#I think the fact that she'd be holding a gun would freak her out

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Which one of ur oc's would this picture fit

TYSM FOR SENDING ME THIS HJSASAJSFJ

I think Brittany would :3

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Rewind, Remix, Replay Jay & Kim 5x20

You can find the rest of the series here

I have been waiting (impatiently) to be able to do this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Would love your feedback on this chapter- (if you have to pick a chapter to leave a comment on- please let this be one of them.)

Hey, if anyone wants to help me out. I spend so much time looking for good GIFs for the beginning of the chapters. So, shoot me any if you find good ones. 

Jay holds the door open as Zoey quietly walks outside the police station. Her blue eyes are on the floor, her posture slumped and dejected as she trails after him towards the parking lot. Jay is walking with purpose to where he had parked his truck. He had still been on shift looking for a teenage girl who may have been kidnapped when he got the call. The woman on the other line called about his niece who had been picked up for trespassing and truancy.

But Jay didn’t have a niece.

He had started to tell them at the other station that there must be a mix-up- until she recited his badge number 51163. That was when he started listening. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out who his “niece” was. Jay had slipped Zoey one of his business cards at one of the first movie nights he had spent with her and Kim. A backup, he had told her, just in case she ever got into trouble and couldn’t reach Kim. He was just a phone call away. He knew that Zoey had been struggling and wanted her to know she had an extra layer of support.

She had eyed the card uncertainly when he had given it to her. It was before their friendship had really cemented. She had taken it and put it in her backpack, but hadn’t entered the number into her cellphone. Jay could sense her lack of faith and didn’t blame her. Her strong support system had been leveled by her parents' divorce, her mother’s rape, and her father’s instability in her life. It was a lot to go through at thirteen when she should have been worried about school dances and middle school crushes.

Zoey felt awful, emotions churning painfully in her stomach and pushing up into her chest restricting her air. She felt like she was heading to face a firing squad. When she had been arrested it had freaked her out, she had never been in trouble. While the others had tried to leave, she had frozen in place when the cops started shouting orders. In the end, it hadn’t mattered, even those who had tried to flee had been caught.

When she'd sat down at the station and asked for her parents' phone numbers she hadn’t answered right away. She knew her dad was away on a “business trip” with his new girlfriend and her mom wasn’t even leaving the house for groceries she doubted she would be able to handle it to leave to come pick her up from the precinct. The desk sergeant had been irritable, thinking she was just being difficult. She knew that if she gave her aunt Kim’s number, she would drop everything and come pick her up. She told herself that she didn’t because she knew her aunt was already stressed with trying to help her mother come to terms with her trauma. But it didn’t make the fact that she was embarrassed and didn’t want her to know any less true.

It had been impulsive to give Jay’s number. She had told the woman that he was her uncle knowing that she couldn’t be released to anyone but family because she was a minor. The woman had looked skeptical, so she had rattled off his badge number too. Zoey had felt like it had been a pretty solid decision until he walked in the door. He didn’t look like Jay who came over and watched movies and made specialty popcorn. The guy who curled up with her aunt and made sassy commentary about what they watched with a smirk on his lips.

No, it was Detective Halstead. He was dressed in street clothes but with a badge hanging around his neck and a gun strapped to his hip. His face was stoic, but his jaw was clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, a hint of tension in his posture. Zoey had gotten used to reading body language in the last year when her parents had started fighting, it was easier to know what was in store for her that day. It had only gotten more finely tuned this year.

Jay's sharp eyes had roved over her analyzing her as he walked in. She had shifted in her seat eyes barely looking up from her sneakers. He hadn’t said anything to her as he had disappeared into another room with the desk sergeant. The minutes he was gone felt like hours, anxiety making her heart race. When they had come back, the two had split off with Jay heading towards her. He had gestured for her to pick up her bag nodding towards the door. He opened the front door for her to leave as they headed across the parking lot in silence.

Zoey stopped a few feet from his truck. “I’m sorry,” Her voice was quiet but clear, “I know you must be really angry…But thank you-for coming to get me.” Jay paused, keys in hand, and turned back to look at her.

“Zoey, I’m not angry-I'm worried.” Zoey dared a glance up at him because it wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. “What were you thinking? Ditching school to trespassing at a building that’s under construction with a bunch of older kids who are drinking? Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I do know how dangerous it is!” Zoey shot back, “And I wasn’t drinking,” Jay’s face softens, his head cocking to the side as he watches tears shine in her eyes. Her thoughts of her mom were written all over her face. “After everything-I'm not that stupid!”

“Zoey,” Jay watched her body roll with the different emotions boiling up, guilt to anger to frustration and back again. He takes a step towards her and she takes one back.

“I didn’t even know there was going to be alcohol there. I knew it was wrong to skip school, but I was invited to go somewhere for the first time since I’ve been back in Chicago. I didn’t want to break into that building or drink. I just wanted to be around people, make friends, and be accepted. Not be trapped in my house. I just wanted to feel normal.” Hot tears finally broke free sliding down her cheeks. Zoey wiped at them in frustration. “But I’m sorry. I know I messed up. I know I made you leave work and look bad. I promise I won’t call you again.”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on.” Jay's voice rose, “I never said that.” He heard the sharpness of his tone and took a breath to calm himself. “First off, of course, I want you to call me if you are in trouble. I meant it when I gave you my number Zoey, I’m here for you. And I don’t know who made you feel like you couldn’t make mistakes-ask for help, your dad maybe?” He tried to control the emotion on his face as Zoey looked away and he knew he had hit the mark and it made him itch to talk to Jordan more than ever. “But I remember being thirteen and doing some stupid things to fit in. And I didn’t have half the stuff going on that you do right now.”

Zoey bit her bottom lip, shifting awkwardly, more tears falling. Jay closed the distance between them, hand going to the back of her head urging her forward. Zoey fell into his embrace wrapping her arms around his waist as he tucked her under his chin. “I’m here for you kid. But I’d rather not have to spend time with you by picking you up from the station. I’m more of a milkshake and fries kind of guy.” He teases, kissing the top of her head.

“Are you going to tell Aunt Kim?” Jay eased her back wiping the leftover tears off her cheeks. Zoey could already see the answer in his sympathetic blue eyes.

“You know I have to, right?” Zoey looks up trying to twist away from him. “This isn’t something I can keep from her.” Zoey let out a shaky breath before shaking her head and then nodding.

“I know,” She agreed, “But I want to tell her. Will you just… be there while I do?”

Jay lingers on the outskirts of the conversation, and when the tears start up again and Kim pulls Zoey into a tight embrace, he steps away letting them have privacy. He goes to the kitchen and absently starts busying himself with cleaning Kim’s kitchen. He just needs something to do because he can’t fix this. He declutters the countertops before wiping them down, does the dishes, and is in the middle of sweeping the floor when Kim walks in.

Kim walks into the kitchen and stops abruptly when she sees Jay cleaning. He glances up feeling her enter. Her face was unreadable, “Everything okay, sweetheart?” He dumps the dirt into the trash.

“Yeah, I mean as okay as it can be right now. Zoey is still a mess but she agreed to go back to counseling.” Zoey had done a few appointments when she first got back to Chicago but it hadn’t stuck.

“That’s good, I told her it helped me sort out my head when I was struggling.” Jay clipped the dustpan back to the broom and set it back in the closet. “She said that didn’t think it helped last time, but I told her you get out of it what you put in. I’m glad she decided to give it another go.” Kim pressed her lips together watching him. The whirlwind that she had brought him into.

“Thank you for picking Zoey up.” Jay gave her a supportive smile. Kim looked wrung out and frazzled. “Is there anything I need to follow up with at the station? Are there any statements that need to be made or fines or-”

“No, I smoothed out all of it with Sargent Hicks.” Jay soothed, “Zoey’s breathalyzer test came back clean so it didn’t take much to convince him to let her go. I told him she was a good kid just was having a rough time and that if he let her off, he would never see her come through his doors again.” Kim let out a relieved breath tension releasing from her body. Jay’s grin turned sheepish, “Well that and I promised him Salmon.” At Kim’s confused look, he explained, “Hick’s is a fisher but hasn’t been able to go himself the last few years. I’ll be bringing him fish back from the cabin for the foreseeable future. It’s worth it though, he promised me they would leave Zoey’s name out of all the paperwork.”

“Jay, I don’t know what to say. How to thank you.” Kim is floored by his simple response.

“You just did.” Kim could see it in his eyes, that was it. He didn’t need anything else. He wasn’t expecting anything from her. No conditions or strings attached. It was the moment Kim realized she had more than just friendly feelings or lust for Jay Halstead. They were strong and deep and she had no idea what to do with them. He cocked his head to the side in question and she registered that she had just been staring into his soft blue eyes.

For a second, she thought those perceptive eyes had seen right through her. “C’here,” He reached to cup her cheek and pulled her in for a tender lingering kiss to her lips. When their eyes met again his were playful, “Yeah,” he nodded to himself definitively, “That’s more than enough.”

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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem Reader) 3

CHAPTER III: There’s Something About the Nightwatcher

Chapter Key:

--- = a flashback is happening or ending

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= perspective change

~ = small time skip

Casey didn't feel like playing vigilante tonight.

He was more interested in sleeping in cuddled next to April while she forced him to watch chick flicks with her until they fell asleep. But, he hadn't been out busting skulls with his buddy Raph in a few, so, tonight was the night.

He told April he was going out with Raph to do "guy stuff," and she simply nodded her head and took this as an opportunity for some personal girl time- ie; having the whole bed to herself for once until Casey got home.

He met up with Raph on the rooftop (Raphael doesn't bring his Nightwatcher gear everywhere he goes, so he made a quick stop back home to grab it), actual Raph, not Nightwatcher Raph. He had gotten there early enough to where he got to see his friend before he put on his gear.

"Sup, man?" Casey waved to his good friend as they did their handshake. Out of all the turtles, Raph was Casey's all-time favorite. Whenever he was with him, it was good vibes and good times.

Casey hadn't had a friend like Raph in a while. Sure, he had other friends, but on an emotional level, they didn't compare to Raph.

Contrary to what many people think about Raph, he's a good listener (when he wants to be.) He gives good advice and doesn't sugarcoat shit. That's why Casey preferred venting to Raph. He knew he would give him the truth and nothing but the truth.

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"You should let 'er do 'er thing, Case." Raph stood from the ledge of the roof, circling while looking at the skylight and full moon.

"But-" "No buts, this is probably important to 'er, and she'd probably like it if you were supportive." Raph retorted, crossing his arms and looking at his friend.

You see, April had gotten a job at Winters Corp, and that meant traveling far and wide for different artifacts her boss, Winters, requested. When Casey heard about it, he freaked out and sort of jumped the gun, because he thought that meant she wasn't coming back; when in reality she would only be gone a few days out of the month.

"She'd appreciate ya if ya were supportive on dis," Raph stated "Ya don wanna hold 'er back from being successful, Case." Like always, Raph spoke facts. Casey didn't care how many times Leo complained about him, Casey knew the real him, and he had brotherly love for Raph.

It took a lot for Casey Jones to admit when he was wrong, which is probably one of the reasons why he cliqued up with Raph immediately after he had first met the brothers, they scarily had a lot in common, and April started to joke that they were conjoined to the hip.

"Ya know what..." "What? I'm right? When am I not?" Raph interrupted Casey and smirked. Casey gave him a fist bump and a quick thanks as Raph got his Nightwatcher helmet on, and they began their night of stopping crime.

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"Hey, Case!" Raph replied as he grabbed his Nightwatcher helmet sitting off to his left side. Raph was particularly excited about tonight, he had been cooped up in the lair for 2 days straight, and he was happy to finally get out and get some fresh air.

They started on their usual route, first looking up from the rooftops, and jumping in to save the night from gangs, thugs, or anyone in between. They had just gotten their 5th criminal tied up with the cops arriving momentarily until they heard a commotion from a nearby alley.

"Ya hear that?" Raph asked through his helmet, looking in the direction of the noise. He wasn't sure what- or who it was, exactly.

The pair had jumped a few rooftops to get to the source of the noise, and it was clear what was going on.

"You little bitch!" Screamed...Hun? Raph and Casey were able to make out the leader of the Purple Dragons, and the sight was not a pretty one. A young, h/c girl is surrounded by Hun and his minions, she's on the ground after getting pushed by Hun, as he starts kicking her side. Raph takes a sigh of relief, from the ripped shirt on the ground and her getting out of Huns' grip, they had come just in time before she was no longer able to defend herself before being violated.

"Ready, Case?" Raph and Casey quickly sprang into action.

First, Raph handled Hun, the sudden surprise of Raph- er- The Nightwatcher and Casey, as they pounced on one gang member to fight, stunning the other one in the process.

Raphael handled Hun, and between their many fights, Hun was always Raphs choice to fight, he was tall, bulky, and had such a punchable face. Casey on the other hand, handled Fong, and Raph had pushed John in the process of them coming from the rooftop so hard that he lay on his back holding his stomach.

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It seemed as if time moved quickly. You were pushed, then kicked, and then it stopped.

You saw a dude in a hockey mask and...The Nightwatcher??

The Nightwatcher actually came to save you.

You watched as both of them handled their business, and you couldn't help but notice the way The Nightwatcher fought compared to the hockey mask man. It was more...graceful like he had a fighting style.

You backed up into a corner, watching the fight go down. You couldn't just leave, not yet; until you thanked your saviors. You saw from the corner of your eye as John stopped clinging to his abdomen, recovering from the sudden ambush. He looked at both the Nightwatcher and Hockey mask man, making sure they were preoccupied. His dull eyes made their way to stare at your e/c ones, and he stood up, charging at you.

You weren't able to take on John, but you sure as hell were willing to try. You got up and stood confident, ready to take whatever John threw at you.

"This is all because of you, you fucking cunt!" John yelled as he wrapped his hands around your neck, choking you.

You were caught off guard and pinned to a wall, the flow of oxygen getting cut off. You struggled to breathe and kicked John between the knees. He grunted in response, the grip on your neck getting tighter from anger.

You both were going at it, until he was on top of you, and pulled out something shiny from his pocket.

it was a knife.

a small one, but still probably able to do some, if not a lot, of damage.

He swung it at your head, but you moved just in time for him to miss. Suddenly, John was pushed off of you by Hockey Mask.

"Whew, you oka- Y/n?!" Hockey Mask says your name.

Then, he was pushed by Fong.

But, his voice sounded familiar.

"C-Cas-" You heard John do a terrible battle cry from the right of you, and you saw as he charged at you with his knife, aiming for your stomach.

Just in time, you moved out the way, but not enough, as you felt a sharp pain on your left side.

John was soon absolutely pummeled to the ground by The Nightwatcher, and you quickly put your hand over your wound. You took your now slightly bloody hand away, expecting the knife to be there, however, it wasn't. John hadn't missed which resulted in his knife grazing your side, but it wasn't powerful enough that it caused a bad gash or wound. It was, though, enough for it to bleed and hurt like hell.

Everything went past you after, as you paid attention to stopping the bleeding. It wasn't long until all 3 of the Purple Dragons were out like a light until the cops came (which The Nightwatcher hated because he knew they'd be out of the police station tomorrow morning after being bailed out,) and you had two people to thank.

Hockey Masks' mask was off, and it was who you thought it was.

"Casey? Ow-" You confusedly asked before being interrupted by another sudden pain at your side. Casey grabbed your ripped shift from the ground and applied pressure to your wound.

"You know 'er?" The Nightwatcher asks before looking down at his feet. He had just stepped into the mess Hun and his goons made of your camera.

"Yeah, this is Y/n, crazy cat lady." Casey jokes while out of breath. Even though you're in pain, you smack him upside the head.

"Ow!" Casey whines

"I'm not a crazy cat lady, I only have one." You state. The Nightwatcher seems fixated on you and your wound, as he goes on one knee by your right side.

"Err, 'yer alright?" He asks, he has a gruff Brooklyn accent, but it sounds so...hot.

yes, hot.

You've also heard this accent before. It was when you went to ask Casey if he could watch Stella earlier today. Casey knew The Nightwatcher?!

That explained why Casey was acting so weird the last time you saw him like he was hiding something.

"I-I'm fine, thank you." You managed to say.

Casey’s pressure on your side continued to stay, and the pain you felt subsided. “I have a really good first aid kit at home that April got recently; beats payin' a pretty penny at the doctor, right? Can you stand?” He asks while the Nightwatcher is shuffling in your bag.

You wonder just what his abnormally large hands are reaching for until he pulls out the extra shirt you were planning to bring to Jades to wear the next morning. You stood up with the help of Casey, and you were able to walk fine with slight pain with each step. You winded up stepping over the mess that was your polaroid camera, but right now, the priority was you.

You watch as the Nightwatcher lifts your shirt to examine it, then hands it over to you, avoiding eye contact.

"Thank you," You gently take it from him and put it on after Casey removes the pressure from your side for you to do so. Sudden blotches from your wound can be seen staining the shirt from the inside, however, given the situation, you could care less.

"Honestly, I completely forgot I wasn't wearing a shirt it was so chaotic," You motioned to your body, "so please unsee what you saw." You felt slightly dizzy, and this was Casey's cue to hurry his ass up to his apartment.

The walk there wasn't easy, but you had made it. You insisted that The Nightwatcher did not have to carry you, being you were too stubborn to become a damsel and be carried like some fairytale.

Casey's dead apartment was lit up by a single light switch, and you took a much-needed seat on the forest green couch, as you watched Nightwatcher grab the first aid kit Casey was talking about earlier. While doing this, Casey flipped on the radio he had sitting on the countertop near the kitchen and flipped it to a random station.

While the last song was finishing up (you couldn't quite make out what song was playing) Casey had unwrapped everything needed to patch you up, and his eyes stared nervously at your wound after he had asked you to lie on your back and lift your shirt for him to see. Upon future examination, The Nightwatcher had stated that you needed a suture. It wasn't bad at all, however, while you could easily go to the E.R and get it done professionally, that medical bill would be too expensive for you, and knowing NYC on a Friday night, it was bound to be chaotic in the E.R.

Another thing was that suturing was completely out of Casey's expertise.

Have I mentioned Casey Jones has absolutely no first aid experience other than minor burns and paper cuts?

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"Case, I'm gonna show you this once, and the second time, you're going to do it." Raphael (after some slight begging to his tech-savvy brother Donatello,) had gotten ahold of the practice suture dummy. It seemed like everyone except Casey knew basic first aid. So, now you know, dear readers, never be put in an endangering situation with Casey Jones, he cannot and will not be able to do anything except stop some bleeding if injured.

Other than being a great listener, Raphael (only when he wants to be) is a great teacher. He shows you rather than tells you how to do something; probably because he prefers being taught that way himself, and that's the way Splinter taught him and his brothers the art of ninjutsu. This had been another one of Raph's qualities Casey liked.

Casey watched carefully as Raphael took the needle through the dummy, swiftly closed up the pretend wound, and tied the knot at the end perfectly. Raph was able to do this with ease, and if he wasn't a turtle, an EMT is something he would see himself doing- since he preferred being relied on to being reliant on others. He was also skilled at this because Donatello (and Master Splinter after some quick consideration,) thought it would be helpful if all brothers knew first aid. Whether it be for a minor cut or a deep wound, they would all be knowledgeable enough to handle something like this. It was bumpy for Raphael during the beginning. He gets irritated easily, and he became irritated by the fact that his fingers were not meant to use such a tiny needle and thread to suture a wound. Don't tell anybody, but Raphael would practice any time he could. He would go into Donny's lab and sit there messing with the practice patient Donny used to polish his own skills.

Soon enough, he was able to maneuver using a tiny needle and thread, and his fingers weren't a nuisance as they once were.

"'Ere," Raph undid his work on the dummy and reset it for Casey "Go 'head."

Casey (for some ridiculous reason) shakily started suturing the dummy. Raph watched as his friend's hands carefully tried to poke and puncture in the right places until Casey's hand slipped, and the needle accidentally winded up poking the dummy's chest.

"Well, now he's dead thanks to you."

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"Gah! Move it, knucklehead!" Raph sighed to Casey after seeing his expression, who gingerly got out of the way for Raph to work his magic. He wished he could be of help to you when it came to patching you up. Your head turned to face The Nightwatcher, as he scanned the sprawled out supplies to find what he was looking for.

"Hey, we're inside. Why don't you take your helmet off?" You suggested. within a second, he responded.

"I'd rather not."

"Aren't you heating up? Are you su-" "I said I'm fine."

You didn't want to pry anymore, after all this was the guy who was going to be sticking a needle in your skin.

After that, it was silent. While he got everything ready, you took this time to really take his presence in.

Now, you understood why people thought he was a bad vigilante, he looked too intimidating. His helmet turned to you, indicating he was staring right at you.

You said nothing. You were taking in his looks.

Up close, you noticed tiny details of his suit and helmet, but you also noticed something else that was abnormal.

He only had three fingers.

Well, that's what you thought in your head. You were a bit confused as to it, and your first thought had been he had 5 fingers, just his glove looked like it only fit 3.

But, you noticed how he picked up the needle that he did have 3.

Now, you've seen a lot of crazy shit since starting college in New York City, so by this point, nothing surprises you anymore. Between the Purple Dragons, the voices from the rooftops at night, and large figures jumping from roof to roof, it was one big clusterfuck of weird.

Needless to say, you could never be bored in New York City, and that was the beauty of it.

"What are ya lookin' at me like I got six heads, ey?" He questioned, slightly uncomfortable that you were staring at him for far too long. You quickly snapped out of what seemed like a spell and cleared your throat nervously.

"Nothing. Just, excited to be patched up is all." You smiled sheepishly, to which you could feel The Nightwatcher roll his eyes at you.

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Raphael knew that you were studying his hands, although they were covered by his gloves. This is why he never really took people he saved in because if they got too close and got the chance to study him, they would notice he wasn't normal at all just by his armor. However, the exception tonight was because of his pal Casey, who didn't think about any of that when he saw someone he knew in trouble. Raph couldn't complain, though. He would do the same if the roles were reversed.

Plus, Raph wasn't dumb. He never was, he was strategic about everything he did as his vigilante persona, much like how he was without it. He knew that unless someone like April or Casey knew him personally- mutant and all, nobody would know he's a 5'9 mutant turtle.

You watched intently as he started prepping the suture for your wound, you don't think he realized, but he was essentially revealing himself to you just by showing his hands.

However, the needle kept slipping from the gloves he wore, almost falling on the ground a couple of times.

"You're not gonna get a grip on it if you don't take your gloves off." you hinted to him. The Nightwatcher stopped what he was doing and looked at Casey, whose face was hit with a realization.

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Raphael had to take off his gloves to suture.

He wasn't sure how to exactly weasel his way into convincing you to not look at him while he did it, but he thought up something in his head to wing it.

"I keep my face and body hidden for a reason, ma'am." He replied to your glove removal comment, and you rolled your eyes in response.

"Me seeing your hands is not going to automatically reveal who you are, ya know." You retorted.

The Nightwatcher shifted in his seat. “Trust me when I tell ya, ya don' wanna see. So, close your eyes or sumthin', it helps with the pain." He lied on that last part.

"Don't open 'em or else." Did he just threaten you? If you weren't already skeptical of him, you sure were now.

You decided to challenge him, "Or else what?" You questioned.

"You can suture your own wound."

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All you saw was black.

Why? Because your eyes were closed. It seemed that the Nightwatcher didn't trust you by any means, and it resulted in also being blindfolded.

The only thing you heard were footsteps that belonged to Casey as he walked around the living room, the reason being was because he was literally no help to The Nightwatcher. He changed the station again to what seemed to be a classic rock station because Paradise City by Guns N' Roses played.

Take me down to the paradise city

Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty-

Take me home, oh, won't you please take me home

"They're playin' my song." The Nightwatcher chuckled slightly. The music wasn't blaring loud, but it was loud enough for it to fill the living room space, almost like some background music. You took note of the sound of his voice, it was no longer muffled. It sounded clear, which indicated that he had taken his helmet off. You were able to hear his voice clearly and smelled the faint scent of spearmint that came from his breath.

Only Casey knows his real identity. Maybe April, too. You'd have to ask her whenever she gets back.

You also mentally noted that he liked rock music, or songs similar to Paradise City.

"I'm startin' now. Try not to move so much or it's gonna fuck me up-and if it hurts too much let me know and we'll take a break, a'ight?" You nodded your head in response and smiled. You were certain it was going to hurt, but you knew that this needed to get done.

You sure felt every single stitch he did, and naturally, you're more sensitive when you can't see. So, it did hurt more than it probably should've. However, you were a big girl and could handle it.

Or so you thought.

"Okay okay, ow!" The Nightwatcher had poked at a particularly painful part, and he immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Nightwatcher guy, that hurt." You turned to him, eyes still closed, and you could sense his gaze on you.

"Sorry bout 'dat.” He apologized, “Seems like it's hurtin' here tha most." The Nightwatcher had been observing your facial expressions and watched your nose scrunch when he reached that part of the suture.

What seemed like forever in darkness had realistically been around 15 minutes. Casey tried his best to explain what you saw, but to you, it just meant he was a vigilante.

You giggled at his antics to explain everything to you, "Didn't take you as someone who'd be the Nightwatcher's sidekick, Jones." The Nightwatcher was finishing up his final stitches.

"Nah," Casey's face wore a smirk, "Rap- err...The Nightwatcher is MY sidekick."

The Nightwatcher tied up and cut the remaining string that was unused, and you felt his abnormally large hands lift away from your skin.

"Yeah right, you're tha sidekick!" You heard shuffling and the sound of leather, and slowly sat up. Casey had given you the OK to open your eyes back up, and the world around you was finally visible. Nothing was out of the ordinary except the now closed wound. It wasn't a pretty sight to look at, and it was 100% certain to leave a nasty scar after the healing process. You noticed that the fully clothed man beside you had his gloves and helmet back on, and you were quite bummed out that you didn’t get to see your savior's real face.

“So uh, what did tha PD’s want witcha?” The man covered in metal asked, “John seemed pretty pissed at ya especially.” Casey took the role of cleaning up whatever mess was made from your wound being tended to, and his curious eyes met yours after The Nightwatcher question.

”I wasn’t expecting you to still be in the neighborhood, plans got canceled?” Casey asked. By this point, both men were staring at you awaiting a response. You remembered what happened before the attack, and you had totally forgotten about Jade.

“No,” you started, “I was gonna stay the night at Jade's. Before I left though, I ran into John- I might’ve given him an attitude.” Casey rolled his eyes at you

“Really Y/n? You know you can’t just be givin anyone around NYC lip.”

“Well, the more you know. Anyways, halfway through I realized I forgot some things and went back home, started the walk again, got pulled into an alley…” You remembered what probably would’ve happened to you had Casey and The Dark Prince not been there to save the night. Shifting in your spot on the couch, you make a mental note to shower them both in thank yous.

“John wanted to teach me a lesson for what I did. They roughed me up, and one of his gang friends went into my bag and took my camera out, then broke it. Hence all the shattered glass that was on the ground…” Casey seemed to remember the small pile of broken glass that was off to the side of the alley, and The Nightwatcher had a recollection of it as well. He wondered if it could be fixed.

”And now here we are.” Finishing, Casey sat down next to you after standing and listening. Both guys were on either side of you, and the raven-haired male put a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Casey sighed, ”Hey, kid. I’m glad we found you before anything…invasive happened. Sorry that it went down like that beforehand, too.”

“April and I knew how much that camera meant to you.”

”I'm still upset about it, it’s sentimental. But, it’s not your guys’ fault. None of this is any of our fault. I owe you both a great big thank you. So, thank you.” you placed a hand on Casey’s leg and the Nightwatchers. You could feel him tense up extremely, but didn’t protest to your actions.

”I don’t think I would’ve been able to get myself out of that. It means a lot, really. And for what it’s worth, you’re doing a great job of keeping this city safe.” You turned toward the unidentifiable man beside you, and he cleared his throat.

”This is my home, you betta believe I’m gonna keep it safe from lowlifes and dirtbags, girlie.” He replied. Removing your gentle hands from both of them, you looked down at your wound.

The next few minutes seemed to fly by, The Nightwatcher told you how to properly clean it, and if anything opened or became undone, to let Casey know so he can tell him, that way he could fix it. Casey handed you some painkillers that you happily took in hopes of the pain subsiding.

Both Casey and the Nightwatcher suggested that probably walking during the evening, for now, isn’t a good idea, just in case the PDs might still be on alert for you. He said though, chances are they’ll move on to someone new, which made your stomach turn. It seemed like a never-ending cycle of the same shit in NYC. The Purple Dragons have a history of doing terrible things, yet still being able to get away with it.

You took mental notes of both of their pieces of different advice.

”How are you feeling, Y/n?” Casey asked.

”I feel alright, still some pain but, with some Tylenol, I’ll be indestructible!” You joked, “I’m not going to want to work tomorrow morning so, I’ll call out sick. I am getting a little tired, though.”

”I’ll walk you to your apartment,” Casey helped you off the couch to your feet, which you thanked him for.

“Thanks, Jones.” Although you walked slower than usual, you were still getting used to the slight pain with each step when you did. Sure enough, it should be less by Monday, since the weekend was about to be a complete laydown and rest one.

“Thanks for fixing me up, I really appreciate it. You saved me a trip to the hospital; and a couple of hundred bucks as well.” Smiling at the Nightwatcher, he chuckled in response and added in a “No problem,” at the end.

You had wished that you could just know something about him.

You were overpowered with a wave of curiosity.

He had no name, he had no face, he had nothing from what you’ve seen.

He was mysterious.

”Wait!” You turn around before heading out the door with Casey. He gives you a confused look, which you don’t see since your attention is on his partner in crime.

”Is it too invasive if I ask your name? I mean, a first name won’t hurt…and will I see you again?” You asked.

”I have a feelin’ we might run inta each otha again. The name’s Raphael, or Raph.” He had a name.

Raphael.

There was never a better moment like now when someone’s name matched exactly what they were looking at. Although he was fully clothed in his Nightwatcher suit, “Raphael” sounded rebellious-like he took no shit from anyone or didn’t follow rules very well.

“Whateva! Rules are meant ta be broken!” Sounds exactly like something he would say.

“Do ya want to?”

“What?”

”See me again.” Raphael mused, it sounded like a smile curled from his lips behind his helmet, and you couldn’t help but notice.

“Swing by sometime, will you? My pad is diagonal right from Casey’s. I'll treat you to dinner or something at my place. After all, I’m forever in your debt, Raphael. Actually, you too, Jones. Both of you, come over one of these nights, I’ll whip up something good.” You mimicked a bow, but due to the pain resulted in you cringing instead by your actions.

Dinner, huh?

Raph liked the sound of having a nice home-cooked meal that wasn’t from Mikey or himself.

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It’s already been established in the Hamato household that Leonardo should be banned from all cooking equipment, Michelangelo is the family’s sous chef, and Raphael is a last resort if Mikey can’t/doesn't feel like cooking. Donatello tends to burn things since he’s always multitasking.

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”It’s what I do…” “Y/n.” You filled in his blank. Raphael had invited you to subconsciously finish the sentence for him, which you had picked up on. You told him your name, and now had a proper introduction to one another.

” I'll see ya around, Y/n.” Raphael gave you a single wave, to which you did the same as you left Casey’s apartment.

-

Once you got to your door and were able to open it, Casey stopped you.

”Hey, promise me one thing, Y/n.” The male's face bore a look that you weren't used to. It was more serious.

”What's that?”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about Raph.” The tone and bass in his voice amplified his statement. Casey wasn't one to be serious all the time, so whenever he was you knew that he wasn't fucking around.

You swallowed. ”He’s not normal, is he, Casey?” It didn’t take an idiot to know there was something about The Nightwatcher, now named Raph- that didn’t sit right with you. Albeit the fact that you still don’t know what he looks like, bothered you the most.

However, you had to respect Raphael’s boundaries when it came to revealing who he was, he can’t just go around showing anyone who he looks like.

However, you had a gut feeling that you would find out with time. Which is probably just what Raphael needed: time.

“No." This didn't surprise you. However, normal could mean so many things. What is normal in our society? What bodies are considered normal and not normal? The social element of humanity has played an extreme role on all beings. 'What could normal mean to me?' You thought.

"That’s why it’s important you don’t tell anyone. Not even Jade.” You nodded your head at Casey’s request to keep your mouth shut. Casey and April had done a great job in not telling you or anyone else about him because you never would’ve guessed.

”Does April know about him, too?” You wondered, and Casey shook his head yes.

You never would've guessed they were affiliated with someone so popular around New York City.

You confidently put your pinky out, "You have my word."

No matter what age, a pinky promise is the ultimatum of trust. If one breaks a pinky promise, then they're never to be trusted again nor spoken to.

Casey interlocked his pinky with yours like you both usually did in the past (whether it be to not tell April something he's planned or whenever you gossiped about school,) but this time it was different. His grip was stronger than it usually was.

"I know you don't break your promises, L/n." Jones smiled and sighed, "Have a good night, I'll see you soon." With that, you waved to Casey's retreating body walking toward his apartment door as he gingerly waved back to you.

~

You sigh and lay in your bed with Stella snuggled at the end of your bed. Your wound is covered so it could heal, the painkillers had helped the discomfort from it.

After speaking with Jade to let her know what happened, you assured her that you were okay despite her deep concern for your safety. You stuck to your promise and left out a big chunk of what really happened by replacing Casey and Raph with the police instead.

She was grateful that you were safe, and let you know that if you weren't feeling up to class once the weekend finished, she would ask around for notes from the classes you were missing.

"I should be okay by Monday. Thank you, Jade, I love you. I'll see you on campus." With that, you both hung up.

You scroll through social media for a bit before going to sleep as the soft music playing from your speaker echos through your studio apartment. Tapping on various Instagram stories, you stop on Teddy's. It was of the scoreboard from tonight's game. Home: 25 Guest: 13.

Congrats Teddy! So sorry I couldn't be there to support you, tell me all about it in Physics :D

And...sent.

Placing your phone down and getting comfortable in your sheets about to drift to sleep, rhythmic 4 knocks are heard from the large window a couple of feet from your bed.

It took you a couple of seconds to find the strength to get up from the warmth of your covers, and when you did to see who or what was knocking, you saw a paper folded and stuck between the window to prevent it from flying away.

You look out the window, but see nothing other than the ladder leading up to the roof, and the busy way under you. You make out a motorcycle revving loudly, and a silver figure speeding down the street at the bottom. You knew based on the news headlines of The Nightwatcher's mode of transportation, and this fits the description.

Grabbing the paper, you sit back on your bed to open it up.

"""Got your camera back, but it's fucked up, and I mean FUCKED UP. I'm gonna see if one of my bros can fix it for ya. Take this as a token for not freaking out about what you saw. Appreciate it more than you may think. Stay safe."""

- R

Written in maroon ink, you took note of the handwriting "R" had. It was surprisingly neat, considering he had 3 fingers. It was no doubt this was Raphael anyway, from the initial to his intuition of what you might've seen that was out of the ordinary.

You decide to keep the note and put it in the drawer beside your bed.

Lying back in your bed and wrapping yourself in the sheets, you fall asleep to the thought of the unlucky yet lucky events that took place tonight.

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[trashlie]

ASHLIE OMFG HAVE YOU READ EP 222? IM ONLY ON THE BEGINNING OF IT AND IM ALREADY FREAKING OUT AT THE NEWS ARTICLES. HOLY CRAP WE FINALLY HAVE SOME BACKSTORY

>> FP 222 SPOILERS TO FOLLOW <<

I'm mobile and can't insert a line break so SKIP THIS REPLY IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS

LISTEEEEEEENNNNNNNN it took me an hour last night to really get through everything and get my head around it! I haven't even begun a thoughts post yet because there was SO MUCH to parse through and it's NUTS!!!!! Something that really struck me is how much bigger this expose is than any of us really imagined! All this time I've thought of the Yui/Hirahara angle without realizing JUST how involved the Kim family is!

Recently I've been thinking a LOT about the Gun Kim is Kousuke's Biological Father theory - supposing it's true, why would Yui have a baby fathered by Gun if she married Rand? I don't mean this in a gasp why infidel way, I mean it because I assumed Rand married into the family to play a bigger role in the company, so why Gun Kim of all people? The fact that Sangchul's name matches the naming convention of Youngchul Kim, the former chairman?! Grandpappy?! Now everything makes more sense: the Kims and Hiraharas becoming partners, how Gun could possibly be Kousuke's father, the chummy history between the Kims and Hiraharas. 🤯🤯

Finally learning more about how Rand got involved with this family at all?! I truly thought he married into the family first and THEN got involved but finding out it was the other way around is NUTS. Also that he sold his company to the Hiraharas and then started working for them and made it from CFO to CEO? YOOOOOOOOOO. It also makes me wonder a little more about his relationship with Yui. It's always felt like he's "trapped"- she has made a pointed threat before about how he wouldn't want to lose everything he worked so hard for. If his involvement to the company is not tethered by his marriage, then what is holding him back? Does Yui have dirt on him about his past? Is it really simply that he doesn't want to lose everything? Was there a prenup? Lol so many thoughts.

Also re: Rand taking over Youngchul's position, it really runs in the family, huh? The Kims are well and truly VILE men hyurk take em down!

The woman and son living illegally in the country in an apartment that she paid double the rent for, always on time 😭 That's Nessa and Nol, there's NO way it's not. Absolutely DEVASTATING. It definitely reads like she was drugged and someone arranged it to look like a suicide. Like, don't get me wrong, I know parents absolutely can choose to take their lives, but someone who uprooted herself and her son to move somewhere so they can be near the father? Unproblematic people who kept to themselves? It just doesn't feel like a choice she'd make, to abandon her son somewhere like that. And we already have a common thread of people being drugged and harm coming to them.

I think this flashback from 64+65 is Nol arriving home and finding out what happened. It's heavily paralleled to what happened with Shinae and the accusations that this is all his fault, that she's hurt because of you. There's no way this memory would come up like that if they weren't "similar" scenarios, one reminding of the other. I say "similar" because it's always seemed like whatever happened to Nessa, Nol seems to have internalized as his fault, right? Absolutely dreadful, so heartbreaking. And if he absolutely and truly believes it's his fault, no wonder he thinks he deserves nothing good, thar be must punish himself for life 😭

GOD. So heavy, SO much is in those articles. I feel both excited and... scared? for Yujing's expose. It's clearly more than just Yui, a whole deep dive into the dark and sinister natures of the Kims and Hiraharas, and the many people who have been hurt and/or blamed for the things they do. Yujing's entire angle is about reporting the REAL truth and not letting the media twist things, and we know the Kims and Hiraharas are influential and rich enough to evade punishment for their heinous deeds, and it seems that's Yujing's whole thing - to take them down.

I think that's why, when Yujing found out Nol pleaded guilty, she wondered if she was giving him too much credit. He definitely seems to have pleaded guilty because he's tired of fighting and I would likely be worse if he pled innocent and was still found guilty (through foul-play of course). But Yujing can see how it works to her and the case's advantage: another innocent person who has been hurt while the Kims and Hiraharas get away again with their nefarious activities.

GODDDDDDD. Please do come back after you finish reading! Feel free to send me a message if you want! This episode was SO MUCH. On patreon quimchee said it was mostly visuals so it might feel short buy it feels SO loaded aaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!

[kitkatwinchester]

*SCREAMS*

THE F*CKING STAMP!!!

IT WAS THE F*CKING STAMP!!!

And the antidote is RIGHT F*CKING THERE!!!

IT'S LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT TO THEM!!!

AND THEY HAVE NO IDEA!!!!

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS!!!!

I'M SO FREAKING STRESSED RIGHT NOW I LITERALLY CANNOT!!!

WHYYYYYYYYY??!!! :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

That said...

It's SO CLOSE, and Deaton and Derek--thank GOD for Satomi--figured it out, which means they're gonna go get it, which means they're gonna see our teens, which means they're gonna be able to save them (also as an aside, that little moment between Derek and Satomi was soooo cute, and I'm SO freaking glad it happened or we never would've heard about the tea), which hopefully means that NO ONE WILL DIE.

So HURRY THE F*CK UP PLEASE!!!

Because Lydia says it's not just a feeling, she f*cking KNOWS, and that is NOT GOOD.

And Malia just went blind (though, as an aside, I guess it's good that she wasn't able to figure out that she's a Hale by looking at the list), and Scott isn't far behind, and if it's affecting Kira neurologically, who knows what'll happen to her next, and Stiles has a gun pointed on him right now, and I just...

F*CK!!

...all of that said.

STILES I LOVE YOU SO F*CKING MUCH!!!

His absolute panic and worry about his friends, and his desperation to find something to save them. The fact that, even in his awful state, his mind is still running full force, and he’s still trying to solve the puzzle and come up with a solution.

And then there's his scene with Scott, because Scott is right, they do have to tell her, but Stiles is soooo worried about losing her to Peter, and I just...baby no. Do you really think she'd leave you like that? I don't think she'd leave you like that. I really like to think that she would be loyal to you and trust you LONG before she trusted Peter, regardless of how manipulative he tries to be. But he's SO worried about it and I just...

AND THEN HIS SCENE WITH MALIA!

He's just so gentle with her when he wakes her up, and his voice is so soft and comforting, and he just takes off his jacket and gives it to her with literally no preamble.

AND THEN THE LITTLE HANDHOLD!! AND THE WAY HE SAYS THE SAME THING SHE SAID TO HIM IN THE CAR EARLIER IN THE SEASON!

"You're coming back, right?" "Yeah. I'd never leave you behind."

AND THEN THE LITTLE FOREHEAD KISS!

AND THE LAST LOOK AT HER!

HE'S SO WORRIED I CANNOT!!!

And then bonus points for how close Kira's staying to Scott, and how she's just embracing him and basically holding him up and not letting him out of her sight, because she's equally worried.

AHHHHH!!!

I HATE THE HURT, BUT I LOVE THE COMFORT!!!

And like I always say, you can't have one without the other.

SOMEBODY GET THEM OUT OF THERE PLEASE!

SOMEBODY CURE THEM!!!

DON'T LET STILES GET SHOT AND LEAVE MALIA BEHIND!!!

DON'T LET SCIRA AND MALIA DIE AND LEAVE STILES BEHIND!!!

PLEASE SAVE THEM!!!

PLEASE HURRY!!!

*cries*

(Couldn't find a gif of the goodbye moment but SAME ENERGY! :'( <3)

[roguerogerss]

A Long Day of Saving Your Ass

(gif isn’t mine, creds to the owner!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Plot: “Hi darlin! If you’re still taking requests could you do a Bucky x reader where she gets her ass saved from literal death by Bucky during a mission and she refuses to leave his side on the way back or at the tower? And he gives her a back/foot massage to make her nerves calm down aaand they may or may not share a kiss bc they like each other? I hope that makes sense, tysm! 💞” - requested by anon

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of fights/blood/kinda ptsd but not really? she’s pretty much just really shaken up and Bucky’s cute and protective as hell about it. also kinda sexual themes towards the end, no smut or anything though it’s all fluff!

(A/N: first of all, thank you so much for all of the love on my last fic, it really really does mean the world and that was just totally insane. okay, so, this request only came in yesterday, but I was so in love with the concept and had this wave of ideas for what I could write, and so here it is! thank you so much for this one, bby! as always, requests are open for any marvel boy you want, plus any of the stranger things boys. i do smut too hehe. any feedback is so welcome and appreciated, it really helps! please like and reblog!)

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The quinjet was ready to take off, engine on, Steve behind the wheel. But Y/N wasn't there yet. They'd been holding off on leaving, giving her time to get out and the opportunity to do it without help, but Bucky had been antsy since he'd gotten on the vehicle and realised that she wasn't there.

It wasn't exactly a secret that he liked her, in a way that he hadn't really liked anyone in over seventy years. He'd never admitted it to anyone, not even to himself out loud, but you have to have a certain level of intelligence and basic sight to join the Avengers in the first place, and it wasn't hard to figure out.

Y/N was oblivious to it, rolling her eyes whenever Natasha teased her about 'Bucky's little crush', never taking it seriously. If she'd known that they were really serious about it, she wouldn't have hesitated to make a move. She was inherently forward, had no sense of shame whatsoever, it was common knowledge that she would've said something, at the very least.

"Hey, Y/N, where are you right now?" Bucky spoke into the intercoms, earning wide eyed glances from the rest of the team. They knew that she hated being rushed, hated being babied even more, and the fact that Bucky was doing both was probably about to blow up in all of their faces.

There were obvious sounds of struggle on her end as she answered back with a grunt, "South side, got ten guys on my case. Think I can handle it, though."

"We're ready to leave, Y/N." Bucky grunted, leaning forward in his seat and chewing at his lip. He was met back with a crash and a strangled groan from the assassin, making him shoot up and towards the exit of the ship.

"Bucky, where are you going? She'll kill you if you try to help her-" Tony was standing now, too, worried about his teammate, but figuring that she'd find some way out. Bucky shook his head and pressed the button to open the escape hatch.

"She's going to die if I don't help her, Stark. Keep the engine running, we'll be back in a second." And he was gone with that. Steve closed the hatch, radioing to Bucky to 'keep in touch' as he did so.

Bucky pulled his machine gun from the holster on his back, shooting two guards that were stationed at the front entrance of the Hydra base that they'd sneakily infiltrated, managing to only cause a few minor scenes. He was inside and backed against a wall, scoping out his route to the south side of the building, without wasting a second.

His feet pounded on the metal stairs as he made his way down to where they'd been earlier, where he knew that Y/N still was, and he looked around himself cautiously, gears in his arm turning.

He could hear the fight before he could see it, and he could tell from the noises that Y/N wasn't doing so well. A lot of crashing, thuds, groans mostly from her. The sight wasn't exactly easy to look at either, she was covered in blood, slumped against a wall and kicking her legs wildly while one of the agents held a gun to her temple.

Bucky knew that he had to act fast, and so he shot the agent with the gun without giving away his position, and then proceeded to open fire on the rest of them, trusting in the fact that Y/N knew how to dodge a bullet.

When he was sure that the agents were dead, each one of them crumpled in heaps on the floor, he slung his gun back over his shoulder and ran for Y/N, who let out a relieved sigh upon seeing Bucky. "Oh my God, Buck." She whispered. She wasn't sure what she meant by the words, what she wanted to convey in them, but he seemed to pick up just fine as he wrapped his arms around her shaking and compacted body.

"You're okay, I've got you." He rested his head on top of hers for a second, breathing heavy, just allowing himself to enjoy how it felt to have his body draped over hers. "We've gotta go, okay?"

"I can't run." She said assertively, knowing that there was no way that she'd be able to get up and run like hell, like Bucky seemingly wanted her to. He nodded once, gave her an apologetic smile, and then scooped her up into his arms without another word.

She scrambled to grip onto his black jacket, a gasp leaving her mouth as he picked her up from the floor, flesh arm supporting the backs of her knees and the metal one around her shoulders. He chuckled at her reaction, the way that she white-knuckled the leather of his combat jacket. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you."

"How do you expect me to believe that?" She croaked, trying her hardest to be her usual, sardonic self, but failing miserably as she realised just how fast and hard her heart was beating.

"Because I just saved you from at least ten guys who wanted to kill you within a minute, I'm not dropping you." Bucky replied as he ascended the stairs and she buried her face in his chest, the smell of his cologne relaxing her. He allowed a soft smile to cross his face, bringing his metal hand to her head and almost rocking her like an infant or a small child who had a nightmare.

For Tony saying that she hated being 'babied', she seemed to enjoy it when it was coming from Bucky.

They were back at the ship within a few minutes. Steve had taken off, and Bucky had gone to sit in the back of the ship on his own. Or at least, he'd wanted to sit in the back of the ship on his own, but Y/N was so shaken up and had looked at him like she was a lost puppy when he'd tried to leave her alone, and so he smiled and told her to come with him.

Everyone else had looked between themselves, grinning like mad. "He really likes her." Steve commented and Natasha nodded.

"She really likes him, I'm well aware of that fact." She said.

"I've never seen The Winter Soldier so caring. And, was that - sorry if this seems outlandish - a smile? On Bucky Barnes' face? Surely not." Tony pitched in, leaning back in his chair while his friends laughed.

Meanwhile, Y/N was curled up in a chair, chewing at her fingernails and dabbing at her bloody face with a wet cloth that Bruce had given her the second that she'd gotten on the ship. Bucky watched her, his heart breaking at the way that her hands shook as she brought them to her face, at the way that her entire body shook.

"Hey." He placed a tender and soothing hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles there. "It's okay, you're safe now."

She gave him a wobbly smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and placed her hand over his, allowing him to interlock their fingers. "Yeah. Safe now."

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She still hadn't left his side, apart from briefly so that she could take a shower. He'd offered to come back to her room with her when she'd hovered around the lounge while everyone else had already dispersed, reminding her that no one was going to hurt her.

She was laying on her bed, hair wet and wearing nothing but a big shirt, while Bucky sat awkwardly on the edge of it, twisting the sheets between his fingers. "You don't have to sit there, you know. I have a sofa, or you can sit back."

Bucky shook his head and looked round at her, she was still visibly shaking, eyes darting around to show just how on edge she was. "It's fine, darlin'. M'fine." His voice was more ragged than he'd expected it to be. "I'm just here to make sure that you're okay."

"Well," She held her arms out, "Come here, that'd make me feel okay." It was a bold move, one that told of her feelings towards Bucky, but she didn't mind much, figuring that he probably wouldn't decline her.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her, but still, kicked his boots off and lay down next to her, allowing her to wrap her arms tightly around his torso and press her cheek over his heart. "Hey, you're okay, sweetheart." He stroked her hair. "There's nothing to be on edge about, yeah? I've got you."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Sorry, I don't know why I'm so freaked out." Her breathing was picking back up again, so Bucky shushed her and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, something that drove the butterflies in her stomach wild.

"It's okay, baby." The nickname just added to the way that her stomach fluttered, and she swallowed hard to try to forget about it. "Hey, how about I do something that'll relax you, yeah?"

"And what would that be, Barnes?" She smirked mischievously and he laughed at her.

"Lay on your stomach." He removed his arm from around her shoulders, and she looked at him with one eyebrow raised, obviously thinking that he was implying something way more forward than what he was actually implying. "Woah, no, no, no. I give good back massages, metal arm and all."

She laughed, throwing her head back into the pillows at the headboard of her bed. "Oh my God, Bucky. I hate you so much." She breathed out, flipping over so that she was laying on her stomach, back exposed to him.

"Can I pull your shirt up, or?" Bucky whispered, running his hands up and down the back of her t-shirt, and she nodded.

His breath hitched in his throat and he found himself struggling to think straight when he lifted the hem of her large shirt, to show that she was only wearing a pair of black panties underneath. She didn't seem to mind, so he didn't mention it, even though his breathing was hindered as he trailed his hands from the small of her back to her shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles as he did so.

She sighed and could've sworn that her eyes rolled back into her head as she relaxed into his touch, one hand cold and the other warm. She understood what he meant when he said that he was good at giving back massages.

"Feel okay?" He asked softly, swallowing hard. She nodded again.

"My God, Bucky, feels fucking amazing." She moaned, and he hated himself when his stomach flipped upon hearing her. "You're so good at that."

He had to stop when she said that, hands still on her shoulders but unmoving, just sitting still. He couldn't think about anything else other than sex when she was moaning like that, something that he wanted to punch himself for. It was such a tender moment, she was scared and so vulnerable, and all that was going through his brain were those thoughts.

"You okay?" She asked, and when he didn't answer she flipped back over, sitting in front of him. He looked like he'd seen a ghost as his tongue darted out to lick over his bottom lip. She reached a hand out, caressing his cheek gently to bring him back to reality. "Bucky?"

"Can I kiss you?" The words were leaving his mouth before he even knew what to do with them, what they meant and how she'd react. As soon as he realised what he'd said, he had his face in his hands, shaking his head. "Shit, sorry."

"No. No, Bucky, don't apologise. Look at me." She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, prying his hands away from his face. "Yes. Of course you can kiss me."

He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if what she'd just said was real. She was looking into his eyes so intently, staring at the light blue rings around his pupils, realising how pretty they really were now that she was this close. "Kiss me." She whispered, and Bucky took no hesitation in complying to what she was asking of him.

His lips were on hers, and they were so gentle and soft, gliding against hers effortlessly. He pulled her closer to him with a hand on her back, the other cupping her cheek lovingly. His tongue had soon slipped between her lips, earning a soft little whine from her, as his tongue met hers and they worked out how to move them together in harmony.

She eventually pulled back, breathless, and simply grinned at him before laying back and pulling him with her. They resumed their earlier position, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist, his arm around her shoulders, her head on his chest while his hand stroked her hair. "Relaxed?" He laughed and she smiled and nodded.

"I'll get goin', it's late and you look tired, princess." Another nickname, another flourish from the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Just as Bucky was getting up to leave, she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him back to her, snuggling back up to his chest.

"Stay. Please."

[bibiana112]

aoi and/or akane for the headcanon thing?

Them!! Aight, Imma start with Aoi

Sexuality Headcanon: Well it's not really headcanon, he's bi and there's nothing you can do about it <3

Gender Headcanon: Gender nonconforming he/they dude that often goes over the top with acessorizing and honestly good for him I too will die if I am perceived without a tiara, scarf, gloves and earrings all at once

A ship I have with said character: @gaulemtypefemale-dm-l-016 talked my ear off about Aoilight once and completely sold me on the two. I'm not big on shipping but I want good things for Aoi and they're really cute and snakegay so like yeah I really enjoy this one

A BROTP I have with said character: Him and Phi! I read a fic once that had a bit about them getting along and forming a friendship based on being the only blatantly queer people in the crash keys meetings, and I love that for them lol

A NOTP I have with said character: Him and Clover... I won't tag my friend they haven't been active in forever but we've talked about this So Many Times lmao. They really like the two together and whatever good for them but?? I can't?? There was even one time we were on a freaking field trip bus and they were trying to make this pairing make sense and I was absolutely losing my mind. It was a ton of fun lol. Anyways, yeaaah.. she axe murdered him and he called her a stupid bitch while holding a gun, not my definition of romance

A random headcanon: I came up with this literally yesterday or so cause of the whole health thing I had, but like, I can see him giving himself a scar from scratching the syringe mark too much in the aftermath of the first nonary game

General Opinion over said character: Gotta be one of my top comfort characters of all time, no joke, don't wanna give away this bit of my tragic backstory so like, what can I say, seeing this story from his perspective just means a lot to me. The system and general life circumstances were never kind but he was just that stubborn and determined to find a way for their little family of two to be happy again despite all the compromises, like, being the older sibling as well sure helps appreciate some stuff going on there mostly the willingness to commit a crime in retaliation. Also I genuinely love that he's, by his own words, just a secretary and there for support lol

Okay now for the girl boss half of the dynamic duo

Sexuality Headcanon: Idk never thought about it much, she comes across to me like as someone who's not necessarily aroace but will not give a crap about picking a label because she doesn't give a crap about getting in a relationship with, or even paying this kind of attention to anyone that's not her boi™ but who knows when they're not star-crossed anymore how she'd be about it

Gender Headcanon: Nonbinary she/her because idk I get gender vibes from her, I feel like she'd have a lot of gender feelings going on under the surface, like, idk how to explain it. Is it because my hair used to look like that and I used to dress in a lot of baggy purples and blacks? Probaby Love the idea of her weaponizing her inner gender ambiguity with the Zero stuff tho

A ship I have with said character: Junepei, for the soul, it's got so much to it and none of it is straightforward aside from the fact that they have like a bond™ I like all flavors this ship comes in, divorce wins junepei, healthy lovestruck junepei and c-team polycule

A BROTP I have with said character: I think she would be besties with Clover, they'd go shopping and pester the hell out of their big brothers together <3

A NOTP I have with said character: I honestly don't know? I haven't really seen many ships with her that aren't Junepei or super tiny and valid rarepairs... Well I don't like Sigma, some people must ship the two right, don't like it

A random headcanon: Everytime she comes across Junpei or Aoi asleep on some part of their houses she kind of stops for a moment to make sure their chests are going up and down and they're like... alive. If she didn't stare and check then the images she'd have in the corner of her eye would be a bit too bloody. She doesn't tell either of them but abruptly wakes them up from time to time

General Opinion over said character: Here's the thing, I always use the word Ambivalent to describe my opinion on her, like, specifically that word. Not neutral, ambivalent. Contradictory feelings, much like she herself is quite paradoxical. She's absolutely outstanding as a character and though she's the kind of person I know I'd loathe to have to deal with on many levels there are also so many other levels that I like, can relate to her on? Going back and playing through 999 again made me stop and realize that, It's weird, I'd be fully on board with her if her motivations didn't graduate to a generic saving the world plot later on tbh

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Reposting because my hand slipped and deleted the whole friggin' post ahhhhh

Anyways have this KaiAo police AU I've had lying around for months.

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Honestly, Aoko didn't expect Kaitou KID to turn up despite having agreed to.

She'd been sitting in the corner Starbucks of the street near her house for the past ten minutes, which was precisely twenty minutes before her agreed meeting time with KID. She figured it'll be a good idea to check out the place for any suspicious activity, despite being quite sure the person in question wouldn't pull anything funny for the sake of his silly honor or something, but that idea seemed pretty extra when a man holding a cup of hot chocolate call strolling up next to her. The name on his cup said 'Katsuki', a name that put a smirk on her face.

"There's still quite some time before one o'clock, you know," she said, scanning the man thoroughly.

"Now now. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to let a lovely lady wait, would it?" commented the man - Kaitou KID - with a slightly apologetic tone. "I didn't make you wait long, did I?"

She shook her head, amused. "I just arrived earlier than you. Please take a seat."

"So. Anything you're interested in knowing?" he asked first thing upon plopping down into his seat. A grin. "I'm pretty certain this isn't just a normal date to ask about my life in the past four years, Aoko-chan~~"

Aoko gave him her best glare, but chose to say nothing. She was an adult, for crying out loud. Not that same high school student who gets pissed at every little thing KID does to get a reaction out of her. Yes, she can handle this maturely like an adult.

"You can say there's something I want to ask you," she said, fingers fumbling as they wrapped around her paper cup and brought it up to her face. Yes, the fresh scent of coffee was exactly what needed to keep her sane and cool. She eyed his attire. It was one of his more casual 'disguises', if she could even call it one. He wore a fine dark green jacket over a black turtleneck and jeans, accompanied by glasses and a cap. She wanted to make some kind of statement, something to make fun of his disguise, but it somehow did a good job of securing his identity, so it didn't seem right to say such a thing. Maybe it had something to do with experience of using the same freaking disguise for years without fail.

Too immersed in thought, she didn't realize her intense gaze placed on the thief before her. He had to wave to get her out of her brief daze.

"Is that cup of yours gonna be hauled at me if I say something that upsets you?" he asked with a pointed finger.

She smirked. "Depends. Are you gonna say something that will upset me?"

"Well, I hardly know what will upset you, Nakamori-san." He shrugged.

"Lies," she offered. "I'd hate those, when I had to go through all this trouble to contact you for this date."

His eyes darted up at her, she noticed, no thanks to the thick shades casted on his face by the cap. Reading people was what Aoko considered to be her talent, an ability she gained in hopes of becoming more understanding of her best friend who always tried to fool her with some stupid 'poker face'-

No. This was not a good time to think of him of all people. She was on an important mission right now, which, even if the police force didn't know, might have something to do with the criminal group they've been investigating for months but failed to get any leads on. This… this was a good chance for her to shine, and possibly clear up the business she had with KID, from her high school years. Even if she knew she had next to zero chance of ever capturing him, she wanted to know his secret- the mystery behind his persona. He was not just some thief who seemed attention or money, and her experiences with criminals so far told her that some had stories behind their actions.

She wanted to know the story that made KID decide to keep on his facade for so many years.

"You can rest assured then. I wouldn't come all the way here to lie to you."

"Then I expect you will answer whatever questions I have with honesty."

"You sound like a mom talking to her child, if I'm being honest."

She glared.

"Okay, okay. Ask away. I'll give you whatever info I can give."

Now, that asked for a direct question. "What is your motive for returning?"

He frowned. "Pardon?"

"There's a reason for your return, I'm sure. After disappearing for four whole years. I want to know that reason."

"And here I thought you were going to ask me something related to the… well, object of your investigations."

"That'll be for later."

"If you say so," he said, leaning back and stretching his legs lazily as he took a sip of his drink. "I was just there to work, which I can't see why you would interest yourself in."

"I want to know."

"…I'm sure you've noticed that I've stopped with those dazzling heists of mine?"

"Yes. I probably wouldn't have learnt of your return if I didn't run into you at the crime scene the other day."

"I was on duty, collecting data for someone."

"As in?"

"My employer."

She huffed, crossing her arms. "That does not answer my question."

"I told you I'd answer what I could. The name of my employer is one of the things I couldn't disclose to anyone. Don't most jobs have this common rule saying 'keep each client's info secret' or something?"

"Fine then. What were you doing then? I suppose you are allowed to tell me the events of your job?"

"You know what politicians love the most, Nakamori-san?"

"What?" she narrowed her eyes, surprised by the sudden turn of conversation. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's the best description I can give you regarding my activities near your job site."

"Wait. You're not telling me you now work to collect blackmail for politicians, are you?!" Aoko exclaimed in a sharp whisper, self-conscious of the few stares they were starting to earn from the surrounding customers. She wondered if she should have picked a more private space after all, but who knew when the suspicious character from back then at the crime scene was gonna make his return? She didn't know if the person - whoever he was - was a threat at all, but she had a bad feeling that something bad was happening in due time, and she didn't want to risk anything.

"You think so highly of me, Nakamori-san," he said, tone tainted with sarcasm. "I hardly think politicians would trust a thief like me to do their dirty work - if they could even afford my services in the first place." Noting how Aoko didn't respond, he continued. "I was in the bar that night. I don't know if you police inspectors know this, but there was a meeting between two gun smugglers - Kurosawa and Kaizaki - last night somewhere in Shibuya."

Aoko nodded. "I think I've heard something of the sort."

"I happen to know this Kurosawa always meets up with his lover in this bar, and he always tells her everything - and I mean it when I say everything." KID produced a feather in his hands all of a sudden, fiddling with it in a way Aoko thought she recognized. Maybe all magicians have that habit, she thought. "My quest was to record everything and send it to my employer, which was a fairly simple task, as the guy completely lost his cautiousness with that woman."

He paused briefly, fingers still playing with the feather. "It's funny how easy it was get that info with just a woman. To think that man was considered one of the hardest criminals to track down…" Aoko raised an eyebrow at his out-of-the-place sentence, but cleared her throat preparing for her next question.

"I see. From what I understand, you're being paid to gather info about someone who happens to be one of the most difficult criminals around."

"You can say that."

"What are you, doing that kind of thing?"

"I'm fairly sure there was a character like that in that favorite detective series of yours, wasn't there?" KID remarked with a smile, his grip on the feather tightened. He turned his gaze back to Aoko, which made her shy away as a result.

"And how would you know what detective series I like?"

"Oh? I was fairly certain, you seem like the type to read Holmes."

"Never mind that. It's none of your concern."

"You are correct, but I thought you may be the one to be concerned, seeing I'm talking about the very man the great detective called the worst man in London."

"I believe you are talking about The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton," she replied. "It's one of my favorite stories in the series."

"So I guess that adds to the list of things I know about you, hm?"

"The tiny list of things you know about me," she snarled.

"Fine, fine, geesh. You're still as fiery as I remember, Nakamori-san, except that you're a police detective now. Should I call you Inspector Nakamori for the nostalgia-"

"Don't. Don't mention my father, he's not supposed to be involved in all this mess after everything you've put him through over the years."

"That's… fair." He didn't say anything besides that, and the sudden silence spooked Aoko a little, since KID was always joking and making cheesy remarks every chance he could when they interacted. Seeing him at a loss of words didn't feel as good as she'd thought it would be.

Deciding to steer the conversation back on it's original direction, Aoko spoke first, breaking the brief silence. "So. Milverton, huh? I never thought a day would come where I'd associate the great Kaitou KID with a character like him."

A Cheshire grin spread across the thief's face once again, and Aoko almost smacked herself for feeling the slightest bit of relief. That relief was gone instantly though as he purred, "Great Kaitou KI-"

KID paused his tracks, noting Aoko's expression. His face sunk (at the loss of a chance to mess with her, probably).

"Well, I don't think this Milverton character is deserving of all this hate you put in. In fact, I think he's pretty smart, using secrets of other people to make money…"

"Like you apparently do now? Is that why you compared yourself to him?"

"I'm not all bad, Nakamori-san, contrast to your belief. Sure I sell secrets, but not the kind your character would be interested in. I'd collect that if I were paparazzi…" He stopped, like the mere thought of that scared him (or excited him, she couldn't really tell.) "… But the information I come across usually results in the deforming of illegal groups, arrests of smugglers and so. You can call me a spy… or something along the lines of that."

"As if you'd be so noble," she scoffed, more out of habit than actual scorn. It has never affected him much before when she did it in high school, so why would he be bothered by it now?

Her assumptions were proved wrong however, as KID lowered his face, bitterness fading back into his voice.

"Perhaps I've always been, it's just that you refuse to see it for yourself, Nakamori-san."

That… was out of the blue. Aoko didn't know what she could say to respond - an acknowledgement? That probably wouldn't help much in a situation as awkward as the one before her, so she just spat what the usual, fiery her would say.

"I know exactly what I see."

"If you insist." He hopped off his comfy spot on the couch, grabbing his keys and coffee cup from the table. Aoko knew for sure her words caused discomfort in him, but there wasn't anything she could do to stop him.

There goes her chance to gather more information.

What was she going to do to track down a new lead?

"Wait! I'm not done with my questions yet-!"

He eyed her sideways, "there's always next time."

She was almost certain he was going to leave, but no, not yet.

Much to her surprise, KID stopped by her and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear. "Oh, and Nakamori-san? Not all spies have noble intentions. Thought you had the right to know, seeing that there's one like that right in your department."

He pulled away, a fake smile visible on his face. "And that'll be all for today! I look forward to your next date together, Aoko-chan!" he exclaimed cheerily, giving her a small salute as he skipped out of the cafe.

It took her a whole minute to precess his words, and the conclusion she got wasn't one she liked.