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into-crazy · 2 years ago

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More to the Madness Pt. 13

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader series

Summary: Joker is arrested and thrown in a holding cell at the MCU. You carry out your own mission to be there for when he breaks out.

Warnings- Mature language, violence, crime, mentions of murder, incorporated elements from TDK, ages 18+

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It's only been a few hours since Joker's been captured and taken to the Major Crimes Unit. He had surrendered easily without so much as a fight. Jim Gordon, who was presumed to he dead, was the one responsible for arresting him. Out of all the possible scenarios that could have turned out, it went the way it was anticipated. J wanted to get caught.

He had to get inside and retrieve Lau, who's locked up in there good and tight. Joker had made a deal with the Mob that he'd get them Lau, since he is the one that knows where all of their money is being kept. The only way to do that was to get inside the MCU, where Lau was held and protected at.

You figure J's currently working on his plan of escape, and he has until a certain time. As of right now, both Harvey Dent and his "squeeze" Rachel Dawes are tied up at two separate locations. They are in rooms filled with oil drums that are rigged to explode through a timer. Joker has to take the attention away from him so he can easily escape with Lau. That was his getaway plan, but also a twisted game to play on Batman. And now, you have to do your part and be there when J breaks out.

The clock's ticking. There's no room for any breaks or errors. You are moving as quickly and accurately as you can with the limited amount of time that you have.

There are a handful of police officers and detectives over at the MCU that could easily be bribed. With a solid arrangement, they'll do just about anything for a large sum of money. Luckily, J's goons already had a customer lined up for you. Derek Turner, a police officer on the verge of losing his house due to gambling debts. Turner was desperate so he immediately took the bait.

It's late into the night, and you are on your way to meet up with Turner now. You're on your own for this one, but that's not going to be a problem. Slung over your shoulder is a medium sized duffel bag- filled with fifty thousand dollars in cash. The agreement is set for officer Turner to arrest you and bring you into the building, in addition to prividing you with explicit details about the situation of Joker's lockup. At least.. that is how the officer thought it was going to go down. The real plan is you're going to knock him unconscious and hijack his police cruiser. Then you're going to use it to discreetly pick up J and Lau at the station. The police scanner will also serve as a useful tool in signaling when you should move.

Deep in between the alley of two apartment buildings is where you're set to meet. When you arrive at the location, you carefully enter the alleyway. Trying not to be heard or seen just yet. First, you have to find a spot where you can set up your device that would distract officer Turner.

As you come up on a corner, you stealthily peek around it to see if you can spot him. Sure enough, you find him waiting. A few yards away, perched on the hood of his cruiser while smoking a cigarette. You retract from the junction and look for a place to set your gadget. There's a large dumpster bin against the wall close to the edge of that corner. Figuring that's a suitable spot, you pull out the device from the duffle bag, which is a little plastic kitchen timer. It may not seen like much, but it'll ring loud enough to grab the officer's attention in case you need it to. You crouch down slightly by the bin, turn the dial to eight minutes, and set it on the lid of the dumpster. If you can't find an opening of your own to knock him unconscious within that timespan, then this timer will give you that chance.

You take a deep breath, then turn the corner. Walking with heavy steps to get his attention. He notices your arrival and flicks the cig onto the dirty floor.

"It's about time!" Turner huffs in annoyance. "You're alone, right?"

You walk near him and stop when you're a couple meters from him. "Mhm, just me."

He waves his hands at your attire. "You are not what I was expecting to show up. It's a bit much. But whatever, fuck it. You got the money?"

"Right here." You pat the duffle bag before slinging it from your shoulder and tossing it in his direction.

He catches it, opening it up to confirm that there's cash inside. Rummaging through the stacks of bills. "It all here?"

"It's all there," you affirm. "Now are you all set for your end?"

The officer sucks air through his teeth. "Yeah.. about that. You see, the stakes are really high right now. So I'm gonna need a little more than this before I go through with it."

His demand for more money makes you scoff. This man is obviously very greedy.. and stupid. You roll your eyes at him. "The deal was fifty. You can't alter it."

Turner's eyes scan your body and he sucks his tongue before speaking. "Another fifty. Or I'll walk, sweetheart."

What an asshole. It takes everything in you to hold back from launching your throwing knives at his smug fucking face. Instead, you pretend to ponder on his ridiculous demand. "Look, I don't have time for this. Now you can either accept what we agreed upon and carry out your end, or you can walk away and lose your house. So what's is going to be?"

Turner scoffs at you, "it's like that, huh? Well how about I just shoot you and take the money anyway?"

Oh, he threatened you. You ball your fists and glare angrily at him. He had to threaten you. If he wants to play this game with you, then fine. You smirk at him, "alright sure, you can go ahead and do that. But you should probably consider your family, officer Turner. You'd have to worry about some of the Joker's other- not so nice- henchmen paying them a visit. And believe me when I tell you that you wouldn't want that to happen. So yeah, it's like that."

"Fucking bitch! What are yo-" He spits sharply at you before being cut off.

"2450 Acadia Street, right?" You state apathetically.

His eyes widen, and he nearly croaks at the abrupt mention of his home address.

It's true that you and a select few of J's crew knew personal details about this officer. But it wouldn't be your call to actually bring any kind of harm to this man's family. You only want him to think that. The thing is, you have to find a way to get this cop to let his guard down. Because he's been on high alert since you've got here. Keeping his hand in close reach of his firearm in case he feels the need to use it. So like it or not, you need to be patient and wait for the opportunity to make your move. No matter how badly you want to just get it over with right now, you don't want to give him a reason to start shooting at you first.

After thinking it through to himself, Turner sighs. "Shit. Alright then.. alright. I'll do it."

"Hm, smart choice." You couldn't help but think you sounded like J in that moment. He must be rubbing off on you. "Well then, everything good to go?"

He quickly zips up the duffle bag and throws it over his shoulder. "All set."

"Good. Hide the bag and let's move."

You make your way over as he pops the truck of the police cruiser, watching him stash the money in a hidden spot. He tells you that you'll need to remove all of your weapons before he takes you in. You nod in agreement and begin withdrawing your weapons. The entire time, you're thinking about how the timer should be going off soon. You toss both of your throwing knives into the truck and go for your gun.

At that moment, the timer finally goes off in the distance. The noise is loud as is rattles against the dumpster lid, the ringing echoing throughout the alley. It instantly catches the officer's attention and he turns his head to look in that direction.

He's distracted, now's your chance!

Flipping your gun over, you pistol whip the officer. Effectively knocking him out.

"Crooked cops." You mutter to yourself, recollecting your knives and placing them back in their slots.

After making sure the officer was going to be out for a while, you take his handcuffs and cuff his hands together. You drag his unconscious body towards the building, placing him against the wall. He was never going to get any of the money, you figured he'd probably blow through it gambling again anyways. You then hurriedly make it back to the police cruiser. Slamming the trunk before getting into the car and driving away.

It's been almost an hour since you've sat here waiting. You are sitting in the police cruiser, parked about two blocks away from the MCU. So far, you've just been listening to the police scanner. Waiting for the signal to start moving. The longer you sit here, the more you think about how much farther you should've parked from the establishment. You worry that you might be too close to it. There's cops surrounding that place. You were smart enough to hide in a parking garage rather than parking on the street in plain sight. But still, you would very much like not getting caught.

Finally, you hear sirens going off in the distance. It sounds like a lot of them, too. You turn up the volume on the scanner and listen closely. Someone starts talking through the channel, you can easily make out that it's Jim Gordon's voice.

"All available units, converge at 250 52nd Street!"

That's your signal to move. Quickly, you turn on the car and exit the garage.

As you get closer to the MCU, you notice that there are no cops outside. Not in front of the building at least. There aren't any other police cruisers either, good thing you snagged this one. Most of the officers must have left with Gordon. Which works out wonderfully in your favor. You park directly across the street, then you duck your head and wait. If Joker is successful, then you know exactly what's going to come next.

Sure enough, a few moments later.. BOOM!

A massive explosion goes off inside the structure, bursting through all of the windows. You look up to see smoke and dust coming out from the broken windows.

"Oh shit!" You exclaim to yourself.

J did that. He really did that.

You pull the car up right in front of the building. That way, it's easier for J to see you when he comes out. If he does. You nervously tap your fingers on the steering wheel. That was a big explosion, you hope that J didn't get hurt by it. There is no movement that you can see inside. Your fingers continue tapping.

He is fine. He's smart and found cover.

A moment goes by, and there is still nothing. Meanwhile you are scanning all of your surroundings. You are making sure you're not spotted, and searching for any sign or sight of J. Then, you see a movement at the entrance of the building and let out a sigh of relief.

J emerges from the destruction. It's hot seeing him stide away from aftermath of the damage he's caused. He's got his usual attire on, though his trench coat is slung over his arm. His hair's wilder than usual and half of his greasepaint had come off. He also has a dusty police hat on his head which you find rather amusing. You were so focused on J, that you didn't even notice the other man with him. It's Lau, walking defeatedly with his hands cuffed behind his back.

You honk the horn and roll the window down to get J's attention. His eyes shoot towards your direction and a smile stretches across his face. He's got this look in his eyes which you would describe as proud. Of you or himself, that you are unsure. But something inside of you tells you that it's meant for you. So you grin back and wave him over. He harshly nudges Lau in your direction. The Chinese man looks beyond terrified, stumbling all the way over to the vehicle.

"Hey good looking, you need a ride?" You ask in a flirtatious manner.

J licks at his scars. "As a matter a fact, I do. Me and the squealer here." He pats Lau on the back, who visibly tenses at the touch.

You motion towards the backseat. "Well hop in. I'll give you a lift."

"My, what a doll."

J opens the backseat door and shoves Lau inside. He then takes the hat from his head, and carelessly flings it towards the building. A final touch to the devastation he's just caused. Much like how an artist adds the finishing touch to their creation. In this case, J is the artist and the shattered structure is one of his masterpieces. Talented is he in the craft of total chaos and destruction.

It's something you shouldn't admire about him, yet you do. You admire all of it.

"Scoot." He shoos Lau over to the otherside so he can get in. The man slides across the seat reluctantly, his eyes going wide as he watches J. He's clearly dreading the thought of being trapped in such a tight space with this dangerous man. J tosses the coat onto the middle seat and climbs inside. Once the door is shut, he signals for you to go. You throw the car in drive and floor it out of the area.

Joker sat in the back, listening attentively to the police scanner for an update on the Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes situation. Once he heard that Dent was the only one to make it out alive, he cackled in triumph. If that was the outcome, then things went precisely how he'd expected. He knew that Batman was going to go after Rachel. But J still has big plans for Dent. So he had intentionally switched their locations when he told Batman where to find them. The vigilante never stand a chance against the Joker's cruel game.

You peek at him through the rear view mirror. "Went as you wanted, J?"

"Went as expected." He states rather plainly. "That Batman's got a good right hook."

"He hit you?" The question came out of your lips quick and concerned. However, J just laughs it off as nothing.

"Sure did." He stretches his limbs to the best of his ability in the space he's in. "Now, I've been cooped up in that place for a while. How about I tell ya all the juicy details later?"

"Sounds good." You reply smoothly.

A satisfied hum leaves his lips. "Great. So let's get this party going, huh. I want ya to drive this car like ya stole it. Because you did."

You give a jaunty nod in response. "Yes sir."

A surge of adrenaline rushes through your body as you pick up a higher speed. You even turn the siren on to let all the other drivers know to stay out of your way. Because you were definitely blowing past stop lights and swerving around cars. J seemed to be enjoying himself, while Lau sat back there looking scared for his life.

The smell of the explosion was heavy on them both. Smoke and gunpowder. It began to permeate the inside of the car. J has you roll both of the back windows down to air it out. But of course, being the unpredictable man that he is, J stuck his entire upper half out of the window! Initially it startled you, because he just did it without a warning.

You view him through the side mirror. Watching his hair blowing wildly in the wind, the way he licks at his lips and how his bare forearm tenses as he grips onto the car. Now that's the look of a guy who'd just escaped police custody. Damn does he makes it look so good. J shakes his head around like a dog, and in that moment you have to force yourself to focus on the road before you end up crashing the car. That'd be a real mood killer.

End of Part 13.

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the-football-chick · 3 months ago

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Right now the Browns are a dumpster fire sitting at 1-5. The Eagles have their own struggles, but managed to hold off the Browns, 20-16, as QB Jalen Hurts threw the go-ahead 45-yard touchdown pass to WR DeVonta Smith late in the fourth quarter.

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ejzah · 10 months ago

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A/N: Callen and Deeks share some similarities in this tiny dialogue drabble:

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Sam: For as much as my dad could ride me and all, we always had our traditions. Like Thanksgiving dinner, picking out a Christmas tree as a family. When I was 13, we even drove all the way to a farm and harvested our own tree.

Deeks, chewing on the end of a pen: Huh. When I was thirteen, mom and I waited until the day before Christmas and snuck onto the closest places selling trees. Stole one they’d thrown in the dumpster.

Callen, nodding in approval: Nice. I once got out of some family’s yard. It was a week after Christmas, but it brightened up the place I was staying.

Sam, staring at them in disbelief: Can’t you two ever just let things be nice for once?

Deeks, glancing at Callen: If you want that, then you need to find some friends with less tragic childhoods.

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milkygothgf · 1 year ago

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Something that never fails to make you horny?

Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

What is your favorite part of your body?

What do you wear to bed?

When was the first time you masturbated?

Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside or in public?

Do you own any sex toys? (Can we see it?)

Are you a squirter?

do you have extreme kinks?

What are your top 5 kinks

Long post so itll be under the cut!! <3

Something that never fails to make you horny?

Being told what to touch myself to. Especially if its fucked up porn or something completely nonsexual like a selfie or photo of your partner. I'm a slut who will rub my pussy to anything ^^

Have you ever tasted yourself?

Yes! Often! I like how pussy tastes hehe

What is your favorite part of your body?

My tits<3

What do you wear to bed?

Usually just panties! But sometimes I sleep nude (:

When was the first time you masturbated?

I was 13 I think? I was watching bdsm porn (curiously not for horny reasons) and was rubbing my thighs together. I eventually came for the very first time and never looked back >.<

Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside or in public?

I thiiink the last time was out in my front yard at night :3 I've also had sex against a dumpster and have taken off my pants and humped them all balled up in someone else's yard before 😳

Do you own any sex toys? (Can we see it?)

Yes I own a lot !! I have 2 dildos, 2 vibrators, like 3 tails, a normal butt plug, nipple clamps, gag, blindfold, ankle and wrist cuffs, a strap on, and I thiiiiiink that's it. I could be wrong tho hehe. Maybe I'll post some for you guys sometime!

Are you a squirter?

I never have before, but maybe it's possible!

Do you have extreme kinks?

😅 Yeah, based on my blog I'd definitely say so

What are your top 5 kinks?

Noncon

Intox

Free/Public use

(Forced) impregnation (and hucow goes hand in hand here)

Being shared :3

Thanks for the questions this was fun!!!

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mightyflamethrower · 1 year ago

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File This Under: Things you couldn't possibly make up

Police: Teenage Son of Homeless Advocate Kills Homeless Man for Raping Girlfriend

The teenage son of a Pennsylvania homeless advocate has been charged with the murder of a homeless man who he claims sexually assaulted his girlfriend, police say.

Investigators said Thomas James Niarhos Jr.,15, shot Jeremiah Waylon Hawkins, 39, in the face at point-blank range on Wednesday afternoon in Pottstown, the Montgomery Daily Voice reported.

After the alleged shooting, the boy reportedly yelled out, “He’s a rapist, don’t feel sorry for him,” according to court documents obtained by the local outlet.

On July 13, Niarhos was reportedly caught loitering by cops close to where the fatal shooting took place months later, just yards away from the Pottstown Police station. When approached by officers that day, the teen reportedly told officers that Hawkins had raped his girlfriend behind a nearby dumpster.

Around noon on Wednesday, Niarhos returned to the same spot with his father’s .40 caliber Smith & Wesson semi-automatic firearm, and got into a physical altercation with Hawkins, surveillance footage and a probable cause affidavit obtained by the outlet showed.

“Niarhos is seen extending his arm towards Hawkins, who then tries to knock the gun out of his hands using a bicycle tire,” the Voice reported.

The boy then fired two shots, with the first knocking Hawkins to the ground, and the second one killing him, police said.

Upon arrival to the scene, cops say they discovered a group of witnesses restraining Niarhos, while he shouted, “He’s a rapist, don’t feel sorry for him,” and “He raped a 15-year-old girl, don’t help him.”

Niarhos’ girlfriend, now 16, and her mother, were contacted by Pottstown Police on July 13 after hearing about the rape accusation. While court documents revealed that the girl told her mother that “something had happened to her,” the family did not press charges.

The owner of the gun, Niarhos Sr., is the executive director of Pottstown Beacon of Hope, an organization that assists “Pottstown residents experiencing homelessness,” according to its website.

The father told police that his son was apparently planning to turn to a life on the streets, reporting that “he found a note in his son’s bedroom indicating that his son planned to run away and located a packed bag of clothes and a cellular phone charger in his son’s bedroom,” the affidavit said.

The local outlet reported the boy had “only been living with his father since the start of the summer.”

Niarhos Jr. was charged as an adult with first-degree murder, third-degree murder, possessing a firearm by a minor, possessing an instrument of crime, and other charges.

He is being held without bail at the Montgomery County Youth Center, and his next court date is set for November 30.

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Ataraxia (JJK)

Ataraxia: Calmness untroubled by mental or emotional disquiet; Tranquillity of mind.

Part of the Protect the Village! Oneshot Series.

Masterlist

Pairing: PoliceOfficer!Jungkook x Delinquent!Reader

Genre/Warnings: E2L (Enemies to Lovers), angst, fluff, humour, mentions of neglectful parents/childhood neglect, swearing, HPD-like behaviors/destructive attention-seeking behaviors, allusions to anxiety, read with caution on this one!

Note: I would die for RT and TITI :(

Summary: Graffiti isn’t that bad. It’s a misdemeanour in most places. So what if the rookie catches you tagging one night? You’ll wiggle your way out of it like you always do... Right?

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Night was when all your ideas came to you. In the late hours where the moon comes out to lull everyone asleep, you wander the night in search of an outlet. Backpack swung over your shoulder, paint cans rattling around, sweatshirt taut to your body to fight off the nighttime chill. You search the tiny village where you spent most of your life for the perfect canvas.

The only lights to aid you in your search are the dim lampposts that illuminate the sidewalk, but that doesn’t stop you from finding the jackpot. Blank, empty white wall, vast space to work on, flat. You could feel the anxious desire to pick up your paint cans on the tips of your fingers. Quickly, you put down your backpack and got out your colors.

Red, green, yellow, blue, black, pink, purple. All the colors you needed to make a stunning art piece. Sure, the shop owner might not appreciate it, but you only paint pretty things. You may be a “delinquent” but that doesn’t mean you have to spew hate and vulgarity to all of Bangtan Village.

What were you feeling tonight? Writing? Animals? Flowers? Flowers. Definitely flowers tonight. Wasting no time, you picked up a can and started spraying. Red here, green there, a bit of pink. You paint and paint and paint. Like your brain is on autopilot, letting your hand do whatever it wants. Left, right, up, down. You watch as your piece comes to life in front of you. Roses, daisies, marigolds. It looks like the garden of your mind.

Taking a step back, you admire your work. Clean lines, bright colors, eye-catching. You feel proud. This was better than the sketches. It captured your every breath, every emotion, a true piece of art. You felt at ease looking at the picture of all your pent-up emotions laid bare on the bricks. Expressing the sorrows that plagued your mind through the image of dull, weeping flowers.

Sure, it still looked beautiful. When you looked at it as one unit, it was the perfect image to be painted on a flower shop. But if you looked closer, you could see the anxiety in the shaky lines, the sorrow in the dulled colors, the anger in the frenzied coloring. But you didn’t feel like that at the moment.

Graffiti was an outlet for you. The ability to get people to pay attention and see what you’ve been trying to get people to see. To show people that you weren’t okay. You wanted someone-anyone- to listen to you, to see you. You wanted someone to look at you and see you as a person who was struggling. Because you really were struggling.

Shit parents and anxiety were the things that defined your life. Your life givers made it known to you that they really didn’t care what you did, where you were, who you were with, nothing. They weren’t terrible, luckily enough. They were just neglectful. They forgot you were there half the time, so you had to force yourself to grow up and do things on your own.

You would cook your own meals, do your own laundry, make your own money. For as long as you remember, you were living as your own person. You brought yourself back up from the depths of panic and kissed your own wounds. You told yourself to suck it up and keep pushing. But soon enough you started to ask yourself exactly why you were still pushing.

No friends, no family, not even an animal companion could give you the comfort you so desperately sought out for when the thoughts of “why?” clawed at your fragile mind late at night. When you felt like you couldn’t breathe when things went south. You tried. You tried to make friends. You tried to reach out. You tried to get help, but it was all the same. “Your fine, get over it,” Whether those were the exact words or the implied ones, that was the answer everyone gave you.

“You’re an adult.”

“Everyone feels anxious, you’ll be okay,”

No matter how hard you tried to use your words, to shout and scream on the rooftops that you needed support, big or small, nobody listened. It’s as the world went deaf to you. Like you were invisible, walking through the streets like a ghost. So you turned to more... Destructive ways of gaining people’s attention.

Yes, you knew this was wrong. You knew that if you got caught, it would go on your record. But you didn’t care, not at this point. The thought of people seeing this in the morning and thinking about you (Well, not you specifically, but the person who’s been painting the town for months now) Excited you. Having people's attention excited you. Hearing people whisper about the delinquent who's been tagging Bangtan Village left and right made you giddy. Because you had their attention.

The sound of heavy footsteps tore through the tranquil bubble you’d put yourself in. “Shit...” You whispered to yourself, grabbing your things and sneaking away from your- admittedly pretty -crime. Because not only did you get the citizen's attention. You got the attention of the police department as well.

Steadily, you took silent footsteps as you weaved your way through the back alleys of the main street shops. You could still hear the boot falls of the person making their nightly rounds. Even if they sounded calm. You knew they were looking for you. You knew he was looking for you.

You made the haste decision to abandon your bag full of paint cans and respirator behind a dumpster, noting down its whereabouts so you could retrieve it in the morning. You knew that if you got caught with them in your possession, then they would no doubt charge you. So you were left with your sweatshirt and a heartbeat that pounded in your ears.

You continued to make your way through the back alley mazes. Navigating them on muscle memory. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to make a silent getaway. You could still hear the footsteps, they were getting heavier. Step... Step... Step... Your anxiety shot through the roof and you wiped your clammy hands on your worn out jeans.

But then they stopped.

There was no more ominous pounding of boots against concrete. Just the ambiance of the crickets chirping their nightly melody. It was calm again. So when you saw an opening out onto the beginning of main street, you breathed a sigh of relief. Home was only a few yards away now. You could go home to your small, dingy apartment and sink into your tiny bed, dreaming of a better life.

What world would you escape to tonight? Would you go on your own adventure where your the loved main character? Would you explore what was underneath the sea and discover what laid dormant at the bottom of the ocean? What about dreaming of befriending your favorite comfort characters from your favorite shows? Finally, having friends for once.

“L/n,”

You jumped as a voice cut through your train of thought. Looking to your left you saw none other than Jeon Jeongguk leaning against the entrance of the alleyway, giving you a stern face. “Well, isn’t it the rookie? Did they put you on guard dog duty tonight?” You chuckled, regaining your composure and throwing on a mask of confidence. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and stood straight up, towering over you.

“What are you doing out so late, L/n?” Jeongguk asked you with a stoic face. “Going for a walk,” You answered, voice unwavering. “Oh really? So you know nothing about the recent act of vandalism on Yoongi’s flower shop, huh?” He tilted his head, talking to you as if you were five. “What? Another tagging? Crazy,” You said, in an feign surprised voice.

Jeongguk sighed, stepping away from you. “You’re coming with me, L/n,” Jeongguk deadpanned. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked at him incredulously. “What? But I didn’t do anything!” You complained, your poker face unbreaking. “Well, I have reason to suspect you know at least something. So by the laws our government has set up, I get to bring you to the station for questioning,” Jeongguk said in a sing-song voice.

“I feel like that’s an abuse of power,” You pointed out, crossing your arms. Jeongguk looked at you, unimpressed. “Public law number 130-13. Any suspect can be put in police custody as long as the officer has circumstantial or physical evidence proving they know or did something.” Jeongguk regurgitated like a parrot. You chucked, “Nerd,”

“Whatever, just come on.” Jeongguk groaned, and you reluctantly followed. You knew running would do nothing, it’s a small community, he’d find you in like, 5 minutes. And fighting him? Have you seen Jeongguk? That kid’s all muscle. A total gym rat. He could flick you and you’d get a concussion. You didn’t want to fight him anyway. So you had to follow him, but that didn’t mean you wanted to.

“Nice place you got here, Rookie,” You snickered, looking around the relatively small police station. Jeongguk sighed and led you to a small interrogation room. You say “interrogation” like it was intimidating, but nothing’s intimidating about a small room with metal tables and chairs.

You sat down on the opposite side of Jeongguk, giving him a smug smirk as he looked at you with disdain. “So... What’s up officer?” You asked, resting your head on the table. “What were you really doing out there, Y/n?” Jeongguk asked, huffing. “Like I said. I was taking a walk. Bangtan Village is nice, ya know?” You restated, not giving up the facade.

“I know you did it,” He deadpanned, leaning closer to you. “You see, Rookie... Public law number 130-6. Officers cannot make an arrest without physical evidence or a confession that proves the suspect is guilty without a reasonable doubt,” You stressed the last T, shit-eating grin still on your face. You sounded knowledgeable, but that was the only law you cared to memorize. “Aka. The law don’t give a shit what you think you know,” You sat back up, leaning in your chair. “That law's flawed,” Jeongguk complained. “Take that up with our mayor, Rookie,”

“You’re insufferable,” Jeongguk spat.

“I know,” You chuckled.

“Why’d you do it? You know canvases exist for a reason, right? Yoongi’s going to pay someone to cover it up.” Jeongguk asked, voice raising a few octaves. “Rookie, buddy, if your fishing for a confession. You ain’t gonna get one,” You snickered, tilting your head in a teasing manner. “Besides, whoever did it-has been doing this-makes pretty good artwork so...” You shrugged. “So you’ve seen the recent tagging on Yoongi’s store?” Jeongguk pried. “I never said that. I’ve seen their other things. Figured the art you're talking about, which I definitely haven’t seen, is just as good.”

Jeongguk looked like he wanted to hop across the table and strangle you. It was funny, really. Jeongguk was right, of course he was, but he could never prove it. You didn’t confess to anything, you hid the evidence well, nothing could connect you to the crime. This wasn’t first time Jeongguk tried to pry open your mind and get you to spill out an “I did it,” just to show his hyungs that he really could catch a criminal, just like them.

Not that you’ll see a bunch of criminals in Bangtan of all places

The only reason Jeongguk knows it was you (Therefore starting up this hilarious game of cat and mouse,) Was because he knew the kind of person you were. He’s known you since highschool. He would hear whispers in the hall about you and your trusty paint cans, tagging the principal’s prized Chevrolet with the words “Ya mom raised a nerd” because he pissed you off that one time.

You got away with it too. The principal never got wind of who did it. Even if everyone at school knew it was you. I mean, come on, who else carried black spray paint in their bookbag? Plus, not a lot of people come to Bangtan, therefore not a lot of delinquents with a taste for artful vandalism existed here.

“Listen Rookie, you have no proof that it was me. You interrogated, I answered. Now I get to go home,” You smiled, getting up from your seat. Jeongguk just tsked at you, rolling his eyes at your “friendly” wave goodbye. “Nerd,” You chuckled to yourself, skipping out of the police department.

Today couldn’t get any worse.

“But I already finished the piece! My policy states that the down payment isn’t refundable!” You let out a frustrated groan as the lady on the other side of the line complained that your policy was unreasonable and she should get her $150 dollars back because she wasn’t interested in the china set she commissioned from you anymore.

“Look, I don’t care what happened on your end. At the end of the day, I told you it wasn’t refundable, and you still paid it. You agreed to it. So either I can send you the set and you pay the rest of the amount we agreed on. Or I keep the $150, and you have no custom china set,”

Guess she really didn’t want that china set, since she huffed and said, “Fine, keep the damn glass,” Which set you off more because china is made of kaolin and quartz, delicately painted with subtle details. Not! Glass! It didn’t help that bills were coming up and you were tight on money this month.

Being a freelance artist is unstable. You knew this. You knew that there were other professions that you could throw yourself into that would give you a more stable form of income. But it would also chip away at your spirit. You loved painting, you loved pottery, you loved making porcelain.

Now you were stressed, anxious, and the owner of a china set fit for a 50-year-old lady. You wanted to cry. You felt like sobbing. What were you supposed to do now? The only other commission you had was a landscape portrait that costed only $160, and with bills coming you’d have like $60 to spend on food.

You covered your face with your hands as you started to breathe erratically. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. Like a snake was curling its way up your body and squeezing your throat. Shakily, you stood up on your wobbly legs and grabbed your bag full of spray paint that you recovered earlier in the day. You needed your outlet.

You ran out into the chilly night air, making your way towards main street to find something to paint your frustrations on. You needed to calm the sickly feeling that bubbled up in your throat, to throw water on the fire in the pit of your stomach that urged you to scream into the woods that surrounded the village.

Finally, you made it to an empty wall. The one on the side of “Kim’s Confections” that you painted a week ago. The owner painted over your image of the night sky, you guessed. It didn’t matter though, you were too focused on ripping open your bag and pulling out your paints.

What were you feeling tonight? Red. Okay, what’s red? Apples, flowers, fire. Fire, that’s it. What else... What does fire do? It burns. Yeah, lets burn shit. What shit are we burning? Uhh... Flowers? That works...

You quickly picked up your red paint can and started spraying. You had no idea what you were doing, this wasn’t in your sketchbook. This was purely a product of the emotions currently plaguing your mind. You could already tell it was going to be ugly... It looked like chaos incarnate, but it was an accurate picture of what you were feeling.

You furiously painted the wall with blobs of different colors that weren’t mixing well at all. Like yes, green and red are contrasting opposites, but they don’t mix well. And what was pink doing next to a neon orange? You didn’t know, you barely even cared.

However, you did care when you heard those same familiar footsteps.

“Why today, Jeon?” You huffed, packing your things and running off into the back alleys. What you didn’t expect was for the footsteps to start running with you. Panicking, you ran faster, focusing more on getting away than where you were going.

They were getting louder and louder, closer and closer. “Shit,” You whimpered to yourself when you came upon a dead end. The familiar feeling of tears pricked up in the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Thump... Thump... Thump... You refused to turn around to face the last person you wanted to see today.

“Well, we meet again L/n,” Jeongguk’s voice echoed off the bare brick walls. You said nothing, opting to continue looking at the wall in front of you. “Come on, L/n, it’s time to give it up,” He sighed, taking a few steps closer. “I know,” You whispered out, feeling the dread creep into your mind at the thought of your only outlet being taken away.

Scratch that, today could get worse.

“I see you’ve got this place nice a cozy for me, Rookie,” You chuckled, holding onto the cell bars with two hands, trying to hide the fear you felt inside, the anguish. Like always, Jeongguk just rolled his eyes, laying back in the chair at his desk while he wrote up a report.

Jeongguk said nothing to you as the hours dragged on, and that made the situation worse. You would poke fun at him, call his name, you even asked how his day was. Nothing. You felt invisible all over again, and it made you even more scared. It was like you were that naïve six-year-old girl again, begging for an ounce of her parents' attention.

“Mom, I made you this today,”

“Dad, there's a father-daughter dance at school this Friday,”

Nothing.

It was always nothing.

Because even if there was another body in the room, you felt alone again; you felt pathetic. Unwanted, unheard. At times like these you would paint a gigantic mural on the side of someone’s business on main street, but now you can’t. That’s what got you in this mess in the first place. All you wanted was somebody’s eyes on something that was you, whether that be your work or your features, and now that was yanked from your grasp.

After this you couldn’t spray paint anymore, because then the entire police department would watch you like a hawk. Nobody would whisper about the mysterious pretty painting in the street anymore. And Jeongguk wouldn’t be the cat chasing the mouse anymore.

Jeongguk suddenly put his pen down with a huff, the action much louder in the quiet police station than it would be in a normal setting. “So, Y/n, I know you're not dumb. You’re obviously under arrest for vandalism. And with the severity and amount you committed, there's a $300 fine and a week of jail time,” Jeongguk explained, sounding bored.

Your eyes widened. “What? A week of jail time?” You exclaimed, feeling your heart drop. “Yep,” Jeongguk confirmed, popping the p. “No... No, Rookie, you can’t do this...” You whimpered out, trying to calm your breathing. You saw a look of sadness flash in Jeongguk’s eyes before he returned to a stoic state. “You’re the one who committed the crime, Y/n,” He stated, messing around with some papers.

“Jeongguk please,” You begged, using his actual name for the first time since highschool.

Jeongguk paused, his back turned towards you and hand frozen in the motion of putting away a file. He took a deep breath and continued his movements. Going back to ignoring you. You felt dejected, so you gave up and slumped onto the small bed in the cell's corner. Just as you were about to close your eyes, you heard the slap of a book on the floor.

You looked over your shoulder to see Jeongguk at the door of your cell, giving you a tight smile. On the floor was what looked to be a sketchbook and some pencils. Cautiously, you got up from the bed and grabbed them, giving Jeongguk a curious look.

“It’ll be okay,” He said.

Over the next few days, life fell into a routine. You would wake up, Jeongguk would give you breakfast, and you would draw in between meals. Nothing else. Sometimes you would try to strike up conversation with the stubborn police officer who kept you company most days, but he would either stay silent or reply with one-word answers. So you quickly gave up on that.

Sooner or later, the sorrow you felt turned into bitterness. You were mad at yourself, mad at the world, mad at Jeongguk. A week in jail? What was that supposed to do? Teach you a lesson? As if. If anything, it just made you want to do more illegal things as a big “Fuck you,” To the officers who walked past your cell with looks of pity on their faces.

Yes, people in Bangtan were overly nice, and no, you didn’t need their pity. You survived on your own long enough without anyone’s pity, so you didn’t need it now, when you were already fucked up. Where was this kindness when you cried to the school counselor about your home situation and she sent you away with the excuse that you were “Pms’ing” and “It wasn’t that bad”

You felt this boil in you every night and through the day. And it was still boiling in you when Jeongguk set you free and paid your fine. (Which made you angrier cause now your set back on bills AND food) “Don’t get into trouble,” Was the last thing he said to you. You knew his words should’ve made you angry, but knowing that you wouldn’t see him every day now made you... Sad...

The world felt cold... Colors seemed to dull and noise seemed to be muffled everywhere you went. You felt, empty. Alone. Sad. You felt like you didn’t have a purpose now that you caught up on all your commissions and going out spray painting the town was an even more risky thing to do. On the bright side, you were able to pay your bills.

But that didn’t help the dread you felt when you woke up every single day. The bitterness was still there, but now it was buried with dread and trepidation. Sometimes the fire of your anger would burn bright, sometimes it was just embers. The intense mood swings you were feeling gave you emotional whiplash, and all you wanted to was lay in bed all day.

“It’ll be okay,”

Jeongguk saying those words to you swirled in your head daily. They never left. Not since he first said that. You could hear the slight accent in his voice and see the slight squint in his nose when he speaks. That’s what fueled your fire the most. He did nothing for you. Why are you giving him the time of the day? He locked you up.

But there was also this voice that reminded you of the playful bickering the two of you shared, the sparks in your eyes when the two of you looked at each other, your game of cat and mouse. It told you that if you tried, maybe he could be your friend. Maybe he could help you. He’s a police officer, he’d want to help anyone... Right?

But if he wanted to help you, why would he lock you in a jail cell?

That bitterness and conflict in your mind led you here, to an empty wall. Why were you here? Why did you have a spray paint can in your hand? Why were you painting again? Why Y/n, why? No matter how loud the angel on your shoulder screamed at you to go home, do something better with your life, be something better. It fell on deaf ears.

Not even the crickets were chirping as those boot falls made their way towards you. Nothing but the spray of your paint and the thud of Jeongguk’s steel-toed boots fill the surrounding night. Jeongguk only sighed in disappointment when he saw you standing there. Waiting for you to turn to him before he said anything.

“Isn’t it the Rookie...” You muttered. The same teasing words were there, but they lacked the enthusiasm. “What are you doing, Y/n?” Jeongguk asked, still sounding very unimpressed.

“Your smart Rookie, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“What I told you not to do,”

“Ding ding! We have a winner,” You exclaimed sarcastically.

“Did you really not learn your lesson?”

You scoffed, “Learn my lesson?” You stopped painting and turned towards Jeongguk. “Learn my lesson? What exactly did you do to teach me a lesson?” You scowled. “Was a week in jail not enough?” He retorted, and you felt yourself boil over.

“Listen here, Jeon. Do you know what that week really did to me? It made me bitter. It made me feel like shit, like I was back living with my parents,” You spat. Jeongguk’s face fell at the mention of your parents. He knew what you went through, everyone knew. Bangtan was a small village, after all. “I mean come on, you really think locking me up behind bars is going to change me? Look at where I am Jeon! In the same goddamn alley doing the same shit cause I didn’t learn my lesson!” You ranted, and you felt tear prick at the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t stop them from overflowing this time.

“Police officers are supposed to help people, ya know. You don’t just catch criminals, you should help them. You wanna know the best way to prevent people from becoming re-offenders? Helping them!” You cried, throwing your paint can on the ground. “But no, you just care about handing in that report, huh? You caught me! Now you want nothing to do with me! I get it Jeon, really. Nobody wants anything to do with me...” You sniffled, feeling your anger dissipate.

Jeongguk looked like a kicked puppy. He didn’t know what to do when you started crying, but he knew that he needed to do something. “Y/n...” He said, reaching out for you, but you backed away. “Don’t... Just go away,” You said, but you didn’t really mean it. No, you wanted Jeongguk to come closer, to help you, to tell you it was okay again. Luckily, he understood that.

While you were wiping the tears away from your face, Jeongguk pulled you into a hug. At first you struggled, trying your best to get away from the muscle bunny, but soon you relented, falling into the comfort that his muscular arms offered you. “I’m sorry,” He whispered to you, squeezing you tight. “You’re right, I should be helping. Let me start by helping you,”

You sniffled, pulling away from his chest to look up at him. “Help me? I’m a lost cause,” You croaked, but Jeongguk shushed you, pulling you back in. “My friend goes to this therapist, he says they’re great, maybe they can help you,” He offered.

“Maybe they can,”

“You're a pain in my ass, you know that Hobi?” You groaned, squinting at the laughing red-head who was currently sitting across from you in your studio. “But it’s too funny. I mean, a delinquent falling in love with a police officer? A classic,” He teased. You just rolled your eyes, bringing your focus back to the pot you were working on. “I’m not in love,” You retorted.

Hoseok snickered, “You remember what Dr. Choi said about lying to ourselves?” You wanted to strangle the shit-eating grin he had on his face, but you opted to huff and show your disdain instead. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t in my group therapy sessions,” You complained, but that smile never left Hoseok’s face.

After that night in the alley with Jeongguk, he lived up to his words. He introduced you to your current therapist Dr. Choi and got you the help you needed. Soon enough, you were slowly getting better. Your desire for graffiti slowly dissipated, and you opted for a canvas. It was easier to sleep at night, and Dr. Choi introduced you to a support group. Which is how you met your friend, Hoseok.

But Jeongguk still stuck with you. He would check up on you every day and keep you company when he had the time. Recently he’s been showing up at your place with cupcakes from Taehyung’s bakery, (You recently learned his name and he admitted your paintings were cool, but they didn’t fit his aesthetic) Sometimes you’d even visit the station, dropping off lunch for him.

Jeongguk and you became quick friends. Besides the ironic differences between the two of you, you also had a lot in common. You’d have movie/video game nights, sometimes you’d let him paint with you, he even introduced you to his other friends (All six of them,) Outside of work, he let down the intimidating police man facade and became a lovable bunny.

Maybe a bit too loveable, since you seemed to like Jeongguk a bit too much these days.

“How would I even tell him? “Hey! It’s me, Y/n! Delinquent turned mural artist who has a huge crush on you! The police officer who arrested me and put me in jail!” Ha, no.” You dramatically exaggerated with your hands. “Oh come on Y/n! He’s pining over you too!” Hoseok said, trying (and failing) to convince you. “Didn’t you write that love letter to him? Why not give him that?” Hoseok suggested. You immediately cringed, hiding your face in your hands. “No way, that’d be so embarrassing,”

“So your saying that if I ran over to the police station with this slip of paper and handed it to Jeongguk you’d never forgive me?” Hoseok asked, holding up the infamous love letter you wrote for Jeongguk 3 weeks ago.

“You wouldn’t dare,” You glared at him.

“Y/n... You’ve been debating telling him for months...” Hoseok groaned, “Maybe you just need a little... Push!” He said, jumping out of his seat and running out the door.

“Jung Hoseok, I’m going to kill you!” You yelled, running after him. Unfortunately he was like, 90% legs so it was hard to even keep a foot’s distance between the two of you. “Hobi! He’ll hate me!” You whined, huffing a puffing. You really needed to get back in shape. “No he won’t! He literally talks about you all the time! I’m doing you idiots a favor!” Hoseok yelled back, bursting his way into the police station.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” Hoseok called, getting weird looks from the other officers. Jeongguk’s head popped up from his desk and he got up to see what his friend wanted. Not before you tackled Hoseok to the ground, however. The paper flew out of Hoseok’s hand as he fell to the ground with an “Oof”

Jeongguk looked at the two of you with a smile, choking down his laughs as he picked up the paper. “Don’t read it!” “Read it!” You and Hoseok said at the same time. But Jeongguk’s nosy self had already opened it and was reading the words. You groaned and hid your face in Hoseok’s shoulder out of embarrassment. Jeongguk just chuckled, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go to dinner after I’m done here, yeah?” He said, giving you a wink as he walked away.

“What just happened,” You asked, putting your hand up to your cheek.

“You just started a new chapter in your life. This one titled “Me and Jeongguk, the most cliche shit I’ve ever seen,” Hoseok smiled, patting your head.

“Shut up... I got a mural to spray paint,”

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