#at 4128 words

[thebookworm0001]

'just write two sentences' is apparently a phrase i can use to trick my brain into writing

[lovingrosewho]

Grudges

So here we go again: many many years ago (around 2017), I wrote this Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader! fanfiction, I never published it ‘cause I was always making corrections and re-reading it, I tried to publish it around 2019 I think, but then I lost that tumblr account… anyways. After all these years, I bring it to you again, with no new corrections, just myself from 2017 speaking/writing. Hope you like it!

MULTICHAPTER

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader!

Rating: T

Word count: 4128

Summary: the BAU is investigating a series of murders in your hometown, and you’re right in the middle of it, but Dr. Spencer Reid takes a particular liking in you.

Warnings: usual tv series stuff (absent father, missing relative, murder and crime scene descriptions)

(set after season 8)

It was just another day at the BAU, Penelope had just called everyone into the conference room to explain the next case.

“Delaware. Three victims. First victim was killed two weeks ago, his name was Adrien Sanders, he was 57 years old, 5’7 feet tall; second victim was killed almost a week ago, Philip Moore, 56 years old, 5’9 feet tall; and third victim, Dennis Barnes, was killed yesterday, he was 59 years old, also 5’9 feet tall. All three were males, and as you can see, with similar physical features” she explains pointing with a laser to the pictures “Although, they were shot in different places; Sanders was shot in the stomach, Moore on the neck and the right leg, and Barnes was shot several times in… pretty much everywhere” García says, getting goosebumps from the images shown.

“He’s escalating, acting out of rage. Are there any connections besides the physical similarity between the victims?” Morgan asks.

“None, apparently. Sanders was a salesman, he was murdered in Pike Creek, getting out of a bar at night, Moore was a lawyer, killed in plain daylight, near his house in Glasgow, and Barnes was shot at his job, a car factory in Wilmington. No witnesses”.

“I believe we’ve got ourselves an unsub who uses his victims as surrogates for someone else due to the extreme resemblance they present. We’ll keep discussing it on the plane. Wheels up in 30” Hotch declares.

“There’s no evident pattern on the map, it just seems like the unsub picked… random locations” Reid says frowning while looking at the map, tracing lines on it.

“If he’s using his victims as surrogates, wouldn’t it be possible that these men are just victims of opportunity? Maybe the man who killed them is in some kind of delusion that they are who he really wants to kill, they cross paths with him, looking almost, or exactly like his target, and then… that’s it. They’re gone”. JJ says.

“Why are we assuming he’s a man?” Rossi questions.

“That’s a good point…” Spencer speaks “Nothing makes it look like it… this unsub… it doesn’t look like he had a special or knowing management of a gun given the places where he shot his victims, he didn’t use his hands, so there are no traces on the bodies, there’s no signature, no murder weapon, no sign that it was personal, there are no witnesses… there’s no way we can know if it’s a man or a woman”.

“Then we’re back at square one” Morgan concludes “We can’t move forward if we don’t even know if the killer is a male or a female ‘cause we’ve got nothing else, no signature, no nothing”.

“Of course we have something: victimology” Hotch points out “Try to stop looking for the unsub directly, start looking for the next victim, who fits the description and how could he be connected to the unsub. When we land, Reid and I will speak to Delaware authorities to find out what else they can tell us about the case, Rossi and Morgan, go to the last crime scene and let us know what you can tell about this last murder, JJ, go talk to the families of the victims, see what they can tell you about them, if they have any suspicions of someone who could’ve killed their relatives, and if they know of any connection at all with the other victims”.

“You got it” JJ assures.

“We’ll meet you again at Wilmington’s offices”.

While the BAU is busy trying to catch the killer in your town, you’re busy going to work riding your bicycle at the same time you brush your teeth.

You get to the flower shop almost half hour late and start giving Irene, the old lady you work for, explanations as to why you are late, she just looks at you all messed up and laughs, telling you it’s fine since it’s the first time you’re late and that it is no big deal.

You sigh, trying to calm your nerves. You stayed up pretty late last night, waiting for Connor’s text, letting you know he was okay. He’s been doing that for the past couple of weeks he’s been missing. At first you wondered if it was really him, he must’ve guessed that, because he sent you a voicenote, telling you not to worry, saying he needed to clear his mind, apologizing for his behavior… since then, he had been texting you everyday at the same hour every night, but last night, he didn’t text you until 4 a.m.

You figured it was normal, after meeting with your father again, who you hadn’t seen in your 25 years, until then.

You think about all of that while arranging all of the flowers on the counter and changing the signboard from “CLOSED” to “OPEN”, when you do that, you sigh again, sitting behind the counter, pulling a book out of your bag, waiting for the doorbell to ring, indicating you have a customer.

It takes less than 5 minutes for it to ring, which is weird. You frown without taking your eyes off of your book until you’re done reading that sentence. You look up with your best smile and ready to work, when you see your dad standing on the doorway. You roll your eyes and pinch your nose bridge on that precise instant, sensing an oncoming migraine.

“What do you want?” you ask, not raising your voice so Irene doesn’t get startled.

“I told you. I want to make peace with you. And your brother” he says, smiling. What a hypocrite.

“Sir. I’m gonna need to ask you to get out” you say, still not raising the volume.

“(Y/N)…”

“I told you that day at the coffee shop… neither me, or Connor, are going to make peace with you… you weren’t here… ever… the few things I know about you, are that you used to beat Connor and my mom up, and that you left the second I was born, how am I supposed to forgive you uh? Tell me” you rant.

“I told you, I am truly sorry”.

“No you’re not… and even if you are… it is not enough. Look, sir, I’m going to ask you to leave again, if you don’t, or if I see you again, I’m gonna call the police and accuse you of harassment, understood?” you state, voice firm and impassive. He looks at you, surprise in his eyes, but nods and turns around, opening the door.

“If you ever change your mind… I’m renting a small apartment here in Wilmington, in front of Stapler Park” he says before getting out and start walking.

“Screw you” you whisper, getting back to your book, when Irene comes to stand behind you.

“Your old man?” she inquires with her Alabamian accent.

“Nah” you say, not removing your eyes from the page you’re in “He’s not my anything”.

A couple of days went by, the team was at Wilmington's offices, discussing the case all over again after each of them had researched enough but came up clean.

"JJ what did you come up with?" Hotch interrogates her, frustrated about not getting anywhere near catching the unsub.

"Not much, I mean... I’m trying to make connections but... the three victims were pretty much... average Joe's... Adrien Sanders was out drinking with a couple of friends, nothing unusual according to his ex wife, Philip Moore was supposed to come home to his son and wife, he was only a couple of blocks away from his house, and Dennis Barnes was working on fixing some car engine, according to his coworkers. Nothing out of the ordinary, no leads..."

"Okay then, let's start thinking, if they're surrogates, who are they surrogates for?" Hotch follows up.

"Could be an ex husband?" Rossi suggests.

"Or perhaps it would be more likely to be an abusive relative?" Morgan thinks.

"Statistically yeah, 3.3 million American children are exposed to domestic violence in their homes each year, 45 to 70% of the same number of children who are exposed to domestic violence are also victims of physical abuse, because of the trauma, they have higher risks of alcohol/drug abuse and juvenile delinquency" Reid states, almost like quoting it from a book.

"The victims were 56, 57 and 59 years old, which means we're looking for someone between the ages of 25-30" Rossi says until Reid comes in again.

"Actually, I think we should consider 25-35 or more, statistics show that it is more likely to suffer from domestic violence when they come from an unwanted pregnancy, which means..."

"Teenage parents" JJ guesses.

"Exactly... we shouldn't even dismiss someone who is 40 years old" Reid assures.

"Okay then what are we looking for? Males or females who suffered from domestic violence, delusional, probably with a criminal record..." Hotch starts.

"Kids who suffer this, don't usually have social skills nor education" Rossi interrupts.

"I think it's time we give the profile" Hotch declares getting out of the conference room.

"We're looking for males or females between the ages of 25-40 years old, who suffered from domestic violence, they're more likely to have a criminal record, no social skills, and barely any or no education at all" Hotch says to the authorities who are present in the room.

"This unsub doesn't know how to manage his anger, he uses his victims as surrogates to what we think might be an abusive relative" Morgan informs.

"He or she might as well be delusional, he kills his victims because he thinks he saw his real target. The victims he's looking for are males from 55-60 years old, with a fair complexion, dark hair, and about 5"9 feet tall. When you relieve this information to the press, let them know the characteristics of the victimology, in case someone knows anyone who has this specific features. Thank you" Hotch concludes before getting back to the office with the rest of the team to call Garcia.

"Ready to act, sir" she answers.

"Garcia we need you to check reports from children who suffered from domestic violence in the estate of Delaware, more specifically in the cities of Pike Creek, Glasgow and Wilmington in the last 40 years" Hotch demands.

"Your wish is my command sir, and... oh... I've got 17,334 results..."

The team keeps trying to crosscheck results for a while, but none fit the profile.

"Maybe they weren't even born here" Rossi says, frankly exhausted.

The phone rings and JJ answers.

"Yeah... could you give me his name? Barry (Y/L/N)... okay, thank you, what about an address? That's okay, thank you ma'am" JJ hangs up and looks at the team "Someone fits the description of the victims".

"Garcia, could you look for a man named Barry (Y/L/N) please?" Hotch asks.

"Right... he is 57 years old, got married in Washington D.C... and... oh my god..."

"What is it babygirl?" Morgan questions, worry in his voice.

"It's just... there are... several anonymous reports of domestic violence... and... he has a daughter. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)".

"What can you tell us about her?" Hotch interrogates.

"She is 25 years old, lives here, on the city of Wilmington, she has no social media handles, but... something's not right".

"What do you mean?" JJ says.

"She doesn't fit the profile even though her father does fit the victimology. She went to kindergarten and the first year of elementary school at Washington D.C, then she continued studying but here in Delaware, graduated from college with honors from the University of Delaware, with a degree in fine arts."

"What about a criminal record?" Morgan inquires.

"None, she's... perfect..." Garcia says, giving up.

"Okay, thanks Garcia" Hotch says and hangs up, frustrated again "It doesn't matter that she doesn't fit the profile, we should still check her out, see what she can tell us about her father. Reid, I need you to take care of that, while the rest of us try to figure out if something went wrong with the profile".

"Why just me?" Spencer frowns.

"Because you're closer to her age, and given the facts Garcia gave us about her, she sounds pretty similar to you, maybe you can get her to tell you something relevant" Aaron tells him. Spencer doesn't look so comfortable going on his own but agrees at the end, when he's about to leave the conference room Morgan yells at him.

"Hey kid! Just wrap it up!" he says mocking him and starts laughing, the whole team starts giggling, except for Hotch who only looks at him and shrugs. Spencer's cheeks turn red and he rushes to get out of Wilmington's offices.

Meanwhile, you get home from the flower shop, still no sign from Connor.

You go to your room, dodging the canvas and cans of paint so you can change into something more comfortable when there's a knock at the door. You close your eyes and frown, waiting to hear Connor's voice.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" a man says through the door "I’m... Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI, could you please open your door?".

Panic starts flooding you when the thought of Connor being in trouble pops up.

You walk slowly to the door and open it, revealing the most beautiful man you've seen in your entire life. Spencer is taken aback by your beauty as well, he looks at you in shock, as if he was expecting someone else.

"Are you...?" he starts.

"Yes" you interrupt “Uh... come in please".

When he enters the small house, the first thing he notices is a huge amount of books spread all over the place, you start picking them up and trying to pile them somewhere where they don't get in the way.

"I'm so sorry" you apologize "I wasn't planning on having any visits".

He giggles softly "It's okay" he says, helping you pick up the ones on the couch, leaving them on a table near it.

"Would you um...? Like some coffee? Or tea or water or... something?" you ramble.

"Coffee is fine, thank you".

You bring two mugs of coffee to the table in front of the couch, along with sugar and milk in case he’d like to pour some. You sit next to him, holding your cup between your both hands.

"So... how can I help you?" you finally ask.

"I'm with the BAU... the uh... the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we... profile the unsub... unsub stands for unknown subject... we-uh-we are investigating the recent murders that take place here in Delaware" he explains.

"Oh... okay" you say, still not understanding how can you help them.

"Do you... do you know this man?" he asks, showing you a picture of your father, you look at it, not even taking it to get a closer look.

"Yes, he's the son of a bitch who abandoned my family the day I was born" you whisper, holding your cup more forcefully than necessary.

He looks at you with a look you can't decipher.

"There are... several anonymous reports of domestic violence... I was wondering if... I could ask you a few questions about it, about your life in general" when he says this, it hits you.

"Are you considering me a suspect?" he scratches the back of his head, bowing it down.

"Your father... matches the victimology, and even though you don't fit the entire profile, we shouldn't dismiss any possibilities... I just... I want to know a bit more about you and your family, that's all, I'm not assuming anything".

"What do you want to know?" you murmur.

"What do you remember about your father?"

"Nothing. I told you. He left the day I was born, my mother died 6 years after that".

"What...? What do you mean? Who raised you then?" he looks surprised. You thought he would know that part of your life if he already knew who your father was.

"My brother of course".

He stays quiet for a couple of minutes, staring at you.

"I didn't know you had a brother" he confesses "What's his name?"

"Connor" you look down at your, now cold, cup of coffee, and take a sip.

"Can you tell me more about him?" he asks politely.

"Well... we were both born in Washington D.C... my mother had him when she was 18 and my father was 20, it was an unwanted pregnancy... for all I know, he used to beat my mother up, and Connor as well, when he tried to defend her. 12 years later, my mother got pregnant again… the day I was born, my father left, so my brother started working as a carpenter's assistant... after dating several guys, abusive, just like my dad, my mom got into a severe depression and died when I was 6 years old... by then my brother was already 18, and he had saved up enough for us to move here to Delaware... we've been living here ever since" you explain, the images of your mother, lying dead on her bed tormenting you again.

"So your brother... he worked and studied at the same time?" he questions.

"No... he... he couldn't afford to keep us both in school, he wasn't even able to finish elementary school but... he made sure I went to and finish college. He raised me... as if I was his own daughter" you say, feeling kind of guilty.

“What about his social life?” he asks, worry starting to show up on his face.

“Neither of us has what you would consider a social life… I’m always buried either on my books or my paintings, if not, I’m working on the flower shop, and he’s always buried on his work… we have each other, and that’s quite enough, when we come home we have dinner together, talk about our day, watch a movie or something… it’s… pretty much just the two of us against the world. It’s always been like that” you acknowledge, a single tear streaming down your cheek.

Spencer looks at you almost with pity and cleans the tear with his thumb mindlessly, even though he’s not too keen of physical contact, it just seems appropriate. The gesture sends butterflies to your stomach.

“(Y/N)… listen to me carefully… I need you to tell me where your brother is”.

“What?” you exclaim, fear coming out of your voice “You think he did this? No. Spencer… no, I’m sorry but that’s not possible. You don’t know him. He wouldn’t… no… the fact that the victims are similar to my father is just a coincidence, Connor is just… not capable of this… I mean…” you ramble with your voice cracking at the end.

“(Y/N)” he stares at you, looking directly into your eyes, it is as if he can see right through you “Where is he?”

“I don’t know!” you shout bursting into tears “He disappeared two weeks ago”.

“Why didn’t you report him missing?”

“’Cause he’s been sending me texts every night, letting me know he’s okay! I figured… we saw our father again… after 25 years without seeing him, he found us… I thought… I thought it was normal that he wanted some time alone…”

“What’s his phone number?” he asks, pulling out his own cellphone, dialing a number “Garcia, I need you to run a name for me and track a number”.

“Okie dokie” a woman says at the other end of the line “Shoot”.

“Connor (Y/L/N). He’s (Y/N)’s brother. I just sent you the number”.

“Alright, let me do my magic… mmmh… oh. Wow. This is weird. I’ve got nothing”.

“What do you mean you’ve got nothing?” Spencer says, raising his voice.

“He’s not registered. At all. Not even a birth certificate. And the cellphone’s off”.

“He was never registered” you inform “Our parents never considered it important, so...”

“Where does he work?” Spencer cuts you off in a desperate way, you give him the address of the truck company “(Y/N), I need to go with the team. Will you be okay on your own?”

You nod slightly “Just… call me when you find him… please” you plead, still sobbing.

“Yes. I promise. I will. Thank you” he says reaching for the doorknob “(Y/N)… please be careful. Connor is delusional… please, lock the doors and windows... and stay safe” after telling you this, he leaves in a hurry, leaving his cup of coffee intact on top of the table.

You sit on the couch, laying down slowly, you close your eyes. You fall asleep crying, wishing that when you wake up, everything going on around you is just a nightmare.

Spencer joins the team when they’re about to leave Wilmington’s offices to go to your brother’s workplace, the moment he hops onto the van, the whole team starts bombing him with questions.

“Reid, what did (Y/N) tell you?” Hotch inquires while driving.

“Her father left when she was born, her brother is 12 years older than her which means he’s 37, their father used to abuse Connor and her mother… the anonymous reports of domestic violence must’ve been done by him, but no one ever did anything. They saw their father two weeks ago”.

“That must’ve been the stressor” Rossi affirms.

When the team gets to Connor’s workplace, they don’t find him, but they do find his boss.

“Michael Turner?” Hotch asks a bald man approaching them, showing him his badge “I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this is my team, we’re with the FBI investigating the murders that take place here in Delaware”.

“How can I help you?” Mr. Turner asks unsurely.

“We’re looking for Connor (Y/L/N), I believe he works for you”, Michael laughs ironically.

“Not anymore” he says “That kid hasn’t come to work for days, the last time I saw him, he had to drop some packages in Pike Creek and Glasgow, when you find him, tell him he’s fired”.

“Mr. Turner, why did you hire Connor in the first place if he had no identifications?” Spencer interrogates.

“’Cause he was just a boy… just 18, having to take care of his 6 year old sister… I took him under my wing, how could I not? But for what I see, this is the payment I get” he exclaims angrily while turning around “Excuse me gentlemen, but I have work to do”.

“Thank for your time” Aaron says, turning back to the team “Where else could Connor be?”

“If he’s been looking for a specific target, that could be his endgame” JJ suggests.

“We need to know where his father lives currently, if he’s delusional about people who look like him, his father is his endgame” says Hotch.

“We need to be fast, he hasn’t killed anyone in days, that could mean he already knows where his father lives, I’ll call Garcia” Morgan decides and dials the number “Hey, talk to me babygirl”.

“My chocolate thunder, what can I do for you?” she answers.

“I need you to tell me where Barry (Y/L/N) currently lives”.

“Okay let me check, he… oh no. He just rented an apartment in front of Staple Park, here in Wilmington, I’m sending you the complete address right now”.

“Thanks Garcia, we’re on our way ” Hotch indicates, turning the siren on and starting the engine of the SUV.

When they arrive to Barry (Y/L/N)’s apartment, they discover he is just fine, watching TV on the livingroom.

“Can I help you?” he asks standing up, clearly mad about some stranger breaking into his house, his voice is hoarse from drinking.

“Mr. (Y/L/N), we’re with the FBI, have you seen your son Connor (Y/L/N)?” Hotch asks annoyed by the man in front of him.

“My son?” he chuckles “I don’t think my son will want to see me ever again”.

“He hasn’t talked to you? Threatened you?” Morgan inquires.

“No, but who did threat me, actually, was his sister” the team notices right away that he said ‘his sister’ instead of ‘my daughter’. Barry rolls his eyes “She said she’d accuse me of harassment if I came near her ever again”.

“She’s not our unsub” Reid claims abruptly.

“We know that, Reid” Hotch tells him, dismayed by his sudden behavior “Mr. (Y/L/N), please don’t hesitate on calling if something strange happens”.

“Stranger than a bunch of FBI agents breaking into my apartment?” he huffs “Yeah, okay, I will”.

The team gets out of the house, confused by the pattern Connor has been following.

“He hasn’t killed anyone else, that can just mean that he’s looking for his endgame, the one who made it imposible for him to live the life he wanted or deserved” Rossi intervenes.

“Unless…” JJ starts “Unless his father isn’t his endgame”.

“Who else could it be?” Morgan exclaims, raising his eyebrows.

“(Y/N)” Reid says, running towards the SUV, followed by the rest of the team.

Chapter 2

MASTERLIST

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Bridging the Gap

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[malec-ao3feed]

Pride Tape

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pk1IMm6 by Mandulabogesz Anyone who follows me on Twitter or Instagram knows that I promised a oneshot before my multi-chapter Hockey fic, so those of you who are not familiar with hockey can get to know some terms. I was planning to post this during Pride Month, but life happens and I finished it today. In the first "chapter" I'll just explain a few terms. For those of you who are familiar with hockey, feel free to skip it. The actual fic starts with chapter 2. Have fun. Words: 4128, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Luke Garroway, Clary Fray, Catarina Loss Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, Hochey Player Alec Lightwood, Coach Magnus Bane, Hurt Magnus Bane, The Pride Tape ban in NHL, pride tape, Pride, Falling In Love, First Meetings, gay love story, Happy Ending, Because I Promised You A Fic To Know About The Hockey Terms, Oneshot, Malec AU, Malec, Shadowhunters - Freeform, No beta we are Lightwoods and face the consequences, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Coming Out, Coming Out_Professional Athlete, Hiding, Closeted Character, Closeted Professional Athlete read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pk1IMm6

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Mr July

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22297378

Both Buck and Eddie get invited to do the charity fireman calendar. Both of them are a little bit weird about it, but in the classic Buddie freak4freak way.

Written by: DarkFairytale

Word Count: 4128 - 2 Chapters

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Pre-Slash, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Humor, Oblivious, Oblivious Evan "Buck" Buckley, Maddie is a troll, Calendar Boys, Cute, Funny, Drabble, Short One Shot, Pining, Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Crushes, Crack, Maddie is the original Buddie fangirl, Chim will always be Mr April, Hen and Bobby deserve to be on the calendar too!, Bobby is Buck's Dad, that's just how it is, Buck is a golden retriever, it's canon, Established Relationship

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At first sight II Chapter Twenty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4128

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It was completely dark outside the windows of the office of Investigation Department 1, apart from the street lamps that illuminated the premises of the police station, which had been your place of work for at least 5 years.

In the room, which easily accommodated ten desks belonging to other detectives working with you, there were only you and your partner, Shinji Okumura.

On the wall, at the end of the room, hung two large, white magnetic boards on which each of you could take quick notes, with special markers designed for this purpose, and you could also use a projector connected to one of the computers and do a quick brainstorming.

For the typical arrangement of clues, so that the detectives could freely view the information that had been collected during the case that each pair of investigators was working on, you had specially designed cork boards, which were located on the wall directly or in the immediate vicinity of the desks you occupied.

You were standing in front of one of these boards, pinning to it a freshly printed piece of paper with a brief informational summary about the pimp you had visited literally an hour and a half ago.

Kanata Nishitani or as you remembered him Hideki Nagano.

You were surprised to see Nishitani's personal details in the Police Database, while your memory undoubtedly connected the man's appearance and voice with one of Hachirou Kuroda's two closest associates.

But again, that was before the time-leap and that fact frustrated you greatly because you were now faced with another fact that you could no longer be as certain of as you wanted to be. If it had been otherwise, your work would have progressed much, much further.

"Do you know how many guys named Hachirou Kuroda we have in our database and under the category of pimps?" Okumura asked in a tired voice.

"Less than 20?" You answered him hopefully, still looking at Nagano's photo. You will only call him by another name if the situation requires it. To you, he was, is and will be Hideki Nagano. Nothing will change that.

"Only 54 in all of Japan." Came the answer and you looked at the detective in surprise.

„54?”

"Uh-huh. Ten of them are registered in Kantō." The black-haired man put a cigarette in his mouth and sighed heavily. "Fuck, why can't we smoke here. Any ideas?"

"There was nothing else in Nishitani's files?" You asked, wanting to continue playing the complete ignorance about the guy.

Okumura thought again as he looked through the data and scratched his head.

"It only mentions a former partner, but that doesn't fit. The guy's name was Akira and there's no last name."

"Maybe that's it?" You asked, secretly glad that if at least that hadn't changed, then thanks to that you'd find the right pimp.

"Akira? But in what sense?"

"Nickname? Check if any of the Kurodas are using the name Akira or just that." You went to the desk and stood behind your partner to help him search.

"Okay, here it is. Hachirou Akira Kuroda." Okumura opened the appropriate file and you started reading. "Convicted of 3 rapes over the course of 13 years... Either he didn't do it more often, or he only got caught that many times or it was proven. Beatings, robberies, thefts... Pimping, but he still does it. Huh. Punishable threats... Causing a car accident under the influence of prohibited substances."

“He was only 20 at the time.” You observed calmly, and a question popped into your head whether the man had ever driven without a license, or whether he had a driver.

“From what it says here, he ran a host club with Nishitani, but the gentlemen had a heated argument about the treatment of the employees.” Okumura threw you a quick look over his shoulder. “What do you think it was about?”

"Nishitani said that unlike Kuroda, he doesn't tolerate unhealthy competition between his employees." You said, searching for some additional information among what was displayed on the monitor. "Maybe the girls had a fight, it came to blows so serious that one of them suffered significant damage, maybe even irreversible damage to their health... She lost her value, as our colleague put it earlier, and the money stopped adding up?" You looked Shinji in the eye. "I wouldn't be surprised if Kuroda and Nishitani were forced to get rid of the evidence and came to some kind of agreement, after which they went their separate ways."

“For example…” The man moved his unlit cigarette up and down. “There was a murder and they had to get rid of the body?”

“We don’t know that. We don’t have any evidence.” You answered him truthfully, but you liked the direction the detective was heading. “If only we had more on this, we could figure out how to get Kuroda to cooperate with us willingly.”

“Uh-huh…” Okumura looked at the monitor again and nodded. “Yeah, that would be really helpful.”

You sat down in front of your desk and moved your chair back enough so you could once again look at the board with the clues posted. After a moment, Okumura patted his thighs, turned off his computer, stood up from the chair and started putting on his coat.

“Listen, L/n, I’m going home. I promised Mimiko I’d have dinner with them tonight. Besides, my little ones miss my fairy tales.” He announced, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “Are you going to stay here or are you going?”

"No. I'll stay another hour." You answered him, so the detective nodded, took his black leather briefcase and headed for the exit. "Hey, Okumura."

"Yeah?" The man stopped in the doorway and looked at you with tired eyes.

"Buy your wife a bouquet of flowers and give her a foot massage. She'll forget about the scented shirt." You said, trying not to smile, and the man stuck his middle finger in your direction, at the sight of which you allowed the corners of your lips to turn up.

"I wish you a peaceful night too." He answered you and closed the door behind him.

As soon as the sound of his footsteps in the hallway died down, you looked back at Nagano's photo. You were almost 100% certain that he and Kuroda were still working together. Maybe not entirely of their own free will, but if Akira still had ties to Bonten, then the other must have known something.

You were also certain that the information that led you back to the Pink Cloud Host Club was true, and despite the owner's denials, he knew Haji, and there was a high probability that he knew Uncle Shou as well.

So far, too many people you knew in another reality had appeared in this case and you didn't want to believe that now, here, they had nothing in common, that their cooperation had ended.

You pulled your chair closer to your desk and opened the database to try to find anything yourself about how Nagano knew Kuroda and how he knew about his permissions and the rules of Akira's brothel.

Something was up and to you, just like Okumura, the only thing that came to mind was murder. Okay, maybe it wasn't necessarily one of them who committed it, but there had to be a crime.

From what you've noticed, Nagano's last interrogation took place six years ago and concerned the conflict with Kuroda. At that time, he also used the name Nishitani, and after you'd thoroughly checked everything that was entered into the database, he'd used only and exclusively that personal information from the very beginning.

This didn't sit right with you at all and your frustration only grew. You'll have to try and arrange a conversation with Kakucho about this guy, as well as about Akira. Maybe he can point you to a specific event, because what the questioning was about didn't indicate any other motive than financial malfeasance.

Fuck, it wasn't even all about the fact that they both ran a host club together, which was definitely a club in name only.

You printed out everything that was available on both pimps and were about to turn off your computer and go home when it occurred to you to check out one more person.

Your fingers moved easily over the keyboard, typing in the last name and first name you knew from another reality, but kept to yourself because of the promise you made to that person.

Keiko Mizushima. Born in Fukushima in 1985, the daughter of a high school principal and an ophthalmologist…

First mention of misdemeanors… 2002, a report of a drunk teenager in a park… Shortly after that, another and another, also about alcohol intoxication.

2003, arrested with gang members… Again under the influence of alcohol, but this time with clear signs of beating. You continued reading the scan of the policeman’s note from that day and shook your head when you saw that the girl denied being a victim of violence. Her explanation was that she tripped and fell down the concrete stairs. She was basically drunk, so…

2003, passive participation in the beating and rape of two high school girls by gang members. What was that supposed to mean? The detainee admitted to being right next to the criminal acts and serving her colleagues more bottles of alcohol. She did not help the victims, explaining the order of events.

The last entry was something that more closely matched the image of the woman you met.

2006, arrested during a raid on a brothel – suspected of co-running the establishment.

Nothing more. It was as if the woman had gotten back on her feet and was on the right track, abandoning her previous life and starting over. Nothing could be further from the truth and you saw it with your own eyes.

She simply didn't get caught doing anything illegal again. She kept her wits about her and continued to live a dangerous life. Okay, you had to admit that despite that, she had changed for the better as much as she could to still fit into the underworld, but she hadn't given up on the sex business.

You turned off your computer and, in the light of the single lamp in the room, put on your coat.

When did she meet Nagano and what were the real circumstances? Did she actually fall in love with him or was their marriage just a business deal? What did Keiko really know about his dealings with people like Kuroda?

“Rosie…” You mumbled under your breath as you walked down the hallway to the exit of the building. “What the hell do you really know?”

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You turned off the alarm clock that was ringing for the second time, announcing the end of your extra nap, and it probably had never been so hard for you to crawl out of the warm, cozy cocoon you had wrapped yourself in with an extra blanket.

You didn't feel like getting up at all, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee quickly changed your mind, so you got up from your futon and went to the kitchen.

At the table, on which stood two cups of coffee, sat someone you didn't expect at all.

The slight man wore a long, light wig, streaked with pastel blue and pink. His small ears were decorated with white gold earrings and when you looked into his face, you held your breath.

His large, blue eyes were decorated with false eyelashes that resembled fans, but this time for a change they were not black, but white and sparkled with small crystals. They looked phenomenal and terrifying at the same time.

On his cheeks, which he puffed out like an offended child, there was a delicate pink, and his lips were pursed.

Slim fingers decorated with rings, once again in white gold, and sweet-looking, shiny tips, wrapped around one of the cups.

You sat down in an empty seat opposite your unexpected guest and couldn't take your eyes off him. You thought you'd never see him again...

"Jun..." You began uncertainly, but the man didn't raise his gaze, instead he scowled even more.

"Ko. Jun-KO." He said in a thin voice and you bowed your head in humility.

"Junko, I'm sorry."

"Tch... You fucked up big time." He said in an irritated tone. "Blossom's gone, Shou's in charge, you're running around like a fucking dog chasing its own tail..." You looked at him slightly offended, but part of you had to admit he was right.

"Wada gave us some good evidence on Shou. We already know who he is." You said and blue eyes looked at you.

"You can't do anything about it." He said darkly and raised one hand, pointing at himself. "Look at me. What did he do to me. See?"

"Huh?" You looked at him completely confused. "You look pretty, Junko."

“Pretty? That’s not even what I’d want to wear as a ghost! White frills? Seriously?” The now-deceased drug dealer sniffed, making a sad face. “My brother did that to me by going to his church. He went back there again, you know? He didn’t go and it was fine, and now… Now he prays for me, and look!”

„Junko…”

"What's worse is I can't find Jin-chan!" A single tear rolled down the man's cheek and your heart sank. "He's dead because of that son of a bitch and I can't find him!"

You didn't know what to say to that. There was no way you could help him. No way you could comfort him...

"Not only that, they stole my pendant!" Junko added and you looked at him again.

One of his hands was resting on his chest. As you guessed, where the bear pendant would end if he had it around his neck now.

You frowned. "No. The jewelry is in the evidence room."

"No. They took it." He said looking at you carefully and you didn't like what you saw in his eyes at all. "It's a clue, but you lost it."

“Junko…” You sat on your futon, eyes wide, and it took you a moment to realize that your alarm was still ringing.

You turned it off and looked around the room, unable to fully shake the feeling that you were being watched.

You rubbed your face with both hands and cursed. You had had a lot of fucked up dreams in your life, but talking to a dead person about the current state of things…

“…they stole my pendant!”

You looked down at your hands, replaying the words he said in your head... Junko said.

You hadn't looked at the evidence taken from the crime scene with Okumura since the day the body was found, and what if... What if it wasn't just a dream? Just hallucinations and nonsense?

You picked up your phone and, not caring that you might wake up someone more than just Okumura... Or maybe he wasn't asleep anymore? You called him.

"Yes?" The man asked in a slightly sleepy voice.

"Hey, Okumura. Sorry if I'm waking you... I have a question."

"Uh-huh?"

"Have you looked at Takenaka's evidence and belongings again?"

There was complete silence on the other end of the line for a moment, and you glanced at your phone to make sure the call hadn't been cut off. Everything was fine.

"Okumura?"

"Sorry... I went to the kitchen." The man said in a more lively tone. "I only watched it once. Why do you ask?"

"Did anyone check the origin of the pendant that belonged to the victim?"

"The one with the bear, right?"

"Yeah, that one exactly."

"Not from what I know, not really. We haven't been able to track down the jeweler it was purchased from."

"But it was there, right? In the evidence room?" You continued to ask.

"Yeah, where else would it be?" Shinji asked, slightly irritated.

“We’ll look at it again today.” You stated. “We need to determine its origin. Listen, Shinij. Takenaka got this pendant from Uncle Shou as an apology. If the bastard bought it himself…”

“There’ll be a connection to the victim, but not to the crime itself.” The detective reminded you, and you winced slightly.

“But it’ll also be an additional point of reference, don’t you think?”

“Okay.” The man answered you after a moment. “Let’s go through all the evidence we have. Any more ideas, partner?”

“Rosie.” You blurted out and grimaced harder.

“That woman from Pink Cloud?” Okumura was surprised. “What do you want from her again?”

"A-again? Okumura..." You stuttered and shook your head. "Fuck... No. Listen. Her husband denied knowing Haji, and you yourself said that the information indicated something completely different..."

"Why would she give up her husband?"

And you had no answer to that question. You didn't know the woman in this reality as well as in the previous one, and on top of that Nagano, who according to the files wasn't Nagano...

"I want to try." You said in a calm tone and your interlocutor sighed on the other end of the line.

“When do you want to do it?”

“As soon as possible.”

“God, man…” The other muttered and sighed again. “First you’d have to catch her somewhere other than a club.”

“We’ll sort something out…”

“Just don’t kidnap her off the street, okay?” Okumura joked weakly and you mumbled back that he should go fuck himself. “Maybe soon. I can handle it.”

You said goodbye to him and hung up. You were about to put the phone down when you saw a message from a blocked number on the screen. Without thinking, you opened it and your eyes widened slightly.

“Same place as the first time. Same time. Be alone. We need to talk. K.”

“K?” You asked out loud and following a strange feeling, you sent a message to your sister, who called you back almost immediately. “Tomoko?”

"You have to show up there. No arguments." The woman said in a serious tone. "I mentioned a few things to Kakucho. No need to thank me. Have a nice day." She said goodbye before you could say anything more and all you heard was the disconnected call.

You cursed and got up from the futon to get ready for another day of work, which so far was shaping up to be interesting and stressful.

You walked into the kitchen in your socks to make yourself some coffee and froze when you saw two cups on the table, which, when you finally got the nerve to go over there, were empty.

"Fuck..." You cursed with a slightly trembling voice, remembering that you hadn't put them away in the cupboards the day before, rushing to leave the house.

You laughed under your breath and put one cup in its place in the cupboard, and in the other you made yourself some instant coffee, not necessarily in the mood for the properly brewed one. You didn't really like it, but it was definitely better than what they served you from the vending machine at work.

You quickly brushed your teeth and reached for your coat in the hallway, realizing once again that you still hadn't gotten your scarf back or bought yourself a new one. Because of this small detail, your mood dropped slightly and you still left your apartment, still sulking.

After arriving at the police station, you went inside, where your partner was waiting for you with two cups of coffee in each hand. You took one and headed down the hall towards the evidence room.

"Sometimes you have some fucked up ideas, you know, L/n?" Okumura said, sipping his coffee. "You're clinging to that woman like you want her to be your girlfriend."

"You're just talking nonsense. That's not the case at all." You answered him calmly. "I just thought maybe she'd be more helpful."

"And that's what she was. She didn't have to give us that recording of the phone call at all." The black-haired man noticed.

“Exactly. Did you notice that subtle change in her guy's gaze when he mentioned it?”

"You thought it." Shinji commented and you shook your head.

"No, seriously. Like he wasn't entirely happy with the fact that she was talking to the police without him being there."

“Okay, maybe it was. Do you really think she's going to tell us anything more again?” The man asked when you stopped in front of the right door and finished your coffee, throwing the cups into the trash can. "How are you going to convince her? A candlelight dinner?"

"Okumura..." You sighed and entered the room where the desk of the officer responsible for the stored items was located. "Hi, Toyoda." You greeted the familiar police officer. "We want to take another look at the evidence from the Takenaka case."

"Good day. They're in their place. You just have to sign in..." He handed you the form and after a moment he pressed the button unlocking the door to the storage room. "Do you remember the shelf?"

"Sure, thanks." Okumura replied, you headed into the room, and as soon as you crossed the threshold, the door closed behind you with a quiet click. You could easily open it from the inside by pressing on the handle, but from the outside it had to be opened again by the officer.

"Okay..." You mumbled, heading to the appropriate shelf and after a few minutes you found the right box, which was signed with the case number and the name Takenaka Jun.

"Well, let's get to it." Okumura said, waving in a friendly way at the camera pointed at the passage between the shelves where you were standing.

You shook your head and took the not-so-heavy box to a nearby table, which was also under the surveillance of the cameras.

You and the detective accompanying you put on gloves and opened the box. There were folded clothes in plastic bags, including the victim's underwear. Shoes, a purse...

In smaller bags, properly secured, swabs and other samples, including remnants of white powder.

"They even took off his artificial nails." Shinji informed you, looking at the colorful contents of the small bag.

"Uh-huh..." You mumbled back to him and pulled the last bag out of the box, which contained jewelry. An icy chill ran down your spine and your heart beat faster. "We have a problem."

"Yeah?"

"There's no pendant." You said, looking up at the man.

"Huh?" Okumura took the bag from your hand and began to look through the contents. "Fuck. Last time there was everything."

"Toyoda! We have a shortage!” You said loudly enough for the camera's microphone to pick up your words and immediately the officer's answer came from the small speaker.

"That's impossible. There's no record of anything being taken out. Everything was looked through on the spot, just like it is now."

"There's one thing missing." Shinji stated, holding up a list of items. "A necklace with a bear pendant."

"Please step away from the table." The officer said, and you heard the door to the room unlock, and a moment later, the younger policeman working with Toyoda approached you with a camera in his hands.

"Excuse me, but I need to take pictures of the remaining contents of the box." He stated politely, yet firmly, and you and Okumura did as he was told.

You watched as he meticulously went through each bag and photographed it from every angle, focusing mainly on the edges and seal, looking for damage. He took a picture of the empty box as well as the list itself. He packed everything carefully and sealed the lid with wide tape.

He looked at you and nodded. "Thank you for bringing this irregularity to our attention. The rest of the evidence has now been secured from any unauthorized removal from the warehouse." He announced and opened a metal cabinet that was secured with a code, then placed the box with Takenaka's belongings inside and closed it before your eyes, securing it from unauthorized opening. "I must ask you, detectives, to leave the warehouse and fill out the appropriate form."

"Maybe the evidence just got lost somewhere?" Okumura asked calmly as you stood in front of Toyoda’s desk again.

“I thought so too, but the last person listed on the registry is you, Detective Okumura.” The officer stated and you literally saw the blood drain from your partner’s face. “I’m not suggesting anything, because I personally observed you on the cameras and didn’t notice any irregularities.”

After hearing all this, questions began to pop up in your head that you knew would be difficult to answer.

Junko was right.

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timeless

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yaCD9d by casdoms (moffwithhishead) Sam huffs, turning the shield over in his hands, “They just saw the blonde hair and blue eyes and ran with it?” Steve huffs, “Imagine if they’d seen me with my freckles. Who the hell knows what they would’ve done.” — Their kids grow up with three loving adults in their lives, and anyone who has the balls to question what Bucky’s role in this is gets cowed pretty immediately by Peggy Carter herself. (No, she did not change her name. — Bucky’s sitting in the good kitchen chair looking out the back window at the greenhouse, drinking a cup of coffee. He’s petting his favorite cat and talking to her so intently, that he doesn’t hear them come in. The radio’s on, playing some top 40’s station. Steve’s never loved him more. Words: 4128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 68 of captain america & the winter soldier (2021) Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, James "Bucky" Barnes, Angie Martinelli, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Post-Endgame, Alternate Universe, Emetophobia, Suicidal Thoughts, Minor Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, Canon Temporary Character Death read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yaCD9d

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helping with the ao3 drought, the is the buddie fic i have downloaded as a pdf, leave a comment if you want me to send it <3

ID under the break

The photo is just a screenshot of the fic stats:

title: all that i am is made up of you

author: justhockey

Not rated, creator chose not to use archive warnings

words: 4375 chapters:1/1 kudos:727 hits:4128 published:2022-06-21

characters: buck eddie chris and frank

tags: Mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, denial of feelings, therapy, post traumatic stress disorder, canon compliant, introspection, love confessions, getting together, first kiss, friends to lovers, POV Eddie

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Knot For Beginners

Knot For Beginners

by Quefish

Omega Nurse Aziraphale receives a distress call from a gent called Crowley who has a rather interesting problem.

Words: 4128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of The Doctor Will See You Now

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Sandalphon (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Crowley (Good Omens), Omega Aziraphale (Good Omens), Gentle Dom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Sub Crowley (Good Omens), Light Dom/sub, Medical Inaccuracies, Unconventional Sex Toys, Uneducated Use of Sex Toys, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Stuck Sex Toys, Unfortunate Sex Toy Accidents, meet cute or meet ugly, you be the judge - Freeform

From https://ift.tt/uzfgDKe https://archiveofourown.org/works/46978672

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Please Don't Change, I Love You

by Drink_Some_Water

Nothing is worse than watching the light leave someone's eyes because they were told off for being passionate about something.

Hopefully Ochako can reach him before she loses her Deku.

Words: 4128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Mineta Minoru, Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta, Kirishima Eijirou, Hagakure Tooru, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Yaoyorozu Momo, Eri (My Hero Academia), Satou Rikidou, Todoroki Shouto, Shouji Mezou

Relationships: Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Iida Tenya is a Bad Friend, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Bad Teacher, Uraraka Ochako is Bad at Feelings, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Being an Asshole, Protective Eri (My Hero Academia), Protective Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, he gets that hug, Angst with a Happy Ending

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63563032

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Preservation

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FLN7Jbh by Devils_Concubine Ada pressed a hand against the glass door, her palm caressing the wavering shape of Leon's cheek. She knew better, was trained to always be better, but she wanted to relent and abide in this unconventional union. How laughable it was that she could brave the tempest of blood and horror but could not face the truth of her treacherous, beating heart. There would be no fight tonight, not between the two of them, and not within herself. She would not run. “Ada.” The shower door slid aside only a crack, revealing a solemn blue eye. “Hey, handsome.” She greeted him with a small, close-lipped smile. Words: 4128, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Freeform, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Penis In Vagina Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Creampie, Some Fluff, Leon's Apartment, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Vaginal Sex, One-Shot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/FLN7Jbh

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One-shots Bat-Family

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Sbko8e0 by Ma_pache One-shots of our little bats and from time to time with their partners (ships that I make out of nothing) Words: 4128, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Osul-Ra (DCU), Otho-Ra (DCU), Batfamily Members (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alina Shelley (DCU), Respawn (DCU), Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Jarro (DCU), Carrie Kelley, Kate Kane (DCU), Nell Little, Alysia Yeoh, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kara Zor-El, Chris Kent, Jonathan Kent Relationships: Batfamily Members & Justice League, Alina Shelley & Bruce Wayne, Alina Shelley & Damian Wayne, Respawn & Alina Shelley (DCU), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Bernard Fitzmartin/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Match (DCU)/Jason Todd, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Otho-Ra/Alina Shelley (DCU), Osul-Ra & Otho-Ra & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Chris Kent/Respawn, Lara lane kent/alina shelley, Osul-ra/Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Crack Relationships, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily-centric (DCU), Jonathan Samuel Kent Loves Damian Wayne, Osul-Ra & Otho-Ra - Freeform, Super Twins, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Older Sibling Barbara Gordon, Good Sibling Dick Grayson read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Sbko8e0

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The joke of tomorrow

https://ift.tt/nYEIcdB by FreeWrite ‘The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow - H.G. Wells’. The list of people Rebecca could trust that weren’t on Rupert's payroll was painfully short. She didn’t expect the person she called to be a FBI agent who had been undercover investigating her soon to be ex-husband and his associates. When she’d retired the Lauren Reynolds cover, Emily firmly believed she was done with Interpol and undercover operations. That changed with a phone call. Words: 4128, Chapters: 1/24, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV), Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Rebecca Welton, Emily Prentiss, Flo "Sassy" Collins, Clyde Easter, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Ted Lasso, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso), Rupert Mannion, Bex (Ted Lasso), Original Child Character(s), Original Characters, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Nathan Shelley, Leslie Higgins, Deborah Welton Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Domestic Violence, Whump, Warning: Rupert Mannion, Panic Attacks, Women Being Awesome, Female Friendship source https://archiveofourown.org/works/59540020 October 07, 2024 at 03:04PM

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意料之外的告白

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9VI5i4A by Zne_1701 宋旼琦分化了，他不僅是個O，他甚至是個特殊形態的O。 Words: 4128, Chapters: 2/2, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ) Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9VI5i4A

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Who Hurt You?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55583581 by ThatStupidOne Mark Twain wrote “Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.” In other words Hydra Test Subject Peter Parker Words: 4128, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Peter Parker, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Jane Foster (Marvel), Scott Lang, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Nick Fury, Hydra Agents, Lucky (Hawkeye) Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Jane Foster/Thor, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Clint Barton & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Kate Bishop & Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Kate Bishop & Harley Keener Additional Tags: Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Human Experimentation, Torture, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is Bucky Barnes's Biological Child, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Bucky Barnes, Gay Clint Barton, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Pansexual Tony Stark, Hard of Hearing Clint Barton, Peter Parker is a Mess, Sad Peter Parker, Medical Trauma, Hydra (Marvel), Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Has a Crush, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Panic Attacks, Starvation, Child Soldiers, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Smart Peter Parker, Not Canon Compliant, Kidnapping, Hurt, Trans Clint Barton, Steve Rogers Being an Idiot, Bucky Barnes Being An Idiot, Everyone Needs A Hug, Slow Burn, Deaf Clint Barton, Eventual Happy Ending read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55583581