#and also to those photos with cats and signs with their crimes

[myayayakish]

An unforgivable crime.

[randomshyperson]

R U Mine? - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: A game of cat and mouse begins between an Avenger and a criminal. But perhaps there are no winners, as they both fall.

Warnings: mentions of typical canon violence, hints of abusive past and unhealthy work dynamics, some superhero routine lore, more shapeshifter power mentions, mutual pining, forbidden relationship, some teasing, (first) kiss and then a lot of kisses and steamy make out, some fluff and comedy. | Words: 6.965K

A/N-> How many references to Killing Eve can one put in a story. And also, references to the Witch's Road comics. This here is the extra chapter about their first kiss, enjoy reading.

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-&-

Before.

"I know what you're doing."

Three weeks prior, Natasha's sentence would have made her jump with fright. Perhaps she would have tried to hide all those files and lie and lie again, until she could convince herself the whole thing was about the job.

But today? Wanda was tired. She had spent the last few hours stumbling into dead ends, no progress on whatever she was trying to do with all that vague information Shield had on you.

So she lifted her face to the redhead who appeared in her room late at night, two cups of coffee in hand, and chuckled weakly at the statement. It was obvious that the drink was an invitation - perhaps even a sign of 'hey, I'm not trying to start a fight. I want to help,' and Wanda accepted without hesitation.

"It's not like I'm doing a good job of keeping it a secret." She retorts to Nat, who smiles before taking the empty space on the bed. Practically all the Shield files - now labeled Avengers - about you are scattered on the mattress. It's a mess, and to Nat, it makes sense that Wanda hasn't made much progress.

"To be fair, for a first-time Investigation, I think you're doing all right." Says the widow after a sip of her coffee. "You covered your tracks and even used an official justification for researching her. Your mistake was involving Vision."

Wanda sighs. "Let me guess, he talks under pressure?"

Nat chuckles, nodding. Wanda rubs a tension point on her forehead. Taking advantage of this, Natasha gestures to one of the files. "I'm not going to tell you what you can and can't do, Maximoff. But this doesn't seem very healthy."

Wanda gives a sad smile, and Nat expects her to defend herself. But instead, the smaller girl sighs. "I know." She murmurs sincerely, forcing a faint smile at the widow. "But I need this, Nat. It's the first time in months that I've managed to think about anything other than Pietro. And I know it doesn't look healthy, but it's all I've got. I'm an Avenger now. Maybe it's just time to get to work, and arrest villains or something."

Natasha frowned at her, absorbing the confession for a moment before rebutting: "Is that what you want to do with Y/N, though? Lock her up?"

Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. "Of course, Nat."

"You're a terrible liar."

The brunette sighs. "I mean it!"

"And I don't believe you." Nat insists in a good mood despite everything. "Look at all this, Wanda. You've been at it for days. Studying her. Did you even remember to eat anything in the last few hours?" Wanda snorts, gesturing to the breakfast leftovers on the dresser in the corner of the room which makes Natasha let out an incredulous laugh. "Wow, a nutritious example you are."

The witch tosses her hair back. "If you've come here to try to babysit me, please leave."

Natasha rolled her eyes and ignored the other woman's stubbornness. She put her coffee down between her crossed legs and started organizing the files.

"You're naturally perceptive and clever, Maximoff. But you lack experience and practice. You need to put together a timeline and find the gaps." The widow began, and masterfully, all the security camera photos, reports from shield agents, and unexplained crimes related to thieves with no identifiable faces began to connect and make sense. "But I must warn you, I did all this years ago. When I started at Shield, your little friend was already some sort of the goose that laid the golden eggs, or stole the gold for the saying to work."

"She's not my friend." Wanda murmured, her gaze fixed on the files so Natasha wouldn't see her blush. The widow ignored the comment and continued talking.

"My point is that I didn't get very far." Nat says with a sigh. "To be honest, it was an insult to my ego. She was just a kid back there. And she managed to flee much more experienced agents. She had endless, untraceable disguises. She doesn't need to impersonate, you know? She can create faces. It makes her almost impossible to monitor. When we met for the first time, it was she who found me." Nat says, swallowing dryly at her own memories. Wanda's eyes widen softly, listening carefully. "I never told this to anyone, but when Clint first met me, he told me that he felt something. As if he knew I wanted to escape. And when I saw Y/N, I had the same feeling."

"What did you do?" Wanda asked and Nat sighed.

"I couldn't do what Clitn did for me, Wanda, I'm sorry." Said the widow sincerely. "She attacked first. And I had to defend myself. It wasn't just protocol, it was all I'd learned to do."

Wanda frowns. "Why are you telling me all this, Nat?"

The redhead sighs. "Because it's important. It means that she doesn't trust easily, and attacks when she feels threatened. She reminds me of both of us, to be honest." Nat comments, getting a small smile from the witch. "Besides, I want you to be really careful if you do dig into this."

"I will."

"I'm serious, Wanda." Insists the redhead. "Careful not to miss a gun hidden in her dress." She remembers the last official report Wanda made, regarding her first mission, the night she simply couldn't stop thinking about, especially after your secret vision to the compound, and the witch swallows dryly. Nat doesn't mind her hesitation. "Careful in a way that you'll use your powers if necessary."

Without looking the widow in the eye, Wanda retorts between her teeth: "I get it, Nat."

"You're not going to carry this on until you look me in the eye, Maximoff. And swear it."

Wanda's stubbornness falters, and she returns her attention to the widow, looking at her seriously. Nat gives her a small smile as she adds, "It's not just Clint who cares about your safety. We all do. I'm not going to allow you to throw yourself headlong into something dangerous just to escape your grief, Wanda. Swear that you'll be very careful, and you'll walk away if it gets too dangerous."

Wanda is surprised by the tenderness, and a little embarrassed. It takes a moment but she finally nods. "I swear." She says before adding. "I want to help Y/N. Like Clint helped you. Not lock her up, like I said before."

Natasha chuckles. "I know, kid. I know."

With the Black Widow’s blessing, she kept digging those files. And Nat didn't lie, you're untraceable. Every time you meet, it's clear that you've let yourself be found. Even with handcuffs on your wrist, you keep smiling as if it was all part of the plan. Judging by the way you always escape from prisons, later going public that some confidential information for the police was stolen, this is easily confirmed.

The Avengers are getting used to the strange persecution, very much because each of them has their secrets. And just like his protégé, Steve Rogers had side missions to pursue Bucky. It would be hypocritical of him to hold anything against Wanda for being after you.

And Wanda couldn't stop. Even after hundreds of dead ends and ridiculous escapes. She had to meet you, and have less than five minutes in your presence with another twelve agents and the whole Avengers present every fortnight when they manage to track you only for you to escape again. She didn't know why, but she had the impression that you looked forward to these moments as much as she did.

Like a little private game of mouse and cat, only you and her were part of.

-&-

There are a hundred things to do in the Capital of Crime.

The most complete list of gambling games imaginable, right down to a mural of targets to be captured.

All these things are at your disposal, and all you can think about is the new addition to the Avengers team.

Wanda Maximoff was born in the country that fell from the sky around the same time that Baron Strucker was playing Pinky and the Brain with your cells in a secret laboratory of the now-destroyed Hydra. A Stark bomb made her an orphan, and after bouncing from orphanage to orphanage, often expelled for getting into trouble with her twin brother, Wanda embarked on protest groups in search of civil rights until she was finally recruited into a human experimentation program that turned her into an enhanced version of herself. She was the only reason for the first time in your life that you wished you hadn't split with Strucker so soon - If you'd still been his puppy instead of the clients he got, you would have met her. You may have become friends.

"She's doing it again." Xu Xialing whispered to Layla, the two engaged in a game of Beat the Hero - a competition of colored cards that contained electronic figures detailing the abilities of real-life superheroes. It was, in a way, training for possible battles in real life, where they learned about their enemies by playing. The two of them were sitting in opposite armchairs, while you were practically lying on the sofa, drinking with a lost look on your face. According to them, fantasizing for the tenth time in a row about the Avenger you met in Italia weeks ago.

Layla giggled when she saw your expression before turning her face to Xu Xialing again. "You know, they say Maximoff has psychic powers. Maybe Y/N is under a spell."

"A love spell, that is." Mocks the Chinese woman, getting a laugh from the other.

You only came out of your trance of thoughts about Wanda with the bell from the private room you were in. Your face changed before the curtain opened, and Xu Xialing was the first to look at the security guard entering, somewhat annoyed at having her private time playing games with friends interrupted.

"Forgive me for intruding, madam. The Countess is here and requests the Sage to join her." The man said, and Xialing nodded in understanding. She turned to you, but there was no need. With a soft leap from the sofa, you got to your feet and took one of Layla's cards from her pile - you threw it on the board and helped her win the game, taking the opportunity to leave the room while the two of them discussed whether the assisted victory had been fair or not.

The Golden Daggers Club was as packed and vibrant as ever. The next round of betting for the fights was due to start soon, and there were a lot of people shouting their bets to the judges, and joining the fight cages, so you had to make some effort to follow the venue's security guard into the special area of the place - where federal agents were given even more privacy to be around.

Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine was waiting for you alone, but behind a door with six security guards guarding her. Each of them gave you a look of contempt, but you walked past them without any reaction until you were with Valentina in a room with no windows, every inch of which was covered in priceless works of art, many of them stolen throughout history, which you and Layla recovered together in the service of the Ten Rings.

"You wanted to see me, Countess?" was your greeting, softly snarky. You weren't in the best of moods, especially since Valentina had interrupted your rest.

The woman gave you a false smile from the armchair where she was sitting waiting for you. A closed file and a glass of wine lay on the corner table.

"Oh, what a surprise, after your last defeat, I thought you'd given up on Sage." She comments with a certain venom on your disguise, the same one you wore two weeks ago when you went on what she called a streak of bad luck in the Club's fighting competitions, but which Xu Xialing called a distracted lovesick puppy. You try to disguise your clumsiness by clearing your throat.

Checking that the door is closed, you return to your real appearance and Valentina gives you a small but genuine smile.

"What do you want?" you insist, and in response, she pats the file resting on the table. You sigh. "What's this?"

"Last month has been very busy, but I've finally had time to review some of your late missions reports." She begins and you hide your nervousness, knowing full well where this conversation could end. "I apologize for taking so long to check them, darling. I hope you don’t think I’m jeopardizing your learning progress."

"Stop stalling, Valentina, just tell me what the problem is." You retort grumpily but she chuckles, her fingers tracing the paper before she grabs the file.

“Normally, I trust your experience, but I've heard that you've been particularly... antsy in your last few operations. Of course, you've successfully made it out of all of them, after all, we're having this conversation, but for a master of disguise, the increased number of encounters with the Avengers attracted my curiosity. I thought I'd take a closer look at your original encounters with them, and found an interesting passage in your report on Italy two months ago."

The page is already marked and in the next moment, she begins to read;

"My exit was interrupted by the presence of a new Avenger. A woman, perhaps the same age as me. The new, improved one from Sokovia. Average height, brown hair. Green eyes. Intense. Hypnotizing."

You swallow dryly, looking down at your feet. You're grateful to have control over your own body, or Valentina would be able to watch your cheeks blush.

She continues reading. "We faced each other briefly. The girl doesn't have complete control of her abilities, it was a quick fight. I immobilized her and departed in the getaway vehicle. No disguise was compromised, no other witnesses." Valentina narrates, finally raising her eyes from the file to you. "You know what's funny, sweetheart? The Avengers submitted their own report on Sapienza, and Wanda Maximoff describes the encounter with a Shapeshifter in detail. My question is, why are you lying for someone who didn't hesitate to use her special abilities to show her team your real appearance?"

You're caught off guard. A conflict of emotions rises in your chest, from anger to disappointment. It hurts. It's confusing and suffocating, and you feel the urge to start crying. But none of these emotions floats over your expression, your nails digging into your palm are enough to keep everything well buried.

With a soft sigh, you look Valentina in the eye.

"I don't trust the CIA."

Your boss chuckles, closing the file and crossing her legs. It's not exactly her best lie, but it seems to work on her.

"If this is about the Hydra clean-up in the public sector, I can assure you that we're safe." Valentina says. "Besides, your job is to trust me, Y/N. Not the CIA, or the Ten Rings, or any of your contractors. Only me, dear child, must you trust."

You bite your tongue hard, tears almost escaping this time. 

"I just..." You try, not knowing exactly what to say. "There was a conflict, and the girl, she beat me. Effortlessly. That energy she possesses revealed my disguise immediately, I had no chance to try another one. So I made a choice, and I omitted the part that I thought would do me any harm. Isn't that what you taught me to do?"

Right answer. Valentina grins, before sighing and standing up. You don't want her to touch you, but she puts her hands on your arms and you resist the urge to pull away.

"I'm proud of you, you're getting cleverer every day. I want you to be this way, Y/N. Strong-willed, resourceful." She compliments you, her hands moving up to your cheeks. You try to smile, but Valentina squeezes your skin tighter. "That doesn't mean you will lie to me. Understand?" She asks but doesn't expect a vocal response. Your nod is more than enough for her to give you a fake smile and loosen her grip. "You're my most valuable employee. I don't want you to put yourself in vulnerable situations without a reason."

Valentina steps away, and you decide to take a chance.

"She's like me." It's more hesitant than you'd like, but it's enough to make your boss raise an eyebrow at you. Swallowing dryly, you continue. "Wanda and her brother were also Strucker's experiments. We are the same. I thought I could-"

Valentina interrupts with a spiteful chuckle that makes you cringe like a frightened child. "The same? Is that what you think?" She retorts in a mocking tone that makes you feel too ashamed to even broach the subject. Leaning her waist on the table, she looks at you. "I know you've been digging through my files on her, Y/N. I don't blame you for being curious, but by now, I imagine you know very well the conditions of the experiments Miss Maximoff was part of. How she volunteered for all that. How can you say you're the same?"

You hesitate uneasily. "I don't mind that she volunteered. War called for desperate measures. I just... I've never met any other of us. Another who survived the Baron. I've been thinking if I could just see her-"

Valentina bursts into laughter, and you fall silent, concentrating so that she can't see your red ears. "See her? Now what's that, huh? Romeo and Juliet of the supers? What an absurd idea, child!" Refutes your boss, still chuckling as she walks away to the table. She finishes her glass of wine in one long gulp, and to your surprise, throws the file in your direction. You catch the item flat against your chest. "The notes the Avengers made about you are on page 24. Read what she said about you, and draw your own conclusions about who you call an equal. I came here to confirm your mental state, and this conversation was enlightening. I'll arrange an assessment."

"Val-"

"It’s not open for discussions Y/N." She cuts you off, a car key already in hand that makes you groan to yourself impatiently. "You're not going back to work until you talk to Doctor Grand."

She leaves without saying another word and you're left alone with the file in your hands. Without hurrying, you flip to the page mentioned earlier and sigh when you find a photograph of Wanda wearing a uniform with the Avengers crest embroidered on it. Below is her statement about the mission.

You trace your fingers over the passage "An extraordinary and dangerous skill from an equally impressive fighter" but hesitate when you read the passages about how she felt scared and unsafe. About how she thought you were aiming at her. About how she felt she failed by not bringing a high-risk criminal into custody.

Your tears finally fall, staining the page before you quickly wipe them away, closing the file tightly after ripping Wanda's photo out.

It was time to wrap up loose ends and get back to your perfect record.

-&-

In the fake drawer hidden on the floor under your bed - safeguards for someone whose apartment is frequently visited by a two-faced countess - you kept some personal things. Hydra's last record of you, small souvenirs from missions, and a photograph of Wanda Maximoff.

And this morning - and any other morning really - you were supposed to ignore that drawer, leave any weapons at home, put on a presentable outfit, and meet Valentina in the lobby promptly at 10 o'clock. She would take you by car to Dr. Grant's office who would do a standard assessment of your mental state that would tell whether or not you were fit to return to work.

But instead, you took the photo of Wanda out of its hiding place and put it in your pocket. You stood up, walked through your closet, and chose the least flashy backpack you owned. Then you armed yourself with three different types of knives and two pistols in a chest holster, very similar to that of American detectives. And speaking of the police, your drawer of false documentation provided by Valentina was studied without haste until you had in your pockets the identity of a Shield agent who never existed but was meant to be a little tribute to the job you were performing today.

With your disguise ready, you left the apartment two hours before your scheduled meeting with Valentina, and you had barely boarded the ferry when she called you.

"Our appointments aren't something to be skipped, young lady." Stated the woman seriously, but you gave her a weary sigh.

"I don't wish to see Doctor Grant."

Valentina chuckled, as you handed your ticket to the clerk passing in the corridors. On the other end of the line, she then spoke;

"You're not getting away with this, Y/N. I'm not authorizing your return to work until Roland confirms to me that your mental state is stable for you to continue."

You prop your feet up on the seat, switching your cell phone to another ear. "Val, I'm not running away, I promise. I just needed a break. Give me a few days, okay? Reschedule the visit, I'll be there. I'll even be there early."

She pauses thoughtfully, you can hear her breathing. And then she sighs in defeat and you smile. "Okay. If it's any encouragement, your next service is already being prepared. It's something you've never stolen before, and I'd like it to be yours. Of course, if you prove suitable."

A few weeks ago, the temptation would have been too much and you would have turned around and gone to the appointment just to win Grant's approval and be cleared for the job. To prove not only to Valentina, but to the world, and to any other colleague, that you could complete that mission. 

But now you let out a short laugh, and that surprises Valentina enough for her to keep quiet. "Reschedule for the end of the week. I guarantee that I'll have Dr. Grant's approval and you'll have your order in no time."

The promise seems to be enough for her, and after another sigh, Valentina hangs up. You put your cell phone away and return your attention to the now-stamped train ticket to New York.

The trip didn't take long, and within a few hours, you were in the bustling city. Especially today, at the inaugural Heroes of Earth celebration event, Manhattan was almost chaotic.

With fans and journalists from all over the world filling the streets that had been closed off for a sort of open-air Comic Con, you had no trouble at all going unnoticed in the crowd. You wore a disguise, of course, but you didn't have to. A few minutes into the fair, you really did look like a tourist, with your Avengers sweatshirt, cap, and colorful glasses.

The knives in your backpack were well hidden under the amount of superhero souvenirs you got.

You were trying to choose between an Incredible Hulk smash-burger or a portion of Thor's worthy chicken when the bell announcing the photo session with the Avengers was about to start.

Your appetite disappeared, anxiety taking over your whole body at once.

It was time to move.

The queue was huge, as was to be expected. At least, most of them were there for the best-known Avengers. Thor wasn't even on Earth, which meant that the other five originals were competing with each other over who got the most autographs. The new members, like Wanda, the Falcon, or Vision, were given presentation stands but had much more free time at the event.

You tried to ignore the pang of pride when you saw that among the new members, the queue of people to see Wanda was the longest. A considerable number of children were very excited to ask her to do magic tricks.

Your strawberry milkshake - Black Widow's Special - almost fell out of your hand when you finally saw Wanda leave the curtains dividing the dressing rooms and join the autograph table.

She wasn't wearing the soft hoodie with the Avengers symbol from the photograph you sneak a peek at almost every night, nor was she wearing the pathetic disguise she wore the first time you saw her. No, somehow, she managed to look prettier. Like all her teammates, she was wearing an outfit similar to the official fighting uniform, probably designed just for the event. With a black tactical outfit covered by a red jacket, the gloves that didn't cover her fingers were probably your favorite part.

Despite her relatively unfriendly uniform, Wanda offered such lovely smiles to the people who came to greet her that you thought the milkshake made you sick, judging by the way your stomach and heart were unsettled.

When the Meet & Greets began, you had to go to the ticket booth and buy a single ticket in cash; to meet Wanda, of course.

It would take place back in the fair's improvised dressing rooms, and after waiting for almost forty minutes, you were finally guided inside. Your backpack wasn't searched, perhaps because your weapons were hidden by Ten Rings technology, a gift from Xu Xialing on your last assignment, and when it went through the X-ray at the entrance, all they detected were the countless fair toys you had acquired. And the knives hidden in your body, well, it's obvious to say that when it comes to changing aspects of your anatomy for any situation, passing a security search was quite easy.

"Miss Maximoff will be here in a minute. She had a little problem with her costume, the children who came in before you caused a little milkshake accident."

One of the organizers informed you, and you gave her a kind smile, commenting that the Black Widow special was essential, even if it might cause minor accidents. The employee chuckled before going to answer a call on her communicator that could have been your intentional flooding of one of the toilets to occupy as many of the staff as possible.

Wanda's dressing room was the most intimate environment of hers you've ever been in. It didn't have many things, of course, but for someone who only had access to government documents, it was paradise.

Curious fingers traced all the belongings you could reach, from more comfortable pieces of clothing for her to change into during the event, to different types of tea and books, until you found a music device. 

The password protection on a Stark Industries MP3 player made you laugh to yourself. "What a distrustful little witch." You murmured affectionately, stowing the item in your jacket pocket and moving over to the schedule board.

You had already read the row that marked the start of the Meets, probably described there and in all the other dressing rooms, when your gaze caught a small notebook forgotten in one of the armchairs.

You got the chance to take it in hand and smile at the sketches on the first few pages before the item was suddenly lifted and pulled out of your hand.

"Sorry, but this is private." Wanda grabbed the item out of the air, but you stood there, static like a frightened animal, unable to breathe properly under her gaze. She seemed to realize that she had been too harsh and huffed out a laugh, the notebook clutched tightly against her chest. The sound made you swallow. "I shouldn't have kept you waiting, I guess you got bored. Sorry about that. Let me put this away, and we can, um, get started."

She didn't use magic to return the book to a safe place, you didn't know that yet, but Wanda was still learning to trust her powers. And if she could help it, she usually didn't use them.

She approached you, to put the book away in a bag that you didn't have a chance to peek into, and the sudden movement made your body react in alarm. Your back hit the schedule board, and Wanda frowned, stopping in her tracks with an almost hurt look on her face.

"You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, you know." She murmured with the tips of her ears red. "I'm just going to put my notebook away, you see." The backpack floated towards her with a tug, and Wanda hardly met your gaze after that. She tossed the bag into a corner of the room and fiddled uncomfortably with the edge of her blouse.

She was no longer wearing the outfit she'd worn before, she was wearing a comfortable set, too soft and domestic for you to be calm-minded about anything.

You forced your brain to work because you thought the whole thing was getting ridiculous.

"I'm not scared." Your voice comes out very hoarse, so you clear your throat. Wanda raises her eyes, finally, and the green irises make your cheeks warm. You don't hide it from her. "As a matter of fact, I'm not the one who usually gets scared when we meet, am I, Maximoff?"

Taking the time she needed to understand, you removed your colored glasses and cap, your face changing back to its original appearance. Wanda sighed shakily as soon as she recognized you.

"Hi, Y/N." She greeted, too sweet for you to do anything but smile shyly, forgetting for a moment exactly what you had come for. 

"Hello, Wanda." You tried to sound just as gentle, but you must have done a poor job, to blame it on your body that doesn't seem to be working properly. Wanda swallows dryly, her hands moving slowly in the air. You watch the unhurried gesture - the way her fingers draw the air, and how the items of disguise float away to the armchair, and in your hands appear handcuffs that don't prevent you from moving them, and don't hurt either. The most you feel is a tickle.

"I've come all this way, just for you to put me in chains, little witch." You try to tease her, and you think it's a victory the way Wanda tries to hide a smile, approaching with her head down until she's close enough to touch you.

Her hands should be gripping the magical handcuffs, but instead, they hold yours. Wanda sighs. 

"You can't be here." She whispers, meeting your eyes, and you think it's ridiculous that you made any plans at all. You could never do anything to harm Wanda, and that was just the truth. "Then why are you?"

Unlike her, you don't hide your smile. You shrug as if your heart wasn't thumping in your chest, and revel in playing with Wanda's buttons.

"I was in the neighborhood. Wanted to say hi." Your casual reply makes her snort impatiently.

Her hands release yours, and you raise an eyebrow at Wanda's audacity to start searching you. 

"Wow, take me on a date first, love." You joke, but despite the new color her cheeks acquire due to the joke, the fond nickname, Wanda doesn't stop. She gropes in your pockets, reaches into your jacket, and grimaces with disapproval at every illegal item she finds. The false documents, the Shield badge, the guns. The MP3 is in the front pocket and Wanda gets a little closer to reach it, enough so that you have to lick your lips trying to control the instinct to break the distance. She just looks so kissable and smells so good.

She offers you an incredulous look at the stolen item, which floats back to the table as she gropes for the other pocket. Finding the train ticket, she lets out a short laugh.

"Six hours of travel is not being in the neighborhood." She comments, raising her eyes to you. 

"What do you want me to say?" You retort with a little smile, discourteously glancing between her eyes and her lips. "That I couldn't help myself and had to get on the first train to see you again? That I can't even go back to work because I can't stop thinking about you?"

There's this thing that Wanda's eyes do. The pupils get huge, and the green darkens. And she looks at you as if you were something to be devoured in every detail as if you were worth admiring. As if you were worth any of her time.

She speaks again, so low and hoarse that you wouldn't be able to hear her if you weren't close.

"Your thoughts are loud. Are you always so hard on yourself?" 

You swallow dry, caught off guard. Your hesitation makes Wanda sigh. She looks ready to apologize when you nod.

"It doesn't matter, every time we bump into each other, you make me feel different. Better. You look at me as if you can see more. What do you see, Wanda?"

She sighs deeply, and her hands move to touch your face. It's too gentle, and affectionate in a real and true way that you never experience. Your body goes rigid, not knowing how to handle the tenderness, but Wanda doesn't catch any request for her to stop touching, so her hands continue to hold your cheeks.

"I can see your anger, just as I can see your fear. I see the thief, and the murderer, but I can also see only you. No disguises, no lies. The person you are underneath it all." She says, swallowing dryly as she lets her gaze fall to your lips. "This is the person I let get away. And the person I'd like to meet, if you'll let me."

Your chest is heavy with confusing feelings. Your traumas beep in unison, your defenses beg you to push Wanda away and flee before the rest of the Avengers decide to show up. 

But instead, you return watery eyes to Wanda and gasp softly; "Why? Why do you care?"

And Wanda tries to lie. "I think you could use a friend."

You chuckle dryly, pulling away from the touch. "Hard pass." You mutter, but Wanda doesn't let you move away entirely. She decides to risk everything.

She grabs your chin and tilts your face towards her. It's a miscalculated kiss, you both flinch and gasp at the first contact of your lips and being taken by surprise makes you lose your balance in the middle of the movement to get away from her.

You fall into the armchair, and Wanda should apologize, but she doesn't even bother. She pushes your tense shoulders and straddles your lap, this time, when her mouth meets yours, it's much hungrier and more determined.

The handcuffs disappear into thin air with the first gasp that leaves her lips, and you waste no time in grabbing her waist, roughly pulling her down and holding her tight against you as your mouths move together. It's a passionate kiss full of urgency, charged with all the tension you've built up.

Your tongue slides into her mouth without warning, more experienced than Wanda, you manage to get a whimper out in no time. She wants to shrink away from the sound, but your hands slide down to grab her ass and pin her down onto your front, and suddenly all she can do is moan.

It seems absurd that you've gone a lifetime without kissing Wanda Maximoff when you both seem molded to do this with perfection.

You don't even move apart to breathe, a battle of restless hands and hungry mouths panting against each other. Wanda begins to grind herself into your lap in search of friction and you let out a sound you didn't know you could make.

Everything is suddenly so hot that Wanda doesn't hear her surroundings. She doesn't hear the curtain or the footsteps. But she definitely hears the machine man's surprised exclamation.

"Oh, forgive me, Wanda." Vision's back is turned the second he catches a glimpse of what's happening in that armchair.

Wanda jumps away as if she's received a jolt, and you groan in displeasure at the interruption. Despite the way every cell in your body seems to be vibrating with euphoria, you manage subtle changes in your face that prevent the Synthesized from recognizing you if he decides to turn around. "I didn't mean to interrupt-"

"Vis, please leave." She demands with ragged breathing, her face bright red. Wanda looks neither at you nor at Vision.

The man clears his throat, stuttering. "Of course, Wanda, I'm so sorry." He says, but although he mentions leaving, he doesn't. Stopping just before the curtain, he risks a glance over his shoulder. "There was a forced distraction with criminal indications in the western sector, the fair has already been interrupted. The captain has asked everyone to gather for a patrol check, in case there's an attempted attack. I just wanted to warn you. It would be appropriate to send your... friend away." explains the machine, exchanging a quick glance with Wanda before leaving the dressing room.

You'd like to kiss her again, but Wanda sniffles at Vision's departure and you frown in a mixture of concern and confusion.

"That's why you're here, isn't it?" She deduces annoyed. "To try a bloody attack on a children's fair? God, I’m so stupid. You’re obviously using me to distract your partners-”

But you stood up with an impatient sigh for the anxious and nervous conclusions of an avenger who has been caught in the act.

You grab Wanda again and kiss her hard enough for her to lose her balance, and she ends up pressed against the schedule board, and then the coffee table, each kiss more desperate and heated than the last.

Your thigh presses between hers, and Wanda practically meows at the friction. You love how responsive she is to your touch, and you try to push a little further under her clothes, quickly addicted to attracting more sounds.

And you're almost to the edge of her bra when you're interrupted again.

"Jesus, Maximoff, what the hell is going on here?" Unlike Vision, Natasha Romanoff is much more serious and determined to put an end to the whole thing. And she cares little about what was happening against the table. You hide the change in your features on Wanda's shoulder, while also trying to control your own breathing, somehow much more aroused than before. "We're working, Maximoff. There may be terrorists on the perimeter and you're here, well, I'm not judging, I'm just saying there's an appropriate time for everything. I'm sure your friend will survive if you let go of her mouth for a few hours. Who knows, maybe next time you can meet in a more appropriate place?" 

When you finally look at Nat, you can see that she's hiding a teasing little smile. You're glad that Wanda is making friends.

And unlike you, who doesn't mind having been caught not once but twice by the Avengers, Wanda looks like an embarrassed tomato who nods quickly while her magic does the work of adjusting your half-open clothes and leaving the objects you bump into in order again. 

"Of course, Natasha, I'll send her away. I'm sorry." Wanda practically pushes you out, dragging you to a more secluded area at the back of the dressing rooms.

She tries unwillingly to resist your eager hands or the quick but intense kisses you steal from her on the way.

"You have to go." She struggles to gasp, her hands pushing your shoulders to stop the whole thing or she wouldn't be able to think.

Wanda with her hair disheveled after a proper make-out session, her face flushed and her lips swollen is too much for you.

"Fuck." You gasp and she swallows.

"What?" 

You don't know what to say, nothing seems enough. She's awakened something in you that you didn't know existed. Suddenly, the idea of staying away from her seems an impossibility.

"When will I see you again?"

She frowns at the question, laughing nervously. "We shouldn't have seen each other even today."

But your hands pull her by the waist. "Nonsense. We should definitely do this again.” Your lips trail down her jaw, to the sensitive points on her neck that you're trying to memorize. She sighs, and struggles to keep her eyes open, but only for a moment before she pushes you away again, laughing shyly.

"Please, darling, I need to get back, my job-"

"There's no attempt attack, I flooded a toilet so I'd have time to see you." You clarify quickly and Wanda has to shake her head and laugh incredulously.

"You're nuts."

"Honestly? Yes. I think I've figured out what was wrong with me over the last weeks. You’re driving me nuts, Wanda Maximoff. I can't stop thinking about you." You retort quickly, not caring about the irregular beating of your pulse, nor the way she blushes heavily. "I need to know when I'm going to see you again."

She looks back into the dressing rooms and can see that Natasha is coming out through the curtain. She approaches you at once to give you one last intense kiss and whispers goodbye on your lips as you part.

With every inch of skin that Wanda touched vibrating and your heart pounding in your chest, you only remember to regulate your powers and return to a disguise a good few minutes after she has disappeared from sight, and hope that no security cameras saw you there.

[existential-feelings]

(Friendly reminder that everything said in this is fictional, I myself (the creator) am 100% okay, this is joke drama, I am in a stable living condition and everything said besides this little warning is all staged.)

'' So . I would like to come clean about a few things that have been speculating recently . This is honesty . This is going to be me wearing my heart on my sleeve as I talk about what's been going on with me outside of my job . And damn it , if my identity is revealed in the process , I don't care . As long as I give what friends I have left , some closure . ''

'' to explain the . . Images going around , I was staying at a friend's house for the time being . Moneys been really tough for me recently , and I hate going out and asking for assistance with any step of it . He offered for me to stay over , said I wouldn't need to get rid of my cat . . So I took the bait after being convinced . Just until I can get back on my feet and not have debt being dangled above my head . During the night , yes , there was some romance shared between me and the other man , who happened to be a cop . I haven't experienced something like that in years , he was so kind to me , even after learning who I was . I slept on that cops couch , ate his food , you know why ? Because he gave me an opportunity to be in a better living situation until I can afford a better spot on my own . It was the best option I could see to get my pet and myself into a better environment , instead of an apartment building that has a problem with looking clean . ''

'' I never wanted to turn to crime for that extra assistance with rent , but I just could not keep up with the demand for money at the end of each week . I have been working as a cop for the last 5 or so years , I'm balancing that with crime . And no , before more shit starts , I haven't shared , said , or shown anything to anyone . Neither of my occupations really know who I am , and I'd like for it to stay that way . The friends and people I have met through CRIMES are ones I don't think I can ever forget , they're probably the closest thing I will ever have to consider family . And I'm truly , deeply sorry if my actions that night had caused this family to be pulled apart . ''

'' . . . Alright , I'm cutting the ' nice ' bullshit . ' not naming names ' is off the table .''

'' I mean , I do care about this crew at the end of the day , but all this because I actually have a social life ? Hello ? ? Not to fucking mention , you ( you know who you are . ) invaded some guy's apartment security system and somehow found me chilling with him , I wasn't even on the clock . You're actually mental If you think I'm okay with this sort of stalking , , harassment ? ? What would this even be considered . . Anywho , I'd kiss that cloaker a million times over . People are acting like I told this guy everything there is to know about the gang . You know I'm NOTHING like that , for fucks sake , can we use our heads to think ? And y'know , I was snooping around in what files that CRIMES has about me . And , I found a lot of information that I have never admitted to anyone on this job ! Most of it is absolute bull , too ! I'm flattered you thought I had a loving family and got a degree in Harvard . I also found my face , countless times in that whole file all about me ! Ain't that funny , I don't remember sharing photos of me out partying outside of work ? Yet , here those photos are , me in a sparkly black dress . I took these photos on my actual phone , not my work phone . So if this company is so insistent on knowing everything they can get their hands on about one of their best spies , even after I had signed an agreement to only have documented what I approved on , then this company ain't for me ! :) ''

'' and don't worry , I already did you all the favor of deleting the files . I stole a hard drive and input all of my information onto it , you're left with nothing about me , not even my mask design is in that database any more . And y'know , I'd be more than willing to work for Shade and all these other people if a better option wasn't available . I am not on bad terms with anyone who is a part of CRIMES . I'll obviously still be in contact with my friends , that won't change . I do feel bad for whatever trust I have ' broken ' from this , but at the same time , people are gonna have opinions on you no matter what you do . ''

'' this absolute bias bullshit , you have a heister sucking face with a dozer and nobody says shit , but the second a woman goes with a cloaker ? fOr ShAmE ? ? ''

'' I am now working for a much better , human , man that I so happen to be very close with . My inbox will remain open for those who want to still say hello . I think that covers everything I wanted to say , I'm probably gonna quit ! ! 🫶 ''

[muchadoaboutjax]

midnight at the lost and found -> sax

tagging: Jax Beiste, Sage Sylvester @sagesylvester location: psu cafeteria timeframe: oct. 17 2024 (lockdown day 6) warnings: none summary: Jax gains more than her cellphone back when Sage picks it up for her [unfinished]

Sage Sylvester

You dropped something.

Jax Beiste

Oh, I did? [pats pockets]

Sage Sylvester

Here. [Sage hands her a phone.] Is this yours?

Jax Beiste

Uh… [she wakes the lockscreen to see a photo of Doug and Ollie (her dog and cat), lifting her head to give them a grateful grin] Yeah! I didn't even realise I'd dropped it, thanks! I'm Jax by the way, I think you know my sisters? Want me to grab you a coffee or something, to say thanks?

Sage Sylvester

Oh… I don't drink coffee, but can you get me a bottle of water from there? I don't go into the cafeteria. Also, who are your sisters…? 18 October 2024

Jax Beiste

Yeah, of course. I'll be right back. [she leaves and returns within a couple minutes with two bottles of water, handing one to Sage] Oh, you asked who my sisters were right? They're Brin and Immy, and Hayley too but they're more my sibling than sister, I always mess that up… we share the same sperm donor [she pulls her face]

Sage Sylvester

Wait. We're steps too, then.

Jax Beiste

… oh yeah, I guess we are! If there's only one good thing I gain from Cooter's miserable and pathetic existence, it's that I always seem to gain siblings from it.

Sage Sylvester

Kind of. Sue adopted me when I was eleven. I heard Cooter is a piece of shit, though. Or was. I can't comment on it, though. I signed an NDA.

Jax Beiste

Still makes you family to me. [Jax shrugs] Y'know, if that's something you'd be cool with, I make a point not to force myself on anyone. But if you ever felt the urge for one more sibling to add to your roster, I'll make time for you, any time you need it. [she smiles warmly at her] Oh he definitely was, I signed no such NDA, I'll sing it from the rooftops, I hated that guy. I sent Sue a fruit basket when I heard about his accident. Y'know, for condolences and nothing else of course.

Sage Sylvester

You're alright. Do you like podcasts?

Jax Beiste

I'll take alright. Yeah, as long as we're talking actually interesting podcasts, y'know a bit of true crime, maybe a horror podcast or two, not the kind where men are talking about… actually just npt the kind where men are talking.

Sage Sylvester

I have a true crime podcast. You should listen to it. It's probably the easiest way to get to know me.

Jax Beiste

[her head snaps to look at Sage] Yeah?? That's wicked, what's it called? Guess that gives me two reasons to listen to it then! I don't have a podcast for you to listen to, but you could always come along to my dad's next cookout? Trust me, he'll tell you way more about me then you could ever possibly want to know…

Sage Sylvester

Beyond the Veil. I'd love to meet your non-problematic dad. What do you like to do in your spare time?

Jax Beiste

Okay, I'm putting that at the top of my list… [she pulls out her phone and adds Sage's podcast to her notes app] He is pretty great. Doesn't always make a lot of sense, but it's part of his charm. I play the violin and the piano, hang out with my pets a little, but mostly I'm busy running my non-profit theatre company in my spare time, I love those kids. What do you do, y'know when you're not recording a super dope podcast? Do people still say dope?

[kozumebunny]

Nekoma + Inarizaki in the Maid dress

Kuroo Tetsuro would wear the maid dress for you in a heartbeat. Have you seen this man? He is a being of chaos. If anything he would also expect you to wear a full on suit type of thing so he can really get into calling you master. Don't be fooled though, he is still a dork telling you science puns and facts as a way to flirt with you. He would wear one of the classic maid dresses where it has the puffy sleeves, petticoats underneath and doesn't show a lot of skin, but has the distinct silhouette. has the apron that layers over it with the tie back, and even has the frilly headband to go with it. (Yeah, he may or may not wear the cat ears for you too.)

Yaku Morisuke would rather see you in the maid dress, but he would never tell you no! He lives for spoiling you rotten. It's his love language to treat you like a princess, so him wearing the maid dress isn't totally out of the blue is it? Wears one of the hyper feminine frilly cutesy lolita style ones. He probably would also wear thigh high stockings, I don't think he would wear the frilly bracelet things or a necklace. Yaku cares a lot about comfort and those things don't speak to peak comfort for him. Would only wear it around the house for you, but that doesn't mean he fully plays into the maid/master dynamic with you. He would do things for you still if you ask him nicely, but demands is where you're starting to push it.

Kozume Kenma would say no initially. Just because he could crossdress and pull it off doesn't mean he will. If you wear it for him he doesn't really care? he thinks you look nice but will not lean into the maid/master dynamic. Would wear it for you as a casual thing. Won't make anything you tell/ask him to, it's just another piece of clothing to him. Wears a really simple comfortable one, probably Long sleeve. Not that feminine of a dress and doesn't wear petticoats. wears thigh highs because he thinks they're comfortable.

Taketora Yamamoto would absolutely wear it. Unironically tells you things like "step on him". He may even bark at you. He would just show up to practice with it and then start barking at you. This is what you signed up for, deal with it. He also may or may not be hoping that him wearing the maid dress for you will result in you wearing the maid dress for him. Not really a maid/master dynamic present, does it as a haha funny, and wants you to wear it because he thinks you'd be cute in one.

Haiba Lev wears it because Kuroo convinces him. Wears it to practice even. He just wants to do something nice for you. No maid/master dynamic because he most likely doesn't understand it to begin with.

Kita Shinsuke wouldn't wear it. Wouldn't really care for you to wear it for him either. He wouldn't be opposed to you wearing an apron and nothing else though. No maid/master dynamic, it's more of just the average we live together domestic dynamic.

Aran Ojiro would probably wear it. It depends on a lot of things like, how comfortable he is with you and in what way he would wear it. Probably a really wholesome maid master dynamic, he thinks you'd be adorable in a maid dress. Would say please and thank you when asking you to get things. He thinks its just a fun item for you to wear, not exactly a whole sexual encounter.

Miya Atsumu would ask you to wear it all the time. It's borderline annoying. "Don't you want to be my good girl??" It's insanely sexual for him and he gets off to the maid master dynamic. He lives for the idea of pure obedience. Is the type of asshole to definitely bring it up during locker room talk. Wouldn't wear the maid dress for you.

Miya Osamu would casually show you a photo of a maid dress and just ask you if you'd wear it. If you do, he will buy it for you to wear. Thinks it's a cute matching outfit idea for you both to just wear a maid dress then stay at home cooking and watching a movie. Maybe a very light maid master dynamic, he likes having you as his partner in crime, not as a maid.

Suna Rintaro would just throw the fucking maid dress at you. You're hanging out at his place, he says here and then tosses it to you. He likes the maid master dynamic. Uses it very often. Would not wear the maid dress for you unless you really wear him down. He's a stubborn ass, he won't wear it but will bug you to wear it.

[nonotnolan]

Finals Week

Coach Phillips took a swig out of the unmarked whiskey bottle he kept hidden in the back of his desk, steeling himself for the class ahead. Ever since Swappers became commonplace, the last week of gym classes had become miserable. His weight lifting students-- normally some of the best athletes the college had to offer-- were going to be... decidedly less.

The swapper technology was in a cat and mouse game of hackers trying to avoid detection, and authorities trying to see through the hacks. Federal agencies had the manpower to see through most, if not all, body swaps... but those resources were reserved for major crimes, not academic misconduct. The only level of detection that the college could afford was a 24 hour window. It was great in practice, but in reality it just meant that the swaps had to be done more than 24 hours before the exam in question.

The standard Swapper would revert back at 12 hours, but apparently it wasn't hard to hack the device and extend up to 48 hours without raising any red flags in the system. Not that most of these athletes had the technical prowess needed to hack the Swapper, but there was seemingly no end to the number of nerds who were willing to hack the device and take whatever math or science finals the athletes were worried about failing in exchange for having access to a fit, muscular body for a few days.

Presumably money also exchanged hands, although Coach Phillips tried to remain ignorant on the exact process. As an educator, he was responsible for putting a stop to any academic misconduct. As a coach... his job was to try and turn a blind eye so that none of their star players failed any of their classes. He took one last swig from his bottle, grabbed his clipboard, and prepared to deal with a class of nerd pretending to be jocks.

"Jensen, what in the hell are you doing?" he asked, peeking into the locker room on the way from his office to the weight room. Clearly whatever nerd was inside of Jensen was trying way too hard to look cool. "Don't answer that question. You've got three minutes to suit up and get out there."

"Bruh, c'mon, it's Finals Week. Do I gotta?" Jensen's arms moved in exaggerated shrugging motions, and it took everything Coach had not to burst out in laughter.

"Yes, you gotta. Baseball season might be over, but class is still in session." He started down the hallway before he was distracted by movement outside one of the rear doors. Albright was surrounded by two or three nerds having a photo shoot.

"Albright, get your ass in here," Coach said, throwing open the glass doors. The real Albright was notorious for being aggressively masculine-- the low-cut tank top and the pink sweatpants were clearly purchased to wear during the swap. It was hard to tell if the photos were meant to be blackmail, or just keepsakes for future wanking-- either way, it was part of the risk that Albright had signed up for when he swapped.

He winked at the nerd holding the camera. "Sorry, sir. A few of my fans asked me for a few photos, and, well... who am I to say no?" He stood up, spanked himself in the ass, and sashayed into the athletics center. Coach Phillips simply shook his head.

Like always, it was painfully obvious which of his students were in their own bodies, and which of his students were nerds who had been given a five minute explanation of how to try and blend in. "Simpson, put more weight on that. The entire point of this class is to make you break a sweat. Collins, you're the spotter, get off your phone. Thomas, this is weight lifting. Get off the treadmill."

Although... he had to admit, there was one notable exception. Normally Davison was one of the worst, most arrogant people in the weight room. He was constantly trying to start fights, and then he would claim victim status if he succeeded. "They don't hate you because you're gay, they hate you because you're an asshole," he had told him on multiple occasions. The kid probably would have tried to get Coach Phillips in trouble with the administration, but given that he had come out of the closet to the rest of the faculty years ago, his claims didn't hold much weight.

Today, however... Davison was keeping to himself, racking weights once he was done with them, spotting as needed... ironically, the nerd in his body was giving himself away by being too good at pretending to be an athlete. Coach Phillips bit his lip, watching Davison's form as he did curls. Did it count as a violation of teacher-student trust if the man in front of him wasn't actually his student? Davison locked eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror, and blushed. Screw it-- he was already drinking on the job, what was one little liaison?

"Okay, boys. You know the drill. It's 2:45, head to the lockers so you're not late to your next class," Coach said, letting his voice echo through the weight room. "Not you, Davison," he whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Stay behind for a moment, would you?"

Davison nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, coach, about today... I'm sorry if I stared too long at you, I just..." His words trailed off as he started staring at the chest hair poking out of the collar of Coach Phillips's shirt. Coach couldn't help but smile-- was the nerd normally gay, or was being in Davison's body making him gay? Either way, the shy, submissive behavior was a major turn-on.

"Don't apologize." He grabbed Davison's hand and placed it against his firm pectoral muscles. "How about you and I spend some one on one time during my office hours?" Davison blinked rapidly a few times before nodding in agreement. As Coach led the man into his private office, he couldn't help but think that perhaps the Swappers weren't so bad after all.

[lazywriterkylie]

Day 9, a horror piece starring a favorite animated character

I had to have my friend play a weird version of mash with me to figure out who to choose because my list of potential favorites was too long, but we landed on something I could work with, so enjoy lol.

"Come on! Come on! Are you serious?" Mic slapped the dash repeatedly, causing the plastic cat mounted above the radio to bounce.

"Hey cut that out nimrod," I swatted his hand away and adjusted my little ornament so it was level again, it's little black tail returning to its swaying rhythm as the car bumped along.

"Shoto, you know I can't do a road trip without any tunes. What am I supposed to do for the next five hours???" 

I sighed, massaging the bridge of my nose as he spun dials and pushed buttons madly. 

"I don't know, maybe sit quietly and read the map while I focus on the road?" 

"siT qUiEtLy???" He shouted as if I had just insulted his mother. 

"Yeah. It's two o'clock in the morning and we've been working like dogs all day," I swatted his jamming fingers out of the way and pushed a dial. Immediately the cacophony of static cut to silence and Mic slumped in his seat. A broken man.

"Today was awful Shoto. We didn't find the victims, we didn't learn any clues, and we didn't catch the bad guy. All that work for nothing and now your crappy stereo just kicks it five minutes into the drive home???" He placed both feet on the dash and threw his chair back dramatically, groaning. 

"Put your seatbelt on! Good lord get a grip or this going to be a long drive."

"It's not my fault I'm fussy." 

Once again, I sighed. The dark scene of tree lined highway in front of me stretched on and on in the headlights glow. The canopy was so thick and reaching that not a pinpoint of night sky was visible above their interlocking branches. Out the side windows lines of dark tree trunks spanned infinitely onward into the dark. Under different circumstances I wouldn't mind the scenery, but Mic was right unfortunately. It had been a bad day, and I was so tired. A full day of dealing with stuck-up pro hero detectives with something to prove. An entire 20 hours of investigation, picking through a brutally gruesome crime scene, looking at photos of victims and how they were found, having to tell distraught families that their loved one were still missing. All of that work and still nothing. 

I sighed and tapped my fingers on the wheel, shaking my head. It would be another full day tomorrow. Bright and early, we'd report back to that little village inn and be in the thick of it. Honestly we shouldn’t even have been there.

"Hey Mic," I started, "do you think they still nee-" 

"WOAH SNAP OUT OF IT!" 

Out of nowhere Mic grabbed the wheel and jerked, sending the car swerving towards the slopimg ditch. The car tipped sideways as we straddled the road and the hill as I pulled back, yanking it from his hands and mounting the road again in chaos as gravel spattered the undercarriage and the car bounced.  

"What the hell mic!!" I screamed. My heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to punch out of my teeth. 

"You almost just drifted us off the road!" Mic yelled defensively.

"No i didn't! I was literally just driving straight- you scared the crap out of me!"

"If you're tired just pull over! Stop trying to be noble!" 

"I'm not tired, you're insane!" 

"YES," Mic shouted, his quirk sending his voice out in warbling notes, "I AM INSANE, BUT I AM ALSO ALIVE AND I'D LIKE TO STAY THAT WAY!" 

"FINE!"

I slammed on the breaks and the car skid along the gravel until coming to a halt in a cloud of dust. 

I unbuckled aggressively, fed up, and opened the door. 

"Come on man-" 

"Swap with me."

"Dont be pissed-off,"

"I AM PISSED OFF! MIC!" I threw my hands up in defeat. 

"I'm pissed off at the commission for not getting heroes out here before things went to shit, even though the signs were there! I'm pissed that after a full day of investigating, we didn't find a single lead on who slaughtered those people! I'm pissed that there are victims still missing and nobody in that forsaken little village trusts us! I'm pissed that you just grabbed my wheel and tried to kill us! And I'm pissed-" I jabbed at the buttons on my pathetic outdated car stereo- "that my stupid old car is a piece of junk and now we have to drive in silence!"

Mic sat still while I fumed, not speaking, not turning to me. Finally I gave up and opened my car door, stepping out into the night. 

I crossed infront of the car, my legs casting long shadows through the headlights that put up a wall of light in the swirling dust- so thick I couldn't see two feet infront of me. 

I made it to mics window and rapped my fingers knuckle on the glass. 

He reached down and spun the lever awkwardly like a dork, cracking it a few inches.

"Listen-" I started, but he cut me off. 

"Aizawa, it's been a long day." He didnt look at me, just stared out the windshield at the towering obscured trees. 

"We shouldn't have been called to this case. We're still new, this is our first homicide, and really only you have a quirk that could have been of any use… today sucked… but you gotta let it go man. We are not going to win every day. It's part of the job."

"I know I just," 

"You worked really hard today and I can tell you were getting frustrated… taking on too much… it's good that you care, but you can't burn out now… we only just started. So relax?"

For the third time that night-or the fourth, honestly I was losing count- I sighed. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just- I am just really tired. And frustrated."

"I know youre frustrated," he teased, "you don't usually shout unless you're real messed up. Usually you just grumble and whine."

"Oh shut up, I'll relax okay... You still okay to drive?" 

Mic turned and smiled at me through his cracked window, "of course my dude!" 

He cranked the window shut and I gave a dry chuckle at the stupid way he moved. 

He stepped out and I slid behind him into the passenger seat, flopping down and buckling before leaning my seat back and closing my eyes, kneading them with my palms. They were so dry. I had used my quirk all day while questioning witnesses at the scene. Maybe Mic was right, maybe I was tired… but still… I would have noticed if I had dozed off…

Speaking of which,

"Mic! Let's go!" I called from inside the car. It had been long enough, it wasn't a big car, it's not like he could have gotten lost between the passenger's side and the drivers?

Well… it was Mic. 

"Eeeerugh!" I groaned and lifted my seat back to its upright position, "Come on!"

I froze, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the light and tried to make sense of what i was seeing. 

Mic was standing five feet infront of the car with his back to me, his golden hair illuminated in the old yellow light. He was in the middle of the road, waving his arms and shaking his head. Talking, but to who? Suddenly I heard his voice grow louder, he was using his quirk.

"What the?" I went to unbuckle but in the corner of my vision I caught something so fast I couldn't make any sense of it. Mic was there one moment, and the next  I was just staring at empty clouds of dust swirling where he had once stood.

"MIC!" 

I ripped my seatbelt off and yanked on the handle. Locked. I pulled the small locking node by the window and tried again, but the door didn't respond. It was like someone had engaged the child-lock. Had Mic done this? Was this some sick joke? 

"Youre not funny!" I groaned as I felt my heart begin to beat faster,

"We need to get home and feed the cats or they're going to destroy our curtains! Get your ass back to the car, we gotta go!"

The dust began to clear out front as I continued to fiddle with the door, yanking the handle and pulling on the buttons. Finally I gave up and grabbed the window lever, but then I stopped when I suddenly registered something. 

I let go of the window and slowly raised my hand to my scarf, feeling it react subtly to my touch. Turning slowly to my left, careful not to be reactive, I looked to the driver's side to see something sitting in the car beside me. It was sitting rigid, perfect posture with neck twisted to stare right at me. It's ragged lips parted violently up to gumms, revealing a twisted smile of horribly crowded tiny teeth, reflecting in the light, only out-shined by its lidless eyes that bore directly into mine. 

I didn't move, I couldn't move, all I could do was stare at the hundreds of bunched and crowded teeth with gums caked in red. Red like the spatters of blood at the walls of the crime scene we had left not 10 minutes ago. And then I remembered the victims, the bodies- seventeen of them carried out in zipped black body bags after being discovered with no injuries except for mouths torn to shreds, missing every tooth from their skull. 

A cold sweat erupted down my body as I sat locked in a staring match with the thing. I realized my quirk was active and buzzing, and it felt like I was trying to melt it's face off with my horrified glare. 

"How did you get in here?" I asked, buying time, desperately trying to formulate a plan.

"What did you do with Mic?"

The humanoid did not answer, but it's teeth began to part slowly, sounds of spittle and separating moist flesh permitted the silence of the car as it moved slowly, unhinging its jaw and growing wider and wider. 

"This isnt a quirk," I realized, leaning back as it began to inch closer, my eyes burning and boring into him, trying to stop the slow horror from unfolding. 

It was inches from my face when without warning, the headlights of the car flickered off and the engine rattled to death and finally silence. The glow died instantly, replaced by pitch darkness that pressed in around us from all sides. I could still make out the whites of the round and lidless eyes, the glinting of tooth and molar, now inches from my face. 

"What the hell are you!?" I choked, suddenly hit with the putrid stench. I squeezed my scarf but it did not move, and through the dark and silence the creature finally answered...

I hope you liked this! This is actually my first time in like, my whole life of writing, that I've ever done a fanfic. Let me know if you want a proper story and ending cuz I have one in mind :)

[manianart]

Bunny Sheriff pt2

It had been a lot easier to adjust than Sheriff would have thought it to be. It had been about a week now

A week that he had stayed with the others and it really wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Once everything was explained and it was put out that Sheriff would be staying nobody made a fuss about it. On the contrary, even. Deimos seemed rather excited at the thought of keeping a pet. Sheriff didn’t know what to think about that but he was thankful nobody was against him staying.

After a while Deimos and Sanford said they’d go out for a drive. When they came back they had brought a bunch of pet supplies for bunnies.

Deimos went to set them up right away with Sanford by his side, reading out of a booklet with the title “how to care for lop bunnies”.

Was that what he was? Sheriff cocked his head to the side and blinked a few times, not really sure what to think about all this but not really able to raise any questions. Once everything was apparently ready Deimos went over and took Sheriff from the Doc, who ever so slightly tensed up.

A few seconds later Sheriff was plopped into a new cage.

Great.

He huffed out a bit at the thought of having to stay in yet another cage but then he noticed something. The cage ground was soft and it was a lot bigger than the other one. There was food, water, bedding, some toys, straw and, to Sheriffs delight, a little hut that he could use to hide in. 

D:”Don’t worry lil dude. This is only for nights or when we can’t keep an eye on ya.”

Deimos smiled at Sheriff. Such an honest smile and such a nice gesture. Sheriff wanted to say thanks but being that he couldn’t talk he did the next best thing. Leaning up towards Deimos hands, that were still somewhat in his cage, he nuzzled them carefully, the way he had seen cats do when asking for pats.

Deimos smile grew and he started to carefully pat the soft fluff behind the Sheriffs ear.

Both Deimos and the Sheriff were too occupied with their interaction to see Hank draw close up until he was kneeling in front of the new cage.

H:”Looks like he likes the new cage.” Deimos stopped himself when he heard Hank and looked over, now smiling at Hank.

D:”Yeah! I’m glad. Wasn’t easy to decide which one to get but Sanford found that book on bunnies and that made it somewhat easier.”

Sheriff looked over to where the other man stood, still reading in that booklet they had brought along.

Sanford noticed and slowly started to wander over to the cage before kneeling down and starting to look between the Sheriff and the booklet.

S:”I think I found out what kind of bunny this one is.” D:”Oh? Which one is it?” S:”Pretty sure he’s a dwarf lop bunny. See? The book has some pictures on them and he looks exactly like this one.” Deimos and Hank both leaned over to see where on the page Sanford was pointing to. Sheriff too tried to look, leaning on his hind legs and stretching up as far as he could to see the page as well, not having much luck with it though. By the reactions of the other two men he was pretty sure it was right though. Sanford met Sheriffs gaze and turned the booklet around, pointing to a bunny that was pictured on the page.

S:”Look, this is you.” Sheriff looked at the image. So that’s what he looked like now, huh? He had to say that that picture was rather cute, no wonder Hank didn’t want to hurt him when he found him. He wouldn’t have had the heart to do anything to a bunny like that either.

Just then he heard one of them yawn. Looking up he saw Hank open his mouth, sharp incisors and a metal jaw making him slightly flinch before he felt himself yawn as well.

2B:”It’s getting late. We should go to our quarters and head to bed.” The others nodded but then Deimos brought up a good point.

D:”So, who’ll get to keep the lil bun with them tonight?” 2B:”I don’t know but I sure as hell ain’t gonna take him to my room.” H:”I can keep him in my room.” D:”No fair! You had him the most out of all of us today!” S:”How about we play a round of rock paper scissors? The winner takes him with him for the night.” Hank and Deimos nodded at that, not even glancing at Sheriff to see what he had to add to that.

The first match they all went against each other, mostly to gage who would then go against each other in a one to one, but that wasn’t even needed. One draw and Sanford won, having given paper while the other two gave stone as answer.

Happy with the result and not willing to draw things out Sanford simply grabbed Sheriffs cage and walked to his room with it.

Once inside Sheriff looked around a bit. It was a clean room, sparsely decorated with only a few personal items.

What drew the Sheriffs interest were some pictures hanging on the wall above the table he had been placed on.

They showed Sanford and Deimos mostly but some also showed the other two men with a third one Sheriff didn’t recognize.

While looking at the photos Sheriff hadn’t noticed Sanford starting to undress, only noticing when the latter spoke up.

S:”Hey, I’ll go shower real quick. Behave while I’m gone, okay?” Sheriff watched the man head to a door that apparently led to a bathroom attached to his bedroom. Geez. Now Sheriff started to feel dirty. It had been a while since he had gotten the chance to shower.

Sighing he thought about what he could do.

He could try and get Sanford to let him bathe in the sink or something, though he wasn’t really sure if the man would understand him at all. He could use the water bowl in his new cage to bathe in but then he wouldn’t have any water to drink.

Sighing Sheriff thought about his last option. Just doing it the way bunnies would usually do it. Meaning using his tounge.

He shivered at the thought of it but in the end it was the only viable option at the moment. He looked at his front paws, they didn’t look too bad. Now...how did bunnies do that again… Shoot he really didn’t know. Maybe he should just let the body do it’s own thing? Could he do that?

He just decided to start, bringing his paws up and licking at them a bit before smoothing them over his face. Okay, this felt right. Moving on he re-wet his paws and continued with his ears.

He moved slow and methodical.

He was only at his second ear when Sanford came out of the bathroom again. Not noticing the other man he continued cleaning himself until he heard a chuckle.

S:”Y’know you could have pointed to the bathroom and I would’ve gotten you a washcloth.”

Sheriff looked over to the other, happy he couldn’t see his blush, and slowly sat down onto all fours.

S:”One moment. I’ll get something to wipe you down with. I’d be eager for a cleaning too if I had been dragged around by so many people and had to withstand the dusty wind outside.”

Sure enough Sanford went back into his bathroom and came out with a wet washcloth wich he proceeded to use on the Sheriff, carefully cleaning him wherever Sanford could reach.

Shortly thereafter Sanford layed down and turned out the lights, signing the Sheriffs first day with them drawing to an end.

Now it was a week later.

Sheriff had slowly begun to trust the others, finding that his worries of them killing him or torturing him once they found out who he was were unwarranted.

Quite the opposite really. They treated him rather well. Maybe because they thought he was a non-threat now, maybe because they could all kill him without so much as breaking a sweat or maybe just because they pitied him.

He honestly didn’t care.

He felt safe.

It had been ages since he had felt safe. Even when he was still his old self he hadn’t felt this safe in a long time.

The last time he had felt anywhere near this safe was when he had just started out as Sheriff.

When everything was still easy.

When he had only one man under him, his partner in crime-fighting, Adam.

Sheriffs mood dulled a little at the thought of his old partner.

It had been a while that he had thought about Adam. He had been his best friend and his confidant.

His loss had been the thing to make Sheriff snap and start cutting people off.

A hand was suddenly on his back, petting him carefully.

Looking up he saw Deimos looking at him, his face showing worry.

D:”You alright there Bunniff?”

Bunniff. That silly nickname Deimos had come up with about 3 days after he had been brought here.

Sheriff hadn’t liked it when he first heard it but it had grown on him. Just as much as Deimos and Sanford had grown on him, being the two that took the most care of him.

Sheriff nuzzled into the touch somewhat, trying to ease Deimos worries.

What he wouldn’t give to be able to talk.

D:”You trying to be cute to get an extra snack?”

Sheriff gave Deimos a side eye at that comment but couldn’t help himself turning towards the other to see if he did have a snack.

D:”Hehe. I gotcha lil buddy. Here ya go.” With that Deimos got out some yoghurt drops, that they had gotten from their trip to the pet store, and held one out to Sheriff.

Sheriff carefully took the drop with his teeth, having learned that those were rather sharp now, the hard way by biting his tounge, and started to nibble at it.

He truly did appreciate the snack, even if it wasn’t really the thing that he was looking for at the moment.

He was halfway done with the snack when 2BDamned stepped into the room with a clipboard.

Sheriff looked up and sighed.

Time for the daily testing.

The doc had started with those the day after Hank had brought him here, saying that, since Auditor was the one to revive Sheriff and they didn’t have a good gage on his powers, they couldn’t know what kind of anomalies could occur around and or with the Sheriff.

So far nothing had come of it.

Sheriff finished his snack quickly before he was lifted from the couch, where Deimos had placed him so they could watch some TV, and carried to 2Bs room.

Half an hour of tests later and the Doc was once again only staring at the results with a scowl.

A long sigh escaped the man before he walked over to the small cage he had placed Sheriff in to pick him up again.

2B:”. . . I still don’t get WHY Auditor would do this to you! . . . hopefully there’ll be no side eff-”

The Doc was interrupted by a loud sneeze coming from Sheriff. Sheriff didn’t even know where that had come from, he didn’t feel it coming on but oh well.

Opening his eyes after the sneeze he blinked a few times. He was still in 2Bs hold but something felt...off.

2B:”-cts…”

Doc was staring at him now.

Did he have something on his face? Reaching up he touched his face to see if something was hanging out of his nose.

Wait.

How did he do that? Normally when people held him like that he couldn’t use his arms.

Looking down now he saw...a hand?

A furr covered, paw-like hand for sure but still. A hand.

Looking back up again he met 2Bs eyes, seeing the surprise in them. His mask was hiding it but he was sure his mouth was standing open as well.

Sh:”What just-”

Sheriff heard himself beginn to say before stopping himself mid sentence.

He could talk.

HE COULD TALK!

Before he could revel in that fact a little longer 2B brought him close, holding him like a child now and rushed into the living room with him, to where the others were at the moment.

2B:”HANK!”

The others looked up at the Doc who proceeded to almost shove the half-bunny Sheriff into Hanks face.

2B:”I TOLD you he was a danger! LOOK! Who knows what’ll happen next?! We have to-”

The Doc was interrupted by Hank standing up so fast he threw down his chair, glaring at the man inside of his grasp.

Sheriff swallowed hard, his body beginning to shiver. He felt his still attached tail go between his legs and grabbed his ears in a nervous attempt to somewhat hide, using the brim of his hat as well.

Hank was towering over the other and Sheriff didn’t know when it would come but he was SURE that he would get hurt.

Silence.

Sheriff didn’t even know when he had shut his eyes but he had, waiting for the hurting to start.

After minutes of no harm coming his way he slowly opened one eye again before carefully looking up at the other.

Hank was looking...happy?

His eyes were fixated on Sheriff for sure but they held no malice or anger. A second later and Hank had taken him out of the Docs hold and was now holding him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

D:”Well… this is new...Hank be careful not to break him with that stare of yours.”

Deimos quipped, giving a snicker when Hank gave him an annoyed glance before returning to look Sheriff all over.

Sheriff felt himself begin to relax again. Hank wasn’t angry. He didn’t think Sheriff had planned anything evil or malicious.

That was a relief.

Well for about a minute it was.

That was until Sheriff realized that, holy shit, he was practically NAKED!

Sure he’d been naked all the time as bunny, but that was just the problem. He had been a BUNNY. Those normally didn’t need clothes. But now he was NOT a bunny anymore...at least not fully and that fact made him feel really exposed now.

Using his arms to kind of instinctively hide his chest and crotch, even though there was literally nothing visible there, he made a squeaking noise out of embarrassment.

That was when Sanford gave him a shirt.

S:”Here, you should probably put that on.”

Hank lowered him to the ground and grabbed the shirt for him before lifting it over his head and helping him into it.

It looked way too big on him but he didn’t care, he was just glad he didn’t have to feel naked anymore.

SH:”Thank you.”

Now everyone but the Doc and Sheriff froze.

D:”You can talk?” Sh:”Uuuuuhm~ apparently?” Sheriff shrunk a bit at the others reaction but the smile that followed gave him a little reassurance that they didn’t dislike it.

A slew of questions followed, none of wich he actually knew how to answer aside from the last one.

S:”So, what do you want to do now?”

Sanford was smiling but Sheriff knew the gravity of that question.

Before he could think about it much more, about where he’d go now and what to do or what they would do now to prevent him from doing something stupid, his stomach growled loudly, interrupting everyones thoughts.

Sh:”I guess eat something.”

The tension that had slowly been building in the room fell away at that.

They could think about this all later, for now they were just gonna roll with it.

And now it was time for dinner.

[baekhvuns]

I finally got fluffy San back, he looked so cute with his hair down :"( and Seonghwa doing the Spiderman pose during the fan sign, plsss fucking nerd gonna kiss his forehead if he doesn't stop. Just a DILF professor Mingi and his son

https://twitter.com/princechoisan/status/1522298616538439680?t=_gXTXq4Mao6HwtmjhLLV-Q&s=19

Also, Hwa pls NOOOOO: https://twitter.com/holyseonghwa/status/1522308376813834240?t=ozeIi5Z7DtNeFADrmHIosg&s=19 Just search your name on twt and you'll see it all 💀

Omfg at first I thought your pcs were of Ateez only, but I zoomed in and Mr Kai???

Perhaps that girl is a Shinestar idk, thankfully I rarely comment and try to keep it civil, lmao but it's so funny what a reunion. I feel bad for parents with demonic children cause you can tell some of them are trying yet the kids are just evil... but many just don't give a fuck CAUSE THEY'RE KIDS LET THEM HAVE FUN, well Melissa your kid is throwing M&Ms at everyone...yeah that happened actually, one kid hit my glasses and I almost unleashed hell. It was yeeeeeears ago when I worked in a store. Also some kids would steal sweets, actually if they asked I would give them some (we weren't supposed to do that, but I didn't care for that job anyways) but if they stole and left the wrappers for us to clean 🔫🔫🔫🔫 and some parents thought it was acceptable. Hell adults did the same shit and sometimes I would chase after them with the wrappers to call them out or sneak up on them while they were consuming and be like "enjoying your stolen treat?" they thought they were being subtle. I didn't give a shit about them stealing from the shop I just didn't want to collect their rubbish and seeing them go 👁👄👁 was always funny as hell, good times!

I can't eat kinder surprise chocolate now though I miss it :((( also the toys nowadays are pretty shitty from what I've seen same with Happy Meals, wtf the quality went 📉📉📉📉 *boomer mode on* back in my days we got cool collections like elephants, vampires, aliens, hippos, cats, crocodiles... (the fact I searched for them and it said VINTAGE 90S TOYS made me feel so old wtf 🤧 they were sold in the early 00s as well wdym 🤚🏻)

https://www.ebay.com/itm/252318507984?_ul=MX - Another proof I was obsessed with collecting stuff from the start. Did you have Bratz or other dolls too? And are you familiar with those skinny bitches from McDonald's lolol sorry for the ancient looking photo, they were called Betty Spaghetty

https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/DdMAAOSw-mdetCar/s-l300.jpg

And the doggos: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EwpcxqIWEAAm8w0?format=jpg&name=small

Fun fact I left the Husky one at the airport in Rome 😢 but then I found out that my cousin switched our Huskies cause hers was a bit damaged (I didn't realise lmao) so I eventually took hers (well mine) as a revenge. She thought it got lost 🤭

The speshol came from this jsushwhahbdshaj https://youtube.com/shorts/UITdXUUEsQI?feature=share

WE ARE NOT ROOTING FOR YOU omg nooo 💔💔💔 but tbh what's with people creating boring leads... I mean some deserve better they're plain, but just like people irl so it's kinda hypocritical to call them uninteresting while most people are this way. But some characters are just... they're just there and all attention is supposed to be on them, but even their dog is more interesting and relatable. Some Y/N's are the same way, I don't need to relate to them 100%, but omfg make them bearable at least!

BM is not exactly a murder and crime mystery, I mean there's murder, crime and mysteries 😂 but it's about dystopian worlds basically, the consequences of technology, lots of angst - pretty mind fucking stuff. - DV 💖

hi!!!

I finally got fluffy San back, he looked so cute with his hair down :"( and Seonghwa doing the Spiderman pose during the fan sign, plsss fucking nerd gonna kiss his forehead if he doesn't stop. Just a DILF professor Mingi and his son https://mobile.twitter.com/princechoisan/status/1522298616538439680?t=_gXTXq4Mao6HwtmjhLLV-Q&s=19

HE RLY DID !!! like yellow whipped cream 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO IM FIRST GET IN LIKE 🔫 pls…not dilf mingi pls pls 🤚🏼😭

Also, Hwa pls NOOOOO: https://twitter.com/holyseonghwa/status/1522308376813834240?t=ozeIi5Z7DtNeFADrmHIosg&s=19 Just search your name on twt and you'll see it all 💀

LMFAOOOO PLS IF HE EVER HAD THAT ABILITY IT WOULD BE SO EMBARRASSING WHEN HE FINDS HOW HORNY SHINESTARS ARE 😭😭😭😭 no fr search ur name bro

Omfg at first I thought your pcs were of Ateez only, but I zoomed in and Mr Kai???

mr kai runs this body <3 kind of strange that ik exo since debut yet have two albums from them and ik ateez for more than half their time and have their entire discography 😀

Perhaps that girl is a Shinestar idk, thankfully I rarely comment and try to keep it civil, lmao but it's so funny what a reunion. I feel bad for parents with demonic children cause you can tell some of them are trying yet the kids are just evil... but many just don't give a fuck CAUSE THEY'RE KIDS LET THEM HAVE FUN, well Melissa your kid is throwing M&Ms at everyone...yeah that happened actually, one kid hit my glasses and I almost unleashed hell. It was yeeeeeears ago when I worked in a store. Also some kids would steal sweets, actually if they asked I would give them some (we weren't supposed to do that, but I didn't care for that job anyways) but if they stole and left the wrappers for us to clean 🔫🔫🔫🔫 and some parents thought it was acceptable. Hell adults did the same shit and sometimes I would chase after them with the wrappers to call them out or sneak up on them while they were consuming and be like "enjoying your stolen treat?" they thought they were being subtle. I didn't give a shit about them stealing from the shop I just didn't want to collect their rubbish and seeing them go 👁👄👁 was always funny as hell, good times!

AS I WAS WRITING THIS THERES KIDS 😭 A GROUP OF KIDS OUTSIDE SCREAMING AND RUNNING AND u know those noise making things u get for birthdays?? the one u blow in and it goes “eeeee” …..that’s what’s been going on it’s BEEN HOURS IM CRYING GENUINELY THERES TEARS IN MY WYES FHWJDHWKFKLW THE AMT OF TIMES I WENT TO THE WINDOW TO GIVE THEM A GLARE BUT THEIR MOTHERS WINT EGEN STOP THEM IMSCRCEKAJMG,,,,

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 FBWKDH U DDINT CARE IF THEY STOLE BUT IF THEY THREW WRAPPERS LMFAOOO 😭😭😭😭😭 it’s on site, one of my friends worked at walmart, he saw someone steal bananas and never reported bc he said “im not paid enough too” 😭😭😭

I can't eat kinder surprise chocolate now though I miss it :((( also the toys nowadays are pretty shitty from what I've seen same with Happy Meals, wtf the quality went 📉📉📉📉 *boomer mode on* back in my days we got cool collections like elephants, vampires, aliens, hippos, cats, crocodiles... (the fact I searched for them and it said VINTAGE 90S TOYS made me feel so old wtf 🤧 they were sold in the early 00s as well wdym 🤚🏻

OH NAURRR 😭😭😭 no fr happy meals r so changed now and for what ?????? LMFAOOOO NOT VINTAGE 😭😭😭😭😭

do u rmr the 2010 shrek happy meals??? i had this shrek himself https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LOzL3G94TR4

https://www.ebay.com/itm/252318507984?_ul=MX - Another proof I was obsessed with collecting stuff from the start. Did you have Bratz or other dolls too? And are you familiar with those skinny bitches from McDonald's lolol sorry for the ancient looking photo, they were called Betty Spaghetty

BDMWBDKW I DID!!! i had a 2008 yasmin or sasha doll,,,, idk which out of the two but i had one of those and the way i was so obsessed fbwhdhd SKINNY BITCHES 😭😭😭 LMFAOOO BETTY SPAGHETTY I DO I RMR 😭😭😭

omg do u rmr this doll https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/barbie-barbie-love-doll-taffy-dog-1916951645 i have this exact one with me rn, hair chopped and highlighted with a highlighter 😭😭😭😭

Fun fact I left the Husky one at the airport in Rome 😢 but then I found out that my cousin switched our Huskies cause hers was a bit damaged (I didn't realise lmao) so I eventually took hers (well mine) as a revenge. She thought it got lost 🤭

The speshol came from this jsushwhahbdshaj https://youtube.com/shorts/UITdXUUEsQI?feature=share

LMFAOOOO PLS 😭😭😭😭 THEYRE SO FUNNY 😭😭

WE ARE NOT ROOTING FOR YOU omg nooo 💔💔💔 but tbh what's with people creating boring leads... I mean some deserve better they're plain, but just like people irl so it's kinda hypocritical to call them uninteresting while most people are this way. But some characters are just... they're just there and all attention is supposed to be on them, but even their dog is more interesting and relatable. Some Y/N's are the same way, I don't need to relate to them 100%, but omfg make them bearable at least!

no that’s so true, so true so true 1000% like main characters r supposed to have an oomph but also be like normal ppl u know?? YEAH MAKE THEM BAREABLE 😭😭 like those older kdrama girlies have more personality than the new ones 🔫

BM is not exactly a murder and crime mystery, I mean there's murder, crime and mysteries 😂 but it's about dystopian worlds basically, the consequences of technology, lots of angst - pretty mind fucking stuff. - DV 💖

OHHHHHH DYSTOPIAN 👁👄👁

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And now, without further ado, here are your brilliant clichés.

HARRY

Green eyes

Huge eyes

Dimples

Always smirking

“The flirt”

Jobs: Works in a flower shop/Used to be a baker/Frat boy/LA socialite/Mermaid

“Quirky”

Clumsy/balance issues

Health nut/Workout junkie/Eats a lot of avocado and kale/loves yoga/gross green health smoothies

Very slow speech

Paints his nails

Beautiful long luscious curly hair

Long legs/large hands

Tall/large/big

Nudity/loves walking around starkers

Obsessed with being pregnant/babies

Kind to everyone

Bites his lip a lot

Tells terrible jokes/loves puns

Naive and oblivious

Clothing: Pearl necklace, Chelsea boots/gold boots/boots in general/Gucci everything/Flared, high-waisted trousers/’red and black sheer floral shirt with black skinny jeans’

Always unbuttons his shirt to show off tattoos

Baby seal laugh

Bad at driving

Hipster/takes artsy photos

Acting out for attention/Petty jealousy for no reason or because of a misunderstanding or when anyone comes near Louis

Bad dancer that gives it his all/makes awkward shapes with his limbs when trying to dance

Cat mom/Wine aunt

Resting bitch face

Rides a motorcycle

LIAM

Little clueless

Insecure

Louis is constantly messing with him

Roommates with Louis

Puppy/a lost puppy/puppy in human form/puppy eyes/puppy who doesn’t know how hot and strong he is/loves puppies

Manly muscle man/buff af/loves working out/sweet himbo beefcake

Bullied in the past

Giant heart/incredibly kind/soft/super loyal

Worry-wart/mother hen of the band/gets nervous when things don’t go to plan

Voice of reason/the responsible one/Daddy Direction/level-headed/most serious of the five/keeps the others grounded

Doesn’t know how to let loose and have fun

Lacking in experience/innocent about sex things

Oblivious to his feelings/other people’s feelings for him

Jobs: Firefighter/boxer/athlete

Super soft for Zayn

Protective

“Wants to cry as soon as Louis opens his mouth and doesn’t know if it’s because he’s scared, because it’s too funny, or because he just can’t handle any of it.”

Fear of spoons

Timid/

“being very shy/awkward in the beginning and then getting more confident because of Louis”

Snake habitat turn around!

Can’t spell

His turtle losing a foot

“Smelly pasta house”

Loves batman

Being alpha in ABOs

Unruly curly hair then trimmed to a crisp buzz

LOUIS

Blue eyes: ocean blue/blue as the sky on a sunny winter day/twinkle eyes

Arse and/or tummy as a defining feature

Sassy/sass master/feisty/snarky/cheeky/witty/playful/funny/sarcastic/joker

Flamboyant

Heart of gold/”Louis IS the sun”

“Does not suffer fools gladly (that’s your job you fooking loosah)”/hot-headed to pick fights only in defense of those he loves

Protective/Mama bear/loyal/Daddy of the group

Small/Dainty stature emphasized

Runs fingers through his fringe/hair always styled

Jobs: Footie player, teacher, drama teacher, actor, plays in a band

Loves music and writes songs

Plays footie (even if it’s not his job)

LOUD

Can’t cook/chicken wrapped in parma/”Can’t cook to save his life and if he does the kitchen ends up in flames”

Soft with Harry

School: Studying drama, being the bad boy, pop!punk Louis

Bratty/petty/snappy

Smoking

Zayn’s partner in crime

Rooms with Liam

Calls everyone ‘love’/uses too many terms of endearment

Yorkshire accent emphasized/always talks about Doncaster

Clothing: Vans or Adidas shoes/Toms/trackies/braces/red jeans/dressing in comfortable clothes only/no socks/scarf

Very good with kids/loves kids/family-oriented/looking after siblings/having a huge family

Eats junk food only

“The gay who cannot drive”

NIALL

Drinks a lot/Drinks everyone under the table because he’s Irish/Guinness lover/fun drunk/Will sing Gaelic folk songs when drunk/big social drinker-always making friends via alcohol/will kiss anyone when drunk

Food: Eats all the food/doesn’t season his food/loves Nando’s/”100% will take the last slice of pizza and not feel bad about it”/can and will eat you out of house and home/actually eats and cooks healthy but everyone thinks the opposite

Irish/Irish and proud/Wey Hey lads!/leprechaun Niall

Carefree/nothing bothers him

Romantic: falls fast and hard

Captain Niall!/Captain of the ship(s)

Music: guitar always present/Goes into the zone when he has an instrument in his hands - nothing will distract or get through to him/The Eagles fanboy/Damien Rice fanboy

Funny/always laughing/joking around/head back cackle of a laugh

Single/hooks up with a ton of people but no serious relationships/sleeps around/Serial Ladies man/Friends with benefits with multiple people at once/

Turns up the charm 100% and never half-asses it/”Scrunches his hair in thought and knows he looks cute doing so (like girls that purposefully bite their lip)”

Friends with literally everyone/has a thousand surface-level friends that think they’re close to him but keeps all at arm’s length/the greatest friend but also pickiest about who he becomes friends with

Clothing: Constantly shirtless/shorts over trousers/flip-flops as house shoes/gold chain/coin necklace/hoop earring/”golf dad that tucks in his shirts and unironically wears polos”

Obsessed with golf and football/practices his putt in the hallway with an empty loo roll

A bro

Secretly insightful/Tactless but gives essential advice as a result

Secretive/keeps his shit quiet/Definitely the guy with the most secrets

The blond one

Hairy chest

Worst poker face

Finger guns/peace signs

Blushes when he’s excited

Adores Shawn and Lewis

Cares a lot about what others think

Says no judgment but really judges a lot/judges you based on music taste

Rings in at 0 on the gaydar but could surprise you/the only het one

Tries to avoid conflict by remaining ‘on the fence’ and not picking a side

Always the roommate

Face mask selfies

Emotions rotate between sad, sexy, and fun - combination vary

Never a villain

Close with Harry

“Violent masturbating in the next room”

Constant pet names for everyone/”Even has pet names for his devices (like his vacuum robot”

ZAYN

Super smart/nerd/wise/The Ravenclaw

Smokes a lot

Secretly very soft/gentle/biggest heart/”His confidence and aloofness hide a sensitive heart of gold”/Bad boy secretly soft

Heart-eyes at Liam/Soft with Liam/”Lee-yum”

Mysterious eyes

Best friends with Louis

Jobs: Artist, tattoo artist, English teacher who loves art, works in comic book store,

Shy/withdrawn/mysterious/brooding best friend/quiet/”Seems intimidating until you realize he’s just shy”/bad boy outside, soft boy inside/”not as cool as he seems but way sweeter”

The artistic one/tortured artist/art student/skater/also does graffiti/spray-paint

Marvel fan/comic book fan/superhero fan

Clothing: Wears his clothes like armor/leather jacket/”He’s the only one with good taste and he knows it”

Most ‘devil may care’ about his sexuality

Family-oriented/family man

Involved with his religion

Model figure/carved by gods/vain but not obnoxious about it

Catchprase is ‘sick’

Needs time alone to recharge

Changes his hair a lot/that one strand of hair that falls over his eyes

Thinks Malibu is called Malabami

“Eats candy underwear off of Harry’s crotch”

[chocolatte-and-despair]

The unsolved case of Iris Tyson

It’s always tragic hearing about someone ending up dead. But it’s even more tragic when the culprit is never found, and the family of the victim never gets the closure that they deserve. Today, we’re talking about one of those cases. Today, we’re talking about the unsolved case of Iris Tyson.

The reason why I decided to focus on Iris’ case is because of the little to no coverage that her case has gotten, and I believe that it’s only right to spread the word at least a little bit.

Iris, a 23-year-old woman, was an only child, but her family was big, her having a lot of aunts, uncles, and cousins. She was loved by everyone, and people said that she had a magnetic personality. Iris adored singing and never shied away from entertaining people with her singing.

Iris at the time of her going missing was unemployed but she always wanted to become a veterinarian. She also loved her cat, Yum-Yum, like her own daughter.

Iris was someone who preferred being at home over going outside with friends or going on trips. Iris and one of her friends were planning on going on a trip to Florida Keys, but Iris canceled the trip after she realized that she wouldn’t want to be away from home for so long.

From what I found while looking around, there is a Facebook group dedicated to her memory and some of her cousins have made tributes on YouTube of her best photos. That is enough to show that she is missed. It’s heartbreaking that her family has not found closure just yet.

The day of the accident was Mother’s Day, May 8, 2011. The location that this took place in was South Philadelphia and from reports, this happened around 1 PM.

It was Mother’s Day and Iris wanted to get her mother, Kelly, a surprise mother’s day’s gift. The gift was going to be a mother’s day’s card. Iris told her father about her plan, and he happily agreed with keeping it a secret from Kelly. Before Iris could slip away, Kelly caught her and asked where she was going. Kelly explains that she’s going to run to the grocery store and will be back “in a little bit”. That was the last thing that Kelly told her family before disappearing.

Seeing as this happened a lot of times, her family had no reason to suspect that something might happen. She usually took the Pathway on Oregon Avenue, which was only a few blocks away from where they lived. They had no reason to think that something bad would happen on that very day. Ironically so, the day was beautiful, as if trying to mask the tragedy that is going to happen not too long after.

It didn’t take long for her family to start getting worried about Iris. It was around 3 PM when this happened. Iris was a responsible person and she had made plans to be back and have dinner with her mother. By 6 PM, the family was frantic, and they filed a missing person’s report. Fearing that something horrible happened to Iris, they reported the disappearance of their daughter to Philadelphia’s police department.

Like in many cases, the police did not do much initially. As in many cases where an adult disappears, they said to the family that because the person is an adult, they could have simply left on their own or they are doing something without telling the family. That usually happens in cases like these. At times, police take weeks before taking an adult’s missing case seriously, and that minimalizes the chances of finding the person still alive or find the person at all.

After realizing that the police were not going to do anything to help the family, Iris’ family and friends got to work trying to search for the missing woman. Family and friends went around posting missing person posters, and her parents drove around the neighborhood’s streets in search of their missing daughter. Sadly, everything was in vain, as they found no trace of the poor girl.

People who knew Iris knew that she would never go missing without telling her family or friends about her whereabouts. She was a good and diligent person who was very close to her family and had no history of trying to run away from home. She was especially close with her mother, Kelly.

Iris’ parents, Joe, and Kelly did everything they could to try and spread awareness about the disappearance of their daughter. They took interviews with several reporters, but those interviews were never aired live. Joe and Kelly were very frustrated by the lack of cooperation from the police and local news media.

After a week of relentless searching for Iris, the family received a call that no family wants to get. The police reported that a body was found in an overgrown, grassy Point Breeze lot on Sunday morning. The police say that Iris died from blunt force trauma to the head, which was ruled out to be a homicide. Joe went to identify the body and confirmed that it’s Iris, based on the butterfly tattoo that the body had.

The body was found by someone who was collecting bottles near an abandoned area. When family and friends heard that, they said confidently that Iris was not the type of person that would go to places like that. She was a responsible and clever young woman and knew to avoid places like that. Her family and friends were sure that she was abducted and brought there by force.

The coroner’s office determined that Iris died from blunt force to her head. And even if when her body was found her pants were removed, there were no signs of sexual assault or a robbery. As of right now, detectives are not sure about the motive or reason behind this murder.

This case left a lot of questions in the minds of the policemen. A spokesperson of the police force said that there were many questions left unanswered. They didn’t know if the murder was committed in the overgrown lot, or if it happened somewhere else and the body was simply dropped off at the location. Police say that they believe Iris’ body was dropped off there hours after her disappearance.

To say the least, it was almost too much for the family to handle, knowing that their daughter was so close to home without them knowing that or being able to help.

Because of the Police’s lack of initial involvement and concern about Iris’ missing status, they were forced to hurry by trying to understand what happened and create a timeline. So, based on the witness report, Iris was heading towards the Oregon Plaza shopping center, but there are no reports of her ever arriving there. Last, she has been seen at the intersection of 4th and Ritner.

As protocol, the police interviewed the family to try and figure out if anyone might have a motive to kill Iris, but her family and friends were confused, and nobody came to mind. Iris was known as a very sweet person, who was generally beloved by everyone. It seemed like an impossible thought to them that anyone would want to murder Iris.

Iris also didn’t seem to know anyone in the area where she was found dead. The area was generally deserted too, as most homes were abandoned. It’s still a mystery to the detectives on why Iris was even there in the first place.

Sadly, like many other cases, Iris’ case didn’t get much publicity when it first happened. Not even when her body was found did the reporters find this case interesting enough to write anything about it. That reduced the family’s chance to get the world about the tragedy that struck them, and to maybe catch the killer.

The family was desperate for any information, and in September of that year, started to offer a 2,000$ reward to anyone who was able to provide any information about the case. But nobody came forward.

In a last-ditch effort, the family rose the reward money for any information to 3,500$ in October, but that also didn’t get any attention, and nobody sent any information.

Kelly went to the press, while addressing the murderer. She explains that they took her daughter and best friend away but that they were willing to forgive them if they came out and allowed the family to find closure. That still didn’t bear any fruits for the family and to this day, the case remains unsolved.

In 2017, reporters interview Joe, and the man says that time didn’t heal the wounds that Iris’ murder caused the whole family, and they think of her every day, hoping that one day justice will be served and that Iris’ could finally be put to rest.

If you have any information about Iris’s murder, please contact the Citizens Crime Commission of the Delaware Valley at 215–546–8477. You may remain anonymous. Do NOT prank call this number. This situation is not a joke and should be taken seriously.

My opinions about this case:

Iris was clearly a good person who didn’t deserve this. She had a loving family and a bright future before her. She was kind and generally beloved. A truly good person. It’s rare to meet people like that nowadays and it’s a tragedy that we lost her.

Her family still has an active facebook group, missing her disappearance. It’s clear that the family loved Iris and that it hurts to them that her killer couldn’t be caught. That she still hasn’t been put to rest.

I partially blame the police for their lack of involvement in the beginning. It’s sad but this is how a lot of cases of adults going missing are handled. If the police would have listened to the family originally, they might have caught the killer or at least found the body sooner.

All I can hope for is that the family finds justice soon and that Iris is finally able to know that she has been avenged and that nobody else is going to have the same fate as her.

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Clumsy ghost

Hitsuhina Week 2021 : Day 9- AU / Ghost

Rating: K+ or T ? (It’s a little bit angst, we’re talking about ghost, so character’s death, but no violence or anything like that)

Synopsis: Living with a clumsy ghost was no rest for Hitsugaya at all.

Word Count: 1953 words

Setting:  Modern world

Author’s Note: my favorite one shot of the challenge <3. The first one I wrote immediately after reading the themes. And, rare enough to note it, I liked what I wrote at the first try xD

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The sound of shattered glass abruptly stopped Hitsugaya in his chemistry exercise. It was 9:00 p.m., his parents had gone out to see some friends, and he didn't have any cat that could make that kind of noise last he noticed. He almost wished the culprit was a thief sneaking into his home. It would have been easier to justify the disaster to his parents on their return. But no, the probability was almost certain that Hinamori had done something stupid again.

The young boy let out an exasperated sigh and shouted in the direction of the downstairs.

“Hinamori! What did you break again this time? "

Silence answered him. But he was not fooled. Putting down his pen on the notebook, Hitsugaya got up from his desk, stretched briefly, and walked towards the crime scene. The living room seemed unoccupied, but right in front of the wooden bookcase was one of her mother's little blown glass figurines, shattered into dozens of pieces on the floor. Beyond repair. Better get it all out quick before someone got hurt.

As he picked up the pieces, Toshiro noticed a book also on the ground, a few inches next to the statue. “Alice in Wonderland” by Lewis Caroll. A classic. Hinamori probably wanted to read it and must have dropped it on the figurine. However, the culprit still had not deigned to show up.

"Instead of watching me clean your mess in silence, you could at least apologize," he said sternly, keeping his eyes on his task. “My mother loves this stuff, she's going to notice it "

A silhouette gradually appeared a meter beside him, remaining translucent. A brown-eyed brunette teenager, looking half embarrassed-half pained, played nervously with her hands while looking at her white-haired friend.

"Shiro-chan…" She started in a small voice. “Sorry… I wanted to grab the book, but it slipped out. "

This sort of thing has unfortunately happened quite frequently over the past few months. As a ghost, the young woman could not interact with objects as easily as a human being. But as she built up enough spiritual energy over time, she could do small things like turn on the light or the TV, or read. But if turning the pages of a novel was easy, getting the book out of the library was more complex. And she frequently dropped the objects she was holding for lack of spiritual energy.

"Here’s the result," thought Hitsugaya, looking at the fragments one last time before throwing it in the trash.

He will look on the internet to order the same item. With any luck, it would all go unnoticed. In two years of living in this house, he had ended up gaining a reputation as a “legendary clumsy”, completely false. But being the only one to see Hinamori, unless he wanted to be taken for a madman, he preferred accepting the reproaches, and turning against his ghostly friend afterwards.

His parents had made a good deal by buying this house. The former owners, devastated by grief after losing their daughter in a traffic accident, wanted to leave the place as soon as possible. Everything reminded them of Hinamori here, to the point of even thinking they saw her or heard her voice.

Their hallucinations must have been caused by their daughter's ghost desperately trying to make contact with them.

When he arrived, the feeling of being watched had not left Hitsugaya. He wasn't naturally paranoid, but something about this house was bothering him. And then one day, when he almost hit the corner of a cupboard in the kitchen cabinet, he heard a female voice screaming "watch out!" ". His face had crumpled up when he saw the half-translucent young woman right in front of him, and she mimicked his expression as she realized he could see her. And since then, she never left him. Sometimes to his dismay.

Ghost life seemed boring, especially when you mysteriously couldn't leave the house. So the young woman spent her time talking to him about everything and nothing, most often nothing. His ability to grab objects was a small revolution in their lives. Granting some peace of mind for Hitsugaya. He brought her CDs and books from the library every week to her delight. He also frequently left his computer or television on for her.

Sometimes he wondered why she didn't go to "heaven" or the afterlife. But she always dodged this question. So he had come to terms with her daily presence. At least she had the decency not to go into the bathroom. He would probably have asked to go to a boarding school otherwise.

Finishing cleaning up the mess, he motivated himself to return to the bedroom to end his homework and have his evening free.

"Can you take the book and bring it to the bedroom?" Momo asked behind him with a small smile. “I don't know if I would have the energy to do it on my own all the way."

Denying her nothing, he put the open book on his bed, letting the young woman start reading, while he finished his work.

"Alice in Wonderland ". She must have read this book at least fifteen times since he had known her. It had to be her favorite without a doubt. The book was starting to get damaged around the edges from turning the pages.

He walked over to the bathroom to relax in the shower and found himself disappointed that the bulb was burnt out.

"I had nothing to do with it this time!” Hinamori objected reflexively upon hearing his friend's exasperated sigh again.

You spend your time turning on the lights in the house," he retorted. “You are indirectly guilty of that”.

She pouted at him at the new accusation but didn't refute. Spare bulbs were in the attic and Toshiro walked there wearily.

The house had been renovated with the exception of the attic which retained old with its creaky and fragile parquet. A real ghost room, Hitsugaya thought.

Having found the purpose of his visit, he was about to leave when he noticed a partly defeated wooden slat. Better put it back on before someone got hurt. Crouching down, he was about to reposition it when he noticed a metallic-looking object underneath.

Removing the slat, he noticed with surprise a small metal cookie tin hidden in a recess between the parquet floor and the ceiling below.

Intrigued by this new treasure, he opened it. Inside he found a multitude of photos, as well as several papers and small items. He recognized Momo in one of the photos, dressed in high school clothes, surrounded by two boys, one blond and one with red hair.

He then decided to take the set to its real owner.

"I found this in the attic," he showed her, putting the box on the blanket with a small metal noise.

Momo's face lit up at the find.

“My treasure box! I can’t believe it! I completely forgot it was there!"

Abandoning her book altogether, his friend immediately took an interest in the content, scattering the photos everywhere.

"Look! It's Kira-kun and Abarai-kun! "She explained, pointing at the two boys earlier. «I’ve told you about them before. We went to college together and we were in the same class in high school! A real sign of fate. I wonder what happened to them now...”

She paused, staring at the photo for a long time.

"They must be in college today," she continued. ”Kira was a good student. I could see him teaching one day. Abarai was more impulsive. He spent his time being reprimanded. But I think you could have got along.”

Her tone had grown melancholic as she explained the scenes in the photos: Momo dressed in some sort of pumpkin costume for her fifth birthday, a family outing to the beach, birthdays...

"And this is a bracelet I made in elementary school!” She showed him, grabbing a sort of black rubber band with a small turquoise bead. “It's the same color as your eyes. Another sign of fate! » She added, laughing.

She started the gesture as if to put it on her wrist, but the bracelet crossed her arm and fell back on the bed, triggering a temporary silence in the young woman. A cloudy veil seemed to appear for a moment in the young woman's eyes but disappeared before Toshiro could even speak.

"I'll give it to you Shiro-chan!" She finally declared smiling again.

He grabbed the jewel and inspected it for a few moments between his fingers. He wasn't the type to wear this kind of thing, but the style was simple and the stone was pretty on its own.

“Thank you”, he finally answered, picking up a micro smile from the little brunette.

She nodded and turned to the photos again.

“Maybe we could make copies for you and send the originals to my parents?” She proposed. “They would surely be happy to have them”.

He nodded, approving of the idea.

As he began to put them away, Momo spoke again:

“You know…I didn't want to die Toshiro”, she blurted out followed by a bitter little laugh. “I…”

He was surprised that she brought up the subject so suddenly, but let her continue. The veil over her pupils reappeared, brighter than before.

"I loved my life," she said with a tight throat. “I had a lot of plans. I wanted to travel, adopt a dog, fall in love, take a parachute jump, learn baking... Those things may be trivial but I will never have the chance to do them again. When...”

A first sob broke her, and Toshiro, who by reflex wanted to put his hand on his friend's arm, saw it cross her without feeling the contact of her skin. She smiled at him, appreciating the gesture nonetheless.

“Thanks Shiro-chan”, she said taking a deep breath. “I was saying, when the accident happened, I kept telling myself that I didn't want to die and then I ended up at home like...that. A ghost. And then I met you... And I loved those two years with you, I don't think I could have dreamed of a better roommate to tease."

She giggled in front of his "hey!" and continued

“But seeing all of this, I realize what a lovely life I have had. And even if it was a little too short, it was happy and full. I shouldn’t have any regrets ".

Hitsugaya watched her with a slight pang in her heart, understanding where she was going.

"You're going, right? » He asked her

She paused, thoughtful, then turned to her book on the bed.

"Did you know I never finished it?" She confessed to him.

"I've seen you read it a dozen times," he remarked to her in surprise.

"That's right, but I’ve never read the last chapter."

She laid down on the bed and turned to her friend

"Can you read the end of the book to me, Shiro-chan? It would be a shame not to know how the story ends."

"Haven't you seen Disney? She wakes up, that's all," he replied to tease her a last time.

But he accepted, because as said before, he could not refuse her anything. And it was as if she had dictated her last will to him.

The text was crazy. His serious tone didn't match; but he continued to Momo's laughter anyway. And as he said the last sentence, he found that he was now alone in the room, surrounded by photos of his friend. On the back of one of them he could read in a somewhat shaky handwriting: "Thanks Shiro-chan, and goodbye."

[fanfics4all]

Green Light, Red Light

Request: Yes / No Hi can I please get a Spencer Reid x reader where if you’ve seen the 12 season where cat has his mom and tells him that she’s pregnant with his kids and tells him she did it because she Convince him that he was doing it with Maeve and reader over hears them and she starts to feel the she was just a rebound to him and they get in a fight about how she’s Insecure about their relationship and can it end in fluff please and if you can thank you 🙏🏼 sorry if this doesn’t make sense or sounds Messy Anon

Requests are open, but please read this! <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 8910

Warnings: Honestly not much I think. 

Y/N: Your Name 

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Emily had just called me and told me to come to the office. I dropped everything immediately and rushed to work. I just knew it was something about Spencer. God I hope he’s okay… As soon as I got there I rushed into her office, Rossi was already in there. 

“Emily, I came as fast as I could. What’s happened? Is Spencer okay?” I asked, worry clearly in my voice. 

“Thank you for coming Y/N, Fiona and I went to see Reid.” She said. 

“And? Is he okay?” I asked. 

“He said his Mother was in trouble.” She said and I looked at her confused. 

“Were Reid and Diana scheduled to have a visit?” Rossi asked. 

“He didn’t think so, but it happened anyway.” Emily answered. 

“What did Cassie say?” I asked. 

“Cassie didn’t bring Diana. Another nurse did, a Carol Atkinson.” She answered and I looked at her confused. 

“Cassie would never let another nurse take care of her.” I said. 

“Garcia’s running a search on the name now, but it’s an alias.” She said. 

“For who?” Rossi asked before I could. 

“Lindsey Vaughn.” She said. 

“Lindsey Vaughn? From that case in Chula Vista ten years ago?” Rossi asked.

“You remember it.” Emily said. 

“But how could it be her now? And why?” He asked. 

“I asked him the same thing.” She said. 

“And how did that go?” He asked. 

“He slammed the table and ended up being escorted out by guards.” She said and I bit my lip. My poor Spencer…  

“Any chance he’s wrong?” Rossi asked. 

“Well, Reid did smell Scratch’s drugs before the murder, and he said there was another woman in the room with them.” She said. 

“No, there’s no way he could be wrong, this is Spencer we’re talking about!” I said and they sighed. 

“Well, if Lindsey took Diana to visit, where’s Cassie?” Rossi asked. 

“We don’t know. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she’s not returning texts either. Y/N, when was the last time you talked to her?” She asked me. 

“Um, a few weeks ago. She was giving me updates about Diana and said that I should come and visit, that it might help her.” I answered. I was now regretting not visiting her sooner, who knows what might be happening to her now… 

“And Garcia pinged it?” Rossi asked. 

“She tried, but the battery must be dead. The GPS was turned off. Walker and JJ are on their way to Reid’s apartment now.” Emily said. 

“I should be going with them.” I said, but Emily shook her head. 

“You’re too close to this Y/N.” She said. 

“We’re all close to this Emily.” I said and she sighed. 

“I know, but I can’t send you out there until we have something.” She said and I sighed. I understood why, but I just wanted to help Spencer and save Diana if she was really in trouble. 

“So what if this has been a Scratch-Lindsey partnership this whole time?” Rossi asked. 

“If that’s true, given his mental state, I’m not sure Reid makes it to trial.” Emily said and I felt my heart break. 

“I-I need to see him.” I said and Emily shook her head. 

“You can’t right now, he’s not being allowed visitors.” She said and I bit my lip to keep from crying. 

“Hey, he’ll be alright.” Rossi said and I nodded. 

“Here, take some paperwork to keep you distracted, I’ll call everyone in when we get news from JJ.” Emily said and I nodded. I took the papers and went to my desk. I needed to keep my mind off Spencer, but that was probably the hardest thing to do. 

It was maybe ten minutes later when I heard someone walk up to my desk. I looked up and saw Garcia giving me a sad smile. I returned the smile and she pulled me in for a hug. 

“Emily wants us in the round table room.” She said and I nodded. 

“Is Diana okay?” I asked. 

“We don’t know yet...” She answered and I bit my lip once again. We all sat down and everyone gave me a sad smile. I wanted this done with, I wanted the pitty looks to go away. I wanted everything to go back to normal. 

“We first came across the Vaughns ten years ago when Lindsey Vaughn and her friend Katie Owen were abducted outside of a crowded movie theater by three men.” Emily said as Garcia handed us the files. 

“Ryan Phillips, the traid’s dominant, tortured and strangled Katie.” Rossi said. 

“Jack Vaughn then took matters into his own hands, using his skills to find Lindsey.” Emily said. 

“It ended when Jack murdered Phillips in front of her and Reid.” Rossi said. 

“They let him stay in the program after that?” Luke asked.

“Jack was too important a witness to cut loose.” Rossi said. 

“And no one’s heard from either of them till now?” Tara asked. 

“That’s right.” Emily said with a nod. 

“Lindsey was posing as a nurse named Carol Atkinson, and was able to get Diana Reid in and out of the Millburn Correctional Facility.” Garcia said, pulling up the prison’s security video. 

“And despite all the cameras, this is the only one that picked her up.” Rossi said. 

“So she knew exactly where they were and how to avoid them.” I said. The phone started ringing and Garcia immediately answered it. 

“Please tell me you have good news.” She said. 

“Well, Diana and Cassie aren’t here.” JJ said. 

“There’s no forced entry and no signs of struggle. And Cassie’s car is gone.” Walker answered. 

“Garcia, where are we on that APB of her car?” Emily asked. 

“I don;t have anything yet.” She answered. 

“Okay. Also, search recent traffic in and out of Reid’s apartment. Lindsey probably entered as Carol.” Emily said. 

“Copy, copy.” She said and got to work. 

“I know Diana’s routen, I should go out there.” I said. 

“No Y/N, you’re not allowed to investigate this outside of this office, not yet.” Emily said. I was growing desperate, I needed to help Spencer. 

“I know her routen too, Stephen and I will hit up those places first.” JJ said and hung up. 

“The rest of us need to find Lindsey ASAP.” Emily said. 

“I know a marshal that can help cut through Witsec’s red tape.” Luke said and walked off. 

“Yeah, I’m friendly with some people at Homeland Security.” Tara said, also walking off. 

“I got a buddy at the DOJ, lost a lot of money to him at poker. He owes me.” Rossi said. 

“Garcia, there was degraded female DNA and prints found at the crime scene. No matches in Codis, but there might be something in Witsec.” Emily said. 

“I’ll pull every favor, turn every stone.” Garcia said and walked off. 

“Are we gonna tell Spencer?” I asked. 

“Not yet. I don’t want to add more stress for him.” Emily said. Rossi walked off to go see his friend. 

“Emily, you need to give me something to do. I can’t just sit here and do nothing and we both know I can’t just go home.” I said following her into her office. 

“Go help Garcia, I can’t let you go out there right now, I’m sorry.” She said and I nodded. 

“I get it, I’m way too close to him, more than you guys are, but when it comes time to go out there and do something I need to be there too.” I said and she nodded. 

“I wouldn’t keep you from that.” She said and I nodded. 

I was helping Garcia with whatever she needed. I wasn’t as tech savvy as she is, but I was good enough to help out. We were working on anything that could give us a lead when her phone rang. 

“Garcia.” Luke said. 

“What do you need?” She asked. 

“Metro P.D. found Cassie’s car and called it in immediately. No signs of her or DIana. No foul play. There are… There are three visible cameras. One nearby and two down the way.” Luke said.

“I can tap into them, see what I can find.” Garcia said getting to work. 

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, Walker and JJ are calling in. You want me to patch you through?” She asked. 

“Please.” He said and we were all in the call now. 

“Walker, JJ, you’re on with Alvez, me, and Y/N.” She said when she answered. 

“Hey guys, no luck finding Cassie or Diana.” Walker said and my heart sank. 

“Alright, well, I’m at Cassie’s car right now. Forensically, it’s a dead end, but, us, behaviorally we might have something.” Luke explained. It’s parked down the block from a high school.” Luke said. 

“A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey’s abductor in front of her and Spencer.” JJ said. 

“Well, placing the car there could be a taunt at us.” Walker said. 

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Luke said. 

“I can look into that. I can- Oh!” Garcia said cutting herself off. I looked over at her screen to see what was happening. 

“Garcia?” JJ asked. 

“Oh, uh, uh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of Reid’s building. There is no sign of Carol Atkinson, but a Jaime Lamantia keeps popping up. She lives in unit 26 down the hall from Ried. She paid six months of her rent up front in cash, and there’s been not a peep from her since.” She said and I looked at the document she pulled up with wide eyes. 

“How’s Jaime connected to Lindsey?” Luke asked. 

“Jaime is Lindsey…” I said shocked. 

“I’m twenty minutes from Reid’s apartment.” Luke said. 

“Yeah, we’re ten.” JJ said and they were on their way. 

“I-I have to go out there…” I said. 

“No, you can't, Emily said you can’t.” Garcai said. 

“This is my boyfriend we’re talking about! I have to do something!” I said, tears threatening to fall. Garcia pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly. 

“I know hun, but we’ll get her.” She said. 

Emily came in and caught us up, Cassie was dead. Lindsey killed her and took Diana. Spencer was right. Emily went back to her office to have a meeting with Luke and his friend, but I followed and stayed in the bullpen. 

“I’m going to the prison. Reid deserves to know everything.” Emily said walking out. 

“I’m coming with you.” I said. 

“Y/N, you know you-” 

“Emily please, I need to see him. I need to know he’s okay.” I begged, cutting her off. She looked at me and sighed. 

“Alright, let’s go.” She said and off we went to the prison. 

“Wait here, I’ll give you two some time once I finish telling him okay?” She asked and I nodded. Emily was inside and they were talking. Spencer walked up to the door and banged on it. I stopped the guard from opening it and I opened it instead. 

“Y-Y/N?” Spencer asked shocked. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since he was arrested. 

“Spencer, oh my God…” I said with tears in my eyes. I knew the rules, I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch him, but I didn’t care. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest. 

“Hey, no touching allowed.” The guard said. 

“It’s alright.” Emily said walking over to us. 

“You two have until I come back, then we leave Y/N.” She said and I nodded. Spencer and I walked back into the room and once again hugged him. 

“I’ve missed you so much…” I said finally letting the tears I’ve been holding back for so long free. Spencer wrapped his arms around me and it felt like home. 

“I’m so so sorry about your Mom Spence, but I swear to you that I will find her no matter what. Even if it costs me my job I will find her.” I said gently caressing his cheek. 

“Does she know about us?” He asked referring to Lindsey. 

“Yes…” I answered. 

“You need to stay away from this.” He whispered. 

“You know I can’t do that.” I whispered back. 

“You need to, I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” He said. 

“I’ll be find Spence, everything will be fine.” I said. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away from me… 

“You need to go. You need to stay off this case, you need to work on something else.” He said turning his back to me. 

“You know I will not do that. I won’t stop until you’re free and your Mother is home safe!” I said. I stared at his back in shock, Spencer had changed… The door opened and Emily walked in. 

“It’s time to go Y/N.” She said and I nodded. 

“I promise Spence, we’ll find her and get you out of here.” I said before leaving the room with Emily. 

“How’d it go?” She asked. 

“Not as well as I hoped…” I quietly answered. 

“He’ll come around.” She said and I just nodded. Why would he want me to stop? Why wouldn’t he want to kiss me? Why wouldn’t he be happy to see me? 

We made it back to the office and Emily went straight for the roundtable room. I was still in a daze, but I followed her in. The team was there walking and Rossi looked up at us when we walked in. 

“How’d it go with Reid?” He asked.

“As expected. He thinks Lindsey’s using her father’s gun as a way to carry on his legacy.” Emily said. 

“Makes sense, given her Daddy issues.” Rossi said. 

“And I spoke to the Warden about putting Reid in protective custody, but he said no.” Emily said and I sighed. 

“Okay, more ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn’s gun, and, oh my goodness, Lindsey has been a busy evil bee.” Garcia said. 

“How busy?” Tara asked. 

“That gun has been involved in fifteen murders in the last five years.” She answered. 

“Single shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point.” JJ said.

“That’s our Lindsey.” Rossi said. 

“You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S-Mexico border.” JJ said. 

“And each of the victims have apparent Cartel ties.” Garcia. 

“So, Lindsey’s been a Cartel hit woman ever since she left the program.” Tara said. 

“Okay, but why is she using her Dad’s gun? That helps us, and it’s risky for her.” Garcia asked. 

“It’s an impulse, not a choice.” I said. We continued talking, but we came up with nothing so we all went to get coffee. 

“Why would Scratch choose Lindsey? I mean, her ties to Reid are distant.” Tara said. 

“Walker and I, we kicked it around on the flight, and we imagine that Scratch was digging further into Reid’s past and he saw that Lindsey had become a contract killer. Realized she could get to him in a way that he couldn’t.” Luke said. 

“It may be logistical, too. Scratch has never run out of drugs before, but now he’s a fugitive and might not be able to get them.” Walker said. 

“Well, Lindsey knows the border. She’d be a good drug mule.” JJ said as I was making myself a second coffee. 

“Good news, bad news.” Emily said walking up to us and I immediately turned towards her. 

“I am on the books first thing tomorrow with Judge Frost and AUSA Martinez.” Emily said. 

“But all we have is a theory and no support from the brass.” Rossi said. 

“That’s never stopped us before.” She said.  

“I guess we gave twelve hours to make an airtight case for you to bring to them.” I said. 

“Yes. Not only that, we also need a paper trail.” Emily said. 

“I’ll put on more coffee.” Rossi said. 

“Excuse me.” Emily said and went to take a call. 

“Y/N, you should go get some sleep.” Rossi said to me and I shook my head. 

“There is no way I’m going home when Spencer is stuck in that prison and Diana is who knows where.” I said taking a sip of my coffee. 

“I will inject coffee straight into my veins before I go to sleep.” I said and walked off to the round table room. Soon everyone followed and we were all looking for anything we could find. 

“We leave no stone unturned.” Emily said walking in with Garcia and a box. She started handing out files and we got to work. 

“Hey, guys.” Tara said after an hour and a half. 

“Okay. I got Carol Atkinson crossing the border at Los Indios.” She said. 

“There’s a factory nearby that manufactures non-FDA-approved seasickness tablets. Essentially, scopolamine pills.” She said walking over to the map. 

“Los Indios is only a 40-minute drive to Matamoros.” Luke said. 

“Looks like we’ve got Lindsey where we need her.” Rossi said. 

“Now we put the knife in her hand.” Emily said. We continued working, trying to get anything to match with Lindsey and that would be able to set Spencer free. I must have drank at least six coffees, maybe more. It was light out now, but none of us cared. 

“Rick, what have you got?” Luke asked, answering his phone. 

“Well, okay, guys, Jack’s gun was used in Mexico the day before Nadie’s murder.” JJ said. 

“What? Another Cartel hit?” I asked. 

“No, the victim was a Victor Flores. He was a local real estate broker, a model citizen.” She said. 

“Point-blank. Back of the head, with a modified hollow-point bullet. That’s Lindsey, alright.” Rossi said looking at the file. 

“Why are we only hearing about it now?” Walker asked. 

“Because it was in Monterrey. It’s a different jurisdiction.” JJ answered. 

“Okay, so, she crosses the border at Los Indios, which is very close to Matamoros, drives three hours west to Monterrey, kills Victor, and then drives four hours east to Matamoros?” Tara asked confused. 

“All possible within a day’s drive.” Walker said. 

“Sure, but why go to all the trouble?” Tara asked. 

“Why pick Victor Flores?” Emily asked. 

“It sounds too random to be random…” I said shaking my head. 

“Alright. Alright, thanks, Rick. I owe you.” Luke said and hung up. 

“Mexican authorities found an abandoned truck last week that matches the one Reid described. It was dumped two states over.” Luke said. 

“Did it belong to a Victor Flores?” JJ asked. 

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” He asked. 

“Lindsey killed him before Nadie. Must have stolen his truck too.” Rossi said. 

“Alright, well, we’re making some real headway here.”Luke said. 

“Yeah, it’s great guys, don’t get me wrong, but it’s all circumstantial. Garcia, any luck finding Lindsey’s prints from her Witsec file?” Emily asked. 

“I called in every favor I can think of and then some. It’s gonna take me, like, five more hours to cut through all this red tape.” Garcia answered. 

“I have to be at the courthouse in one.” Emily said and we continued to go back to work. 

Emily left soon after and we all kept working. We hoped that we could get something in time, but the odds were against us. An hour later my phone rang and I saw Emily’s name pop up on my screen. 

“Emily?” I answered confused and everyone’s eyes were on me. 

“I need you to go to the prison that Reid is at and bring him home.” She said and my eyes started to water. 

“A-Are you serious?” I asked. 

“I am, bring him home Y/N.” She said and I hung up immediately. 

“What’s going on?” Garcia asked. 

“I have to go, I have to go get Spencer.” I said with a smile. 

“He’s coming home?” JJ asked and I nodded. 

“Yeah.” I nodded and everyone smiled.

“I’m coming with you.” JJ said. 

“Me too, I gotta take care of something there.” Luke said. 

“I’m coming too!” Garcia said and I just nodded at them. I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed to my car. My Spencer was finally coming home. They were driving in a separate car from me. I got to the prison as quickly as I could and soon after they brought me to a room with Spencer standing there. Spencer saw me and smiled slightly. 

“We’re taking you home baby.” I said with a smile and a tear falling down my face. He looked relieved and I rushed over to hug him. 

“You’re coming home Spence.” I whispered. He held me tightly and started sobbing. I held him tightly. He kissed the side of my head and everything just felt so right in that moment. Spencer got dressed in the suit we brought him and we walked out to see Garcia standing there waiting. He went up and hugged her and I smiled. 

“Let’s get my Mom back.” He said. 

“Yeah.” Garcia said and we all left. We got back to the office and we were catching Spencer up on everything. 

“So we know Lindsey convinced Scratch to run drugs across the border.” Luke said. 

“And that Lindsey’s been operating from to locations- An apartment next to Reid and a house in southeast D.C.” Rossi said. 

“That’s where we think she’s keeping your Mom.” Walker said. 

“Scratch isn’t afraid to plot an elaborate trap. I want a full breakdown of that house before we set one foot inside.” Emily said and everyone walked off, except for Spencer and I. 

“Um… Spencer…” Emily said stopping us and closing the door. 

“You can’t officially go until you’re reinstated.” She said. 

“So that includes going to my apartment, since it’s a crime scene.” Spencer said. 

“That’s right. It’s sealed and guarded by Metro P.D. But you are the resident. You got it?” She said.

“Got it.” He said and she left. Spencer took a step up to the closed door, but just stared at it. 

“Are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me. 

“Um… it’s, uh, it’s open.” I said and he looked back at the door. 

“Of course.” He said and opened the door. We went to Spencer’s place and I had to show the guard my badge. 

“He’s the resident. He’s just gonna grab a few things.” I said and the cop nodded. Spencer sat on his couch and started looking at an open photo album. 

“What is it?” I asked. 

“This picture was on a different page.” He said and picked it up. He flipped it over and on the back in red it said XX-XY. 

“Does that mean anything to you?” I asked. 

“Only the obvious, male and female chromosomes, Lindsey’s way of telling us she’s with Scratch.” He said and I sighed. 

“Let’s grab some things and you can stay at my place.” I said. 

“Yeah…” He said. We grabbed a bag of clothes and dropped them off at my apartment. Emily had called me and told me all about what was going on. Spencer had to go back to prison to see Cat Adams. I was going with him. We got on the jet and made our way to Car Adams. We walked into the other side of the interview room, we saw Cat sitting at the table. I saw Spencer was comfortable, but this was the only option to find his mother right now. 

“I’ll be here the whole time, promise.” I said and gently grabbed his hand. He nodded and walked inside, I followed, but stayed in the back. 

“Spencie.” Cat said with a smile. 

“Where’s my Mother?” He asked. 

“I missed you.” She said. 

“What did you and Lindsey do to her?” He asked, ignoring her. 

“How did you-”

“No stop! You don’t get to walk in here and hiss at me like I’m the criminal.” She said cutting him off. 

“Now, we do this my way.” She said and kicked the chair in front of her. Spencer caught it as she told him to sit. Spencer sat as I stayed on the side watching. 

“How was Prison? Did you like it?” She asked. 

“No.” He answered. 

“It’s not fun, is it?” She asked. 

“Unlike you, I didn’t deserve to be there.” He said. 

“How did you stay sane?” She asked leaning closer. I was confused as to who she was or what her and Spencer’s past connection was. Her case was before I was even on the team. I had only joined three years ago and Spencer and I have only been together for two. 

“A brain like yours needs stimulation in such a gray place.” She said. 

“I worked in the laundry room and I played chess.” He answered. 

“That’s three, maybe four hours, tops. What about the other twenty?” She asked. 

“I read.” He answered. 

“That’s still not enough. You have to… go someplace. Up here.” She said looking at me for a split second. 

“Or else you go crazy.” She said with a slight laugh. 

“Do you want to see where I go? I’ll show you. Com here.” She said, motioning him to come closer. Spencer leaned in closer and she went to touch his face. 

“No touching.” I said and she stopped. Spencer looked at me then back at her and she smirked at me. 

“Close your eyes.” She said and moved his eyes to close them. 

“Good. Now keep them shut. Sit back and relax.” She said leaning back in her chair. Spencer also leaned back. 

“Now, when you open your eyes, I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three month.” She said and my heart clenched at this. She looked at me and smirked then looked back at him. 

“Now… Open.” She said and he did. 

“Hello Cat.” He said with a smile. 

“You’re here!” She giggled. 

“You’re really here.” She said. 

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” Spencer said and I took a deep breath, this is what he needs to do to get the information. 

“You’re good at this. You’re so good at this, I almost believe you don’t want to kill me.” She said crossing her arms. 

“I don’t want to kill you.” He said. 

“No?” She asked. 

“No.” He said, shaking his head.  

“What if I let your Mother die? Then would you kill me? Or would you just… hurt me? Would you pin me down and leave bruises that don’t go away?” She asked with a very sexual tone. 

“Is that what you want?” He asked and my eyes widened slightly.  

“I guess I just want to know if you would.” She said and glanced at me with a smirk. 

“If you could.” She said looking back at him.

“No.” He said. 

“No?” She asked. 

“That’s not the kind of man I am.” He said. 

“Do me a favor and tell your girlfriend over there to step aside, because we’re gonna play another game. And this time, we’re going to find out exactly what kind of man you are. I’m sure she’ll love to watch that.” She said. Spencer looked over at me and gave me a nod. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Spencer alone with her, but I left anyway and she gave me a wave goodbye. I was now watching from behind the glass, luckily I could still hear them. 

“Let’s play.” He said.

“Let’s!” She said excitedly.

“Are you hungry?” She asked him. 

“No.” He answered. 

“Me neither.” She said. 

“So, the same game as last time?” He asked leaning back in the chair. 

“I answer every question you ask honestly?” He asked.

“No, this time you get to ask the questions.” She said. 

“About what?” He asked. 

“Well, I know a secret. About you. And you can ask me as many questions as you like to figure it out. But you only get one guess as to what it is.” She said leaning forward. 

“Now, guess correctly, I take your phone, I call our friend Lindsey, and I tell her to release your Mother unharmed. If you don't…” She said and put her fingers into a gun shape and stuck it in her mouth. She then mimed like she was getting shot and giggled. 

“Is there a clock?” Spencer asked. 

“There’s always a clock.” She said and put her hand out.

“Give it to me.” She said. Spencer took off his watch and handed it to her. 

“You’ll have four hours.” She said and he went to ask a question, but she stopped him. 

“Not yet.” She said.  

“You have to wait till the second hand comes around.” She said. 

“You want to give me a hint before we start?” Spencer asked. 

“Do I look like a girl that gives hints?” She asked. 

“Actually you do.” He said.

“Okay, how about this? It’s a secret you’ll never admit to.” She said and I furrowed my brow. 

“Go.” She said. It’s been half an hour, I told the team that we had four hours to find Diana or she’s dead. 

“I know what the secret is.” Spencer said. 

“You do?” She asked. 

“Why else would you put me through all this?” He asked. 

“Ooo. Phrasing it in the form of a question. That way it doesn’t count as a guess. Very smart, Doctor.” She said. 

“I’m gonna walk you through a scenario and your face is gonna tell me how close I am.” He said. 

“From the moment I arrested you, you watched and waited for the right time to take your revenge. When you learned I was going to Mexico, you took it. You and Lindsey framed me for murder so I’d be in prison and treated like a criminal, and then you kidnapped my Mother so I would know how it feels to have a parent manipulated, because you wanted to prove that you and I are the same. Am I right?” He asked and she yawned. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold that in any longer. What were you saying?” She asked. 

“Psychopaths get bored easily.” He said. 

“You’re right. Let’s speed this up.” She said getting up. 

“Shall we?” She asked and sat on his lap. Jealousy raged through my body, but I kept watching. 

“Why don’t you think about all the pain you’ve suffered in your life. What would I capitalize on, do you think? Is it the death of your mentor, SSA Jason Gideon? ” She asked while touching his chest and face. 

“No. Because we caught the man who killed him.” Spencer said. 

“What about Agent Morgan? And your guilt over not visiting his little boy.” She said. 

“I was in prison.” He said. 

“Yeah, but you had time before that.” She said moving her face closer to his. I was feeling so uncomfortable and jealous, but I had to stay perfectional and Spencer was just playing into her fantasies to get what we needed, right? 

“Why didn’t you go?” She asked. 

“Truthfully, I got distracted. I was trying to figure out a way to help my Mom. She didn’t have time. Morgan, Savannah, and little Bobby did. So there’s absolutely no shame in admitting that. Morgan would understand.” He answered as she nipped at his ear. That wasn't Morgan's son… 

“I agree. That’s why that’s not the secret.” She whispered and got off him. He looked back at me and I smiled. 

“Good job baby.” I said and pulled out my phone. 

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Rossi answered. 

“So Cat has deep background on Spence. She knew about Gideon’s death and Morgan leaving the team for his family.” I said. 

“She’s throwing him off-balance.” He said. 

“Yeah, but Spence also purposely gave the wrong name of Morgan’s son, and she didn’t correct him.” I said. 

“She must have gotten her hands on Reid’s confidential FBI file. It would mention relevant team information but wouldn’t name Morgan’s baby because of confidentiality reasons.” Emily said. 

“We were thinking she’s been getting help from someone inside the prison. This goes deeper than that.” Rossi said. 

“I’ll keep you guys updated.” I said and hung up. 

“Working deductively, the secret wouldn’t be any of the topics you’ve already volunteered, because you wouldn’t want to make it that easy on me.” Spencer said after a few minutes of silence. 

“Genius, truly.” Cat said, playing with his watch. 

“So what is left that I wouldn’t want to admit?” He asked and they stared at each other in silence for a moment. 

“Love.” Spencer finally said and my eyes widened. My heart rate picked up and I gulped. Cat stopped playing with his watch and just stared at him. 

“Is that what this is all about, love?” He asked leaning forward. 

“For my Mother?” He asked and she just stared. 

“No. For you.” He said and I felt a pain in my chest. 

“You want me to admit that I am actually in love with you.” He said. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my fairy tales, clearly, as much as the next girl, but I’m not delusional.” She said. 

“Are you sure about that?” He asked. 

“Very sure. So sure, in fact, that I had Lindsey leave a clue for you in your little scrapbook in your house.” She said with a smirk. XX-XY. 

“I couldn’t have you come all the way down here and make a guess until I was positive. That is…” She said looking down at her stomach and my eyes widened. 

“Until I tested positive.” She said placing her hands on her stomach. 

“What, you’re pregnant?” Spencer asked. 

“We’re pregnant.” She said and it felt like my heart leaped out of my chest. No. No it couldn’t be possible… 

“No.” Spencer said, shaking his head. 

“Oh, yes. Mazel tov.” She said. I needed to know. The team needed to know. I asked one of the guards for her records and waited for them. 

“Here you are ma’am.” A guard said, handing me the files. 

“Thank you.” I said and immediately checked them. She was pregnant. Her due date was November 15th 2017… I looked up in complete shock. 

“It’s not possible. Even if you are pregnant, the baby’s not mine.” Spencer said, now standing. 

“Except for the part where it is.” She said. 

“That’s completely preposterous. You’ve been in prison.” He said sitting back down. 

“So have you.” She said. 

“And we’ve never had-”

“I know. We’ve never…” She said. 

“Ask me how I did it. Come on, ask me.” She said. 

“Ask her…” I whispered. 

“How did you do it?” He asked. 

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” She said with a little laugh. 

“What, did she pretend to be you?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“Why, would that have worked?” She asked. 

“No.” He answered leaning closer to her. 

“Yeah, I know, I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid hot or not list.” She said. 

“So you told her to pretend to be Y/N.” He said. 

“No. I told her to pretend to be Maeve.” She said and my eyes widened.

“Maeve Donovan. The love of your life.” He said and my heart broke. I knew Spencer loved her at one point, she was his first and she was taken from him. But when we met he said he was over her, that it was in the past… 

“Who had her brains blown out right in front of you before you two could even kiss. So dark… Yet, so useful.” She said. 

“You’re lying.” He said, slightly shaking his head. 

“Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Spencer, Spencer… Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Come here. Shh. You want this. It’s okay. You want this.” She said in a soft voice. 

“It didn’t happen.” Spencer said. 

“Hey, I was thinking, if it’s a boy, we should definitely call him Spencie junior.” She said and spencer got up to leave. 

“But if it’s a girl, I think we should call her Maeve.” She said and Spencer walked out. 

“I mean, after all she played such a huge role in her own conception.” She said and Spencer stood next to me. 

“Spence, we might have something.” I said and he took the files from me. 

“She’s three months.” I said and Spencer threw the files at the window. 

“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” He said and I nodded. 

“I just need a minute.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“Is she right?” I asked quietly and he turned to look at me. 

“What?” He asked. 

“That Maeve is the love of your life?” I asked. I knew I should wait, Spencer had so much to deal with right now, but I needed to know. I needed to know if our whole relationship was just a lie for him to get over Maeve, or if it was real. 

“I told you about this already.” He said and I nodded. 

“But are we just together because you can’t be with her?” I asked and he looked at me with wide eyes. 

“No, no of course not!” He said, but a part of me didn’t believe him. 

“I don’t believe you Spencer…” I said. 

“Now’s not the time for this!” He shouted and I flinched. Spencer has never raised his voice before. 

“I’m gonna go call the team…” I said and walked off. I took out my phone to call the team, but my phone rang first.

“Y/N, you there?” Emily asked when I picked up. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” I said trying to compose myself. 

“So far we don’t have anything on the prison employees. Somebody in there is helping her, but nobody jumps out as the obvious culprit, and it doesn’t help that they’re blocking us at every turn.” Luke said. 

“We have something, but, uh, it’s out there.” Tara said. 

“I’ll take out there.” Emily said. 

“The gun store owner was more of a libertarian than you would think. He talked about how he never judged his customers or who they love.” Walker said. 

“That’s weird.” JJ said. 

“Yeah, not as weird as when he mentioned Obergefell.” Tara said. 

“The supreme court decision that legalized gay marriage.” Emily said. 

“You said we were missing something in the relationship between these two women. What if it’s this?” Walker said. 

“The risks that Lindsey’s taking, the bond she has with Cat, it’s not professional. It’s romantic.” Tara said. 

“This casts a big shadow over Lindsey’s next move. By exposing their plan to us, she knows there’s no happy ending, no future with Cat.” Walker said. 

“And she’s going to take Reid’s Mother with her. And that’s the ultimate act of revenge against the guy who took her lover away.” JJ said. 

“Y/N, what do you have?” Emily asked. 

“Can you take me off speaker?” I asked. 

“Okay, it’s just us now.” She said. 

“Cat is three months pregant and she’s claiming it’s Reid’s…” I said. 

“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding?” She asked. 

“Well, here’s where it gets tricky. Do we believe her or not?” I asked. 

“On the one hand, getting pregnant is a power control move straight out of the female psychopath handbook. On the other hand-”

“If her story is true, it meant she sent her lesbian lover down to Mexico to get Reid to- Ugh.” Emily said, finishing my thought. 

“Yeah… Either way, she is pregnant. I just refuse to believe it belongs to Spence…” I said choking up a little. 

“It could be the person inside the prison who’s been helping her. Getting pregnant serves two purposes- Gasslighting Reid and emotional blackmail against that employee.” She said. 

“Yeah, but, Emily, we don’t know who that guy is yet. And Luke and Rossi aren’t going to in the time we have left.” I said.

“Y/N, I gotta call you back.” She said and hung up. I sighed and walked back to Spencer, he had gone back inside. 

“Let’s pretend you’re telling the truth. That means I guessed it, right? The secret, the one I don’t want to admit to? It’s my child?” Spencer said. 

“Is that your guess? You only get one, remember?” Cat asked.

“No. it’s too easy.” He said. 

“Believe me, getting pregnant with your baby was not easy.” She said. 

“You misunderstand. It’s too easy emotionally. Because I can take your child from you. The child I had absolutely no role in creating, but a child that I would care for better than you.” He said and I gulped. 

“That’s rude.” She said. 

“It’s true. You can’t be a Mother, Cat. I’m not trying to insult you. It’s your psychological makeup. You literally do not have the emotional skills to care for another human being. You’d lose interest in your own baby the way a six year old loses interest in a pet hamster. This baby is simply a means to an end, which is to keep me here playing your game, guessing like a fool, assuming something I never should have assumed in the first place.” He said. 

“And what would that be?” She asked. 

“My Mother’s already dead.” He said and I shook my head. No. That can’t be right. 

“She was dead before I walked in here.” He said. 

“She’s not dead.” Cat shook her head. 

“Yes she is.” Spencer said getting up. 

“No, because that would be cheating and I don’t cheat! You cheat!” She said. 

“I’m done playing.” Spencer said. 

“Get back here!” She said. 

“Goodbye, Cat.” He said opening the door. 

“I’ll let you talk to her!” She said which made him stop in the doorway. He looked at me and I looked at him in shock. He smiled and walked back in. I quickly called Garcia. 

“Yes, I’m here.” She answered. 

“Garcia, get ready to trace a call on Spence’s phone.” I said. 

“Fired up, plugged in. Ready to go.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she called Lindsey. 

“You’re early.” Lindsey answered. 

“Yeah, I know.” Cat said. 

“Did he guess?” She asked. 

“No, not yet. We need proof of life.” Cat said. 

“Alright. Hold on.” She said. 

“Spencer!” Diana said scared, only a moment later. Spencer grabbed the phone out of Cat’s hand so fast. 

“Mom! Mom, are you okay?” He asked. 

“I don’t… know.” She answered and then there was a gunshot. 

“Mom!” Spencer called. 

“Gotta go.” Lindsey said and hung up. 

“Mom! What the hell was that?” Spencer asked and I quickly rushed inside.

“I don’t know.” Cat answered. 

“Spence…” I said trying to calm him. 

“Lindsey said you were early. Was that a signal?” He asked. 

“No.” She answered and Spencer slammed the table. 

“Was that a prearranged signal to kill my Mother!?” He shouted. 

“No!” She shouted. 

“Spencer-” 

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted. 

“I am!” She shouted back. 

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted again. 

“I am!” She shouted back.

“You wanna know the truth? Your Mother is an alzheimer’s-ridden moron who’s getting dumber day by day, and if she’s dead, it’s your fault.” Cat said. Spencer shoved the table away and grabbed Cat. He shoved her up against the wall and wrapped his hands around her neck. 

“Spence!” I shouted and tried to pull him off her. 

“I’m going to kill you.” He whispered to her. 

“Spence!” 

“I’m going to kill you.” He said again. 

“Spence, she’s pregnant. She’s pregnant Spencer! Stop it! Come on!” I said and finally pulled him off her. 

“Come on.” I said and pushed him to the other side of the room. He walked out. I made sure she was alright and ignored her teasing comments about how she was having his baby and how I was protecting their baby. 

“How does it feel knowing he really only loves Maeve and you’re just her replacement?” She asked and I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. My phone rang and it was Garcia. She told me about what the explosion was. I walked into the hall where Spencer was sitting with his head against his knee. 

“Richmond County police just reported a gas station explosion. One victim, a male. Whatever Lindsey did, we have to assume your Mom’s still alive.” I said and he just looked up at me. 

“Hey.” I said and sat down next to him. 

“I’m really scared this is who I am now.” He said. 

“No, don’t say that.” I said. 

“Y-Y/N, you don’t know…” He trailed off. 

“I do know. I know two inmates, Frazier and Duerson, killed your friend Delgado in front of you. And I know they wanted you to move their heroin, and I also know that if you didn't you would have been next, right?” I asked and he looked down at the floor in shame. He nodded, but still didn’t look at me. 

“Spence, anyone in your spot would have done the same thing.” I said. 

“You wouldn’t have.” He said. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I would have, Spence. Because if someone was threatening my life, You bet your ass I would. I would do it a million times if it meant I got to eventually come home to you. It doesn’t make you a bad person.” I said and he looked at me for a second before looking back down. 

“Because you know who does think like that, that- that doing what you had to do to survive somehow makes you a psychopath? She does.” I said and realization hit me. I looked over at Spencer and he had the same look on his face. 

“She does. She does. Because she- she knows.” I said quietly. 

“That’s the secret.” He said getting up. 

“What I don’t want to admit about myself.” He said and I got up as well. 

“Hold on, let’s play this out, because she will not lose to you twice. She already said that this wasn’t about you two being the same.” I said. 

“And she’s all about the game. She thinks that I cheated last time because I lied about her dad, so it’s integral to her that she beats me by following the rules.” He said. 

“Yeah, but, Spence, she controls the rules, and she will change them to ensure that she wins.” I said.

“Which means that I’m locked in.” He said. 

“Like she is.” I said. 

“And she needs me locked in, playing by her rules a game I can’t win, so she-” He cut himself off and looked at me. 

“I got it.” He said and went to turn around, but I stopped him.

“Wait.” I said and he turned back to me. 

“I’m sorry…” I said and he looked at me confused. 

“For before, I shouldn’t let her get in my head.” I said and he pulled me to him. 

“Y/N, I love you, but we both know that there will alway still be some love for Maeve in my heart. That doesn’t mean that you’re a rebound or that I’m using you as a way to replace Maeve, because I’m not. I love you. Everything we have together, is real.” He said and I looked up at him. I pulled him down for a kiss and put all the love I have for this man in it. We pulled away and we were both smiling. I was on the phone calling the team to get everything ready.

“Let’s get your Mom back.” I whispered and he nodded. Spencer Walked back inside and Cat was sitting down playing with his watch again. 

“Guess that’s one way to get you to put your hands on me.” She said. 

“Dance with me.” He said and she looked up at him. 

“Why?” She asked. 

“Because I don’t want the people watching us to hear what I’m going to say next.” He said and offered her his hand. They started dancing. 

“You guys got this up?” I asked. 

“Streaming now.” Garcia said. 

“Okay, uh, listen, you’re gonna hear a lot of weird stuff, like Spence saying he is the Father of Cat’s baby. Don’t let that distract you.” I said. 

“I’m sorry. Full stop. Why would he say he’s the Father-”

“Quiet.” Emily said cutting Garcia off. 

“You had eyes on me while I was in prison, didn’t you?” Spencer asked. 

“Spencie, don’t ruin the moment.” Cat said. 

“I don’t want to, but I’m on the clock. Answer my question. Am I right?” He asked. 

“Yes, you’re right. I wanted to make sure things were just as uncomfortable for you as they were for me.” She answered. 

“That’s what we missed, the inside man that’s been helping them.” Luke said. 

“He didn’t just work at Cat’s prison, he worked at hers and Reid’s.” Rossi said. 

“Garcia, look for any overlap.” Emily said. 

“Compiling now.” Garcia said. 

“Here’s something. Lionel Wilkins. He worked at both Mount Pleasant and The Millburn Correctional Facility.” She said. 

“Okay look, this guy could have gotten her pregnant, but there’s no way he could have gotten his hand on Reid’s file.” JJ said. 

“Well, not directly. He could have called in a favor from a friend at the bureau.” Walker said. 

“So someone must have wanted to screw us this whole time.” Tara said. 

“Someone who’s not gonna work for the bureau much longer.” Emily said. 

“That’s how you timed everything so perfectly. Like sending my Mom and Lindsey to visit me when I thought was at my lowest.” He said. 

“Thought? You sure you weren’t?” She asked. 

“No, I wasn’t. Because I didn’t feel bad. I felt scared. At how much I enjoyed poisoning the other prisoners. I had a hundred ways of getting myself out of that situation, and I picked the one that would cause them the most pain.” He said. 

“Well, look at that. You might end up saving your Mother’s life after all.” She said. 

“Okay, Lionel Wilkins’ primary residence is in Fall Church, but I also have a second address. Uh, it’s a cabin off of the Rappahannock River.” Garcia said. 

“Well the cabin is in Lindsey’s zone based on the gas station.” Walker said. 

“Helos are on the roof warming up. Let’s go.” Emily said and hung up. 

“They won’t get there in time. They must be on their way, right?” Cat asked. 

“Your team is too good to wait around, but, you know me. I always have a contingency plan. So, they’re walking into a trap. And the only way out is if you give me your phone and your guess, right now.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she sat down. 

“When we first sat down, you said you were going to show me what kind of man I am. And you have.” He said, sitting on the corner of the table.

“Every time I touch this, you’re getting warmer.” Cat said.Garcia was calling Emily to facetime her so she could show Lindsey everything. 

“At first I was furious, because the secret had to be the baby inside you. How could it be anything else? But then I realized that somehow, you knew I liked hurting those men. But now I know it’s both things.” Spencer said. 

“So which is it, Spence? Come on. Don’t fumble it now. You’re at the one-yard line.” Cat said. 

“You’re not pregnant with my child. You got pregnant with Wilkins to put me in as compromised a position as possible. But it should be mine. I wish it were mine. Because you and I… We deserve each other. That is the real secret.” He said and she pressed the call button. 

“Kill her.” Cat said. 

“Lindsey, I said-” She said getting up, but stopped talking. Cat looked at the camera and glared slightly. 

“Lindsey, sweetheart, it’s complicated, okay?” She said. 

“Y/N, we got her.” Emily said. 

“We’re clear.” I said walking into the room and Cat hung up. Spencer took his phone and turned back to me. 

“Is my Mom okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, she’s fine.” I answered with a smile. 

“We do deserve each other, by the way. You guessed right.” Cat said sitting back down. 

“You lied, by the way. You were going to kill my Mother regardless.” He said. 

“Yeah, I think you really liked hurting those men. And once you cross that line, you can’t ever go back.” She said. Spencer walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He took his watch back and looked her right in the eyes. 

“Watch me.” He whispered and we left. We went back to the office and Spencer was so excited to see his mother again. We walked out of the elevator and the team with his Mother, she looked uncomfortable. 

“Spencer’s here.” Emily whispered. Diana looked over at him and they both went to hug each other. 

“Hi, Mom.” He said holding her close. 

“Don’t leave me. Every again.” She pulled away to say. 

“I won’t.” He said and I smiled at them. They pulled apart again and Spencer smiled at me. 

“Y/N! You should come visit more.” His Mother said and came to hug me. I hugged her back and laughed slightly. 

“I will, I promise.” I said. We pulled apart and we went back to his apartment. Everything was going to be okay. 

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Episode 3 --Curiosity kills the cat. Ga On roams around the quiet mansion that belongs to Kang Yohan and is shocked to learn about his dark past.

Ga On gets treated by Yohan, Yohan’s own case gets investigated.

Kim Ga On saved Kang Yo Han from a bombing incident. In return, Kang Yo Han took good care of him. He also let the young judge stay in his house for days to get treated before going back to the court.

Meanwhile, after the unexpected incident in his office, there’s an ongoing investigation taking place and the news are reporting about the shocking bomb going off in a judge’s office goes live on tv. Since the incident, Yohan goes out of the building and reports back to the journalists and reporters that he’s doing alright, also says thanks for the public’s concern. While the investigation is ongoing, Yohan reported that the culprit hasnt been concluded yet and there’s a possibility that its from the other side of the court who became upset with the live show. He promises the public that the live show will still go on despite the cowardly terror act done to him. As he met Sun A at the President’s hallway he describes the incident as something not that grand enough to kill someone but it couldnt be ignored either. It was meant as a warning. Sun A mentions that Yohan has figured it out very quickly.

After facing the press, Soohyun visited Yohan and asks how Gaon is and where he is. Yohan does not disclose his location with a reasonable answer as there could be another attack. Yohan reminds Soohyun as a cop to catch the culprit and to give her his trust to treat Gaon.

While Ga On was personally being treated by Yohan, Yohan sees a old tattoo on his back. Yohan ask what it is and Ga On defended himself mentioning that it was a immature act. He continues to point out that Yohan is an old fart and judges people without really knowing them. While Ga On is in recovery mode, Yohan brings in a substitute judge named Judge Jung Inseok.

Lieutenant Soohyun continuously checks the CCTV. One of her colleagues makes a comment assuming that its not someone from the outside but from the inside. The colleague then thinks that maybe one of the judges has a grudge against him because he’s doing too well. As the day passes, Yohan visits the same man they investigated. He was the person who placed the bomb inside his office. He confessed that someone from the foundation wants it done. Soohyun also gets a call from Ga On. She also finds out that Ga On is resting at Yohan’s place and she gets surprised.

SRF creates Dream Home project for the poor

CSR Foundation’s Chairman makes a huge announcement on the billboard screens of South Korea. Its a Dream Home project that involves free health care and free housing for the poor. He also pleads people for help to make this dream become a reality. All players of this project will hugely benefit from this: The president’s ratings will rise, Chairman Seo doing this for the sake of the greater good, also the Chairmans of People Media Group and Minbo Group’s foreign investments will become alot better.

Yo Han puts Lee Young Min in court

Minister Cha Kyung Hee (Jang Young Nam) was surprised when Kang Yo Han announced who his next defendant would be in the next trial. It was her one and only son, Lee Young Min (Moon Dong Hyeok).

If he places the Minister of Justice’s son on trial, he didn’t care as everyone is equal before the law. To Yohan, everyone is only a defendant. That makes Cha furious. He then makes a final statement and compares them to a dog. Cha also makes sure that there would be no trial. She barges in the President’s office and sees Yohan there talking with him. Yohan tells her that they should separate personal and work feelings. As Yohan put it being the case should not be ignored, the President talks about the case to Cha and SunA. He says that there’s a petition with the topic of finding out who’s behind the attack against Judge Kang. A million has signed it and if they mess with Yohan, they mess with the people. Cha gives her statement that she will take care of it as she understands why the government cannot interfere.

We’re also informed that Youngmin has a anger management issue. He also had a case with a restaurant by attacking the staffs due to his car parking.

Youngmin’s trial

The trial starts and Judge Yohan informs the audience that Ga On is in recovery and warns them that someone is stopping them with this trial and it’s only the public who has the right to do so. The trial’s subject is introduced: The defendant has committed verbal and physical assault against 3 people: server, chef and a part time staff. There’s staff members who has settled but there’s 1 who hasn’t and Yohan has pointed that out to the prosecutor. The witness is revealed as Kim Sunghoon. Sunghoon came to the stand and confessed that he doesnt want the defendant to be punished. He also looks apprehensive saying his statement.

Yohan commented that he made a petition many times to the court to severely punish the defendant. So why did he change his mind now? He says that he wanted to end it all. Flashback of the owner informing him that the building where the restaurant is located is being sold. The building has been sold to a company. Could it be Youngmin’s company? They’re also going to tear it down and the lot would be left empty. Then once their contract is up theyll leave. Witness also added that he didnt get severely injured so he just let it slide. The prosecutors decided to force withdrawal to all charges,which made Ga On pissed (especially after the car incident he saw previously). Lee also asked permission from Judge Yohan if he could speak, he bowed and apologized (insincerely) to the witness which made the crowd uproar.  Ga On knows its fake especially after that car accident he saw of him driving madly. The same kind of insincere bow was made. Judge Yohan observes that something is off. He then pointed out on cases where the same crime has been constantly repeated. Yohan asked the prosecutor how many times did the defendant assaulted someone and settled. Judge Oh mentioned that he did it 12 times in total.

Yohan asked the audience if Lee’s face seemed familiar and the crew production zoomed in on his face. Yohan added that the audience can send a video to the court (someone can send in a evidence for the case). Then the poor man from the last ep that got assaulted by Lee is shown watching the live court show on a tv while working. A videocall comes in and its a woman who works as parttime at a department store parking lot. She tells a story of how he kept complaining about congestion and kicked an attendant. The store she works at tells her to let it go because he’s a VVIP costumer. Then another videocall comes in. A restaurant staff mentions that he’s a regular at their place. He complaints how Lee beats someone everytime he visits. More videocalls come in from different witnesses. Ga On watching from the mansion thinks if this is the reason why he wants the court to be a live show. For more witnesses.

The case is resulted to habitual assault. The trial will also continue and the first witness’ case will also be put onto trial.

Ga On gets curious about Yo Han's life

Days after the incident, Ga On started to recover from the wounds.He starts to get bored staying all day in Kang Yo Han's room and roamed around the big mansion.

He got curious about the locked door in the middle of the hallway. He was determined to open, then the nanny opened it without knowing that he’s sneaking at the corner.

The lady entered the room but forgot to close the wooden door, Kim Ga On was quick to sneak in and became more puzzled by what he saw.

The nanny was talking to a portrait in front of her and kept mentioning about the man named Isaac. According to her, Isaac was the real owner of the mansion and not Yohan. This gave Ga On more hints about Kang Yo Han's real identity.

Then, Ga On trespassed one of the rooms inside the mansion after the live court and accidentally found Yo Han's old room, located in the basement. He found a photo of a man who resembles him. Suddenly, the nanny got inside and mentioned about Kang Yo Han's past life.

Ga On was shocked about the revelation that Yohan was adopted and abused by Isaac's father. Yohan also lived at the mansion’s basement. He is a abandoned child. The nanny also mentioned how Ga On resembles Isaac alot. Flashback of Isaac taking care of Yohan and giving him legal related books. Ga On thinks that the nanny suspects Yohan killing Isaac, which makes him become the heir. Goes to show back then that Yohan is capable of doing something terrible. The nanny gave out examples of him doing those terrible deeds. She also added that Yohan is a survivor of a fire accident and it happened 1 month after the Chairman died, Isaac also died from that incident.

With the new information he got from the nanny, Ga On became more interested about Yohan.

Whoa there, Yohan is quite a dark person isn’t he?

[jeongyunhoed]

A year after the events of Past-Present-Future, Lee Mirae, Choi San, and Jeong Yunho receive a mysterious envelope containing photos and notes about the deaths of several individuals. The deeper they go into the case, they find that the entertainment industry hides a very dark secret.

Group: ATEEZ Pairing: Yunho/OC Genres: It’s a little bit of: adventure, romance, mystery, crime, fantasy, action. Things to note: It also features mentions of other idols/artists: Junhong (Zelo), Dean, Chanyeol, Enhypen etc.

Superpowers AU if it wasn’t obvious as well.

T/W: Themes of death, violence, demons, cults, blood, use of weapons and/or firearms, use of drugs (both recreational and medical), implied/referenced assault, implied/referenced suicide, cussing

A/N: So, because of the flow of the story so far, things might end in less than 10 chapters. Sorry it took me a while to finish this. I was in a bit of a rut but as of a few weeks ago, I’ve come back from it but I’m still just swamped with work so yeah.

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Chapter 6

Mirae opened her eyes, immediately feeling the cold concrete on her cheek as she sat up. Everything had been a blur, and as she looked around, she had no idea where she was. A cold gust of air hit her face, making her realize where she really was. There were small shelves upon shelves full of bags of the same gold powder she stole from the entertainment agency. But in front of her was a door she knew was thick, similar to the doors of vaults in banks. 

She was in the store room. The store room that was full of the drugs Madame Seo supplied to the men who were involved in the deaths of people in the entertainment industry including a police officer. Madame Seo, who commanded an idol group and fashion boutique staff that turned out to be anything but human. Mirae cleared her throat, suddenly feeling a tightness around her neck.

There was a device attached to her neck and she immediately knew it was those collars. The collars developed by the Kang family, the collars that were designed specifically for mutants. A collar she knew very well that produced electric shocks whenever she used her powers. Mirae sighed and reached into her jacket pockets. Her staff was nowhere in sight, likely thrown away by the idol group that took her. The belt Junhong gave her with the truth serum and the disks were also gone. All she had with her was a deck of cards. 

Feeling the exposed parts of her neck, where the boy in blue struck her, the cut had healed. She wondered where Yunho was, where San was, where everyone was and if they could find her. Mirae got up on her feet and approached the door for a sign of where she really was. She shuddered when she felt another cold gust of wind, only realizing that she was in a refrigerated store room. 

She looked up at the corners of the room for a sign of security cameras. There seemed to be none, but she knew she couldn’t be too sure there wasn’t any. She rubbed the fog off the small window and saw two large men playing cards on a nearby table. Mirae looked around the shelves and corners of the room for the cameras, eventually spotting a tiny camera wired into the wall disguised as one of the screws on the reinforced steel. 

Mirae saw the door on the other side open, and she saw a woman wearing a black shawl over her head, but was dressed elegantly. She immediately noticed the faint black leopard print on her skirt and it reminded her of the leopard-themed fashion boutique and what Wooyoung had seen. Behind her was the idol group. They were coming towards the room. 

“Is she awake?” Mirae heard the woman ask. 

“Haven’t heard a peep from the room, she probably isn’t,” A man replied. 

“I haven’t fed in hours,” She heard one of the boys say. “Why don’t we just feed from her?” 

“Hush, my darling Niki, I told you, her blood is not for the taking. She is valuable to us, to what we’re about to accomplish tonight,” The woman replied in a honeyed voice. 

The door of the room suddenly opened, making Mirae back away, the woman and the boys all looking at her with amused expressions. “The soul-taker is awake and kicking,” Mirae could tell the woman was smiling. “I wouldn’t use your powers if I were you.” 

“I’ve worn these before, if you didn’t know, Madame Seo,” She said. 

“Oh I know you have. Yeosang keeps the plans and inventions of his grandchildren, especially the anti-mutant ones,” The woman said. “I’m not here to kill you, but I am here to remind you how painful it would be if you tried to escape.” 

“I won’t be alone, you know, there will be people coming for me,” Mirae replied. 

The woman laughed, and the boys behind her were chuckling. “That’s what you think, and that is what I am expecting. Lee Mirae, the assassin, the martyr, the heroine, which one is it? I can sense how desperate you must be to act like one, but which one it is, remains to be seen,” she said. 

“Neither, I’m not those things,” Mirae replied. 

“No wonder Yeosang has such a fondness for you,” Madame Seo commented, and Mirae could sense a tinge of annoyance in her tone. “He knows what he’s dealing with, you’re exactly his type.” 

“How would you know?” 

Madame Seo smirked as she lifted the shawl over her head and Mirae could see that her eyes were different. It was like a cat’s, a bright yellow, almost glowing. “I know because I know Yeosang, surely you probably knew how...fond he is for you? I can read his mind like an open book.” 

“Yeah? Can you read his mind now?” Mirae glanced at the boys. She hoped Yunho would know where she was. 

The woman turned to the idol group. “Boys, prepare for your television special, zero mistakes from all of you,” She said. 

“Yes, mother,” They turned to leave, noticing a man who was waiting for them. He looked especially uncomfortable. 

Madame Seo turned back to Mirae. “Make yourself comfortable here, you’ll most certainly have to be,” She put the shawl back over her face and walked off, the door closing behind her. 

Mirae watched the woman walk off, trying to look at every detail of what everything outside the room looked like. She could only hope Yunho could hear her. Smoke was suddenly filling the room, making her look up. It was coming from tiny holes where she remembered some cameras were hooked up to. She covered her nose with her jacket, pounding her fists on the door to get out. The closer she looked, Mirae noticed that the smoke appeared to be...glittering. She took out a card and her eyes and fingertips glowed red. 

Mirae felt the surges of electricity course through her body the more she charged the card she was holding, making her stagger and fall over. “Come on, come on,” She muttered, trying to withstand the pain and holding her breath to keep herself from inhaling the fumes. She covered her nose in time for her to throw the card, causing it to explode when it hit the door. It only caused a dark patch. She felt something drop on her hand. It was blood. Her nose began to bleed. 

She took out another card, her eyes glowing again as she charged the card with all the energy she could give. The shocks seem to get even more painful the more she held on until she threw the card again. The card hit the same spot on the door, causing a dent. More blood dripped down to her top. Mirae could feel her energy wane as she took out another card, the fumes getting thicker. 

Mirae groaned in pain as she charged the card again and throwing it as far as she could, aiming for any part of the door. The door had broken down, making the two men stand up. She got back on her feet, feeling her energy return as she charged towards the two men, knocking them down with a few maneuvers. There was blood on the corners of her mouth and dried blood from her nose. She needed to get out, wherever she was. She also had a bone to pick with Yeosang from what she found out. 

She was already several feet away from the bodies of the two men when she felt ropes latch onto her ankles and making her fall forward. More ropes suddenly latched onto her wrists, keeping her down and making her squirm. Mirae squirmed, trying to break free from the ropes that kept her tied down. One of the boys from the idol group, whose name she remembered was Sunghoon, had materialized out of nowhere. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, if mother hadn’t said you were not to be fed from, I would’ve had you all to myself,” He bent down, stroking her hair. 

“Looks like you’re not so lucky,” Mirae spat. 

Sunghoon smiled. “Look who’s talking,” His pointer finger turned into a talon and he struck the exposed skin of her neck with it. Mirae had gone unconscious again. 

~ 

Yunho froze as they were about to look at the van that Junhong was working on. He could hear Mirae until he couldn’t again. He heard her thoughts for some time, figuring out where she was from what she was mentally describing. “They have Mirae, Madame Seo,” He muttered, making all of them turn to him, including Junhong and Ino. 

“Madame Seo has Mirae hostage?” San asked. 

“Kind of, Ino hyung is right. They’re planning on using Mirae, and those boys, that idol group, are with her. But now I can’t hear her anymore, it’s like she went unconscious again,” Yunho explained. 

“That means she’s definitely being held at that building Wooyoung was talking about,” Hongjoong said, Seonghwa opening all the van doors with a wave of his hand, a look of amazement on his face when it worked. “We have to go in.” 

Yunho sprinted towards the driver’s seat while San got in the passenger seat, the rest of them climbing into the back. “There’s no more time, we have to find them,” He said, starting the vehicle when Junhong tossed the keys to him. 

Thunder began to rumble in the skies and clouds were swirling from a distance. Ino’s expression fell. “Go, all of you,” He said. 

“We will,” Yunho nodded at them before driving away, the rest of them hurriedly fastening their seatbelts. “Let’s hope we’re not too late, if we’re late for something,” He stomped on the gas to drive away from the safehouse. 

He drove in the direction of the city proper again, almost frantically turning corners and swerving lanes. “Calm down, will you?” Hongjoong said from the back. “We can’t die before we get to them.” 

“Sorry, I just keep thinking about Mirae, and what they’re planning to do, and what Ino hyung was saying earlier,” Yunho replied, trying to keep himself together. He was trying his hardest not to be so worried. All sorts of scenarios were coming into his head. What if Mirae was being tortured? What if Mirae was being experimented on? What if Yeosang did something to her? What if Madame Seo had her fed to that idol group that took her? 

“So, it looks like the gang’s back together,” Mingi spoke, breaking the momentary silence that set in. He was opening and closing his lighter, while thinking of the exercises that Junhong put him through. His training was similar to that of Chanyeol’s when he started. 

“Looks like it, yeah,” Jongho glanced at him, staring at the nunchaku in his hand. “Didn’t think we’d be aware enough to go through this too.” 

“But we know better now, it’s a chance for us to do better, do something good instead of all the bad things we’ve done over the years,” Seonghwa chimed in, running his fingers along the string of his bow. “It’s a good thing Mirae knocked us out last year, huh.” 

They nodded, looking down at the weapons they were wielding. Yunho kept driving to the direction Junhong told them before they left and the building Wooyoung had described. A building, in the middle of the city. “Mind if we stop by Kang Tower?” He had an idea. 

San stared at him. “You think that’s where Mirae’s being kept?” 

“No, but I do have a bone to pick with Yeosang, and I know he’s up there somewhere,” Yunho grumbled, making a sharp turn that made everyone at the back fall over. “Not sorry about that at all,” He said, sensing what Hongjoong was going to say. 

San gripped the armrest as Yunho made more turns in the direction of the building. “You think he’s going to talk this time?” 

“Mirae is in danger, of course he’ll talk,” Yunho pointed out, remembering what he heard from her thoughts. He pulled the van up across the street from the building. 

“That’s-we’re at Kang Tower?! Is this the place?!” They heard Wooyoung exclaim from the backseat. 

“No, but I’ve got some business with Yeosang, maybe he’ll talk when there are more of us in the room. If we’re lucky, Mirae might be somewhere in this building too,” Yunho called out, turning off the engine. 

The seven of them got down, the people passing by giving them strange looks, especially at Wooyoung and Hongjoong, whose swords were exposed from under and behind their jackets and at Seonghwa, whose bow and quiver full of arrows were also exposed. “You’ll probably have to teleport us inside,” San muttered as they crossed the street. 

“We don’t have to, remember the elevator?” Yunho raised a brow as they went ahead past the front desk. He still remembered the elevator they rode in when they confronted the Kang family a year ago. “It’s not even dark out here either.” 

They squeezed inside the lift, pressing the few buttons that he knew led to his home. The elevator later opened into one part of Yeosang’s apartment and all of them stepped out, Hongjoong already poised to activate the blades from his sleeves. San was already poised to pull the trigger of his harpoon gun as they crept further into the apartment. 

“Yeosang?” San called out the further they crept into the apartment. 

“I realized it’s almost morning,” Jongho muttered as he saw the clock nearby, making them glance at him. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, I don’t have all morning,” Yunho called out some more. 

Wooyoung looked at the surroundings. “Maybe this is my time to shine,” He said. “Wait for me, I’ll do the checking-” 

“No, I’ve got a problem with him, I’ll do it,” Yunho stopped him and stepped into the dark corner of the hall and vanished. 

“That’s not going to stop me, we need to find Mirae now,” Wooyoung had transformed into a shadow. He slinked along the walls and on the floor, almost leading the way for the rest of them to check. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” 

From the living room was the boy in red that San recognized and immediately pulled the trigger of the harpoon on him. The boy was quick to dodge the arrow coming for him. A boy in pink also appeared in the study. “This is a trap,” He stared, pulling the arrow back to fire at the boy in red again. 

“Kind of late to realize that, isn’t it?” The boy in pink giggled, grabbing Wooyoung’s shadow form by the feet but was kicked away. 

Jongho growled as the spikes from his body began to protrude. “I don’t think our powers can do this,” He groaned from the pain. 

“We have to try,” Seonghwa’s eyes had glowed green, as did his fingertips. He tried to concentrate to knock the two boys in colored tracksuits off of Wooyoung and off of Mingi, who was having trouble taking his lighter out. “I-I don’t think I’m strong enough-” 

“I’ll do it!” Hongjoong sped past the boy in pink, only to be stopped and grabbed at the throat by a boy in orange. 

“Not so fast,” The boy in orange smirked, his eyes turning red. Hongjoong could feel sharp nails digging into his neck as the boy’s hand had transformed into a claw. 

A boy in a purple tracksuit had tackled Seonghwa to the ground, while Jongho tried to charge at the boy in green. “Mutants, more mutants, mother will love this,” The boy in purple hissed. 

“Freaks,” Jongho stabbed the boy in green with the spike from his arm, making him growl. Remembering what Junhong had taught them, Jongho used the spike on his leg to stab the boy some more. “Demon freaks,” With a strike of his nunchaku, the boy in green fell to the floor but quickly grabbed onto Jongho’s ankle, growling as he struck the spike. 

“If this is a trap, where the hell did Yunho end up?!” Mingi groaned as he tried flicking the lighter in his hand while struggling under the grip of the boy in pink.

~ 

Yunho had reappeared in Yeosang’s office. No one was around. He had reappeared earlier in his bedroom, but no sign of him. “Shit,” He grumbled, knocking over the glass nameplate in frustration. 

The door opened and in came the male that he was looking for. “Kind of rude to enter without knocking, isn’t it?” Yeosang asked, only to be pinned against the wall, Yunho’s hand on his throat. 

“Where did they take Mirae? Better tell me now or I get rid of you for good,” Yunho said coldly, rage boiling and bubbling inside him.

Yeosang stared at him. “So you know.” 

“Of course I fucking knew, I was there when those guys took her,” Yunho glared at him. “What does Madame Seo want with her?” 

Yunho’s grip tightened, making him cough. “She wants what Mirae has, she wants her power, she’s an omega-level mutant Yunho, you should’ve known that,” Yeosang spluttered. “But if you must truly know, I didn’t know they would take her, but now they have, I figured it out-” 

“No shit Sherlock, what’s she planning to do with Mirae’s powers? It would be too easy to take them onto herself, wouldn’t it?” Yunho asked, tightening his grip on Yeosang’s throat again. “If Mirae dies for good, her blood is on your hands.” 

“You know something?” Yeosang said, in almost a hiss. “You’re not lying,” His eyes began to turn red and he pushed Yunho away, sending him flying to the other side of the room. “It’s a good thing I was given a hit before coming back in here, I did a few lines of the dust she has given me. And now I see the light that she has been telling me about.” 

Yunho got back up on his feet, taking out one of his sai. “You’re still not telling me what I need to know,” He said, as Yeosang took his walking stick that stood near the door and pulling out a concealed blade from the handle. 

“Fancy a little duel?” Yeosang tried to strike first, only for Yunho to block him off. 

“When it all comes down to it, Mirae would be very disappointed in you,” Yunho matched his strikes, quickly blocking him with every move he made until Yeosang took a chance to get through, the blade scratching his cheek. “She respects you, dare I say even grateful for helping her, and you leave her to die just like that?” He taunted, even as he was unsure of what he was saying. 

“Like that’s going to change anything,” Yeosang said with a sly smile. “Everyone else has to die sometime.” 

Yunho glared at him again, tackling Yeosang to the floor. “Oh really? I know how you feel about her, why else would she be fucking kidnapped when you have something to do with it? Don’t fucking tell me this is just a coincidence.” 

The tip of his sai’s prongs were aimed at Yeosang’s heart as Yunho tried to make him talk. Yeosang only laughed. “Just like her name, Mirae is the future of this planet, she is powerful enough to cause destruction, and cleanse the world in fire.” 

“So that’s what they want, huh,” Yunho grumbled, still glaring at him. “You will lead me to where Mirae is right now.” 

“Like I’d tell you where she is, I don’t even know where she put Mirae, my dear, dear, Mirae,” Yeosang’s eyes were glazed over. “Even if I knew, it’s too late, Yunho, it’s too late for you to make any moves, Mirae is with them, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” 

“You don’t know me,” Yunho hit Yeosang with the handle of his sai knocking him unconscious. He stood up, placing his sai back into his pocket. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate to hear Mirae’s thoughts. He couldn’t. Nothing came to him. 

Yunho was about to return to the dark part of the office when he saw shimmering smoke come from Yeosang. He was exhaling the dust given to him and Yunho stepped back, covering his nose. His eyes widened as Yeosang began to transform, turning into the boy he remembered was wearing a yellow tracksuit. It was the idol that took Mirae when they left Yang Tan’s place, yet his hands looked different. His hands had become claws, with long talons. 

“I could’ve told you it was a trap.” 

Yunho turned around, hearing the voice come from the shelf that was behind Yeosang’s desk. “...Excuse me?” He said. 

“Do you see that bust of Galatea on my desk? Push back the head,” the voice said, although muffled from behind the shelf. 

Yunho noticed the ceramic bust of the woman on the corner and pushed the head back. The bookcase slid open and Yeosang fell over, looking frazzled. “Those boys are insufferable, this was Tom Ford,” He groaned, getting up on his feet and dusting off his suit. Yeosang looked over at the taller male. “You might find it hard to believe-” He was pinned to the bookcase. “I know-” 

“Shut up. You’re going to tell me where Mirae is. Unless I’m talking to one of those guys,” Yunho said, unable to contain his frustration. 

Yeosang stared at him. “You of all people should know I would never do anything to Mirae, contrary to what that fool on the floor has been saying for the past five minutes. And your friends are being ambushed by his group mates in my apartment as we speak.” 

“Where is Mirae, then? We’re all here to look for her, with or without your help, as if you’ve been of any help anyway,” Yunho let go of him. 

Yeosang smoothed the creases on his suit. “As I have said last year, whether or not you trust me is beyond my control, you seem to forget I stand for our kind. They took Mirae somewhere else by now. Possibly at N Tower. It’s easy for them to channel her power from there.” 

“What’s Madame Seo’s plan?” Yunho questioned. 

“She plans to summon Ose from below, and something else, something that isn’t of this world, even from the world below,” Yeosang warned. “If you recall the Seoul attack, how big that was, this would be ten times, a hundred times bigger than that. And she will use Mirae to do it.” 

Yunho stared at him, studying his expression for a tell that would suggest that he was lying. “What are those boys going to do?” He tilted his head to the boy on the floor. “I don’t think it’s something as predictable as hypnotizing everyone else.” 

“No,” Yeosang shook his head. “The tv special they’re about to film tonight is their...ritual. Disguised as a performance. They would be summoning creatures in plain sight, and because they have so many fans. The producers thought the signal from the tv station would boost their summoning even more.” 

Yunho’s hands curled into fists. “You had better be right about this.” 

“I respect Mirae, I would never betray her. You, however, are another story,” Yeosang gave him a look. 

“And yet I decided to help you get out from that bookcase of yours,” Yunho shot back. Without another word, he stepped into the dark part of the office and just as he was about to teleport, Yeosang’s hand was on his shoulder, teleporting them both. 

They had reappeared back in Yeosang’s apartment, where they saw the six other males standing over the unconscious bodies of the boys in the colored tracksuits. “Asshole-” San was about to point his harpoon at Yeosang when Yunho stopped him. “He’s got a lot of explaining to do,” San grumbled. 

“I do. But I should tell you, they probably have Mirae at N Tower. Those boys need to film for their tv special, it’s part of their ritual,” Yeosang explained. 

“How much time do we have?” Hongjoong asked. 

“Given how long Mirae’s been with them, I would say they have until tonight to perform the ritual,” Yeosang replied. 

“How would you know what they do?” Seonghwa spoke. 

“It’s complicated, and quite a long story-” 

“We have the time, if you didn’t notice,” Jongho was glaring at him. 

It was only then that Yeosang noticed the spikes coming from him, immediately sensing an unusual quality about the males standing in front of him. “Ah, I see it now. You’re all one of us.” 

“We figured that out a little late too,” Wooyoung pointed out, while Mingi kept playing with the lighter in his hand. 

Yeosang looked fascinated yet tried to maintain his sternness. “Well then, I do have some explaining.”

[nightswithkookmin]

GOING ON A HIATUS

Thanks to everyone who's taken the time out to read my posts and has enjoyed it so far. It's really been fun and entertaining exchanging thoughts and having these much deeper ship discussions.

I thought this issue was gonna go away but I woke up this morning to more people messaging me about finding my last video analysis on several other platforms without appropriate credit.

But that's not disturbing. The disturbing part is the people sliding into people's DM'S on other platforms to get them to take down my video because they don't want people sharing my content on other platforms as they believe it would only make my blog popular.

For those worried about this whole credit business, thanks for showing this much concern for me? I really appreciate the love and concern if it's from a genuine place of concern. Thank you...

I think some of you already know this by now or might have figured it out, I am a law student, I am very much well aware what is and what isn't within my rights? Lol

I honestly didn't see this whole credit thingy as a big deal. It's not. Not to me. Lol. I repost people's photos without credit too all the time. Often, it's because I don't know who to credit and most time my lazy ass just forgets to. Lol. I think it's normal? It's inconsequential I mean.

The videos I use are usually often water marked by the appropriate owners so I don't go through the hustle of figuring this whole credit business out. If I should decide to come back here again I will check that habit of mine?

While this whole credit business is not a big deal to me, malicious slander and defamation to my character is and I don't take it lightly.

It has been brought to my attention that some Jikookers from Tumblr have since been sliding into people's DM's on other platforms asking them to take down my video and or remove the credit they give to my post.

They are telling people I am problematic, calling me the Taekook Lives of the Jikook community. That I have been spreading lies about Jikook, that the Jikook Tumblr community hates me or something like that and to further caricaturize me and make me appear more evil in order to get people to turn on me and hate me, they make up the most ridiculous lies about me claiming that I believe a notorious serial killer is innocent.

Now I have since deleted my YT account because I don't want my colleagues to find out I am into shipping too lol- shipping is a guilty pleasure of mine and I know how this fandom works unfortunately. I've been a silent part of it since 2014. I mean it's started already. The Doxing and shit.

The original post under which these replies are from couldn't save sadly as my account has been deleted but you can see from my notifications the general feel of what my interests outside shipping looks like.

I am interested in a myriad of topics, from literature, Aliens, writing, Harry Potter, history, activism, advocacy, philosophy, law, politics, NASA, and mystery and murder among other things.

My quora is mostly filled with notifications from my Book community and True crime community and often I do share my thoughts and answer questions with regards to the psychology of murderers, legal evidence, notorious villains in literature- well I guess now you know the kind of lawyer I want to be if and when I'm able to complete law school.

But what has my interest in these topics got to do with Jikook and shipping please?? How does this prove I hate Jikook and spread lies about them?

This Kookie Min Monsta person slipped into someone's DMS and asked the person who had put up my video analysis to take it down or discredit me because to her I am problematic. She is not the only one.

You want so bad to paint me black- no pun intended just to win an argument? You claim I am the evil malicious person here but I am not the one sliding into people's dms trying to take credit away from people for their hardwork, spreading hate and negative energy, making things up to manipulate people's perception of others and get them to hate and turn on them- and all because of A SHIP? Damn. This is pathetic.

Who died and made you the gatekeeper of the jikook shipping community? Honestly antics like these don't work on me try again.

I made a video commentary on my Booktube YT account- yes I am part of the book YouTube community as well sue me or better still slip into their inboxes and tell them I voted for Trump therefore I hate chipmunks.

The commentary I made on YT months ago was when I was in the highs of finding a new passion and it was on Ann Rule's book, The Stranger Besides Me- a true crime novel on Ted Bundy which I found so poorly written that at the end of the book it left with me wondering whether or not Ted Bundy was guilty at all!

The Author's writing style which deviates from most writing styles of True Crime novels I have read gave me trust issues as I stated in the video. It felt more as if she was writing a made up fictional novel than an actual True Crime novel but because she knew Ted Bundy in person she made it seem as if we just had to believe her account.

Then there was this whole thing about the police not being able to match the DNA samples taken from his rape victims, to his own Semen because his Semen was DNAless- in lay man's terms. I'll spare you the technicalities involved.

As I stated in that video, I do believe Ted Bundy was guilty but I do not have much faith in the Judicial system, or criminal procedures or even the Author of that book- a sentiment most people within the true crime community share as well. We just had differing views on whether the writer's style took away from the narrative and waters down on the extent of Bundy's guilt.

We had a Similar conversation about Chris Watt. If the community I was engaging in didn't have a problem with my commentary why do you? Please don't meddle in things you know nothing about. It's embarrassing.

The conversation about whether or not Ted Bundy is innocent is moot but a philosophical one. It has nothing to do with Ted Bundy's guilt but more so the criminal procedures involved in his case and the different accounts that exists surrounding his case.

He was electrocuted, he confessed to his crimes no damn person with brains would think or assume he is innocent and I never said anything of that nature drew any conclusions to that effect.

Besides, I moved on from Ted Bundy a long time ago. Now I am into the Serial Killer who writes death poems and signs it off with drawings of the size of his dick at his crime scenes- mind your own business please or don't and let's have an intellectual discourse about him? Lmho.

I am also into cat memes if you care to know and have a whole IG dedicated to cat memes. I believe human beings are the most dumbest species in all the galaxies and when the Aliens arrive I am snitching.

When my mind is at rest, I often wonder if Aliens have masculinity complex and if they do whether or not their masculinity is contingent on the size of their dicks or whether they have to engage in a battle to the death with an alien grizzly bear to determine who is the man.

I love BTS memes too- a little too much and often end up debating over the internet with random people over whether BTS memes are funnier than cat memes- I'm weird, true. But how does all of that make me a bad person?

It's crazy how these people can go on these other platforms to ask people to take down the credits to my posts as well as my posts itself but can't ask people who run to these other platforms with misinterpretations of my work to take those down.

Instead they come on here to call me out for people's interpretations of my work?? It doesn't work that way. You are the author of your own opinion and interpretation of other people's work. You don't call out the original author for someone's opinion of their work. If that were so I would be emailing Stephanie Meyer for Anna Todd and her After series. Get some education.

I have since blocked this person and others whose Tumblr I have been able to find thanks to all those that's helped me finding them on here.

My gf also tried reaching out to the persons who shared my post after we realised this was becoming an issue and had asked them to credit her or my blog- but honestly I don't care about that yet she won't give it a rest. Lol. My ride or die this one. Sigh.

However, we realized soon that this is not about 'stealing' credit- can't call someone out for not giving credit when I suck at that myself. Lol.

This is about people's malicious intentions and their attempts to silence me and take away my right to freedom of expression however way that they can. This is wrong and evil.

I honestly don't care for all these ship politics these people are engaged in. I've had enough intelligent conversations to know the distinction between arguments that flows from bruised egos and actual conversations around a subject matter.

This whole I am right, she is wrong politics... y'all get that the point of having an opinion is not to be right, right? We all cant have the same perspective and you can't call someone a liar for holding views that is different from yours. That is a bizarre mentality to have.

As I stated in my post, that content I made was a rebuttal to the Taekook theories running around on the internet alleging JK glared at Tae when he pulled on his shoulder because he was jealous Tae and Jin were having fun behind him. He wasn't. He was worried Tae was gonna expose him and JM holding hands behind Suga.

If you don't think they were holding hands then Taekookers were right and his reaction was because he was Jealous of Taejin I guess...

But thats your truth. That's not my truth. I don't believe Taekook is real. JK isn't jealous of Taejin he is not Twelve- but then again he was sneaking around behind Suga holding his boyfriend's hands so I guess he is twelve? Lol. Jikook!

Do you.

But please stop the evil malicious attacks and seek immediate help. There is such a thing as right and wrong and this is just plain wrong. Your Karma and chakra are in the negative nodes and you need to fix it. It is not funny anymore.

Thank you to everyone who has shown genuine concerns for me in the past few days and thank you so much for trying to stand up for me. There are good people on here and I have met and interacted with a lot of them and thank you so much for such a wonderful experience and insightful discussions.

I don't hate people because of our differences in thoughts, beliefs, opinions. There's always room for dissenting opinions in every sphere. At the very least, we can agree to disagree and shake on it. But You can't make up shit about people just to prove your opinion is right and their opinions and views which differ from yours are 'wrong.

I am not a victim though, and they are not bullies, psst. They are just vile pathetic human beings exposing the greens of their insides. What you do says more about who you are as a person and human being. And this is who they are.

Just be a nice decent human being. That's what this world needs. Fix whatever is broken inside of you and free your mind and spirit. Hate is never the answer.

I'm going to be away for a while because I have studies, work and other interests I want to pursue at the moment- it's just my AADD flaring up so if you see me henceforth raving about Nana at least you'd know why. Lol. She's wrecking my Jimin bias. Lmho.

Spread positivity, do the right thing, stand up for a good cause and keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real.

Until we meet again.

Signed,

GOLDY