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yourfatherlucifer · 11 hours ago

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| 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 | Chapter One

Mafia!Ot8!Ateez x Female!Reader

Summary: After losing everything through gambling, your father's debts to the Ateez Mafia have resulted in you becoming their property. With no other family left, you are now at the mercy of these dangerous criminals due to your father's reckless actions.

Warnings for this chapter: Slight Parental Abuse, kidnapping, mental breakdown, MDNI

My Thankful Help: @potatomountain @kitten4sannie @rems-writing

WC: 1.7k

AU: Mafia

Nets: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AN: This chapter is under 2k because as I said, the first chapter would be short.

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“Dad, please, this is all I have left!” Y/N’s dad didn’t care, he snatched the few bills she clenched in her palms, then shoved her to the floor.

“I don’t care. I need it more, you brat.”

Her father left her on the cold hard floor without another thought as he exited her home.

This all started five years ago, when her mother died and her father became a huge gambling addict. Every bit of death insurance money that was left for their daughter was stolen by the father for excessive spending.

Whatever, his ass can forget it.

Y/N had to return to work if she wanted to keep her home, rent and bills were definitely no joke. With a sigh and groan, she grabbed her apron and hat. As much as she hated her customers, she had a good job. It paid well and gave her a nice home: small, but nice. The best part is that it’s away from her fathers run down house.

Oh the family home..it used to be so beautiful. Y/N’s mother always kept it so extravagant and beautiful, her father actually built it for her mother. Alas, once she died, Y/N’s dad let it fall into disrepair. Holes in the floor, broken windows, no working appliances. It truly was just, not hospitable in any way shape or form.

The walk to the car was miserable, with her pockets robbed of the last cash she had, her bank account stripped clean of its currency. Y/N hated her father in these final minutes to her car, “Piece of shit, hate his ass.”

Her car struggled to start, pissing her off even more. Her hands smacked against the steering wheel and she let out an agonizing scream. Tears streamed down her face that signified her further frustration. Why? Why not was her life like this? Y/N stepped out of her car with a slam of the door. Bus transposition it is. She could only count on the money she made tonight to make it back home. Her bus card only had enough for one ride.

Y/N grabbed her coat before heading back outside to the bus station, it better not be packed. Her day was already shitty and she didn’t need to be jostled around by people on the way to work.

The moment she stepped onto the bus and scanned her card, only then could she breathe a sigh of relief. There was no one on the bus which gave her momentary tranquility. A peaceful silence if you must.

After the jostling bus ride and arriving to work, Y/N prepared for a long day ahead of her. Hopefully having no shitty customers and ending the day with a good pay.

She needs it.

About six hours later, she was clocked out of work with some cash in her pocket, she had made about one hundred and twenty four dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her home and maybe something ordered to eat. Tomorrow's payment would have to go to rent no matter what. She absolutely cannot afford to be homeless.

It had turned dark outside on the way home which she didn’t mind but alas, men. She never had to worry about that but she still worried regardless.

With her home in sight, she let out another sigh of relief and stepped inside. Why was it so dark? She knows she left the lights on. She was sure she left them on. Y/N was about to bolt when hands grabbed her and the lights turned on.

Three men resided in her home entrance and she panicked, “Who the hell are you people and why are you in my home?” She tried her hardest to break away from the man’s hold, she couldn’t see what they looked like and that scared her.

A short one with orange hair pushed himself off the couch with a frown, “You’re not Mark..” His face grew cold, “Might I ask who you are instead?”

Y/N could only scowl before giving in, “I’m his daughter. What do you want with my father?”

“Well, you see, he owes us a hefty bit of money. He listed this place as his home but he’s not here. Do you know where he is?” He came face to face with the girl as he scanned her body up and down. Quite the specimen indeed, he thought.

Y/N shook her head, “Why the hell would I know where that deadbeat is? He’s nothing but trouble and continues to steal my money.”

This made the man laugh, the others stiffening.

“Oh, yeah, sounds just like him.” He thought for a moment before nodding to himself, “Well, guess we’re gonna have to take you instead! Maybe we can lure him out with you.”

Before she could protest and scream for help, something was bashed against her head and she fell to the floor in a blackout.

Time flew by quickly.

The moment she woke up, she realized she was in a cell, her body wrapped in a tight rope and her legs barred together tightly.

Y/N began to cry, of course her father would get her in this situation. What a dickweed.

A light quickly flashed into the dark room, someone stepped in.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” The voice was monotone, “Captain wants to see you.” The sounds of keys jingling rattled her ears, swearing she had a concussion.

She was quickly yanked up and taken outside of the cell, ��Do not attempt to flee, I will just shove you back in there with nothing to eat.”

Y/N gave in and let him take her upstairs. She was astonished by his beauty once they reached the light. No, no, do not think that way, she thought to herself. She was kidnapped.

She was taken to a room that was secluded from the rest, chandeliers lining the hallway as she walked, well, was forced down. Still, a beautiful place that astonished her.

Once she was shoved into the room and the door slammed behind her, only then could she look up from where she fell.

The other man stood up from his seat and helped her stand up, “I told you to be gentle, Jongho. Follow my orders next time or you know damn well what happens.”

“Yes, Hongjoong, sir, I’m sorry.” The voice spoke from behind the girl.

This guy was the boss?

“I’m Hongjoong, I’m the leader of ateez and you’re in our home. You can thank your father for that.” Hongjoong gently brought Y/N to a seat and sat her down, sending shivers down her spine.

“What do I have to do with my father? He’s not going to rescue me. He only cares about his money.” He didn’t like those words but quickly gathered his cool.

“No matter, fathers always come back if they want to escape our wrath.” Hongjoong cleared his throat before he stood up once more, “You’ll be staying with us until he makes an appearance or pays us back.”

She knew neither was going to happen. She’d be stuck here forever until the day she died.

Tears lined her eyes as she tried to fight them back, “Then you should just kill me.”

Hongjoong laughed in such a maniacal way that it scared Y/N, “I won’t be doing that either, you’re too pretty to kill. I like you.” He wasn’t sending any red flags but still, he scared Y/N.

“Fine.”

“Good girl. Jongho, take her to the room I had prepared and have the maids clean her up and feed her.” With a wave of his hand, Y/N was back to being yanked around, “Be gentle, dammit!” His fist smacked against the desk and Jongho was frightened once more, being more careful than he had before.

When the two of them were out of sight, Jongho was harsh once again, “I don’t like you. I don’t see why Captain has such an interest in you, I would’ve just killed you if I was in his position.”

Y/N couldn’t say anything, she was too scared, too afraid to die in all honesty. She could only wonder what would happen to her home, her job, everything she had. Would she just be reported as missing? What would happen? Would anyone even care?

“You’ll be staying in here.” She was shoved into a room once again but maids rushed to her this time, helping her to the bed, almost as if they were also afraid of Hongjoong.

She didn’t blame them.

Y/N didn’t even fight back, she let them undress her, too hollow of shell at the moment. They led her to a prepared bath, it was..big. Too big.

They helped her inside and began washing her body before she shouted, “I can do it myself, thank you.” The maids didn’t scamper off unfortunately.

“We’re so sorry, but Mr Kim wants us doing this. We have to.” They spoke with such a frightening tone, almost as if they were gonna get their heads chopped off on a stand.

They scrubbed her body with such ease and care, not wanting to hurt the girl. Too scared to do so. Then again, they haven’t had another girl in the house in so long. It was nice.

Once they were done, they had her step out, drying and dressing her in a gown. Something she normally would never wear, alas she has no choice unfortunately. If this is what the man wanted her to wear then so be it.

The several maids took their leave for a moment and Y/N took that as her chance to escape. She bolted out of the bathroom, out of the room, then into the hallway. Her heavy breaths carried her in a panic, but what she didn’t expect was to run in a hard chest.

Y/N screamed in defeat as they grabbed her tight. She recognized the hold as the person who captured her home.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” The voice snickered in such a mimicking tone, “Mm, captain is gonna love to hear about this.”

Y/N stared up into his eyes, yet another beautiful man and this one was definitely tall.

“You do look delicious.” However, he shrugged and dragged her back into the room, “I’m Mingi, though, next time you try to escape, I won’t be so lenient.” The door was slammed as Mingi left her in the cold and dark room once more.

Y/N could only cry as she came to the conclusion she was never leaving this place.

Ever.

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narenohate · 4 months ago

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I FOUND OLD ART FROM THE OLD FIC,,, woulde someone want me to rewrite it? i haev plot in me head :'3 the soul scrolls left behind by the collector's people are perfected into beast-curses that make criminals useful by both breaking their minds and warping their bodies. born anew in confusion, they turn to the emperor's light, and bow for baptism, made holy in their sacrifice.

Summary of what i wanna write...

Luz is a basilisk. This wasn't always the case, but she does not remember what she was before this. She's stopped from pondering when she realizes she knows the guard outside her cell-, one Amity Blight, keen-eyed, rising fast in the coven's ranks, from somewhere. She thrashes, tears her blanket to pieces, falls to the floor. She takes on a face by instinct - it comes to the forefront of her mind and her reflexes, more natural than any mask before it, but belonging not to any sort of witch or demon she knows. Instead, it seems to pertain to fear itself, for the girl outside her cell won't stop screaming. She has an aching heart and a brain that barely recalls the meaning of the words she's hearing, taking its time to process what the girl is repeating like a mantra. Amity cannot kill the basilisk while it wears her human's face, and Luz has eight hours to convince her that they know one another from somewhere, and that if Amity opens the gate, she will figure out how things were supposed to be, and she will snap the status quo back in place. If she just comes a little closer, she'll hold her hand. She'll kiss her knuckles. She'll look like she did when they wheeled her away to the execution chamber, in the dim light. Filthy and glass-eyed. meanwhile, far away, Camila Noceda copes with the fourth anniversary of her daughter's return from a summer camp excursion that ended in disaster, and celebrates that, even if she was the only one, Luz survived. A part of her hates herself for letting her daughter back in, more than for leaving her at that bus stop all those years ago. You see, Camila is growing more convinced each day that what came back to her home after the carnage was cleaned up and every other body was identified… Isn't Luz at all.

nobody knows but. this is for want of a nail: luz and camila went their separate ways with a worse fight, because the bus didn't go to the camp on the same day as it all started. as fights tend to do between family members, it got ugly.

and so, once she crossed the threshold, and just so happened to find herself with a witch a bit sicker, a bit more in need of her help, luz sunk deeper into eda's hold, clung desperate, begged for a way to never let go. so she took the mirror and traced the line on her ear - are you sure this is short enough, kid? right angle? it'll bleed too much to do it twice over.

to learn to walk on her toes as witches do and must, she wore odd heels. the sickness of the isles' food faded. it welcomed her. she became faster with a spring to her step and a room like a nest, teeth just a bit too sharp, gums tinted purple from her new diet.

the glyphs, she burned them upon her skin. it hurt like hell and then felt like her papí's hugs.

she leaned into it, called herself a witch by month three. sash and belt, shawl over shoulders, hair tied back behind a scarf. and if you called her clawthorne, she'd jolt to attention, quick, as if she were used to it.

thus, when belos found her, he did not assume he was facing off against a human.

... she did not re-learn her name was luz until a coven guard dully uttered it, nauseous at the sight of her after so many years.

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neuroprincess · 2 years ago

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Past, present and future - The Conversation (Chapter 5)

Emily Prentiss/Female Reader

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Summary: The agents on an old case become the target of a criminal group seeking revenge, and Emily returns after four years, thinking she doesn’t have much to lose until she learns about a part of her past that has been denied.

Warnings: A little angst, anxiety crisis, OC (original character)

Word count: +3800

Unrevised chapter

Lilibet's eyes are sweet and curious, there is depth and intensity in the gaze of such a little person. The eyelashes are long, thick and lovely, giving an even more angelic and expressive appearance. And remind Emily, they share the same shade of chocolate brown, which easily earn Y/N in just a few seconds staring at her with an adorable pout, this always makes her want to hug the little girl and fill her with kisses. In fact those eyes are the woman's greatest weakness, because she can never say no to the little princess. She is her weak point. Another thing the little girl shares with the chief is her smile, straight teeth, dimpled cheeks, and when she smiles, lips formed in a way that highlights her heart-shaped mouth. It's one of the most adorable features of the little one, along with all the other hundreds of features the mother can list as she faces her daughter about to fall asleep on her hotel bed, wrapped in a thin colorful blanket and hugging her plush teddy bear. Lilibet is having trouble sleeping after all that has happened and with the little nap on the way, it had not been long or quality, but enough. When this happens the brunette becomes sly and difficult to deal with, also a bit moody, so all that is left for Y/N to do is use her secret weapon, lullabies. "Hush Little Baby", "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", "All the Pretty Little Horses", "Mary Had a Little Lamb", "The Wheels on the Bus" and "Row, Row, Row Your Boat". She sang one by one hugging Lili, caressing her dark hair and thinking how lucky she is to have her in arms, how every second counted so she could act, not even wanting to imagine what would happen if she didn't get there in time.

So many years working at Interpol and also at the BAU have made her realize that even though she is not in a job that requires guns constantly she has decided that she must protect her small family safe from the evils that surround them, from horrible people just like the ones she has had to deal with and possible retaliation from the past. Although Clyde has given her a clean record and a safe place, she can't ignore the fact that those monsters she has imprisoned or their partners may seek revenge. So that's why she decided to keep a gun at home, making sure it was always locked up and out of Lilibet's sight. She knew that she would need to be prepared in case any kind of emergency occurred and also to ensure their safety, determined not to allow her daughter to have to go through anything like what she went through before, in the end it only served to protect them because now she knows that even at a very young age Lili will probably carry marks from that day forever.

- How I wonder what you are... - she whispers the last verse of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", the girl's favorite and sung for the third time in the night.

After two hours of fighting against sleep Lilibet finally falls asleep, her plush teddy bear pressed against her chest, face relaxed, body light and her breathing becoming calm as the minutes pass. Mother pulls the blanket over her body, covering her carefully and gently, placing a loving kiss on the little forehead before settling down beside her. But then, only after ensuring that her daughter is all right, can she deal with her own demons. Images from the day before take over mind like a movie that repeats itself several times, like when someone loses the remote control and is forced to watch the same bad channel over and over again. She sees herself running down the halls, the gun in trembling hand, the adrenaline high, the steps fast. She finds herself desperately trying to reach the room where Lili was, the panic and fear of losing her daughter consuming her, and then the familiar sound of gunshots, then red, very red mixed into the wooden floor of the foyer as the child stood there, standing. And she constantly watches herself reliving that moment, unable to change the channel, unable to pull out those memories along with all the unassimilated feelings and sensations.

Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling fan spinning at medium speed, on the city lights vaguely illuminating the dark room, attentive to the muffled noises coming from the ground floor seven stories below, and to those in the corridor where she is, memorizing the footsteps of the security guards, worrying about anyone different from them. But the dry thuds against the floor are more familiar than Y/N would like to admit, instead of knocks on the door she hears the metallic sound of keys against the lock and the knob turning next. She curls up in bed pressing the blankets even tighter against her chest, unable to look at the door and who has entered. She hears heels, but her mind refuses to believe the safe possibility and goes into another alert mode, survival speaking louder than reason. Her heart beats harder to the point where she could swear to hear it, hands sweat and she felt paralyzed, trapped in her own instrusive thoughts. When a hand touches a shoulder, Y/N trembles even more and her heart speeds up to the point of feeling almost pain, which makes her tear up, tears caught in the edges of the eyes. Y/N's hands tremble and she feels even more paralyzed against the bed, she feels helpless as if she is stuck in a maze of thoughts, unable to find a way out to free herself and suddenly back to square one, desperate. The woman still can't turn to look at who is there, but something inside her calms a little as she hears Emily's calm, familiar voice.

- Hey, hey... Relax, it's just me, Emily. - the brunette whispers taking the hand off her shoulder and moving to hold her in a tight hug, pulling the body against her own as Y/N stifles a cry in the curve of the chief's neck so she doesn't wake the child sleeping next to her - It's okay. Calm down, it's okay.

Emily has arms tightened around her, it is cozy and comforting, her touch is soft, Y/N can recognize the scent of the brunette's usual perfume as well as the shampoo as the strands rub against her face. Even though they were divorced years ago she can feel the familiarity and comfort of being in her arms, Emily still knows how to soothe her. She can feel the strength around, it somehow makes her feel protected, so her body slowly relaxes, allowing Y/N to snuggle even tighter against her ex-wife's body, hear her whispering in ear that everything is okay now while thin and gentle fingers caress her head slowly until breathing normalizes and her body stops shaking, the tears have stopped making eyes burn so much when they dry.

- I'm here, no one will hurt you. You don't have to be afraid, you're safe... - Emily's voice is clear, calm and gradually makes the woman relax, slowly the bad thoughts dissipating as she concentrates on the voice that continues to speak reassuring words, bringing her back to the present - - Are you okay now? - Emily asks gently, looking at her with a worried expression in eyes, the same expression she indentifies in her daughter every time she looks at her now and it made Y/N break into tears.

- I don't know, I still don't know. - she whispers, voice almost inaudible not wanting to leave her chest as she separates from the chief, moving quickly to check on the daughter, but seeing her peaceful appearance and in deep sleep reassures herself. Y/N looks over her shoulder to Emily, still seeing concern in her face - I don't know what was going on, but... thank you.

- You're welcome. - Emily nods, putting her hand lightly on Y/N's shoulder - I think it was an anxiety crisis. Are you ok now? If you need anything, I'm here. - she says gently, looking into Y/N's eyes and trying to give a smile, unsuccessfully, her heart aches to imagine what the former agent is going through and the child too - We can talk about it, if you want.

Y/N wipes the tears away and swallows hard, trying not to cry again. She turns to Emily, trying to keep a neutral expression, hiding her feelings of pain, fear and helplessness.

- I'm fine, thank you. - she says, forcing a smile. - Don't worry, it's nothing. I'll be fine in time. Now, let's talk about what we had planned.

- Are you sure you're well enough to talk about it? If you don't want to talk about it now, we can postpone the conversation. - Emily sighs and approaches carefully, gently trying to touch Y/N's shoulder again, but she pulls away, her hard gaze making it clear that she is not ready for contact - I understand, don't worry.

- No. No, I'm fine. - she replies, keeping a firm voice as she can, directing the topic - So, have you read Lili's entire file? Are there any questions that need to be clarified? Anything you'd like to know?

The brunette is silent for long seconds, head down as her mind fills with mixed feelings as she hears her talking about this topic with a certain distance and coldness in voice, Emily feels a combination of sadness and guilt, because if Lili is really her daughter, then she has missed important growing up years, all those first moments like first steps, word, school day, first soccer game or whatever she does as a hobby, as well as birthdays. She was not there to hold her and help blow out the candles. Emily sighs deeply, aware that she may never have the chance to make up for lost time, nor would there be any way to go back in the past and try to do something different, because if there was she would definitely do it. She raises her head, looking at Y/N, and swallows dryly settling herself on the bed. Her jaw is tense and she tries to struggle to formulate something decent, non-invasive, trying to find the right words to express her feelings, but she can't.

- I know the file tells some things about her, but... does she have something she likes to do? Something she loves? Favorite color? - the chief bites the tongue, feeling suddenly silly for having asked so many trivial questions when there is a big question in the middle.

- I thought the first thing you would do is question motherhood. - Y/N laughs and sits down on the end of the other bed facing her ex-wife - Let's start from this point.

- Okay, so, how? I left and you were already pregnant? But our last attempt was months earlier. - Emily tries to do the mental math between her going to London and Lilibet's birth, remembering the time period between their last attempt to get pregnant and her leaving, the question on her mind from the moment she read the file - And we had negative results.

- One week and a few days before you left I secretly tried one last chance, two after you left for London came the positive. I called you.

- And I never answered. - the woman completes in a shaky voice - I don't question being or not being Lilibet's mother, I believe you. Besides, she's the personification of the Prentiss.

- That's true, she has those eyes and smile of yours, the nose is clearly of Elizabeth. - Y/N squares her shoulders and turns to face her daughter, knowing she could never deny her genetic heritage when a small version of her ex-wife is lying there wrapped in the blankets -- If you want, we can do a DNA test, also, I still have all the documents of the fertilization clinic. - she suggests, with care in temper.

Emily sighs and nods reluctantly in agreement, staring at the child behind Y/N, her heart tightens and there is a strange weight in the pit of stomach. She feels the need to get closer, to know Lili's personality and way of being, to better understand who she is, who she can become. To know the little girl's world.

- I wish I was here with you Y/N, when you were pregnant with Lilibet and her growth. I wish I could have been a part of that. But, unfortunately, I can't change the past. - the brunette's body is trembling and she feels the sweat starting to run down her hands -- And I know that no matter how hard I beg you won't forgive me so easily. So I can only ask. Can you tell me how it all went? What were your symptoms when you thought you were pregnant? How did you find out? I want to know more about Lilibet.

The former agent sighs, feeling suddenly sick, everything that has happened in the last few days is simply too much, first the attack, that man, meeting her ex-wife again after 4 long years, Emily discovering their daughter and consequently probably returning to her life just as she once arrived. She looks at Lilibet behind her, eyes gazing at her baby with love and admiration, it's a little human being that she wanted so much and brought into the world. And even though Emily Prentiss didn't know it, she was a part of that process. Y/N understands that despite the hurts and events no matter what happened in the past for now, what really matters is Lili. She turns to Emily again, nodding.

- You're right, Prentiss. I won't forgive you so easily, but for me what matters right now is Lilibet and her feelings. She will never be denied of anything. - Y/N pauses, taking a breath and the courage to continue - I would never deny you the... right to be Lilibet's mother, nor would I deny Lilibet the opportunity to have the other mother by her side. She needs love and care, I just want the best for my princess. - she swallows down her saliva, still not believing that this feared moment has arrived and to go through her pride for the sake of the girl's happiness is harder than she thought it would be - I'm here to answer your questions, as apparently I won't be able to sleep. After all.

Emily opens the mouth to say something, but no words come out. She then quickly approaches Y/N and hugs her with excitement, wrapping her in arms tightly, affectionately and gratefully. Although she returns the contact the woman carefully pulls away, as if the touch is burning her, which is not entirely untrue. Where she is touched burns, leaving a lingering trail on Y/N skin, etched as well as scent of her perfume on her clothes.

- So...

- Ah! - the chief realizes she just did and practically throws herself back to where she was before - I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. I want to think of something to ask, but there are so many things about her that I don't know where to start, maybe the basics. What is her favorite color? What does she like to do? Is she a lively child or a quieter one? That would be ironic, a quiet child was all my parents wanted. - she laughs sadly, unable to know what the girl is like even though she spends a day watching her, the guilt takes over her stomach and reaches into bile with this dull feeling.

- Well, her favorite color is green, she also likes pink tones, except for vibrant ones. Lili loves to draw and paint, and sometimes she can be quite agitated, especially on colder days, because all she wants to do is go out and play in the garden. - a bright smile appears on Y/N's lips as she talks about her daughter, and this doesn't pass unnoticed by Emily, who pays attention to every word, absorbing everything - She also loves to sing and dance, she is a little fan of musicals and Disney movies. Lili is really smart, she can already read little books, and is learning to count.

- It's amazing how smart she is for her age. - Emily comments, looking a bit amazed - You have done a great job with her. It's really fortunate that Lilibet has you for a mother. And... what else can you tell me about her? Does she do any activities? Maybe soccer.

- She is too young and small to play soccer, but she has been practicing ballet since 2 years old and wants to join the pre-school baseball league as soon as she turns 4. She loves sports, almost constantly accompanies me on walks, and when we are at home, there are the games and active play. - she smiles sadly, remembering that the girl had a day like that and was putting together her own mess when that man showed up, so she closes the eyes trying to erase it from her memory for the moment and tries to change the topic - Any other questions?

- I... - Emily was about to start asking, but was interrupted by the beep of her phone. She picks it up to see what was sent and her face becomes apprehensive - It's Tara calling me back to the BAU. There's a new lead. I have to go. Sorry, Y/N. I'd really like to talk more, but... - she gets up, already preparing to leave, putting her leather jacket against the body and the holster on her waist - Try to get some sleep, anything I call and if you need anything just call me, my number is on the nightstand.

- You can't tell me anymore about the lead?

- One of the invaders was captured. Do you remember the Petros Galanis case? - Emily feels frustrated for having to interrupt the conversation, but at the same time is motivated by finally having a useful lead about what is going on, besides that anything related to the case concluded years before has to be observed and treated with care - It's one of his former henchmen.

- Is Petros seeking revenge? Or one of his sons? - the question is practically rhetorical, Emily neither agrees nor responds - But we arrested him along with his sons, the only one who was not arrested reported him in and is in witness protection.

- He is a man with many cards up his sleeve. - the brunette says low, more to herself than to the woman, and shudders to imagine what the Greek mobster could do in retaliation, she knows he has connections with powerful people and has the ability to provide resources that many others don't have, which probably allowed him to invade the agents' house even in prison - I'll reinforce security here, Will and the boys are in the next room if something happens and I can't get there in time.

- Okay. - by now the tension has taken over the air, both feel the fear running down their spines, as much as they were protected and off the radar, the Galanis family had been one of the biggest criminal organizations they faced at that time, with a legacy marked of violence, power and intimidation, leaving a trail of corpses. When the case was closed there was the near certainty of the decimation with the arrest of the leader and his heirs, so the agents involved would be safe, but apparently not, no one is safe when there is one of them out there - Please take care.

- I will, you take care too. And of Lili. - Emily smiles weakly and approaches the child, leaving a kiss on her forehead. Then, she turns to Y/N and automatically does the same thing to her, an affectionate gesture and at the same time a farewell, something they used to do when they were married and even after years away her body still seems used to it. - Everything will be fine, try to get some sleep.

- Right.

And Emily left the hotel room with the feeling of fear in the pit of her stomach but mentally determined and ready to act on this case, to confirm if that arrested piece of shit is still connected to the greek mafia and what the hell Petros Galanis might be up to, or one of his four sons behind bars. Now, besides the BAU family, she has to protect the mother and daughter as well. She knows the danger they are in, especially Lilibet as she is an easy and fragile target, who could easily become the organization's ultimate goal of revenge. She was called Little Prentiss, just confirming that whoever goes after this sick plan knows about the maternal connection to Emily, knows about the marriage, and most importantly, knows that Lilibet Eloise Y/L/N (Prentiss) is the daughter of the two main agents responsible for the Galanis' downfall.

- Hey, we have a visitor... - Tara whispers practically running towards Emily as she passes through the glass doors of the floor, a bit distracted in her own thoughts.

- What?

- Behind me. Near the snack machine. - she points with her head to a woman in the same spot she indicated, the only person there -- Friend of Y/N and must be important to be here 3am behind her.

When looking closely at the place Emily comes across a tall woman, maybe almost or as tall as Tara, she is slim, her body is highlighted by a tailored feminine suit, she wears black Manolo Blahniks high heels, fine authentic jewelry, light makeup, her blonde hair is perfectly cut at shoulder height, her glasses perched on the tip on her thin nose as she searches for something on the machine reveals her light blue eyes, deep and penetrating. When she notices the chief's presence and directs her gaze at Emily, it is intense and inquisitive, as if she is reading her mind. Her expression is half amused, half serious, and she has an aura of authority that cannot be denied. This woman has an air of professionalism and elegance, standing out among the other people who despite wearing similar clothes seem just background in her presence. As she walks towards the women, the brunette can't not notice the beautiful pair of long, shapely legs fitted tightly into the chic skirt.

- Agent Prentiss, right? - she asks gently, holding out her free hand to the brunette, a small smile on lips.

- Chief, actually. - Emily shakes the woman's hand, feeling the firmness and confidence she conveys in just one touch. The handshake was brief but intense, as if both were evaluating and testing each other - And you?

- Dr. Helena Cavendish. - she faces her with a certain superiority, analyzing Emily from head to foot, as if she were weighing every detail of hers and analyzing it, then smiles before continuing - For closer, Lena. Y/N's girlfriend.

Note: Ladies, I present to you how I imagine the OC, for me Helena would have the same look and vibe as Alex Cabot from SVU

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds fanfic #fanfiction #female reader #criminal minds

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boldlyanxious · 1 year ago

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Blurt it out

5 times Marinette almost tells Steph her secret Masterlist

She nearly told her right then. After years of keeping the secret from everyone in her life she nearly blurted it out to a stranger. Surely she couldn't be distracted by a tall blond the same way she had at thirteen. It had to be the fact that she was blindsided by the sudden shift in the situation. She went from waiting to order lunch to being faced with a gun by an armed robber.

“Everybody freeze. Hands up.”

“Est-ce un jeu?” She spoke in French to buy some time.

The shout had come from behind her but there was a man in front of her with a gun as well. She looked around, trying to decide what to do. She had frozen but she didn’t lift her hands. The man motioned with the gun but he didn’t speak. The next voice came from the woman beside her.

“No.”

The woman shifted and put her hands on her hips.

“What do you mean no. I have a gun.”

She didn’t want to turn back to see what the other man was doing. She maintained eye contact with the man in front of her. His eyes seemed understanding so she made herself seem very confused and looked around.

“Ce qui se passe?”

The woman behind her didn’t seem to be concerned at all and was still antagonizing the other gunman.

“I’m really supposed to believe you know what to do with a gun when you are holding it like that?"

Marinette could hear steps behind her but she focused on the man approaching her. He touched her arm gently and nudged. She took half a step back so he tried again. He motioned, lifting his arms to demonstrate what she should be doing. That was all she needed. He was in close and his gun was no longer aimed at anyone.

“Now!” she shouted.

She kicked out, disarming the man. He seemed stunned. Marinette just hoped that the other woman would take the cue to disarm the other one. A couple others in the shop rushed forward to help restrain the man now that he didn’t have a gun. Marinette turned to see that the other woman had managed to take down the other gunman and was holding him on the ground.

“That’s some quick thinking there,” she said. “Wish I could have seen you in action.”

Marinette stopped herself from blurting out where she picked up the quick thinking skills.

—

It was cold and Marinette was waiting for the bus. She nearly gave up. It was very late and it was slick out. She just wanted to go back to bed. The meetings today could not be rescheduled but the coffee shop she wanted to treat herself with was closed. Apparently they had respected the weather. She had lived here long enough to know that it took a lot for the locals to decide against opening on time. But all around her were places that she usually would see open by the time she caught the bus.

Finally she could hear the bus coming.

She picked up her bag and held onto the pole so she could get her feet under her on the few steps away from where the bus always stopped. There was a shout as a man ran across the road. He was clearly sliding but was more concerned with getting away from the masked woman chasing him. Assessing quickly, Marinette picked her out as Spoiler, her favorite of the local vigilantes. That meant that the man was probably running away from whatever crime he had just committed.

Spoiler caught him just as they made it out of the street. The bus was sliding past the usual stopping point, the wheels were stopped but the slippery hill was keeping the momentum going. The criminal twisted away, with an elbow hitting Spoiler in the face. The impact sent him tumbling forward but Spoiler slipped back towards the street.

She could see it all happen before it did. It was just like when she could see the lucky charm when she was Ladybug. The sequence of events happened in her mind and she knew that the bus would slide into Spoiler right after she landed on the road. Lunging forward, she grabbed her in the air and pivoted. Her foot slipped on the ice but she managed to twist around. Her butt and back hit first and then her head before she slid along the ice. It felt like there was a weight pressing on her and she groaned.

“You could be a hero with reflexes like that.”

Her purple cape was the first thing Marinette focused on. It was blowing in the wind covering most of her field of vision. But Spoiler’s smile was directly in front of her and it took a moment to connect that to the fact that she was on top of her. The weight shifted as Spoiler moved to unpin her from the ice. She was still dazed but as she sat up and looked around, she saw the bus she just pulled the vigilante away from had made the stop and was now pulling away. She had missed the bus she waited for. She wondered if it would impress her to hear about her own experience in a mask but she was still too dazed to make a response.

Spoiler helped her up, there were spikes on her boots that helped her maintain traction on the ice. Her hand rested on Marinette’s side and steadied her once she stood up. Marinette put her other hand on the same pole she had been using before to help her not slide around. The purple mask got very close to her face, so close she could see the blue eyes and the tiny flakes of snow freezing to her eyelashes. She needed to say something in response. She quickly tried to think of the best response to the compliment.

“Purple,” she whispered.

The eyes widened and pulled back slightly but Marinette followed and placed a kiss on her cold cheek. She wondered if the pink on the skin was from the cold or if she had made her blush. Their moment was interrupted by other vigilantes who had arrived to help them. They had hauled up the criminal and the police were arriving to arrest him.

“I don’t think you have a concussion but you hit that ice pretty hard. Do you need help getting home?”

“I’m supposed to have a meeting but I missed the bus, it was already so late.”

“You did a great job making sure it missed me. Can you reschedule the meeting?”

“I could do that for you.” Marinette relaxed against her, “You just keep holding on.”

—

She wasn’t stalking. That would be weird. She wasn’t fourteen anymore and it was no longer acceptable to follow around cute blondes. She just happened to be patrolling in the neighborhood and saw the woman she had seen in the cafe before. It was far too cool for the dress she was wearing but her jacket was slung over her shoulder and she was talking on the phone a bit too loud for how dark it was in this area of the city.

Ladybug was just keeping an eye. That was her job anyway. Vigilance in a situation that could seem like a prime opportunity to the citizens of the seedy underbelly of Gotham. The woman stumbled slightly on her tall heels as she struggled to get her phone back in her tiny clutch. Ladybug landed off to the side. Not in front of her blocking the path but in her line of sight so she wasn’t sneaking up on her. She was startled anyway.

“It’s late to be out on your own,” Ladybug said.

“It seems to be turning out in my favor since it got you to show up.”

The woman smiled down at her. Ladybug was happy for the mask to hide her flush. She had to tip her head back to look up at her. She was already tall. She had noticed that in the cafe, but now she was wearing heels that added several inches to her height. She glanced back down at the dress. It was a bright purple with black accents and the silver pumps were glittering with rhinestones.

“Do you have far to go? I could walk with you.”

“I’ll walk to the far side of Gotham if I get to walk with Ladybug.” She reached out to link their arms. “But my apartment is two blocks from here.”

Ladybug couldn’t tell her that they had met before. It wouldn’t be right to put that kind of burden on a civilian, especially one she didn’t know.

“I’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“I’m not sure my home is safe.” Ladybug put her arm out to stop them from going any further. But when she looked in the woman’s face her eyes were twinkling. “There are monsters in my closet. You will have to stay until I’m tucked in and check for me.”

—

Marinette found herself biting her lip a lot to keep the secret. She had never wanted to tell anyone as much as she wanted to tell Steph. They hadn’t even been dating long but she just felt comfortable with her. The threat seemed so long in the past that she didn’t know how it could matter anymore. The kwami had been tucked into their box since Hawkmoth’s defeat except for when she took Tikki out to patrol. They had gained too much publicity at the time with Gabriel Agreste turning out to be the man under the mask to be anything but cautious. When the press had died down, she found a reason to move to Gotham. There was magic there that would obscure the miraculi and she needed to be away from Paris.

She watched as the worker strapped Steph into the harness. They were both pretty excited about the zipline. It was the highest one available on the East coast. It just went in over the harbor where the amusement mile had been torn down. This was the first time they were offering rides at night. Steph had found out and made sure to reserve tickets for her birthday. They had spent the whole day together doing all the things that Marinette loved. Then she surprised her at dinner with the tickets.

She took her own turn being strapped into the harness. She looked down to watch, double checking that the attendant had fastened everything right. When she lifted her head back up, it was just in time for Steph to move in for a kiss. Everything with her felt right. She pulled back with a smile and their hands held tight until the attendant had them separate for the ride. They looked at each other and pushed off into the night at the same time.

It was magical. It reminded her so much of flying through the air as Ladybug. She closed her eyes and remembered what it had felt like. When she opened them again she looked over at Steph. This was so much better. There wasn’t the worry of Hawkmoth and she was there with the woman she loved. She surprised herself thinking that. But it wasn’t actually that surprising. She was the first person she thought of every morning and the last person she thought of every night.

They reached over and linked hands. The lights on the other side were getting brighter and they could see the attendants on the other side. Steph landed first and she was helped down right after. She couldn’t tell her how it felt to fly like Ladybug again. So she said the next thing she wanted to blurt out.

“I love you.”

Steph met her in a kiss and whispered “I love you” against her lips. It really had been a perfect birthday.

—

She wasn’t even nervous about taking Steph to meet her parents. They were happy and in love and her parents were excited to meet her. She expected they would tease her but there wasn’t much she could say about them that wasn’t true. They were absolutely in love and made it everyone’s problem. Their friends in Gotham were probably excited to have a break from their constant affection. Marinette grinned just thinking of it.

“What has you smiling like that?” Steph asked. “Is it the hero festival? We should go. It's the perfect timing.”

“Well, I was thinking of you and I can’t help but smile when I do that.”

“Simp.”

“Yes, but I’m your simp.” Steph stopped responding to grin herself at that. “I didn't know about the hero festival but we should go. We need to do all the things you want to do.”

Steph frowned.

“If you don’t want to, you can help me pick things that are important to you. This trip is about both of us.”

“I do want to go. We will probably see a lot of people I know there.”

She couldn’t tell her that many of them might not recognize her without the mask. She always wanted to just blurt it out but she couldn’t. Especially not in Paris. There would be too much risk of being overheard whether when she said it or after. They would definitely need to talk about it and it would be too awkward right before they met her parents.

They arrived at the bakery and her parents dropped everything, even with a line of customers, to greet them. Many of the regulars remembered Marinette and were happy to wait and get a chance to see her again and after the initial moment her parents rushed back to the line to clear it out and then closed the shop early.

“We will have time later. You don’t have to close,” Marinette said.

“Our time is limited. It isn’t that long until close anyway and we have a lot to do for the hero festival tomorrow,” her maman said.

“Besides, what is really important is having you two taste test everything we made for the festival tomorrow,” her papa said.

They spent the evening with her parents and played games. It was exactly as easy as Marinette expected to get her parents to love her girlfriend. When she woke early the next morning, her mother even took the time to tell her how much they loved her.

“It was clear when you talked about her on our video calls and in the times she was there with you that you two were well suited,” Maman said.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone,” she admitted. “It always felt so hard to be in love. Like it would just fade away if I admitted it but she makes it easy.”

“I feel the same way,” Steph said from behind her.

She knew that with anyone else saying something like that she would have felt embarrassed but there was no shame coming from her, just pure love. To demonstrate that she came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. Marinette relaxed against her as she put her head on top of her own. She twisted around to give her a kiss but Steph had snuck her coffee mug and had it tipped back all the way as she was draining it.

“Hey, foul!” Marinette exclaimed. “You tricked me. Again. How did I fall for that again?”

“I love how trusting you are,” Steph said, leaning down to give her a peck on the nose.

After replacing her coffee and getting Steph more, they had breakfast before they helped her parents load up the treats to take to the festival. She wasn’t sure if she would see Adrien there. She was the only one who knew he had been Chat Noir but they had agreed to never show up in Paris again unless it was a major situation, not just for publicity. But he had created the foundation that was paying for everything at the festival, including her parents’ baked goods so they could be given out to everyone who showed up to remember the heroes.

It was more fun than she expected. She saw so many friends and people she remembered and Steph loved to hear about all the antics they got away with in their youth. She was the only one who knew every time that someone was omitting details because they were wielding a miraculous. One that she had chosen to put in their hands. It made her feel pensive as they came to a poster of her from the first picture ever taken of Ladybug. She had been so nervous then, maybe it would have been better if she had backed away but it was too late for regret. Steph didn’t know what she was thinking but she still came up to take her hand.

“She was so young; it’s hard to imagine.”

“Yeah,” Marinette said. “That was her first time as a hero. It must have been so overwhelming.”

She could feel it overwhelming her now. Not just the thought of suddenly becoming an untrained hero, but wanting to share her secret with the one she loved. She leaned her head against Steph’s shoulder and they stood there for a moment thinking about the young hero.

—

Marinette couldn’t help smiling even though it was raining. Her shop was doing great and she had finished a purple jacket for Steph. It was a surprise for her birthday and she was struggling to keep it to herself. She had to focus on how Steph’s face would look when she opened her gift later. The party was a surprise too but she was fairly certain that Steph had figured them out. There were too many conversations that went silent when she walked towards people and she was just too good at getting information from people.

If anything she suspected that Tim was the weak link. He had a tendency to be hyper focused on his own work to the exclusion of all else. It would be easy for Steph to slip in leading questions. She could do it casually enough and not push right away so she could collect little samples of information. That is how she worked out all the things that Marinette wanted for her birthday. They had started dating right after Steph’s birthday last year so everything had to be perfect this year. She was headed home to finish the cake while Jason took her to a waffle festival. Hopefully she would still want some cake later.

She hugged the wall of the building to lock the door, trying to block the rain even though it was inevitable that she would be drenched shortly. But then a red umbrella with black spot filled her field of vision before it moved over her head. Steph’s blue eyes met hers before she was pushed into the wall and was kissing her girlfriend.

“Surprise,” Steph said as she pulled away.

“I’m always surprised by how amazing you are. You would think I would learn.” She leaned forward for another kiss. “People alway think that kissing in the rain is great but no one ever mentions your girlfriend surprising you with an umbrella.”

“I found it at the festival. It reminded me of your Paris Ladybug stories.”

“I was Ladybug,” Marinette said.`

There. It was out there now.

Blurted out as it always seemed to come to her. Steph laughed initially and then her eyes widened as Marinette didn't return the smile. It sank in that she was telling the truth.

"That is wonderful," Steph said. "That means I can tell you I'm Spoiler and it won't scare you like it would a civilian."

#stephinette #5 times #maristeph #maribat #boldlyanxious #mgi civil war 3

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adamwatchesmovies · 9 months ago

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Speed (1994)

Speed is one of the greatest action films ever made. It’s packed wall-to-wall with memorable action scenes - so many this could be three great action movies instead of one. The premise is beautifully simple and explored to the fullest by writer Graham Yost. The actors have terrific chemistry. The stunts and pyrotechnics are sublime. You won’t believe this is director Jan de Bont’s directorial debut.

After saving an elevator full of hostages, LAPD SWAT officer Jack Traven (Keanu Reeves) receives a phone call from the madman responsible. He’s planted a bomb onto a city bus. The bomb will become armed once the bus reaches 50 miles per hour. Once armed, the bomb will explode if the bus’ speed dips below 50 miles per hour. If anyone attempts to get off the bus, the bomb will explode. While Jack attempts to catch up to the vehicle before disaster strikes, his partner, Detective Harry Temple (Jeff Daniels) searches for the bomber’s identity and whereabouts.

The first part of Speed has Jack and Harry in the same building as the bomber (Dennis Hopper). Who knew you could wring so much tension out of an elevator full of people by adding some explosives? Well, alright. Maybe that’s sort of a stupid question. The point is, that the bad guy is deliciously evil. No hammy agendas or big speeches. All he wants is to get money. If a few people have to die in the process, so be it. Elevators are always a little bit scary to ride, with the claustrophobia and knowledge that in case of an emergency, it's the last place you want to be (take the stairs instead). This? It'll have your hands all sweaty. Thank goodness for Jack and Harry. You like them as a team and get a good feel for who they are as individuals as well. That’s critical because they're separated the second the bus comes into play.

Now the movie REALLY gets going. You place yourself in Jack’s shoes and feel overwhelmed. First, he has to find the bus, then he has to stop it from going 50 miles per hour… unless it’s already reached that speed. If it has, he’ll have to tell the driver without slowing the vehicle down - at which point everyone will die. The only way to get a hold of this situation is to get onboard, which of course is easier said than done. That’s just the beginning. Once aboard, there’s so much that can - and does - go wrong you’re never given a minute to relax. The closest thing to a breather are the scenes with Harry as he begins closing in on the mad bomber, which isn't exactly a pleasant stroll through a meadow.

As Speed plays, your mind races with ideas. What will Jack have to keep an eye on? How will he deal with the problems that will arise as the bus keeps driving? What would you do in this scenario? I ask because it isn’t just Jack on the bus. You get to know several passengers more than you’d expect; just enough for you to care about the safety of everyone onboard. There’s the tourist who at first seems like a bit of a sleaze but turns out to be just an ordinary guy, the paranoid lady who just wants to get off no matter what (who can blame her?), the big guy Jack can count on when something goes wrong, the criminal who knows he’s wanted and thinks Jack is after him and Sandra Bullock as Annie Porter. Bullock’s a treasure in pretty much any role, and that is certainly the case here. She helps immerse you into the action even further because she winds up taking the wheel on the bus for a long time. Remember, she’s no cop; she’s not even a bus driver!

Bullock and Reeves have terrific chemistry, which is key to the last third of the film. Just when you think this moving is winding down, it picks up again. Even when it’s over - for sure this time - you’re not sure if it’s ok to relax. What a ride that was!

I hadn’t seen Speed in at least a decade and was surprised by how vivid my memory of the film was. One of the reasons? It contains little downtime. It’s action, action, action all the way and each perilous situation is a contender for the movie’s best. It’s fast-paced with loads of energy, fun twists, a smartly written story, memorable characters, and a premise you can’t wait to tell your friends about. Speed stands the test of time. (On Blu-ray, January 14, 2022)

#Speed #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Jan de Bont #Graham Yost #Keanu Reeves #Dennis Hopper #Sandra Bullock #Joe Morton #Jeff Daniels #1994 movies #1994 films

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echothefandomeater · 2 years ago

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Could you maybe do a Echo x reader fic? If you want more specifics, it could be a modern au where Echo saves the reader from a bus but he gets hit instead and ends up in the hospital

Hero Complex

Pairing: Echo x GN!Reader

Genre/Warning: Echo gets hit with a bus but doesn't go into detail about his injuries, worried af reader and some general comfort

Words: 839

Summary: You and Echo were having the perfect day together but that was ruined when Echo got injured.

A/N: So first of all, thank you so much Anon for the first request, I hope I wrote it to a standard where you would like it also I'm not completely confident in Echo's characterisation here but I imagined he'd be a little more easy going around the reader like he was with Fives and the 501st

The day had been going perfect, you and Echo were out doing some light shopping and having brunch, it was a time where you and Echo had scrounged and saved up just enough money to have a fun day and it seemed nothing could ruin it.

“I think Omega is really gonna like that teddy you picked for her” he shrugged “hopefully” then chuckled “but I don’t think anything could beat Lula.” You smiled softly “she did get her during a hard time but I think yours will come in a close second.”

He scoffed and made a fake offended noise “close second? Is that really what you think of me, love?” You laughed and lightly pecked his lips, days like this were precious days you held close to your heart. Days where it was just the both of you alone, joking, not having to worry about jobs.

He wrapped his prosthetic arm around your shoulder as you both waited to cross the road. It was mostly quiet since it was a Tuesday morning and a lot of people worked at this time. You both began crossing the road when the little man had turned green but you didn’t see the bus who’s driver wasn’t paying attention.

Once you heard the sound of screeching from wheels and a honk you finally saw the bus but your body froze. You stared as it approached you quickly, you couldn’t move, you could only mourn yourself and think of the batch and think of Echo and how much you would miss them.

You were torn from your dark thoughts as Echo pushed you out of the way. You almost reached out to him but hit the ground instead.

You barely remember what happened next, all you remembered was sobbing and crying out his name as he laid there and the arriving ambulance, how tight you gripped his hand and just watching him go deeper into the hospital.

After finally getting a hold of yourself you called the batch. They arrived only 15 minutes later and you almost broke down again at seeing them.

Once you had explained what happened Hunter was comforting an upset Omega while trying to stay together himself, Tech was speaking, almost arguing, with the nurse at the desk whilst you and Wrecker held each other's hand both trying to comfort each other.

You felt so guilty but it didn’t make it any better when everyone had said it wasn’t your fault. Tech had spewed some fact about always having a choice as a being and this was the choice Echo made but it didn’t help. You stared down at your feet not daring to make eye contact with any of them.

Maybe all those months ago Crosshair was right that it was dangerous to add a former criminal to the group, that you would bring nothing but trouble. Part of your mind reassured you that you were here not Crosshair but again it didn’t help.

Eventually a nurse told you all he was awake and well enough to speak for now. You let the rest of them go in, not even knowing if you had the strength to look at Echo.

When the group came out you had noticed Omega holding the toy Echo got her and it made the corner of your lip twitch ‘always a big brother’ you thought to yourself but turned when Hunter placed his hand on your shoulder “he wants to see you.”

Your stomach dropped but nodded. You walked into the room and seeing him connected to wires and such made you want to cry, especially because you knew he wasn’t comfortable with this kind of setting.

“Now what's that face for? I’m the one that got hit not you” he tried to joke but you just started crying again and it visibly startled him. You went over and just hugged him carefully while he hugged back, albeit confusingly.

“Hey take a breath it’s okay” you shook your head.

“It's not okay, you’re in here because of me, because I wasn’t smart enough to look around me” he sighed and rubbed your back.

“Y/N, it was either me or you, better me since I’m mostly prosthetics, the doctor’s said there was some damage to my prosthetics, a broken rib and a head injury but except for that I’m good, I just need rest and medication.”

You lifted up your head and scoffed while wiping away your tears “you’ve got such a hero complex, you know that?” you hiccuped angrily “sacrifice yourself for your brothers and then for me” he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t sacrifice myself for you, I only injured myself” you very carefully and lightly shoved him and he groaned slightly but laughed lightly “Okay I’m sorry.”

You looked at him still frowning and he beckoned you forward silently, you obeyed and he kissed you. You knew it was to make you feel better but it still worked, gave you a little reassurance he was going to be okay.

#echo writes #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #writing requests #my first request we are slaying fam #star wars #echo the bad batch #the bad batch #gender neutral reader

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Day 11 of @storyweaverofgondor‘s Cats-pril: theatre. I was originally planning to write something for Gus, but this silly nonsense was the only thing that came to mind, so I wrote it instead. To no one’s surprise, I am a tuggoff stan first, and a human being second. Also on Ao3 here.

Tugger drummed his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. Come on, Munkustrap! He knew that theatre rehearsal things always ran over, but it was boring as all hell to just sit in a car and wait with nothing to do. He would never agree to pick him up again!

At that moment, the stage door flew open, but it wasn’t his brother who came out. It was, instead, the most beautiful person Tugger had ever seen in his life. His jaw fell open as he took him in. He had dark, curly hair, and brilliant heterochromatic eyes. He was small but clearly fit, and was wearing a casual white shirt with a black leather jacket. Hello, theatre just got much more interesting! The pretty man looked annoyed, actually, he frowned down at his phone and let out a visible groan. As he did, Tugger heard the splash of a raindrop hit the windscreen. The man clearly noticed the incoming weather as well, as he turned his face to the sky with an expression that clearly read: “dear God, why?”

Tugger leapt into action. No pretty faces would be getting drenched on his watch! He seized his umbrella from the passenger seat, and scrambled out of the door. The other man didn’t notice him approach right away, but looked up as the umbrella materialised over his head.

“Can’t have a pretty head like yours getting soaked now, can we?” Tugger said, shooting the man his best flirty smile.

“Tugger Deuteronomy,” the man said flatly.

“Eh?”

It was true, he was a legend, but if he had ever met such a beautiful creature, there was no way Tugger wouldn’t remember him. The man smiled, realisation dawning on his face.

“You’re Munkustrap’s brother, are you not? I’ve heard him talk about you. You have the same nose.”

“Whatever he said is a barefaced lie,” Tugger countered immediately, resisting the immediate urge to touch his nose. Getting on Munkustrap’s nerves was the most funnest of fun times, but it was only to get him to chill out a bit. The other man snorted a laugh.

“I’ve known him to exaggerate before. I’m Mistoffelees, by the way. Misto, for short. I dance here. I’ve helped your brother to choreograph some scenes in his plays before.” Mistoffelees extended his hand to Tugger, who immediately raised it to his lips and kissed it.

“The Rum Tum Tugger, at your service, Misto. I promise you, I’m a delight, don’t listen to my brother.”

He was a dancer! That was hot. Tugger couldn’t resist checking him out again. There was definite amusement in Misto’s eyes when they locked gazes again.

“Well, Tugger, you certainly make a good first impression, regardless. I think getting rained on would have been the icing on top of a spectacularly shit day. I may have actually cried,” he said, gesturing to the umbrella. It was now raining heavily.

“It would be nothing less than a criminal offence for a pretty face like yours to cry. I simply will not allow it. Who do I need to beat up?”

Misto laughed again and Tugger preened.

“My artistic director, I suppose. I was supposed to be meeting him here, but he cancelled last minute, as did my ride home.”

“Consider it done.”

“Just don’t throw me under the bus, mind. Make it look like an accident, will you?”

“A case of mistaken identity it is,” Tugger said with a mock salute. His stomach was performing more and more acrobatics the more he spoke to Misto, who was now smiling fully and beautifully at him. “But if your day has been spectacularly rotten, please allow me to buy you a drink to make up for it.”

Misto raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you here to do something? Or do you just make a habit of hanging out by stage doors and flirting with whoever comes out?”

“Only when they’re as gorgeous as you,” Tugger winked. “And I can think of nothing I’d rather do than continue to impress you with my charm and good looks in a local establishment.”

“Make it somewhere that serves food and you’ve got a deal, you terrible flirt. As is befitting my terrible day, I left my lunch at home,” Misto lamented, but he was smiling. Tugger gave a dramatic little bow, taking care not to jostle the umbrella too much.

“As you wish,” he declared, manoeuvring them towards his car. “Your chariot awaits, my dear.”

“How gracious of you,” Misto grinned, playing along as Tugger opened the door for him, still holding the umbrella over him, before trotting round to the driver’s side.

“I know the perfect place for the first of our many dates,” Tugger said, starting the engine.

“Confident, aren’t we?”

“Always. Besides, you’re a dancer. That means you’re hella strong and could easily wipe the floor with me if I do something you don’t like.”

“Relax, I don’t make a habit of getting into strangers’ cars if I think they’re going to murder me. That gets old quite fast.”

Tugger laughed out loud as he pulled onto the main road.

“If you know my name and family, am I really a stranger? I have ID to prove it! Besides, failing in a pathetic attempt to murder you would be highly counterproductive.”

“I suppose so, if you’re planning for this to be the first of many dates,” Misto snickered, pulling down the sunvisor to examine his glorious reflection in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair, but obviously found no imperfections in his appearance, and snapped it back up again, turning to Tugger with a mega-kilowatt smile that made him want to either scream, cry, or throw up. Maybe all of them all at once. But that would be very aesthetically displeasing, so he clamped down on that.

“Oh, I absolutely am, sweetheart.”

Misto rolled his eyes, but Tugger could tell he was amused.

“Slow down, lover boy, one at a time, ok?”

That was not a no! Tugger couldn’t believe his luck. This would be the best date ever!

#tuggoffelees #cats the musical #cats-pril2023 #cats-prilday11

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justyncase · 2 years ago

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kevin and his damn knitted ties

#criminal minds #he doesn't get his own tag sorry #ep: the wheels on the bus (8x08)#justyn rambles

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introverted-author · 1 year ago

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ooh kevin's with them this episode

#wheels on the bus #seems like a pretty good ep so far #criminal minds

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in-tua-deep · 2 years ago

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had a fun and funky dream last night

OKAY SO picture this: sort of post-apocalyptic time frame. me: a 30s to 40s year old scientist man, who is helping a man named only "the professor" become a more competent scientist for his small group of people. the professor's science room is a classroom of an old high school, and i have been helping him pick up and gather more science equipment. i am poking through the drawers and admiring how much more we have gathered, and i note that the beaker for the first part of an experiment is not in the drawer. i turn around, and the professor is at the head of the classroom, and he has the beaker. there is what seems to be liquid light inside of it, and it is boiling. it shoots out of the beaker, and the professor angles it away from himself (ofc) and it sends this brilliant arc of molten sparking light across the room

I immediately turn around to grab a notebook (have to write it down for it to be science!) and get hit in the back of the neck by some of the liquid. i am trying to write down what the professor is saying. the professor's wife comes in and is like WHAT is happening. Unbenowngst to me, I have started to glow with a faint light blue light! Which the professor immediately starts freaking out and babbling about. I am telling him to slow down so I can write it down - and then he does! I thank him - except it's the world that slowed down??? Not him? and I still haven't noticed I'm glowing?? I go to lean against the counter as the professor and his wife run towards me, and as they almost reach me, I sort of... clip through the counter? I am VERY ALARMED by this? and the professor manages to grab me and yank me back out of the counter and i go stumbling backwards towards the center of the room and suddenly i'm not in the room anymore

I'm in a black and sort of teal-ish landscape of nothingness and i am shaking apart at the seams? I am still glowing but now I have noticed. It is agony as I shake myself apart, feel like I am being torn in two. The buzzing increases until finally I seem to - split? Suddenly in this place (which my mind labels The Burn Zone) there is me and... also me, but a silhouette of me, all black and no features and very frightening. The figure seems to look at me and then just... turns and sprints away, and suddenly I am on the floor in the classroom again and people are helping me sit up and asking me what the fuck happened

and then one of the people is like "Hey bro you got a new tattoo?" and i look down at my leg and there is a bulldog tattoo there I have never seen before. and suddenly I have a suspicion and pull up my lab coat sleeve and just as I thought - my incredibly cool science themed tattoo sleeve is no longer there? and has ben replaced by what seems to be???? someone else's tattoo sleeve? and i know that i shook myself in half and so the half of me that was gone HAD to be replaced by something, and that my arm and leg have been replaced by a stranger's arm and leg. and that the stranger is probably a criminal?

anyway the final part was after a little timeskip. i was driving a bus full of kids. i put both hands on the wheel and suddenly my not-me-hand yanks at the wheel, almost jerking us off the road before I get the bus under control. i remember just feeling so frustrated - just being like "well fuck fine i guess i'll just have to drive the bus one handed. and i can't even CALL the professor because i doubt my hand would cooperate to hecking put the phone number in right. asshole hand." and i just really vividly remember the light grey gravel of the road we were driving on, and then i took a wrong turn but i still pretty much knew where we were so it didn't really matter.

anyway then i woke up uwu

good morning y'all

#dream journal #my dreams #burn zone dream #this doesn't get into dream: part TWO #where i was a teenage girl in an apocalypse on my trusty bike being hunted down by a gang #for idk - beating up some of their members for trying to take my bike?#i bashed my bike into like a LOT of people #also it's the apocalypse babe being able to bike around rubble and between abandoned cars gives you hella maneuverability #but also i think i killed a zombie armed with: a ping pong bat and my bare hands #there were also a bunch of teenage girl bounty hunters also on bikes that i infiltrated at one point by pretending to also be hunting me?#wild and wacky times

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