#or like... an informant who the detective meets with in the corner of a bar

[hellsite-detective]

What's that one post with build a bear? It was build a sub workshop, or something.

this post was a real simple one, and one i had seen before to boot. this should be a cakewalk. i took a stroll down to the Search Bar and asked the big boss Google if they knew anything about "tumblr build a sub." i was thinkin' they were gonna hand me a photograph like always and call it a day. but no, not this time. they handed me a nice spread of information. plenty of screenshots, sure, but also the direct link to where i could get this post. i grabbed that up, thanked Google for their time, and went along my merry way...

here's your post anon! this is a real classic if i've ever seen one. have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It Takes a Mob pt.8

First

Previous

Ao3

It took all of Bill’s nerves to keep his eyes strait ahead. Lesser men would be following the boss as he paced around them. The sound of his steel toed boots clanking against the metal floor of the office.

But Bill refused to be one of those men. He has been earning his keep in Gotham’s underbelly since he made it through high school. He has went toe to toe with the bats in too many situations to let himself be scared shitless by a man he remembers meeting in pixie boots.

Red may have changed a lot since then, but he was still the same kid under all that body armor; dramatic sure, but still a good kid.

“Let me tell you guys a story. The big boss of a group of merry men decides to take a couple days off from his job.”

Marv was not keeping his cool as good. Out of the corner of his Bill could see him twitch with each turn Hood took.

“And everything is good! He gets to hang out with his family, catch up on the media read a couple books.”

It felt like a weird time to want to laugh, but Bill was finding it harm not to.

Between a dramatic monologue, a twitchy cohort and the small hands that were shoving themselves repeatedly into his armpit; Bill wasn’t surprised that he was loosing the battle.

‘This is my fucking life’

He tuned himself back in at a growl from the boss as he loomed over him.

‘Christ, what had daddy B been feeding him? he used to come up to my waist…’

“So what’s so funny Overbeck?”

“Oh nothing Boss, just the fact dat if we had really fucked up then you wouldn’t’ve pulled us to the side.”

Bill snarked as he tried to subtly discourage some nosy hands,

“I think we both know that you would’ve just gut us as a spectacle.”

“Is that so?”

“Like a bunch of pigs.”

The brief silence was thickening before the boss let out an ugly snort and let the tension release in his pose.

“Fuck all…”

“If you wanted information you could’ve skimped on the one act.”

With a graceless flop Red hood draped himself into one of the chairs and gestured for the two to do the same.

“Got to keep up the appearances, you know that Bill.”

And leaned forward as the two henchmen got comfortable.

Bill had to resist the impulse to smooth his hands down the kids back. Danny wouldn’t’ve minded if he did but it was best to keep minimal contact with the hidden protrusion less he wanted to bring them to the spotlight.

“So,”

Red asked his jaw on his knuckle,

“who found the kid?”

Bill time began to crawl as he felt the color try to leave his face.

Marv stood up with a jolt,

“What kid? Why are we bringing up kids?! Boss, you know we would never-“

“Jesus, will you sit down? I’m not accusing you of C.P. or some shit. There’s only so many things we use insulated boxes around here and I’m pretty sure Me-Mah would only be disappointed and mildly pissed if it was something food related.”

Marv caught Bill’s eyes with a panicked little glint,

‘Sometimes I forget that the big man was a detective.’

Bill tried to give a look that hopefully told the big oaf next to him to keep quiet.

‘Alright Red, we’re dancing now.’

“Yeah okay you caught us. There was a kid, we found them the other day while bar hopping.”

Red casually sat up and rolled his shoulders,

“Race, and description.”

“Young, couldn’t be any more than one. Caucasian, looks like one of the birds you know?”

“So why the fuck was I not informed about this?”

Ooh, that’s a dangerous tone. Not loose a kneecap tone but definitely toeing his patience.

The little old man in his head was taking a drag of a cigarette.

“Play it smart Bill or don’t play at all.”

He advised with a puff.

Bill remembered hearing those words a lot when he was younger.

The first time he heard them was after he got the snot beaten out of him in his first fight.

The last time was when he slung a bag over his shoulder and slammed the door on his old man’s face.

“Been thinking about the old guy a lot more than usual. Have no clue what that’s about.”

Bill huffed as he tried to mentally phrase his next words,

“Well quite simply it’s not an “you” problem boss. Listen, what happened to the kid was horrible, fuck whoever did it with the barrel of my gun, but you were taking a couple days off with family. What did you want us to do? Call you in the the middle of the night like “Eyy boss how’s the kids? Yeah well we found one of our own while you’ve been away! Yeah in the trash with no identification or contact information at all! See you next Tuesday!” What good would that have done other than pissing you off?”

Bill crossed his arms to try to hide some of the kid’s squirming. Looks like he got a little worked up as well during his lecture.

Hood let out a mechanical sigh,

“Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t’ve been informed.”

“And you would’ve,”

Bill drawled,

“Do you honestly believe we could hide something from you forever? Might has well tell me the Joker has given up a life of crime to be a hooker.”

Both of the other men choked and Bill mentally patted himself on the back.

It was hard enough as is to get any emotion out of the boss’ when he wears his crimson dome.

‘Alright Bill, distraction successful, bring it all the way home.’

“I’m just saying, it wasn’t like this was an organized crime of dumping babies. There isn’t greasy fucktard hitting in a warehouse goin’ “you know what this city needs? Traumatized garbage collectors.” This was someone making a shitty choice an’ getting away with it. The kid is safe, an’ is goin’ to be well taken care of and isn’t that what matters in the end?”

There was pause in the air after Bill finished.

For a moment it almost felt like he had gotten away with it.

“Bill?”

“Boss?”

“What’s with the jacket?”

“Fuck.” Bill did not like where this was going.

“I let myself go boss.”

A pause of disbelief filled the air as Bill tried to keep his panic off his face. Red was meeting his eyes behind his helmet, its dead stare giving a sense of deadpan as the seconds ticked by. Marv had the chair armrest in a white knuckled grip as he frantically shifted his eyes between the two.

“A little too much takeout an’ a little less cardio than the doc ordered…”

“Bill…”

“You know how it is boss-“

“Bill.”

“Yes?”

“Take off the coat.”

“Hey now-“ Bill flung himself from his seat “you’re a great guy boss but I’m not that type of worker!”

The boss was sadly was not going to let him get away with a joke.

Marv got up from his seat as Hood began to approach,

“Cut the shit Bill. I’m not mad, just need to know-.”

Whamp!

“Marv!!”

“What?!?”

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[sorrelchestnut]

working title: jailbird

No I don't know all of what this is either. We're going to figure it out together.

Astarion wasn't overly fond of dungeons, as a rule; something about the smell of blood and wet rock always left him jittery, braced for a blow that wasn't coming.  The fact that he was currently visiting as an invited guest did little to alleviate the tension.  If this went wrong-

Well, it wouldn't be their first prison break, now would it.  He'd made no secret of thinking this a fool's errand, but that had never stopped them before, so who was he to stand in the way of a man's ambition?  (No matter how ill-advised.) What mattered was that when this went wrong - as Astarion fully expected it to do - he'd be ready.

"It's a real pleasure, sir," the door guard was saying, jangling his keys ostentatiously as he led them down the hall.  "I was down at the docks on Invasion Day, you know?  We all saw what you did.  It's an honor to meet you, sir, it really is."

"The honor is entirely ours," Astarion jumped in, when the answering silence threatened to move from merely awkward to actively insulting.  "Without the hard work of brave souls like yourself, there wouldn't have been a city to come back to."

The guard puffed up, pleased, but Flynn continued to take no note of the byplay.  His attention was fixed on the cell at the end of the hall, his muzzle lifted slightly as if following a scent even he couldn't possibly detect under the reek of waste and rot.  It was a good thing the guard wasn't paying attention to anything beyond his own self-aggrandizement, actually: a kind of predatory anticipation was roiling off Flynn's massive frame like steam in a sauna, and Astarion had seen weaker men quail under its wake.

"Now, listen," the guard said, when they reached the end of the hall.  He was puffed up self-importantly and positioned between them and the final cell, which if he'd been paying an ounce of attention he likely would have realized was a dangerous place to be right now.  "We've got special rules for this one, alright?  For your safety, like.  It's very important you don't-"

"I know the protocols," Flynn said, nearly absently.  His attention was fixed beyond, on the dank little hole of a cell.  "I wrote them."

"Oh," the guard said.  It was clear he didn't know what to do with this information.  "Well, then.  I mean, you of all people, you're probably-"

"Thank you," Astarion told him, rescuing him from his floundering.  "I think we have this well in hand."

"Oh!" the guard said again, recognizing the dismissal this time.  After another moment of fumbling, he managed to muster himself enough to salute.  Astarion bit down on a smile very tightly, and kept his answering nod regal as the man turned and marched off down the hall.

Astarion waited until even he could no longer hear the clank of ill-kept armor, then said, "He's gone."

Flynn nodded, his lashing tail the only hint of the storm brewing beneath his still expression, and lifted a hand.  A soft pulse of light flared from his palm, then drifted upwards and out through the bars until it affixed itself to the ceiling, shedding warm golden light to illuminate every grimy corner of the cell.

Inside, the prisoner lifted his filthy head and blinked into the gentle glow.

"Hello, old friend," said Enver Gortash hoarsely, after a moment.  "Come to gloat?"

[guardian-andi]

Chapter 6: Leap of Faith

Andi awoke with a jolt.

He looked around as his surroundings came into focus. He felt the tight restraints around his hands and the crash bar holding him to the seat as the ship shuddered and shook. He looked around the ship and saw he was strapped into one in a row of seats, all were unoccupied. His staff was leaned up against a corner on the far side, near what was he guessed was the boarding ramp. The ship shook again, the roar of the engines only adding to the cacophony as he recalled the events before, how he was captured. Taken in by that woman, cloaked in the shadow of the dark side. His jaw ached as he remembered the swirl of emotions he had sensed, half hidden by darkness. For a moment he could see the true person behind this agent of the empire. He could still feel these emotions in the ship, the sensation of fear emanated from the pilot station. He turned towards the cockpit, seeing the same figure at the controls, dark smoke like tendrils emanating off her and masking her presence to him. Yet she was not fully consumed by this darkness, there was still a core of swirling emotion in her. Fear mixed with sadness and confusion. But there was something else, something buried underneath all the rampant emotion. As he tried to delve deeper, sifting through that sea of feeling he felt the familiar resonance as their minds briefly connected. The woman suddenly whipped around, staring right at him as she clearly detected his intrusion into her soul. 

“Look who finally decided to come around” 

She tapped a couple buttons on the control panel before standing up and walking towards him. She sat in the seat across from him, resting her arms on her knees and leaning forward.

He couldn’t see her face, only able to achieve that level of detail when surrounded by the living force. But he could tell she was clad in armor of some kind, her silhouette having a hard bulk to it that couldn’t have been normal clothes. Her left hand was covered by a gauntlet with sharp claws at the fingertips. From what he could tell she had short hair, clean cut but not styled beyond that. 

“How are you feeling?”

Andi sat back against the seat, simply sitting with his hands set calmly on his lap. If she wanted information, he knew better than to give her what she wanted. Defiance was his best weapon.

“Not feeling talkative? I get it, I know I sure wasn’t.” she said casually, sitting up and resting one leg on the other. 

“But speaking from experience, talking is your best chance at making it through this.”

She waited for a moment, seemingly waiting for Andi to respond. Once she saw he had no intention of indulging her, the inquisitor continued.

“You’re probably wondering where we’re going. Well, it seems like something about you interested my master, and he requested to meet you personally.”

At the mentioning of this master, a jolt of fear broke through the dark side barrier surrounding her form, betraying her casual tone. 

“Now according to imperial records, you were a temple guard during the purge, but I was under the impression all guards within the temple were killed. How did you slip through the cracks I wonder? Maybe you just got lucky. Or maybe you’re a coward… who hid while the temple burned around you”

Andi’s fists clenched, he tried to push down the anger rising within his chest. The guilt that he couldn’t do anything during the order’s greatest time of need. His thoughts were torn away as he felt that all too familiar resonance as she probed his soul.

“So, you do feel something. Hold on to that anger, it’ll give you strength.”

A tone rang from the cockpit, drawing the inquisitor’s attention. 

“You’re going to need it”

She stood up and walked towards the controls, taking a seat and guiding the ship. With a thunk and a final rumble from the engines, the ship settled down as they finally landed. The crash bar unlocked and rose up, freeing Andi from the seat. The woman walked over to him and hauled him up by the arm and walking him towards the landing ramp. She grabbed his staff with her other hand as the ramp lowered in front of them, harsh wind howling into the ship.

 The inquisitor shoved him down the ramp. He walked out and found himself among the ruins of an ancient structure, with the sound of waves crashing indicating they were on some kind of island. Among the ruined building to his right, he could see the silouhette of a deep pit, going down for who knows how far. But that wasn’t what worried him. Andi stopped, fear freezing his limbs and chilling his blood as before him he saw a pitch-black silhouette. The wisps of darkness emanating off this figure blurred the outline around him. As if the corruption sucked the any trace of the living force from the very air around him.

Andi felt a hand on his shoulder followed by a kick to his calf and bringing him down to his knees. He saw the woman kneel down next to him, bowing her head.

“As promised Grand Inquisitor, Padawan Andime Endari.” 

With her proximity to him, Andi could feel the same fear as his own flowing through her as the man in front of them walked calmly towards the prisoner, both hands clasped behind his back.

“Thank you, 12th Sister”

His voice was smooth with an almost regal tone. It sent chills down Andi’s spine, the last time he had heard this voice, it had come from behind the mask of the temple guard. A role Andi was once destined to fulfill. The Grand Inquisitor stopped in front of him, motioning for the pair for them to stand with a simple hand gesture. The 12th Sister hurriedly stood up, pulling Andi to his feet once more. Andi simply stared towards the ground, not wanting to once again gaze upon the man who had slaughtered his brethren.

With one fast motion the Pau’an grabbed Andi’s face by the jaw, analyzing his features. The inquisitor hummed.

“Ah, I remember you.”

Those words sent another wave of fear through Andi, he struggled against the Inquisitor’s grasp to no affect. He could feel the fear of the 12th Sister beside him, noting a surprising amount of concern swirling within her.

“The final student of a far too ancient lesson”

Calling upon the force, the Grand Inquisitor tossed the Miraluka towards the pit. Andi hit the ground hard, slamming onto the stone floor.

“I thought I had tossed you out with the rest of the trash that burned that night.”

The inquisitor pulled Andi’s staff from his subordinate’s grasp, looking it up and down. 

“How the mighty have fallen. Our kind used to wield such an elegant weapon. But here you are, using a simple stick.”

With a loud crack, he broke the staff over his knee and tossed the shattered remains towards the cowering Miraluka. Andi lunged to the pieces grabbing each one before finding a piece that hummed in his hand. He held it close and backed away from the Inquisitor as the Pau’an walked calmly towards him. 

“Now, you have a choice before you. Either you join us and rise above the bygone dogma of the Jedi.”

Andi got to his feet holding the piece of his staff firmly in his hand, it’s humming growing more intense, as if begging him not to listen.

“Or I finish the task I was given 2 years ago”

The inquisitor activated his light saber, an angry his emanating from the blade. With the pit at his back Andi attempted to move along the edge, hoping for an opening he could run through. As he did, he was met with the now familiar form of the 12th Sister, her saber creating a hiss of its own. 

“You know there’s only one way out of this. Please, make the right choice.”

Her tone was almost pleading, her soul twisting with guilt and sorrow. Andi hesitated, his heel approaching the rim of the pit. 

“You would no longer need to run; we can give you purpose again”

The inquisitor’s sympathetic tone was contrasted by the churning anger and hatred flowing from his soul. As much as he hated to admit it, Andi considered their offer. Even for a brief second, Andi thought about the possibility of joining them and being part of a team once more. But something began to call to him from the bottom of the hole behind him. Like an ancient melody, it chased those ideas from his mind. He remembered his duty, his will to protect those who had escaped the wrath of the empire. His urge to avenge the purpose that he was to pledge his life to. For a moment Andi shoved the fear from his mind.

“I once pledged my life to the protection of the Jedi order, and I will not break that pledge like you did”

Anger began to fill the outline of the Grand Inquisitor. Andi jumped off the ledge, pushing with the force against the Inquisitors in the same moment. He pulled his staff piece close, holding it to his chest as he fell into the depths.

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @mortemoppetere, sir richard iii TIMING: Sometime during the winter months SUMMARY: Emilio meets Sir Richard III. WARNINGS: Alcoholism tw

Life as a reindeer wasn’t too hard. Most days were spent eating all the good things that the fat jolly human and his wife offered up, and when Sir Richard III was really good, he got his favorite thing, carrots. Nothing could beat a carrot, except maybe glazed carrots with a hint of butter and brown sugar, but those only came on Christmas itself after a hard earned day of taking presents to all the good little humans that walked the Earth. Of course, Sir Richard III only enjoyed the good little humans when they spoiled him, and though he didn’t mind hanging out in the North Pole (it’s where he was born after all), sometimes he and his copious amounts of reindeer siblings liked to go exploring other parts of the vast land they lived on. This time, it just happened to be in a small coastal town called Wicked’s Rest, where not only were there humans, but also other things that had fascinated Sir Richard III and his brothers and sisters. And as long as he was back before the fat jolly human needed his assistance, he was free to do whatever he pleased.

Appearing suddenly outside a bar in what appeared to be a dark and not so merry side of town, Sir Richard III took to exploring the land cautiously as he watched people stumble around in the shadows. This had definitely not been the jolliest part of this small, unknown town, but it did make for interesting humans to follow; one in particular that smelled of something both stout and sweet. Keeping to the shadows and lightly letting his hooves hit the payment, he continued to follow the human dressed in what smelled like cowhide waiting for his right moment to approach for the carrots that had to be lingering somewhere in his pockets.

—

Something was following him. He could feel it lurking in the shadows, tracking him as he stumbled home from the bar. It wasn’t undead — his senses would have told him as much — but he had no idea what it could be. Someone living who wanted him dead was just as likely as some vampire out for revenge, these days. Between his detective work and his general personality, Emilio had made plenty of enemies for himself in Wicked’s Rest.

But he had the upper hand so long as the person following him didn’t know that he knew they were there. In a situation like this one, control belonged to whoever had the most information. Right now, Emilio liked to think that was him. He knew he was being followed. He knew whoever it was was alive. He knew who he was and what he could do. That must have counted for something.

Cautiously, he turned a corner. It wasn’t a corner he needed to turn, but there was no way in hell he was leading someone back to the place where he was living. He put his back flat against the wall, dropping a knife into his hand, and he waited. And when his pursuer turned the corner to follow him, Emilio sprung into action.

—

Sir Richard III watched as the man continued forward. With his nose to the air, he continued to trot softly along leaving hoof prints in the snow behind him. But with his many years of experience around humans, he knew when to be cautious, when to be kind, and when to be curious. Right now, something was alerting him to the demeanor of this strange and broken human. And just as he was about to round the corner, his shadow cascading down into the white powder on the ground, Sir Richard III disappeared into the darkness, before reappearing behind the human man dressed like the people he often saw when he would be called down to Miami or Sturgis to help deliver presents to all the good little bikers. Except this man looked rough and like he needed to be on the naughty list.

Watching as the man jumped forward with a knife in his hand, Sir Richard III cocked his head to the side; the weight of his antlers pulling it down more than he would have liked, before he raised it back up. He could still smell what had attracted him to the stranger in the first place and wanted to step forward, but knew not to startle the man with the sharp pointy thing that could hurt him. Humans were some of the most erratic creatures he had learned and one had to be gentle with them – unless they didn’t give you carrots. Then that was a different story.

—

There was nothing there. There’d been a shadow, then nothing. Paranoia slipped its icy fingers around his chest, whispering about mares and reminding him that there was at least one out there who’d probably like to see him very dead, and probably get a kick out of fucking with him before making that happen. His grip tightened on his knife, and he wished he had something bigger, wished he’d thought to carry a damn broadsword along with him to the bar without stopping to consider the logistics of that particular situation. 

Then, there was the unmistakable feeling of something (something alive, he reminded himself; not the mare because it was alive, because his senses weren’t alerting him to anything undead, because he was fine, he was fine—) behind him. Emilio whirled to face it, fist gripping the knife so tightly that his knuckles had gone white around it and his fingers were numb. And he was facing… a fucking deer? What the fuck? 

The detective hesitated, glancing around briefly. A joke, maybe? But there was no one nearby. Emilio made a shooing motion with his hands, trying to get the deer to fuck off. “Get out of here,” he said. “Back to the woods, or whatever.”

—

Sir Richard III noticed the expression on his face, and if reindeer could laugh, he would have. Silly human. Pawing at the ground with his hoof, he started raising his head up and down. Maybe some slight interactions would calm this human’s nerves. However, before he could really take the time to get this man’s attention, he was already getting the dreaded shooing motion. Followed by the same jumbled mess of speech that this human assumed he could understand.

Sir Richard III snorted at the man’s reaction to him, showing his own frustration. He knew these humans were mostly all the same, especially the ones that looked like they needed to go visit a spot behind a tree. And this human just had that look. Poor thing. Maybe Santa would spare him and bring him some prunes. Sir Richard III hated prunes, but carrots. Carrots were his true passion in life, besides Lady Lilabelle; his love back home in the North Pole.

Stepping forward a few steps, he began to sniff the man, still occupied by his scent. Maybe these carrots were the glazed kind that he enjoyed so much. But he knew to keep his eyes low. This creature still had the sharp, pointy thing in his hand, and he didn’t want to be caught off guard.

—

The deer stepped forward, nose against his chest, and Emilio didn’t quite understand the quiet panic that rose up in him but he reacted all the same. He took a stumbling step backwards, pain radiating through his bad leg as it landed a little too hard on the concrete. He stayed on his feet through sheer stubborn will alone, grip tightening on that knife in his hand. Stupid. It was stupid. He’d been jumpy ever since the damn soap factory, and this wasn’t helping. (Nothing was helping; nothing ever did.)

“Get out of here,” he demanded, holding up the knife threateningly. He wouldn’t use it. Emilio wasn’t much for hurting animals unless they outright attacked him, and the deer hadn’t done that no matter how hard his heart was pounding. But it was an instinctive thing, the threat; the animal likely had no concept of what it meant, but Emilio couldn’t help but raise it, anyway. Some things were in your nature, a part of you. For Emilio, violence was one of them.

—

Sir Richard III watched as the man stumbled backwards and for a brief moment, the reindeer showed concern in his eyes; almost ready to step out and give the man something to fall against if need be. But when he noticed that he had stayed upright, the reindeer stayed back. It was the knife being pointed at him that he didn’t enjoy, and he knew he’d have to get around that. Maybe if he just…yep, there we go! With a gentle turn of his head and just the right amount of force, he managed to knock the knife out of the human’s hand with the end of his antlers. No more threat!

Snorting and sniffing, Sir Richard III raised his head back up and stepped somewhat closer. He remained cautious, because humans were sneaky creatures after all, but he started to get a better sniff; hoping to find those brown sugar glazed carrots he so loved. But instead, all he sniffed out in the pocket of the man’s coat had been a glass bottle full of something stout that, with closer inspection, had been the hint of glaze that he had thought he smelled. This, instead, smelled like corn – reminiscent of the reindeer feed that would get wet and make his hooves a little wobbly after he consumed it.

—

There were antlers too close to him, knocking the knife from his grip, and the pounding in Emilio’s chest only grew stronger. He’d been in a fucking state since the shit with Rhett, half present half not, paranoia amped up to a goddamn thousand as his mind flittered between past and present, and the fucking reindeer wasn’t helping. The absence of a weapon in his hand felt like a death sentence. In a heartbeat, he was digging in his jacket pocket for another knife, but he wasn’t the only one interested in what was in his coat. 

The deer’s nose found his pocket, and Emilio let out a curse as he tried to shove it backwards. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t have shit for you here. Go.” Did he really want to stab a reindeer? Not particularly. But he would if he had to.

—

Sir Richard III continued to sniff, until he felt the human try to shove him backwards. Grunting in frustration and stomping his front right hoof, the reindeer charged forward, forcing the human man back into the wall, pinning him between his antlers. The animal had done this plenty of times and knew just how to maneuver to avoid impaling people, and to frighten them just enough. If this man wanted to get feisty with him, Sir Richard III could get feisty right back.

However, after holding the human in place for a few minutes, knowing that he wasn’t going to get anything out of this man, Sir Richard III released him from his grip and slowly stepped back snorting in disgust and giving the man a disgusted and judgy look before disappearing into thin air off to find the next unfortunate being that smelled sweet like brown sugar glazed carrots.

—

The animal charged at him, and for a moment Emilio reflected on how fucking stupid it would be to get killed by a goddamn deer after everything. To survive the massacre of his hometown, Zane’s vampire clan in the barn, the mare and the banshee in that factory, just to get impaled by a fucking reindeer? Someone would bring him back to life just to make sure he’d never live it down. But the antlers didn’t pierce flesh, didn’t go through. Instead, they only pinned him in place. To Emilio, it was almost worse. The very concept of being trapped made his chest ache and his stomach clench, and he immediately began thrashing. 

It didn’t last long. Whether it was the slayer’s uncooperative attitude or something else entirely, the reindeer seemed to lose interest in Emilio. It took a step back, freeing Emilio from his antlers. Immediately, he took a step forward just to prove to himself that he could, just to remind himself that he was okay, he was fine. The reindeer gave him a look he couldn’t comprehend before… vanishing into thin air.

A few wild glances around proved that the thing really was gone, and Emilio slumped back against the wall. “Fuck,” he muttered, pushing back his hair and letting out a long sigh. “Fuck.” He pulled the flask from his pocket, taking a long swig.

Yeah. He was going to need more whiskey.

[sucaliaric]

06 March - Colorado by Night - Audio Journal by Elias

 By researching the data recovered from the detective's house, we are able to track down one of his vices to the same strip club Peter used as a herd.  Going there and speaking to the new management readily links us up to one of the detectives regulars, who we speak with and will let us know when her next scheduled meeting will be so that we can speak with the detective.  A man with vices such as his should be a good asset for us into Fort Collins law enforcement.

 Back at the bar, we split up to conduct our own business.  I am so very hungry once again, so I begin the walk down to Raising Canes to arrange for feeding.  I pass many meals on the way, and the efforts to resist them begin to cloud my mind before several seem to take an interest in me.  I accept their advances and we wander to a more private place to consummate the transaction.  They eagerly allow me to feed, and I am able to safely sate my hunger without falling prey to the beast.  Clear-headed once again, I make it back to the bar.  The wolves are at it again, spying and looking to take pot shots.  Now is a good time to test one of my newest abilities that I have been developing...  I focus the blood and cause all wolves that can see me to see the image of a nexus crawler out of the corner of their eye.  From the yelp of surprise, I caught at least one - that should distract them a bit from us for now.  If the beasts believe that the nexus crawler is in the area, they may keep a lower profile.  We receive the call and Sam and I make way to where the detective is located.  Our contact has drugged him and left the door unlocked for us, so we are able to make it in with minimal effort.  The detective is clearly out of it, and knows only a minimal amount - there is a file in his car that has all of the information he knows, which we liberate.  We leave him passed out half naked on the bed, although it takes some effort for me to convince Sam not to make any further actions against him.  This way, he will likely forget that we were ever there...

[geaesaekki]

"Change jobs?" She scoffs, almost bitterly, swirling the liquid in her glass. "If I do, at least I wouldn’t spend my days chasing secret sex clubs and corrupted bastards." The corners of her mouth twitch in a half attempt at a smile. "But that’s all I ever learned how to do: chase shitty guys and throw them behind bars." Her tone softens for a moment. Even in another life, she would always be this—a cop, a lone wolf. It’s who she is, no matter how hard she tries to bury that truth. When Felicity speaks, her words resonate with Mara. "Working for him is the best way to ruin him." The detective taps her fingers rhythmically on the table, eyes narrowing as her mind begins to map out the next moves. La Rose is just the immediate target—there’s a bigger game at play, the domino effect on this one will be crazy, and she knows it. “You know," Mara says, her voice low, contemplative, "taking down La Rose is just the tip of a massive iceberg. Once it's in the press, it’ll drag him, your boss, down with it. Sooner or later, that bastard will get what’s coming to him. All of them will.” Her mind races with possibilities—leverage, blackmail, exposure, witch hunt, it's goingt obe fun. It all starts with breaking into La Rose’s inner circle though. That’s the key. Her fingers drum faster on the table. "My final goal as a detective is simple," she says, her voice hardening with resolve. "I need enough evidence to make sure they fall. Pictures, videos, money transactions, recorded conversations. The type that will get shared on twitter and shake the country. But there's one major problem: a society like this? It got ties to the governement and to the police that is for sure. I can’t make a move until I have irrefutable proof. Otherwise, they’ll silence me. Or worse." She pauses. "Our chief of police isn’t corrupt, thank God. He’s the one who blew the lid on the Burning Sun scandal. Didn’t take a single bribe, stood firm. He’s an asset. But everyone under him? It’s a different story. Our Chief, he isn't a man of shit and giggles though, he plays by the rules. I will only come to him when half of the job and I can convince him what I got my hands on is solid enough to be worth the war or else, I get suspended for the... mm.. liberty I took on this case. Some things I did aren't so legal." She takes another sip, her gaze sharpening. “Tomorrow’s meeting, mmm... You’re not going to get close to any of the main players without drawing attention. They’ll smell something off. But staff ? Like .. the secretary? They’re closer to the bottom of the ladder. No secretary works for a crazy place like La Rose unless they’re being forced, threatened, blackmailed to keep their mouth shut. Here is his profile." Speaks Mara, unfolding the profile she has prepared for Felicity in a folder. "Lee Jongin. 35 years old. Used to work as an accountant in a small firm in Gangnam and now exclusively at La Rose. No wife, no kids. I could access all this information due to him not covering his back the same way one of the main players would but at the same time, he is a nobody, who would look into him? He has been there for years now, he will be useful to at least know the ins and outs, the habits of the main players, their likings, their schedules, who gets an invite or not as well, he is the one in charged of printing them. ”

[procrastinatorimagines]

Undercover

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 898

Summary: Imagine... meeting Jay when your Unit teams up with Intelligence for an undercover assignment

You'd been undercover for just four months as a barmaid. Your narcotics unit had been gathering intel on a new gang moving into the area who were lacing their product with fentanyl and working out of this seedy dive bar in Canaryville.

Being new players meant going under had been easier than usual - they needed actual staff the run the front of this place while they did business in the back, so you'd applied for the position and basically been hired on the spot.

About a month ago the Intelligence Unit had joined the operation. Their new drug had landed a few DOA's at their feet in the form of turf disputes, and your Sergeant had known Voight for years, so you'd teamed up to take these guys down.

You'd never met Detective Halstead, but when Jay had walked into the bar and used your Unit's code phrase in conversation, you'd known he was your new contact. Jay had set himself up as player interested in helped your new 'boss', who went by Murdock, get his product on the street faster.

He'd come to the bar a few times, getting flirty with you behind the counter to pass information with code. It was how you'd been able to tell him about a party coming up at Murdock's new pad to celebrate a recent influx of sales, and Jay had been able to score and invite.

So there you were, half playing lookout, half serving the fanciest hors d'oeurvres a drug dealing gangster could come up with in a cocktail dress they felt more like a second skin as Jay attempted to plant a bug in Murdock's study.

Out the corner of your eye you spotted Murdock rounding the corner, your eyes widening in panic. The study was a radio dead zone, you had no way of warning Jay in advance.

"We have a problem," you whispered into your earpiece, your partner Callie and Adam Ruzek on the other end in an unmarked van down the road.

"How bad?" Adam's voice crackled over the comms.

"Jay's cover is about to be blown," you informed them, eyeing Murdock as casually as you could.

Adam swore over the other end of the line.

"Should we move in?" Callie asked.

"Not yet," you advised.

Think Y/N, Murdock hadn't spotted you as you slipped around the corner. You could make it to the study before him... but then what? He'd see you and Jay in the corridor and it would be over for both of you.

Unless... "Give me 5, if you don't hear from me, move in then," you told them, not giving them a chance to reply as you made your move.

You placed your tray on the nearest surface and made your way to the study, slipping in just as Murdock rounded the corridor, he hadn't seen you.

"Y/N?" Jay whispered, surprised to see you as he knelt by Murdock's desk, just finishing planting the bug. "You can't be in here."

"Murdock will be in here any second," you told him, looking around the room for anywhere to escape, or hide. You hadn't thought there would be, all intelligence told you the room was impenetrable. But that hadn't been your plan anyway.

"Even more reason for you not to have come in here," Jay said, worry lacing his voice as he stood fast, wishing he'd had a weapon. Everyone had been searched upon entry, you were defenceless, and you had no way to defend yourselves.

"Follow my lead," you told him hurriedly as a shadow darked the doorway behind you.

Jay looked confused, glancing between you and the door as the handle began to turn. He had no choice but to nod slightly.

Here goes everything, you thought, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss, pivoting yourselves so that you were backed up again the desk.

Jay's eyes widened, not quite processing what was happening as the door opened and Murdock walked in.

You broke apart as he stared at you both, waiting to see if he'd bought it.

After a long paused, the man laughed. "There are guest rooms down the hall," he pointed, "feel free to make the most of them after the party, I'm not paying you to sleep with my clientele," he directed that last comment at you as you smoothed out your dress, doing your best to appear flustered.

Jay, for his part, didn't have to pretend.

Murdock stepped into his office and gestured for the open door. He wasn't suspicious, but you certainly needed to leave.

You and Jay made your escape as quickly as you could. Only when you were back in the main room and you were sure you weren't followed by Murdock or any of his cronies did you get back on the radio to Adam and Callie.

"We're good," you told them as Jay smoothed out his tie.

"What happened in there?" Adam asked, and you noticed Jay's ear go red as you answered.

"I erm, came up with a good excuse?" You offered as an answer.

Adam laughed, "to get out of a gangster’s private office? I'd love to hear what that was."

"Another time," you laughed, winking at Jay as you headed back to serve drinks.

He stared after you, unsure of what to do with himself or make of what had just happened.

[sukunasbabymama]

The waitress.

⌗ Pairing: Naoto Tachibana.

⌗ Word count: 1.6K.

⌗ Warnings: None I guess but lmk. Oh, they make out?

⌗ A/N: unconventional first meetings? That's right.

He was stressed, tired and angry as fuck.

Why the fuck is always him who has to go undercover even after he stopped being a rookie? there must be someone who just doesn’t want to see him sleep early.

Look at him now, sittin in a corner at this high class bar, drinking some bourbon that is gonna cost him half of this month’s salary. He looks over to the man he’s supposed to watch and internally groans, seeing that he looks like he’s here just to get wasted.

“Didn’t your parents tell you that it is rude to stare?” A sultry voice whispers in his ear, he freezes on the spot.

He looks and his eyes widen at the beauty in front of him. You straighten your posture and he takes this opportunity to lower his gaze from your beautiful face, to your cleavage and chest, since you are wearing a dress with the widest neckline he has ever seen.

“Keep going,” You say, turning around slowly, giving him a little show. He looks at your thighs and ass and wets his lips.

And then he remembers he’s working. He sits straight, his face red from embarrassment.

“I-I… sorry.” He murmurs. You chuckle and take the chair next to him.

“Don’t be, I’m a waitress in a high class bar full of dirty old people,” You shrug. “If anything, your stare was the most respectful one I got tonight.”

He stays silent, not knowing what to say.

“So, which one of the big dogs do you need information from?” He chokes on his spit, looking at you with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just pretty fucking obvious that you’re a cop.”

“What?!” He murmurs and you chuckle.

You lean and without thinking he meets you halfway, letting you get really close to his ear.

“Your suit, all the buttons? Baby boy please,” He looks at his suit and nods, you’re right.

“But, how did you…?”

“I need to be able to read people if I want to keep this job,” You explain. “How can I get good tips if I serve some stingy fucker? I need to know which ones are good money. You look stiff, out of place, and the suit.”

“Well, thank you.” He rolls his eyes and you smile.

“Want me to help you?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the hottest man I’ve seen in a while coming here.” He looks at you and smiles a little.

“I’ll pay you.”

“No.”

“Yes, it can be dangerous to—,”

“Okay, then make out with me.” He chokes on his spit again, and you giggle. “See? You aren’t ready to pay for real, let’s leave—.”

“Deal.”

Oh. Nice.

You stand up and sit on his lap without a warning, he opens his legs a little to make you comfortable. Slowly, you slide your hands all over his chest till you get to his hair, brushing it with your fingers slowly to give him a messy look. Then you open his suit jacket and some buttons of his dress shirt. You look at him and smirk.

“Now, what’s your name, cop?” He shyly puts one hand on your thigh and the other on your hip and you sigh in content because he doesn’t have them too high on your thigh or too low on your waist, just right.

“Naoto.” He murmurs, and you nod.

“Y/N.”

“You don’t need to help me, you could lose your job.” He tries to make you understand. “And, you don’t even know me.”

“You’re right, but I keep on seeing the same people, letting old men touch me just to get some tips that can keep me and my cat with food for the week.” You smile and he feels bad for you. “The salary goes to my rent.”

“So, you are playing the little detective so you can have a little fun in your life, even if that means you can be in danger?” He says, ever so direct and efficient in his deduction. You nod, proudly. “All right. I’ll let you have your fun.”

“Good, now tell me which one.”

“Old man with white suit who’s talking to another waitress,” He murmurs, watching you with a serious expression. “My guess is that he’s waiting for someone but—,”

“They already left,” You explain. “He comes here every single day for her. When she’s not around he starts touching whoever is walking close to him. I think earlier another man came and chatted with him.”

“Did you see if the other gave him something?” You nod.

“You want it?” Naoto gasps. “I can get it for you if you want.”

“I can’t do that.” He shakes his head.

“But I can. I’ll make a scene and you take the thing. I think it’s a file or something.” You are already standing up, ignoring Naoto’s complaints.

When you get to the old man you put on the most annoying tone you can get.

“Daddy! You didn’t tell me you were in the house tonight!” You pout in exaggeration.

“Oh babygirl—“

“Daddy, what?” The other girl says, giving you a knowing look that she will keep the act. A little favor she owes you for taking over her shift when she had a hangover.

“My, my, no need to fight ladies,” The old man laughs. From the corner of your eye you see Naoto gettin closer, doing a great job in his acting.

“No! I thought you were going to give me attention!” You whine and the girl do the same, making the old man get closer to you and away from the table.

“Would you feel better with a little tip, uhm?” He asks with a smile and putting his hand almost on your ass, you give him a fake flirty smile, letting him feel you up. You tilt your head a little and see behind him that the cop, Naoto, has a black folder and is already walking out of the bar. He motions you to follow him.

“I don’t want it now, I’m very mad at you daddy,” You say with a pout. “I’ll go out to smoke one and then you can give me that tip, yeah?”

“Of course.”

You walk out of the bar and to the parking lot, in a far corner there’s Naoto resting his back on a black car. He opens the back door for you and enters behind you.

“Aren’t you gonna get in trouble for not working?” He asks and you shrug.

“When we disappear like that they just assume we are with a customer getting them turned on so they can keep buying drinks, or we are just looking for… extra tips.” He nods, understanding what you mean.

“I can’t open the folder, though.” He says, pointing to the folder with his chin.

“But, is it okay if I do it for you?” You ask, genuinely interested. He nods.

“Do you mind if I record it? So I can write everything down at my office tomorrow and later will know where to start my investigation.” You shake your head no, letting him know that you don’t mind.

And so, you start reading to him the documents, a lot of dates, names and places where in there. He raises his eyebrows on some occasions but doesn't give that much of a reaction. When you’re done he nods.

“I knew they were in dirty business.” He mumbles.

“I assume you got what you were looking for,” You say. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to leave the folder around the club so another waitress finds it and gives it to the dirty bastard. That was fun, cop Naoto! I felt like a detective, have a good rest of the ni—,”

“On my lap.” He says and you look at him deadpan, what? “Didn’t you say you want to make out as a payment?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you were going to agree.”

“I said deal.”

“I thought you were joking.”

“I don’t make jokes about my job.” He pats his lap.

Excitedly, you straddle him softly, he opens his legs a little so you can sit on top of him comfortably, you hum. He puts one hand on the back of your neck and pulls you till your lips crash, you sigh on his lips.

At first, he is kind of awkward so you take things slowly, just giving him short pecks while simultaneously scratching the hairs at the back of his neck, he let’s a shaky sigh out and puts his hand on your waist, pulling you closer. When you slide your tongue on his cavity he grunts softly, tightening his grip on your side, he is getting intoxicated by your smell, your touch, your tongue. Hands started to get more in the equation, with yours sliding up and down through his chest and his going to your throat, you sigh on his lips.

“Isn’t that enough, mister cop?”

“It’s not.”

He pulls you back to him to kiss you, now more comfortable, taking your hands and putting them again on the back of his neck, his hands roaming your body softly. You bite his lips and pull back, he almost whines at the loss.

“Naoto, I have to—,”

“I’ll wait for you to end your shift to take you home.”

You chuckle right on his lips.

“You really liked it, uh?” You whisper in a sultry tone.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll make you lose the whole shift.” He whispers back, and gives you a small smile.

That’s how you met your later boyfriend, Naoto Tachibana.

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[hereforhalstead]

Showtime

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Not this one! Just fancied writing a little jealous Jay piece as I thought it had been a while👀 hope you enjoy!

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary: Voight asks you to go undercover with Adam in which you decide to tease Jay about it as the unit are unaware of your relationship.

• Words: 3083

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You sat at your desk as Voight called everyone to gather round his office, he makes his way over to the whiteboard and swings it round to show the information on the other side, your eyes wander over the board and the sight of so much detail and CCTV stills. You can’t help but realise you never saw him write any that down, so dread to think the hours he was here until last night to put this plan together. 

He was clearly having one of his days where no options were wanted and or needed, he blitzed through the minor details and barely stopped to take a breath. You all stood watching as he reeled off information that you were all supposed to be taking in, you were secretly hoping someone else was paying more attention than you as it seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. You find yourself loosing concentration as you focus on a random spot on the board, you jolt as Kevin nudges your arm. You turn to see Voight raising his brows at you, jaw hung open with the corner of his lip turned in spite “Sorry, what?” you quickly straighten up and actually focus on what he’s saying. “Nice of you to join us again, Y/N” he shakes his head and continues to point out details on the board.

A few moments later you had pretty much got the gist of the plan but it then came to giving out roles “Halstead, you’re gonna be posing as a bar tender to keep an eye on movements inside”. He barked his order and Jay nodded in response, “Kim, you’ll be a drunk club goer who’s trying it on with Jay so you’ll both be near by”. She rolled her eyes at Jay who always seemed to be used in some form of flirtatious way during these things which suited him but didn’t sit well with you. You trusted your team and would never doubt their intentions but it still wasn’t ideal for them to throw themselves at Jay during these missions and you couldn’t even make a well natured sarcastic comment about how he was yours.

You and Jay had been somewhat of an ‘item’ for a few months, you found yourselves growing closer after becoming partners and soon one thing led to another. Unbearable tension built and Kim was the one to call you out on it, fed up of being put in the middle of your silly spats and childish arguments when it was clear how drawn to each other you were. You decided to keep it between the pair of you as Voight made it clear he wasn’t a fan of relations within the unit, Jay struggled at first but after seeing the way Voight laid into Kim and Adam he soon realised you had a point. It was all fun and games at first, sneaky glances across the room, little touches in the locker room but there was always going to be some negatives that you hadn’t planned for. For example, the way girls throw themselves at Jay was something you’d never get used to. I mean he truly was something else but the way they would do anything to get his attention made you cringe, what was even worse was how he would try and wriggle out of the situations but they would follow him around like a lost puppy. You’d watch as he’d get more frustrated with not being able to tell them he wasn’t single and how he looked to you for help but you couldn’t do much more. 

Jay found it equally as hard as he was quite a jealous and protective person, this was magnified when he was thrown into the deep end of men flirting with you and him having to just stand back and watch. He would step in every now and then if they really weren’t getting the hint but if he intervened every time he wanted, someone definitely would’ve caught on by now. 

Voight finished giving out instructions and demands of Hailey and Kevin taking roles of surveillance in the van parked outside the venue. He was quick to dismiss everyone which left you and Adam without direction, “What about us Sarge?” Adam questions and the group hang back, thinking they’ll be involved in a change of plan. “Oh yeah, how could I forget. The main stars of my show” he slings an arm round each of you as he pulls the pair of you to face the rest “Everyone, meet the new hot couple in Intelligence” he proudly announces and you see Jay’s face drop but you’re just as confused “Come again?” you question but Adam doesn’t need telling twice as he doesn’t seem to doubt Voight’s decision “Fine by me” he winks towards you. You look to Kim and cock your eyebrow with an unimpressed glance, she shrugs back at you and smiles which puts you slightly at ease as you didn’t want to step on any toes due to you knowing how it felt to be put in that position with a certain detective. “I’m putting the pair of you undercover, Adam as the big man and you being his not to clued up eye candy” Voight pats you on the shoulder as you notice Jay roll his eyes “Thanks Sarge, won’t take it personally” you sarcastically respond. 

“Go on, go get dressed up the pair of you.” he releases you from his hold as Adam receives a high five from Kevin followed by a “my man” in praise. “I sent Trudy out to pick up some outfits for you, go and get them from her and get your arses into gear. We leave in an hour.” Voight heads back into his office and shuts the door behind him, you make your way over to Kim’s desk and perch yourself on the edge “Why couldn’t he choose you? Surely he knows you have much better convincing power with Adam than me” you mutter but considering the room was in silence you knew everyone could hear. “You know what he’s like with me and Adam, he’s probably doing this in spite of me” she moans “Just remember to stay on his left side, he always favors his right” she adds and you laugh “he’s such a girl”. 

“M’Lady, shall we go and get red carpet ready?” Adam approaches and offers his arm out to you, you run your eyes up and down his body in judgement but he doesn’t move “Come on, it could be worse. You could be stuck with Halstead” he scans his eyes over to Jay who was already leaning on his elbow and watching the pair of you “Suppose you’re right” you respond to play along with his jokes. Jay tilts his head and a sarcastic grin flashes on his face before turning back to his paperwork “Let’s go you two, why are you still here?” Voight’s rough voice echoes through the room as he storms out of his office “Trudy picking outfits? If I come back in a bin bag just know it was better than whatever god forsaken mess she has picked” you whisper to Kim who chuckles as you take Adam’s arm and head down the stairs to Trudy. 

You’re taken by surprise as she pulls out the clothes from the bags, she’d picked out a nice white shirt for Adam with some tailored black pants and some black leather shoes. “A little magician like for me but I’ll take it” he comments as he takes the bag from her, she stares him down with her intense gaze and then turns onto you. You feel yourself dreading what she will present you with but your jaw nearly drops to the floor when she picks out a little satin black dress and when you say little, you mean little. The corresponding black heels soon get placed on the counter and you can see Trudy trying to conceal her smugness but failing “This the kind of thing you wear for Mouch?” Adam asks and laughs to himself but Trudy doesn’t mirror his humour “I rarely wear anything for Mouch” she winks and Adam clears his throat “I’ll leave that alone if you don’t mind”.

You take the bag into the locker room and slip into the dress, this wasn’t you’re normal attire but you were not mad in the slightest. The shortness of the dress would take some getting used to but once you got the heels on you felt incredible. Luckily, you always kept some make up in your locker due to plans within Intelligence being pretty last minute and you liked to make some touch up’s before you headed out to Molly’s for the evening. You took yourself over to the mirror and began applying your make up, a little heavier than usual as you wanted to match the aesthetic of your outfit but still nothing crazy and thanking yourself for washing and straightening your hair the night before so it was already good to go after a quick brush through. You studied yourself in the mirror and was quite impressed with the outcome and dare you admit, excited to see how riled up it would make Jay. You took out your phone and sent him a quick text message, simply saying ‘Sorry in advance’ so you could say you gave him some form of pre warning. 

Stuffing your old clothes back into your locker you head back upstairs and can feel your heart racing as you get closer and closer to the top of the steps. As soon as you come into sight, you’re met with wolf whistles and various comments to which you never know how to respond “Damn girl, didn’t know you had it in you” Kevin pipes up as his eyes roam your body “Not mad about it, not mad at all” Adam chimes in as Hailey coughs to interrupt “Keep it in your pants boys, you don’t see Halstead drooling over her. Be more like him” she adds and you laugh to yourself at the irony. Jay clears his throat and makes his way over to you, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you’re sure everyone is bound to hear. He hands you a necklace and you stare at him confused, he picks up your hand from your side and places it in your palm with more force than you were expecting, taking you slightly aback “Voight wants you to wear this, something about how it can be a present Adam gave you but it will really be where your mic goes”. Adam peers over at the necklace and nods “I’ve got good taste, you’re very lucky” he suggests with a wink, Jay soon returns to his desk, avoiding all eye contact and turning his attention back to his monitor. 

“Are you not meant to have a bag of some sort?” Hailey asks and you check inside the carrier bag Trudy gave you but see nothing resembling any accessories “Nothing in here, might’ve left it in the locker room though”. You place the bag on Kim’s desk and head back down the stairs, passing Trudy’s desk as you go. She takes a double look as you stroll past and nods to herself “Not bad Y/N. You’ve got a great stylist” she compliments and you dramatically flick your hair in response, “What’s up with the mood Halstead?” she keeps her eyes on you despite her talking to Jay who makes his way down the stairs “I’m not in a mood?” he snaps back, regretting instantly as she widens her eyes at him “Tell your stompy feet that then” she looks him up and down and then smiles at you “Smash it kid”. 

You feel some sort of warmth from Trudy despite what people think of her, she always had a soft spot for you and you found comfort in seeing her as your ‘work mum’. God for bid she ever found out that you think of her that way though, she’d probably stop speaking to you all together.. 

You stand at Trudy’s desk and wait for Jay to leave but he doesn’t seem to be budging, you feel him staring at you as if he is waiting for you to make the first move “Sorry, did you want something or?” she asks and Jay shakes his head “Voight sent me down here to help Y/N look for something in the locker room” he is quick to respond but you knew it was bullshit, Voight couldn’t care less about you finding a bag let alone putting 2 people onto finding it. You push your thoughts aside and carry on walking to the locker room you had just been getting ready in. The sound of your heels clicking on the hard floor sure turned some heads and it was just your luck a drunk group of men were in one of the rooms to awaiting questioning. One of them leant against the door frame and wolf whistled, the other joined him and made some comment about how you looked but you didn’t give it any attention, Jay on the other hand couldn’t stop himself “Sit back down and shut the fuck up before I make you, we clear?” he slammed the door shut behind them but you kept walking.

“What are you really doing here Jay?” you question as you enter the room, holding the door open for him before walking over to your locker. You hear a loud thud as he shuts it behind the pair of you and leans his back against it, his knee bent as he picks off a bit of fluff from the thigh of his jeans “That dress new?” he asks, still not looking up at you and focusing on his jeans “You know it is, Voight only told the entire team that Trudy bought us outfits?” you huff as you fail to find any form of bag or purse that was intended for you to use. 

You begin to walk around to check other areas you had been within the room, the bathroom, the mirror but nothing seemed to jump out. Meanwhile, Jay was still stood leaning against the door and watching your every move intently “You gonna let me leave and do my job or?” you stand in front of Jay but he doesn’t budge. Instead he simply turns his nose up and shakes his head “Well then do something useful and help me put this necklace on” you hang the jewelry from your hand but he just stares at it “Or I’ll just do it myself then. Fuck sake” you mumble under your breath and walk back over to the mirror.

A few moments go by and it was no use, you couldn’t get the necklace on by yourself and Jay was still being as useless as ever and not moving to help, instead strolling over and sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the room. “Guess I’ll just get Adam to put it on for me, or Kevin. I’m sure they’d jump at the chance to help” you think aloud and strut past Jay who reaches up to catch your wrist before you can get any further “Come here then”.

He pulls you down onto his lap and you can feel his breath against the nape of your neck, a shiver run down your spine as he touches your skin and moves your hair to one side “Looking forward to being coupled with Adam? You look great together” he remarks and you roll your eyes at him for ruining what could’ve been one of your private moments that you were starting to crave. You stand from his grasp as he manages to fix the necklace round your neck and head for the door to leave but he is hot on your trail “Something bothering you?” you ask but Jay responds by looking down on you with that glint in his eye and mischievous smirk to try and divert your attention from how he is behaving “You don’t even have to say a word for me to know you’re lying if you say you don’t care" you chuckle but Jay isn’t amused. 

“Go and have fun, I’m sure I’ll have a great time watching the pair of you all over each other” he comments with gritted teeth “I’m sure we will have a blast, might even stick my tongue down his throat" you quickly add and curse yourself for not thinking before you speak “Go for it, gotta make it convincing” to your shock he agrees but the way his fists hang tight at his side and his nostrils are flared tell a whole different story “You really need to work on your lying skills detective”.

You can sense the rage running through him as the pair of you stand in silence, your eyes flick over to the clock and realise you’re meant to be leaving at any moment and they will be wondering where you are. You place your hand on Jay’s cheek and see him lean into your hand slightly, no matter how tense he is with you he can never stop himself from giving into your touch. “We best get going, I’ve got to see a man about a new boyfriend” you tease causing Jay to regain himself and straighten up “I dare you Y/N. I dare you to put on your little act as best you can because you know I’ll be watching and ready to remind you who you belong to when we’re alone” he threatens and you feel as though your legs could give way out of the weakness he causes you. You know him too well to know these weren’t empty threats and you were now set on going above and beyond to make him jealous “Enjoy the show, baby.”

***

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After popular demand, Part 2 to this is now up!

[sail-not-drift]

Stucky Fic Recs

I’m waiting for my hair dye to develop and have also lost my mind to these two, so here, have some recs. All are amazing. The ones that make me FERAL are bolded, the ones that made my soul ascend have stars.

Dedicated to @neversleepingever and @mygutsforgarters, you heathens.

Dishonor On Your Cow - Shrunkyclunks (but not really, sort of) where Steve and Bucky have a hate at first sight meeting during the Battle of Manhattan and Bucky eventually joins the Avengers for feelings and hilarity.

****He's All That - College AU where frat boy Bucky takes a bet to turn disaster Steve Rogers into the class president but catches feelings instead. 

dance with a ghost - Shrunkyclunks where Bucky moves into an apartment and finds himself haunted by the ghost of Captain America.

Introduction to Fake Dating Your Best Friend 101 - Professors AU, Steve and Bucky are a pair of professors who have to fake date for academic purposes and are real dumb along the way.

Five times Steve kissed Bucky - Pre-serum “fight me” Steve Rogers to post TWS.

To Believe in Tomorrow - Shrunkyclunks AU; Bucky's mornings at the community garden get a little more interesting when the new guy shows up.

Blush Pink - Dirty talking, dom!Bucky PWP.

if all my mistakes (led me to you) - No powers AU, Steve has to scramble to find a plus one for Peggy’s big day after being spontaneously dumped. Bucky is his slutty neighbor.

**Unusual Weather - Tony gives Bucky Asgardian drugs to chill him out while Tony fixes his arm. Steve is there to hold Bucky down. Then Bucky starts dirty talking.

a long way from the playground - Fake dating, no powers AU, Bucky needs to pretend he has a date to Becca’s wedding and blurts out his best friend’s name.

Something Borrowed - In-universe Sam POV AU where Sam, Steve, and Bucky go to Sam’s sister’s wedding.

Bucky Barnes: Sunscreen Assassin - In-universe AU; Steve refuses to wear sunscreen, Bucky takes that as a challenge.

winter wheat, sunflower peat - Powered AU where instead of re-meeting in TWS, Steve meets Bucky as a hitchhiker. ANGST AND FEELS.

**The Daily Rogers - College AU, exchange student Bucky meets Steve “fight me” Rogers, who classmates run a nasty blog about.

No, Mr. Bond, I Expect You to Pine - Secret Agent adversaries-to-lovers AU where the Winter Soldier keeps tying Captain America to walls and sticking around to chat.

Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap - Steve and Bucky get bodyswapped then go on a magical road trip with Peter Parker; extreme antics and harmless emotional torture for Peter ensue.

Your Lack Of An Answer Is Kind Of An Answer: Four Questions Natasha Asked Steve Rogers, And One Time Bucky Barnes Answered - Beautiful and painful Natasha POV, so many Steve feelings, SO MANY.

Achilles Come Down - You jump, I jump, pre-serum and after.

eros and psyche - Post-TWS, Steve and the Winter Soldier start an affair where the Soldier never lets Steve see his face.

Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches - Beautiful Steve-centric, post-TWS. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it's real or if he's starting to lose his mind.

Itinerant - Nomad Steve goes wandering the world without the rest of the team to try and find himself while Bucky recovers in Wakanda.

Sweet Relieving - Pre-serum PWP, Steve cross-dresses, Bucky talks DIRTY.

4 Minute Window - Post-TWS, Bucky “kidnaps” Steve and they build a life together.

time on my hands (could be time spent with you) - Nomad Steve runs missions while Bucky recovers in Wakanda and everyone thinks they’re married.

My Working Week and My Sunday Rest - Steve's life after he throws down the shield and hides with Bucky in Wakanda.

Cat Nap - AU where Winter Soldier Bucky and Steve didn’t know each other; Bucky deprograms himself and Steve accidentally steals his cat.

The Size of Perfection - WWII, Steve is shy about how big the serum made his dick. But then there is extreme bittersweet beauty.

Ain't No Grave - Post-TWS (with a pre-TWS prologue) where Bucky accidentally adopts two homeless kids and tries to recover before finding Steve again.

So, You've Adopted a Fruit - Retired Steve and Bucky; Bucky rescues a stray kitten.

Bucky Barnes: on top of the Polls - Steve gets extremely unbalanced during American elections and Bucky both hates and lusts for it.

Together Forever and Ever - PWP, Bucky’s birthday.

Meet-Cute AU's - A gazillion different AUs, heaven on earth.

Lessons in Normality - Shrunkyclunks AU where Steve doesn’t know his normal boyfriend Bucky is a secret agent gathering information on him, Shield, and Hydra.

Pedantic Affectations - Shrunkyclunks AU, Steve is a vigilante badly undercover as a teacher, Bucky is the detective trying to bring him in. Steve in his brilliance decides to throw Bucky off his scent by dating him.

*That Ass (Property of James Barnes) - Bucky is loudly obsessed with Steve’s ass.

Strange Visitor (From Another Time) - Lois and Clark-esque Shrunkyclunks AU; Bucky is a reporter pissed at the new kid in the newsroom who ends up being Captain America.

Snapshots - Post TWS: Steve is trying to find Bucky. Instead, he finds the sexy Navy "propaganda" Bucky somehow never mentioned he modeled for before the war. Painful and profound.

The Roommate - Shrunkyclunks AU, Steve decides not to live in Avengers Tower and instead gets an apartment and finds a one-armed veteran for a roommate.

Side bitch out of your league - Shrunkyclunks AU, Steve misdials Bucky while on a mission. Then misdials him again. Then dials him on purpose.

(760): I literally cut myself out of my pants. Waste. Of. Money. - No powers AU, Bucky texts a random number on Sam’s phone for outfit advice.

Slide To Answer - No powers wrong number AU; Steve misdials Bucky for dating advice, then keeps doing it.

a line that goes all the way. - Recovery in Wakanda pining.

**********they're gonna send us to prison for jerks - Post-TWS, Steve and Sam are undercover and move in next door to a math teacher who looks just like Bucky, but Steve can’t be sure... MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FIC.

***Siege - Post-TWS AU where Bucky sticks around after pulling Steve from the Potomac and there are some painful and beautiful plot twists and some goddamn PROSE.

a blade with no handle - AU, the Winter Soldier joins the Avengers; identity porn.

Let's Fall in Love - Tony sends Steve and Bucky to a ridiculous fake speakeasy bar, feelings happen.

***Circling Back - Steve looks for Bucky, Bucky finds Steve, Steve tries desperately to put Bucky back together. Bucky tries desperately to let him. ULTIMATE POST-TWS RECOVERY FIC. Avenger family feels.

#TweetMeDaddy - Shrunkyclunks AU; Bucky works for Shield and tweets something that gets flagged as a death threat. It isn’t.

Good Boy - PWP, dom!Steve petplay; Bucky is still adjusting to life with the Avengers, and Steve is willing to do whatever it takes to make him feel comfortable.

[softscummymammon]

Bruce Wayne x Mafia Boss!Male Reader

//Self Indulgent//

Bruce Wayne was a man of many talents. He's trained almost his entire childhood to become what he has desired. Through all his hard work, and by working in Gotham, he expected to have seen everything. But no matter the title given to him by Gotham's people, "The Greatest Detective", he felt like no such thing at this very moment.

He was stumped, admittedly, which was not often. He stared at the face and name of the screen of the Batcomputer like staring at it would make it change in fear of his glare. But it never did, and it wouldn't in the near or far future.

Bruce had been looking into one of the most prominent, yet well hidden, cartels selling drugs and other opioids underground and on the black market. It took him an astonishing two months to even track down one of their runners. It was so hidden in plain sight it was practically invisible. Once he'd gotten intel from one of the runners using his intimidation tactics, he was able to get a spy inside the ranks. They fed him information that got more incriminating the longer he was inside the operation.

But suspiciously, they recently went quiet. The last message he was able to receive from his informat, was that he was going to meet the boss soon, and he'd be able to tell Batman more about him after. Bruce never believed in coincidences. So, he went digging further and found many incidents including rival drug cartels. What he found, set a pit in his stomach.

The name and face printed on the file before him, held an uncanny resemblance to his one and only friend before his parent's murder, and that was, " _____ _____". The name was like lead on his tongue. You were his one true regret when he left for Batman. He disappeared, but you soon followed right after. Bruce had thought you were dead with how your name suddenly dropped off radar.

But now he knew. You're parents had also been killed when one of them failed to persuade a drug dealer to put his gun when they wouldn't buy from him. It was like deja vu all over again. His parents lying dead on the concrete, his mother's pearls drenched him blood. But what he read on the autopsy report, was none similar. Your parents died a slow death of suffocation, chocking on the blood filling their lungs while video cameras recorded you sobbing for them and trying to stop the bleeding.

Now, Bruce realizes just what he's dealing with. That name and face on the file, was none other than you, who took a job in a rival cartel against the killer of your parents and slowly climbed the ranks. You killed every man in your way to kill the bastard that killed your parents. But he couldn't stomach it, the fact the killer still had kids at home and a wife, set him the wrong way. You were only creating the scenario of what happened to you on those kids. What would stop them from killing you in the future?

He needed to stop this, and that's exactly what he set off to do. Dawning the suit and the cowl, he speed out of the cave in the Batmobile to one of the biggest known base of operation. It was a club called Apollo's Sun Strip and Bar in the East end. No matter how much he didn't want to admit, he couldn't deny that the east end was far worse in petty crime that central Gotham. He stopped two attempted assaults, three attempted robberies, and one cat in a tree.

Getting to the club wasn't hard, and Batman would have done more research on studying and watching their moves, but he was on a tight schedule. Using the shadows to his advantage, he crept in through the back of the club and made it to the rosters. Watching from above, he saw many of the dancers on the stage and the patrons sitting in their booths watching or at the bar. He's surprised to see how well managed the place was.

Slipping to the back of the place, it was completely dark, save for a corner of the room being lit up by one over hanging light. Stalking forward, he was surprised to find the lit up corner morph into one of a lounge. It wasn't empty.

Getting into a fighting position, Batman took out a batarang and held it up. A deep, sultry chuckle followed his movements, and the sound of a crystal glass getting set down on wood came right after. A figure sat in a cushioned chair, leaned back just far enough into the shadows to cover his face. They were dressed in a three piece tux. Black trousers and jacket with a red jeweled waist coat, and a deep maroon button up shirt.

He deep, yet smooth voice came from the shadow covered face, " Bruce, it's been a long time. Would you care for a drink perhaps, one with an old friend? " It was said so deceivingly, Batman almost missed the name attached to the sentence. He froze, and watched as the figure laughed in dark joy and slowly rises from the chair. Bruce gulped and wondered how his friend got so,...big.

You walked around one of the chairs and finally stepped into the light. Bruce took in your features, how they've sharpened, and how your eyes had grown darker. You titled your head and chuckled again, " Don't worry about the name, Bruce, your secret is safe with me. But, was isn't safe, " He walked up to Bruce and grabbed him lightly on the chin, "are those lips of yours. "

Bruce only had a second to think about your words before you attacked his lips with your own. He let out a surprised groan that was easily swallowed by you. His hand went slack and the sound of his weapon hitting the ground rung through the entire room as he got over his stupor.

Gasping for air when you pulled back, you lick your lips at the disheveled face he was sporting, or at least, what you could make of it. You chuckled, but kept your grip on his chin, "I always wondered how big bad Batsy has grown. And I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised. "

Bruce huffed and panted for air like a dog, and you chuckled again. Dipping in, you peck his lips one more time before letting him go. Grabbing your glass that was on the table, you drink the rest of it and shoved it into Bruce's chest. He grunted and held onto it, looking up at you in confusion.

You chuckle and saunter away, an extra away in your hips and you comb your fingers through your hair, " For the identity, Darling. I'm giving you a little leeway. Now, I won't make this little game easy, Bruce. But I know, you never like anything easy. " At the end of your little speel, the lights flickered and you were gone. The only sound Bruce heard the the thump of the bass, and the murmurs of the people talking in the main room.

Looking down, Bruce found a single thumb print on the class. He smirked and looked back up to where you were last, " Sneaky bastard. "

//Hope you enjoyed it! //

@bigfan-fanfic

[midnightsconspiracy]

Office Romance?

Office Romance? - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: It's Mouse’s first day in the 21st district. Jay introduces him to the whole team, except you who seems to always be out until you finally meet at Molly’s and completely hit it off

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2193

Requested: Nope but my requests are currently open

A/N: This is my first time writing for Mouse and the longest fic I’ve written, so hopefully everyone likes it! :)

Masterlist

It was Mouse’s first day in Intelligence, it was finally the day that he was going to turn his life around. No longer living in sketchy areas and gaining felonies but instead becoming a legit member of society and working for a reputable institution, the Chicago police department. He had been recommended to the boss by his friend and former military buddy Jay Halstead, who unlike himself, had managed to get a proper holding in society after being discharged from the Rangers. This was finally his chance to show Jay and everyone else who cares about him that he could do something else good with his life and that he was more than just his time in the military.

Meeting Jay outside the district, the two men embrace in a warm hug, briefing saying their hellos and reminiscing on old times before they ascended the stairs. They pasted Sergeant Platt, Jay giving her a small hello in which she ignored and Mouse, despite having only met her once, gave her a polite smile. Punching in the passcode alongside his handprint, he unlocked the door climbing the second set of stairs up to the place he would call ‘home’ for hopefully years to come. Reaching the top Jay paused, Mouse quick to follow his actions.

“Guys this is Mouse, Mouse this is the Unit. That’s Dawson, Lindsay, Olinsky, Atwater, Nadia, and Sergeant Voight’s in his office.” The people in the room all averted their gaze from their own individual work, with Voight even exiting his office to greet him as well, to greet the newest member of the team, all presenting him with a momentary smile, short greeting, or handshake.

“Oh and Y/LN and Ruzek are currently out chasing up a lead right now but should be back soon,” Jay quickly followed up, trying to familiarise his buddy up with as much as possible to make him as comfortable as he could, knowing mouse struggled with rejoining society.

“Ok-k, well it's good meeting everyone, and I hope I can be of assistance to you all,” he mumbled out nervously, he admired Jay and Voight for giving him this opportunity but it still didn’t stop the feelings that they had a level of superiority over him due to their jobs. Taking him downstairs to his own tech room, he prompted Mouse to take a look around to get accustomed to his surroundings.

“What do you think buddy?

“I think it will do the job just fine,” he smiled back to jay reassuring him that he could do this.

“Ok, well if you’re all good I’ve got work to do myself,” Jay announced before turning and leaving Mouse to his own devices, finally leaving him to prove himself worthy.

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Mouse’s day was hectic, to say the least. Members of the team were constantly in and out of the tech room or calling him, getting him to give them vital information as quickly as he possibly could. But he thrived in the conditions present, what previously was extreme anxiety when he first entered turned into adrenaline. He hadn’t experienced such a high-intensity situation since his time at the Rangers, but he loved it. The Rangers was the place he felt most at home and alive, but the ‘accident’ had caused him to be honourably discharged. He wanted to be back in Afghanistan with Jay and his other military buddies desperately, feeling as though he had a place there, that he was actually contributing something good to the world, but this would do for the time, this was the best thing for him right now.

From what he could figure out, the unit was dealing with a human trafficking case in which multiple girls were found dead by the Docks, thrown into a container, and starved to death. Pulling up the names of multiple different men, he stared into their eyes as the pictures came up on his screen and felt no remorse for them as he heard each man be dragged into the cage one by one. The team managed to successfully find lead after lead, deciding to either all roll out together or keep sending Ruzek and Y/LN out. It was already about halfway through the day and Mouse still had not met the said people, only occasionally hearing their voices or being told to send them the information he was finding.

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As the day further progressed things started to flatline, leads found previously being a bust and nobody seeming to find anything worthwhile. The whole team worked tireless upstairs as Mouse found them the material they needed downstairs. Finally, after an hour of absolutely nothing, Dawson managed to get vital information from a CI and so a feasible lead was afoot. As the others were gearing up and getting ready to finally make some arrests, Jay popped his head into Mouse’s tech cave.

“Mouse I need you to send me the information on Spencer Phillips ASAP,” he was just about to walk out when he turned his head slightly to utter a few final words to his friend,

“And good job buddy, we really appreciate it.” Mouse smiled as he looked up the information for Jay, maybe he was going something good for the world, especially if his dearest friend thought so.

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The lead had been successful and two arrests of notable people in a human trafficking ring were arrested. The case was not fully closed, the organisation still up and running, but the perpetrators of the murders were put away to never see a day in the sun again. That was enough for Voight to warrant the members of his team a break to go home, rest and in the younger detective's case visit the local bar, Molly’s. Coming back up to the main room Jay greeted Mouse, patting him on the back for a job well done, he had underestimated his friend, thinking that he may struggle with his job just as he had coped with his anxiety and PTSD after coming back from the Middle East. Walking further into the room Mouse finally got to see the infamous man who had manage to evade his line of sight for the whole working day, Adam Ruzek. Approaching him he finally got to introduce himself.

“Hi, it's nice to finally meet you”

“Yeah, you too Mouse, I feel like I’ve been swept off my feet the whole day, you coming to Molly’s”

“I wasn’t planning to but sure why not?” Mouse had a vague idea of what Molly’s was, Jay sometimes talking about the bar run by first responders, but he was excited to finally see it for himself. Turning to Jay, who was packing his stuff up at his desk, he assumed he would want to go to the bar alongside the rest of the team,

“Molly’s then?” He smirked knowing Jay would never turn him or drinking down,

“Of course.” Leaving the district together, the two guys headed in the direction of the bar relieved to finally get away from work and have some downtime. Unbeknown to them you were in the changing room with Kim chatting away, excited to go for a drink and ready to go upstairs to meet the new tech guy. Little did you know you would be very disappointed when you did so.

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Arriving at the bar the men settled into the unit's usual booth at the back of the bar, flagging down Hermann to get two beers so that they could finally unwind from a long day of stressful events.

“The rest of the team should be here shortly, but how was your first day buddy, tell me all,” Jay asked hoping that his friend liked the position so that he could work towards becoming an outstanding member of the community and chuffed that he was working alongside his best friend once more.

“It was good man, I don’t really know what else to say about it. Um..I finally felt as if I was doing something with myself, I felt that adrenaline I missed from the Rangers, but I miss it, the thrill, the relationships, everything really Jay.” Jay sighed not knowing what to say, annoyed at his friend for missing it, he had spent so long trying to pull Mouse out of that bad place, a constant cycle of anxiety, depression, and PTSD, that it hurt him that he wanted to go back. The tense situation was interrupted by the rest of the team arriving, taking up the rest of the room in the booth with Erin snuggling up to Jay and Adam getting up to buy a round for the table. All the usual suspects were there enjoying themselves, except one, you.

You had gone home to shower and get out of your work clothes before making your way to meet the rest of the team for some rest and relaxation, maybe nestling a few beers throughout the night. Making your way into the bar, you passed members of firehouse 51, making small talk with them before moving towards Hermann to get yourself an alcoholic beverage. Thanking him you turned to walk over to your unit's table, spotting an unfamiliar figure in the corner of the booth next to jay, which you could assume was the new tech guy Mouse.

“Christ Y/LN where have you been?” Your partner Adam boomed, already a little tipsy from the two beers he had consumed.

“Sorry I had to go home first, wanted to freshen up,” you smiled amused at how much of a lightweight Adam really was, despite claiming otherwise.

“Y/N this is Mouse, I don’t think you’ve met yet,” Jay interrupted you, drawing your attention away to introduce you to the nervous man beside him. Looking him dead in the eyes, you noticed how attractive he was, you had just presumed that Mouse would be less than average looking considering his measly nickname, but no, the man in front of you was undeniably handsome with a charming smile and deep blue eyes.

“Hi, it's nice to meet you, sorry I didn’t meet you earlier, seems like we were both at the wrong place at the wrong time,” you gave a shy smile, sitting down next to Kevin trying to look confident despite the nervousness you felt inside.

“I-its good to meet you to Y/N, seems like the universe is not in our favour huh?” He stuttered equally as nervous, for what you assumed was first-time jitters, but little did you know it was because he found you equally as attractive.

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Throughout the night you continued talking with all members of your unit but especially Mouse. You felt naturally drawn to him, not just because of your attraction but also the stories he told that fascinated you, some from his days in the rangers and other ones from his childhood. By the end of the night, you too had managed to move to sit next to each other, with the members of your unit seeing you hit it off immediately and so pushed you together hoping for another office romance. Completely enamoured by him, you didn’t even notice that the other people in the bar were starting to trickle out slowly and Hermann’s last order was thirty minutes ago. Finally noticing your surroundings after the bartender had called your name and told you it was closing time, you checked your watch noticing the late time. Turning to Mouse you smiled and softly spoke about the revelation,

“I didn’t even realise how late it was, maybe we should get out of here, wait wait! Not like that, well unless you want you.” Noticing what you had said, you shyly smiled hoping he wouldn’t think you were too weird.

“That sounds good,” he cheekily smirked moving out of the booth, allowing you to get out too and heading towards the doors of the bar, saying a brief goodnight to Hermann on your way out. You walked down the street together to where your cars were parked, going at a slow pace, trying to extend your time together for as long as possible. Locating your car you stood next to it as you went to say your goodbyes to the handsome man in front of you.

“Thank you for keeping me company tonight, I really enjoyed it”

“Yeah me too, but I was hoping we could do it again sometime, just you and me?” Completely taken aback you stuttered to think of your response, you weren’t not thrilled about it at all, just completely surprised that he liked you as you did him.

“I’d love to Mouse, give me your phone,” handing you his phone you put your number in, silently hoping he would be one of those guys that actually use your number instead of ignoring it completely. Proceeding to hand it back, you both stood in silence not knowing what to say. But in this situation, no words were needed, only actions. So when he leaned in to place his lips, you gladly reciprocated the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. Little did you know this would lead to a lifetime of desire and devotion.

[shania-twain]

au. the met.

She caught his eye from across the way. He was leaning against a column, looking at her curiously.

Used to men staring at her, she quirked a brow at him and he shook his head slightly, looking away. His cheeks were pink from embarrassment. She found that a little endearing. Usually men didn't give a shit if they were caught ogling her.

Amanda is enthusiastically greeted by her friend Lara with a kiss on the cheek and a friendly hug. Over Lara's shoulder, she spots the tall man again. He's turned slightly and she takes the opportunity to study his side profile, her interest piqued. A quick glance to his hands to check for a wedding ring and she's excited to find it bare. His hair is gray, but she likes the silver fox look. Face clean shaven, body lean and a lopsided, closed mouth smile.

"How are you liking the gallery so far? Isn't it neat?" Lara interrupted her thoughts and Amanda tried to focus on her friend. "Find any pieces you like?"

"I like most of 'em," she answered with a small shrug. Her first time at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City was uneventful, as she wasn't the biggest fan of art pieces. Though she chalked it up to never having been to a real museum like this and her parent's lack of interest in taking her and her sister anywhere cultured.

Her friend Lara dragged her here with a promise to return her to her hometown in Georgia "a sophisticated lady." She had scoffed at that, but agreed to go, glad to have a reason to dress up nicely.

With it being her last night in New York, she wanted to have a nice dinner and then maybe a bar afterwards with a group of her friends from college. They had been at the museum for nearly an hour and she was ready to go. She could use a drink after another full day of activity. She was really dreading the flight home tomorrow.

"Hey," Lara told her, taking her out of her thoughts. Her friend probably sensed her discomfort by the way she had her arms crossed, but really she was just chilly. "Let's go say goodbye to Steven and then we can get an early dinner. Sound good?"

Amanda nodded, smiling pleasantly as Lara began to lead her over to a friend of hers she had been introduced to earlier. Catching the gaze of the stranger again, she watched him curiously this time. He doesn't look away, even goes so far as to send her a small, friendly grin, dimples in his cheeks. She thought he was damn adorable.

She briefly wished she was alone so she could approach him without ditching her friend.

She watched him try and smoothly break their gaze by pretending to be interested in a painting nearby. She let out a laugh as he placed his large hand on his chin, feigning contemplation on the artwork. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her smile flirtatiously at him. He swore his heart jumped at the sight.

She was beautiful. Sexy in every way. Her long legs were accentuated by red heels. She wore a white dress that complimented her figure and hugged her curves. His eyes didn't miss the plunging neckline either. Her hair was golden, styled on her head and flowing in waves down her back. She was elegant, classy, and had a smile as bright as the sun.

Noticing that she seemed to be leaving with a girl friend, he felt himself moving toward the exit. He hoped to have some sort of interaction with her, somehow.

He found her outside the museum, shivering, her friend nowhere to be found. Taking a deep breath, he casually walked up to her.

"Hi," he said, trying not to sound too eager. He was shoulder to shoulder to her, though she was a tad bit shorter than him in the heels.

She glanced up at him, a surprised look on her face. He felt his own face flush at the delighted smile on her lips. She detected an accent from him, a smidge different from the regular New York one she had been hearing for days. "Hi," she said.

She had a deep southern accent. It may have been the first time he ever thought it was adorable. He may already be a little biased, though.

"Did you friend ditch you?" He looked around and didn't find the other woman she had been with.

"Nah, she's still inside," she said, gesturing behind her to the building. "Ran into someone. I told her I'd wait out here."

He smirked at her slightly bouncing in place, clearly freezing. "Ya regrettin' that?"

"I'm fine," Amanda defended, rocking on her heels now.

Sonny found himself taking off his jacket and offering it to her. She raised both eyebrows so high, he almost laughed.

"Thanks, but you're a stranger."

He held the jacket over one arm, holding out his hand to her. "I'm Dominick, nice to meet you."

When she took his hand and shook it, she shivered for a different reason. His hold was light, hand warm, his eyes gentle and soft on hers. "Amanda."

Letting go of her hand, he offered his jacket again with a dimpled grin. "Now we're not strangers. Take it while you wait, it's fine."

She still looked doubtful but she did grab it. She was shivering in front of this handsome man and it was embarrassing. "I didn't know it could be so cold in April." As she slipped the large jacket over her shoulders, she gave him a look. "Sure you're not a serial killer?"

At his nod, she left the jacket on, eyeing his professional suit underneath. His blue tie had polka dots on it and she got the sense that he wasn't like the guys she was usually attracted to. "I'm a criminal prosecutor."

Impressed, she lifted a brow again. "So you've been in the room with serial killers?"

He laughed and she found herself mesmerized with the sight of his eyes crinkling. "Not very much, I usually prosecute sex crimes."

"Oh, wow," she said in surprise, "that's gotta be a damn hard job."

"It is," he said honestly. "What do you do?"

She tugged his jacket closer to her, smelling the cologne inside of it. "I'm a social worker. I help kids in difficult domestic situations at home. Among other things."

Her eyes held something dark in them, he noticed, as she told him this information and he thought maybe she could find the same darkness in his. She stepped closer to him, excusing it for the body heat and not the way he smelled and the way he looked at her. Like she was something more. As if she could offer something more than just a body.

"That's incredible," he smiled, "you must be a hero to those kids."

She shook her head humbly. "They're amazing kids. It's wonderful to see kids in awful situations thrive despite the odds against them."

Amanda couldn't believe she was opening up in any way to this man. A stranger, no less. But she figured he could understand, as he's probably seen troublesome things in his own line of work.

"Anyway," she tried to lighten the subject, "back home people don't believe in these kids enough. I want to help them as much as I can."

Smiling softly at her, he asked, "where's home?"

"Georgia," she answered, waving her hand, "small town."

"Amanda!" A voice called out and she turned to see Lara waving at her from the entrance, the person she had been talking to still at her side. Amanda waved back and turned her attention back to Dominick.

"I think she wants me over there," she told him. She started sliding the jacket off but he stopped her.

"Keep it," he said, "I have plenty, trust me."

"Oh, no, I'll be fine," she reassured. He was about to tell her again not to worry about it when her friend walked up.

"Hey," Lara said, looking him up and down. "Who's this?"

"Lara, this is Dominick," Amanda introduced, "we kinda just met."

"Oh," Lara blinked, then when she realized Amanda was wearing the man's jacket, the woman's eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Yeah," Amanda deadpanned, slightly amused. Lara caught the hint Amanda was giving with her eyes and gestured back to her friend. "I'm gonna - forgot to tell them something."

Dominick watched her friend walk away, also amused. He didn't catch Amanda taking something out of her red wallet.

"Hey, so," Amanda said, capturing his attention again. Her eyes were gorgeous. Light, bright pools of blue he could drown in. "I'm actually leaving for Georgia tomorrow."

Ah, damn.

He couldn't even pretend to hide his disappointment. He really thought he might have had a chance with her. Or at least even one date.

"But," she said, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling at his obvious disappointment. "I'll be coming back for a visit pretty soon. Maybe you can show me around?"

Grinning widely at her, Dominick enthusiastically agreed. Amanda could feel butterflies swarm inside her at his excitement. She had never encountered a man quite like him before.

"Amanda, you ready?" Lara called again, from a distance, this time alone. Amanda sighed as she had to part with him, wanting to know more about him but she had made plans already with others.

"It was great meetin' you," she told him in her charming accent.

"Yeah," he stumbled over his words, not quite ready to let her go yet. But he knew he had to. "Yeah, definitely."

She smiled brightly again, taking his jacket off and handing it to him. He took it numbly. "Call me." He watched her walk away, hips swaying, heels clacking against the pavement as her and a friend got into a cab further down the street.

It wasn't until she was out of his sight that he realized he didn't have her number. Cursing to himself, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why didn't he get her last name? Why?

How many Amanda's in Georgia could there be?

Grumbling, completely irritated, and feeling like a moron, he put his jacket back on. He harshly shoved his hands in his pockets when he felt something in his left pocket. Taking it out, he noticed with extreme delight it was a business card.

Amanda Rollins - Social worker. With a phone number at the bottom.

He smiled.

[ct-multifandom]

Miracuclass Amogus Cringe

I was going back and forth about making this post, but then I saw @charming-mage ‘s and I was like screw it we’re doing this. This ended up 10x longer than I thought it’d be.

Marinette (crewmate) - tries to organize everyone into a buddy system to corner the impostors, gets frustrated when people agree to her plan and then start running rogue. When discussions start she’s leading the conversation and asking the most questions. She greatly prefers crewmate over impostor because she likes the mystery solving element of discussions.

Marinette (impostor) - whenever she kills someone she goes, “ahhhh” out loud and panics while her avatar sprints away from the body. She likes coming up with convoluted plans, especially when she can communicate with her fellow imp(s), and tries to make it seem like she’s in two places at once wether it be through venting or falsified testimony.

Adrien (crewmate) - he has to unmute and ask how to do like every individual task to the point where he’s been voted out over it before because cmon, you’ve gotta be lying about it at this point, just piece it together and stop unmuting during task time. He makes puns and sings little improvised songs while tasking. When he suspects someone but they don’t get voted out, he offers to tail them at the cost of his own safety. Same with fixing sabotages late-game. To him, getting killed is just part of the game progression, and it’s not a big deal because he trusts his fellow crewmates to avenge him and doesn’t mind ghost-tasking.

Adrien (impostor) - okay maybe he lies about not knowing tasks sometimes. But it also took him a while to learn imp mechanics and he kept asking about them out loud like, “what’s the red square task on the floor? Why’s my name highlighted?” And somehow nobody noticed while his partner(s) were like nggggg Adrien no... At least he’s good at playing innocent/fake-detective-ing in discussions. Whenever he kills someone he makes some stupid one-liner about it out loud.

Alya (crewmate) - we got Sherlock Holmes over here. She overanalyzes every tiny detail and isn’t scared to sacrifice the sus for the greater cause. When she finishes tasks, she likes to hang out by security and snoop in case of the rare satisfaction of catching someone red-handed. If there’s an emergency meeting, it’s probably because she probably saw something. She supports Crewinette’s plans to corner the imps. She thinks tasks wins are boring and that it’s a lot more fun to win through voting correctly. If they task-win or lose she stops before the new game and asks who the imps were and for a recap of their actions.

Alya (impostor) - a force to be reckoned with. She’ll wait for the perfect moment to strike someone, and then cover her tracks, join a group and win herself a strong alibi anyways. Her reputation as a ruthless detective protects her, even when the game is set to show that the ejected person was innocent. She always chooses someone to kill and someone to blame for it, but sometimes she gets carried away and they vote her off for pointing too many fingers.

Nino (crewmate) - he’s just tasking, man. If he gets killed he’s like, “oh mf” and just keeps ghost-tasking. He mostly hangs out during the discussions unless he has something solid to say, only jumping in at the end to confirm, “so we’re voting for _?”. He leads his own little crewmate squad around when he finishes tasks to protect them while they finish theirs.

Nino (impostor) - mostly plays off the strategy of his partner(s). He likes playing the protective team-player type “innocent diversion” role while the partner(s) get to killing, so when discussions start he’s totally in the clear, which gives him an opening to dodge suspicion in the future if he needs to take over killing. He pretends to fix sabotages all the time because people rely on him to do that as a crewmate.

Max (crewmate) - freakishly good at the card scanning task. People always ask for his secret and he’s like? It’s so easy? He has every map memorized to a t so he can point out the contradictions in people’s stories like an ace attorney character. It’s surprisingly really helpful. He’s the opposite of Alya in that he’s a big supporter of the “guys, stop voting off random innocent people, we have like five tasks left. Whoever hasn’t done them, just finish them” strategy.

Max (impostor) - he tries his best to protect his partner(s) in the discussion while laying low himself, and sometimes he gets voted out for it, but if he senses that there’s nothing he can do, he’ll throw them even further under the bus to build credit for himself. He doesn’t like sacrificing innocents as a crewmate, so his defenses are only sus when he’s caught being wrong. He sabotages a lot to control people’s movements and vents liberally unless he committed to a tasking group. That being said, he can go whole rounds without killing out of caution.

Kim (crewmate) - he’s the guy who calls emergency meetings early into the game only to say, “I miss you guys :)” He gets voted out all the time for doing troll-y crap and ignoring Crewinette’s plans. He’s also severely confused by some of the tasks and game mechanics, but fakes it till he makes it, until the discussion where he rarely says anything valuable and just jokes around. Sometimes, though, he’ll offer a tiny offhand detail and everyone’s like Kim, I hate to say it, but you’re a genius or that’s the piece we’ve been missing! And he’s like haha ok. He’s always behind on tasks, sometimes out of laziness, sometimes out of confusion, but he’s one of the people Max is impatiently waiting on.

Kim (impostor) - he gets caught in the act a lot and it’s hilarious, but other times he gets away with everything the entire time, which is kinda scary. He’s weirdly good at introducing so much confusion and derailment to discussions that everyone gets totally lost and doesn’t know what’s going on, allowing him to survive when they could’ve easily figured him out. Unlike Max, he knows literally nothing about the maps and always says he was at the “slidey thing” or whatever and everyone’s like idk wtf the slidey thing is, and if this were anyone else they’d be gone immediately, but it’s Kim so he might actually be telling the truth. He refuses to learn the names of anything because this really helps him out.

Alix (crewmate) - always trying to convince her friends to experiment with ridiculous game settings. Occasionally, she gets to them, and they get games with comically unbalanced imp:crew ratios, awful lighting, an overwhelming load or lack of tasks, or hilariously low cool downs. She revels in the chaos. When she tasks she usually moves from place to place alone but tries to hop in with groups to confirm her movements. She’s pretty good at sussing imps out when they offer enough information, but otherwise she just makes goofy comments with Kim.

Alix (impostor) - not too worried about killing people and venting. She moves fast and dashes from place to place, joining a group on the opposite side of the map from her last body. If anyone says, “I saw someone vent but I didn’t see who” it was probably her. She likes the “stand in a clump and watch the chaos ensue when one person drops” technique as well as the gambling “hope that the UI for the task everyone’s doing covers your killing and venting” strat. Sometimes she’s forced to vent to a dead end and gets caught, and sometimes the big brain detectives catch her, but she’s usually pretty smooth.

Rose (crewmate) - a big fan of hide and seek mode. She likes grouping up for tasks, protecting each other at the cost of efficiency. During discussions, she has a hard time believing anyone’s the impostor, and everyone’s like, Rose, we know there are exactly three of them, you can’t defend every individual person. Whenever she gets killed she is like *gasp* et tu, Brute? No matter who it was.

Rose (impostor) - runs around with her squad when... oops... looks like something got sabotaged! Uh oh, wonder who could’ve done that? She’s in a battle against that task bar more so than the players, and tries to stay away from killing. She emulates crewmate behavior perfectly so no one ever suspects her until really late. If she’s the only imp left and she has to kill, it’s like an Agatha Christie locked room mystery level of drama and betrayal within her squad. But we were all together the whole time... omfg no way... it was one of us.

Juleka (crewmate) - she secretly prefers when everyone tasks alone, but goes with the squad for Rose. She only talks in discussions if she’s 100% sure about something, and she often incomprehensibly mumbles vital evidence. ~10 minutes later when they catch the imp she’s like iItoldyouso and the crew’s like ??? If she gets killed and her tasks are done, she haunts that impostor relentlessly. Sometimes she even organizes ghost brigades in ghost chat and gets everyone to follow them.

Juleka (impostor) - definitely gets a kick out of the kill button. Whenever she takes someone down she’s like heeheehee. If she was peer pressured into a task team again, she’ll anxiously try to slip away unnoticed for a second to catch someone in the hallway outside, but if she’s alone, she’s on a hunt. Nobody is safe. When she defends herself on voice chat she also mumbles incomprehensibly and everyone’s like sure, fair enough.

Mylene (crewmate) - seasoned task group leader. She also sings little task songs like Adrien. She tries to organize people into chatting regular status updates so they can tell if someone goes missing. She reports every body she finds and actively participates in the discussion, but whenever she makes good points, she gets overlooked. Then, the crew’s like Mylene, why didn’t you say anything sooner? And she’s like agjdjdhh Either that or she gets voted off for always reporting and being too eager to discuss on top of it.

Mylene (impostor) - gets her partner(s) inside her team and tries to tag-team anyone passing by, only for all the impostors to have alibis when she reports. If the ratio is right, they can destroy their own group, and then immediately point the finger at whoever is left, which works about half the time. Mylene is a pretty convincing actress, but the high IQ tricks only work a couple times.

Ivan (crewmate) - he’ll take one for the team if he has to, especially in those sabotage cases where you’d have to be isolated and vulnerable. Otherwise he’ll protect his group. He has an “innocent until proven guilty” attitude when he runs into other people on the map, and skips during a lot of the votes.

Ivan (impostor) - we all know he can’t lie to save his life. He usually gets voted out really fast if he kills someone because he gets nervous and starts saying contradictory things when questioned. That being said, he’ll do what he can to keep his partner(s) in the clear. He never vents because the risk is too high for him, instead just running around and saying, “sorry” out loud when he catches a victim.

Nathaniel (crewmate) - he’s the opposite of Adrien in that he’ll do anything to avoid getting killed. He runs around tasking on his own, but he’s usually behind because he’s so focused on avoiding everyone, to Max’s frustration. He also never reports bodies. This causes him to be sus at all times, so he gets voted out a lot. Wild Nath sightings are rare and terrifying because he’s never in the clear and he’s just standing there, menacingly. Imp!Alix sees him as a fun combo of Where’s Waldo and Assassin.

Nathaniel (impostor) - the millisecond that cool down timer runs out, someone is getting killed. Hit and run. He’s good at entering a fairly crowded large space, striking, and staying in everyone’s blind spots while he runs away, especially when the lights are out. He likes venting to isolated areas and killing as many people per round as he can, laughing when someone finally reports and everyone unmutes to go WHAT!? at the number of deaths. He tends to operate separately from his partner(s) unless they have an actual plan.

Chloe (crewmate) - gathers every single person in medbay and makes sure they all watch her scan. Yeah okay, we get, you’re a crewmate. She feels personally offended whenever someone kills her, which is often, since people tend to jokingly target her. During discussions, she accuses anyone and everyone of being sus, even if she just walked past them or saw them tasking alone. She likes stalking people as a ghost and spilling tea in ghost chat.

Chloe (impostor) - reacts similarly to Marinette when she kills. She will throw her partner(s) under the bus if it’s more advantageous in the long run, and she’s great at shifting the blame to innocents. People vote her out a lot anyways, and she says she can’t believe that they even like this stupid little game. Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Unless she wins. Then it’s fun.

Sabrina (crewmate) - discussion detective supreme. She keeps track of every piece of evidence and testimony, every detail. She tails the sus at a distance, trying to catch them doing something. Sometimes it gets her targeted, but sometimes she catches them and calls emergency meetings to snitch. Somehow she manages to do this and finish her tasks at the same time.

Sabrina (impostor) - sabotages everything, and tries to get her partner(s) to do it too. Once she won because the crew just didn’t fix O2 in time. She avoids killing Chloe, but feels bad if she has to kill anyone else too. She typically just sticks to making other people seem suspicious, and likes the game mode where you can’t see if you voted correctly or not.

Lila (both) - she rarely joins these games. She isn’t even a member of the chat group they use. They occasionally invite her, and she usually lies about how busy she is, but she accepted a couple times to further her narrative. She pretends to be really bad at being an impostor to establish herself as someone incapable of trickery. Regardless of her role, whenever the body announcement pops up, she goes, “oh nooo, not [victim(s)]... nooo....” and Mari’s like stfu Lila.

Bonus Polaroid kids because,,, they <3

Kagami (crewmate) - hella efficient at tasks. Two discussions in and she’s done. She’s the interrogation specialist who stresses out the imps and crew alike with her barrage of questions. She likes moving either alone or in partners, three people maximum, unless Crewinette needs her, in which case she’ll stick to the plan no matter what.

Kagami (impostor) - you’re walking through the base / there’s no one around and comms are down / out of the corner of your eye you spot her / Kagami Tsurugi. She will have you cornered and you won’t be able to do anything about it. She always has a made up explanation for what she was doing, but sometimes it falls through solely because she’s always acting sus.

Luka (crewmate) - he likes crewmate a lot more than impostor. He’ll tag along with a task group until he’s done, and then he’ll go lurk in the corner and spy on people. He moves along the walls, and a few times this has led to him witnessing murders in the middle of the room while the imp only saw him after it was too late. Cue the mad dash for emergency meeting.

Luka (impostor) - works together with his partner(s) to perform some high level backstabbery. He rarely gets voted out unless he messes up because he builds bonds of trust with like half of the crew while he leads the rest into his partner(s)’ traps. He feels bad about killing sometimes, but he doesn’t mind sabotaging.

Zoe (crewmate) - she finds one or two other people she trusts and follows them around. She uses the logic of “well we could’ve both killed each other by now but we didn’t so they must be safe”. She immediately recounts everything that happened to her that round in discussions, even irrelevant details, just in case they might end up useful, and tends to bandwagon with voting.

Zoe (impostor) - tries to catch people in secluded corners or rooms with closable doors to kill them. She avoids taking risks, but sometimes she reports her own bodies and tries to act all surprised by the discovery. She’s a good actress, but she’s not the best bs artist, although the crew is used to her giving a ton of details right from the start, so they don’t suspect her unless there’s a hole in her story.

Marc (crewmate) - does tasks on his own but makes sure to stop near crowds when he can. Whenever he’s running around alone and sees someone else, he immediately turns around like ohmygodohmygod and anxiously dances around the other person who’s more than likely just another, equally anxious crewmate with places to be. He still gets killed a lot.

Marc (impostor) - he goes full anime villain mode. All according to keikaku. He’s one of those people who disproportionately rolls the impostor role and ends up with it like twice every five games. He plans out every move he’s gonna make, every complex lie and big brain play, and sometimes he gets that glorious evil win, but sometimes his plans are totally sabotaged by stupid things like Kim’s trolling.

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."