#but with one phone call i found him in jail in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere and then drove two hours to bail him out

[youcanthandelthetruth]

Texas 💖

[wolfieslae]

"liam saved theo from his never ending nightmare so theo saved liam from himself"

it’s no surprise to anyone, i’m a tiny bit obsessed with thiam.

when theo first arrived to the show i liked him already, i felt like he was an interesting character with an interesting backstory, i wanted to learn more. the more i did the worst it got but i kept thinking he was interesting and i liked seeing how he was able to plan his take on the pack. he managed to insert himself in the life of the characters and turned it around, when his plan failed, he still got his pack but ended up killing them all, i admit, kinda real bad, and then he got drag down to hell.

during the fifth season we found out that when he was ten he was manipulated into thinking his older sister – tara – wanted him to have her heart, because his had a genetic disorder. he believed the dread doctors when they told him they could make him better and he killed his own sister – taking her heart. he then left with them and was raised by them, raised believing that power was all that mattered and that he would be nothing and no one without it.

in season six episode six liam and hayden decided to bring him back because they needed his help with a supernatural creature in town, while hayden was more resistant, liam did not hesitate to smash kira’s sword into the ground and free theo, saving him from his never ending nightmare at the same time.

very rapidly we understood that whatever power theo might have stolen from his chimera pack – more specifically josh – he wasn’t in possession of them anymore, he was back to "classic theo" part coyote and part wolf. after he helped with the ghost rider, liam and hayden locked theo in the holding cell at the sheriff station. theo wanted out and liam wanted answer, they made a deal and liam broke the sword and with it any chance of theo going back to hell, his never ending nightmare.

when they needed him more, liam and stilinski broke theo out of jail but unfortunately the sheriff was taken and only theo and liam were left, leaving them no choice but to work together to flee the ghost riders. they – liam – had one goal, lure them away from scott, lydia and malia who were trying to get stiles back.

the both of them ended up at the hospital where, and i quote, liam said "when the ghost riders find us, i’m not gonna do anything for you, i’m not gonna help you, i’m not gonna save you, i’m gonna do exactly what you’d do to me, i’m gonna use you as bait". we all know he did not keep that promise, in fact, while fighting with a ghost rider, he pointed a gun at the one theo was fighting and shot, saving his life in the process. to "pay him back" and maybe prove that he wasn’t as bad as liam made him out to be, theo offered himself as bait.

while we all thought he had been taken in the hunt, we found out he hadn’t when out of nowhere he came back and saved liam from one of the ghost riders at the school, leaving liam able to get on with his god awful – but working – plan to get into the hunt.

while theo later on fought at the side of scott, malia and peter, he was forgotten and left alone. obligated to live in his car.

we found that out on season six episode twelve, where i noticed that the deputies coming to wake him up seemed to always wear a different uniform, did theo move around? or is the beacon county just, that big?

he was shot and didn’t come back until three episodes later (not gonna lie, these were the three most stressful weeks of my life).

when in episode twelve we found out he was living in his car, we also found out that he might have been the first target for the anuk-ite. thankfully, theo caught the spider early and got rid of it before it took his body and with it, his life.

when he came back in episode fifteen, he was hang up and tied to an electric fence in gerard and monroe’s headquarters. along with two other werewolves. when he thought he was free, he ended not being and was taken into custody.

during episode fifteen, when nolan was caught trying to sneak into the sheriff station liam automatically recognized him as the one who tried to make him shift in front of the whole school by beating him up. by scott’s reaction we understand that he might not have told him. but some of the shots during this scene were interesting, showing liam on the first plan with a close-shot accompanied by a blurry theo in the back. we understand why in the next scene that they share, in the bathroom.

theo confronts liam about what is happening, saying he will not risk his freedom. while liam first manages to stay calm during the discussion, he looses control when talking about brett and lori’s death. he punches theo before heading out and saying "i’m still working on my anger".

while we don’t know what happens between episode fifteen and episode sixteen, we understand that something might have clicked in liam’s brain, because, while he reacted poorly, theo seemed to be the only one noticing that something was wrong with liam. could this be why he brought him with him at the zoo? maybe.

it could also be because theo seems to be able to handle liam. theo has a past and liam knows it, theo doesn’t shy away in front of danger and maybe this is what liam needs at the moment? someone who will not hesitate to get in the way to stop him from doing something stupid?

there is also a line in this episode where theo says "i’m not dying out here because you want pay back against a kid who kicked your ass" and while i have no recollection of anyone explaining to theo what happened in the prior episodes with nolan and liam, maybe someone did between episode fifteen and sixteen, liam perhaps?

the car conversation is also interesting because now theo knows how bad liam has it with his anger, and the fear the anuk-ite brings is not helping "people only feel one emotion at a time liam". he also knows liam needs help "you brought me here because that thing that came out of the wild hunt is affecting you too" at this moment theo has already made up his mind, whether liam wants his help or not, he is going to get it.

and funny enough, liam doesn’t seem that resilient – oh he is yes – but not so much because deep down he knows he needs it, he also knows that whatever technique theo uses, it seems to be working because in episode seventeen, during the locker-room scene, liam calms down a bit too quickly for my liking (wrong i absolutely loved that).

theo uses reversed psychology and makes it to seem like liam would turn into a murderer, into someone like him "i’m the one with experience here", theo even uses "we" so that liam can feel more of a "bad person" because of what he might do. but in the end, it works and liam calms down.

now here is my favorite part, right after that liam asks theo "why do you keep trying to save me" and while theo answers something so dumb i don’t even want to mention it, i know it’s because liam saved him first and now theo feels obligated to return the favor (well, he does seem to enjoy it anyways).

theo can be seen in the next episode, number eighteen, right at the beginning, in the animal clinic with scott, liam and mason.

mason agrees with theo and liam doesn’t seem to like it, everything he says to or about theo seems to come out as an insult, but why? they seemed to be getting along well in the prior episode? finishing each other sentences when showing the dead bodies gabe brought them to to scott and malia? maybe because he’s starting to realize he might need theo more than he thought? and he doesn’t want to acknowledge it?

either way, theo and mason are sent to the tunnels to find aaron. they are both clearly uncomfortable being with each other but theo even more because the tunnels are where everything started and he surely does not want to stay or be here at all.

mason ends up hurt, and theo decides to try and take his pain away. first of all, great decision, it shows that he is trying to change, that he at least knows he can do it at some point and wants to. unfortunately he isn’t able "you can’t take pain if you don’t care". theo still decides to stay with mason while waiting for help.

the next time we see theo, it’s at the beginning of episode twenty, the finale. he is in his car, driving to somewhere on the phone with scott.

here are some details that don’t sit right with me. their phone call lasted twenty six seconds. there is no way theo answered the phone, got in his car, and drove to what seems to be the highway in twenty six seconds, so where was he going? was he leaving town because of what had happened with mason in the tunnels or liam’s sneaky comments at the clinic? because even after all his efforts, he is still not being accepted and knows he probably never will? probably. but i’m glad scott called and asked for his help.

he got to the hospital and saved liam’s ass – again might i add.

then, there is what is for me, their most important scene, for their relationship but also for their own character’s arc.

the elevator scene.

where they promise each other they weren’t gonna die for each other. where they lie their ass off.

i have a theory about this scene. remember the look? yes that one, the famous look down. based on my calculations, it is way too low to be directed to liam’s lips as people believe it to be, no, i think it’s directed to his chest, most importantly, his heart. because liam lied, and theo heard it. now of course theo lied too but he’s a professional he knows how to keep his heart steady.

and of course liam knows that theo knows because the look gives it away, which is why he accepts to fight with him (and damn, they make a pretty good team! i mean, that back roll? come on!) and i think in that moment they understood that no matter what, they can’t hide from this anymore, whatever this is (my money’s on anchor with a touch of love).

but in that moment i knew. i knew that because liam allowed himself to get help from theo, allowed himself to be anchored by theo, he anchored theo too. he gave him a reason and the opportunity to stay on the right path, on the path to redemption. and in that moment theo realized that he mattered, that he had a purpose.

can we also quickly talk about the small shot of theo flinching at the sound of the gun going off? when has he ever done that? he was literally raised by the dread doctors, he’s not afraid of anything, but not knowing if liam was on the other end of that gun shot scared him.

now we all know that part of why theo was able to take gabe’s pain was because he saw himself in him, the kid who trusted the wrong people and suffered the consequences, just like he did. but part of why he was able to care was because liam cared. liam gave theo a reason to care.

and this is why i love them so much. because their relationship, again, whatever it is, is special. it’s unlike any we’ve ever seen in the show. it’s important because it takes into consideration who they are on their own. it doesn’t exist just to add a relationship or a story-line to the show, it exists to fit on their own story-line, to make them better people.

as the title says, liam saved theo from his never ending nightmare so theo saved liam from himself (and fell in love with him in the process).

they are so important to me because i like when relationships have meaning, and theirs seems to be just that, meaningful.

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Chapter 11 - Friday Night's Alright For Fighting

[ FM ]

On Friday, it’s Felix’s mother’s turn to pick him up from school since he’ll be spending the weekend at her place. I briefly wonder if he’ll tell her about his new-found admiration for the enigmatic Miss Scully and for just a little bit, the petty side of me wishes he would. It’s not that she’s a bad mother per se, but she never shared a strong connection with our son and ever since the divorce, it somehow got worse instead of better.

Felix took the divorce pretty hard, lashing out at me and the teacher and kids at kindergarten. There were times when I couldn’t even recognize my own kid. Because of my background in psychology, I tried to talk to him countless times but I finally had to admit that I was too emotionally involved to really help him. So we began to see a therapist back in Washington, D.C, him and I. His mother refused to participate because “He never acts out when he’s at my place, Fox, seems to me like that’s a you-problem.” That day, only the thought of what would become of my son if I went to jail had kept me from murdering her on the spot.

We don’t stay in contact much, except for negotiating pick-up and drop-off times for Felix, and that’s about all I can handle from her. The custody battle was a hot mess, not because she particularly wanted to keep Felix, but she used it to humiliate me, dragging my abilities as a father and caretaker through the mud in front of a judge and our lawyers. I tried to keep Felix out of the court hearings, putting my foot firmly down when her lawyer suggested that we could just ask the child where he wanted to live. He was three years old at the time, fat chance I was going to let that happen.

Thankfully, we were able to convince the judge that I was willing and more than capable of caring for our son and that me working from home was a more child-friendly environment than his mother’s job, which takes her out of the country several times a month.

I take off my reading glasses and close my laptop, this trip down memory lane has put me in a sour mood. After putting away everything work-related for the weekend, I stretch my arms over my head, contemplating what to do with my free time. I don’t have any friends here yet and since I can’t meet anyone at work, I decide to walk down the street to the harbor.

The streets are pretty busy with locals and tourists alike and as I walk past the crowd that stand around the rock that marks the place where the pilgrims debarked the Mayflower back in 1620, I think to myself ‘Guys it’s just a rock. In the ground. Walled in on all four sides.’ I was pretty disappointed, if you couldn’t already guess that.

I continue my walk and pass the dock where you can usually see the Mayflower II anchored, swaying with the waves of the Atlantic. She’s an accurate and beautiful reproduction of the original ship with which the pilgrims had sailed to America, founding Plymouth Colony after 10 gruesome weeks at sea.

Currently though, the dock is empty safe for a few seagulls harassing the tourists – they have taken the ship to a shipyard in Connecticut for restoration, much to Felix’s chagrin. When he heard that we were going to move here, he spent countless hours reading up on the history of Plymouth, the Pilgrims and everything that happened afterwards. He got a real kick out of imagining the American Protestors and the British Government officials dressed up in frilly dresses and huge feathered hats, actually having a fancy tea party instead of the Boston Tea Party, which escalated the American Revolution in 1773.

His special interest, though, had been captured by the Mayflower, which is not surprising because he loves anything that’s big and can transport people or cargo. Planes, helicopters, trains, you name it, but especially ships. On the first night in our new house, he insisted that we leave the boxes packed for now and head down to the harbor, right now.

At first, always the responsible adult, I refused, but he didn’t let up, resorting to pleading with me, then he practically begged me and when I still wouldn’t budge he went in for the kill with his puppy-dog look and a pronounced pout. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. Damn, he was using my very own look against me!

The tears still came a little while after, when we reached the harbor and found the dock deserted. I wanted to kick myself for not checking if the ship was actually there or not and I had to carry a bawling, devastated Felix back to our house. He only stopped crying when I promised him that we’d go see the Mayflower II the very second she sailed back into the harbor.

After another, more pleasant, trip down memory lane, I had reached my destination: The Cabby Shack, a local bar and restaurant that is made up of an inside bar downstairs and two large decks, the lower one housing the outside bar, the upper one the restaurant.

Making my way through the crowded room, I spotted an empty seat at the bar and ordered a drink aptly named Islands of Misfits. I snorted out a laugh at how accurately it described my situation right now. Island of Misfits alright, inhabitant: 1.

I took a sip of my drink and twirled the tiny umbrella between my fingers when out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone take the seat next to me at the bar.

“Islands of Misfits, huh? Must be bad!” Looking up, I’m surprised to see that it’s Walter Skinner, my son’s principal.

“Yeah, sort of. Sorry, hello sir, it’s nice to see you!” He shakes my hand briefly and orders himself a whiskey on the rocks. Had I been a more insecure man I would’ve felt stupid for my drink choice, but as it was, if I like my drinks sweet and with a cutesy umbrella in it, then that’s what I’ll have. And don’t you dare forget the fucking umbrella!

“So Mr. Mulder, what is it, love troubles?” As a born and raised city boy I have yet to come to terms with small town frankness but I like Principal Skinner and his lack of beating around the bush.

But still, I couldn’t exactly tell him the whole truth, I don’t think he’d appreciate a Actually yes, sir, I’ve been staring at one of your teachers for every damn day of the week and when I’m not busy staring at her, I think about her all the time. I wonder if her kisses taste like strawberries and what her hair smells like. I’m driving myself slowly insane by imagining running my tongue over the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and let me tell you about the dreams I’ve been having real quick. Yeah that won’t fly.

First, he’d kick my ass into the sixth dimension and then he’d have me arrested for gross misconduct or worse, sexual harassment. Even though I’m not sure if that’s really applicable when it only takes place in your mind, it’s still inappropriate as all hell and I’m not going to test out my little theory. I don’t think I’d fare well in jail, to be honest.

So instead, I opt for a more appropriate half-version of the truth. “Yeah, sort of. I had a huge argument with my ex-wife over the phone when she was late picking our son up from school. If I had one, I think my swear jar would be able to buy me my own Island of Misfits. And what’s even worse is that I think my – our son was there to hear at least her end of the fight.” I take a miserable sip from my drink.

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Mr. Mulder. Your son’s name is Felix, right? He’s in Miss Anderson’s first grade?” Thankful for the slight change of topic, I nod.

“Yes, sir, that’s him. We got off to a rocky start but after the first week, he really loves going to school, Mr. Skinner.” The other man shakes his head and offers me his hand once again.

“Please, call me Walter. Outside of school only, of course, you understand.”

I grab his hand and give it a brief shake, smiling wryly. “Of course. I’m Fox but I make everyone call me Mulder. Even my parents. I hate my name.” He huffs out a laugh at that and I can tell that it’s a rare occasion.

“I get the feeling you’re in need of a friend on your island, Mulder not Fox.”

That I do, indeed.

Island of Maybe not such Misfits, inhabitants: 2.

Chapter 12 - A Rainbow In Its Natural Habitat

[in-love-and-jeph]

So here’s a kidfic reclist! It’s less of a reclist and more of just a list of fics for my own enjoyment... I’ve reread most of these multiple times and love them. They’re listed in order of favoritism/familiarity, but I love all of them! I’ve also included the tumblrs of authors I’m aware of. Enjoy!

**Edited because I forgot Assholes in Love by brooklinegirl smh

The Sad Dad Club by mousefrnk (@mousefrnk) // E / 85.4K /  Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Ray Toro/Mikey Way 

Ex-frontman Frank Iero is a single dad in New Jersey doing his best to raise his three girls. He meets Ray and Gerard, two dads with sons in the same class as one of his girls. Along with Gerard’s brother Mikey (who is soon to be a dad himself), they make plans to hang out every Friday, asking each other for advice and getting some much-needed adult social interaction. Thus, the Sad Dad Club is born.

The Secret Life of Bees by eudaimon (@thetiredandthedreamers) // E / 12K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Summer.

Frank and his daughter have nothing left in New York, so they hit the road and end up in the tiny town of Orpheus Falls, NY. Frank meets Gerard at a farmer's market, selling artisan honey

They start to figure things out.

Something Better by LovelyPoet // E / 18.3K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

"We all have to take jobs we don't like sometimes, you know?"

AKA - The Nanny Frank fic.

pinkish by antspaul (@girlfriend-frank) // M / 6.8K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Frank is a loser.

At twenty-four, he works in a dead-end job in a motel with no aspirations or goals, and the only person he ever really talks to is his infant daughter.

Gerard is a loser.

At twenty-eight, he works in a dead-end job in a gas station convenience store, and he has no idea how he's supposed to get his life back together after his disastrous early twenties from the seclusion of his parents' basement.

When an unlikely friendship arises between them, Frank doesn't realize how much he'll need an ally in the coming months. Then his daughter's maternal grandparents come into their lives, seeking custody of their grandchild. In an attempt to improve his chances in court, Frank accidentally-on-purpose fabricates a relationship with Gerard, tethering him to the situation and to Frank's daughter. // Part 1 of loser4loser

A Constant Work in Progress by onceuponamoon // E / 33.4K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Frank spends his time at Cedar Creek Elementary sucking at answering the phones, playing nurse, spinning in his chair, and avoiding glares from Principal Bryar.

His life gets turned upside down when his cousin Dani gets thrown in jail and he suddenly has custody of her three kids. Frank copes with the abrupt change with help from his mother, his friends, and this Gerard guy that he (sometimes literally) can't seem to quit running into.

Make It Loud by brooklinegirl // E / 31.3K / Frank Iero/Jamia Nestor, Gerard Way/Lindsey Way

How two assholes in love start a family. Part 5 of the Assholes in Love series

Envision The Magic by innocent_wolves // T / 69.4K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Gerard is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them.

That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank.

throw a little sparkle all over it by etben // M / 26.3K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Babies and associated ridiculousness. (A baby is left on the bus and the band takes care of her.)

Professional Healers by synonomy // E / 34.2K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Lindsey Ballato/Jamia Nestor

Frank never wanted to be a pediatrician.

In A Pretty How Town by fleurdeliser and tuesdaysgone // E / 22.6K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Single dad Frank Iero moves with his son to a new town. Everyone is nice, but the mayor, Gerard Way, is positively too good to be true.

I Know What It Means to Me by mistresscurvy // E / 9.1K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Gerard didn't go to his single parents support group expecting to find love, but it found him there when Frank showed up one week. A single dads AU.

The Edges by Go0se // T / 71.1K / Fun Ghoul/Original Female Character, Kobra Kid/Party Poison

How the youngest Fabulous killjoy found her name.

A ten year old who wasn't a spy, four adults who weren't parents, a diner no one could find on a map, a totalitarian government that kept trying, improbable geography, clothes that mattered, music that mattered, food that didn't matter all that much, and a cat who no one could figure out. Fun Ghoul tried to help; Party Poison needed to keep everyone alive; Kobra Kid was called on to dispense wisdom; Jet Star watched the perimeters. Grace... she just wanted to go home.

Crazy for You by sockpuppeteer // G / 2.4K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Frank's relief is almost palpable when there is someone home in apartment opposite, and, although mussed and a little bleary, he looks relatively friendly. And gorgeous, but Frank is definitely not focusing on that right now.

Goodnight, Mr. Moon by anoceanmonster // G / 1.2K / Frank Iero/Gerard Way

Christmas Eve with a family of werewolves.

A high pitched howling echoes out through the yard and their heads immediately snap to the attic window where the young boy leans out and calls in to the night. The strings of fairy lights illuminate the boy’s face with a soft glow as he stretches towards the sky and howls again.

The Lights You Make by Honestmouse (@honestmouse20) // T / 171.8K / Fun Ghoul/Party Poison, Jet Star/Kobra Kid

It's been a year since Ghoul literally stumbled onto Kobra and Party's door step.

The trio have become close in that time though just recently having begun to call themselves a crew. Ghoul and Party are helplessly attracted to each other, though for some reason denying it.

And Kobra?

Well he's just himself. A little lonely but soon he has something, or someone, to take his mind off of it.

That person however is not exactly in the best uh shape to help Kobra as he watches his brother and best friend ignore their feelings towards each other.

Also: who the hell decided it’d be a good idea to give them a baby? (rec from @whore-frank)

[nneefa]

May I ask about either “that’s my girl” or “expect the unexpected”?

Of course!

That's My Girl

This is supposed to be a compilation of 3 short stories about Omi, Clay, and Raimundo and their relationship with Kimiko, and how they all adored/loved her, but each had a funny way of expressing/showing it to her. It's intended to be humorous, because I'm of sound mind that all sorts of shenanigans pop up between them given that Kimiko is the only girl in a house full of boys.

Expected the Unexpected

An idea suddenly popped up in his head, and Raimundo perked up before shooting Omi a sideway's glance. "Hey, do we still have the Changing Chopsticks and Gills of Hamachi?" he asked.

"Rai, you'd better not be thinking what I think you are," Kimiko called out from across the corridor with unrestrained disgust, as if reading his mind.

"They took all of our Shen Gong Wu when they searched us, remember?" Omi answered bitterly, joining his side. "Why do you ask?"

Raimundo dropped his head with a loud, dejected sigh. "Not that it matters anymore, but we could've made a break for the toilet. Y'know, the ole 'flush the dead fish down the drain' routine," he explained when Omi looked at him confusedly. "They'd never even know."

"Good," Kimiko added, kicking herself off her bed to grip the bars of her cell. "Because, there's no way I'd ever swim down a filthy toilet. Who knows what's down there?" Raimundo opened his mouth to comment, but Kimiko cut him off before he could get the first syllable out. "Besides," she said pointedly, "even if we did have them, we're separated, remember? Not to mention there's cameras everywhere."

The two cameras hanging from the corridor ceiling shifted just then and the monks looked up to see their tiny, red sensors blinking at them, as if daring them to try something.

"We'd be lucky if even one of us managed to escape this place without being spotted," Omi said mildy, dropping his head to look at Kimiko. "This is most unfortunate. We don't belong here."

"Dude, we broke the law," Raimundo stated matter-of-factly. "What'd you expect? We're lucky they're even giving us a phone call."

"That may be, but it was for a noble cause!" Omi tried to argue. "If anyone deserves to be behind bars, it's Jack Spicer!"

"Too bad the cops don't see it that way," Kimiko told him with a frown. "Face it, Omi. Our only hope right now is Clay."

"Let's just hope the big guy can actually convince his old man to bail us outta here," Raimundo said. "I can't imagine what it's like to be on the other end of that phone right now."

Omi gave Raimundo a consoling pat on the back with a small smile. "Don't worry. Clay's got this in the sack."

summary: when a shen gong wu hunt goes terribly right, the last place the xiaolin monks expect to find themselves in is jail

I came up with the idea for this story when contemplating how the monks found the Cube of Haniku. For those who may not know what it does, the Cube of Haniku has the power to create ironic situations, and that's where I got the bright idea to have the Xiaolin monks thrown in jail for trying to do a good deed.

They can't contact Master Fung because they get separated from Dojo; their items and Shen Gong Wu get confiscated and everything, and they can't rely on their powers to get them out or they'll expose themselves to the police. All of this takes place in some podunk town in Texas during the evening/night. I thought it would be hilarious, given that XS takes place in the real world, so why not give them real world problems to deal with?

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Whumptober 2020 - Day 5

5. Where do you think you’re going

Clint knew that something was wrong, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Something within SHIELD was really, really wrong. He had tried to keep an eye on it but since he was assigned to the Avengers it wasn’t easy. Most of his time he was in Stark… no… Avengers Tower, then in the newly built HQ. 

But then Steve literally destroyed SHIELD because it was HYDRA infested and Nat threw all the secret SHIELD files into the internet. 

He had to get away as fast as possible. If the world found out about his past… they would throw him into jail before he could say ‘hi’. 

Fortunately he still had a few safehouses no one knew about, not even Natasha. He vanished when Nat had to appear in front of the senate. 

In Massachusetts he ran into a group of former SHIELD agents, one of the STRIKE teams. He knew them. Rumlow, Rollins, Keller, Davis. He had just tried to sell his bike to a used car dealer when they appeared. Rollins saw him first and talked into his comm.

“Fuck!” Clint cursed and looked around. The others tried to surround him but Clint had trained with them often enough, he knew how they worked. They had their hands on their guns but they haven’t drawn them yet. After all, there were still other people around them. 

Clint still had his helmet and when Keller was close he threw it. Of course they expected something like this but the tiny moment of surprise was enough for Clint to break through and jump behind one of the cars on the yard. 

“Barton!” Rumlow bellowed. “Give up! You can’t escape!” 

“Wanna bet?” Clint called back and lay down on the ground to crawl under one of the cars. He moved fast, crawled out into the open a few seconds later and sneaked behind a pick-up truck. Davis was close, he could see him looking under the cars and Clint used his chance. He moved, grabbed the man from behind and before he could call for help Clint had snapped his neck. 

He peered around the corner before he grabbed the body and threw it onto the truck bed. His gun - he had drawn it in the meantime - lay on the ground and Clint took it. 

As quiet as possible he sneaked through the rows of cars. 

“Fuck,” he cursed quietly when he saw Keller coming in his direction. Silently he took out the magazine of the gun, took out a bullet, placed it on the ground and flicked it under the cars. It made a faint sound on the ground. 

He peered again and saw Keller searching for the sound and that was distraction enough for Clint to reach the fence. He climbed and jumped over it and managed to duck behind a dumpster only a moment before a few bullets flew in his direction. 

“Barton!” Rumlow yelled but Clint ignored him. 

He was in a backstreet and he could see the street from his position. Unfortunately, they would see him, too. He peeked over the rim of the dumpster, took the gun and shot Keller. The guy dropped down and both, Rollins and Rumlow, looked in his direction… and Clint ran. 

He stopped as soon as he arrived on the street, walked at a normal pace and went into the next store. He could see Rumlow and Rollins outside, searching for him and Clint grabbed a few pants and went to the changing booth. He stayed there for a few moments longer but when the shop assistant looked at him suspiciously he shrugged and nodded at the entrance door.

“I just saw my ex outside,” he said and she nodded understandingly and let him stay for a while. 

He bought the pants when he left, he stole a car and left the city, he abandoned the car after Rumlow and Rollins found him somewhere in a godforsaken small town. He ran into them a few more times till he found out that they had bugged him. 

Clint left back everything. He bought new clothes, new shoes, a new phone… and left everything else, even his bow. He traveled by bus, he hitched a ride every now and then or he simply walked. 

And then he could finally see it. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and fields… and nothing else. The farm. His family’s farm. He was back where everything started. He was home. 

[celestialflamesme]

| KARMA AND CRAZY MIDGETS | A Venai One-shot Modern AU | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Raidyn Dreyar x Venetia Redfox

Dedicated to @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs (Lol, I can't believe that no-paragraph breaks worked😂 I fooled Tumblr, y'all!😎😆)

You'd think having a town overtaken by the mafia would make people more apprehensive, if anything. But if Magnolians were anything, they were huge (and he simply could not stress this enough) idiots.

Raidyn prided himself in not partaking in anything Fairy-esque which was more than what he could say about some of his colleagues (Yes, they named themselves Fairy 'Tail' of all things! How no one in this town even got the spelling right was beyond him....)

"Did you hear about Fullbuster and that Fernandez chick? They're together now!" Some red head he'd forgotten the name of (What! It was too late to ask her now!) stage-whispered.

"Who? Storm?"

The entire cafe burst into laughter. "Like Storm would even look at a girl that's not Nashi."

Point proven. They!! were!! on!! first!! name!! basis!! (He bet no one in this room even knew his last name, let alone first. Not that it mattered. He liked slinking in the shadows, although it was practically impossible with his snow-white hair)

Geez, did these people have no lives? They were talking about delinquents for Pete's sake! And ones that sure loved messing up the town in their infamous brawls. But did the people care? Nooooo.

Ugh, one more year and he'd be out of this whacked up place. Wiping a tabletop, he forced a smile on his face and pretended to be interested in the topic.

"Cass, I'll have a black and a burger with fries," a voice interrupted. A voice he was very familiar with.

Did he happen to mention that the most annoying one of them all had made this her hangout spot?

At 5'1, you'd think Venetia Redfox would be the least intimidating person ever. But with crimson red eyes and a Devil-may-care attitude that made up for it, no one dared mess with her. She also caused 75% of the fights in town and had a smirk straight out of a Wattpad Bad-boy fanfic.

Boy, did he hate her.

"You're gonna chip it off with that grip, Blondie."

Oh my god, she did not just-

Raidyn shot her a glare and strode to the back of the register, faintly registering a chuckle (Who the hell did she think she was?) before picking up another order.

Little Miss Redfox however sat at a corner table and continued doing whatever the hell she usually did every Tuesday and Friday for 3 hours in a row (he should know, he was there glaring at her at closing time).

But the kicker this time was, at that moment, her phone rang. You have never really seen your world end right before your eyes if you haven't seen a 5 foot psychotic looking delinquent decked in leather that drove in a motorcycle there by the way (How does one willingly ride on a metallic death-trap like that?!) mumble the words 'Cha cha real smooth' and pick up a call with the most deadpan look ever.

Raidyn almost cried. Almost.

"Are you kidding me? Do it yourself! I swear to God, you always do this shit, Dragneel!" She got up from her seat and walked out, just like she looooved doing smack dab in the middle of her classes back at Magnolia High.

Good riddance.

........

He jinxed it. Karma was such a bitch.

Though no sort of karmic revenge could explain the shit he had to go through that week.

First off, he had 4 assignments due in by the end of the week. And turns out that was the exact week his dear red-head colleague decided would the perfect time for a vacation (It's the middle of September, where in hell's name was she planning to go to?)

Guess who had double shifts now?

This clown.

Ugh. Talk about chivalry and all that loyalty shit.

And yes, of course his car had to break down, and the local bus had to change it's schedule, which left him with his last resort: walking 4 and a quarter miles to school (Oh, he found that out the hard way all right) to college. Nashi and the Fullbuster kid (He sure loved walking around shirtless a little too much) decided to brawl (again) and bam, his locker got caught in the crossfire.

In fact things were so overly shitty that he became skeptical come Thursday when the day seemed relatively normal.

"You've been scowling all week, Dreyar. Anything the matter?"

Raidyn snapped out of his reverie and groaned. "Dad, why not just call me by my name like any normal person would?"

"Because that doesn't build-"

"CHARACTER!! WE GET IT!" His mom, Mirajane mimicked with a scowl. "Well, we're just going to get two Happy meals and then we're off, honey!"

He faintly registered Hunter snickering in the background (How immature. Raidyn wasn't one to get embarrassed by his parents. Plus, none of it would ever compare to the Disco Fiasco of 2001. How else do you think he got his car? Sweet, sweet guilt-tripping....)

The day buzzed past but his suspicions only intensified tenfold. (Call him a pessimist, he didn't care) And like a bull in a China shop, a tiny midget Redfox (the one and only) strut in.

Now, he was behind the counter at that moment handling the red-head (he really ought to learn her name someday) so he didn't notice 5 feet of brute strength that climbed up behind him and dragged him (poor, unsuspecting him) into the supply closet.

Oh no, he was not kidding. The supply closet. Of all the places the perpetrator could've-

The lights flickered on and he screeched (What? Any human would!) at the red irises staring determinedly into his own non-red eyes. (Seriously, were those even real?) Raidyn wasn't scared of no judgement, what did scare him (maybe not that much, now that he knew who those belonged to) was Satan's minion and her RED AS FUCK EYES! LIKE SERIOUSLY-

Clearing his throat and trying to salvage some faux dignity after that dramatic display, he grunted, "Touch me one more time and you're-"

"Yeah, yeah I get it, big guy. Look, I need a favour."

Venetia Redfox crossed her arms and stood threateningly in front of the entrance.

Who was she kidding? "Nope," he muttered and swerved right around her and made his way to the counter. (Pipsqueak. She really should've seen that coming.)

And right as he turned right towards the display case, he found her leaning against it with her shoulder, looking bored. "Yes. And now."

How the- PPHIGXUTDUTZUT- HOW DID SHE JUST-

"Parkour." She deadpanned.

Raidyn gave Venetia a long, long look and sighed, striding towards her. Her smirk widened in anticipation as-

He picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE- THIS IS HARASSMENT!!"

"Technically, you cornered me first," he stated matter-of-factly and dropped her on her feet (she looked like a hissy kitten, hmm.) Then proceeding to close the doors at her, he picked up a poster of her (he kept posters of all of them for a day like this. Ah, foreboding luck. He could feel it.) and pinned it onto the front door.

BANNED: VENETIA REDFOX

(Was he even allowed to do that, you might ask, but bah, who cares? Rabid girls are a nationwide threat.)

.................

As he wrapped up and prepared to leave, Raidyn had a niggling feeling he forgot something very, very crucial. Uh-

A body collided onto his own and climbed (I kid you not) him (THE FUCK KIND OF ANIMALS DID MAGNOLIA OWN?) before a tiny, rough hand muffled him. Oh no.

"Yoph kiphing mmph!" Raidyn groaned.

"I need you to teach me how to solve a Rubix Cube."

What. Excuse Raidyn for not knowing, but was Rubix cube some mafia codeword for mafia stuff? Stealing a car, fighting goons, skipping classes or drug dealing? Raidyn Dreyar had a long jail-free life ahead of him, mind you.

BUT SERIOUSLY, SOLVE A RUBIX CUBE?! HOW FRICKING RANDOM WAS THAT?! WHO EVEN TOLD HER HE KNEW HOW TO SOLVE ONE? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THIS GODFORSAKEN TOWN?!!!

(Some might say he really had to stop reading those novels his mom bought. Some might be right. Whatever.)

Back to the topic on hand, he mumbled inaudibly. Her cropped hair tickled the sides of his face as she squinted at him, "What?"

Was she kidding right now? He pointed at her hand covering his mouth and her eyes widened as she let out a nervous laugh. (Geez, talk about stupid.)

He took in a deep breath and shook her off him. She stood there patiently (As patiently as a Redfox could, anyway.) as he straightened his shirt.

"First things first, NO!" And he stalked away.

He registered a groan from behind him and quickened his pace. However, the midget in question managed to propel herself at break-neck speeds and no joke, TACKLED him.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

"GET OFF ME, YOU PSYCHOTIC-"

Karma was such a bitch.

Macao, the guard standing by the parking lot, huffed, "They don't pay me enough for this."

...............

The only reason he was doing this was because she offered to fix up his car. (How did she even know it wasn't starting?) Also because it had been a while since he brushed up on his Rubix skills. Also because he wanted to get rid of the midget before she followed him home. (He figured his mom and dad would ENJOY her presence and replace him with her. He had crazy parents.)

Everyday she'd make sure to meet him (mostly by cornering him in the hallways) and in exchange for these classes, she'd work on his car at the weekend.

The first time she came over to his house (to work on his car, but he didn't know that) was rather embarrassing because he kinda sorta thought she was a burglar and locked his garage, yelling at the top of his lungs. His dad, Laxus came out with a taser (Dad sure loved his tasers.) Of course, when he finally opened the garage doors, he was met with an unimpressed look from the Redfox in question. (God, he was such a drama queen.)

The midget had a lot of trouble twisting her hands at the beginning of her sessions and he loved teasing her about her 'butter fingers' every time she accidentally flung the cube across the room or out the window in one rare occasion.

You know, she was kind of fun to have around.

"And that's the algorithm! You're all done!" He cheered, glad to have this behind him.

"Geez, you don't have to sound that excited to get rid of me." Venetia teased.

"What? No....." He feigned innocence.

"D'aww, admit it, you enjoyed my company."

"Please, more like I was scared for my life." He mumbled. She snorted.

"Catch you later, alligator."

Did she just- "NO WAY, JOŚE!" (That was lame even for him. Gosh dang it, she was laughing at him....)

Fricking Redfox.

......................

That weekend, Raidyn thought he deserved a good ol' evening out with his friends/colleagues (technically it was the manager that suggested it and he tagged along for the heck of it. He wasn't much of a social person, per se.)

He guessed Karma was still on a streak when Venetia Redfox entered the very same place they'd chosen for karaoke night and sat herself on one of the tables in front of them. And proceeded to order nothing.

The raven-head didn't even have her notebook (that always made her look disarmingly tiny) or her phone. Oh well, she must've been waiting for someone.

As the hours passed, he found himself exceedingly irritated for no reason.

"Who in their right mind would stand up The Venetia Redfox?" His colleagues whispered (rather loudly, according to him) and she just tapped her fingers away, oblivious to it all.

Fine, whatever.

"Sup." He towered over her and greeted, moving to take a seat next to her.

She blinked at him.

Okay, you couldn't exactly judge him. She was a regular and tipped good and people were being annoying about her and oh, her tapping was distracting and he had a massive headache coming. That's all. Simple as that.

"Don't you have better shit to do?" Red irises stared at him impassively.

"What are you doing here by yourself?" He asked coolly.

"Well, Nashi was supposed to-"

"I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M-" Both tilted their heads just in time to see Nashi ram into the glass doors. The now groaning pinkette was sprawled on her butt in front of the entrance. "Fricking doors."

"That's her." Venetia deadpanned. Raidyn shook his head sympathetically.

"Heyo Ven! Heh, kinda lost track of time beating Frostbite at Mario Kart," her doe eyes scanned him. "Raidyn! I didn't know you guys were friends!" She grinned.

Raidyn gave her a two-finger salute in greeting.

Nashi's eyes suddenly widened in realisation. "YOU'RE TEACHING HER THE RUBIX?!"

"Uh..."

"Yup." Venetia smirked. "He's a great teach. His parents have taken me in as their own."

"WAIT! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?! HOW WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS?!"

"Just like that, Blondie. What can I say? It's the charm," She grinned at his bewildered face.

"You guys are all ready for the challenge then?" Nashi wiggled, now nervous, "Ven, I didn't mean to drag you into this, but Clint was-"

"It's cool, dumbass." Venetia shrugged. "Ain't your fault that they're dipshits."

At his confused look, Nashi clarified, "People like picking on us just because we're Fairies and held to the same standards as our parents. This frat dude decided he had to prove he was smarter than the Fairies and decided to pick a Rubix cube challenge of all things." She rolled her eyes. "Bet he taught he was real original thinking that one up."

"Bet he did." Storm scoffed. (Wait, what?)

"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"

"From- the front door?" Storm scratched his head in genuine confusion. (As if Raidyn was the weird one that sneaked up behind people like a stalker!)

Nashi facepalmed. "Why the heck are you here, Frostbite?"

"Just like that."

"Gosh, you're so annoying."

"Wanna say that to my face, Flamebrains?!" Storm yelled. (Oh, not again....)

"Guys, please don't...." Raidyn said, but both didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

"I SAID YOU'RE ANNOYING! FIGHT ME!" She threw a punch at him and before he knew it both were throwing napkin holders and vases at each other.

Venetia seemed to be enjoying the show, and pulled him to the back of the room, "This might take a while," she stated. "Wanna grab a milkshake?"

Well, he was kind of craving one. "Why not?"

..................

Today was the day of Venetia's challenge and Raidyn found himself nervous.

"You sure they won't wreck the place?" He grumbled for the umpteenth time.

Venetia groaned. "Do you have no faith in my abilities, Dreyar?"

"Nope. None whatsoever."

She raised an eyebrow, "Shame on you, then. I wouldn't let a good friend lose his job on my behalf. Dally ho, now!" She cheered.

He blinked at her, giving her a small reluctant smile. "Kick ass, Ven."

She tilted her head toward him and gave him a grin that knocked the breath out of him. "Thanks, Raidyn."

Shit. When did- when did she get so pretty?

"Look who we have here. You sure you're in the right place, Redfox?" A voice condescended. The owner of the voice was a grimy looking kid that looked like one of those middle-school spelling-bee losers that bragged about it whenever they met someone new.

"Clint." Venetia deadpanned.

Raidyn broke out into a fit of laughter, making 'Clint' (What kind of sad name was that?) glare at him. (Oh please, Little Clint was totally quaking in his boots! Why'd he even bother coming?)

"Let's begin then! Pick a shuffler." Clint drawled.

Venetia picked Nashi while Clint, after a moment of deliberation, picked one of his gang-mates (What did they call it? The Math club?)

"You may begin."

Both Nashi and the grimy dude shuffled for the better of 15 seconds. Clint just scoffed and clicked like a pretentious know-it-all, making comments like, "You're making it easier by shuffling harder, you know. Make it tougher for me, Nashi dear."

Raidyn had to give it to the pinkette, he would've smacked the teen by now.

"Okay," the referee, Storm cheered, (even though he looked like he was ready to kill Clint) "Timer starts, NOW!"

Both twisted and turned the cube furiously, Venetia sticking her tongue out in concentration while the teen twisted his arms like a man possessed.

"I'M DONE!" Venetia dropped the cube with a thud onto the table. "How's that for a Redfox?"

"E-excuse me? That's insane! It's only been," Clint checked the timer like the sore loser he was, "31 seconds!"

"Too bad," she smirked. (Well shit, that was hot...)

"I demand a rematch!"

Nashi moved to protest, but Venetia silenced her with a hand, "Whatever you say, kid..."

"This time, we swap cubes!" He whined like the little weasel he was.

3 minutes later, the rematch began and Venetia plopped her cube on the table with a glare.

"You think you're smart giving me a faulty cube, don't you?"

"And I'm done!" The weasel had the nerve to say. "I don't know what you're talking about Venetia, I used the same cube and it worked just fine. Maybe it was a stroke of luck on your part the first tim-"

He couldn't finish his tirade because Raidyn took that opportunity to check the cube (He didn't have to though, he believed Venetia enough to know she wouldn't make up excuses.) and yeeted it at his face like he'd been itching to do from the moment he saw the turd.

"YOU IDIOT! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS-"

"GET HIM!"

"OH NO, YOU DON'T!" Nashi growled, "I'M ALL FIRED UP NOW!"

Oh dear.

Okay, maybe the fight wouldn't get too big, these were scrawny kids after a-

Yeah, Nashi Dragneel just flipped a table on them.

There goes his job.

"GO, NASHI!" His manager cheered. (Okay, thank God this town was crazy.) "Raidyn! You can take the day off, kid. Have fun!"

Storm chose that moment to enter after his momentary toilet-break. "I WAS GONE FOR 3 MINUTES, WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL?!"

"JOIN US, STRIPPER!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

Venetia, unbothered by the chaos behind her, pulled him by the arm, her eyebrows furrowed at him, "Well, I tried. But hey, looks like you still have your job. That's a win, right?" She scratched her neck, laughing.

He sighed, putting caution to the wind. This was Ven after all. "Ice-cream date? My treat for today's win."

A smile erupted on her face, "Only if we take my bike there."

.............

Bonus (That no one asked for):

"Okay, so you have to grip it right. Not too tight. Just enough to nudge it in the right direction." Venetia explained, from where she was seated in front of him on the death tra- bike.

Raidyn nervously laughed, "I've got this in the bag, I don't know what you're worried about." The tilt in his voice gave away his panic, however. She raised an eyebrow.

"Humor me then."

Okay.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

GO!!

"DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES, YOU IDIOT!!" Venetia screeched. She reached over and took over the handlebars just in time as they nearly crashed into a tree Raidyn was headed for.

He got off the bike and tripped, falling face-first on the ground. Fricking Jelly-legs. "I am never riding that death trap again." Raidyn groaned.

"What the heck?!" Venetia questioned, bewildered. "How'd you even get your driver's ed with such sucky basics?"

"IT'S A DEATH TRAP, THAT'S WHY!!"

"OF COURSE IT'S A DEATH TRAP IF YOU'RE NOT LOOKING WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!"

"Fight me Ven, I'm never getting on that thing again!"

"Too bad, I have to drop you back home too." The sneaky devil dared smirk at his plight.

Fricking Karma.

He wouldn't have it any other way, though.

.............

[theotherackerman]

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan.

NOTES:

Saturday, January 16th

chapter seventeen: taught me some hard lessons

Levi had always held a certain disdain for the Reiss family.

They were not the only ones in town with money.

In fact, Levi was sure, as the only living male Ackerman, he currently had more than the Reiss family.

Unlike the Reiss family who had dropped all their money into a company, the Ackermans had invested.

How many bank accounts were out there in his name?

Not to mention the money from Kenny alone for doing all of Rod’s dirty work.

Levi hated the Reiss family.

He blamed Fritz Pharmaceuticals for his mother’s death, blamed Kenny too.

How had Kenny work for a company that made medicine and let his own little sister die?

Levi had been eleven when he had come to live with Kenny, when Kuchel died.

That began his down spiral.

Because why had his mother who had done nothing but good have to die?

Why did she have to suffer with kidney failure and liver failure?

Why was he so fucking powerless to watch her in a hospital bed while machines beeped?

Why didn’t Kenny save her?

If Uri was so good of a boss, why didn’t Kenny just ask him to fix it?

Why did none of this matter?

Levi was angry.

That anger fueled Levi for a very long time.

He created his path.

He’d get into fights.

He’d get suspended.

He’d ended up in a jail a few times.

No one dared to expel or press charges against  him. He was Kenny Ackerman’s ward. One didn’t mess with Kenny unless you wanted a very unpleasant visit.

A lawyer.

What a joke that was.

Sure, Kenny had the degree and on paper he was Fritz Pharmaceuticals' lead member of their legal team.

But everyone knew the truth.

If money couldn’t buy silence, Kenny had other ways of persuading someone.

Eventually, Levi’s hate for the company sizzled. He had joined the military, leaving those feelings behind.

Or so he thought.

Levi stood on the balcony outside his room in the cold night air. He hadn’t been able to sleep despite trying over and over.

He had seen how Mikasa had been.

He knew Mikasa would never say how much it bothered her to lose her songs. He knew she would pretend like it didn’t because her love for Historia outweighed her love for her music.

Mikasa reminded him of his mother.

That undying love of other people.

Maybe that’s why he loved Mikasa so much. That kid had changed everything for him. It would never be enough that when he left this world, he’d be leaving her all of the Ackerman fortune.

Some things she didn’t even know about like the money she’d get when she’d turn twenty five or when she got married. How much he had squirreled away into accounts, stocks, and bonds all in her name. He didn’t want her to have to worry about money or anything else ever in her life.

Sure, Levi could set up an anonymous buyer and try to buy the songs back. It would be awfully suspicious though. He knew out of spite Rod wouldn’t sell.

Besides, someone needed to teach that man a lesson. Levi walked back into his room and closed the doors to the balcony.

Sawney and Bean were sound asleep on his king size bed.

Levi sighed as he walked over to the wall that held a large painting that his mother had painted.

He pulled it down, a safe behind it. He put in the code.

Inside, sat the box that Eren had sent Mikasa along with the letter Levi had found on the floor.

Along with it sat several thick file folders. Levi pinched his nose before he sighed again.

This was going to open a can of worms that could not be shut back.

He flipped through the folders until he found the one he was looking for.

D.F. was written in Kenny’s handwriting.

He flipped through the folder even though he knew the contents.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He tossed the folder back into the safe and closed the safe.

He gently hung his mother’s painting back on the wall to cover it.

Was he doing the right thing?

He always told Mikasa to do the thing she regretted least.

Maybe he should take his own advice.

He pulled his phone out and made a call. He wasn’t expecting the other person to answer so it did not surprise him when they did.

“You said to give you a call if I had any information on your mom. Well, I do. I don't know what your plan is exactly but I’m in. You’re going to ask what’s changed because you’ve always got to prod into my brain. It’s simple. He fucked with my kids.”

Levi simply ended the call after that.

---------------

Sasha had woken the entire house up.

“I made pancakes!” She called and suddenly the kitchen was swarmed with people. Levi had already been sitting at the table with Sawney and Bean. Sasha brought two tiny plates over for the dogs that had tiny pancakes on them. The dogs quickly gobbled them up.

“Sasha, have I ever told you how much I love you?” Ymir asked before taking another bite of her pancake.

“Rarely,” Sasha snorted.

“Well, I love you or maybe I just love you’re cooking.”

“Way to ruin the moment, Ymir.”

Mikasa placed a cup of peppermint tea in front of Annie.

“Thank you,” Annie said before taking a drink.

Mikasa shrugged, “sure.”

Sasha was still busy flipping pancakes.

“Hey, when that’s finished, just bring it over to my plate over here,” Ymir laughed.

There was a knock on the door.

“I swear if that’s another letter…” Levi said before standing up.

They heard the door open and a very familiar voice filled the house.

“And that’s how my key broke,” Hange said as they entered the kitchen.

“We’ll get another copy today,” Levi sighed as he sunk down into his chair.

Sawney and Bean immediately began running and jumping around Hange’s legs.

“I missed you two! Have you been good?” Hange asked as they kneeled down and petted both of them.

“Hey Hange, did you hear what Dad got us?” Ymir smirked.

“I’m not your father,” Levi mumbled.

“The recording equipment? I did. Thanks for finding those bugs. They will be great for my entomology class,” Hange said before sitting at the table.

“You want any pancakes, Hange? There’s plenty,” Sasha asked as she put more down on Ymir’s plate.

“Sure! Thank you, Sasha,” Hange said as they sat down on the other side of Levi.

Sawney and Bean began chasing each other through the house.

“Were any of those bugs...you know…..alive?” Ymir grimaced.

“Oh no! They are specimen jars. Not alive at all. Very useful in class. Armin isn’t even in that class this year but I couldn’t pass up on showing him the pictures Levi sent me. He found them just as interesting as I did.”

“Wish you would have been here when we found them,” Ymir muttered before eating.

“If you find any more, let me know,” Hange smiled before Sasha sat down a fresh plate of pancakes down in front of Hange. “Thank you, Sasha,” Hange smiled.

“With Kenny, that’s possible,” Levi muttered.

“I thought you said you got rid of all of them!” Ymir exclaimed.

“I did and then you found more,” Levi replied before he took a drink of coffee.

Ymir groaned.

There was another knock on the door. Levi sighed as he got up.

“Sorry,” Armin said as he came into the house.

“Armin!” The group in the kitchen shouted.

The removing of shoes could be heard before Armin appeared in the kitchen.

“Hi, sorry. I had to talk to Moblit. We’re corradating so I can be Hange’s assistant starting this summer,” Armin said as he sat down on the other side of Hange. “Means more money for the baby,” he smiled at Annie.

“Yeah?” Annie beamed at him.

“And I’m staying until Monday afternoon so I can go to the doctor with you on Monday.”

“Good, then you can move what little shit you have left here into Annie’s room,” Levi remarked.

“Why?” Armin asked, confused.

“We’re gonna need room.”

“For what?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe the baby that’s coming. Plus, if I’m hiring contracts in here to put up walls in the basement, I might as well have them paint the baby room ahead of time.”

Annie was not a very touchy person sometimes.

She didn’t like public displays of affection.

However, this one time, she stood up from her chair and ran over to Levi. She hugged him and Levi just froze.

He finally patted her on the back.

She let go and returned to her seat.

“Thank you,” Annie mumbled as she sat down.

Levi waved his hand in the air, “anyway, they'll need soundproof down in the basement too. This recording equipment picks up everything so once you all get it cleaned out, I’ll give them a call.”

“Quick question, who is going to run the recording stuff?” Ymir asked.

“Me,” Levi replied before taking another drink of coffee.

“Yes!” Sasha yelled. “We finally got Levi to do something with us!”

“Hange, did you see the selfie he took with us last night?” Historia asked as she picked up her phone.

Levi groaned.

“I didn’t!”

Historia held the phone up and Hange’s smile grew.

“That’s such a great photo! Why aren’t you smiling? We should print it out and hang it over the fireplace!”

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Over an hour away, Zeke Jaeger’s house was having a very difficult morning.

Practice for The Restorationists had not been going very well as of late.

Floch had always been one to cause conflict.

I n fact, Zeke wasn’t sure why Eren had asked Floch to be in the band. He wasn’t an extraordinary bassist. He was just okay. Half the time Floch picked fights with Niccolo and Floch only listened to Zeke half the time.

Today was a very important rehearsal for The Restorationists. This was a song that was very important to Eren.

However, Floch seemed to be six notes a head of everyone else.

Niccolo was losing his patience and Eren couldn’t blame him.

“You’re way too fast on that part,” Niccolo said before throwing his drumstick at Floch.

“Ow! Stop throwing those things at me!” Floch picked up the drumstick and threw it back at Niccolo.

“Then play on beat!”

“How about you keep a steady beat?”

“How about you suck my…”

“STOP IT!” Zeke yelled. He had become fed up with the fighting. He felt like he was dealing with preschoolers. It was supposed to be a relaxing hobby with his brother but right now, it was making Zeke want to pull his hair out. Eren looked up at the ceiling of Zeke’s living room. This was getting old.

“You two need to get your shit together. Floch, Niccolo is right. You’re too fast. Niccolo, don’t throw your drumsticks at Floch. Throw the cymbal next time,” Zeke said.

Niccolo laughed.

“Not cool, Zeke,” Floch responded.

“You know Pieck can play bass too,” Zeke suggested before he took off his guitar and sat it down on the stand.

“You’re going to replace me with Pieck? Really? After all we’ve been through?”

“Stop whining,” Eren finally spoke up. “It’s getting old. Practice outside of our practices. Besides, this song isn’t about you, Floch.”

“Oh no, right. It’s about Mikasa. Like every other fucking song we play is about her. What’s so magical about her? Sex that good? She got a golden…”

Floch didn’t get to continue as Eren punched Floch right in the jaw.

“Don’t you ever talk about her like that again!” Eren yelled as he pinned Floch to the ground.

Zeke grabbed Eren by the waist and pulled him off of Floch.

Floch thought this was a good idea to take a sucker punch at Eren.

Zeke let Eren go but before either Eren or Zeke could do anything, Niccolo gave Floch a swift kick to the groin.

Floch fell to the ground.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Niccolo smirked.

“When you can stand, get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back,” Zeke ordered. “I’ll get you something for your face, Eren.”

Zeke disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared with an ice pack for Eren’s face.

Eren and Zeke sat on the large couch that had originally been in Grisha’s basement. Niccolo sat down on the loveseat across from it.

Floch stayed on the floor for a bit before he got up. He angrily put his bass into the case and then stormed out of the house. He slammed the door behind him.

“He did not just slam my door,” Zeke said as he stood up from the couch. He walked over to the front door. “Hey asshole! This door costed more than you fucking car! Don’t slam shit that’s not yours! You could have broken the glass in it!”

“It’s probably good that your brother lives in the middle of nowhere.” Zeke heard Niccolo say as he went out the door.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Eren replied as Zeke closed the door.

Floch scrambled to his car.

"You are out of the band, you fucker!" Zeke screamed at Floch.

Floch got in his car and drove away.

Zeke sighed as he pulled his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket.

Just as he had lit the cigarette, his phone began to go off.

PIECK FINGER showed up on the scene. Zeke sighed again as he answered.

“How is your morning going? Because I just had a brawl in my living room,” Zeke replied.

“Not nearly that exciting. What happened?” Pieck’s voice rang out.

“Floch was being a fucking asshole. Eren punched him, then I stopped him from really hurting Floch. Then Floch sucker punched him so Niccolo kicked him in the groin. Then the bastard had the nerve to slam my front door. I could have fucking killed him.”

“There is a lake outside your house...but it might be suspicious.”

“So I have no bassist currently.”

“I don’t know why you didn’t just ask me to begin with.”

“Because you are always busy. Between the galas and your photography. Not to mention the art commissions you have been recently taking on.”

“Can we not talk about galas right now?”

“Why? Did you not meet your latest lover at one?”

“Ugh! Do not call him that.”

“You still owe me details about how that whole situation came to be. Oh. I got a voicemail from Levi this morning. It was about my mother. I am heading over there to pick up the information.”

“What? I thought he said he didn’t have any.”

“I knew he did. There was no way Kenny Ackerman would not have information on my mother.”

“Let me know what you find out.”

“I will. I will call you when I get back.”

“Okay. Talk to you then,” Pieck replied before she hung up.

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Eren removed the ice pack from his face. “How bad is it?”

“Nothing too bad. Just red. Does it hurt?”

Eren shook his head, “I’ve had a lot worse but I’m not going to argue with Zeke about putting ice on it.”

“Yeah, I won’t either,” Niccolo laughed.

Zeke calmly reentered the house and shut the door behind him.

“So do we have a body to hide now?” Eren asked.

“No, I just kicked him out of the band. He was shit anyway. Then I smoked as I talked to Pieck. I have to go to Levi’s today. You’re coming with me,” Zeke said before he grabbed his coat off of the coat rack.

“Why do you have to see Levi?” Eren was confused. He didn’t even know Zeke and Levi ever really talked.

“Stuff,” was all Zeke replied.

“Can I tag along too? Sasha lives there too and we haven’t got to hang out much,” Niccolo asked.

“Sure,” Zeke shrugged.

“Okay, but what stuff?” Eren asked as he stood up and grabbed his coat off of the rack.

“I’ll explain once we get there,” Zeke replied as he walked back towards the front door.

Eren looked over at Niccolo who just shrugged as Niccolo grabbed his coat.

They made their way over to Zeke’s car before heading off in the direction towards Levi’s house.

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Blood tears and sea breeze

Hi! I wrote this at 1:46 in the morning, in the middle of a night shift on a saturday and I have some things to say:

It took me so long to finish this story for many reasons, first of all I got a full time job at the hospital and we got a lot of covid and not covid patients so that was physically and emotionally draining. Secondly I just lost inspiration, my life became one responsibility over the other and I had no more time to me, so I went in autopilot mode and tried to do the best I could.

And suddenly the year ended and I realized how much I missed, and finally something wonderful and magical happened. The love of my life proposed to me and I felt alive again,

I change jobs, I'm now a Resident so now I'll have even less time than before but I have so much more hope for the future. So here it is the end, may we read each other again, but for now this the conclusion of this story, told in three parts because it became longer than I thought

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Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

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Chapter 21: Shadows...

The light inside the narrow corridor was flickering, maybe some old installation, how appropriate, the youngest of the Langfors thought, and old dusty and cold place, to keep the one responsible for all her tragedy.

Looking at her in the tiny space, covering her body with a blanket, she looked pathetic and yet she dare to have that stupid concerned look on her eyes, like she was the one about to go to jail, and not the other way around. Because her plan had worked, it all have worked out so perfectly, and now all that was left for Ash to do was saying goodbye.

Y/N was silent waiting for her to say anything, but she couldn't speak, no yet, she needed to see her like that, to keep in her mind that memory, she needed to remind the pain, because those were the only moments she felt alive.

"Was it something I did?" Y/N had a cautious tone, almost afraid to upset her, it was almost offensive, I'm not going to explode, she tought, I'm not a lunatic, but the familiarity of her concern pleased her. "How can I fix it?" Y/N plead and Ashley finally and looked at her, the fluorescent ceiling lamps gave the white room a blue shine but she was almost sure, as always, that the blue light was coming from her.

"It was just a card mommy" She said and before she could add something about how all the other children at preschool made one, the quick and hard stinging pain of a crop aimed at her side made her five year old body fall to the ground.

"Just a card? A card to a whoreson peasant" He and his stupid need to call himself royalty. There was no ounce of royal blood in him since at least three generations prior but he couldn't left it rest. "No daughter of mine will go around making a fool of herself by fraternizing with bastards in need, you are not some common whore and you will not bring shame to this house" he said about to strike another hit with the crop but she run, and left her room to the backyard, they will catch her in no time of course but she just wanted some air.

She didn't understand half of the words his father said, and definitely none of his stupid hate. She felt so alone, so sad and so empty, but she like it out there, she could look at the blue sky and the blue ocean meeting in the horizon, the beach was kilometers from her but was visible from her house, and specially she could see her, the tiny girl always happy and dancing with her mother and her older sisters, she was desperate to talk to her since she spotted her on day from her window, she wanted to know what she did to make her mother hold her like that, to make her father kiss her and give her presents every other day...

Ashley closed her eyes and shut the pain away like she always did, she needed to remember that pain, but then a tiny soft touch on her shoulder make her look up, there she was covered in a beautiful blue light, with a white dress, concerned look on her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" She asked, Y/N had jumped the fence from her house the moment she saw Ashley running. "Is it because your dress is torn? I can fix that, so your mommy won't be mad. Come on." She gave her a hand and she was sure she would never let her go, and for the years to come she didn't, until now.

"He was mine, and you took him, that's what you did" She said finally "Like you always do"

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"Forensics are on their way" Katie said once she entered the room again, the blood on the bodies looked fresh enough to know this was recent, other elements of the force have been there the day before arresting Langford and his sister said the parents where upset when she left them...

"Hey, what is a Baronet?" Derek asked, already gloves in hads and protectors on his feet "Is not like a actual royalty is it?"

"No, is the lowest rank and I think you have to pay for it and have land or something, why?" She asked putting on her gloves as well.

"A very old framed portrait of a guy, it says it's a baronet" He said showing it to her. A rapid Google search later and they found out that in fact Mr Langford's grandmother Dame Mildred Langford was the last Baronetess in their line, subsequently his father, Mildred's child born in 1946 chose to not keep the title and the nobility ended there.

There were many signals of adoration towards the woman, but very little towards his father.

"Langford is almost forty, so he was born around 1980, let's asume his father was 20 when he had him...Do you happen to know royalty gossip in broadchurch from the 1960s?" Katie said looking at the necks from the victims, there was a lot of hate and anger in there.

"No but I know someone who might" Ramos took out his phone and start calling "it may take a while, you should check the other room while I'm here... Hola tita? Como estas? Oye me pasas a tito por favor? It's a work thing please" Katie gave him a puzzled look. "My grandmother remarried to a English guy shut up!" He said while she exited the room. "Hola tito, I have a question for you"

The rest of the house was like the exterior, it surely had seen better days, old fashioned furniture and mold growing in some places, the only place remotely modern was in Langford's sister room, all pink an glittery, with 90s pop stars posters on the walls, the place was torn however, someone had been seeking something frantically there, Katie looked in the open window she could see next door house, smaller, and vacant but somehow happier. And in the backyard there was a pile of apparent garbage with flames and smoke coming out of it, with smoke still coming out of it and she run downstairs.

By the time she arrived at the backyard Ramos was already putting down the fire and trying to pick something before it was too late.

It was mostly old photographs in albums in the style of the framed picture in the livingroom. What probably were letters were now completely burn and in the middle of all the ashes there was a wooden box that miraculously haven't succumb to the fire yet.

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"Broadchurch police open now" Brian was about to tear the door down but nobody open, and even with Hardy screaming and putting out his gun the place looked abandoned.

"Looks pretty empty" Not only the deli but also the street, it was possible they hadn't open the whole morning "Are you sure she said the deli?" He said looking at the back alley next to the Trader's. But Brian didn't answer, he was trying the phone once again trying to reach her, and Hardy thought of how much would he loved to hear that stupid ringtone of Miller's phone when suddenly the muffled notes of the song he now will love for ever, whatever the fuck it was, came from behind the deli.

They rushed to the door of the back of the restaurant where they probably downloaded supplies and before they could agree on their actions they pushed the door down, of course it was empty apart from some vegetables but the sound was not coming from there, it was coming from behind the door of the freezer, where a fine line of light was coming maybe indicating the last hope they had.

They opened the door and Hardy's heart must be stronger than he had thought because he almost died with horror at the sight of Miller unconscious, with the skin completely pale, and the hair and her lashes covered in frost, with only a tiny mist coming out her mouth indicating she was still alive.

A millisecond after their initial shock they took her out and before she fall asleep again she was conscious enough to see both of the men she loved and to look at Alec and whisper a silent "Thank you"

****

"Maybe it would be easier if you told me how I stole him" you said, with the same tone you use to have for misbehaving children, specially since now you could not see an adult in front of you, only a very scared children, and very sorrow eyes. "I'm pretty sure I was already dating him when I introduce him to you and Charles, we were kind of apart at the time because of the Deli..."

"Oh you really are as stupid as you look don't you" she said irritated, but the superiority in her voice made you think she had bite, and she confirmed it when she continued "Do you happen to know how hard it is to win money with a Deli? Because I certainly don't, that restaurant and your idea of working there would have ruined me if it wasn't because I found a way to save myself"

She then proceeded to explain to you how she, Charles and that monster of a doctor that had treated you before worked together luring young rich men into buying rohypnol to drug innocent girls, only that the "innocent girl" in question happened to be a very alert and awake Ashley, so when they arrived at some hotel or secluded place Charles would extorsion them in order to "keep quiet" Easy money at expenses of creeps, and no victims, until she meet Jonathan.

"I texted Charles to let that one go, and we talked all night, I knew then and there that he loved me and that he was the one... he promised to call the next morning, but you have to appear, with your prudish routine, you stole the only man that ever loved me for me" she said and part of you believed her, but part of you was sure she was lying somehow.

"Then when we meet again he tried to denied it, he tried to pretend he didn't remember, he even proposed to you but at the end he couldn't keep it in for any longer and he came back to me" she said with an expression of triumph in her face like she was looking at something that was not there and for the first time since she arrived you felt angry at her, and disgusted by her smile.

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"So Langford's father was a crazy old fuck, who hated his father's for loosing the title in order to be one with his people, apparently they have an old factory here in broadchurch, and all his workers love the man, when he died his child try by any means to regain the title and he lost the factory, the land and the family money, he only had this house... a tough environment to grow" Derek said once the box was safe out of the fire. "Also you are invited to my aunt Nicole's birthday party" he said a little embarrassed.

"Is your grandmother cooking? I'm in" Katie said casually while she tried to open the box and Derek relaxed immediately.

It opened with a click and inside it was a cellphone, with trembling gloved fingers she opened and realized it was Ashley's phone, there was the text she had seen so many days before, the one Jonathan sent before he died, she had an unopened voicemail so she checked it, it was a regular costumer asking why the deli was closed that day, but before she turned down again she went trough the saved messages it was only one.

"I know you won't listen, but I had to try" Jonathan Norbury's voice said he sounded tired and angry "I have been trying to make it easier for you so you won't get hurt but you left me no choice, I'm talking to Charles tonight, I'll give him his store back and I'm leaving Broadchurch in the morning, I'll go to London to set the venue..." He sighed as if he was about to do something painful "I love her Ash, I'm sorry but I do, I let my fear to disappoint my father drive me back to the alcohol and made you part of my mistakes, I should have never slept with you, I should have never let your brother near her... I'll marry her and I'll take her away from here... from you and your brother, and you can resume your life with Charles and your business, I won't involve the police as long as you left us alone, I promise, I know you, you are not as bad as you think you are, and you are worthy of love... it's only that I can not love you, I hate to said this to you but that night doesn't mean to me what it means to you, the girl of that night became a constant reminder of the life I needed to leave behind, of the man I don't want to be. I could had been you or any other woman that night and the result would have been the same, me going to AA and then to church and falling for her, because is only her, it's always been her and now I have to make it right. I'm sorry"

"Do you remember what they told us about what happened with the psychiatrist? The thing she did with her wrist?" Derek said while Katie's mind was racing with this new information cursing herself for not confiscating the phone the moment she first entered the station, she wasn't a suspect then, her conscience said but it was not enough

"About the bracelet?" She said rising her look surprised she could still process logical thoughts

"Did her mother had another one? You know like a pair or something?" He said completely serious.

"I don't know, maybe, why?" She asked looking at him.

"Because I think we have to arrest the Langford's for a whole new crime" he said giving her a picture of Charles next to a completely damaged car with an old couple dead inside, the woman was wearing a necklace that she immediately recognized as a pair to the bracelet she bagged as evidence so long ago, and even with the wounds the resemblance to Y/N was undeniable, those were her parents.

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Miller woke up in a hospital bed with an IV on her arm and a lot of blankets and space heaters around her, Brian was there looking shocked at her and she had her heart full with joy for having him, but her sense of duty was bigger so before anything else she just asked "Where is Alec?"

"I'm trying really hard not to take this personally" Brian said almost angry "But is really hard to take you seriously when you look like a bloody burrito" he said pointing at the foil blanket over her "Shitface is out there"

"I'm sorry" She said immediately "I'm so glad you saved me, and I really love you now more than ever, but someone else's life is at risk and I need to talk to DI Hardy. We can discuss how much you hate him when we get home tonight ok?" She said and he was about to respond but the fact that she call his place home was enough to make him stand up and get Hardy inside.

"Is she awake?" He said desperately when he get inside and Brian exited the room not wanting to hurt his pride anymore, he trusted her enough and was enough in love to let her be. "How are you?" Alec said not sure if he could get closer.

"Don't mind me" She simply said like being nearly frozen to death was a regular Tuesday for her. "You have to get to the station quickly" she said pulling down most of the blankets and sitting on the bed. "Y/N is in danger, you were right she is innocent" she said and since Hardy didn't react immediately she add "And someone is about to kill her"

"How do you know?" He said and Miller couldn't help to notice the fear in his voice, he was already convinced she was innocent but he needed for her to tell him to make it real.

"The friend, it was her from the start and even before that... That woman is a monster. There is a sound recorder sewn inside my jacket, she confessed before tying me up and leaving me inside her stupid fridge" She said and show her two burning marks on her side "She used a teaser to knock me out, she knows her brother will break sooner or later so she choose to confess and tied all her lose ends"

"And she confessed to killing Jonathan and what else?" He asked and she was sure what he wanted to ask.

*****

"You should have told me" you said trying to buy time from her to think what to do next "If you knew he loved you so much you should have told me and I would have gladly go away... I have always wanted the best for you"

"Oh don't come at me with that ridiculous attitude, you knew we loved each other and what did you do?? You had to ruin everything, don't pretend now you don't remember" she said and suddenly everything became clear on your head

You were not mad that night because she left you alone in the dancefloor... but because you saw her kissing him, she was all over him and that stupid purple shirt, you were so mad at her, and you saw so much regret on his eyes but it didn't matter and you just wanted to get out of there, and then Charles came out of nowhere and you went out with him because you felt weird and weak and so confused...and then that happened, and by the time you wake up Jonathan was holding you so tightly and so lovingly that you chose to forget... as you had chosen to forget all those other times, you were sure now that that stupid voice in those videos was not you... and you pray for the forensics department to realize it was some cheap editing of your voice over your body... but you were certain you had actually slept with Charles just not as willingly as it seemed

You felt disgusted by yourself, and by those who claimed for so many years to be your friends, and you hate her so much in the way you can only hate someone you loved for so long and you had to ask because your heart was hurting so much.

"Why?"

She didn't answer, you where about to elaborate in the question because she had already told you why she killed him but she did understand you, she simply was looking for the answer

"Because you had everything I ever wanted"

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Alec was driving as fast as he could, with Miller's story resonating on his head. Ashley Langford loved Y/N's life and hated her for a long time, when she was going away to Paris she thought she will finally take her place on her family.

But she soon realized that in Paris or in Broadchurch her parents would never stoploving her and she send Charles to mess their car, she saw them die, all because they decline her offer to live at their house when she left.

She was convinced Jonathan was in love with her since they met when he arrived at Broadchurch, but he rejected her when Y/N introduced them formally, maybe as Miller thought, he didn't even remember her. And then when they got engaged she found a way to get him drunk.

Their affair was simply disgusting, she will drug Y/N unconcious so she would sneak out with Norbury, assuring him Charles was simply watching her, but she needed to hurt her, to humiliate her, so she let Charlie take advantage of her over and over again until Jonathan found out at the club at the same time Y/N found out.

In the end Norbury had done the right thing and ended the affair. Hardy listen to the audio Harford sent him, and everything was becoming clear, now he only hope he will be on time.

****

"Do what you must then" You said "If this will make up for whatever it is I did to you... then just do it already" you said now ready to accept the end, and desperate to stop feeling this much hurt.

You thought one last time of DI Hardy, you may be innocent from the murder, but Ashley had made a good work destroying everything you care about and you felt so unworthy of him, even if she didn't killed you you could never look at him so it was better this way.

"No yet" she said and she reach inside her pocket, only now you saw she was holding a gun on her right hand "You knew your dear Alec is out of the case for getting too cozy with you?" Maybe when this is over I will visit him, I'm sure a man like him will be glad to have a women in his life after what happened to his friend Miller" She said and you fear the worst specially sin DS Miller had told you she thought Ashley may be involved in all of this "And after his little whore blow her brains out" she said. "Do you think Paul will say something for you? As far as I know suicidal people get no favors from church" every word she said was meticulously aimed to hurt, and she said them so casually that it almost felt spontaneous "Oh don't get anxious, your end is coming, but first you have to wear this"

You knew what it was before she finished her sentence, a delicate necklace just like the bracelet you longed for so many years, your mother had the necklace so you wouldn't feel alienated by having to wear it, you had given her the bracelet back so long ago and when she died it was never found... and you understand without her telling you that somehow she was responsible for them dying too. And the disgust for her and yourself turn to anger, to a primal need to erase her existence and she was there smiling and something broke inside your mind.

****

Alec was walking fast to the cells, ready to kill Ashley Langford but by the time he got to Y/N's cell he froze still as he saw Y/N extended her hand to take what seemed to be a necklace while Langford pointed her gun at her.

What happened next was so quickly that he almost didn't had time take his own revolver out. Y/N trembling hand became steady to take the necklace and she took Ashley by surprised by pulling her arm inside the cell and taking the pistol from her hand.

"Oh come on do it" Ashley said surprising Hardy and Y/N "Prove me and the world that you are not perfect, that you are as rotten and corrupted as me, come on kill me!" She said and Alec finally speak.

"She is not" he said loud enough for them to hear but he was not screaming. "The only corrupted and repellent creature here is you" he said approaching slowly trying to get Y/N's attention but she was still firmly holding bot the gun and Ashley "You are not like her" he said again.

"I told you detective that I never wanted to find out who did this because I was afraid of what I would become" she said and he was afraid for a second by the anger in her voice. "This ... woman" She said as if she wasn't sure she could call Ashley that "Took everything from me, my dignity, my reputation, my friends... even my family" she said with so much suffering in her voice that he only could flinch his fist inside his coat. Where the fuck was the other guard? "She took the man I loved... the man I thought that also loved me"

"She didn't" he said and took out his phone, he held it in front of him as he approached her and play the audio.

"That's a lie" Ashley start screaming, now completely unbalanced, "He loved me, he loved me!!!!" At the moment the words "it's only her" came out of the phone Y/N hand relaxed and Hardy use the opportunity to take the gun out of her hand and pull Langford aside, as the bloody security guard finally arrived, without hesitation he took the keys from his hand and opened the cell while the man carried a very disturbed Ashley away, and before Y/N could fall in the darkness and space out again he hold her against his chest.

"It's you, it's only you"

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[holylulusworld]

Past dark days

Summary: Dean is himself again. What will your Alpha do hearing the truth about the reason Sam had to rescue you?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x OmegaReader, Alpha!Sam Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: angst, innocent reader, scenting, true mates, fluff, comforting, protective Alpha, A/B/O dynamics, violence, blood, characters death, fighting, mentions of attempted sexual assault (nothing graphic/not Dean)

Sequel to: A dark soul and his ray of light

“It all began with a deal my father made…”

Your voice trembles when you remember the betrayal you felt getting to know what your father planned. All your life you believed your father was overprotective, now you know better.

“I’m here Y/N. Tell me what happened. I will protect you from now on. Me, Sammy and Castiel are here. No one will hurt you, Sweetheart.” Dean’s voice low, calming let you relax against his warm body.

“My father was always protective, at least I thought so. I wasn’t allowed to go out alone, as an Alpha could’ve touched me. I was never alone with an Alpha except for my father. I thought he loves me but…” Sniffling you hide your face into the pillow.

“Just tell me, Y/N. You’re safe with me, Omega. I’ll be here from now one.”

Dean can feel you started to shake and moves closer to you, holding you as tight as possible to make you feel safe.

“Around six months ago, before I turned 25 my father brought foreign Alphas to our house. They spend some time with us, had dinner and then my mother and I had to leave the room. Days later I saw them again, watching me in the garden or walking back from church.” Your voice is thin by now and Dean knows he won’t like what you will tell him.

“I got scared and told my father about it. He brushed it off and I was alerted. I’m not dumb, Dean. My father always wanted every Alpha to stay away from me, but he allowed a whole pack to watch me out of the blue? Something had to be wrong.” Your breathing quickens remembering the fear.

“What happened after you talked to your father?” Dean asks to bring you out of your daydreams, or rather nightmares.

“It went on. Day after day I saw at least one of the Alphas follow or watch me. I knew something was wrong and tried to talk to my father again but he said I’m crazy, that I imagine things. My mother was the same, even knowing the Alphas were following us to the grocery store not days ago.” Now you turn around in Dean’s embrace, placing your hand onto his heart as you look up at him.

Your Alpha can see the fear and embarrassment all over your face. Dean doesn’t know how to soothe you, so he moves his arms around you, purring until you relax once again. “Tell me everything. I need to know what happened.”

“Father and mother ignored my fear, my birthday came closer and the Alphas got more … demanding. They started to call my name, whistle or called me Omega. I was scared and ran into the Sheriff’s office. Jody was always kind and I told her about what happened. She called someone and told me to stay at home. That she will come to my parents' house as soon as the person she called arrives.”

“Jody is a good friend of ours too. This was the best thing you could do, Y/N.” Dean can feel your hesitation to keep on talking but he needs to know everything. “Just tell me. I would never judge you, Sweetheart.”

“The next day was my birthday, I turned 25. Jody called me and said she would be there in the evening. That I shall not leave the house or tell anyone about our conversation.” Now you start shaking, tears leave your eyes and you rest your head against Dean’s chest.

“I’m here, Omega. No one will ever hurt you again. Tell me…” He’s demanding now. Alpha taking over he tightens the grip on you, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Instead of having a party or cake my father brought me into the basement. The Alphas were there…all of them…six of them and the leader…” Shaking you sniffle into your Alpha’s chest. “My father, he had a knife and cut my dress open. Then he allowed the leader to scent me, to touch me. I tried to fight him, but my father slapped my face, holding me in place while the leader ripped my underwear off my body. I was so ashamed, bare in front of these Alphas…” Crying you paw at Dean’s shoulders.

“I swear I will kill them. I’ll rip them apart with my teeth.” Dean growls now fighting the urge to smash something into the wall. “How dare he!”

“The leader said he would have me first. That this was the deal and later all of them would take turns. My father was grinning, and agreed to the deal with a handshake, Dean. He wanted to leave but then someone stormed into the basement. Sam, Jody, and another woman. I think Sam called her Donna.”

“A friend of mine too. The sheriff in Stillwater and a huntress.” Dean explains while you move your arms around him, holding onto the Alpha for dear life.

“Donna covered me with her jacket, Jody and Sam yelled and started to fight the Alphas while the other Sheriff defended me. One of the Alphas hurt your brother, I’m sorry. Sam knocked three out, Jody shot one of the Alphas but there were too many and Sam picked me up, even while being injured he ran out of the house with me in his arms while Jody and Donna got the car and brought me away.” Falling silent you wait for your Alpha to say something, afraid he might be disgusted as other Alphas touched you.

“Did one of them…?”

“No…Sam and Jody came just in time, Dean. But they would’ve…”

“Where is your house, what’s your father's name and where do I find these Alphas?” Dean’s anger rises. The Mark is burning, screaming for the other Alphas blood.

“I don’t know the names of the Alphas. I never saw them before…”

Dean stops asking questions, knowing you are in a vulnerable state he just holds you in his arms, lets you cry into his chest till there are no tears left.

----

“I want to know everything, Sam. Every. Single. Detail.” Dean enounces the last three words, snarling at his brother. “Tell me about her family, the Alphas and the deal.”

“Dean, you shouldn’t…” Sam tries to make his brother forget about what happened to his Omega, but Dean is in rage and won’t have it.

“Now, Sam.”

“Okay.” Knowing his brother won’t stop until he tells him every detail Sam leans against the table in the library, composing himself. “Her father wanted to become the town’s Alpha. This position comes with sacrifices…”

Dean grips a chair tightly, looking at his baby brother while Sam continues talking.

“Y/N should’ve paid the price…” Now Dean smashes the chair into the wall, panting he can barely calm the animal inside. “The deal is to let the former leader have your first-born daughter, along with the rest of the pack.” Disgusted Sam places one hand onto his brothers’ shoulder. “Y/N was promised to the Alpha so he would retire and make space for her father.”

“I will kill them all, Sammy. I swear I rip their throats out with my teeth and let them suffer for even looking at my Omega!” 

“Dean, Jody tried to arrest her father and the pack but…” Sam dares not to tell Dean what happened but Dean nods, already knowing Jody wasn’t able to keep them in jail.

“She had no authority as a Beta, I get it. The big boss told her to let these disgusting creatures go. I bet they are after my Omega, trying to find her.”

“Jody lied and told her father; her boss and the pack leader Y/N ran off with me. She is suspended, Dean. I hate these guys as much as you do, but they are no monsters. We can’t roll into town and kill them.” Sam exclaims seeing Dean’s anger rise once again.

“We can not kill them?” Dean mocks. “I’m pretty sure I can find a loophole for this situation.” A dark grin all over his face Dean looks at his brother, tilting his head. “I bet self-defense is still allowed…

----

Three days later Dean strides along the street in front of your house. Covered in your scent, one of your panties hidden in his pocket he tries to provoke the Alphas lingering around your parents’ house.

The leader of the pack is eying Dean suspiciously as the hunter fakes a phone call, telling the non-existent person about his new Omega, an innocent girl he found weeks ago.

Now the pack is slowly walking toward Dean, circling the Alpha like prey. The other members fall back to let the leader get hold of Dean.

“Hey! Where is the Omega you found?” The leader growls and Dean silently chuckles. “Omega? Got no clue what you are talking about, dude. If you excuse me now. I think my phone lead me to the wrong address. I wanted to find an Alpha worth my time…” Now Dean grins, eying the smaller leader with mischief in his eyes. “…but all I could find is a pitiful excuse of an Alpha and his tiny friends. Do you sniff at each other’s butt too?”

“You!” The Alpha tries to attack Dean, but he dodges the fist easily. Grabbing the leader's wrist he twists it with full force, causing the Alpha to wince in pain. Dean can see the embarrassment all over the Alpha’s face and his smirk grows.

“Did Y/N feel like that too when you stared at her like the animals you are.” Dean pushes the leader away, yelling he shall leave him alone and Jody starts filming the scene. The leader doesn’t know Dean let him hit his jaw and nose on purpose. Stumbling Dean spits blood out, calling for help before he dodges the next punch, kicking the Alpha’s balls, making him fall to his knees.

Now one of the other Alpha gets a knife out and Dean smirks. That’s exactly what he was waiting for. Sam told him to not go after the Alphas, told him not to do anything stupid – Jody agreed right away.

“I’ll kill you and find that little whore. I’ll knot her till she begs me for more.” The Alpha growls trying to stab Dean, but the hunter is faster. Grabbing the Alpha’s wrist he grasps for the knife, ramming it into the man’s shoulder, twisting it.

“I’ll give the six of you one chance. I know only this bastard touched what’s mine. You can leave town and never come back. This arrangement of the town’s Alpha is over. Go and leave me be, or die like him.” Dean is snarling now while the other Alphas eyes widen seeing Sam, Castiel and Garth standing on the other side of the street.

“You…” Panting the leader tries to get up but Dean’s knee collides with his jaw, knocking him out. “Yeah, me. I’m her Alpha.”

The packs’ eyes dart between their leader and the other Alpha’. “He was strong…” One of the Alphas whispers pointing at Sam. “I’m out of this.”

“Agreed…” The pack starts running away, leaving their leader behind to save their lives. 

“Get up you son of a bitch! I’ll rip your throat out or castrate you…” 

“Dean…” Sam tries to stop his brother, shaking his head. “Leave this to Jody, we have the footage…”

“Fine…” Dropping the knife Dean wants to walk toward his brother but the Alpha is not on the smart side. The knife in his hands he tries to stab Dean, but the hunter is faster.

Disarming the Alpha, he uses the knife to ram it into the leader’s heart, grabbing the hem of the Alpha’s shirt. “The last thing you will see is the girl’s Alpha who just killed you. That’s for Y/N and any other Omega disgusting Alphas like you abused and hurt.”

----

The next day you pace around Dean’s room waiting for your Alpha to return.

When the door finally opens you rush to his side, checking on his bruised face, purring. He’s moving his arms around you, holding you to his warm chest.

“It’s over Omega. The leader is dead, the others gone, and your father got arrested. No one will take you away from me. We will rest a bit and when I’m healed…I’m going to claim you…”

Part 3

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[uber-den-pyromanen]

Ch 1 SniperXreader

Reader goes to check on her friend (*cough* Jeremy) from art collage who's gotten a hit placed on them... and ends up working with him.

     It took time to let the idea settle… Jeremy my friend from art collage was now a Mercenary and someone wanted him dead. I had to find out who. Art school didn't pan out too well for me either. I was now a side show in a fucking circus. 'The Amazing Female Sharpshooter' is what I was called… how demining. At least I could use these skills for something better than being a sideshow; I had to stop whoever wanted my old friend dead. So I packed my stuff up in the back of my Hurst and headed to New Mexico… Trufort. Shouldn't be too hard to find him from there.

       The drive to Trufort was horrible. It was too hot during the day and my car kept overheating. It was too cold to sleep at night without several layers of clothes, which is overly annoying. The town… if it could be called that, was strangely green. People where everywhere, giving me strange looks… I guess that’s what I get for driving the a car of the dead.  I soon found a place to eat; it was a tiny dinner, didn't look like it had been upgraded since the twenties. I sat down at the crowed bar next to a man in a suit, hopefully he wouldn't bother me… although I should be asking about Jeremy. "What can I get you outsider?" The waitress was old and used up, she looked worse than most of the people I worked with in the circus. "I'll have a sweet tea and a menu please." The suited man next to me gave me a slight glance, I paid no mind to him. The waitress dropped a menu in front of me and my sweet tea. "Just holler when you're ready sweety." I nodded to her… "You're from Texas aren't you?" It was the man in the suit, why on gods green earth was he talking to me? "Yeah, what's it to ya?" He just let out a hum in response. I gave him a longer glance, he was just as out of place as I was… Who the hell wears a balaclava in the middle of the New Mexico summer? He may be the one I want to talk to find Jeremy. "So, Frenchie…" I set my menu aside. "I wouldn’t eat the food here…"

"Not what I wanted to ask ya." He turned to me, we faced for the first time, his clear blue eyes pierced me. "I'm looking for an old collage friend, he's had a hit put on him…" He turned form me and pulled out a smoke. "He knows." The man took a long drag off of it. "I'll let him know that you came by to see him." A gun was put into my side, I didn’t flinch. "Look mister, Jeremy's a friend of mine…" the gun was removed. "So you do actually know him." I faced the counter again and called for the waitress. "I'll have a slice of apple pie." She nodded and walked away, the man stood and walked left the dinner. He was somewhat strange, but he knew Jeremy, so it was a start. I sat and ate my pie in peace.

       The next morning was slow. The whole town knew Jeremy… and wanted him dead… So much so that they arrested me for being an accomplish!... "I demand my phone call!" the guards just laughed at me. I guess they thought a small angry woman was something to not be scared of. If I ever got out of this they would be the first on my list to kill. As the day went I sat and bore holed into the guards with my eyes until they got uncomfortable and left the hall. "Hey… (Y/N)?" I looked to the window. "Ah, so you do know her…"

"We got to get her out Spy." It was Jeremy and the guy from the dinner. "Hey, you're still alive." I reached up to the window and pulled myself up to look out of it. Sure enough I saw Jeremy, and a pair of well-dressed legs. "Thanks for coming and checking on me, I knew you'd always be a good friend!..." He turned away from the window. "Don’t worry, me and Spy'll get ya out." Jeremy stood. "There was never a 'we' in this…" I heard them walk away. So, the nice dressed one went by Spy… what an odd nickname. I lowered myself from the window and sat back on my bed and waited.

       About an hour and a half passed, I was about ready to give up when the power cut off and my cell door opened. "About time." I stood and started walking out of the jail. "Hold it!" It was a guard, all he had was a baton. "I'm good, not that you  can stop me." I kept walking towards him, and like magic he fell to the floor with a knife in his back. With a cloud of smoke Spy appeared. "I could have handled him." Spy picked up his knife and I reached for the baton. He put his knife away with one swift movement. "If we want to live we have to hurry." He began walking towards the door. "Walking isn't exactly hurrying." He disappeared in a cloud of smoke, I took this as my que to take off running. I left the building to see Jeremy in my car. "Move over!" He moved from the driver's seat and I jumped in the open window. Seconds later Spy appeared opening my car door. "Move…" I slid over in the bucket seats and he sat down at the wheel. "You know how to drive a stick right Spy?" Spy glared at Jeremy. "Of course I do!" We took off towards the desert. "You're friend better be worth it!" I looked in the rear view mirror. "We have company…" I climbed over the seats into the back of the Hurst. I grabbed my riffle and opened the back window. I took a shot at the driver of the cop car, if my bullet didn’t kill him the crash that happened afterwards did. The cars piled up behind us. "Good shot (Y/N)!" I turned to Jeremy and gave him a wink. "I've been practicing…"

"Hold on!" The car took a sharp lane change at a high speed and I was slammed into the side of the car, knocked unconscious by the butt of my riffle.

[j-j-ehlby-writes]

Just So You Know (c.e.)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: ~9.4k (whoops, got a little carried away with this one...)

Summary: She is a childhood friend of the Evans’ family. Chris realizes he’s in love with her, but will she feel the same way? Or will it be too late?

A/N: Another song inspiration... big shocker there. This time it’s not a 1D song though!  *LOOSELY* based on “Just So You Know” by Jesse McCartney. I was planning on using some of the lyrics but this fic gained a mind of its own.

Warnings: Angst (what’s new?), fluff, RDJ being a protective father figure, Hiddles being an absolute gem, Chris being.. well, Chris.

My Masterlist

Chris’ POV

I shouldn’t love her.

I know I shouldn’t. She’s ten years younger than me, but she’s my best friend and has been for almost three decades. She’s like family… but only to my siblings, mom, and dad. She’s never really felt like that for me. So why shouldn’t I love her? Because she’s never going to love me like that. She’s never going to love me as more than the older brother she’s seen me as her whole life. I’d be delusional to think otherwise.

Being my mom’s best friend’s daughter, she’s been in all of our lives for her entire life. Even though she’s younger than all of us, our entire family has always looked forward to her and her mom’s visits.

When her mom got a divorce when she was three, she brought her out to Boston where they lived with us for a time. Her mom said she wanted a brand new start for both of them and she couldn’t think of a better place to bring her daughter and raise her among people she calls “family.” My mom was thrilled to have both of them so close so she could be a bigger part in her best friend’s daughter’s life.

They stayed with us until her mom found a job and could afford to move out. My mom insisted that they could still stay with us, but her mom was persistent about having a place of their own. It was a sad day when they loaded the moving truck. But it wasn’t goodbye. They were moving to the next town over so we could still see them as often as we wanted. We also saw them every Friday for family dinner and game night every other Saturday.

There was always something special about that little girl. She always flocked to me whenever she arrived through our front door, even more so after they moved out. She was always running to me when I came through the door from being out at a friend’s or if she didn’t see me right away, she’d come looking.

She was endlessly, but harmlessly teased by all of my siblings because they knew I was her favorite. I took pride in it. Apart from her own mother, I was her favorite person. She was also mine. Every time she would come over during our large family gatherings, she would always be a little shy at first. But then I would ask, “do I get a hug?” and that shell would crumble.

As I got older, I was also trying to pursue my career in acting, so I had to move away from everyone, only being able to make it back when I had breaks. But no matter how long it was between visits, she always greeted me with the biggest smile.

Unfortunately before she could start middle school here, her mom’s parents had both gotten very sick and they needed to go back to their home state to take care of them. Because of that, her visits got to be fewer and fewer and my life became busier and busier. Both of those combined meant we lost contact for a while. I’d hear about what she was doing from my mom but I hadn’t seen her since my last visit when she was in Boston for Christmas and her 10th birthday.

Years went by without seeing her or her mom. My mom had told me that they had settled back into their home state and into their new routine. She was enjoying school and was excelling in just about every subject. It was weird going back home without either of them there or even close by. I missed knowing my favorite girl would be at the house waiting. I missed the big smile that would plaster her face whenever she saw me.

The first time in all of those years that I saw a picture of her, I noticed a change. A change in her… everything. Something I never noticed until I saw her senior pictures. My mom had sent them to me while I was away filming in Hong Kong. She was… stunning. I hadn’t seen her since we had both moved away. Our visits to Boston never seemed to have overlapped in the years passed. So the image I had of the little girl who I always saw running towards me was shattered in that moment. She suddenly wasn’t the little girl I once knew anymore.

The next instance that started to change my mind was when one of our visits did end up overlapping for once after she had started college. I was just to start filming Captain America and I was in desperate need of some time at home. I had no idea she was there and they had no idea I was coming, so when I walked into my parents’ house I had to stop. She was standing at the kitchen island with both of our moms, and my sister Carly holding my niece, Stella. She was making Stella giggle by blowing raspberries on her cheek. All of their eyes shifted to me but the only ones I noticed were hers. They shone more brightly than all of the stars in the sky. And her smile… my god, her smile. I swear my heart skipped a beat when she smiled at me. I was bombarded with hugs from my mom and my sister, but I couldn’t look away from her. She stayed back seeming to revert back to her shy nature.

I brushed off my family’s questions to approach her. I held out my arms to her, “Do I get a hug?” I ask smirking.

And just like she did as a small child, she wrapped her arms around my neck, settling into my arms like she never left. I couldn’t believe it. She was a woman. A breathtakingly beautiful woman. “Hey stranger,” she whispered into my ear.

“How’s my favorite girl?” I purr back before pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. They sparkled. When did that become a thing? My hands cup her face as I try to get a better look at her up close. Her pictures don’t do her justice. She’s much more gorgeous in person. “God, where did that tiny little girl go?” I turn to her mom, “When did this happen?”

“Overnight,” she replied shrugging. Our moms exchange a look like they knew something we didn’t. They always pestered me, and not Scott for obvious reasons, saying that she’ll probably have a crush on me when she gets older. With how she behaved, it was a 50/50 shot. She’d either grow up to think about me as an older brother or her biggest crush. At the time, I hoped it was the former. I thought having someone so much younger than me, who me and my family thought was family, have a crush on me seemed wrong. But now that that time is here, I’ve completely changing my mind. I hoped for the latter.

Her visit wasn’t nearly long enough but she had to get back to school. I wanted to spend more time with her though. I wanted to get to know the woman she was now. She had changed so much, I felt like I barely knew her anymore. I wanted to change that though. So before she left, we exchanged numbers.

From then on, we talked close to every day. I flew her out multiple times when she had the time off to the sets of the Marvel movies. Everyone loved having her on set. They always found themselves drawn to her in between scenes.

She especially got close with RDJ and Scarlett. She got close with everyone on set but there was a special connection with her and Robert from the moment they met. He practically claimed her as “his.” He was like a protective father over her, not letting anyone near her unless he approved, he’d get her lunch when she insisted she wasn’t hungry, he went slightly nuts over her.

“Is she, uh, seeing anyone?” He asked me in a non-creepy-protective-father-way. “Like, does she have a boyfriend that I should be concerned about? She wouldn’t tell me.”

“Not that I know of.” I shrug, pretending like her being with anyone doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Apparently, I’m not very convincing though.

“And, uh, what about you, Cap?” He gestures with his glasses towards me. “You got any interest in her?”

Of course I did. She’s been the topic of my dreams for the past few years now. I’ve had to bite my tongue whenever anyone in my family brought her up. I have to stop myself from smiling like an absolute idiot when her name pops up on my phone. But of course I couldn’t tell him that.

“There’s really no use in denying it,” he continues before I even had a chance to answer. “It’s written all over that annoyingly perfect face of yours whenever anyone even mentions her name.”

“No.” I vehemently try to deny it, “She’s like family.” Even as I said that, I knew he wouldn’t believe it.

“If I looked at my family like that, I’d be in jail, so don’t even try to pawn it off on that.” He patted my back. “You have the hots for your best friend.”

 “It’s more than that.” I quietly admitted, my eyes finding where she was walking arm and arm with Tom Hiddleston. The smile that was plastered on her face was evident to everyone. She liked him. She also got close with Tom while on the set of this movie. They spent a lot of time together when we were shooting scenes he wasn’t in. I’d see them talking and laughing with each other, off by themselves walking around the set with her hand on his arm like they are now, looking more than comfortable around each other. To say I was jealous would be an understatement. How could I compete with him?

“Why don’t you just tell her?” He asked like it was obvious to everyone but me.

“Come on,” I turned away from them trying to busy myself as much as possible so I don’t completely lose it. “She’ll never look at me like that.” I subtly gesture back to them.

“Are you trying to act clueless or are you actually that clueless?” I furrowed my brows at him. “Everyone sees it. She looks at you like that tenfold. How can you not see that?”

“Because she doesn’t?” I snap, instantly regretting my slight aggression. I know I shouldn’t take out my frustrations on him. He only has the best and purest intentions. I shrug off my reaction. “Besides, why would she be interested in me when she has a guy like that?”

“You gotta give yourself more credit than that. You’re best friends. Don’t you think maybe, just maybe, she could feel the same way that you do?”

“If she did, and that’s a big if,” I couldn’t let my heart entertain the idea that it was true, but I couldn’t deny my sliver of hope that weaseled its way in, “why wouldn’t she tell me? Like you said, we’re best friends. Why couldn’t she trust me with that?”

“Like you’ve been so forthcoming with her?” He rolled his eyes, catching me in my bullshit. I know he’s right. I can’t be a hypocrite here. “Look, all I’m saying is tell her how you feel. You may be surprised.”

We were both called away having to go back to work, but later that night, he had one more thing to add, “When she does tell you, it may not be now or in the near future, but when she does,” his playful demeanor turned serious as his hand came down hard on my shoulder, “if you so much as think about hurting a pretty little hair on that gorgeous head of hers, you’ll answer to me. You got that?” I could see the fire in his eyes behind his threat. “She doesn’t have that father figure in her life, someone’s gotta step up.” He assumed that responsibility without hesitation the second he met her. I know he’s grown to love her like a daughter and I appreciate that more than he will ever know.

But this I knew for certain, “I can assure you with the utmost confidence that hurting her would be like hurting myself. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good answer.” He clapped me on my back. “Gotta keep our girl happy so she’ll want to keep coming back.” With that, he was gone.

“You know he’s right.” Scarlett appeared at my other side.

“Does everyone have an opinion?” I ask amazed at how nosy people are in my business. Scarlett is someone I’ve known for many years. Having done multiple movies together already, we’ve gotten pretty close over those long days and nights of filming and press. So I go to her when I want advice from a woman that’s not related to me and I’m not in love with.

“Of course we do. We are the ones seeing you guys make googly eyes at each other for hours on end.” She smirks. “It’s gotten to the point where you guys just need to make out and confess your undying love for each other already. I don’t know how much more of the sexual tension we can take.” She skipped ahead of me. “We do want her coming back as often as possible, you know. It’ll give you plenty of opportunities.” She smiles teasingly before she rushes off to her car to leave for the night.

Everyone liked having her around so much I swear they preferred her over me. They would constantly asked me when she would be visiting again the second she leaves. They’ve even contacted her directly telling her to just drop everything and follow them around to every location. She’d always laugh them off, thinking they were crazy. I’d secretly always hoped one day she’d say she would. I know it wouldn’t be rational. She loves where she is and the constant traveling would be exhausting for someone who doesn’t have to. So they settled for her occasional visits instead.

Having them talk about her and consistently asking about her made me miss her more than I should. It felt like there was a part of me missing when she would leave. I think everyone on set could see that, too. The morale on set was just a tad lower when she wasn’t there.

So to make things a little easier, I offered for her to move out to LA after she finished college. I told her that she could live at my house since I wouldn’t be home very often due to my filming schedule with Marvel and the other projects I had lined up. I made sure she knew that she was more than welcome to spend as much time there as she wanted. To my surprise, she said yes, saying she was looking at some job opportunities in LA anyway so this would help her tremendously.

When I told my family the news, although they were supportive- they loved the idea of having me out there with her while she’s in a new city- they were also skeptical. Especially Scott.

“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up is all,” Scott had said being the most vocal about his skepticism. Of course I told him when I started to have feelings for her. He was the first person I told because I knew he would never judge me. He wasn’t the least bit surprised at the turn of events, saying he could have seen that coming from a million miles away. He told me to wait and see if it would go away… that was two years ago.

I tried moving on from her. Dating any woman was an attempt at that, but they could always see that my heart wasn’t fully into the relationship. Thankfully our respective schedules were going to be infinitely busy so all of the relationships ended it on good notes. “What would happen if she brings home a guy, or God forbid, you get a girlfriend? Wouldn’t that be a tad bit awkward having the girl you’re incurably in love with, in the next room?”

I didn’t plan on getting another girlfriend until I got up the courage to tell her how I felt. The best case scenario would be that she would tell me she’s just as crazy about me as I am her and we could happily be together. The worst would obviously be her rejecting me, changing our friendship for a while or longer and then I could finally move on from her… But deep down, I know that no one else could have my whole heart like she does. It wasn’t fair to the other girl if I would never be able to fully give my all which she deserved.

Years passed and our arrangement worked out perfectly. I would be away for a few months, come back and hang with her, do press, go home to Boston with her, then she would return to LA and I would head off to my next project. She never brought any potential suitors around and neither did I. It was as perfect of an arrangement as possible. I got to spend as much time with her as I could, and I couldn’t have been happier.

I had just finished filming Civil War when I was planning on finally telling her how I felt. RDJ tried to convince me to for years. Every movie we did together, he made it his personal mission to hype me up every day on set, getting me ready for when I would tell her. It took a few years but now I think I can do it. I couldn’t wait to see her again. Flying home, I had this whole speech ready for when I saw her. But then I got a call from my manager saying I was cast in another movie and was needed in Georgia within the week. As soon as I got home, I needed to pack for another three months or so in the Georgia heat.

But as soon as I stepped through the door, she dropped a bombshell on me: she and Tom had taken the next step and made it official.

To say I was devastated would be another understatement. The woman I was hopelessly in love with was dating someone that I call my friend. I didn’t even know what to do. She told me all about how he made her feel, but I hardly heard anything. I didn’t want to hear anything about how the man who was making my girl smile from ear-to-ear. They’ve been dating for a few months now since he came into town for a short time after filming a movie around the world.

I did end up meeting up with them together when she asked me to because I’m weak and can’t say no to her. I tried to be friendly with him because I actually liked the guy. That’s what sucked the most. She was with a genuinely good man who makes her happy. How could I try and interfere with her happiness because I was too afraid to tell her how I felt?

So I tried to go on with my life. I met someone on set of one of my movies and adopted a dog. Shortly after that, she moved out of my house and into an apartment a few miles away. It didn’t feel the same not having her there. After long press junkets in LA, I knew I would always come home to her smiling face. Coming home to an empty house after that… I didn’t like it. For years, I’d grown accustomed to having her there when I came home. The smell of her body spray lingered after she left, taunting me. I could have had her. She could have stayed and been mine if I had come clean sooner. Why did I wait so long?

After my relationship ended, instead of focusing on dating, I focused on my career. I managed to make it to the end of my contract with Marvel as well as some new projects.

When I had gotten back into town after filming for the last two Avengers movies, I got a call from Tom. I was caught completely off guard by his question… asking for my opinion on how he should propose to her. It’s coming up on three years now so I shouldn’t have been that surprised. But I still was. I had always hoped that they would either never get married or they’d break up before they got to that step. I mumbled something about how I was getting on a plane and would get back to him. I couldn’t tell him what he should do. Proposing to her… I wanted to do that. I wanted to be the one who got to that point with her. My chance was slipping away…

I texted Scott with the guise that we were going out to celebrate the end of my Marvel contract and he didn’t question it. We found a bar and I drank.

“So, what’s the real reason for this evening?” He asked after four beers and a shot of tequila. He probably figured that was the appropriate amount of alcohol consumed to ask.

 And after another shot of tequila, I was forced to come clean. “He wants to propose to her.” It pained me to the core to say those words out loud. “This is my worst fear coming true. I’m going to lose her. I’m going to lose any chance I have with her.”

He scoffed, “That’s not going to happen, bro. She would never ditch you because she got married.”

But that wasn’t what I meant. “I’m losing my chance. My window is closing.” That realization didn’t sit well with me. Scott tried to ease my anxiety for the rest of the night, but nothing helped.

When he and I parted, I took an Uber to her apartment. I didn’t care if it was 3 in the morning. I needed to see her and tell her before it was too late. The alcohol was severely effecting my judgement, but I didn’t want to wait another minute.

She buzzed me up after I tried my best to sound sober. But that facade was instantly broken when I tripped over the second to last step and then practically rammed into her door.

She looked even more breathtaking than the last time I had seen her. Her hair was tied up in a bun, she had no make-up on, and she was wearing a Captain America shirt. She didn’t look like she had been sleeping. She’s been a night owl her entire life so it was almost guaranteed that she would still be awake by the time I got here. Seeing her still took my breath away. I wanted to forget my feelings for her. I really did. I wanted to be able to move on and be happy, just like she had. But I couldn’t. I loved her more than I’d loved anyone before… but I could never have her.

“Are you okay?” She asks, stepping forward to help me stand.

“I’m aces.” I slur the end of the word, slumping my arm around her shoulders.

“Oh God,” her beautiful features twists with disgust, “are you drunk?” She drags me inside and shuts the door.

“I’mmmmmoderatelyfunctional.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She lowers me onto her couch before she starts to walk away, claiming she was going to grab a blanket and pillow for me.

“No, wait,” I stop her, pulling her down next to me. “I need to tell you something.”

“Chris,” she chided, “it’s three o’clock in the morning. Can’t it wait until a more appropriate hour?”

“No, because by that time, I may not have the guts to tell you what I’ve been dying to tell you for years now.” I sit up straight and focus on her. I hold her hand in mine. It was cold in my warm one. She waits for me to continue. I almost chicken out, but the last drink I chugged before leaving the bar pushes me forward. “I love you.”

Her brows furrow. “I love you, too, Chris. That’s not exactly new news to me.” She chuckles. “I mean, you have known me for my entire life so I expect there to be some sort of love to come from that.”

“No, no, no,” I shake my head a little too quickly making me dizzy for a split second. “I love you.” I put more emphasis on it so she would get what I meant. The shock that overtook her expression told me she understood this time. “I know I shouldn’t love you like this- I know I shouldn’t be in love with you like this- but I am. I so am. God I’m so in love with you. And I want to be… and that scares me. God I am so scared.” The alcohol was inhibiting my already frayed emotions. I felt the large lump form in my throat and the tears threaten to spill. I run my hands through my hair trying to get ahold of myself. “You’ve been there- you’ve always been there. Even when I didn’t think I deserved it, you were there. And now I feel like I’m going to lose you forever to him and I can’t let that happen. I don’t even know who I am without you.”

She wrapped one of her arms around my shoulders with the other hand bringing my cheek to her forehead, pulling me into a tight embrace as I let the waterworks fall and the word vomit spill out. I’d be surprised if she understood a single that slurred out of my mouth. “These feelings… they’ve taken control of me and I can’t help it. I can’t sit around anymore. I can’t let him win. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Losing you would be like taking one of my limbs. You’ve been a part of my life since before I could really remember. I don’t even remember what life was like without you in it. I know that we’ve grown up together and me being in love with you could sound perverted, but I promise it’s nothing like that. I didn’t feel anything like that towards you until you were an adult, I swear. I swear. I hope you believe me because I honestly don’t know how I would live in a world without you.”

She knows how emotional I am on any given day. She knows I cry at romantic comedies. She saw how crushed I was when my bulldog passed away. She knows how much I cried on my last few days on the most recent Avengers set. And that’s when I was sober. The alcohol I had consumed earlier definitely doesn’t help with my already frayed emotions. I clutch to her arm like she is my lifeline. She is, though. She is the reason I am who I am today. This is definitely not the way I wanted to tell her. I wanted to do this smoother. But I’m running out of time.

She only pulls away when she feels I’m calmer. She gently pushes me to lay back down on the couch. I can feel the heaviness of sleep behind my eyes now that I’ve released all of my pent up emotions. She brushes my longer hair from my eyes and rests her hand on my cheek. She whispers, “We’ll talk more in the morning,” before she lays one of her many blankets over my body and I’m drifting further into slumber.

Reader’s POV

I have no words.

As I watch the man I’ve known my entire life snore softly on my couch, I try to process all of what he just confessed.

He loves me. And not in the familial way I always had thought.

I had so many questions. When? How long? Why now? Was he ever going to tell me? What brought all of this on? When did things change with him?

My heart wrenches as I watch the man I’ve been in love with since I was sixteen pass out on my couch after confessing his heart to me. I don’t know when it happened. But it did and I haven’t been able to forget about it since.

 I had always had Chris in my corner. After my parents divorced, his family basically took in my mom and I until my mom could get back on her feet. Lisa and Robert were wonderful people to be around on a daily basis as a child. They were fun, supportive, extremely helpful, and had the best kids for me to grow up around. Granted they weren’t “kids” when we moved there, but they never treated me as if I were an outsider. It was like they had adopted me as one of their own, always including me in everything, teaching me things that only “siblings” could teach you. Chris was always the more gentle one with me. He’d always come to my aid when Scott or Shanna were teasing me too much or playing too rough with me. Because I saw him as a protector, I found myself drawn to him. Whenever we would go to their house, I’d want to find Chris immediately. But because I was a shy kid, it would take me a while to come out of my shell. Until he said the magic words, “do I get a hug?”, then everything would be alright.

When he left to live in California, I cried. I knew I wouldn’t see him as often as I wanted anymore and that hurt. And then when my mom told me we were moving back to our home state to take care of my grandparents, I fell apart. Leaving everything I knew- my friends, my home, the Evans’- was the worst possible thing that could have happened at ten years old.

The last time I saw Chris before he left, he promised that he would come back and check on his “favorite girl.” As a kid, I made him pinky promise because that was law. After my mom and I moved, I didn’t hear from him. We heard from Lisa almost daily, but we didn’t hear a word from Chris. She had said that he was busy filming and traveling, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse.

He broke his promise to me. He didn’t come to visit us. He went home to Boston for major events like when Carly got married and had her three kids, holidays when he wasn’t working, and sometimes even just because. But he never came out to visit me.

I didn’t see any of his movies. His betrayal was too much for me to handle at the time. That was until one of my friends had me watch “Fantastic Four.” It was his most popular film at the time, but it wasn’t the type of movie I liked watching. But she had said it wasn’t like the typical superhero movie and Johnny Storm was “beyond hot” as the Human Torch. When I saw Chris’s face on my screen, it was like his broken promise was forgotten about. He was… handsome. He had always been good-looking but never like this. I had never seen him act so I didn’t know how good at it he was until that moment. His personality shined through the character, catching glimpses of the man I knew growing up. And in that moment, he wasn’t just “Chris Evans acting as the Human Torch,” he was just Chris: the man who had a piece of my heart that I would never get back.

For years I tried to forget about feeling like that. He was practically my older brother. Gross. But as I looked back on how he was with me, I knew there was something special between us. It’s like our souls were connected in a way that neither of us could have comprehended. And now it was like I recognized it, I saw that in him and I couldn’t ignore it. But I kept it to myself. No one knew of my feelings for him, not even my mom.

The next time I saw him was when my mom and I actually made it out there on my Spring break during my freshman year in college. We had already been there for a few days when he showed up unannounced. He had just wrapped filming for one of his movies and decided to surprise his family by coming home. To say, I was floored would be putting it lightly. Look-wise, he hadn’t changed at all, but there was also something very different about him. Maybe it was just me and my secret crush but he didn’t look like the guy I had grown up with. He was a handsome man who made my heart flip. And the fact that he kept his eyes on me the second he walked in didn’t make that any easier. Something shifted that day, but I thought it was only me. I stayed back to give Lisa and Carly time to greet him, hug him and bombard him with questions about what he was doing here, why he didn’t call, etc., but in my heart I wanted to run into his arms like I always had. The closer he got to me, the more I had to hold back. But when he held out his arms and asked if he could get a hug, it was like no time had passed. His strong arms wrapped themselves around me and I had never felt happier.

Our visit was way too short. Before we left, he pulled me aside and asked for my number so we could keep in contact. I was more than excited, but I immediately shut down any thought that he meant it as anything more than as a friend. He was a Hollywood star now with people throwing themselves at his feet…

And I thought that was bad. Fast forward a few years, after he had landed the leading role in Captain America, his life changed overnight. Everyone knew his name now. Countless people wanted to be with him. They shipped him with his co-stars, Hayley AND Sebastian. Under any other circumstance, he would have let his newfound fame get to his head. But he didn’t. He was still the kid from Boston that we all knew and loved.

He called me one day and invited me to the set of the Avengers movie he was doing. I was more than thrilled because he had never asked me to visit before. It was surreal. Seeing everything that went into that type of movie was amazing. And seeing Chris in his element was a phenomenal sight. I was there every day for a week, watching from the sidelines. 

I met all of the Avengers plus Samuel L. Jackson and Tom Hiddleston. Oh my gosh… To say I was a little overwhelmed would be a total fallacy. To be surrounded by so many brilliant actors and even better human beings was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I would never take advantage of. 

I talked mostly with RDJ, Scarlett, and Tom. RDJ treated me as a daughter almost instantly, always asking if I had needed anything or if I was having fun, cracking jokes about Chris behind his back, taking my side if there was ever a slight argument. He was absolutely amazing.

But then one day on set, while I was sitting in his chair, he approached me with a very blunt question that I never expected from him: “So, how long have you been in love with Evans?” I tried to hide it as best as I could, claiming we were just friends and that’s all, but he wasn’t buying it. “Are you really going to lie to me about this, sweetheart? It’s clearly written all over your face when you look at him.”

“Are you talking about her very obvious crush on Evans?” Scarlett popped up next to us with a smirk on her face. Scarlett was like the big sister I never got to have. She’d tease Chris just as much as I would in between takes, she’d give me the juicy set gossip, and we’d have lunch together when Chris couldn’t. I appreciated her company more than I imagined.

“See? Even she noticed.” Robert pointed to her before leaning on the arm of his chair with his back towards everyone else. “The only one who hasn’t is Chris but there’s an obvious reason there.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

“Chris is just as in love with you as you are with him. He just is too chicken shit to say anything about it.” Scarlett’s name was called for the next scene so she had to take her leave.

“She’s right,” Robert confirmed, “he is. Chicken shit and everything.”

“You guys are delusional.” I peer down at my cuticles which are in dire need of picking at that very moment.

“Are we?” He calls for Ruffalo to come over for a second. All he says is Chris’s last name and then points at me. Mark agrees in a second without any other context. He asks Renner and Hemsworth along with Colbie and Clark the exact same question in the exact same way and they all answer the same way.

“You guys are mistaking familial love for romantic love. We’ve grown up together so there’s no way there’s anything more than that between us.” As those words left my mouth I knew I was lying. At least on my part. I still couldn’t believe that he felt that way towards me.

“Robert, you know it’s not nice to tease a lady.” Tom Hiddleston appears to my rescue fully dressed as the God of Mischief. And then there was Tom. Oh. My. Goodness. He was an absolute sweetheart which was the total opposite of his character Loki. The slight crush I had on him while watching Thor was immediately intensified upon meeting him in his Loki wardrobe. He was the perfect gentleman, too. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek every morning, he offered me his arm when he was walking me around the set while the other Avengers were busy with their scenes, he’d make me swoon by just listening to him speak, and I’d full-body laugh whenever he’d tell a joke. Oh gosh, my heart was loving him.

“I’m not teasing. I would never tease her.” The sarcasm was dripping from his tone. “I’m just telling her what we all know and what she refuses to believe.” I know he means well, but I don’t think anyone could change my mind when it comes to how Chris feels about me.

“Come on, darling,” Tom reaches for my hand, gently pulling me out of the chair, “let’s go get some lunch.”

“Hey,” Robert stops me, “you know I only want what’s best for you, right?” His eyes soften as he can see that his words have slightly upset me. I nod. “Good.” He pulls me into a hug and kisses my temple. “You know we’re all right, though. It’s in his eyes when he looks at you.” He whispers to me before he’s called away and Tom escorts me to craft services.

“Am I blind?” I ask him when we’re away from everyone else. “Or am I the delusional one?”

He chuckles at me, “No, my sweet, you are not either of those things.”

“But?” I ask feeling like there was going to be one at the end of his sentence.

“You may not be blind or delusional, however,” he continues with a fancier version of what I was expecting, “I don’t think you’re really seeing. You’re looking at him, but I don’t think you’re truly seeing the way he looks at you.”

“Great,” I sigh, “so I’m an idiot.”

“You are not an idiot. You are a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder in comfort. “It’ll be alright, darling.”

We quietly ate our lunch until Tom was called back to set, giving me a kiss on the cheek before he left. I resumed enjoying the rare alone moment. I tried to think about the last few years whenever I saw Chris. It wasn’t often but whenever we did see each other, his hugs seemed to linger a little more than before, he seemed to try to keep our conversations going just a little longer, and he would make up any excuse to sit by me… How was I just noticing all of this now? Was I really that blind to it?

I thought they were just teasing me. They all knew of my feelings for him, no matter how many times I tried to deny it, so I figured they were just treating me like the new kid on set, but after that lunch, I watched Chris do a scene and as soon as Joss called “cut,” his eyes would search until they found me. The smile that would adorn his face spoke volumes, but not of the romantic love.. I could see. I could see it all and they were all wrong.

If he felt that way, why wouldn’t he say anything? I’m his best friend. He can tell me anything. Why would this be any different?

For five years, Tom and I would hang out and he would try and help me forget about my unrequited love towards my best friend. It would help for a while but the second I would drive up to Chris’s house again, all memories Tom and I made would take a backseat.

After a little public stint with a singer who shall not be named, he came up with an idea: pretend to date in front of Chris. He cared for me enough that he could see how crazy I was about Chris and he wanted to help him to realize that I won’t always be there waiting for him. He was just finishing up his latest movie so we figured that would be the best time to come out with it. I hated lying to my best friend. But if lying helps even in the slightest, it’d be worth it.

When I told him, my heart broke into a million pieces at his reaction. He tried to hide the sudden sadness in his eyes by quickly masking it with surprise and then joy. But I knew him better than that. He couldn’t hide that strong of an emotion from me. Why would he have been upset though? Could everyone have been right about him all along?

I asked him if he would hang out with us now that Tom is “officially” my “boyfriend” hoping that once he saw me with someone else, he’d say something. He seemed closed off during the meeting, but I attributed it to him thinking about his next movie. He and Tom had always gotten along so I didn’t understand why he couldn’t push that aside to have a nice time with us.

While he was away, rumors started to spread that he and his co-star had also started a relationship. I didn’t want to believe it. He’d dated other women before but those were just flings. He never confirmed those relationships either. He always let people speculate. I didn’t want to believe that this girl had changed that.

It wasn’t until he got back to LA with the cutest dog I’ve ever seen in my entire life that he confirmed my nightmare. I tried to be happy for him. I really did. He deserved to be happy even if it wasn’t with me. He deserved someone who could be honest with him...

I ultimately made the decision to move out of his house after walking in on them making out on the couch. I didn’t want another incident like that to happen ever again. My heart could not take it. So in order to protect it, I left. Leaving him and Dodger was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I wanted to go back home, but my job kept me here. I ended up renting a one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment a few miles away. It actually made my commute to work easier so it was a better situation altogether.

Three years passed and nothing had changed. Chris’s relationship lasted a majority of that but with the end of his Marvel contract nearing soon, he seemed more focused on his career than dating. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He’s a very career-oriented and an independent man, but deep down inside I know he wants a family. He wants a traditional life with family traditions like decorating the tree at Christmas and Family game nights. I know he has yearned for that connection with someone, even when he’s tried to hide it. 

In those three years, Tom and I kept up with our plan. We weren’t public about it, but all of our close family and friends knew about it. Everyone but Chris knew the truth. He never suspected anything and he never said a thing about it…

Until he came to my apartment at 3 o’clock in the morning, plastered.

All night I sat up on my loveseat, watching him.

All this time, he actually did feel the same way about me as I did him. For years, he’s harbored these feelings of love for me and I had no idea. I wanted to tell him the whole truth but not while he was inebriated. He needed a clear head which is why I’m waiting.

I text Tom, knowing he’s in London and awake by now. I ask him what exactly he said to my drunk and seemingly broken-hearted best friend. I know that’s what this was all about. Tom must have said something to Chris to make him quite literally crack. Tom’s one emoji response told me everything I needed to know. Chris’s fear of losing me forever makes all of the sense in the world now.

So I laid and waited, getting some work done while consuming some caffeine to stay awake until he decides to wake up. I know it won’t be pretty so I set out a trash bin by his head and a glass of water with some aspirin on my coffee table for the massive hangover he’s bound to have when he inevitably does wake up.

His groans breaking the silence let me know when he was indeed returning to the land of the conscious. “Oh God,” he grunts as everything from last night starts to hit him.

“Trash bin by your head.” I tell him as I saw him looking around for one out of the corner of my eye. On cue, he lurched over and emptied the contents of his stomach into the bin. Thankfully I was far enough away so I didn’t smell it. I would be joining him too if I even caught a whiff of it. When he finally sat back, I continued my instructions, “Aspirin and water are on the coffee table.” He immediately grabbed both, gulping it down after popping the pills. “Extra toothbrush is in the bathroom.”

“I’ll get to that,” He winces as he leans back once again, “when the room stops spinning.” He groans again, covering his face with a pillow to shield the light.

I took that as my cue to brew him some coffee. I traded him for the pillow when it was finished. It took him two cups to finally sit up completely. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. I sat on the table in front of him after handing him his third cup. He nursed the cup refusing to make eye contact with me.

“Did you stay up all night?” He asks eyeing where I was sat, knowing me well enough to know I would never be up this early unless I never went to bed in the first place.

“We need to talk about last night.” I ignored his question, speaking quietly not wanting to irritate the pounding in his head. He nods, knowing that this conversation was inevitable. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was going to, but then you and Tom and I met Jenny…” he drifted off seeming like he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. “I didn’t want to ruin anything, between us or otherwise.”

“I really wish you would have said something…” I take a deep breath, bracing myself for his reaction for what I’m about to tell him. I hoped he wouldn’t be mad, but I’d understand if he would be. “… because Tom and I aren’t really dating.”

His head snapped up so quickly, I’d be surprised if he didn’t get whiplash. “What?”

“He’s a phenomenal guy, but there’s never been anything more than friendship with him. He’s become one of my best friends, only third to you and Scott though.” I smirked trying to make light of the situation.

But by the flabbergasted look on his face- mouth slightly open, brows furrowed, eyes barely blinking- he couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even a brilliant man such as Chris is having a hard time processing this. I gave him time to, waiting for him to say something.

“Why?” was the first thing he asked. Since it was a vague question, I tried to answer as many of the “whys” there would be. From why we did it in the first place to why I didn’t tell him and why I lied to him as well as why nothing ever happened between me and Tom…

That one was the easiest to answer. “Nothing like that ever happened between us because he’s known from the beginning that my heart would always be with someone else.” I made sure to maintain eye contact with him through it all so he would know that I was being 100% truthful. I needed him to know that despite the lies I told about my fake relationship, I have never lied to him about anything else and I will never lie to him again.

“If all of it was fake then why did he ask me about how he should propose to you?” was his next question. He’s been quietly listening as I’ve tried to explain it all. I know this was a loaded question that was coming.

“Tom is one of the biggest romantics I know, do you honestly think he would need help with planning one of the most romantic gestures one can make?” I asked back, trying to get him to think about his question for a second.

I could see the wheels turning in his head until it dawned on him. He didn’t need help at all. “He wanted a reaction out of me.” He concludes running his hands down his face again.

“I can promise you, Chris that I had nothing to do with him asking you about that. I figured he’d said something to get that reaction out of you, but I never expected it to have been… that. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” he protested, taking both of my hands in his, running his thumbs over my knuckles, “please don’t be sorry. If I had told you sooner, none of this would have happened. I just…” he squeezed my hands a little tighter, “I couldn’t let you go any further into that relationship without telling you the truth.”

“When did you know?” This was the one burning question I was dying to ask. I needed to know which moment it was for him where he realized his feelings. I needed to know what moment was so significant to him that it changed his mind about me.

“I first noticed a difference when my mom sent me one of your senior pictures. You weren’t the little girl I remembered you to be. You were so… beautiful. I couldn’t believe it.” A small smile cracked his serious demeanor. “And then I knew it wasn’t just a simple crush when I saw you after that. You quite literally took my breath away.” He chuckled at the memory. “And looking back now, I realize there was always something between us, but never in a million years did I think it would turn into this.”

“You got that right,” I concur. Never did I think I would be head over heels with the guy who helped teach me how to ride a bike and wouldn’t give up until I was as fast as him and his friends, who also pushed me around in the toy Jeep I had gotten for my birthday until our parents made us come inside, who protected me during the thunderstorms I was terrified of as a child… there was a special connection between us. Who would have thought it would evolve to something like this?

“When did you?” He asks looking so deeply into my eyes I swear he can read my soul.

I giggled at the memory. “I was sixteen. My friend made me watch Fantastic Four.” He full-on laughed at the mention of that movie. He dropped my left hand so he could grab his left pec. “Stop laughing at me, you jerk!” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That kind of laugh was contagious. It wasn’t until we calmed down that I continued, “And I don’t know. Something inside me just… clicked. That was it for me. I’ve been keeping it a secret ever since then.” I shook my head at how ridiculous we’ve both been. “But I think I’ve been in love with you for my entire life. I just didn’t know what it meant until then.”

He stares at our still joined hands, “We’ve been keeping the biggest secret from the other for so long, neither of us knowing that sharing said secret would be exactly what we wanted to hear.”

I continue, “Neither of us wanting to risk ruining our decades long friendship in case the other didn’t feel the same way.” We chuckled at how much we thought alike.

“So,” he cradles my cheek with his hand, I lean into his warm gentle touch, “where do we go from here?”

“Well I think you need some more sleep to get rid of your hangover and I need to actually get some sleep.” I stand up, “Come on.” I drag him off of the couch and into my bedroom. 

He teases me as he wraps his arms around me from behind, “I’ve dreamed of this day for years.”

I burst out laughing at how alike we thought in that exact moment. I must be tired. I playfully shove him onto the bed, not feeling an ounce of guilt when he winces in pain from his still-throbbing head. “We are just sleeping, mister.” I climb in next to him, turning my back to him. We both lay there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. So I take initiative, reaching behind me and grabbing his arm, bringing it around my waist. He giggles as he scoots until he’s spooning me.

He hums in satisfaction. “Just so you know,” he leans into my ear and whispers, “I love you.”

The smile on my face can’t be denied. I’m thankful he can’t see. “I love you.” I whisper back before we drift off into silence.

The last thing we both think about before we succumb to our exhaustion is this… RDJ was right and he will never let us live this down.

Tags: @the-marvel-wars @elusive-beauty @im-a-slut-for-an-accent @fantasy-is-my-reality @drakesfiance

[kittensjonsa]

Otherwise, Engaged

The Proposal AU

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

Part of Sansa had hoped it was all just an elaborate prank, some sick joke Jon was playing just for the sheer torture of seeing her squirm. She wouldn’t put it past him, though he probably didn’t care enough about her to come up with such a thing. 

But no, there he was, standing in his usual grey trench and three piece suit, waiting for her at the departure gates.

Dammit Jon.

“You didn't think I'd show up did you?”

Sansa sighed. “Can we just go?”

Sansa took the liberty of booking first class seats on the flight to White Harbour, on Jon's credit card no less and made sure she ticked all the add-ons for herself for the three hour flight. If she couldn't bear the thought of Jon breathing next to her, at least she'd have a nice eye mask and ear plugs to shut him away. Some respite before the storm heading her way in Winterfell.

“By the way, this is for you,” Sansa handed him a binder, twenty pages full of all the information she had to share with Jon, of herself for the questioning awaiting them once they got back to the capital. She had spent all night researching the questions Qyburn might ask and figured it would just be so much easier getting all the answers for Jon. She didn't need anything on him, three years were enough - from what he liked to eat and drink, right down to his favourite pizza topping. Living together? Well, they didn’t and she’d rather not, to be honest, but she did own a spare key to his apartment, if that question ever came up. Perhaps, Sansa figured the neighbours wouldn't be an issue, they were familiar with her enough, though they probably assumed she was his housekeeper instead, with the amount of groceries she lugged to his house not to mention the dry cleaning, almost every week for three years.

“You studied Political Science? Who knew,” Jon leafed through the pages.

“Well, there is a lot you don't know about me so this will help. We have to convince Qyburn, remember? You know, since I don't want to end up in jail and all.”

“And you know everything to all these questions about me?”

Sansa nodded. “Scary isn't it?”

Actually no, Jon thought. In fact, it was comforting. That he shared his life with someone in some way, that he'd be remembered as a person.

“Any tattoos? Well, that's easy, none. Even I know this. I didn't peg you for the tattooed kind,” Jon chortled, going through the questions one by one.

“Well, don't be so smug. I'm pretty sure you have one.”

“Oh? How would you know that?”

“Your dermatologist called last week to confirm but you cancelled a session for Q- switch laser. So I googled it and found out it was for removing tattoos. So that means, you have one,” Sansa explained. It wasn't strange that she knew intimate details about Jon's personal life, it was strange that she was comfortable with it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in White Harbour airport shortly. Kindly return to your seats and fasten your seat belts,” the announcement came at the perfect time. Sansa could not stand another session of question and answers with Jon. She had a more important Q & A session to handle - with her family.

“I thought we're going to Winterfell?”

Sansa took a deep breath. “We are.”

Jon had never stepped foot in White Harbour before, hell, he had never been this far up North ever. The first thing that struck him was how cold it was and the trench coat along with the three piece suit he had on were worryingly inadequate. He had packed more of the same apart from some shirts and jeans. Besides Sansa didn't quite inform him to prepare, she wasn't really interested in talking to him, he gathered. But Jon took it in stride. Just two days to make it through. Two days.

“We're headed that way. I think my dad is picking us up. And please Jon … act normal.”

Jon put his hands up in defense. “When have I not been normal?”

“Can you not just.. be you? You're going to meet my family and all. So.. I don't know.. be nice maybe? For me at least?”

“I'm concerned that you don't think I'm nice. I am, you know. I just... don't show it very often.”

“Mmhmm. Sure.” You don't show it at all. Not to me.

It stung a little, oddly, hearing that from Sansa. Jon didn't really think of himself as the sensitive type; he was always dismissive of his own feelings, especially when they didn't make sense - but the plea from Sansa, her earnestness stirred something in him.

“Okay. All right. I promise to be the sweet doting dream fiancé. The best one, ever.”

Good lord, help us.

“There she is! Sansa!” excited voices called out in the midst of the crowd gathered at the arrival gates.

“Daddy! Gramps!” Sansa squealed and waved eagerly as she saw them.

“Oh, my girl! You're here! So good to see you!” an older gentleman held out his arms that Sansa leapt into. Jon figured this was Gramps. The birthday man. Another dark haired man stood next to him, a solemn but kind face joining in the hug. And that must be the father, Jon thought. Taking a deep breath, Jon stepped forward. Awkward meeting in three.. two.. one..

“Ah, and this must be-”

“Jon. Pleasure,” Jon stuck out his hand for a handshake. Their faces changed in seconds the moment they laid eyes on him. And they both looked at each other, then Sansa. Awkward was an understatement.

“So, Gramps, Dad.. this is Jon. My... fiance. You know the one I told you about yesterday.”

Silence. It lasted probably three seconds but to Jon it was the worst three seconds of his life. He was so out of his element here. How to act like a fiancé? Jon had absolutely zero idea.

“Well! Nice to finally meet you, Jon. Congratulations. I'm Ned, Sansa's dad.”

Sansa almost wanted to cry there and then. What a relief. Thanks, Dad.

“So this is who you were talking about? That someone who's coming along? Aww, my Sansa's all grown up now! A fiancé? What a great birthday present! I love it.” Gramps beamed as he gave Jon a friendly pat on the back.

Sansa was quietly relieved how well the first introductions were going. It was a good start so far. Two down, seven more to go.

“Let's go, everyone is waiting at home. They can't wait to see you, Sansa.”

“Aww, I miss everyone so much! I can't wait,” Sansa linked her arm with Ned as he grabbed her backpack and made their way to the parking lot.

It was a quaint little town, with small brownstones lining every street and avenue, shops with their open doors and everyone greeting everyone on every corner. It was so different from the hustle and bustle of the city. Despite the weather, it was warm, welcoming and cozy. And it was pleasant, to Jon's surprise.

The gentle folksy music playing on the radio almost lulled him to sleep as well as watching the streets pass by. However, Jon noticed something strange. Every shop they passed, at every corner had a Stark name on it. Stark Hardware, Stark Supermarket, Stark Auto; it went on and on as Jon peered from his window. Weird.

Jon looked over to Sansa who like him, was enjoying the scenery, seemingly oblivious to the town's obsession with the Stark name. Unless..

“So, Sansa? When were you going to tell me about all these family businesses?” Jon whispered to her.

Sansa narrowed her eyes at him. “You didn't ask.” You never ask me anything about me.

“The Starks have been in the North for a long time. The Starks used to live here many years ago. But now, White Harbour are where our relatives stay now. the Karstarks mostly,” Ned jumped in, overhearing the conversation.

“So, you still own all of them?” Jon was now more than curious. Sweet Sansa was more than just organising skills and impeccable timing. Jon realised there really was nothing else he knew of his assistant other than her name and her mobile number.

“Major shareholders, really.”

“Right. I see.” Jon turned to his side of the window and looked out again as they stopped at a red light. The Stark name was everywhere. Who are you people?

“Right here we are.” Ned announced as he pulled into a garage next to a dock. Jon didn't see any building in sight. Surely the hotel was around here somewhere.

“Thank you Ned. Let me just check where the hotel is real quick,” Jon fished out his phone to check the address of the hotel he had asked Sansa to book last minute. He was quite exhausted, cold and hungry. Some hot soup and a warm bed was perfect to end the day.

“Oh no, I'm so sorry we forgot to tell you but we cancelled your reservation. We do miss Sansa and we insisted that she come back home to stay. With us. And I suppose that includes you too, Jack. Besides.. you're family now." Ned chuckled. City people are so strange, he thought.

“Yeah, Jack. Hope you don't mind,” Gramps chipped in.

“It's Jon-”

“Come along now, our ride is just over here.”

“It's.. Jon,” Jon corrected - to no one in particular. Never mind. He had plenty of time to get to know the family.

White Harbour had been nice but Winterfell was nowhere in sight and there wasn't another airport they were getting to either. Where the hell are we?

Looking down where Gramps and Ned headed to - how he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

Sansa handed him her backpack. “Here you go, honey.”

“Wait.. what-”

“Come on sweetie! We've got a long day ahead of us,” Sansa taunted as she skipped over to Ned and Gramps, leaving Jon to deal with a couple of luggages and a large backpack.

Ned watched as Jon struggled towards them. “You sure he doesn't need help with that, sweetheart?”

“Nah, he doesn't let me do anything. That's just how he is.” Sansa giggled. This was going to be fun.

“Whoa.. hold on. Are we taking that?”

A sudden panic rose in him as Jon discovered what the 'ride' was - a tiny speedboat bobbing up and down the creaky dock.

“Sansa.. I-I think I have to tell you.. I'm not good on water.. I mean.. I- I can't.” Jon stopped as Sansa climbed down a rickety ladder.

“Can't what? Swim?”

Jon gulped, nodding.

“Well.. okay. Hence.. the boat? We're not actually swimming there to Winterfell you know. The water's freezing.”

She's enjoying this, Jon thought. There was no winning anything with her the next couple of days. Jon had to get ready to face that, in not getting his way. Just get through it, you wuss.

“All right. Fine.”

“Here. You can wear my life jacket,” Gramps offered a tired looking life vest as Jon steadied himself and inched his way to the boat.

The boat ride was smooth enough though Jon had to hold on for dear life despite being well seated in the middle and not at all near the edge. It brought back memories of a time, when he was twelve and fell into a lake and cried, when he thought what felt like a lake monster nipping at his legs. His mother had assured him it really was just old tree vines. He still cried nonetheless. It wasn't so much of being afraid of water that bothered him. It was more of what was underneath that scared him more.

“See? That wasn't so bad was it?” Sansa tapped his shoulder as the boat slowed down to a stop.

She has no idea.

“All right folks! Welcome to Winterfell,” Ned said as a large stately mansion drifted into view. Jon's jaw dropped, watching how the vista never seemed to end. It was a castle.

“So.. you're rich.”

Sansa gave a dismissal wave. “I'm not rich. My parents are.”

“Uh huh. That's the kind of thing only rich people would say.”

“Ugh Jon, whatever. Move it will you? My grandpa is faster than you are.” Sansa elbowed him as they got out of the boat.

“You know, I really do miss you calling me Mr Snow.”

Sansa frowned. “Nope. It's weird calling my fiance that. Besides, you're on my turf now. I can call you whatever I like. Poo-poo head.”

You little..

It was proving to be a trying time for Jon. And it was just the beginning.

“So sweetie, I have to tell you - now that you're back and all, your Mom wanted to put together a welcoming party."

Sansa opened her mouth to object. “Oh no, Dad-”

“I know, I know.. I said no but you know her. And now that you're bringing a guest and all,” Ned readied them as they all made their way to the house.

Sansa wanted to throw up. Oh my god. Everyone in Winterfell is going to be there. Turn back!

All Sansa wanted to do was turn back around and fly back to the capital. This was not in the plan at all.

“But Dad, you guys didn't have to.. I mean a welcoming party? A bit much isn't it?”

Lying to her family was one thing. She was preparing herself for that. But lying to the whole town? No.

Oh no, Jon thought the same. A welcoming party?

Ready they were not. They hadn’t even hashed out their own little story yet; maybe he could win them over with a bit of charm, but Jon still wasn't certain if he could convince Sansa's entire village that he was her fiance.

Jon pulled on his vest, it had suddenly become very hot and uncomfortable. Right now, he thought, being deported and retiring early doesn’t seem like a bad thing at all.

This was going to be a very tough weekend indeed.

[cloudyyoonji]

Secret Panels and Paperwork

Detective! Hwang Hyunjin x Detective! Reader.

REQUESTED BY ANON

Summary: Seoul Police Headquaters is much more interesting then your old job, particularly the detective you’re now shadowing.

Genre; Fluff! Murder mystery case! (Mentions of a hostage situation)

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Seoul Police Headquaters was way more relaxed then what you were used to.

Even though you’d been a crime detective for some 5 years now, you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious coming into a new job, one that was definitely on a smaller scale then what you were used to.

A quick scan of your ID and your past the gates, heading into a newer and exciting job; a new beginning.

You’ve barely stepped foot into the office when you’re greeted. The male beems at you, eyes flicking from your ID that is now clipped to your uniform to you.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”

Woah. He’s hot.

Masking your thoughts with a polite smile you nod to confirm your identity, following suit as the attractive male beckons you to walk with him.

“So for the next few week, you’re going to shadow me. They said you’d had a few years of experience, but you’ll shadow me just until you get used to how things tend to run here.”

You’re nodding along to every word he says, wondering just how you’d gotten so lucky to work with such a charming man.

A few years of experience? Would that explain how you were used to things running? Perhaps the boy doesn’t know...

Showing you to a cubicle right beside his, he explains that this is your work station, also adding that there isn’t too many cases at the moment so you’ll just be filling out simple complaints.

“Did you have any questions? Did you want me to go through a few forms with you?”

You shake your head, smiling up at the black haired boy.

“I think I’ve got it all covered. I’m no stranger to rent disagreements.”

He nods. “Okay just give me a tap if there’s anything I can do!”

However, you know for a fact that you won’t be needing his help.

After a week, it becomes adherent to everyone just how experienced you are. You’ve filled out 167 forms, more then most of the detectives you work with combined.

“You know, you’re really good at doing these.”

You look up at Hyunjin, who now stands on the other side of your desk, watching as your hand flicks through the paperwork in quick strokes.

“Thank you. I’ve had plenty experience.”

“So it seems. You learn fast.”

You put the pen down, curiosity eating at you.

“Do we have any cases?”

The boy watches you for a moment, nodding with a sigh as he seats himself on his chair, pulling it towards you.

“Yeah. This murder case about this girl. We just can’t figure it out. There’s something missing, you know? It’s hard to piece together.”

You hum, twirling your pen and taking out a stack of sticky notes, cogs in your brain already turning.

“Tell me about it.”

After looking at you for a second longer, the boy reaches for a file from his desk, handing it to you to flick through as he explains.

“So the victim; Sarah Evans, was found dead in her apartment on Thursday night. There was no sign of any forced entries or exits, and no sign of self inflicted wounds. The autopsy suggested that it was highly likely she’d been smothered in her sleep. However, there’s only a few people that have access to her apartment; this being her mum, brother and her boyfriend.”

“And you’ve interviewed them?” You ask, eyes narrowed as you flick to the autopsy report.

“Yes. Mum and the brother were out of town; she has an alibi witness. And her boyfriend was at home playing his PlayStation. More specifically ‘Skyrim’.”

You hum, flicking to the photos of the body, desperate for sometime of mark.

“A sock is missing?”

“Yeah. It’s not in her house. It’s the only sign that she struggled at all.”

Nodding, your scanning over the body, eyes narrowed.

“Can you send this to me?”

“Yeah definitely. Do you think we’ve missed something?”

Shaking your head, you finally look up at the boy, whose eyes are glued to you.

“I really don’t know, but a fresh pair of eyes might see something.”

The case eats at you into the morning hours. You’re absolutely positive you’d seen a case like this before.

Your old case files are scattered on the floor, clock reading now 5:04am even though it was just midnight a few minutes ago.

Illuminated by the light of your iPad, you’re zoomed into the tiny details of the body.

Missing fingernails? No.

Fresh bruises? No.

Cuts? No.

When you spot it, you can’t look away, zooming in even closer to see the coloured pixels in her dark hairline.

Blue and purple pixels.

A mark.

A love mark on her neck. In her hairline.

Quickly you’re scrolling to the witness statements, flicking to her boyfriends.

“I was playing Skyrim from the hours 5:00pm, till 8:00pm. I was then in bed from 8:00pm till 7:00am.”

The tracking app on his phone seemed to prove that, but perhaps he hadn’t taken the phone.

The boy explains himself to be a worried boyfriend. He was weary about her male friends, and how they treated her.

A motive; worried about her cheating.

Its like all the dots in your head connect at once.

It was him. The boyfriend.

iPad now abandoned on the floor with the countless papers of past cases, your standing, phone pressed against your ear.

“Hello?”

Hyunjin’s voice is rough, indicating that you’d most definitely woken him from his slumber. But this just couldn’t wait.

“Hyunjin. I’ve got it. I know who it was. There’s a mark we’ve missed. One that gives away a motive.”

You’re barely stopping to breathe as you try to explain, the boys brain so tired he cannot comprehend a thing.

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. I’ll meet you at the office okay? I need to see this mark for myself.”

And with that you’re running to your car, iPad in hand.

Speeding to the office, you basically run in, barely getting through the barricades with a scan of your ID.

“Hyunjin!” You yell, waving the iPad in your arms.

The boy looks at you rather concerned, taking in your wrinkled uniform and your bun that has miscellaneous pens and pencils sticking through it.

“Have you even slept?”

“Thats not the point. I’ve found a mark.” You tell him, zooming in on the love bite.

He takes the iPad from you, looking close.

“Holy shit, you’re right.”

“It was the boyfriend. Like I said on the phone. He was jealous. He admitted that. But he threw the focus off him to say he was worried her male friends would try something. But it’s him Hyunjin, it’s him.”

He nods, eyes leaving the iPad and flicking to your own.

“Let’s call it in.”

And so, at 5:48am, it is finalized that the murder of Sarah Evans was committed by her boyfriend; Marcus Roberts.

By 3:20pm, you’re suited up in a bulletproof vest; “Seoul Police Department” written in white bold letters across your back.

Armed and ready to go, you’re journeying to the murderers house.

Were you nervous? Definitely a little. Why? You had no idea.

But as the door is flung open, and the swarm of police enter, detectives following, your instincts kick in, adrenaline high.

Pulling open various draws, your on the search for the girls missing sock. His screams of protest seem almost non existent, heart beating so loud in your ears.

“We haven’t found the sock. Maybe he’s disposed of it. Burnt it even.”

You ignore Hyunjins words, walking to the bedside table. You’re sure it’s here somewhere. It has to be somewhere.

Fingers tapping along the white wood, Hyunjin only watches with confusion as you reach behind the table, pulling it forwards.

You look up at him, fingers finding a tiny hole in the wood, something soft stuffed inside.

And there it is. The white sock bright against your blue glove.

Putting it into the plastic sleeve that gets shoved towards you, you manage a small smile, your adrenaline finally wearing off into a tiredness.

Walking back through the house, it’s buzzing with the energy only a solved case could produce.

“Buddy, you’re going to be in jail for a long time.”

An officer tells the guilty male, pushing him out of the threshold as you and Hyunjin trail behind him.

“Please! I never meant no harm! She wanted to leave me. I couldn’t do it! I love her! I love her!”

Hyunjin side eyes the male, looking up at the officer.

“There’s our confession. Take him away.”

Climbing into Hyunjins car, you’re on your way back to the office, accomplishment on both your chests.

“You know, you did really well today. You’re extremely smart Y/N.”

Glancing up at Hyunjin as your working at taking off your bulletproof vest, a light smile gracing your features at his compliment.

“Thank you Hyunjin. That means a lot.”

As the car slows to stop at the red light, he is quick to glance over at you, spotting you struggling with the vest, and quickly unclipping the side for you, one you hadn’t seen. Flicking him a quick smile, you pull the vest off, holster still tight around your waist.

“How did you come to apply at Seoul Police Department? If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

“Oh I actually transferred!” You explain, looking up as the car starts moving again. “It’s a nicer environment trust me.”

“Nicer? Where did you work before? A battle ground?” The boy jokes, eyes turning into crescents.

You can see the mole under his eye a little more clearly now.

“Basically.” You laugh, shaking your head as you reminisce over the countless cases. “I worked for the FBI actually.”

“The FBI!” The boy basically yells, eyes off the road and on to you. “I am so sorry I made you do paperwork for like a week. I had no idea!”

Shaking your head, you explain that you actually like to do paperwork and that it’s like stress reliever for you.

Stopping at another light, he looks over at you again.

“So why did you leave may I ask? It must have been such an amazing line of work!”

Your smile fades as you remember, bitterness replacing the euphoric victory.

“It was amazing. But there was a reason why I left. It was one of those things you know? One you can’t really ever forget.”

You feel his gaze grow concerned, questioning and waiting for more.

“It was a hostage situation,” You begin, images of that day fresh in your mind as you recount the easy version of the story.

“It was a small group; 9 of us. He took my gun, used on it two in the group when things got too hectic for him to handle. I just felt so responsible you know? I couldn’t do anything. He would kill me or someone else the instance I lifted a finger. I’d already lost two, I just couldn’t risk the rest-.”

Your voice cuts off on its own, fingers trembling as you fiddle with the vest. Hyunjin takes your hand in his, his action making you look up at the concerned boy.

“That’s never going to happen again. I’ll make sure of it Y/N. And if it does, you’ve got me. I’ll come find you, I can promise you that.”

Hand tight on his, you can’t but help let a smile onto your features.

“Thank you Hyunjin.”

He smiles, looking back at the road as the light goes green and the car starts moving, one hand on the steering wheel, but the other wrapped tightly around your own.

“Let’s go find another case for you to solve Detective Y/N.”

[guitypleasure052016]

Being Opie’s 17 Year Old Half Sister...

This request has been sitting in my inbox for a long time and I finally got to it. It was supposed to be a headcanon but I ended up getting really into it and it turned into a bit of a story along the way. It’s a combination of them both. I’m rambling now, but I hope you like it! 😘

Requested By: Anonymous

You and Opie were half-siblings, the two of you sharing a mother in Mary but having different fathers

Your mother had left Charming with your older brother Opie when he was 16 years old and you were born about two years later

Mary had hooked up with one of the locals in the new city where she lived, but he skipped town when he found out she was pregnant with you

Opie had turned 18 and left town to go back to his life in Charming while your mother was still pregnant 

Your mother was a helicopter mom and was always warning you about not following the path of your older brother

Opie did not officially meet you until you were 7 years old and he had come to town due to a death in the family

He had wanted to meet his little sister sooner, but he also did not want to face his mother’s wrath after he’d gone back to Charming so he kept his distance

Even though your mother had tried to scare you off of your brother, you were intrigued by the mysterious man you had heard so much about and on the day of the funeral you snuck away from your mother in search of him

You discovered him outside, smoking a cigarette by himself, seeming to avoid the crowded funeral home

He recognized you immediately, having seen pictures of you, and nervously introduced himself, not knowing if Mary had poisoned you against him

Opie was shocked when you not only greeted him warmly but wrapped your tiny arms around him, hugging him tightly

The two of you talked for hours, catching up on all that you had missed over the years

Your mother was furious when she found you and took you back inside, insisting that you stayed by her side for the rest of the evening

Before Opie left town, you had snuck out of your house and tried to leave with him, being angry with your mother for keeping him away

Your brother told you that you couldn’t come with him, but that he would come to visit you as often as he could

‘Opie kept his promise and visited you once a month, picking you up on a Saturday morning and spending the day with you before heading back to Charming, not wanting to deal with your mother

The only time your mother let you go back to Charming with your brother was when he married his longtime girlfriend Donna

Opie had brought Donna with him many times when he visited you and the two of you had grown very close and she had even asked you to be a junior bridesmaid

You were honestly shocked that your mom let you go, but after a huge argument and her threatening Opie within an inch of his life if he didn’t have you home, she had agreed to let you go

You were thrilled about getting to go back to the town that your brother had told you so much about and getting to see his life there

To this day, your mother claims that letting you go away that weekend was her biggest mistake because ever since that weekend of freedom you constantly talked about the day you would leave

Your monthly visits continued with Donna joining him as often as she could and once Kenny and Ellie were born, they joined in the monthly visits as well

This had become such a regular part of your life that when a month passed and you hadn’t heard from your brother or Donna you knew something was wrong

This was the first time you ran away, hopping on a bus and heading to Charming to find out what had kept your brother

When you arrived at his house, you were met by an exhausted-looking Donna and the kids but your brother was nowhere to be found

When Donna told you that Opie had been arrested and was going to be in jail for some time, you didn’t believe her and ran off before she could stop you

Your mother had assumed that you had made your way to Charming and found you at the local sheriff's office asking how to contact your brother

She forced you to come home with her, but not before a sympathetic man named Chief Unser slipped you a piece of paper with a phone number on it

You gave your mother the silent treatment on the way home and quickly retreated to your room when you arrived at the house

The next day when your mother was still at work, you called the number and after some time you heard your brother’s voice on the phone

Opie tried to sound hopeful when he talked to you but you could hear the sadness in his voice as he told you that he would be in jail for the next few years

He told you to call Donna if you needed absolutely anything while he was behind bars and if she couldn’t help then you should call his friend Jax Teller who you had met at the wedding

Donna had tried to visit you a few times but with Opie behind bars, she had to hold down a job and two kids which made finding time to visit you rather difficult

While you had frequent phone calls with your brother and Jax and Donna checking in on you, those five years were still the lonliest of your life

The second time you ran away from home was the week you found out that your brother had gotten out of jail

Opie was happy to see you and wrapped you in a big hug but you could tell that there was something different about your brother

After inviting you to have dinner with Donna, Ellie, and Kenny, he told you that you needed to go home and he put you on a bus back to your mother

He promised he would visit you as often as you could but with his new job at the lumber yard and trying to catch up on lost time with the kids, his visits happened less and less

You took it upon yourself to make the visits happen and ran away constantly to the town of Charming to visit your brother

Every time you showed up on his doorstep, Opie would offer you a sad smile, take you out to lunch, and then put you on a bus back to your mother who became angrier each time you ran off

Your mother hated how entranced you were with the small town of Charming which is why you were shocked when she woke you up one morning and told you that's where the two of you were headed

When you arrived in Charming, you were horrified to discover the reason for your trip, Donna had been murdered

Opie seemed completely detached from everything, simply going through the motions of what he was expected to do

Not knowing how to help your brother, you took on the role of caretaker for Ellie and Kenny along with your mother

The two of you stayed in town for a few weeks helping to take care of the kids while Opie’s grief consumed him and kept him away from home

It eventually became too much for your mother and she decided to head home but you told her that you would not be joining her, wanting to stay and support your family here in Charming

Mary had grown tired of the back and forth trying to keep you away from Charming and the people there so she allowed you to stay but told you not to come crying to her when Charming destroyed you

After transferring to Charming High to begin your junior year, you officially moved into the Winston home

Each day you would get the kids up, get them ready, and walk them to school before heading over to the high school and attempting to stay awake during your classes

Opie barely spent any time at home anymore, but after a full 48 hours had passed without any word from him, you took a cab to Teller-Morrow to see if any of his brothers had heard from him

When you arrived, you spotted Jax and Opie’s father Piney and inquired if either of them had seen Opie recently

After telling them how absent Opie had been, they were both appalled and Piney stomped into the clubhouse to confront his son

Jax pulled you aside and told you that from now on if you and the kids ever needed anything, you were to call him

He told you that since you were family to Opie, you were family to everyone in Samcro and that they would help out in any way they could

Things were initially awkward after that, but soon things started to get better, or at least Opie seemed to be trying to be home more

On top of that, Piney began coming around to help with the kids

The two of you got along pretty well and you loved asking him questions about what your brooding big brother was like as a child

You settled into a bit of a routine, with Piney dropping you and the kids off and picking you from school

When you got home you would help the kids with their homework and make dinner which was usually around the time that Opie would arrive home to eat with you all

Opie was always telling you how much he appreciated you and how he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together after Donna if it wasn’t for you

As grateful as he was for everything you did for him, he sometimes worried that he was taking advantage and that you had too much responsibility for someone your age

That all changed when he began dating a woman named Lyla

You were initially wary of the young blonde,  between her age and her profession, you weren’t sure if she was the best fit for your father

That didn’t stop Opie from bringing her around which gave you the opportunity to get to know each other and much to your surprise, the two of you hit it off

Once Lyla and her son Piper moved in, things changed even more but they seemed to be changing for the better

Piper, Ellie, and Kenny got along great, your brother was happy and in love, and Lyla took on the mother role that you had occupied for quite some time which gave you all sorts of free time that you didn’t know what to do with

Lyla encouraged you to get involved with activities at school, wanting to give you the chance to be a normal teenager for once

When you saw there were try-outs for the school’s softball team, you decided to give it a try, being reminded of minor league baseball games you used to attend with your brother

When you made the team, Lyla and Opie were ecstatic and declared that the family would be in the stands cheering you on at every game

They were true to their word, and at least one of them was present at every single one of your games

Your blended family may have seemed mismatched from the outside, but in reality, you all completed each other and you’d never been happier

When Lyla and Opie decided to make it official and get married, Lyla asked you to be her maid of honor

Opie bought you a beautiful dress to wear and Lyla insisted you get ready with her so that she could help you with your hair and makeup

Half of the town was there, along with the largest group of bikers that you’d ever seen

After your official maid of honor duties were done, you felt awkward and ended up sitting at a table with some of the Samcro guys who were partaking in the open bar

Jax and Piney had tried to slip you a drink or two, claiming it was a right of passage but were caught by Opie and Lyla who tore them a new one

Towards the end of the night, as things were beginning to wind down, you heard someone call your name

When you turned around, you were shocked to see Dylan from your physics class

Apparently, Dylan’s father, a local business owner, was a friend of the club so his family had scored an invite to the wedding

The two of you had never socialized much outside of class but tonight was different and you found yourself seeing Dylan in an entirely different light

The two of you talked and talked until you heard your favorite song on and Dylan asked you if you wanted to dance

Halfway through the song, you noticed that Dylan looked petrified and without having to ask you knew that your big brother had come over to cut in

As soon as Dylan was out of earshot, Opie immediately began grilling you, asking about who “that boy” was and where you knew him from

You hugged your brother and laughed, telling him to relax and enjoy his wedding

He nodded and rolled his eyes before telling you that if you wanted to score that second piece of wedding cake you’d been talking about, now would be the time before the caterers started boxing it up

As you scurried away to grab some extra dessert, your brother quickly walked in the opposite direction to find Juice because he had an important job for him

Opie was determined to find out absolutely everything about “that boy” who was putting the moves on his baby sister

That boy would have to go through him, and after missing out on so much of your life, Opie was determined to protect his baby sister, no matter the cost

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Careful// Spencer Reid OneShot

Word Count: haha, a whopping 1.7K

Requested? Oooooo yes and it was like McDonald’s my friends. I’m loving it.

Warnings: Murder, witness protection, OTC drug abuse, kidnapping, hostage situation, angst.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry it took so long, I was going through something but I’m all good now. I promise to try and update more regularly, and to all other asks in my inbox I promise to get to them. I didn’t want to start anything ‘till this one was done. But I’m real excited y’all thanks for this.

Spencer Reid had been dating Y/N for five months, but he had loved her for at least two years, and nothing killed him more than when she got hurt. Which was a lot. Part of him thought that when they started dating she would be more careful, but she wasn’t.

“We’ve got a case, briefing in five.” JJ called as she went to set up the presentation.

Y/N stood, making her way to the coffee pot, “Want some, Spence?”

“Uh, yeah that would be great.” Spencer smiled up at his girlfriend, “Thanks.”

She poured two cups of coffee, bringing them over to Reid’s desk. The couple took their hot drinks into the conference room. The team settled around the round table, all glancing at the case files in front of them.

“Marshfield, Wisconsin,” JJ clicked to a photo, “This is Noelle Alexander, the third victim in the series of murders that have taken place over the course of three weeks.”

“Third? Why are we only be brought in now?” Morgan said.

“The first and second victims didn’t have any similarities except for their appearance, until now the police had written it off as a coincidence,” She clicked once more, pictures of all three victims sliding onto the screen. All of them shared Y/N’s key features, which she clearly didn’t seem to notice, “The three women were all killed within five miles of each other.”

“Strangulation is reported as the cause of death, so why did this UNSUB stab his victims post-mortem?” Prentiss closed her file.

“Cases like this, it’s a very specific type, his victims probably represent a female in his life. This woman probably left him abruptly, or at least did something that he perceived as “ruining his life.” He might even be living out his revenge fantasy. If this woman is still alive, it’s very likely he won’t stop killing until he kills her.” Spencer explained.

“Which means we’ve got to work fast. Wheels up in ten.” Hotch stood and walked out of the room.

Y/N went back to her desk, getting her go-bag and pouring the remainder of her coffee into a travel mug. Spencer took a couple of strides, planting a kiss a on Y/N’s cheek.

“Hey, promise me you’ll be careful on this one?” He said.

“I’m always careful.” She laughed slightly, closing her travel mug and walking towards the plane. Reid sighed, she definitely wasn’t.

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The team touched down in Marshfield at around eleven o’clock, Prentiss and Hotch went down to the police station, Morgan, Rossi, and Reid went to the latest crime scene, and JJ and Y/N left to speak to the first victim’s family. All in all, this should’ve been an easy case, they already had a basic profile of the UNSUB. Then the pattern changed.

“There’s been two people killed, the victims are the same as before.” The police chief said, obviously in a panic.

“Is there any possibility that this is a copycat?” Morgan said.

“The details of the murder weren’t released to the public,” The officer said setting down his jacket, “so it’s very unlikely.”

“Great, so this guy is devolving.” Rossi looked back to the evidence board, “We need to tell the whole department, he isn’t going to stop until we stop him.”

“Ok, Prentiss and I will go reinterview the community.” Y/N nodded to her teammate, making her way out of the station.

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“Excuse me, Timothy Vickers? This is the FBI, we would just like to ask some follow up questions.” Prentiss asked, knocking on his door.

The door creaked open, the man peeked through, eyes widening slightly at Y/N. He immediately opened the door further. “Come on in.”

“Mr. Vickers, we’d just like to check up and make sure you haven’t seen anything pertaining to the recent string of murders.” Y/N said walking into the threshold, “We believe the man we are looking for spends a lot of time in public areas, and possibly outside. He may do a lot of yard work, or even volunteers. However, he probably comes across as very socially awkward.”

“Sorry, I- I haven’t seen anything.” He stepped forward a little.

“Then I apologize for wasting your time,” Emily smiled slightly, “We’ll be on our way.”

“Thank you for your ti-” Y/N was slightly cut off as she began to walk away.

“Actually, I may know someone like that.” Vickers blurted, sitting on an old brown couch.

“Are you sure, Mr. Vickers?” Prentiss said.

“I believe so,” He laughed, once again standing, “Would you ladies like some coffee?”

“Uh, n-”

“Yes, that would be great, thank you.” Y/N stopped Prentiss mid-phrase, shooting her a cautionary glance.

“Just one minute.” He made his way into a small kitchen two rooms away.

“Emily, message the team. Tell them where we are.”

“Done,” She said, immediately typing on her phone.

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“Hello, my lovelies, I’ve searched the database and I think I’ve got a hit on our guy.” Garcia’s voice cut through the silence in the police station.

“What you got, baby girl?” Morgan turned towards the screen.

“One Timothy Vickers, born Gregory Koch. Briefly spent time in jail when accused by his then-girlfriend, Sylvia Sanster, of serial theft. He got out about a year ago, but he moved to Marshfield about four weeks ago. Anyone want to take a guess as to why?”

“Sylvia Sanster, we interviewed her when we first got here.” Hotch answered.

“Correctamundo, girl got out of dodge as soon as Timmy was locked up.” She continued, “She died her hair and got contacts, but before that, she matched the victimology exactly.”

“What did you say this guy’s name was again?” Spencer suddenly seemed panicked.

“His name now is Timothy Vickers.” Garcia repeated, “Why?”

“Prentiss just messaged me, her and Y/N are at his house.” He stared helplessly at his team, hands trembling slightly.

“They messaged so they obviously knew that something might happen.” Rossi put his hand on Reid’s shoulder, “They are aware, and they aren’t defenseless.”

He lightly shrugged off Rossi’s hand, “Well, I’m not waiting around.” Spencer stood up, not wasting a second before grabbing keys and a gun.

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“Cream and sugar?” Vickers called from the kitchen doorway.

“Yes, please, if it’s no bother.” Y/N smiled.

“Y/L/N, we should go, get backup.” Prentiss whispered.

“Em, you know this guy will likely skip town, we’re probably safer if we don’t leave suddenly.”

Almost as if on cue, Timothy walked back into the living room, handing both of the agents a cup of coffee. Being honest, Y/N would have never pegged this guy as a killer without the profile. Which seemed, usually, to be the most terrifying part of the job.

“Thank you, Mr. Vickers.” She shifted back into a pleasant persona.

“Of course, please, sit.” He said, sitting himself in the armchair parallel to the couch.

So they did, both of the women sipping their coffee slightly. “So, what exactly did you think you saw?” Prentiss lowered her mug.

“This guy I volunteer with, uh Cody- no, Thomas?” Vickers stumbled across his words, “Um, I can’t quite remember his name, but he’s just like you mentioned.”

“And what organization do you two volunteer for?” Y/N said.

“Oh, uh the, the Red Cross.”

“You’re sure you don’t remember his name at all?” Y/N continued.

“I can go look through my fi-”

“What’s in this coffee?” Emily stood, stumbling a little and dropping her cup.

Everything began to crash around Y/N, as Prentiss reached for her gun, Vickers pulled out his own, “Timing is everything, isn’t it?” He laughed.

“Hey, Timothy, no one needs to get hurt. Okay?” Y/N said placing herself between him and her teammate. Again, as if planned, sirens pulled up outside.

Vickers grabbed Y/N tightly, pulling her to his chest, bringing the gun to her temple. “Out,” he nodded for Prentiss to make her way to the door, “Gun down, or I shoot her.”

Emily obeyed groggily, the door creaking open once again, this time the rest of the team was outside waiting. The first person Y/N saw was Spencer, she had never seen him so scared.

“We have you surrounded Gregory, let her go.” Reid’s voice trembled a little as he yelled.

“Or what?” he laughed louder, every move made Y/N tense more.

Bang

Y/N began to shake violently, the grip on her arm falling away. She turned to see the red stain on his forehead spreading. When she looked back Spencer stood in front of her, tears in his eyes. He immediately pulled her into a hug, as Morgan checked on Prentiss. She shut her eyes tight, in turn shutting out everything around her but her genius.

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Both Y/N and Emily were admitted to the hospital, in case of poison. Prentiss’s coffee had high levels of doxylamine, but Y/N’s cup was only coffee. That didn’t stop Reid’s panic of what could have happened. That also didn’t stop his anger when he found out that she hadn’t been carrying a gun.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he yelled in the tiny checkup room.

“They were routine interviews! There was no reason to!”

“There is always, always, a reason to. We hunt serial killers. Why would you ever go anywhere without a weapon?”

“Because, you know, unlike a sociopath, I like to believe that there is good in the world.”

“Yeah well that’s great, when you are NOT on a murder investigation. Then, it is adorable, but when you are interviewing possible killers, it’s dangerous.” He got closer to her, “Not just to you, to everyone around you.”

“Everyone is fine, Spence.” She softened her tone slightly.

“And if you hadn’t been his type? He would have killed you and Emily. Not everything is always gonna be okay. You aren’t always going to have backup, I won’t be there to help you.”

“I got this job without you, I don’t need you to help me. I know what I’m doing”

“What happens when you get into a situation where you do not know what you are doing? What happens when you die because I wasn’t there, because you didn’t bring a gun?” He began to fidget, shaking as he spoke.

“It’s not gonna happen.”

“You don’t know that.” His voice cracked.

“Okay, Spencer, I promise to be more careful. I’ll carry my gun everywhere, I- I promise.” Y/N walked towards him, pulling him as close as she could manage.

“I can- I cannot, I will not lose you.”

“And you won’t. You won’t.”

“I promise, Spence.”