#please give this girl hacker some coffee

[edogawa-division]

It was shaping up to be a memorable day for the now 24-year-old Kaoru, who was in her lab, doing typing away on her keyboard, multiple cups of (empty, cold, or stale) coffee by her side on her desk. As she was busy doing something on her computer, her perks up slightly as heard a slight 'tapping' noise. At first, she assumed it to be her imagination, but it continued, annoying her. Looking around, she looked as it was coming from her window. Opening it, she looked as something flew inside, and was now hovering in front of her.

It was a small robot drone with a copter on her head. Looking at it, the hacker was shocked as the drone suddenly opened his eyes and displayed a message, which said:

'BIRTHDAY GIFT. COME OUTSIDE TO BACKYARD.'

It then flew past Kaoru up to the window from whence it came and disappeared from the birthday girl's sight, who was still puzzled by why had just happened.

"Something tells me I'm gonna regret this, but..." Kaoru said, speaking to herself, but then shrugged, figuring she might as well as see what exactly this 'gift' was.

"And at least Yuriko can't say that I didn't come out of my lab today."

Obeying the strange drone, the hacker made her way to the backyard of her mansion and looked to the little blue robot hovering in the air, it's copter blades spinning. Walking up to it, she looked as the drone's eyes opened once more, displaying a message.

'GIFT INCOMING. STEP BACK PLEASE.'

Reading the message, Kaoru cocked an eyebrow at the drone, before she heard a slight 'whistling' noise coming from far above her. Looking up, the hacker's eyes grew big and wide as she saw something swiftly falling from the sky to her current position. Obeying the strange drone once again, the hacker scrambled to get away in time as the object landed five seconds later where she previously was. The force of the landing caused a large tremor to form, shaking the entire yard, as well as the house, and kicking up a large amount of dirt and dust.

Coughing and waving the dust from in front of her, Kaoru waited until her vision cleared to see a large dome in the middle of her yard. Shocked beyond belief, she stood there trying to comprehend what had just happened, until she saw the little blue drone fly up to her, displaying another message.

'PLACE HAND ON SURFACE OF DOME.'

Frowning, especially because she really didn't like how this strange machine was basically ordering her around, the hacker, nonetheless, obeyed. Standing up, she cautiously approached the dome, before placing a hand on it, which seemed to activate something as the dome suddenly activated. It then slowly opened its four sides, revealing what was inside, making Kaoru's eyes, again, grow wide.

It was some kind of large robot. No, calling this robot would be an understatement. This... thing looked like some kind of machine built and bred for war. It was, for now, standing there in the middle of the opened dome, not moving, waiting to be activated. As Kaoru stared at it, she looked as the blue copter drone flew up to her again, displaying another message.

'GIFT DELIVERY FULFILLED. OBJECTIVE COMPLETE. RETURNING TO HOME BASE.'

With that, the mysterious blue drone hovered for a bit, before flying off into the distance.

"Hey!" Kaoru called out to it, only for it to ignore her. She frowned as she still wanted to know just what that thing was and who sent it. Fortunately, her answers would be fulfilled as she felt something her phone vibrate in her pants, letting her know she had received a message. Opening it, she looked as it read:

"My drone tells me you received your gift. Don't ask me why I made it or why I thought you would like it. It took me approximately a month to finish. It's name is 'Gorbax Mark-2', a real-life war machine. The power button is on the back. Just start it up and give it a command or something. Have it destroy a city, incinerate someone, I don't know. Just use your imagination. Enjoy, and happy birthday, I guess."

Signed,

1-Up

P.S. Some friendly advice: don't binge-play Robocop: Rogue City for an entire week straight.

Kaoru whistled at the robot Nikki had made. It was impressive but what was she gonna do with it? Then all of a sudden Kanra came out of the house to see what all the ruckus was about.

“Kaoru what’s with the robot? Is it a gift?”

Suddenly an idea of what to do with the machine came to Kaoru’s mind. An insane smile spread across her face as she turned to Kanra. Normally that smile would fill the average person with fear and dread but for Kanra who lived and dealt with Kaoru’s insanity daily, it was just an average sight for her. 

“Hey Kanra wanna help me test this out?” 

- Later -

When Yuriko came home from another long day of work she didn’t expect the ground beneath her feet to shake with the magnitude of a strong earthquake. Steadying herself after a second shake Yuriko was quick to realize the source of the tremors seemed to be coming from behind her home. Running around the house to the back Yuriko stopped in her tracks at the sight. 

In front of her were Kaoru and Kanra however Kaoru was in some sort of mecha with Kanra in front of her positioned in a fighting pose. Yuriko could only dumbfoundedly watch as Kanra rushed in front of the mecha and punched it with enough force to send it and Kaoru a few feet back. It was only when Kaoru caused a crater in the ground did Yuriko’s temper finally exploded. 

“KAORU SHINOZAKI! KANRA AKEMI! YOU TWO ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!”

“It was Kaoru’s idea!”

“Snitch!”

“I DON’T CARE WHO STARTED IT! STOP DESTROYING THE BACKYARD WITH YOUR FOOLISHNESS!”

[shidoukanae]

Okay, another thing I noticed in episode 13...

You know how Ema asks Shoichi for two chili dogs and some coffee...?

Well, where the fuck is her coffee, Shoichi?

I mean, seriously, look:

You just gave her a bag of hot dogs and just...let her go...

She just took the bag and...she doesn’t even have her cup of coffee to go with it...and you just...let her leave without it...

#GiveEmaBesshoHerCoffee2k17

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Hii can u do a imagine abt like the reader and vinnie got into a fight bc of the rumors going around abt vinnie and nai and she saw the paparazzi picture too with nai and vinnie and nai is kinda touchy to vinnie (the reader and vinnie are secretly dating) and the reader hang out with larray and charli and dixie and she keep thinking abt the fight so she kinda had a bad day and when she came home she said this to vinnie “ I know you are mad at me but I had a really bad day so can we pause the fight for 5 minutes I need a hug “ with Vinnie plss thank youuu!

*Picture's not mine*

As long we got each other - Vinnie Hacker

So I changed it up a bit, hope that’s okay with you☺️ Thanks for your request, so sorry for the wait. Enjoy 💜

Warning : a Little bit of angst

Word Count : 1.3k

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‘’ TikTok stars, Vinnie Hacker and Nailea Devora were seen hanging out at Saddle Ranch with other known creators. The pair has been spotted a lot together recently, hanging out and posting videos together. Their fans has been shipping them and –“ you closed the tab, sighing.

You were watching one of Hollywood Fix’s latest video while Vinnie was in the shower. You could feel your blood boil into your veins at the newest gossip. You got tired of hearing all these rumors about your boyfriend. It was your choice to keep your relationship a secret, not wanting people to come after you for dating one of the most hyped TikToker to ever be.

You were quickly making a name for yourself and you preferred laying low with Vinnie, scared of people cancelling you or calling you a clout chaser. He understood and respected your decision, even though the only thing he wanted to do, was show you to the world. Vinnie was madly in love with you, to say the least, showering you with his affection any time of the day. He often stayed at your place, liking the calm and the intimacy the two of you could have, it was far different from the Hype House.

“Earth to (Y/N)” a voice startled you. Looking towards the bathroom, you were met with a dripping Vinnie. He was leaning against the door frame, drying his wet hair with a towel while another one sat tightly against his hips.

“What?” you asked rather harshly, making him put both his hands up in defense

“Whoa there, Tiger. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

“Nothing”

“I know you baby. Something is bothering you, I can tell. Talk to me” he approached you, sitting next to you, on the bed.

“Are you and Nai sleeping together?” you asked looking directly into his eyes

“Wh-what? Of course not, I’m in a relationship with you, I would never do that”

“Well maybe, she should know because she’s all over you.” you responded, sighing loudly.

“She’s just my friend (Y/N), nothing more” he said putting his hand on your right knee, before you got up swatting his gesture away.

“Really? You always go out with her, everyone is talking about you and I’m getting tired of it. You take her out like the both of you are in a relationship” you said getting frustrated

“I don’t take her out, we all go as a group. Plus, if my girlfriend wasn’t so ashamed of me, maybe she’s the one I would take out” he got up, turning his back at you, heading towards his dresser to grab some clothes

“I’m not ashamed of you, don’t change the subject Vinnie. You know why I want to keep our relationship a secret”

“Then stop giving me bullshit about going out with my friends, I asked you a bunch of time to come and you always deny my offer. Going out to lunch as a group doesn’t mean people will think we are together.” He sighs before covering his upper body with a white t-shirt

“You know damn well, girls who hang out with you always get hate, Nai is probably the only exception. You said you respected my decision”

“I do respect your decision, but it doesn’t mean I have the same opinion. I just want to be with you and show you off (Y/N). It’s difficult for me too.” He said turning to face you, his eyes burning into yours

“It’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting the hate” you responded aggravated with the conversation

“You’re not going to get hate (Y/N), and even if you did, who cares? It doesn’t matter as long as we have each other”

“Arghhhh, you don’t get it” your voice getting louder, grabbing your bag turning around marching towards the door

“Where are you going?” he asked you dumfound

“Out, we’re both clearly angry with the situation, and I prefer to leave before one of us says something we would regret.” You said, exiting the room leaving Vinnie speechless and fuming.

You had gone to join your friends, trying to change your mind from the argument you just had with your boyfriend. Hanging out with Larray, Charlie and Dixie for sure helped, but they could see you were not your normally bubbly self.

“You sure everything is good girl?” Larray asked you, looking worried

“Yeah (Y/N) you seem off today” Charlie emphasized while sipping on her iced coffee

“Oh euhm yes, everything is okay. I don’t know I’m just tired I guess” you responded giving your friends a small smile trying to reassure them.

After a day filled with shopping and paparazzi following you around, you decided to head back home, feeling exhausted. You wiggled your keys, unlocking the door, stepping inside, dropping your many bags on the floor before making your way to the living room plugging your cellphone. It had notified you earlier, indicating your phone was out of battery. A few seconds passed, before it rang multiple times, a bunch of text messages and missed calls coming through, most of them being from Vinnie.

“Where are you baby?”

“I’m sorry, can you please call me back”

“(Y/N), I’m starting to get worried now”

“I saw you were out with you friends, I know you’re mad at me baby, I’m sorry, I love you”

You sighed, contemplating whether to call him or not. Before thinking twice, you dialed his number, the phone ringing a couple of times before hearing his deep voice

“(Y/N)?” he said, his voice sounding worried

“I know we’re fighting right now, but I had a really bad day and I need a hug” you said on the verge of tears

“I’ll be right over baby” he responded before hanging up. You went to change into some comfier clothes and washed your face before you heard a knock on the door. You went to open it and the moment you did, two big arms engulfed you in a hug. Your head found its way into his neck, breathing in his scent.

“I needed that” you mumbled, detaching yourself slightly as you looked into his eyes.

“I love you, you know that” he said his eyes burning into your soul making you close the gap between the both of you, going in for another hug.

“I’m sorry about the argument. It was stupid of me to accuse you of being with Nai”

“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you, I shouldn’t have. I don’t want you to worry about other girls, you’re the only one for me” he said kissing the top of your head

“And I respect your decision to keeping our relationship on the low. I’m just so in love with you and I just want to show you to the world, but I know it’s selfish of me to think this way” he sighed pulling your body away from him, only standing a few centimeters from each other. You pecked his lips, before smiling softly at him, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion

“Let’s go get ice cream” you said out of the blue

“What?” he said laughing lightly

“You heard me, let’s go get ice cream, together, as a couple” you took his hand dragging him out of the door

“You sure about that? I don’t want to pressure you” he said stopping you and bringing you closer to him

“Vinnie, I’m willing to go out with you in public, dressed like this and holding your hand and you’re questioning me?” you asked smirking at him “You were right earlier, I’m not afraid as long as we got each other”

That night you and Vinnie went to get ice cream a few fans snapping pictures of the both of you hand in hand smiling at each other, both your names soon trending on the internet.

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Thanks for reading

Hope you like it, let me know what you think

-K

[kookicat]

A Gift of Telling & Trust

Nate's words fade away and for a moment, they're all quiet, absorbing the story. There's a sheen in Sophie's eyes that looks suspiciously like tears, and Parker has curled into Hardison's side, resting her head on his shoulder. He's got one arm around her, thumb rubbing absent circles on her side.

Eliot clears his throat, feeling just a little self conscious, and downs the last of his long neck before he speaks. "Before… Before my Mom died," he starts, voice soft, reflective, because it's been a while since he dug up the memories, and he's not sure how they're going to make him feel. "I was twelve, Erin was ten. Mom had been wanting a puppy for a couple of years, and one of my friend's farm dogs was having a litter." He smiles at the memory and glances up, seeing everyone's eyes on him. He's not sure why, but it feels comfortable, and he feels the smile get a bit bigger. "They were seven weeks old on Christmas eve, all bitty black and white things. Only one girl, and we picked her and snuck her in the house. We'd saved up our allowance to buy food and such. She slept on my bed, and we put a bow on her and took her downstairs at the crack of dawn." He pauses, accepting a fresh bottle from Hardison, giving the label a quick check to make sure the other man isn't slipping him one of his weird brews. He's not sure he'll ever cleanse his senses of the last one- pumpkin spice and mint, for christsakes, but the bottle is one of his favourites and he twists the top off.

"What happened?" Parker asks, because she's an instant gratification sorta girl, but they're all still watching him, waiting for the end of the story.

"Well Mom fell instantly in love," he says, lip quirking into a smile, "Dad took some convincing, threatened to take the belt to me but I'm pretty sure he was smitten too."

The end of the story isn't so happy, and he's not sure he wants to tell it and break the spell. "They were inseparable. Mom named her Dodie."

"101 Dalmatians? I loved that book." Sophie asks, and he glances at her, nodding.

"What happened to her?" Parker leans forward to poke him and he bats her hand away, gently.

Part of him wants to lie and tell them a happy ending, but life doesn't work that way. "She was in the truck with my Mom when a drunk driver ran them off the road. They hit a tree. Both killed instantly," he says, and his voice only cracks a little.

It's a hard memory, but he's mostly made his peace with it. It's nice, too, to be able to remember his family and share that with his new one.

Sophie presses her hand against his arm. "I'm sorry, Eliot. I had no idea."

He covers her hand with his own, for a beat. "It's okay. Thank you."

Another memory sneaks in, one he'd all but forgotten about and he laughs, earning startled looks from the others that only make him laugh harder. It takes him a second to get control and he's pretty sure they think it's the start of a hysterical breakdown.

"I'm fine," he says, and waves his hand. "Just remembered something. My fourteenth birthday, Dad decided I was finally old enough to learn how to use the grill. Bought a big rack of ribs. Damn dog stole them from the counter. We spent half an hour chasing her around the yard but every time we got close, she'd manage to escape. I'd never seen my Dad so mad." He laughs again, then takes a swig of his beer, content to settle back into silence and just enjoy the memory.

They spend an agreeable hour, just trading bullshit stories about past jobs before they decide to call it a night.

He wakes up the next morning, more hungover than he'd ever admit, to find a black and white puppy staring at him from the other side of his bed. "What the hell?" he says and blinks, rubbing his eyes, convinced he's seeing things until a wet nose unerringly finds this side of his neck. He rolls out of bed, scooping the puppy up and heading to his living room, trying to ignore the soft brown eyes staring at him.

Just as he suspected, Parker is sleeping on his couch. The bigger surprise is that Hardison is curled up in the recliner in the corner, one arm draped over his face to block out the mid morning light. He's pretty sure it was Hardison's idea to break out the tequila. He's also pretty sure that they killed the bottle between them.

"Parker," Eliot says, trying to sound serious. It's a lot harder to do with a puppy trying to lick his face. "Parker!"

She jerks awake, and he blinks, feeling a little bad about that. "What?" she mutters, shoving her hair out of her face and stretching like a cat, all liquid grace.

"What's this?" Eliot asks, with what he feels is commendable patience, especially considering the marching band that's doing laps of his brain.

"That's a puppy," Parker says, like he's being slow.

"Yes, I know that," Eliot says through his teeth. "Why was she in my bed?" The puppy lays her head on his chest and sighs and he knows that if this gets out, he's going to have to blow up an orphanage or something to maintain his reputation.

"Because she wouldn't stay on the couch," Parker says and throws a cushion at Hardison.

The hacker jerks awake, flailing and the puppy barks. "I don't think she liked that," Hardison mutters.

"Why do I have a puppy?" Eliot asks, absently stroking the dog's head, surprised by how soft and fine her fur is. It's like silk against his skin and it feels nice. He's always liked dogs, but with the life he's lived, he's never had the chance to own one.

"Because they were going to kill her at the pound because no one had adopted her!" Parker says, just as Hardison blurts "Parker made me do it!"

Eliot rubs his face with his free hand. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to know the full story. He's also pretty sure he can't keep the puppy, no matter how darn cute she is. "Please tell me you didn't steal the puppy," he mutters and turns towards the kitchen, needing coffee and food.

He sets the puppy down, watching her as she sniffs her way around his kitchen, clearly looking for something. "You hungry, pup?" he says, and opens the fridge, pulling out a bit of roast chicken and almost losing his fingers to sharp puppy teeth. "Guess that's a yes."

He takes out the rest of the chicken, chopping it into smaller chunks before dumping it into a dish- though not one of his good ones, thank you very much-- and putting it on the floor with a bowl of water.

"We're sorry," Parker says, leaning on the door frame. "A puppy is a huge commitment and we should have checked first."

Eliot pulls the eggs from the fridge. "Have you been talking to Sophie?" he asks and sets a frying pan on to heat.

"Yes." Parker stoops, picking the puppy up and stroking her. "She did say a dog would be good for you."

Hardison joins Parker, reaching over to fuss the puppy. "I found a rescue that'll take her and make sure she gets a good home. We can drop her off later today."

The thought of handing the puppy over to someone else sends an unexpected pang through him. "You checked them properly?" Eliot asks, adding pre chopped peppers to the eggs.

"Have you met me?" Hardison says, voice full of only mostly faked offence. "Excuse you. Of course I checked them properly."

"Make some damn coffee," Eliot grouses at the other man. He's pretty sure they all know the damn puppy isn't going to any rescue. He has to admit, some nights it would be nice to come home to some non judgemental company.

"She's so cute," Parker says, sneaking a look at Eliot under her lashes. "Maybe I'll keep her."

Parker is proficient at many things, including keeping Parker alive but he's seen what she does to house plants and the thought of her being responsible for a living creature sends a stab of alarm through Eliot. Hardison is sharing the same thought, if the look in his face is any indication.

"Fine," Eliot snaps and portions the eggs with more force than strictly necessary. "She can stay here!"

He knows he's been caught neatly in a trap when Parker turns to Hardison, grinning. "Told you," she says and ducks when Eliot throws a dish towel at her head.

[lois-carroline]

A/N: This is also requested in Wattpad 🥰🥰.

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World's Best Hacker

"Quick, quick, we should not let them hack into our system!" My so-called boss shouted. "Oh, shut up!" I shouted back.

I tapped the keys on the computer. Hello, I am the 'world's best hacker', that's what they are all saying and I am working for the government.

"Quick MC!" He shouted again. I stopped tapping on the keys. "What are you doing?! Do something, they can't hack our systems!" He shouted nervously as I crossed my arms against my chest.

"I can't concentrate on my work if you are shouting like this," I said. System alert the computer started to say with danger sound and countdown.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. Make it fast, there are only 42 seconds," he pleaded. I turned to the computer and tapped on the keys again and worked on it.

I finally defended the hack.  My So-called boss sighed "you scared me," he said. I rolled my eyes "My work time over, I am leaving," I said as I took a look at my watch only to see 5:32 p.m.

What you saw now is not real me. I went to my apartment only to change my clothes. I wore simple shorts with a white shirt tucked inside the shorts.

I went to an Ice cream shop carelessly playing on the road. I opened the door only to hear a chime on top of the door.

I made my way to the Ice cream, I searched for my favorite Icecream. I saw only one in that flavor, I smiled at the Icecream as I took that.

"Can you give that to me?" I heard a voice. I turned to look at the person, he had brown hair, a white shirt, and jean. I frowned "No," I said.

"You can get another," he said. "No, It is mine," I said as I pulled the Icecream close to me.

He looked at me weirdly. Anyways, I don't care. I went past him and paid the bill. 

So, hello. I am MC, this is real me. A simple and Careless girl? I walked on the road as I licked my Icecream.

I looked at the sky. The sun is gonna hide and the moon is gonna shine.  I smiled and walked again.

Someone pulled me by my arm, I gripped the Ice Cream, since it is important.

I was pinned to a wall. before I could shout, a strong smell hit my nose. Everything went black.

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I opened my eyes to see myself on a sofa. I sat on the sofa. Where is this place? I looked around only to see more computers and hacking stuff.

A man with a hoodie shirt entered, he had jet black messy hair with blue eyes. Suddenly I remembered something, "Hey! Where is my Ice Cream?!" I shouted at him.

"If you want to kidnap me, why don't you do after I finished my Ice Cream?!" I shouted continuously. "What the-" he muttered.

"Do you know how much I like Ice Cream? How can you-" he cut off me by pressing his hand on my mouth.

"Oh my god, can you please close your mouth?" He asked. I tried to talk, but only muffled sound came.

I licked his palm, he took his hand back suddenly. "Eew," he said as he wiped his palm on his pant. I giggled at his reaction.

"Who are you?" I asked him. "Shouldn't that be your first question?" He questioned. I rolled my eyes "Don't answer a question with another question," I said.

"I am a Hacker," he said. "Oh, what a coincidence, me too Mr. Kidnapper," I said as I held out my hand.

He starred at me like I am not talking with him. I sighed and took my hand back.

"Alright, tell me why you kidnapped me," I said. "I want your help," he replied.

"What? Mr. Kidnapper want my help?" I asked dramatically. "Stop calling me like that," he said annoyed.

"What made you think that I will obey you?" I asked. He sighed "look, it is important. I want your help to hack into this system," he said seriously.

"Which system?" I questioned. "We are going to hack the highly protected system," he said. "But why did you chose me to help you?" I questioned him again.

"Because.....," He trailed. "Hmm?" I waited for an answer. "Because you defended my attack one hour ago, this evening," he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"So you are the one who tried to hack into our system?" I asked with a Chuckle. "Alright, why do you need my help, Mr. Kidnapper?" I asked.

"Look, They are doing the wrong thing," he started to explain why he wants to hack into their system.

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He explained everything and showed me some proof that they are doing the wrong business. He is really saying the truth.

So, I decided to help him. And this project will take nearly five to six days since it takes time to hack and download their data.

"So, will you help me?" He asked me. "What will I get if I helped you?" I asked as I crossed my arms against my chest. "What do you want?" He asked back.

"Icecream," I said casually. He frowned "Ice cream?" He repeated. "Yes, I am gonna stay here with you until we finish our work right?"I asked. He nodded.

"So, per hour an Ice cream. We can count the hours, when we finish our work let's check the time and calculate the hours I stayed with you," I said.

He starred at me without saying anything. "Deal?" I questioned as I held my hand out. He thought for some seconds "Alright, deal," he said as he shook my hand with his.

I looked at my wristwatch "now the time is 7:00 p.m," I said. "Alright let's start our work," he said as he gave me a chair to sit.

I sat on the chair, he sat beside me on another chair. We started to work on the project.

It's been 5 mins, I took a glance at Mr. Kidnapper who is beside me working seriously.

I looked at his side face, he had a perfect Jawline. I slowly moved my eyes to his blue eyes which were now looking straight at me!

Crap. "What are you looking at?" He questioned. "N-nothing," I shuttered as I turned back to my computer.

I felt his eyes burning on me, I gulped. My phone started to ring, I took that as I am about to attend Mr. Kidnapper snatched my phone from my hand.

"Hey!" I said. He switched off my mobile, "what are you doing, Mr. Kidnapper?" I asked. "They will easily track your phone," he replied.

I didn't speak anything since it is true. Aish. I sighed. We continued our work.

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We cracked the first wall. It is 11 at night, I am so sleepy. If it went like this, I am sure I will get panda eyes the next day.

"I am sleepy," I said with my sleepy voice. "Oh, alright. Go and sleep on the sofa, let's continue tomorrow," he said as he pointed to the sofa.

I stood and went to the sofa with my half eyes open. I plopped on the sofa and drifted to sleep.

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I sat on the sofa and rubbed my Sleepy eyes with the back of my hand. After I awake fully, I stood and stretched.

I then looked at the person who is on the chair. I went near Mr. Kidnapper who kept his arms on the table near the computer as fell asleep on his arms.

I took a good look at his face, he had perfect-sized eyelashes. His pink-colored lips. I smiled "Have a good sleep, Mr. Hacker," I said as I stroke his hair which is on his eyes.

I sat near him as I started to work.

After an hour he woke up and was startled to see me. I smiled "Good morning, Mr. Hacker," I said. "When did I change from Mr. Kidnapper to Mr. Hacker?" He asked with his morning voice.

I chuckled. He stood and went somewhere and came back after 5 mins with coffee in his hands. "Here," he said as he passed me one.

I sniffed it, "ha~ it smells so good," I said. He smiled.

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It's been 3 days, I went to my house yesterday to take some of my clothes and inform my so-called boss that I am out of the city.

Now I and Mr. Hacker sitting simply since the data download process is taking more time.

"Hey Mr. Hacker, it is boring," I whined. He looked at me "what should I do?" He asked me.

I sat on the chair briskly now, "Tell me something about you," I asked. "No," he said whilst looking at the computer.

"Tch...," I said.

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It is now the 6th day. We hacked into their highly protected system and collecting the data's. I asked more about Mr. Hacker in these days, but he didn't tell me. I don't even know his name.

The screen shows 95%, we started counting "96.....97....98....99...100!!" We shouted as he lifted me by my waist and spun me.

"We made it," we said in unison as we looked into each other's eyes. Then he realised that he is carrying me. He slowly lifted me down.

He cleared his throat "Thanks for your help," he said. "Alright, so when you gonna buy me Ice Cream?" I reminded him.

"Let's calculate," I said as I looked at my watch. "Our deal started at 7 p.m and It is the 6th day I am staying here and the time now is 5:21, so...5+24+24+24+24+24+17 equal to.....142!!" I shouted happily.

"Are you gonna eat this much Ice Cream now?" He asked me as he turned to his computer. "That's why I planned to stay with you, hereafter. So that you can buy me whenever I want. So, can I stay with you?" I asked with a grin.

I know he is smiling now even I can't see his face. "Is that a yes?" I asked. He remained silent "I will take that as a yes," I said.

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A/N: Hope you liked it :)

Guys support me if you like this. Just comment and like that's enough :)

[afictionalwhore]

Extra Spicy Curry

Vanderwood x MC/Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1 k

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent Vanderwood smutty mess. I have been simping for this man since 2016. Please, just give him a route already. In the meanwhile, enjoy some smut of our favorite secret agent daddy. 🥵

Disclaimer: I haven't played Another Story yet.

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In a miraculous change of events, Seven decided it would be safest for the girl to leave Rika’s apartment and stay with him while he worked on catching the hacker targeting the RFA. Vanderwood would be the last to admit that he was glad she came to stay with them. In the beginning, he was vehemently against the idea, fearing Seven had personal feelings for the girl. It was as if God and every other celestial being was making a joke of his life as Vanderwood was the one who ended up developing feelings for the girl. 

It started simply at first. She helped him keep the place clean and did the cooking. Lord knew Vanderwood needed the help. How Seven managed to dirty the place up so badly was beyond him. Her help freed up Vanderwood's time to babysit Seven, or attempt to get work for the agency done while Seven was distracted by the RFA. Personal feelings in his line of work was extremely dangerous. All his time with the agency, Vanderwood had been careful not to get involved with anyone. Vanderwood had enough self control to crush his feelings, hide them. Or he thought he did. 

The way she moved made him realize that she was fully aware of his feelings, and was teasing him, testing him. He felt his heart speed up whenever she bent over to pick up after the messy hacker, giving him a perfect view of that round ass. She would often bring him coffee, leaning over him, to make sure her chest pressed flush against his back, wearing the thinnest shirts so he could feel her perky nipples. Sometimes as she cooked, she would dance, swaying her hips right in his line of vision. 

She couldn’t deny her growing feelings for the secretive man. As soon as she met him, she was entranced by the cold agent. She had spent the same amount of time fantasizing about tangling her hands in those long, brown locks, pulling on them as he touched her in all the right places. She could feel the heat rising in her as she imagined his scarred and muscular body holding her flush against him. She made sure to carefully calculate her movements, knowing exactly what would give Vanderwood the most tempting view of her. It seemed like her hard work had paid off as rough leather gloves grabbed her waist as she danced in the kitchen while cooking dinner. Tonight was curry, extra spicy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vanderwood’s low voice growled in her ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she gasped, her smirk and blush hidden from Vanderwood.

He leaned in to whisper to her. 

“I know what you’re up to. You think I don’t notice the way you move? The way you bend over, giving me the sweetest view of your ass? The way you press yourself against my back when handing me my coffee, instead you lean over me from behind to set on the desk instead of just handing it to me in front of me like a normal person? Or how about the way you dance, the way you dip and bend and sway? You drive me crazy.” He punctuated the last statement with a rock of his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her, before turning her around to face him.

A blush colored her cheeks. She was too flustered with their closeness to speak, his deep brown eyes seemed to pierce right to her soul. But Vanderwood didn’t give her the time to speak before he was kissing her greedily.

This is wrong, Vanderwood thought as he crashed his lips down on hers. I can’t have these feelings.

Despite whatever the highly-trained logical side of him said, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamt about this moment. He spent countless nights laying awake fantasizing about her. He dreamt of what her soft skin under his rough, calloused hands would feel like. He could have creamed himself imagining the pretty noises that would leave her pretty lips. Those lips he’d spent long nights dreaming about, thinking about those soft lips wrapped around his thick cock. He even dreamt of holding her in his strong arms after. 

He drank up her wet kisses as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. He reached around to grab her ass, kneading the soft skin over her jeans. He pulled her in closer to him, and she moaned the feeling of his hardness against her.

A burning in her lungs caused her to pull away, gasping for air. For a few seconds, the world seemed to stand still as they gazed into each other's eyes, both pairs glassy with need. She nodded, and it didn’t take long for Vanderwood to lift her up into his strong arms, shrugging off his jacket before he carried her off to the spare room that unofficially became his own with how often he stayed to supervise Seven. They kissed along the way, hurriedly, sloppily, needily, bumping into walls. 

Finally, they made it to Vanderwood’s room. It was exactly as she would have expected: flawless, not a crumb or stray paper on his floor and not a wrinkle in the sheets of his perfectly made bed. He used her weight to close the door and slam her into it, lips never parting. As he held her against the door, he bucked his hips into her.

“Vandy!” she whined, breaking the kiss to tug at the hem of his deep purple v-neck, signaling for him to take it off.

He couldn’t stop the chuckle and smirk as he broke away to quickly remove the offending garment, tossing it to the side.

"These too," she pulled at his pants.

"Someone's needy," Vanderwood commented, his voice and eyes darkening in a way that made her pussy flutter and thighs squeeze together.

He complied, pulling off the leather. Once he was down to his black briefs, he faced her, stripping her bare with his eyes before laying a hand on her clothes.

"Strip," no hesitance in his low voice as Vanderwood commanded.

Her hands immediately pulled the hem of her own shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side to meet his own discarded clothes. She tugged her jeans down and stepped out of them, effectively bare save for the purple lace bra and matching panties.

“What a naughty girl,” Vanderwood comments, his voice heavy with lust as he drank in the sight of her. “Did you plan this?”

“Yea? So what if I did,” she smirked and gazed at him through her lashes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Vanderwood couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he approached her. Once again, he lifted her up in his strong arms, only taking a few steps before tossing her onto his bed, crinkling the perfect sheets.

His lips attacked her neck, small sounds of pleasure hummed in her throat. He moved down, leaving purple marks in his wake. When he reached her chest, she lifted herself up to unhook her bra, throwing it out of their way. Her tits bounced with their release from their lacy prison.

He was mesmerized by her perfect breasts. Soaking the sight of them into his memory before diving down to greedily suck on one of her nipples. His hand reached up to pinch and flicker the other. The actions pulling soft sighs from her. 

Once he was satisfied, Vanderwood moved down to trail kissing along her stomach. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down, meeting slight resistance as they stuck to her already soaked core.

“You’re so cute, getting this wet already,” Vanderwood teased. He chuckled at the flush of her cheeks at his praise. “Baby, we just got started.”

With that, Vanderwood lifted himself off the bed and pulled her so her legs dangled off the edge. He hiked her legs on her shoulder as he crouched down to face her hot core.

“What a pretty pussy,” he cooed as he spread her folds apart. “Mind if I have a taste?”

She hummed her approval, and Vanderwood wasted no time. His long tongue flicked at her clit. He lapped at her soaked entrance, dipping his tongue in every so often, before moving back up to suckle at her clit. He slipped a long finger in her, causing her hands to dart into his hair. After a few pumps, he added another finger, curling the two against her gummy walls before dragging them out. The motion caused her to tug at his long locks, the roughness causing him to moan against her sensitive bud.

"God. You have such a pretty pussy," he moaned into her, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Fucking delicious."

"Please," she begged, her orgasm creeping up on her. She was so close, just a few more thrusts of his fingers against her, a few more flicks of his tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head.

At this, Vanderwood pushed her legs back open and pulled away, effectively ruining her orgasm. 

"Please, what?" Vanderwood teased. His lips tugged into a smirk while her slick gleamed on his mouth and chin."You have to tell me what you want, babydoll."

"Oh just fuck me," the irration of her lost orgasm evident in her voice.

"Gladly." Vanderwood stood and backed away just enough to give him the room to remove his briefs.

With nothing separating them, Vanderwood lifted her legs up so her ankles rested on his shoulders. He rocked himself up against her pussy, dripping with her own arousal and his spit, his head grazing her clit, pulling another sweet moan from her lips. Her walls clenched around nothing as the heat radiating out of her core invited him in. She felt his tip at her entrance, the head of cock large enough to split her in two, and bucked her hips to pull him in. 

Vanderwood never thought she looked more beautiful as he pushed his thick cock into her hot cunny. She rolled her head back against mattress. She felt as though she were going to be split in half in the most delightful way. This was exponentially better than what either of them could have dreamed on those long nights alone fantasizing about each other. Vanderwood would take her warm, dripping pussy over his rough hand any day. Her fingers would never be able to replicate the feeling of Vanderwood's large tongue,  long fingers, and hot, thick cock.

Despite the romantic feelings that had developed between the two, there was nothing about this that could be called lovemaking. Everything about them screamed desperation. Her cries as he merciless pounded her, every grunt falling out of his mouth causing her to clench around him.

As if driven by instinct, Vanderwood lowered her legs in favor of folding them against her chest. The new position allowing him to reach even deeper within her. With every thrust, he reached her cervix. His eyes met hers as he looked down at her through his bangs that had fallen in his face.

"Oh god," she cried, as his cock dragged in and out of her tightness, hitting her sweet spot with each push and pull of his hips. "Oh Vandy, I'm so close." 

"Francis," he panted, sweat sticking his tousled hair to his pale skin. "Call me Francis."

"Francis?" she tested the name. It felt natural, right. "Francis!" 

Hearing her use his real name, the name he chose for himself, pushed him closer to falling off the edge into what he believed would be the blissful, intoxicating orgasm of his life.

"Fuck. Fuck," his thrusts grew more frantic, losing his rhythm as he pounded into her soft cervix. With a final, whispered "fuck", Vanderwood found himself coming undone. His grip on her legs would surely leave bruises in the morning as he snapped his hips against hers, his warm seed filled her to the brim.

Watching his face contort with absolute bliss and the feeling of his warm seed in her most intimate parts was all she needed to reach her own peak. With a cry of his name, her back arched deliciously off his bed as she gripped his sheets hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. 

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing at each other while climbing down from their highs and trying to catch their breaths. A small whine escaped her as Vanderwood finally pulled out his softened cock, white dripping out of her spent hole.

”Let me get you something to clean up," Vanderwood turned, but she had reached out to grab his wrist. 

"Stay," She whispered.

How could he deny her? It was as if God and every other celestial being had answered his unvoiced prayers. The mattress caved under Vanderwood's weight as he gently laid himself besider her, pulling her into him for her to nestle against his chest. She could have fallen asleep there, warm and safe in his arms. He could have just as easily fallen asleep holding her if it were for her harsh, sudden cry.

“Fuck!” she bolted up.

“Oh. Again?” Vanderwood joked, before noticing the look of fear in her face. “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you...” he was worried she regretted letting him finish inside, both of them fully aware of the consequences. 

“I forgot about dinner!” she jumped out his bed and ran out his door. “Shit shit shit!”

As she rounded the hallway corner, the sight in the kitchen caused her to come to a grinding halt. Vanderwood, who had been following closely behind, crashed into her. 

There stood Seven, with an apron tied around his waist, at the stove stirring the curry and dancing, humming along with the music she had left playing when Vanderwood whisked her away. Without turning to face them, Seven chuckled. 

“Next time you two decide to get your freak on, please turn off the stove. I don’t want my house burned down because you couldn’t keep in your pants like a couple of hormonal teenagers

“Now go get dressed; dinner’s done.”

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello :3 I would like to request HC for a Czech MC, I love your HC and I saw that wanted more ideas/requests for foreign MCs! But I also just wanzed to drop by and wish you a great day <3

RFA with a Czech MC 

Hey! I hope you like it! If something isn’t right please tell me ❤️ I will write the RFA so if you want also the Minor Trio, be free to request again! And thank you 🙏🏻 hope you have a good day too! Now - read and enjoy and please give me your feedback! Love you ~

Jumin

You held your husband’s hand as you walked through your hometown.

After your honeymoon, Jumin promised to visit your birthplace and there you guys were, in

Prague's Old Town Square.

,,This was the city's first market,’’ you told him as he looked around.

The Town Square was filled with different lights and decorations.

It was cold since it was Christmas time, but the beautiful atmosphere made his heart grow warmer.

,,Dobrý den,’’ he suddenly heard your voice while you talked to someone.

,,Dobře, děkuji,’’ you then said again, taking two hot cups and handling Jumin one.

,,What is that?’’ he asked you and tried to smell what he was about to drink.

,,Prague always ranks 5th in the most beautiful christmas markets,’’ you said with shining eyes ,,By the way, you’re drinking mullet wine. I love it and you will too!’’ you laughed and waited for his face to change as soon as he tasted the sweet winter wine.

Indeed he liked it a lot and so both of you kept walking through the streets, observing the wonderful buildings that stood there since the 10th century.

,,That’s St. Nicolas,’’ you whispered when Jumin observed an older man who was talking with children with some angels and devil behind him.

,,It’s our Christmas tradition that he comes on the evening of the fifth of December,’’

At the end of the evening, you both went back to your parents house and Jumin just couldn’t stop himself from buying all kinds of self made soaps and Czech jewelry...

Zen

Your soon to be husband rubbed his hands together as he waited for you, his bride, to walk into the beautiful cathedral of your home country.

Hyun always wanted to marry you, however, he wanted to wait until his parents would talk to him.

Nonetheless, even after trying for three years, nothing came and Zen began to notice that you were getting nervous.

,,I don’t want to lose you just because my family can’t forgive me and acknowledge me,’’ he told you back then, stroking your cheek.

,,Let’s get married,’’ he whispered.

Ever since then, you planned your wedding and since you always wanted to get married in the same church your mother married in, there was no question where the both of you would go.

The beautiful St. Vitus Cathedral, the church in the Czech Republic.

At first, Zen was a bit unsure because of the differences between Korea and Czech, but you soon made him feel sure about that decision. All he wanted was to make you happy.

Here he was now with the RFA, his only guests besides his Director, on his side of the guests while your side was filled with your family.

Your mother sat in the first row. She was already crying and blowing kisses to him.

He never experienced so much love from a mother and he was more than happy to have found you…

You walked in: your blonde long hair was filled with flowers and glitter as your father walked you to him….

Yoosung

,,Ahoj,’’ he said to you as he watched you making breakfast.

,,Dobré ráno,’’ you corrected him, meaning good morning.

,,Ahhh, wrong again,’’ he whined and observed you making kolache.

It was a baked pastry and he knew that it was made only on special occasions.

The reason was that today was his birthday and since he loved kolache the most. You even prepared it for breakfast.

,,Do you want coffee?’’ you asked him.

Yoosung wanted to learn your language and that’s why the two of you agreed that Yoosung would respond in your language so that he could learn it quicker.

And you were proud. He was really good at it. ,,Ano,’’ he answered, nodding at your question.

He was honestly lucky.

If he met you just a few years later, you probably would have gone back to your hometown, but no. You felt in love with him and really managed to stay there with him in Korea, even though it was so different from your home.

,,Nemůžu bez tebe žít,’’ you teased him, making him whiny.

,,You know that I can’t understand if you speak so quickly!’’ he whined, but you would never tell him that you just told him that you couldn’t live without him...

Jaehee

,,Čau!’’ you greeted a customer. Everyone just loved you and the way you greeted them.

Three times a year, you both made a Czech week in your coffee shop, making the decorations just like your hometown coffee shops.

You also always served kolache, buchty, bublanina, and babovka.

It was the best in the world. Jaehee just loved these three weeks in the year when you would bake these tasty things because they were actually very special.

,, Rádo se stalo!’’ you laughed and watched as the two girls sat on a free table.

Even the music in the background was Czech.

,,You know,’’ you said to Jaehee when everyone was busy enjoying their order.

,,Back when I was in Czech, I often went to the Lucerna Music Bar,’’ you told her.

Jaehee tilted her head with a questionable facial expression.

,,It’s a concert club,’’ you laughed.

You explained how wonderful it looked.

Jaehee smiled at you and asked you if one day both of you could go there to enjoy the time there and you, without even waiting, agreed and took her hand.

,,I would be more than happy to show you everything,’’ you smiled and got ready to serve the next person.

Saeyoung

The red haired hacker was very amazed when back then he couldn’t find out a lot about you. Today however, he came to find out that Czech’s possess a high degree of individualism and adaptability.

,,My wifey likes her privacy.’’ He liked when he once again tried to check something he actually wasn’t allowed to.

Another trait of yours was that you despised any authoritarian rule.

He really loved that about you.

No one dared to tell you anything. You were strong and independent.

,,I honestly didn’t know that hrachovka could taste so good,’’ he laughed and began to eat the soup while Saran observed the food you prepared.

Even though Saeyoung would eat everything, your brother-in-law liked normal korean food more.

You weren’t sad or mad about it. It was okay because Saeyoung would also eat his portion.

,,Bean and lentil soups are commonly cooked at home,’’ you explained and began to tell him how your grandmother taught you how to prepare this dish.

,,I like Gulášovka and dršťková more tho…’’ he mumbled and licked his lips when he saw that soup wasn’t the only dish he would eat today.

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14.04.2021// 21: 45 MEST

[reality-exodus]

Episode 7 1/2 pt.2

"For Duskwood?" The driver asked through the speakers and I shot up looking around "Yes... wait a moment please." I spoke up as the loud sound of the speaker woke me up from the abstracted oblivion I had sank into during the route of the bus. The bus stopped, it didn't go to Duskwood it left me in the outskirts. I took a deep breath and disembarked the vehicle. It was high time I met my, for so long, pen friends. It had been a week since Richy's early passing, I haven't been able to talk to anyone but Jake, who was filling in the group for my progress via Lilly. I didn't talk again about this subject to anyone.

I got out of the bus and my gaze fell on the magnificent forest of Duskwood. It indeed looked scary... and dark. I hadn't realized that I was staring at it insistingly until I heard a horn and shot my head to that direction to notice two familiar faces with beard. I smiled at the vision of them expecting me on the road and started walking towards where the car was. Dan got out of the car and he raised his arms up as I was approaching with my suitcase.

"M/C" He sighed and pulled me in a hug, I let out a soft chuckle and hugged him back rubbing his back. He was taller than me, nothing compared to how he was as when we first talked to each other.

"Hello Dan" I let out a sigh of relief as we both tightened the hug for some moments. "How are you?" I asked him as we broke the hug and looked at each other. Things were sort of awkward, it was normal and it didn't bother me.

"We are doing the best we can... Hopefully you will upbeat Jessy a bit. But we will have time for that" Dan sighed and picked up my suitcase and I got in the backseat.

"Hello" I greeted Thomas as he turned and looked at me from the rearview mirror.

"Hey there..." I sighed and smiled awkwardly as Dan shut the door of the car, getting in.

"So how was your trip?" Dan asked me as I put on the utility belt. You never know what happens.

"Tiring... dull." I exhaled once again taking out my phone as I felt it vibrate and blushed a bit as I saw Jake's contact popping up on my screen. "It's Jake ..." I sighed and looked at them.

The boys looked at each other and sighed. "I really do want to talk to him..." Dan huffed looking at me with the corner of his eye. In the past he told me times galore to not trust the hacker... But well who knew I fell in love with him.

I took a deep breath and slid my finger upon the screen. "Hey..." I smiled blushed looking at the camera. "Hello M/C. Are you alright?" Jake was heard, he still had the voice altering application.

"Yeah... I am with Dan and Thomas actually. They just picked me up from the bus... They are here actually." I spoke to him and there was some silence.

"Hey Hacker!" Dan exclaimed loudly to be heard.

"Daniel, Thomas" Jake was heard.

"How are you doin?" Dan asked at the same tone.

"I am good. Still working on Hannah with M/C..." Jake spoke up.

"Good... Now if you'll excuse us we are busy." Dan said rudely.

"Dan!" I exclaimed annoyed frowning at him.

"Do not worry M/C. Text me when you are available..." Jake said and finished the call before I could even say goodbye.

"Good one Dan" Thomas huffed as his expressionless face was fixed on the road.

"Yea Dan, way to go" I deadpanned as I took out my headphones in order to listen to some music.

"Don't let his ass drag you down. Here connect your phone to the car." Thomas offered trying to repair the atmosphere Dan ruined.

"Oh Thanks... I appreciate" I smiled a bit to Thomas' intention and connected my phone to his car radio and put on my music. "You are probably the rap sort of guys or Metal or Rock. Billie Eillish and Bishop Briggs won't be your type of music..." I commented.

"Well You are not worse than Jessy... she listens to Justin Bieber." Dan laughed as 'Good girls go to hell' started being heard.

The way was long and Thomas said we were going on Phil's place where both me and Jessy would stay. I had fallen asleep on the backseat. I was extremely tired from my trip and the boys closed the music to keep me sleeping as Dan said I was even snoring.

"M/C" Thomas extended his hand and shook me as I ended up laying across the seat. "Wake up, we are here." He said smoothly and I blinked my eyes open sitting up. I fixed my dress and got out of the car as we moved in the block of flats with Thomas who was helping me with my bags. Dan did not do well with Phil so Thomas would show and help me upstairs.

I knocked the door as Thomas was leaving, he waved at me as Jessy opened the door. I took a deep breath at the footsteps I heard and the door opened soon and I faced a redhead girl, she was pale, and her hazel eyes were red and swollen from the grieve and the tears. I knew it was Jessy, I could recognize her despite the blues that worn upon her petite figure. She was shorter than me but with elegant curves. She was more beautiful in real.

"Excuse you my brother is not here." Jessy spoke with a huff, her shaking voice sounded angry.

"Thank god then..."I replied "I wouldn't be that fond of his arrogance right now." I added with a sigh.

"Oh my gosh M/C" she exclaimed and hugged and I responded rubbing her back. I expected the hug and I really liked it too."Its so good to finally meet you Jess" I sighed as I placed my chin on her shoulder as she is shorter than me.

"Me too." She sniffed. "You must be tired come on in" Jessy dragged in my suitcase and closed the door behind us.

"Indeed I am, I even fell asleep at the car on our way here..." I sighed. "I am going to make something for you to eat, you change and pick a movie and I'll get the pizza, no mushrooms extra tomato sauce." Jessy said and I smiled brightly at her as I moved to the bathroom and put on my pajamas and crushed back at the couch we were sitting before. "I am ready with a film." I spoke as I set up the TV with my laptop. "What movie?" Jess was heard. "V for Vendetta" I said with a smile as I texted good night to Jake. "You can't be serious?" Jessy let out a small laugh as she poked her head to look at me. "No really that's the movie we are watching." I nodded gazing at her innocently. "Is this some sort of type you have?" she asked as she sat next to me placing the pizza and the wine on the coffee table and covered both of us with the blanket. "Is this a Jake reference?" I asked and blushed as I took the glass of red wine. "You are really smart aren't you?" she giggled and I sighed in relief as she seemed to be forgetting reality, with Richy.

I've been thinking about all day long. What he said, he heard a scream calling his name specifically, and then he recognized Hannah's voice. And then the his wide eyes staring right at me as his last breath was abandoning him. I haven't told anyone, not even Jake. The only thing I want is to find Hannah in one piece. I don't have anyone to worry or miss me... Atleast not someone who knows me. And things with Jake are really blurry but he simply denies to say anything or give me a hope...

I fell asleep on Jessy's lap during the film and I felt her stroking my hair, cover me better with the blanket and then leaving. I didn't pay much attention I was too tired for it so I let sleep take the best of me.

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I shot my eyes open at the sound of cricking that came from the main entrance. I didn't move an inch from my position in fear... The man without a face? The governmental pursuers of Jake? I sincerely do not know which is worse. I surveyed the dark living room at Phil's place, seeking for something, an object, that I could defend myself with. I caught a glimpse of the wine bottle me and Jessy drank earlier. I extended my hand and grasped it as I fell off the couch and crawled to the hall standing by as a figure with a long coat stepped in and looked around.

I lost no time and brought with force the bottle to his head as he let out a gasp and turned around. It was too dark for me to see any features upon his face I made a move to punch him in my effort to prevent him from doing what ever he was to do to me and Jess. He grabbed my wrist and turn me around stretching my hand to my back and pinning me to the wall as he leaned his face to my face and

"My sister usually has less violent friends M/C" I heard him whisper as he breathed down my neck and stroked my waist.

"Phil Hawkins" I breath out in relief and let loose.

"In flesh" He chuckled and let go of me still holding my hand. "And you are M/C..." He spoke in realization and switched the light on and looked at me.

"Are you alright?" I asked feeling embarrassed as I was trying to calm down.

"I am but you will have to pay me back for the hospitality and my destroyed hair." Phil had a smirk upon his lips as his eyes were upon me.

"Oh of course" I nodded recovering from the embarrassment from before. "What can I do for you?" I asked politely.

"Oh many things. But how about I take you out for a drink. You can see me on duty too." Phil smiled softly.

"Sure I could ask the rest to come too." I smiled politely making an effort to avoid him.

"I was hoping for something more private but whatever makes you feel better." Phil spoke and stroked my waist discreetly and I pulled myself to drink some water.

"Um I should go and sleep, Jessy will wake me up in a few hours for... for the funeral." I stuttered and sat down "Good night Phil." I spoke and covered myself with Jessy's pink blanket.

"I would be better with you cutie but Good night" Phil waved and winked at me vanishing in the corridor.

I laid back down and closing my eyes praying that sleep will come after this scare. But it didn't so I reach for my phone

'Jake? Are you awake?'

'M/C everything alright?'

'Yes, I mean, I was sleeping Phil walked in his house and I got scared and attacked him... I am still edgy'

'I assure you are safe. Are you alright now?'

'Yea I shooed Phil to sleep and laid back down. Can you imagine I slipped away only with a cocktail date at aurora's with everyone 😊'

'Well I knew you were smart. Did he tried anything cute?'

I choked on my water as I saw the screen, I liked that he didn't bother being elegant and discreet with the question 'No I put him back in his place.' I said as the smile wouldn't leave my lips any time soon.

'You should sleep, the funeral is in three hours' He texted

'You are right, Sweet dreams Jake' I texted and placed my phone to the coffee table and heard it buzz with his reply, I didn't see it now. I wanted to see it in the morning.

[spidersfanfics]

Maid of Time

Mallek x Goldblood Maid Reader | Self indulgent | SFW don’t worry

Y/N is a gold blood working at a maid café which does date auctions. Tonight's lucky bidder was Mallek, but it seems his motives were not all personal...

Technically gender neutral? But it makes more sense if Y/N is female, or at least fem. Just cause, ya know, maid cafes.

You took a couple of deep breaths in front of the mirror and fixed up your outfit. Date time was in five minutes and you weren't sure what to expect. Best to be mentally prepared though, the big spenders tended to be... Interesting.

"That was quite the bidding war for you," the voice of one of your co workers interrupted your thoughts and you turned around with a jolt.

Stood behind you with a teasing smile was Elania, a burgundy blooded girl who you'd worked with for quite some time now.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," you said almost sheepishly. "No doubt they want the novelty of seeing a gold blood play maid," and you weren't just saying that either.

You were usually the highest caste in the act, with everyone else being rust and bronze bloods. After all gold bloods tended to be more useful with their psionics and didn't typically have to resort to such measures.

Not much demand for a gold blood with half burnt out eyes though.

Elania shrugged, "Maybe, but hey if it brings the group more money, right?"

"Happy to help," you laugh and head off towards the room that had been set aside for your date.

"Stay safe," Elania called after you.

That's hardly up to me, now is it, you thought to yourself. Taking one last breath, you plastered a cheery smile across your face and pushed the door open.

The first thing you did was take in the client. After all, it had been hard to get a good look at him from the stage.

The troll before you was dressed in a casual hoodie and didn't look up from his palmhusk when you entered. A cerulean blood, so not too high up but still rich enough to be dangerous. Not to mention the piercings and intimidating undercut, though his sign seemed strangely familiar.

"Hello, sir," you started.

"Don't bother," he cut you off.

You blinked in surprise, "Pardon me?"

He shook his head with a lazy smile, "Two things. One, I didn't actually want to be here. A buddy dragged me with him. Two, the guy I was bidding against was a fucking creep."

"Oh, right, thank you sir-"

"Please, call me Mallek."

You sighed and dropped your persona, "You really aren't into this, are you?"

He grinned, "Nah, meat space isn't usually my scene. I just recognized that guy from a forum and knew he was kinda shitty. Wanted to help out."

You thought about it for a second, "He wasn't an indigo was he? Sharply dressed with the blunted horns?"

Mallek's eyes widened in surprise, "Spot on, he come here often?"

"Technically he's blacklisted but security doesn't really care if a couple of lowbloods get roughed up a bit," you huffed and gestured to the couch Mallek was lounging on. "Can I sit down?"

"Oh yeah, of course," Mallek said, scooting over to give you some space. "I'm actually surprised this place has a gold blood working. I mean, my buddy told me that was the main draw of this place but I thought that might be a publicity thing. Don't you have that whole living battery thing going for you?"

You shook your head, "Burnt out my eyes in a power surge a couple of sweeps ago. Hence why I couldn't even tell who was bidding for me. They don't let me wear glasses on stage, says it ruins the look."

You fished your glasses out from your pocket and put them on, "Ta dah."

Mallek laughed and pulled out his own pair of glasses, "We match."

"Isn't that fun," you said, laughing as well. Despite your initial hesitation, you felt yourself relax. "So, you mentioned that this wasn't quite your thing. What do you do then? Surely something lucrative to be able to afford this, I mean, you dropped quite the sum."

He shrugged, "It's really not that interesting. I troll forums every now and then but for the most part I look at robots. And keep an eye on whatever the hot topic of the hour is."

Suddenly, you realized why his sign seemed so familiar, "Wait a second, are you snakeBytes?"

Mallek seemed genuinely caught off guard by this. "Oh damn, and here I thought I'd been keeping a low profile. Do I know you?"

You shook your head quickly, "No, you wouldn't. But I know someone who worked for you for a bit. And well, when a highblood starts getting caught up in hacker business, golds tend to be the first to know."

"Fair enough," Mallek chuckled. "Yeah that's me I guess. Though I prefer the term information specialist," he joked

"Oh of course," you laughed, "My mistake."

Mallek smiled, "I take it you know about the drone stuff then?"

"Sure do, my friend was real grateful for the first aid stuff you rerouted her way as payment."

Mallek grinned, "Oh hey I remember her, tell her I said hi."

"Will do."

"Enough about me though, let's talk about you," Mallek leaned forward, "Why do you work in this place? Besides the faulty psionics I mean."

You raised an eyebrow, "I thought you didn't care about the date."

Mallek actually looked flustered at this and cleared his throat, cerulean dusting his cheeks. "I don't, but I wasn't expecting you to be quite so interesting."

You laughed, "How sweet of you, Mr-" you paused.

"Adalov," Mallek prompted, "But really, just call me Mallek."

"Right, well to answer your question, I work here because it's safe. No one cares too much about what we do in our free time. And sometimes, if we treat a highblood well, we get a powerful regular who can boast about how much of a philanthropist he is."

Mallek clicked his tongue in disapproval, "You guys serve clowns here?"

You shrugged, "Who are we to stop them."

"That sucks."

"It is what it is." You shook your head in resignation, "I feel pretty confident I won't get culled working here, as long as I'm nice to the clients. And really what more could I ask for?"

Mallek thought about it for a moment, "You could work for me."

You frowned, "Mr. Adalov, I am not a charity case."

"It was a genuine offer," Mallek said quickly, putting his hands up. "I'm sorry if I offended you..." he trailed off, "I don't believe you ever gave me your name."

"You know it, Maid Cipher, it's on all the signs."

Mallek chuckled, "Right, cute. I meant your real name. Your stage name feels, well staged, for lack of a better word."

You hesitated, "I'm not really supposed to say."

"I won't tell."

"Fine, it's Y/N."

"Y/N," Mallek repeated, "I like it."

You blushed, "Thank you."

"So, Y/N. I meant what I said, you could come work for me. I'm sure I could find something more comfortable for you. You said you kept up with digital news?"

"More or less, I don't personally do much of the hacking but I worked with code before the power surge," you explain. "I still keep up with it now, albeit with everything powered the old fashioned way."

"Not by your brain," Mallek finished.

You laughed, "Exactly."

A flash of movement caught your eye and you looked down to catch Mallek hesitantly reach out for you, his hand hovering over your own. You watched him in amusement as he spoke, "Yeah so, I'm sure I could find you something, and then we could get to know each other better too."

Cutting to the chase, you took his hand in yours and smiled at him, "Mr. Adalov, are you perhaps enjoying this date more than you care to admit?"

Mallek was well and truly blushing at this point as he stammered out a reply, "I, umm. Maybe? I guess I didn't really know what I was getting myself into. But you're actually really nice to talk to. And umm, cute too."

You laughed, "Quite the flatterer. As for your offer, I appreciate it but I couldn't leave my girls here. We're friends and my novelty brings in a good amount of cash. No matter how awful that sounds, I have to stick around."

Mallek nodded, "I understand. But uhh..." he trailed off awkwardly and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Could we perhaps go for coffee sometime? I'd like to see you more."

"I think I'd like that Mr. Adalov." You held out a hand, "Give me your palmhusk and I'll give you my number."

"Oh! Yes, that would be lovely," Mallek said hurriedly and handed his palmhusk over to you.

You entered your number into his contacts happily and as you handed the device back, your bracelet gave a loud beep. You looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, "Well, that's time up."

Mallek pouted jokingly, "Aww, already? Time flies, huh?"

"Sure does," you laughed and pointed at the door behind him. "You can exit the way you came, I trust you'll find your way with no problem?" Without waiting for a response, you stood together.

There was a moment of awkward silence until you took his hand, lifted it up to your lips and kissed him on the back of the hand. "Have a good day, Mallek."

You winked at him as he stared at you in stunned silence and left the room.

[zmayadw]

Evening all :)

Here is the next part.

Have a nice weekend :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 18

I woke up with the smell of coffe all over the room. I turned on my back, stretching. „Is that coffee i can smell?“ i asked, only my head peeping from under the covers. Jake turned to me from the desk, grin on his face „Good morning, sleepyhead. And, yes, thats coffee you can smell.“ I smiled at him, getting out of the bed. „Do you even sleep at all?“ i asked teasingly „When did you already had time to leave to get coffee so early?“ „Early?“ he said, raising his eyebrow, showing at the clock on the night stand. 10.25. I turned to him, grining „Hey, what to say, a girl needs her beauty sleep.“ I got up, heading for the bathroom, sticking my toung at him. He just shook his head, smiling. I left the bathroom, going to him and leaning for a kiss. I took the coffee from the desk, and my laptop, going to sit on the bed. I checked the mail and some job offers. I browsed the net for a while enjoying my coffee. I turned my look to Jake, smile forming on my lips, thinking how this all feels nice. As if he could sense me watching, he turned arround. „What you smiling?“ he asked, smiling at me himself. „Nothing, really.“ I started. „I was just thinking, how this feels so good. I mean, this, us, just being here, together. It's like..“ but i stopped then. What was I about to say, i tought, that this was meant to be? That we belong together? That this feels like love? „Maya?“ Jakes voice brougt me back from my toughts. He was looking at me intensly. I smiled at him „Never mind, im blabbering.“ He looked at me for a while, scaning my face, and i could see he wasnt beliving me. „Alright“ he said after a moment „But you know you can talk to me about anything, right?“ „I know.“ I told him, giving him a smile. His phone rang then, wich made us both jump a little, not expecting it. He answered it, still not turning his look from me. „Yes?...What, right now?....Fine, i'll get to it.“ He putted the phone back on the desk, running his hand through his hair in frustration. „Is everything all right?“ i asked, a bit of worry in my voice. He groaned „Remember when i told you how i kinda made a deal with some peole to be left alone?“ „Yes, i remember.“ I said, looking at him even more worryingly now. „Well, the call now.. thats the part of the deal.“ I looked puzzeld now, and Jake sighed. „I promised my 'services' in exchange for my freedom.“ „Oh“ i said. „Can i know more about it?“ i asked him. „No“ he said, and grinned „Its a top secret.“ I rolled my eyes at him „Can you be serious, please.“ „I am.“ He said „Look, its nothing you should be worried about, trust me.“ „But i am worried, Jake, and always will be.“ I looked at him, fear creeping at me „Dont you get it? The things you do, they got you separated from me once before.“ Just the tought of it squeezed my heart. „I couldnt stand if that happens again.“ „Maya, please, dont worry so much about it.“ he said. „I cant do that, Jake. Cant you see it? You mean so much to me. If something happens to you..“ my words got silenced, i dared not to say anymore. „Nothing will happen.“ He told me. „But you cant know that for sure!“ „You're right about that.“ He said „And thats the risk I have to take.“ His face got serious then „But i can promise you, that i will do everything i can to ensure nothing will happen.“ He sighed „I cant give you anything more than that promise. And i hope thats enough for you, Maya.“ „It is.“ i told him. „You know i trust you. But that doesnt mean i will stop worry for you. I just wanted you to know how i feel.“ „Thats fine, i want you to always tell me how you feel.“ He said, coming to sit next to me, embracing me in a hug. He kissed me softly, and i pulled him closer to me. He groaned with resentment „As much as i like where this is going“ he said, moving away from me „I have to go.“ He got up from the bed, getting dressed. „Will you be alrigh on your own for a while?“ he asked. „Ofcourse“ i said, and then i remembered. I cursed out loud, Jake looking puzzled at me. „I forgot about Phil.“ „Oh“ he said, giving me a simpathetical smile. „I better take a shower and go. I want to

be done with it.“ „Ok. You mind if i borrow your car? I'll be back before you leave, so you can take it.“ „Ofcourse not, you know where the keys are, go ahead.“ „Thanks.“ He said smiling, grabing the keys and heading for the door. He stoped as he opened them, turning to me, with that devilish glow in his eyes. „I'd rather be joining you in the shower, just to make it clear.“ I looked at him, walking backwards towards the bathroom, taking my shirt off slowly, grining at him „You are welcome to join me anytime.“ I bit at my lower lip, and i could see he was full of desire. He groaned in resentment. „You are so gonna get it for this.“ He said, leaving reluclantly. I laughed, as i entered the bathroom.

Jake got back just about as i was done getting ready. I decided to take some laundrey to be washed, since going to town eitherway. I grabed the last shirt, throwing it in the bag. I took my phone throwing it in my purse, turning to Jake. „Keys please.“ He walked to me, handing me the keys, pulling me in for a kiss. „Wish me luck.“ I said skeptical, him giving me an akward smile, and i left. The laundrey place wasnt far from the Aurora, so i parked the car there and walked to the Aurora when done. As i entered, Phil looked up from behind the bar. „I already tought you might not show up.“ He said, as i came to the bar. „I said i would, and i keep my promises.“ I told him, smiling. I wasnt used at seeing Phil like this. He was always cheerful and teasing arround me, and this new behaviour was kinda of a shock for me. What did you expect, Maya, i tought to myself. „Want some coffee?“ he asked and i noded. „Go sit at the booth, we'll talk there.“ He said, going for the coffee. I moved myself to the booth, my nervousness intensifing. Phil came, bringing two coffee cups, sitting across of me. „Milk and sugar, right?“ he siad, putting a cup infront of me. „You remember correctly.“ He took his cup, taking a sip from it, looking intensly at me. He settled it back on the table, leaning at the booths bench. „So“ he said, my stomach tightening in a knot „The hacker was your big mess, huh.“ „Yup, another thing you got right.“ I said, taking a sip of my coffee. I held the cup with both hands, hiding how much i was being nervouse. „Phil, I'm really sorry about last night. It was never my intention for you to find out about it like that.“ He was still looking intensly at me, but i couldnt see any anger on him. „I tried talking to you before it all, but i got interupted so manny times, it got me insane.“ „I noticed that.“ He said, and i continued. „Its not much of an excuse, i know. And i cant change how things turned out anyway, but i want you to know i am deeply sorry for it.“ He looked at me for a moment, not saying anything, my stomcah tightening more with every second of silence. „I belive you, Maya.“ He said finaly. And hearing him say my name, for the first time since i stepped in here today, made me relax a bit. „Thanks, Phil. Coming here today, i just hoped you wont be mad at me. Or worse, hate me.“ I said, a bit sadnes in my voice. „I told you before, i could never hate you, Maya.“ He said it so softly, my heart sinking a bit for him. „Not even now, after everything that happened?“ i asked, a bit in disbelief. „Not even now.“ He siad again, and i belived him. He took another sip of coffee, leaning on the table „Can i be honest here?“ „Ofcourse“ i said „We've been honest with eachother since day one.“ „Correct“ he said, taking a deep breath before he continued. „I kinda had a hunch when we talked before, that he was the reason you wer in such a mess.“ I said nothing to it. „And im pissed at myself right now.“ he continued, and i looked at him puzzled. „Because, Maya, if i havent waited, if i made my move at you earlier, right now, i might be the one holding your hand.“ My heart squeezed at his words. „Phil..“ i started, but he interupted me. „Its fine. I told you, If things wont end up in my favore, i would be dissapointed and heartbroken, wich i am, both.“ He looked at me, his eyes sad and tired. „But i dont hate you for sure, Maya.“ „Thansk, Phil, i appriciate you being hones with me, as always.“ I said after a moment of silence passed between us. „Can i just ask you one thing? And i would like and honest answer.“ „Ofcourse, ask.“ I said. „Alright. Then tell me honestly“ he started „Is he really the one you want? The one that makes you happy?“ I didnt hesistate with my answer, the words just flew out of my mouth, gentle smile showing on my face „Yes, he is.“ He looked at me curiously. „I thank you for your honesty, Maya.“ He said, and i smiled „Always.“ We sat there in silence for a while. „Phil, will you be alright?“ i asked finaly. He looked at me, smiling „I will be, dont worry.“ „Its just, i'd really like to have you as a

friend. But, i can understand if thats not something you'd be ok with.“ I averted my look to my hands now, nervouse to what he might answer. „You will always have a friend in me, Maya.“ He said, and i looked back at him. His face showed that he meant it sincerely. „Im glad to hear that, Phil.“ „Well“ he said after a while, claping his hands together „I think this needs to be watered down.“ As he got up, he smiled and winked at me before going for the bar. I chuckled as he left, thinking how all will be alright with the two of us. And i was happy about it, having him as a friend menat a lot. He came back with two shot glasses, handing me mine as he sat down. „Well, heres to new friendships!“ he chimed, rising his glas at me. „Here's to the 'new us'!“ i chimed back, rising my glas. He smiled at me, knocking his glas on mine „Not completly 'new'.“ He winked and smiled devilishly at me before drinking. I laughed, shaking my head „That's the Phil i know!“

As i walked back to pick up laundrey, i felt happy and relaxed. My talk with Phil went better then i expected. He became important to me, and i was happy i still had him as a friend. Getting back to the car, i took my phone sending Jake a message.

Maya: Heading back, see you soon :)

Jake: :)

I was almost at the motel when my phone rang. I found it with my free hand in my purse, quickly glancing at the screen, before turning my focus back on the road. It was one of those cursed calls. This time i answered it confidentaly, thinking here's the chance for Jake to trace the call. I answered the call, wich began as usual, with silence. But, all of a sudden, the sound came from the other side, a sound that sent shivers and chills through me - the sound of ravens cawing. My eyes opened wide in terror. I was so shocked by it, that i barely avoided crashing my car. I dropped the phone from my hand, grabing the wheel with both hands leveling the car back. Lucky i was close to the motel, i was shaking like crazy as i managed to park and run for the room. I bursted in, making Jake jump from behind the desk. „Please, tell me you got it!“ i yelled. He looked at me, dissapointment all over his face. „Sorry, Maya.“ I fell to my knees, Jake running to me. He held me in his arms, but i felt nothing. I didnt cry ,the shaking stopped, i was completly numb. „Why is this happening?“ i asked, Jake answering with a sigh „I dont know, Maya, but we will figure it out.“ „Will we?“ i said, looking numbily at the wall. „And when? How long will it take us?“ i said, not trying to sound accusatory. It wasnt Jakes fault, i knew he was doing all he could to help me. „Is all this suppose to make me go crazy?“ i asked „Because, if thats someones intention, they're doing a fine job.“ „Maya“ Jake started softly, but i moved from him, getting up from the floor. He followed, looking at me worryingly. „I cant go on like this, Jake“ i said, meeting his eyes. „With every new call i get more confused with it all.“ I paused, sighing desperatly. „And scared, Jake. I'm terrified, actually.“ He moved to me, embracing me in a hug. „I wont let anything happen to you.“ I laughed histerical, making him release me from a hug, looking at me puzzled. „I almost crushed my car now answering that call, Jake.“ He tensed as i said it, anger and worry showing in his eyes. „You cant keep me safe from myself.“ I turned and headed for the bathroom, leaving him speechless. I closed and locked the doors, and just sat on the floor. I dont know how long I sat there, feeling numb, but for the first time ever,since the beginning of this all, i cursed the day I came to Duskwood.

[drprettyboyspence]

You’re a Hero, Spencer Reid

Dr. Spencer Reid/reader 

Summary: Late one night Spencer comes home from an especially difficult case. His girlfriend Y/n persuades him to talk about it. Inspired by the JJ/Will episode “Sick Day” (Season 12 Episode 2) This takes place during Season 15. 

words: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of violence, mental illness (basically the amount of violence in a regular cm episode), angst, very very light swearing,  nothing else to my knowledge! 

a/n: I honestly love that JJ and Will scene so I decided to right one about Spencer. This made up case took we way too long to come up with and honestly I know way too much about lobotomies now lol, but I hope you enjoy!! :) 

It’s 12:30 am, Spencer Reid trudges up the stairs to his second floor apartment which he shares with his girlfriend of 5 years, Y/n Y/l/n. His body on the verge of collapsing but his mind hyped up on adrenaline, Spencer pulls his key out of his pocket before unlocking the door, excited to finally be home after an energy-draining case. He knows he should sleep, the team very rarely gets much sleep during a case and the last one had been short but intense, so it’s been about 48 hours since Spencer has slept if he’s being truly honest. Spencer feels as if he’s in a trance, he’s exhausted but he just knows he won’t be able to sleep if he tries. His exhaustion leads him to crash into a chair near the table, causing it to scrape against the floor loudly. Damn it Spencer thinks, hoping he didn’t wake up his girlfriend but knowing he probably isn’t that lucky. 

“Baby, you’re finally home! I missed you so much!” Y/n says, appearing out of the shadowy hallway, obviously having just woken up. She gives Spencer a hug and notices the way he holds on to her extra tightly, like he does when he’s feeling stressed or overwhelmed. 

“I missed you too Y/n, so much.” Spencer whispers, still enveloping her in a tight hug. The last case had been harder on him than he’s willing to admit, but holding Y/n close to him makes him feel safe, he can’t lose her if he just never lets go, right? 

“Are you okay Spence?” Y/n asks after Spencer finally lets her go. She knows the tells, she may not be an FBI profiler but she can tell when Spencer isn’t okay, and right now is unfortunately one of those times. She can see the way he holds her just the smallest bit too tight, she can see his eyes, droopy from exhaustion but darting around the room at the same time, still hyped up on the adrenaline from the case, and the eye circles that have become a signature look for her boyfriend are even darker than usual, showing he’s been without sleep for likely more than a day. 

“I’m fine Y/n, really, you know how the job is, it's never easy.” Spencer replies, in a manner that shows Y/n he wants to talk about it, but he doesn’t know how to ask and doesn’t want to be a bother. 

“Are you sure Spence? We can talk about it if you want to-“

“I said I’m fine Y/n! Please drop it!” Spencer snaps back at Y/n, regret immediately flushing over his face. He doesn’t yell at her often, and they hardly ever fight, he says he’s seen too many couples separated by tragedy to waste time on silly arguments and quarrels. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I think I’m just high-strung and exhausted.” 

“You can’t keep it in Spencer, it will all build up inside and stay with you, you know that. We need to talk about it if it's weighing down on you this heavily, I’ll put the coffee on, it looks like we won’t be sleeping for a while.” Y/n says warmly, walking across the kitchen to switch on the coffee machine. “Okay Spence, start at the beginning…” 

40 hours earlier 

“All I’m saying JJ is that you aren’t even giving science-fiction a chance, its not all-”

“Spence I honestly don’t care, I refused to go to comic-con with you back in the day and I still refuse now, but you can take the boys, they’d love to go.” JJ and Spencer abruptly finish their conversation as they walk into the round table room and see the rest of the team staring back at them with solemn looks on their faces. 

“Let’s get started please.” Emily says promptly as JJ and Spencer take their respective seats at the table, everyone focusing their attention on Garcia.  

“Alright my crime-solving friends today’s devilishness comes to us from the one, the only, sin city itself, Las Vegas, Nevada.” Long-time members of the team glance sympathetically at Reid, knowing how difficult it can be for him to go home, especially now that his mother has been moved closer to Virginia. “Those pictures on your tablet now, they are of Dolores Smith, the fifth victim in a series of what appears to be lobotomies gone wrong.” The team winces, remembering the last time lobotomies had come up in a BAU case. 

“The fifth victim? Why weren’t we called in earlier, lobotomies aren’t exactly a common occurrence, even in Las Vegas.” Rossi asks. 

“This unsub has been driving his victims out into the desert, even crossing state lines, victim number two, Susan Atkins, she was found in Utah, almost 400 miles away. They simply didn’t put it together until the last two victims were found in Las Vegas.”

“Garcia, anything connecting the victims, they seem to be of different sexes and ages.” JJ asks. 

“Yes, this is where it gets tricky, all five victims were schizophrenic patients at Bennington Sanitarium.” It was like a chill went through the room.

“So they were all patients at a mental hospital?” Luke says, clearly confused about the strange energy currently in the room. 

“Tell them Spence” Emily urges. 

“Bennington Sanitarium isn’t just any mental hospital, it's the mental hospital my mom was in.” 

The coffee machine beeps, interrupting Spencer’s telling of the story, he moves to pour the cups. Y/n places her hand on his knee before he can move out of the chair.

“Sweetheart, let me do it, you just sit here and try to relax, you’ve been through enough, the least I can do is a pour a damn cup of coffee for you.” Y/n picks out Spencer’s favorite mug, a Doctor Who one she had bought him for the first Christmas they spent together. They both inhale deeply over the cups of steaming liquid, as good as gold on a late night like this, the 1:20 am flashing over the stove only showing as a reminder that this night won’t be ending any time soon. “Alright, continue.” 

36 hours earlier

“So here’s what we know. All five victims had recently been released from Bennington Sanitarium, they were schizophrenic, having been residents of the hospital for ten to twelve years.” Luke starts the discussion as the jet begins its descent into Las Vegas. 

“Why were they released?” Spencer responds. 

“Garcia, any information you can give us?” Tara asks the computer screen where Garcia’s face pops up. 

“My friends, unluckily because of the discreet nature of mental health records, the mistress of all things technological is having a little bit of trouble narrowing in on the information you search for, but from what I can see, all five victims were taken out of the hospital after responding well to medication, I haven’t gotten to those records yet but I will hit you back as soon as I hear anything, peace out.” 

“You okay Reid?” Emily asks Spencer as quietly as she can, knowing that this case is surely striking a nerve with him, all these victims sharing a very big part of their life with his mother, she probably knew some of them personally. 

“I just have a bad feeling about this, and I tend to listen to those feelings very carefully. Let’s finish this one quick and get back to Quantico.”

“You heard the kid, let’s make quick work of this case and put this bastard away before he can even think about taking another victim.” Rossi states, earning nods from the rest of the time. 

“I hate to burst your bubbles my friends, but a sixth victim has just been found in Las Vegas once again, 63 year old Barbara Sullivan.” Garcia popped in. 

“Alright change of plans everyone, Matt go to the 5th dump site, Tara and JJ, you girls will go to the most recent dump site, Luke and Rossi will go the morgue, try to get any information you can about the lobotomies, Reid and I, we’ll go to Bennington and get insight into why each of these victims were released and what medicines they were on at the time. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but why was Garcia having such a hard time finding the medical records, isn’t that type of thing usually a breeze for her?”  Y/n asks. She’d become quite close to Garcia in the years she and Spencer had been together and there was nothing that girl couldn’t do. 

“We were having trouble with that too to be honest, mental health records are usually rather secretive, but nothing a hacker like Garcia wouldn’t be able to crack in an instant. Can I have another cup of coffee baby?” 

“Of course Spence, anything you need.” Y/n say before filling up another coffee, glad he’s finally relaxed enough to talk freely about whatever happened on this case that was so clearly affecting him. 

34 hours earlier 

“Dr. Reid, good to see you again, I wish we didn’t have to meet under these circumstances though.” The main doctor at Bennington says, having known Spencer over the years Diana had spent at the hospital. 

“Dr., hello. This is BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, we want to ask you some questions about the victims if that would be possible. I know it’s-”

“Excuse me Dr.! Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt! Wait, are you Dr. Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit? I’m a huge fan of your work. Work, oh god you must be here about the recent murders, tragic aren’t they?” A rather hyper man interrupts Spencer. Spencer awkwardly and reluctantly shakes the hand of the stranger, both him and Emily puzzled about this strange interruption. 

“Mr. Robbins, if you would, please leave us alone as the federal agents and I have some important details to discuss. Actually, you may go home for the day, your services are no longer needed, see you tomorrow.” The high-strung man nods eagerly before waving once more and leaving. “I’m so sorry about that Dr. Reid, that would be the new data collector and organizer, Mr. Robbins, a bit hyper for my taste, but that man is a wizard with anything technological.” Just as Emily is about to resume questions about the victims, Garcia calls. 

“What’s up Garcia? Anything you can tell us?” 

“Emily, my sweet, sadly I come once again bearing bad news. A woman has just been reported missing, 54 year old Dana Reeley, schizophrenic, reported missing by her son 20 minutes ago, says he left the house for no longer than 20 minutes, came back to an empty house no signs of struggle.” 

“Is it possible his mother is confused, left the house on her own?” Spencer asks, remembering times his mother had been so confused that she went off on her own. 

“Definitely not, the doors had protective covers, the mother couldn’t get out by herself, it had happened before. By the way, I’m still having an extreme amount of trouble trying to figure out why the victims were taken out of the hospital.” 

“Oh I can help you with that, each of the victims were taken out of this establishment due to the opinions of each of their respective children that they would be better taken care of under their own roofs.” 

“Well, uh- thank you unknown male voice that I’m assuming is the Dr. running Bennington Sanitarium, that’s helpful information.” 

“Dr. thank you for your time, but it seems we should we getting to the police station.” Emily says, realizing that this probably isn’t a good place for Spencer to be, and seeing his face becoming increasingly distressed due to the implications of the information the Dr. had just given them, if they’re going to need him to use his brain to solve this case they need to get out of here. 

“Woah wait one second Spencer, all of the victims were patients at the same hospital that your mom spent years at, they were all schizophrenic, and they were all taken out of the hospital by their children shortly before their murder, that’s a-“

“Hell of a coincidence, I know, and you know me, there’s no such thing as coincidences. This was weird though, like a very small chance that this could be about me, but it was seeming more and more like I was to be more involved with this case than I had thought.” 

24 hours earlier

The rest of the team had gone to bed hours ago, but Spencer is still awake, lying in the hotel bed staring at the ceiling. He debates calling Y/n, he tries not to bring his work home, he tries his hardest to keep the purest thing in his life away from the horrors and despair he sees everyday. He doesn’t want to put two and two together on this case, he doesn’t want to believe that this could all be because of him, all these victims, their lives ended early, simply because he decided to join the FBI those many years ago. It had happened before, Professor Rothschild back in 2009 and he doesn’t like to think about it, but Maeve was in the center of a case inspired by him as well. Spencer knows he’s overreacting, he knows he can’t blame himself, he didn’t kill those victims, and he didn’t force the hand of the unsubs, all he can do now is get some sleep so he can use his IQ of 187 to stop this son of a bitch, stop him from killing anyone else, ever. 

The sound of a stomach rumbling interrupts Spencer this time. 

“Spencer, when was the last time you ate? God knows how long its been since you slept and its probably been even longer since you ate. Tell me how long Spence, please.” Spencer looks down guiltily, knowing that Y/n is going to be mad when he utters his next words. 

“I don’t know um I’m having trouble remembering-“ Y/n’s face tells it all, the man with the eidetic memory can’t remember when the last time he ate was. “It was yesterday afternoon, there were bagels at the Las Vegas police station, terrible ones but I ate one of those, figured I shouldn’t be drinking five cups of coffee a day on an empty stomach.” 

“Yesterday afternoon? Spencer it’s 2:30 am!” 

“Okay so the day before yesterday afternoon I guess, sue me Y/n!” 

“Spencer Reid I know you aren’t trying to tell me you haven’t eaten in over 36 hours! You wouldn’t do that to me right? Sweetheart, you need food! What would you like?” Y/n notices that it’s strange, right now in this moment Spencer looks like a small child, shy and embarrassed. 

“Um, could you…make pancakes?” Spencer quietly asks. Y/n could laugh, Dr. Spencer Reid, renowned FBI agent who will walk into an interrogation room no problem, is scared to ask his significant other to make pancakes. 

“Pancakes is it? Sure thing sweetheart I’ll make pancakes.” 

“With chocolate chips?” Spencer adds.

“Now you’re pushing it.” Y/n retorts back with a giggle, beginning to make the batter, if Spencer hasn’t eaten in 36 hours he deserves better than some nasty boxed pancakes, that’s for sure. “So what happened next Spence?” 

17 hours earlier 

“Good morning Garcia, any information for us?” Luke asks in the morning. 

“Oh newbie how I wish it was a good morning, another victim has been taken, 43 year old Richard Saxons, his daughter reported him missing when she woke up to an empty house, hasn’t seen him since last night.” The team looks at each other with confused glances. 

“Another victim? But he hasn’t dumped the last victim yet, this is a major change in M.O., do we think the last victim is still alive, we need to rethink this.” Emily explains. 

“Okay why a lobotomy? That can’t be the easiest way of killing the victims.” Matt asks.  

“Here’s the thing, this unsub isn’t necessarily meaning to kill the victims. Lobotomies began in the 1880s when Swiss physician Gottlieb Burkhardt removed parts of the cortex of the brains of patients with auditory hallucinations and other symptoms of schizophrenia. Later in 1935 Portuguese neurologist Antonio Egas Moniz is credited with inventing the lobotomy. There are numerous negative effects and since the procedure literally involves drilling into the brain to slice up pieces of the frontal lobes, if it isn’t performed by a doctor there’s a very high mortality rate.” Spencer of course rattles off. 

“That makes sense with what the medical examiner told us, the lobotomies were crudely done but there was no reason to believe the unsub is a sadist, no signs of torture, the bodies were often dumped with what could be taken as remorse.” Rossi adds. 

“Okay so we’re looking at an unsub who’s trying to cure these victims of their schizophrenia.” Tara states. 

“We need to deliver the profile.” 

“We believe our unsub is a white male of medium build, we believe this because all victims have been caucasian and although there have been cases of serial killers crossing racial lines, overwhelming statistics show he’s most likely white.” Luke begins, 

“He has come into contact with all eight victims including the two currently missing, he knew all of them suffered from schizophrenia and were recently released, he waited until they were no longer patients at the hospital , meaning he most likely has a close connection to Bennington Sanitarium and could be tied back to the crimes, if he works at the hospital it puts him between the ages of 25 and 50, he could be the janitor, a cook, any job like that.” 

“We don’t believe he has official medical training because the manner by which the lobotomies were performed lacks the professionalism a doctor could use, but he also demonstrates knowledge of schizophrenia and lobotomies in general, which shows he isn’t dumb, most likely can hold down a job.” 

“Important as well, we don’t believe this unsub necessarily means to kill the victims, he is attempting to help cure these victims of their schizophrenic symptoms, he may have experienced a loss caused by mental health issues or believes the treatment each of the victims received was inadequate.” Tara finishes the profile, all of the team stepping back into the other room. 

“Hey Garcia you’re on speaker with the whole team here” Rossi answers his phone, 

“Hey guys, this is just getting more and more strange, I finally got into the hospital records, it really seemed as though someone was hacking me from the inside, but I finally got in and here’s the kicker, all of the records of the victims have been deleted, who would even have access for that.” Garcia says. 

“Okay we’ll looks into that Garcia, can you start looking at anyone who fits our profile, has access to the records at Bennington, and has purchased items needed to perform an at-home lobotomy in bulk over the last few months, if the missing woman has somehow survived, this unsub needs at least elementary medical equipment in order to keep her alive, hopefully we’ll see it in his credit history.” Spencer instructs to Garcia before Rossi hangs up the phone. 

“You know who might have some knowledge about all of this, that guy from the hospital, I know the Dr. osaid he’s only worked there a few months but maybe he’s seen something, or maybe he’s noticed someone snooping around the online files, we need to go back to the hospital, Spence lets go.” Emily says. 

“So Dr., you’re saying Mr. Robbins hasn’t been to work since you sent him home when we were here last? That’s odd. What did you say his name was again?” 

“Anthony Robbins, like I said before, he’s an odd guy but does good work, no one around here knows him that well though.” Spencer and Emily nod their heads to each other before Emily calls Garcia, 

“Garcia I need a background check on an Anthony Robbins, stat, and send Rossi and Luke to his house, we need to talk to this guy fast, he knows something.” 

“Agents, are you thinking he could have anything to do with this? I can’t imagine Mr. Robbins doing any harm to any one, especially not the patients at this hospital, he is always the kindest to them, the schizophrenia patients in particular.” Another call from Garcia interrupts Emily and Spencer before they can answer. 

“Things are starting to look a little weird, Anthony Robbins, 37 years old, native of Las Vegas, was born to Linda and Christian Robbins, he had a happy childhood, no signs of trauma or abuse that I can see. He doesn’t have a record, juvie or adult, but his life did change when he was 10.” 

“What happened then Garcia.” 

“Reid stop interrupting me, you know how I like to tell my dramatic story. When Robbins was 10 his 7 year old brother Charlie was diagnosed with schizophrenia, when he was 18 he was put into care at a mental hospital, not Bennington but a close by hospital.” 

“Any interest in alternative schizophrenia treatments?” 

“As a matter of fact my dear genius yes, Robbins has been publishing articles for years, and I’m looking at his recent purchases right now, Robbins has been purchasing health care equipment as well as tools needed for an at-home lobotomy, Anthony Robbins is your unsub.”

“Hey Rossi, change of plans, the guy’s our unsub. You sure? Alright you guys stay there in case he comes back, the guy must have a secondary location.” Emily says before hanging up her phone. “Alright Reid that was Rossi and Luke, Robbins isn’t at home and it looks like he left in a hurry, there’s gotta be somewhere else he’s working, Rossi also said he wouldn’t be able to hold anybody in that tiny apartment, there’s no room and neighbors would hear.” 

“Okay let’s think, we profiled he may have suffered some sort of loss. Garcia do you see any type of loss in this guy’s recent history.” 

“Charlie Robbins, his schizophrenic brother, died two months ago.” 

“That’s right before the murders started, that’s gotta be the stressor.” 

“Garcia what hospital was the brother treated at?” 

“Uh, it looks like a place called Smith Sanitarium, he was there was there for almost 20 years.” 

“Smith! I know where that is, it’s scheduled for demolition actually, closed down about a month ago and has been abandoned since, it’s only about a 15 minute drive.” 

“That’s the secondary location, let’s go Reid.” Emily says, the two agents rushing out of the room. 

“Spence, the pancakes are ready.” Y/n says, pouring syrup over the stack, just the way Spencer always likes them. 

“Thank you so much Y/n, I don’t deserve you. I know talking about the case is supposed to make me feel better but I just feel like an idiot. I mean, he was right there the first day we were at the hospital, it was so obvious, why didn’t I see it?” 

“Spencer stop that right now, you can’t blame yourself for any of it, you met that man for less than a minute when your mind was focused on researching the victims, there was nothing about him that should have screamed 'mad scientist performing lobotomies to mourn the loss of his recently deceased schizophrenic brother’, you can’t blame yourself.” Y/n reassures her boyfriend while reaching up to rub his shoulder. He begins eating the pancakes in front of him, groaning slightly at the taste of food after going so long without eating. 

“I love you Y/n, not just because you’re amazing at making pancakes, seriously these are so good, but because you somehow always know how to make me feel better.” 

“That’s my job babe, personal pancake chef and make-Spencer-Reid-feel-better specialist, now tell me what happened next, it seems like you’re almost at the end.” 

10 hours earlier 

“Alright Reid, the rest of the team and Las Vegas police are on their way and will meet us as soon as they can, but you and I are going to be on the scene first, they’re significantly further away than we are, we’ll have to wait for them of course, this man may not be meaning to kill his victims, but he’s killed at least 6 people nevertheless.” Emily says, driving as fast as she can through Las Vegas towards the abandoned mental hospital, Reid quietly looking out the window. Emily is strapping her vest on when she sees Reid walking towards the hospital alone. 

“Reid, no! I told you, we need to wait for backup, it’s too dangerous!” 

“Emily you know how much I respect you, but there’s two victims in there and if they’re on the brink of death, an extra 10 minutes is not something we have, I’m going in.” 

“Damnit Reid” Emily whispers before running after him.

“Anthony Robbins, FBI put your hands up”, Reid loudly speaks as he walks into the hospital with his gun in the air, immediately seeing two victims in chains. 

“Dr. Reid, I’m so happy you’re here! Let’s put the gun down so I can show you the medical masterpiece I have accomplished.” Mr. Robbins says while holding what looks like a grenade in his hand. 

“Mr. Robbins I know you think you’re doing what’s right, but this isn’t what your brother would have wanted, these people did not ask for this, they were doing well with the medication, now I need you to put down the grenade and let these people go.” Sirens can be heard from outside and Emily appears behind Reid as well, noticing the grenade in the unsub’s hand, but Reid’s eyes are completely focused on the female victim, a woman with extreme similarity to his own mother. 

“It’s such a shame Dr. Reid, I thought you of all people would understand, seeing as you went to Mexico to research alternative medication for your own schizophrenic mother.” 

“That was different Mr. Robbins, I was attempting to research homeopathic remedies for dementia, not performing life-threatening surgeries on mentally ill adults.” Emily can tell that Spencer is getting angry, this case being too close to his personal life, they should be stroking this guy’s ego, not angering him. 

“Mr. Robbins, Emily Prentiss here, I think what you have done is magnificent! I actually want you to come with us, the rest of the world needs to see this!” 

“No, too late, Dr. Reid doesn’t appreciate my genius, so no one will be allowed to. Sorry, agents.” The man says before dropping the grenade. Emily grabs Reid, pulling him out of the hospital while he’s screaming, still not taking his eyes off the female victim. They make it out of the hospital just as it explodes, Reid staring back into the burning building in disbelief while Emily looks at the rest of the team, shaking her head. 

At this point in the story Spencer’s voice cracks, tears start welling in his eyes. “I should’ve saved them, it was completely my fault. He was a classic unsub with a god complex and I did exactly what they teach you NOT to do. I let my emotions get in the way and three people died because of it.” Spencer gets out before he starts crying completely. Y/n enveloping him in a hug and allowing him to cry into her shoulder. 

“Oh Spence, shh, it’s okay, that was not your fault. That man was holding a grenade, did you force his hand? Tell him to kill those victims, no.” 

“But we should’ve been able to save them, we profiled him exactly right, and I ruined it all by raising my voice at him, plus I didn’t wait for the backup we needed, I was too focused on saving a woman who reminded me of my mom.” 

“Spencer Reid, I need you to listen to me right now, look at me, okay, you can do that right? Look at me sweetheart.” Spencer lifts his head to look at Y/n, his teary eyes matching her sympathetic ones filled with love. “You, Spencer Reid, are a hero. You’re my hero, you’re a hero for your team, and you’re the hero of all the people you save every single day. Today was not a good day, but how many victims would that man have killed if your team hadn’t intervened. Today you didn’t save everyone, but if you stop now, you’ll never save anyone ever again.” Spencer and Y/n sit at the table holding hands in silence for longer than either of them care to count, before Y/n hears soft snores, realizing Spencer has fallen asleep in her arms, exhausted from the past days and the emotional release of reliving it all in their kitchen. “Come on Spence, let’s go to bed” Y/n gently shakes him awake and helps him to their bed, knowing that what Spencer needs is a good night’s sleep and a lot of love, which she is more than happy to give him, for the rest of her life even. 

[kookicat]

A Gift of Telling & Trust

Nate's words fade away and for a moment, they're all quiet, absorbing the story. There's a sheen in Sophie's eyes that looks suspiciously like tears, and Parker has curled into Hardison's side, resting her head on his shoulder. He's got one arm around her, thumb rubbing absent circles on her side. 

Eliot clears his throat, feeling just a little self conscious, and downs the last of his long neck before he speaks. "Before… Before my Mom died," he starts, voice soft, reflective, because it's been a while since he dug up the memories, and he's not sure how they're going to make him feel. "I was twelve, Erin was ten. Mom had been wanting a puppy for a couple of years, and one of my friend's farm dogs was having a litter." He smiles at the memory and glances up, seeing everyone's eyes on him. He's not sure why, but it feels comfortable, and he feels the smile get a bit bigger. "They were seven weeks old on Christmas eve, all bitty black and white things. Only one girl, and we picked her and snuck her in the house. We'd saved up our allowance to buy food and such. She slept on my bed, and we put a bow on her and took her downstairs at the crack of dawn." He pauses, accepting a fresh bottle from Hardison, giving the label a quick check to make sure the other man isn't slipping him one of his weird brews. He's not sure he'll ever cleanse his senses of the last one- pumpkin spice and mint, for christsakes, but the bottle is one of his favourites and he twists the top off. 

"What happened?" Parker asks, because she's an instant gratification sorta girl, but they're all still watching him, waiting for the end of the story. 

"Well Mom fell instantly in love," he says, lip quirking into a smile, "Dad took some convincing, threatened to take the belt to me but I'm pretty sure he was smitten too."

The end of the story isn't so happy, and he's not sure he wants to tell it and break the spell. "They were inseparable. Mom named her Dodie."

"101 Dalmatians? I loved that book." Sophie asks, and he glances at her, nodding. 

"What happened to her?" Parker leans forward to poke him and he bats her hand away, gently. 

Part of him wants to lie and tell them a happy ending, but life doesn't work that way. "She was in the truck with my Mom when a drunk driver ran them off the road. They hit a tree. Both killed instantly," he says, and his voice only cracks a little. 

It's a hard memory, but he's mostly made his peace with it. It's nice, too, to be able to remember his family and share that with his new one. 

Sophie presses her hand against his arm. "I'm sorry, Eliot. I had no idea." 

He covers her hand with his own, for a beat. "It's okay. Thank you." 

Another memory sneaks in, one he'd all but forgotten about and he laughs, earning startled looks from the others that only make him laugh harder. It takes him a second to get control and he's pretty sure they think it's the start of a hysterical breakdown. 

"I'm fine," he says, and waves his hand. "Just remembered something. My fourteenth birthday, Dad decided I was finally old enough to learn how to use the grill. Bought a big rack of ribs. Damn dog stole them from the counter. We spent half an hour chasing her around the yard but every time we got close, she'd manage to escape. I'd never seen my Dad so mad." He laughs again, then takes a swig of his beer, content to settle back into silence and just enjoy the memory. 

They spend an agreeable hour, just trading bullshit stories about past jobs before they decide to call it a night. 

He wakes up the next morning, more hungover than he'd ever admit, to find a black and white puppy staring at him from the other side of his bed. "What the hell?" he says and blinks, rubbing his eyes, convinced he's seeing things until a wet nose unerringly finds this side of his neck. He rolls out of bed, scooping the puppy up and heading to his living room, trying to ignore the soft brown eyes staring at him. 

Just as he suspected, Parker is sleeping on his couch. The bigger surprise is that Hardison is curled up in the recliner in the corner, one arm draped over his face to block out the mid morning light. He's pretty sure it was Hardison's idea to break out the tequila. He's also pretty sure that they killed the bottle between them. 

"Parker," Eliot says, trying to sound serious. It's a lot harder to do with a puppy trying to lick his face. "Parker!" 

She jerks awake, and he blinks, feeling a little bad about that. "What?" she mutters, shoving her hair out of her face and stretching like a cat, all liquid grace. 

"What's this?" Eliot asks, with what he feels is commendable patience, especially considering the marching band that's doing laps of his brain. 

"That's a puppy," Parker says, like he's being slow. 

"Yes, I know that," Eliot says through his teeth. "Why was she in my bed?" The puppy lays her head on his chest and sighs and he knows that if this gets out, he's going to have to blow up an orphanage or something to maintain his reputation. 

"Because she wouldn't stay on the couch," Parker says and throws a cushion at Hardison. 

The hacker jerks awake, flailing and the puppy barks. "I don't think she liked that," Hardison mutters. 

"Why do I have a puppy?" Eliot asks, absently stroking the dog's head, surprised by how soft and fine her fur is. It's like silk against his skin and it feels nice. He's always liked dogs, but with the life he's lived, he's never had the chance to own one. 

"Because they were going to kill her at the pound because no one had adopted her!" Parker says, just as Hardison blurts "Parker made me do it!"

Eliot rubs his face with his free hand. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to know the full story. He's also pretty sure he can't keep the puppy, no matter how darn cute she is. "Please tell me you didn't steal the puppy," he mutters and turns towards the kitchen, needing coffee and food. 

He sets the puppy down, watching her as she sniffs her way around his kitchen, clearly looking for something. "You hungry, pup?" he says, and opens the fridge, pulling out a bit of roast chicken and almost losing his fingers to sharp puppy teeth. "Guess that's a yes."

He takes out the rest of the chicken, chopping it into smaller chunks before dumping it into a dish- though not one of his good ones, thank you very much-- and putting it on the floor with a bowl of water. 

"We're sorry," Parker says, leaning on the door frame. "A puppy is a huge commitment and we should have checked first."

Eliot pulls the eggs from the fridge. "Have you been talking to Sophie?" he asks and sets a frying pan on to heat. 

"Yes." Parker stoops, picking the puppy up and stroking her. "She did say a dog would be good for you, though." 

Hardison joins Parker, reaching over to fuss the puppy. "I found a rescue that'll take her and make sure she gets a good home. We can drop her off later today."

The thought of handing the puppy over to someone else sends an unexpected pang through him. "You checked them properly?" Eliot asks, adding pre chopped peppers to the eggs. 

"Have you met me?" Hardison says, voice full of only mostly faked offence. "Excuse you. Of course I checked them properly."

"Make some damn coffee," Eliot grouses at the other man. He's pretty sure they all know the damn puppy isn't going to any rescue. He has to admit, some nights it would be nice to come home to some non judgemental company. 

"She's so cute," Parker says, sneaking a look at Eliot under her lashes. "Maybe I'll keep her." 

Parker is proficient at many things, including keeping Parker alive but he's seen what she does to house plants and the thought of her being responsible for a living creature sends a stab of alarm through Eliot. Hardison is sharing the same thought, if the look in his face is any indication. 

"Fine," Eliot snaps and portions the eggs with more force than strictly necessary. "She can stay here!" 

He knows he's been caught neatly in a trap when Parker turns to Hardison, grinning. "Told you," she says and ducks when Eliot throws a dish towel at her head. 

[popblank]

Watching Supergirl, S1E11-S1E15:

S1E11 "Strange Visitor from Another Planet":

Hey, this anti-alien rally is at LA City Hall.

“We need to know where they live, what they do, and who they eat.”  That last one is quite an assumption, though hopefully the knowing who part comes before rather than after. Kudos to the actor for keeping a straight face.

There is a lot of glass inside the DEO.

In the first 11 episodes, it seems like there have been a lot of DEO casualties.  Do they have counseling for this sort of thing? Is the organization large enough that they can deal with sudden staffing shortages easily?

It seems odd that the White Martian would revert to its human form when unconscious. 

I am surprised that being kidnapped and impersonated by an alien didn’t push Senator Crane even further to the anti-alien side, and Supergirl would be explained as a rare exception (”one of the good ones”) to a broader threat.

S1E12 “Bizarro”:

Next thing Alex needs to teach Kara: how to deflect insinuations without giving anything away.

Hmm.  So the DEO doesn’t have the authority to arrest private citizens, but they do have the authority to otherwise detain people (say a US Senator)?

Looks like CatCo allows drinking at work.

“Oho. Well. I guess I’ll go roam the hallways of my building.” I am really enjoying Calista Flockhart as Cat Grant.

“You’re compromising the security of this entire operation.”  Ha, as if they both haven’t done so several times already. Seems odd that Alex would remove the bag from his head in an open area before putting him in the cell.  Was she trying to make a point?

S1E13 “For the Girl Who Has Everything”:

Cat’s necklace is very eye-catching.

It seems like a problem with using an AI interface that resembles a particular individual is that the user is likely to assume characteristics and capabilities that the interface simply doesn’t have. Alex is basically having an argument with Siri here. I guess neither Alex nor Kara have been able to really express their emotions regarding their unusual situation in any other environment due to the demands of keeping Kara’s secret, so maybe working through their feelings with a less-than-responsive AI is better than bottling everything up. It’s a bit like journaling, but out loud and with a lot more security.  Does the DEO have psychologists/therapists on staff?

LOL at Melissa Benoist as J’onn as Kara trying to have an emotional reaction to Adam. 

Good episode, some good character background/development.

S1E14 “Truth, Justice, and the American Way”:

“I thought masks were only big in that other city” sounds very different after the last two years.

Fight choreography with chains is a nice change of pace.

No offense intended to Peter Facinelli who is playing “smarmy cynical asshole” very effectively, but while he doesn’t actively bore me, Maxwell Lord is not a character I enjoy watching even in a love-to-hate way.  The idea of him disappearing and everyone running around trying to deal with it (and him not being onscreen for it) was very intriguing. 

Why is she wearing her glasses like this?  The earpieces are nowhere near her ears:

S1E15 “Solitude”:

The volume of trash that Kara and friends must throw out from takeout food orders kind of bugs me.  At least Siobhan brought Cat’s coffee in a washable mug. 

Cat starts talking directly to the TV screens.  Does that imply that she knows there are cameras or other communication devices somewhere near her that can transmit her voice to the hacker?

James/Lucy: this is excruciating.  Please let them break up and then do anything except talk about being in a relationship with each other.  

“Python 6 malware encryption″ ok if you say so.

Kara has some learning to do when it comes to applying power.

[refinedbuffoonery]

Flawless (4)

masterlist. 

Content Warning: swearing, violence, sex, PTSD

Short update this week! I just started a new semester, and I’m taking a maximum credit load, so it’s very possible that a) there won’t be an update next weekend b) updates will be every other weekend instead of every weekend for a while. We’ll see how it goes. Thank you so much for all your love and support!

*****

Riley woke to Kalei’s lips on the back of her neck. “Good morning,” she hummed. 

“Morning, gorgeous.” Kalei’s hands explored Riley’s body as he spooned her, slowly waking her nerves with each touch. Eventually touching turned to kissing, kissing to making out, and making out to bodies writhing between the sheets and loud moans echoing throughout the apartment. 

Riley couldn’t remember the last time she had a one night stand this good. Maybe never. 

When they finally parted, Riley pulled on a black silk robe and headed to the kitchen to make coffee for them both while Kalei showered. 

She nearly had a heart attack when she realized she wasn’t alone. Desi sat on one of the barstools looking pissed as hell, and Riley instantly regretted ever giving that woman a key. “How long have you been here?” she demanded. 

“Too long.” 

“Pervert.” Riley turned her back on her unwelcome guest and resumed her coffee mission. 

“I take it you had fun last night,” Desi said coolly. “Considering you brought it home with you.” 

“I did.” Riley smirked. “Coffee?” Desi shook her head. 

Before she could say anything else, Riley’s fun entered the kitchen. “Oh,” Kalei said, noticing Desi. “Am I interrupting something?” 

“Nope,” Riley said sweetly at the same time Desi growled, “Yes.” 

Kalei’s gaze flicked between the two women, clearly confused about where to go from here. “Uhh—” 

“Why don’t you give us a minute.” Desi gave him an icy smile. 

Riley whirled on her friend, glaring. “You don’t tell him what to do. He is my guest. You, on the other hand, are not.” 

Hands raised in surrender, Kalei backed off anyway, stuttering, “I’m gonna go.” He made a beeline for the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. 

“You didn’t have to be so rude.”  

“You know why I’m here?” Desi snapped. 

Riley sighed, crossing her arms. “Why?” 

“Because I got home from work at three in the morning and found Nikki in my bed, with my girlfriend. And then I got in trouble for waking them up because apparently, Nikki had just calmed down from her rage fit because you ditched everyone during your little girls’ night!” 

Taking a sip of her coffee to hide her annoyance, Riley replied, “Nikki literally watched me buy a new box of condoms when we went shopping the other day. She shouldn’t be surprised.” 

Desi rolled her eyes. “She’s not mad about you hooking up with some guy, you idiot. She’s mad because you were supposed to be showing the new girl the ropes and then you just left. I suggest you put on your big girl pants and apologize before Nikki decides to replace you.” 

“She can’t.” Riley leaned back against the counter. “The Five Eyes are my team.” 

Desi raised an eyebrow. “With that attitude? Not for much longer.” 

“So what, you’re here just to scold me like you’re my mom?” 

“No. I’m here because I’m your friend, and because everyone else thinks you need to be knocked off your high horse.” 

A beat. “And you? What do you think?” 

“I think you need help. I think prison affected you way more than you’re letting on, and I think you still hold a grudge against Nikki for getting you arrested in the first place, whether you realize it or not.” 

Riley was silent. If those words had come from anyone else, she would’ve been seeing red, but it was different coming from Desi. There was more...weight to them. More truth. Desi wasn’t the most forthcoming person in the world, but she also wasn’t a liar. 

“Okay,” Riley said slowly. “What do you suggest I do about it?” 

“Talk to someone. Preferably a therapist.” Desi sighed. “But if that’s too scary, you can start by talking to me. I’ve been where you are.” 

“What are you talking about? You’ve never been convicted for any of your crimes.” 

“I’m talking about PTSD, Riley. I have it, and I’m willing to bet you do too.” 

Riley caught her shoulders caving in and quickly straightened up. Don’t show weakness, she reminded herself. “You don’t talk about it.” 

“I talk about it with Sam.” 

It was Riley’s turn to roll her eyes. “Whatever,” she snarked.  

“It’s not whatever, and you know it.” 

Riley was over this conversation. “Can I get back to the very hot man in my bed now?” 

Desi almost looked sad as she stood. “Please, just...think about what I said.” She walked out the door without another word, leaving Riley with nothing but Desi’s echoing words as company.

*****

Riley sat across from Jill on her couch, laptop mirroring the schematics of the Louvre onto the T.V. Slouched into the black leather cushions, Riley’s casual posture didn't match the way her eyes narrowed as she studied the screen. It looked like she was pouting, but Riley didn’t care. Beside her, Jill did the opposite—sitting up straight, eyes calmly taking in the information on the screen. 

"How would you do it?" Riley asked. 

"Huh?"

Riley turned her attention to Jill. "If you were planning to rob the most secure museum in the world, how would you do it?" 

Jill pursed her lips, thinking. She stood, stepping closer to the T.V. "I would do it on a crowded day for more cover. The bigger the crowd, the better. And I wouldn't take something crazy famous that people would immediately realize was missing.” I wouldn’t take the French Crown Jewels, she clearly meant. Riley ignored the implied questioning of her judgement, giving Jill a free pass, but only because she was new. 

“Go on,” Riley urged. 

“The way I see it, there’s two ways we could do this. The first way, we do it in broad daylight, disguised as employees. Make up some documentation that the item needs to be moved for some reason. By the time someone figures us out, we’ll be long gone.” 

Not bad, Riley thought. But she knew firsthand that Jill’s plan wasn’t as easy as she made it sound. “And the other way?”

“Cut the power, create chaos, grab it and run.” 

A small grin curved Riley’s lips. “I like your style.” A plan started to form in her mind. Cutting the power would not only provide darkness as a cover, but it would also disable all of the security systems in place. All they’d have to do is get out unseen before the power was restored. 

“So how do we put the jewels on the black market?” Jill asked, sitting back down. “It seems to me that we might as well just tattoo ‘I did it’ onto our foreheads if we’re going to be that obvious.” 

Riley smirked. “Don’t worry about that. I can keep us completely anonymous. We’ll get our money with no one the wiser.” 

Crossing one leg under her, Jill said, “So you really don’t have an ulterior motive, do you? This is just plain old doing crime for money.” She fidgeted with the hem of her jeans as she spoke. 

“Yep. I like it that way. All I have to lose is a shit ton of money I don’t need.” 

“But if you’re the insanely talented hacker Nikki said you are, then why don’t you work for the government or something?” She pushed up her oversized glasses. “Why not use your skills for good?” 

“I have no interest in wasting my life behind a desk.” 

Pressing on, she said, “Then become a spy or something. I’m pretty sure the CIA hires nerds like you.” Eyes widening, Jill realized her mistake as soon as the words left her lips. 

“Nerds like me, huh?” Riley toyed, enjoying Jill’s discomfort. The blonde’s confidence was always so short-lived. “I’m just a common criminal,” Riley said in a low, confident tone. “I get my rush from stealing stuff. Do you know where the CIA gets it’s rush?” Jill shook her head. “From toppling foreign governments and premeditated murder.” A pause. “I’m a lot of things, Jill Morgan, but a murderer is not one of them.” 

Jill seemed to think it over for a few seconds before murmuring, “You might not be a murderer, but you are anything but a common criminal, Riley Davis.” 

Silence. 

The moment passed, and Jill looked more confused than ever. Riley fed her empty answer after empty answer, but it seemed the new recruit saw right through her facade to the impenetrable wall between the real Riley and the world. For a long time, that wall was her only source of safety, and Riley wasn’t too keen on taking it down. Especially not with someone new.

Clearly Jill hadn’t figured that out yet. “What am I missing?” she probed. Jill studied Riley like she could see right through the wall if she just looked hard enough. Riley didn’t like it. “I know why I’m here. You’re still trying to decide whether to trust me.” She paused. “But what you haven’t done is give me a reason to trust you.” 

“You trust Nikki,” Riley said matter of factly. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” 

“That’s true. But Nikki isn’t the one walking around like the living embodiment of a loaded gun.” Riley arched a brow in challenge, and surprisingly, Jill didn’t back down this time. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out you’ve been gone for a while, and I bet your friend leaving the team had something to do with that. So tell me, what am I missing?” 

Sucking her teeth, Riley shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

With way more authority than she actually had, Jill said, “I’m going to refill my water bottle, and when I get back I expect an explanation.” 

“And when you don’t get said explanation?” 

“Then I will walk out that door and rat you all out to my friends at LAPD.” Taken aback by the threat, Riley said nothing. The coldness in Jill’s eyes and the set of her jaw made Riley think she wasn’t bluffing. Riley managed to school her face into neutrality, but her hand twitched, and Jill saw it. And suddenly they both knew Riley was backed into a corner she couldn’t get out of—not without this becoming very messy, anyway. 

Perhaps she had misjudged Jill completely. 

The thirty seconds it took Jill to fill her water wasn’t enough time for Riley to improvise her escape. Begrudgingly, she settled for the truth. “You want to know where I’ve been? Fine. I was in prison for the last two years. I’ve been out for almost a week.” 

“Why.” It was more of a demand than a question.

“During our last job, Nikki and Leanna—who you’re replacing—got caught. I bailed them out. Everyone else made it out just fine, and I got arrested.” 

Jill’s expression softened. “You sacrificed yourself for them,” she said, almost in awe. “Do you regret it?” 

Riley swallowed. Her pre-prison self would’ve rescued her friends—her family—every time, without a second thought. But after prison...she would rather die than go back. Jill looked at her expectantly, awaiting an answer. 

Telling Jill wasn’t the same as telling the others. She’s practically a stranger. But the others...telling them would make it all real. So in a rare moment of honesty, Riley finally admitted, “Sometimes.” 

A beat. “Thank you for telling me.” 

The air was thick with the murky truth Riley had revealed—and the implications that went with it. Confessing didn’t make her feel any better. Mostly Riley just felt like she’d lost something she could never get back. 

“So in a big crowd, huh?” Riley said to break the tension. 

The unreadable expression lingered for a moment before Jill finally looked away with a muttered “Uh, yeah.” She mindlessly pushed up her glasses with her middle finger. A nervous habit, Riley realized. Jill babbled, “I heard that some designer is renting the Louvre for an afterparty during Fashion Week. Apparently they’re unveiling some diamond and sapphire jewelry set at the party, in the same room that holds the French Crown Jewels. I think that it’s super tacky comparing something new to something so old and beautiful, but supposedly the new jewels are worth millions.” 

A thought began forming in Riley’s head. “How many million?” 

“Hundreds.” 

Nodding her approval, Riley said, “That’s not a bad idea, Blondie.” 

Jill seemed almost comically lost. “Idea?” she questioned. “What idea?” 

“Since you all hated my crown jewels plan, why don’t we get the next best thing?” 

Her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh.” 

Riley asked, “Where did you hear about the party anyway?” Jill chewed her lower lip, hesitating, but Riley didn’t have much patience these days. “Well?” she demanded. 

“Nikki.” 

Of course that’s who she heard it from. Nikki kept up with the fashion industry like her life depended on it. “I see,” Riley said. So much for escaping awkward conversations. 

“You should talk to her,” Jill blurted. “I know things are weird between you right now, but they won’t get better by doing nothing.” 

Riley hated how small her voice sounded when she whispered, “I know.”

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[duskwoodloversblog]

JessyxMaleMC

I got to Duskwood just a week ago,my mission is to find Hannah and return her to her friends and family safely,I knew it wouldn't be easy but what I didn't know was that it would be this hard,and without Jake it's even harder,he gave me a lot of useful informations which I could use but now I'm totally lost the only one who's giving me strength to go on,to keep looking for Hannah is Jessy.She is the only person I can trust in the whole group.I know she didn't co-operate with me at first because normally,she was just scared but then it was like she was helping me more than anyone else.She trusted me from the start,and never ever doubted me like everyone else.

(Mike was thinking about all this while sitting on the chair and drinking coffee, it's pretty early in the morning)

I had just woken up from sleep after having a terrible nightmare,and then I checked my phone and saw Jessy's text which said,"Good morning Mike!!!❤️ text me when you wake up!!!" And this text made me forget about the nightmare,and all the negative thoughts.

I got up from bed and made a mug of coffee and started texting her.

"Hey Jessy!!Good morning 💖"

She got online immediately and replied,

"Heey!!!did you sleep well?!"

I don't want to worry her so I said,"Yes of course,I slept great,thank you for asking."

"Soooo,do you remember about our date yesterday?how did you like it?😊💞" How can I not like the time I spent with you?

"There's no way I'm ever going to forget that wonderful date😉❤️" I reply.

Jessy:Aww❤️ok I'll text you in a bit Richy is coming 😶"

"Ok ok,take care and stay safe,bye"

I feel way better after talking to her,now I'm going to look in to all the clues I have until now and try to figure out the answer to this big mystery.

Any if this doesn't make any sense, first of all why was Hannah depressed? everyone said that she was a cheerful and happy person,then was there a sad and depressed girl behind that happy face?

And secondly,who is this Jennifer? what's the connection?I don't understand any of this yet but I have to keep going.

(Mike's phone vibrates,he checks his phone and it's a text from Cleo)

Cleo:Hey,do you have any new leads?

Mike:I'm trying to find one but it seems like this man without a face guy is a professional.

Cleo:Oh...are we not going to find Hannah?

Mike:We are!!!I promise, please just hold on a little bit,we are very close to finding her ok?

Cleo:Ok,let me know if you need any kind of help.

Mike:Will do

I know I'm saying I'm going to find Hannah but how?when? Where?I don't know

(It's almost evening,Mike is still investigating on the pictures he got from Hannah's cloud, he's reading chats to get any kind of hints and trying everything in his power to find Hannah)

Mike was going through Hannah's call list and suddenly he gets a call, it's from Jessy.

He smiles and picks up the call but he wasn't prepared for what happened next.It wasn't Jessy's voice,it was a scary and dark voice and he didn't need much time to understand that it was actually the man without a face.

"I have Hannah,and now I'm taking this sweet little girlfriend too,I told you to stop interfering on other people's businesses but you didn't listen to me,you chose to still go on but your choices have consequences and now it's your time to suffer"

Oh my....no no no no,Jessy is not going to suffer because of something I did!!!I'm not going to let anything happen to her.

"If you dare to hurt her no one can spare you from me!!!" Mike says over the phone.

"Oh yes?ok let's see" say the man without a face and after like 4 seconds Mike heard a scream,he knows that voice.... It's Jessy.

"Do you still think you can threat me?" He asks Mike.

"It was me who's still trying to find Hannah not her,she has nothing to do with all of this please her her go!!!you want me right?take me but not her." Now Mike says in a request voice.He hears a malicious laugher.

"If you want to see Jessy and Hannah alive then come here" TMWF says.

"And where is here??" Mike says desperately and the phone hangs up.

No no,this can't be happening!!!I can't lose Jessy.

Mike gets a notification, it's a text from an unknown number, it's an address to who knows where? it's saying routes.

"I know this is dangerous and might be a trap but I have to do something,I can't let anything happen to Jessy or Hannah because of me" Mike says to himself.

I'm going to this address this tonight,and I'm going to save my Jessy and also Hannah from that monster.

Mike is getting ready,he wears a black jacket and jeans,takes his phone and gets out of his house and starts to do as the text says.and finally he reaches the forest.

But that's not it after reaching the forest he gets another call from another number,so he picks it up.

"I didn't think you'd come this soon,I wasn't prepared to treat another guest of mine yet,but since you're already here go straight and take right and then count 100 steps"

The call drops, Mike starts to follow the instructions again.

"I'm not going to back off now,today I'm going to end this once and for all" He reaches the place but he doesn't see anything it's just thousands of old trees and bushes.

Mike hears sounds coming from behind him,he looks behind and sees his worst nightmare,TMWF holding a gun on Jessy's head and Hannah is all tied up.

"What do you want??why are you doing this? what's your intention???" Mike asks out of anger.

"I don't think you should be the one who's supposed to be questioning right now now,am I right or am I right?" He says

Jessy:MIKE!!Are you stupid??why did you come here? he's going to kill you please run away!!NOW!!!

"Im not going to leave you here alone with him ok?I'm going to be ok and so are you and so is Hannah." Mike replies.

"Wow,I like your confidence" TMWF says.

He repeats,"let's see who wins,you or me?" He loads his gun and starts to count.

"5....4....3....2..." TMWF was about to say 1 but someone knows him down from behind with a bat. Mike says "And there goes 1,this was for trying to hurt Jessy and kidnapping Hannah"

Mike goes to Jessy and Jessy hugs him tightly immediately

"I was so scared,I thought he would kill me,and I would never be able to talk to you again" Jessy says while crying hysterically.

Mike replies,"No one can hurt you while I'm here ok?I'm not going to let anything happen to you,I promise sweetie"

"But...you were there,how did you get here?" She now looks at Mike confused.

Mike laughs and replies,"It was actually Richy,I made a mask of my face and asked Richy to join me,he was distracting TMWF and I silently came here and you saw what happened next" Mike winks at her.

They see Hannah and Richy standing a few feets away from them.

Jessy and Mike goes to Hannah and Richy.Jessy hugs Hannah,Mike says "it's great to see you Hannah, finally,but we have to take care of this Monster."

Everyone agrees so they go to him and takes down his mask turns out... it's actually Hannah's doctor, Doctor Ulric Barret.

They tie him up and hands him to the police.

From the police,they get to know that Dr.Ulric Barret was doing some illegal work and Hannah found it out and that's why he kidnapped Hannah and pretended to be the legend of Duskwood "The man without a face".

Finally the nightmare is over,Hannah is with her boyfriend, sister and friends and Mike's mission is fulfilled,Jessy is alright,what else could he ask for?

Thomas held a part in his house to celebrate,and Mike was obviously the chief guest.

Mike talked to Thomas,Cleo,and Richy and of course with Hannah,she explained that she was actually trying to send Thomas Jake's number but accidentally she sent Mike's,she apologizes because of her he had to go through so much.Then,Jessy comes and Mike immediately walks to her.

"I was waiting for you,why did you come so late?" He asks Jessy.

"Well... first of all,I was getting ready properly,how do I look?"

"Just like a goddess like always" Mike replies leaving Jessy blush like crazy.

"Hey..I wanted to say thank you for saving my life Mike.. Really." She says looking into Mike's eyes.

"I didn't save yours,I saved mine" Mike replies winking,which makes Jessy laugh.

"Sooooo,now that everything is over,are you going back to your town?far from here?" Jessy asks hesitating.

"Yes,I was planning on booking a plane ticket tonight,but then...I changed my plan a little bit"

"I seeee...so what's your plan now?" Jessy asks curioused.

"I plan on staying with you,here in Duskwood." Mike says putting Jessy's beautiful red lock of hair behind her ear.

"Really??why would you do that?" She asks with a puppy face.

"Because...." Mike pulls Jessy closer to him and kisses her.

"Because,I love you Jessy Hawkins" Mike says looking at her smiling.

Jessy hugs him and says,"I love you too!!!"

The end❤️❤️❤️

Hope you guys enjoyed reading it,I'm so sorry if there was any mistakes, please ignore them,Thank you so so so much for reading😊😊😊

@hacked-by-jake @hacker-ghost @jakefromduskwood @jakeduskwood @duskwood-fandom @duskwoodaestfan @duskwoodraven @nerdinthecorner

[ikenbar]

Mr Love: Ike’s Choice CH 5 PT 1

Author’s Note:

Chapter five baby!! This is gonna be a fun one!! It is chock-full of fluff, angst, adventure, and thickening plot!! Only the best for Ikamara’s story B) I plan on taking lines straight from the game in this story. Normally I would make annotations but, after rereading the parts I have done that with, I have noticed that they can distract from the story. And because I have a lot of lines from the game in the coming chapters, I am just going to put the reference to the stages in the warning. If you have a problem with this, send me a message! Though I do write Ikamara’s story for myself, I also want to make the experience as pleasurable for any one reading as possible.

Thank you so much for the love and support for my story! Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here and would like to be familiar with the story!! :D

Enjoy Chapter Five!! :D

- Ike ‘n Bar Productions

Warnings: Words taken directly from Stage 8-1 from the game Mr. Love: A Queen’s Choice, there is also FLUFF!!!, sad children, ~✨🌈Gayness🌈✨~, and plot development that makes you  beg for more but are sadly left on yet aNOTHER cliffhanger :D

Prologue:

>>

The man in the white lab coat walked behind Marie as they made their way back down that familiarly dank hallway. They were quiet but that didn’t mean Marie would have it any other way. From all the medical talk and strange languages they spoke, silence seemed like the only thing she could understand anymore. 

They came to a stop in front of a door. He opened it and gestured for Marie to go in. She timidly did so, allowing him to close it shut behind her and lock it. It was a simple room with two beds. Not much there but it was enough. 

In one of the beds sat Marie’s roommate, and best friend. Normally the girl would be smiling and greet Marie with open arms, but today, she was just sitting on the bed, crying. Immediately, Marie ran to her side.

“What’s wrong?” Marie’s squeaky voice made the girl jump. She hurriedly wiped her eyes.

“Nothing.” The girl mumbled.

“Oh come on.” Marie jumped onto the bed and next to the girl, “You can’t say that right after wiping away tears.”

“...it’s just that.” The girl slowly began, “...I’m tired of the testing. I’d just wish they’d stop pricking us with those needles. You’re so lucky. Your skin is so thick, you don’t need needles.”

“Nah, I still get the needles.” Marie kicked her feet over the bed and kept her eyes on the ground, “I just have a special kind that's bigger.” The girl sighed and leaned on her shoulder.

“I just feel so…” The girl started, gesturing her hands uselessly, “... not safe.” Marie tensed slightly.

“You shouldn’t.” She said, making the girl look up at her, “You’ve got me! I will always protect you.” The girl smiled weakly.

“You promise?” She asked. Marie nodded seriously as she drew an ‘x’ on over her heart.

“Cross my heart.” She smiled. The girl sat up and threw her arms around Marie. Marie reciprocated the hug, making the girl laugh. The girls held their hug, indulging in the security of it.

“When we get out,” The girl said softly, “and we are no longer in danger, will you still protect me?" Marie held the little girl closer to her.

“Youri,” Marie said the girl’s name seriously, “There won’t be a moment where I will leave your side.”

>>

Chapter five:

Part one:

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I waited anxiously in my seat, tapping the mug of coffee in my hand. Youran and I had spent the past week talking and getting to know each other. In fact, there wasn't a day that had passed that we didn't talk. It surprised me how easy it was to talk with her. It was like we had clicked, becoming friends almost instantly. Almost as if we had already been friends before.

 I had even told Youran about my family. Though I addressed them as my biological family instead of my foster family. I didn’t want her asking questions about my life as a foster child. Not because I didn’t want to answer them but because I knew that, if she asked, I would tell her everything.

 It was strange to me. Never in my life had I been so open to anyone like that. It was almost suspicious. But every time I spoke to Youran, the suspicions left my mind. I would get this immense calm all over my body. It was something I had never experienced before. Something only she could give me.

But the suspicions and doubts were back. I met this woman while I'm being targeted and I just trusted her?! Just like that?! Plus, wasn't it weird that I feel so strange around her? Not to mention I had dreams about her right before meeting her! Could she have been someone from my past? Someone that wants me dead? One thing was for sure, waiting for her was a dumb idea. Especially if it meant potentially getting hurt. I still hadn't healed fully from Montu's attack last week. Waiting there like a sitting duck was a terrible way to get killed.

As I moved to stand from my seat, a chime came from the front door, making me look up. Youran pushed through the door, clearly in distress. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail that fell just above a vibrant sundress that brought out her light brown eyes. She seemed to have put on some light makeup as well, my eyes being drawn to her flushed cheeks and glossy lips.

 Panting slightly, Youran scanned the café until her eyes landed on mine. She smiled brightly. And, just like that, my suspicions vanished once again as that calm hit me like a truck. She came running over to me. "Ike!" Youran threw her arms around me, nearly toppling me over, "I hope you weren’t waiting long! I am so sorry I'm late. I slept through my alarm."

“It’s no problem.” I patted her head gently, “It happens. Besides, I... just got here. So you’re fine.”

“Great!” Youran jumped back and clapped her hands together, “Give me one second to order a drink then we can start hanging out!” I smiled and nodded. Hanging out? What are we, teenagers… she sure made me feel that way. 

Youran smile brightened in return. She turned on her heel and hurried to the front counter. I watched her as she left. She looked cute with her hair up like-

I shook my head and dropped that stupid absent minded smile. What am I doing? Wasn’t I about to leave?! I cursed under my breath and held a hand up to my mouth. She did it to me again! How does she just change me like that? There has got to be a malice reason behind it…

After a moment’s hesitation, I stole another glance at Youran. She was looking at the menu intently, tapping her chin with her finger thoughtfully.

… Well... since I'm already here…

I took my seat again, sighing as I picked up my now cold, and nearly empty, cup of coffee. After waiting a minute longer, Youran came running back to the table. “Ok!” She said, taking a seat in front of me, “How are you?”

She seems so happy to see me...

“I’m good.” I smiled, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” She giggled, “Having coffee together was such a great idea! I feel like we only know each other through a phone screen.” I hummed in agreement as a barista walked over to us.

“Refill, mam?” She asked me politely. I looked at Youran.

“... Yeah.” I sighed, lifting my cup to her, “Fill ‘er up.” The barista complied. Once she had left, I sparked a conversation, "How’s the company, Youran?”

“Excellent thanks to your help.” Youran sighed, “Victor had little to nothing to correct from the report, all thanks to your edits. Of course, he guessed almost immediately that you had been the reason behind it.”

“Yeah, Victor’s smart like that.” I sighed, spinning my newly filled cup of coffee absentmindedly.

“What about you?” Youran leaned on the table and looked at me expectantly, “How’s Ike ‘n Bar Productions?”

“Not bad. We actually start filming a new tv show today. Bart’s already heading over now to scope it out.”

“Ooo! Nice! Who’s the cast?” Youran egged.

“Nope.” I deadpanned, “Not revealing anything until it airs.” I looked up from my cup and caught Youran glaring at me. She had her cheeks puffed out and her bottom lip over lapping the top one. I smirked. She was so cute when she was angry. “Alright, alright. You can come to the viewing party.”

“Really??” Youran beamed, making the pout I saw a distant memory.

“Yeah.” I sighed,  “Why not?” Youran cheered and clapped her hands, sending a warm feeling in my chest.

“Oh! But watch out! You may not be able to get through the production so easily!” Youran’s voice sounded like she was telling a ghost story. She added her fingers waving in the air for extra spooky flavor. I arched my eyebrow.

“What makes you say that?” I asked, amused by her childish behavior. Youran leaned forward slightly and spoke in a harsh whisper, “Did you hear about that hacker that has been attacking the web?” My brows furrowed slightly. A widespread internet paralysis broke out in Loveland that week. It affected all websites in the city. On every homepage there was a signature by a hacker named ‘Key.’ “Apparently, there was word of the hacker affecting cell phones as well.” Youran continued, “Hacking into your phone and stealing emails and personal information.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hogwash.” I sighed, “It’s just people speculating and stirring up a commotion. Don’t think about it too much.” Youran nodded and took a sip from her drink. Though she agreed with me, I could still see worry knitted in her eyebrows. I instinctively reached out and brushed them. Youran looked at me surprised. I felt my face flush as I quickly retracted my hand. 

“Sorry.” I stammered, covering my face with my hand, “You just… You have nothing to worry about. So you shouldn’t hold your face like that.”

“I don’t?” Youran asked, innocently.

“Of course not.” I said simply, avoiding eye contact and looking back into my cup, “Like I said, this is all speculation. This ‘Key’ is probably trying to make a name for himself. Pushing however hard he can to get people to notice him. You’ll be ok.”

“...And ...If I’m not?” Youran asked sheepishly.

“I’ll protect you.”

 I froze. Those words fell from my mouth without me realizing it. They came so easily to me. As if I had said it a million times to her before...

Youran placed a hand on top of mine. I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly at me.

“Thank you.” She said, softly. Her eyes sparkled, showing me she meant her thanks. I looked down. Her hands are so cold… I twisted my hand to hold Youran’s. “... Did you get your nails done?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah!” Youran shone brightly as she leaned forward, “I had them draw little pandas on them! Aren’t they cute??”

“Adorable.” I ran my thumb over her nails gently, a soft smile settling on my face, “Adri has been wanting to get her nails done. You’ll have to tell me the name of the place you went to.”

“Oh! How is Adri doing?” Youran asked, pulling her hand away to clap her hands together, “Wasn’t today her first day at her new highschool?” I opened my mouth but was cut off by a buzzing that came from my blazer pocket. I pulled out my phone and looked at the collar ID. Ho boy. “ Speak of the devil.” I looked up to Youran, “Do you mind?” She shook her head and smiled politely. I thanked her and stood up.. after making sure I was out of earshot, I answered the call.

“Speaking.” I said resoundly.

“Hello?” The principal of Loveland Lake High, Mr. Olson answered seriously. He still sounded the same as he did when I attended that school, if not a little more warily, “Is this Ike?”

“What did Sam do now?” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Mr. Olson chuckled, “Ah, about that. It isn’t Sam I’m calling for this time. It’s Adrienne.” I froze.

“What happened?”

“Our new student was called to my office for cursing at her teacher and starting a riot in the classroom.” I groaned, “She has been suspended starting immediately. I tried calling Maria and Bart but neither of them picked up.”

“Maria is at a doctor’s appointment for Lola and Bart is at a shoot that I have to meet him at in less than an hour.” I checked my watch. “Are you sure Adri has to start today? Can’t she just sit in the corner and think about what she has done?”

“I’m afraid not.” Mr. Olson chuckled. I sighed and held my face in my hand.

“...fine. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Ike. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. Adri on the other hand will be receiving a solid talking to that may make her into a saint…. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone and growled to myself as I walked back into the cafe. “I’m afraid I’ll have to go.” I said as I approached Youran, “I have to go pick up my sister early from school.”

“Oh no.” Youran’s smile fell into a look of worry, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” I grumbled, stretching my jaw to stop it from clenching, “My sister is just a jerk to the underpaid.” I sighed, “The school is fifteen minutes away. By the time I pick her up and take her home, I’ll have to go to a shoot. I’m really sorry.” Youran shook her head and smiled at me.

“It’s nothing you couldn’t help. I understand.” She said this with a sweet smile but there was no denying the disappointment behind her eyes. I clenched my hands into fists inside my pockets. It felt as if I had a string attached to my chest that prevented me from just leaving Youran there, making it nearly impossible to leave her side.

“... Do you have plans for dinner tonight?” Youran looked shocked by my sudden question.

“No!” She answered quickly.

“Good. Don’t make any. We can finish chatting then. And it’ll be on me. To make up for bailing today.”

“But I was late!” Youran quickly jumped to stop me, “I’ll pay!”

“I really didn’t care that you were late. I can-”

“But I do!” Youran puffed out her cheeks stubbornly. Though normally, the stubbornness of others angered me, she still somehow pulled a smile out of me.

 “Fine. You can give me a ride there to make up for your tardiness. How does that sound?” I asked, lightly arching my brows. Youran nodded, her smile returning. “Good. I’ll text you the location of the shoot and you can pick me up from there.”

“Right!” Youran said, determinately. 

“See you tonight then.” I said. I hesitated a moment, then gave her a quick pat on the head. Youran giggled, bringing a sharp blush to my cheeks. Not willing to let her see it, I quickly started walking to the door.

“See you!” She said, waving to me as I left. I waved back as I pushed through the door, making the chimes tinkle melodiously. I felt a warm smile spread across my cheeks as I walked to the car. Youran was so sweet and caring to me. It was a kind of warmth I hadn’t felt since... My smile fell slightly. 

… I have never felt that kind of sweetness before... 

Why did it seem so familiar?

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