you’re in there,” said Dean an hour later, after you’d ignored his knocking for a few minutes. Reluctantly you got up and answered. Dean was in jeans and a flannel, carrying a big bag full of tupperware containers.

“What is-”

“Food for the next few days. Just pop them in the oven or microwave. There’s a note with how long to cook them each,” said Dean. “Get your strength back. Now can I come in please?”

“Not like you’d take no for an answer,” you said, waving him in after you.

“What would you like? I made some comfort food, mashed potatoes and mac n’ cheese if you want,” he said, pulling out the top container from the bag.

“Go for it,” you said, pointing over to your kitchen before sitting down on your couch. You shut your eyes as you listened to him move about. But he kept moving and kept moving to the point where you were getting annoyed at the noise. “What-”

He was fucking cleaning your apartment for you.

“There are in home nurses that would normally help with this but I’m already here,” said Dean when he caught your stare.

“Remember that unprofessional thing?” you said, Dean smiling to himself.

“You want me gone just say the words and I’ll leave you be,” said Dean, picking up some boxes and putting them in a pile near your door to go out. You sighed and he laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

“Why are you even helping me?” you asked.

“Maybe cause I like you?” said Dean with a smile. You nestled into your couch as he worked away, cleaning up the dust and sweeping up the floor, tossing the old food in the trash and bundling it up to go out as well.

“You do this for all your patients?” you asked, sniffing the air as the thought of hot food made you smile.

“Nope. Just you,” he said. He made his way back into the kitchen, taking out the food as the timer went off. Before you knew it, you had a plate on your kitchen table and you were hopping up for a bite. “Slower next time.”

“You got it doc,” you said, sitting down and diving in, only feeling a little strange at being the only one eating. It’d been a lifetime since you had an actual home cooked meal. You glanced around your apartment and found it now free of any obstacles to trip on, no longer musty smelling in there either.

“You need anything else tonight?” he asked. You shook your head between bites. Dean stood, grabbed a notepad and started jotting down a few things. “I got to run to the grocery store in the morning. I can pick up what you want around here in case you get sick of my cooking.”

“This is fucking phenomenal,” you said, scarfing down the last of your food. “I can make it on my own.”

“Says the woman who isn’t allowed to drive for two weeks,” he said. “You going to hulk out and carry it all?” he teased.

“Fine. You can help me until my concussion is gone and I’m able to drive again, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Eh, what’s up doc?” you said a few weeks later, Dean laughing the way he always did when you answered his calls.

“Do you want to have dinner at my place tonight? We always eat over at yours. I figured maybe you wanted to-”

“Sure. I’d love to see you work in a kitchen that’s not the size of a closet,” you said.

“Swing by in about thirty,” he said. He was there in twenty five, still in scrubs and a little sweaty from his long shift.

“Surgery today?” you asked, walking down the stairs outside without his help but his hand there to catch you in case.

“Yeah, car accident. Got hit head on. Her car took the brunt of it. It wasn’t life threatening like you,” he said.

“Wait, life...you never told me that,” you said, pausing at his car. He walked around the other side of the Impala and slid in. You followed suit and repeated your statement.

“You don’t tell people when they come in on death’s door that they’re probably not going to make it. You just say you’ll try your best,” said Dean, pulling out of your small lot and onto the road.

“That’s not what you told me,” you said.

“I know,” said Dean.

“Then why’d you say it?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I just did,” he said. “What’s the big deal?”

“You shouldn’t promise people in my situation that you’re going to save them,” you said.

“I don’t. I just did it the once with you,” he said, resting his head on his propped up elbow.

“Why?” you asked softly. Dean sighed and put both hands back on the wheel.

“I don’t know Y/N. I just did it,” he said. “How’d PT go today?” he asked, getting off the topic.

You told him how you were doing better, thanks to him pulling some strings and getting you in at no cost. He was happy to hear how you found a work from home job that was flexible with your hours, had good benefits and paid decent enough that you’d start at next week. By the time you’d got done talking you were pulling into his parking lot.

He led you over to the door and inside, pointing out the stairs or elevator. He was on the third floor but you knew you could handle it. He was smiling when you turned around at the top.

“Three months ago you couldn’t take a step without some help,” he said. “Told you you’d get there.”

“I have a very attentive doctor,” you teased, following him down the hall and into a nice apartment. It was bigger and nicer than yours but it wasn’t fancy, not that you’d expect that from the guy that showed up in plaid everyday.

“I’m going to pop dinner in the oven and take a fast shower if you don’t mind,” he said. “You can watch TV or whatever,” he said, waving you over to the couch. “There’s a half bath over there,” he said, pointing at an open door as he messed about in the kitchen.

“Gotcha,” you said, taking a seat on his couch and practically moaning. Shit you should have been a doctor for a couch like that.

“Y/N? Want some food sleepy head?” he teased as he shook you awake.

“Sorry,” you said sitting up from where you’d fallen asleep while dinner cooked.

“S’kay. I figured the extra stairs might take it out of you,” he said. He was in a pair of sweats and a black tee, helping you up and over to his kitchen table.

“Oh I love your mashed potatoes,” you said, smiling when you took a seat.

“Y/N, we...I’m your friend right? I’m not just your overly concerned doctor to you?” he asked, sitting across from you.

“Yeah Dean, you’re my friend. What’s going on?” you asked. He shifted in his seat and shrugged.

“Just checking,” he said. “I know you’re pretty independent now. You don’t need me to help. I just don’t want to stop hanging out is all.”

“That depends,” you said, hoping you weren’t going too far. “Are you finally going to ask me out?”

“I wanted us to to be friends first,” said Dean. You smiled and he returned it. “Would you like to go on a date with me Y/N?”

“Yes, I would like that very much,” you said.

“Can this be our first date?” he asked, smirking with big bright eyes.

“Yes. You had this planned all along didn’t you,” you said. “That’s why we had dinner here.”

“Hard to plan a surprise first date in someone else’s apartment ya know,” he joked. “I like you Y/N. A lot.”

“I like you too Dean. You’ve helped in more ways than you’ll ever know,” you said.

“I told you once before, as long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you. I intend on keeping that promise,” said Dean. He smiled when you tilted your head at him. “What?”

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Go to the park maybe,” you asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that. We can have a picnic if you want,” he said, the hope in his eyes that you were talking about another date.

“Looking forward to it.”

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Protector pt.2

Derek x Reader

Summary: Strange things begin to happen out of nowhere

Warnings: a little smutty in the middle ;)

A/N: Hope you all enjoy~ this is going to be quite a long series… I hope. ^•^

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Lydia

The girls hair was pulled into a bun as she ran. She reached a cement wall and turned, holding her taser gun up. She looked around furiously until her eyes landed on the target, she shot, a thud sounded as whatever she was aiming at dropped. She turned when she heard a sound and reached for another weapon. She screamed

“Lydia!” Stiles shook me awake. I was screaming, I shot up, breathing heavily.

“She’s in danger, Stiles” I looked out the window, watching the rain.

“Who? Who’s in danger?” I didn’t respond, I didn’t know her. “Kira? Malia?” Stiles was rubbing my shoulders and I leaned into him, finally allowing myself to lay down and melt into his arms.

“No, not them. They’re okay” A few minutes passed and we were both nearing sleep.

“[Y/N]….” I whispered as I drifted off. ——————– Ugh. The work day was going by extremely slowly. It was 7:30 in the morning when you were called in to work, apparently Janie’s car broke down and no one else was answering. You yawned as you read the book Infront of you and were surprised to see Shirlene in front of you with two coffees in hand.

“Heeeyyy, [Y/N]” she handed you one of the coffee cups. “I didn’t know what you would like so I just went and got you the one that sounded the fanciest.” She smiled and took a sip of her own. “Figured you’re one of those big city types” her southern drawl was much nicer than her husband’s.

“Thanks so much, Shirlene. Wow, that was so nice of you” you smiled at her and she looked around, commenting on your workplace.

You and Shirlene spent over an hour talking, she did most of it, which was nice. Shirlene was the type of person who knew everything about everyone, but she just couldn’t peg you and Derek. It bothered her, it showed.

“Did you hear about that poor little black boy that they found out in the woods near the highway?” She shook her head

“No, what happened?” you quirked your head

“ Well, I use little sparingly. He was actually pretty big, maybe bout 6'4? Handsome as can be… If I were ten years younger” She went a little off subject “Anyway, they found his dead body with some kinda bite mark on his hip and he had this black liquid comin’ out his eyes and nose and all” she pointed to the corresponding body parts. "His poor mama, havin’ ta bury her son" she shook her head.

You and Shirlene talked a bit more but she left a while after. Your shift was almost over when Janie came in to pick up the rest of it, apparently her tires had popped which was strange because she was so excited about getting them placed on last week. New tires don’t pop. You lingered in the shop, talking to Janie when Derek walked in, you walked over to him.

“Is this going to be an everyday occurrence?” You joked with him. He said nothing and pulled you to him.

“We need to go.” He said once you pulled away from each other. You said your goodbyes as you walked out the door.

Derek ushered you into the truck and tossed your bike in the back before getting in. Once you arrived to the trailer you looked at Derek quizzically, your hands on your hips.

“Something’s happening” his lip pressed into a line.

“Well I figured that.” You gave him a ‘duh’ look.

“No, something’s happening and I don’t know what it is” he looked at you seriously, it was a stare that made you straighten up.

“Well, tell me how you’re involved and maybe I can help.” You touched his arm lightly. “Is this about the dead body?” He furrowed his brows.

“How do you know about that? What do you know about that?” He tilted his head.

“Okay so, Shirlene came by today and we talked for a little, so her cousin’s fiance is a nurse…” He was smiling at you, amused, but, you knew he wanted you to get to the point.

So you told him everything you knew about the kid. He was a teenager,maybe seventeen, on the more poor side of town, even worse than the trailer park. He lived with his mom and he was kind of a loner. Derek sat down hearing the story, he began tapping his foot. You continued, he had a bite mark on his hip and black stuff was coming out of his ears,eye, and nose, his veins were a bit discolored as well. Derek’s eyes began to water, he only let a few tears fall, you almost swore you saw them turn an odd shade of blue for a second. Must be the lighting, it wasn’t the first time it the light hit his eyes that way. You stood Infront of him and he rested his head on your stomach as you rubbed his back and his shoulders.

“This has happened before. Not this exact thing but, something” he told you after he pulled away, you sat next to him.

“I can’t tell you everything but, I can tell you something.” He inhaled. “Someone’s trying to get my attention right now. I don’t know who it is or why” he rubbed your leg.

“How does a dead teenager get to you?” You were confused as to how he tied in to all this.

“I just, I knew a guy once” he had a look that begged for no more questions. You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I have to go.” He muttered after a while.

“I know” even though you knew, it didn’t stop you from looking at him with pleading eyes. You needed him here. He took your head in his hands and kissed you softly, licking your bottom lip lightly. The moan that escaped your lips gave him the okay to intertwine his tongue with yours, your lips began moving together for a while longer before he pulled away.

“Oh God. We’re the people that make out while the killer’s on our trail” you groaned and he laughed.

“I’ll be back before nightfall.” He pulled a bag from under the sink and handed you a jar of some black dust. “Okay, so remember when we moved in together last year?” You nodded. “Remember how I told you that our apartment was lined with that stuff?” You nodded again. “Okay, so is this trailer. You remember what to do right?” He turned to you

“Yes, Derek, I’m not five. I remember” you huffed, trying not to be annoyed.

“I’m just making sure. And it isn’t enough to just do it. You have to believe it’ll work.” You sighed

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little freaked out, I have no idea what’s going on” He still wasn’t telling you very much.

“I know, but you have to trust me.” He wrapped you into his arms. “You have to trust me.” He whispered into your hair.

“I do” you told him honestly, letting him go. You had to show him that you were strong.

“Don’t let anyone but me in. Absolutely no one” he said before kissing your lips and forehead.

As soon as he left you dropped the black ash in front of the door and closed all the windows, dropping the shades as you did. Of course you felt a little odd doing this at one in the afternoon but you had no choice. About three hours later you’d heard someone walking around the trailer. You moved slowly, peeking out the window, you saw Katrina, the weird girl from the potluck, as she looked in the windows of your truck, you found it odd that Derek didn’t take it. She walked to the trailer and peaked in the front window, she couldn’t see anything and she huffed knocked on your door.

“[Y/N], honey? It’s me, Katrina?” What did she want? “I wanted to apologise for my behavior at the potluck!” You watched her as she jiggled the handle to the trailer, trying to open the door. She failed and groaned as she began walking away she pulled out her cell phone. What the hell? —— By the time sunset hit you’d already finished your book and were running out of things to do. You almost fell asleep, clutching your pepper spray and pocket knife until you heard your gravel kick up, you began to sit up.

“[Y/N]!” It sounded like Derek but it was almost a gutteral growl. “Baby open the door and pick up he ash” he told you, you shot up and did as he said. The door swung open and pulled you close. “Who was here?” He said as he pulled away and began inspecting you. How did he know? How did he always know?

“Katrina…Oddly enough” you furrowed your brows.

“Potluck bitch?” He furrowed his and you nodded. “What?” He murmured.

“Right? She said she wanted to apologise…What’d you find out?” You wanted to hear his news.

“Well, the black stuff is my worst fear, there are only a few people who know about this,” he lifted your Mason jar. “Very few. People who live in my world use it for a specific purpose” he began to pace.

“To inhibit” you slowly took a seat on the couch.

“Exactly. This was in his veins… I’ve only seen this happen once.” He looked at the jar.

“What is it?” You took the jar out of his hand

“It’s called mountain ash. It comes from a very special tree, it keeps a certain type of…Blood out.” It was so strong that it would Keenan entire body out? You decided so save that question for later.

“How do you get mountain ash in your veins?” You whispered tilting the jar in the light. —- After an evening of leftover spaghetti and trying to piece together what was happening with the little information that Derek was giving you, you were curled up against Derek with him making circles on your hip with his finger.

“Evennwith all this..It’s nice having you home at night” you whispered.

“It’s nice being home. I can’t wait until this is every night” he cupped your ass gently after you hummed in agreement. You were both quiet for a few minutes

“Are you a spy?” You blurted out.

“No.” He said with a light chuckle.

“Shame.” You sighed before rolling on your back, “be a lot hotter if you were” you smirked at him briefly.

“Oh?” He smiled with a raised eyebrow and leaned over you, kissing your neck. “I’m not hot, now?” He bit down on your collarbone, smirking at your moan.

“N-no–” you were cutoff by your own moan.

“No?” He grinned against your skin and took one of your taut nipples into his mouth.

“That’s not…What I meant” you said between heavy breaths.

“What did you mean?” He began kissing down your stomach. “Did you mean that I’m the most attractive man that you’ve ever laid eyes on?” He dipped his tongue in your belly button.

“Yes” you whispered

“Or did you mean that I’m so handsome that everytime you think about me you get so hot and so wet that you’re nearly dripping when I get home?” He pulled your shorts down and kissed your thighs.

“Yes” you moaned out, arching your back at the sensation.

“Tell me, my love” he began to undo his pants, you bit your lip as you heard them fall. He positioned himself between your legs. “What did you mean?” He growled and you moaned loudly. —- You’d like to mark the next day as uneventful but that just isn’t how things work now, is it? You spent a majority of the morning hanging out with Derek, making breakfast together and playing cards. You were off today so you could spend your day like you usually did when Derek wasn’t busy and you were off. Well, not completely usual, you needed a break from the past two nights.

Hell broke loose when Derek came back from the store with no items and a tight jaw. Apparently there was another death - another murder - this time the girl was blonde she had some type of heart condition, she didn’t have very many friends. She was also a teenager. She’d had the exact same black liquid coming from her eyes, mouth, and ears.

“This is not what I came here for.” His voice was dangerously low. “I don’t have time for this.” He gripped the table tightly, his breathing labored. He was turned away from you, his body bent into a fighting stance.

“Derek..” you said softly, he slowly had his breathing back to normal as your hands rubbed his back.

Slowly, one by one he began to go back to himself. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled and turned around to pull you into a hug.

“It’s okay, I know you’re stressed.” You mumbled into his chest.

“You have no idea.” He grumbled and pushed your hair behind your ear and began to nibble at it. “I think I broke the table” he whispered. You pushed away from him and punched his chest.How the fuck does one man break so much furniture?

“Again?!” He just looked away sheepishly.

“Stay here.” Derek said and walked out of the trailer down the gravel path quickly. You watched through the window, it was Bobby and Rachel from the other night.

“We just wanted to wish y'all a happy travel for wherever you may go in life” Rachel seems like she smoke a lot of weed. What? You opened the door and walked over to them.

“You’re leaving?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Honey, in my experience when people start dyin’. You wanna get outta there before you’re the next body on the banner.” Bobby shrugged. You nodded and wished them luck before they left.

“I have to go tonight” he clenched his fist waiting for the disappointed with that you usually have to accompany the sentence, but it didn’t come.

When nightfall came Derek had given you the mountain ash and you lined the front door once he left. It was one in the morning and Katrina was at your door again. This time a blind man came along with her. You watched from your window.

“She’s in there, I can smell her” his voice was sinister.

“[Y/N]! Come out and Play” she yelled at my trailer. “Don’t you sorry, you won’t get hurt too bad.” She was walking around in a dizzy circle. “Well. That’s a lie..But! You won’t die” she tapped a finger on her chin. “Mmm… That might be a lie, too” she giggled evilly. Suddenly the blind man’s was snapped to your window. You backed away, breathing heavily.

“Come darling, we have more important things to do,” the man told Katrina. “Let’s leave the gifts.” You heard a thump and a screeching noise. You peeked out of the window again and saw they’d left something in the bed of your truck and what looked like a spiral on your window.

About an hour after Derek called to you loudly and you picked up your mountain ash and threw the trailer open. You saw Derek, heaving. He was pissed, he looked at you, his face so tightly wound that you thought he’d rip. You ran to each other and he lifted you off the ground.

“You’re okay” he kissed you all over your face. You looked into each other’s eyes for what could have been an eternity but, it only lasted a couple of minutes.

When you contained yourselves, you walked over to the truck and covered your nose at the stench radiating off of it. Derek stepped in front and lifted the paper that was on top, a bow prominently displayed.

“Where is he?” He mumbled, reading the paper and lifting the blanket that covered the contents. Derek covered your mouth as soon as you began your scream. It was a dead teenage boy, well, what was left. It looked like it had been buried for months, his body was already decomposing, his blonde hair leaving patchy bald spots, he looked like he’d been dug up. You pointed the spiral on your car window out to Derek and he let out a literal animalistic growl.

“Get in the trailer and get your things. I’ll take care of this.” He pushed you forward gently. “We’re leaving.” You knew not to ask questions. And to be honest you were to shocked to do anything, so you nodded at Derek and got to work.

What the hell had your life come to? Dead bodies just showing up at your doorstep? Fleeing town to town? Hunting town to town? You didn’t know what was going on and you wanted answers. But right now your life was in danger and the love of your life is out there growling and reburying bodies.

After you were done packing two duffle bags worth of clothes and keepsakes that you and Derek have collected over time, you tossed them in the truck bed where the dead teenager used to lye. Derek was just in time for you to push the backpack full of food and snacks in the front as he tossed in his ‘work bag’.

He kissed your hand as you drove down the road, watching the town fade in the rearview mirror. As soon as you’d put enough space between you and murder town, Derek pulled out his phone.

“Argent.” He said quickly. “We have a problem. Someone else is looking for Isaac” you watched with curious eyes, not realizing that your nails were digging into your hands. His voice had a grave tone as he said “Duecalion”

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