#what did you say about the zodiac killer being a woman?

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Nothing is Accidental | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: You usual Criminal Minds crimes

Author's note: This is a rewrite of the Season 7 Episode "True Genius".

Words: 3.342

Being a last year student at the San Francisco Police Department Academy had been a thrill. You had been dreaming about this since you were just a kid, wanting to step into your mother’s shoes. She had been the captain at the San Francisco Police Department since you knew what it meant. Her death caused you to up that dream to make her proud. Losing her made you want to become a detective even more. 

When you heard there was a conference hosted by Patricia Cornwell, you knew you had to attend. Her books weren’t the only ones on your shelves, but they took up a lot of space. Luckily, you didn’t have any classes all day. 

As Patricia wrapped up her talk, she turned to the guy sitting next to her and introduced him as Dr. Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. He was tall and awkward and he had the sort of face that one could stare at for hours on end and not get bored. Even from your seat in the room, you were able to memorize every single aspect of his face. 

After Dr. Spencer Reid, came Agent Emily Prentiss. Though she was interesting too, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes trained on her co-worker who had retaken his seat. You wanted to talk to him, pick his overly genius brain. Whatever he would have to say would captivate you to no end. 

At the very end of the conference, people crowded around Agent Prentiss to ask her everything they needed to know. However, no one did the same to Dr. Reid. Watching him squirm and awkwardly twist and turn hurt your heart. Before you even dared to walk up to him, he scurried out of the door. With furrowed brows, you quickly follow behind him, just to find him talking to someone else. 

From a distance, you watched as Dr. Reid talked to the young man. He looked excited to talk to him, his smile never wavering right up until the end when the guy said his goodbye. Spencer’s smile vanished from his face. 

“Hi, Dr. Reid,” you finally dared to go up to him. 

The smile reappeared, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was just trying to be polite to you. “Hi.” 

“I– uhm,” You stuttered, nervous as you saw the color of his eyes up close. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, student at the SFPD Academy and I–” You scoffed at your own awkwardness. “I just thought you – what you said up there was really interesting.” 

“Oh,” Spencer chuckled, the light in his eyes returning. “Thank you.” 

A moment passed as the two of you just watched one another, smiles persistent on your faces. Neither of you said anything up until the point where Agent Prentiss exited the conference room. “Hey,” she greeted. 

You offered Emily a smile before turning back to Spencer. “I-I gotta go. It was nice to meet you.” 

“Yeah, you too,” said Spencer before watching you walk away after a quick bid of goodbye to Emily. 

“Who was that?” Emily asked, her eyes trained on Spencer’s furiously blushing face as he was still looking at you. 

He pressed his lips together. “Uhm, y/n y/l/n. She’s a student at the San Francisco Police Academy.” 

Emily hummed suspiciously, regarding her co-worker to find any trace of infatuation for the woman he’d just met. Though all she found was confusion, worry and a tiny bit of curiosity. She wasn’t even too sure where the first two emotions came from. 

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The words he said during the conference and the bright honey-colored eyes haunted you with everything you did. Even the world didn’t allow you to forget him as his face was on your tv-screen as you were cleaning up your apartment. 

“Was your cousin by chance a fan of Wagner?” Spencer asked the man who was informing reporters about his cousin being the new Zodiac Killer. “Because a CD of the Tragic Overture was sent to the police this morning.” 

You furrowed your brows. “Come on, Spencer, you know better than that,” you mumbled, confused about how a genius like him could mix that up. 

The man on TV nodded his head. “He loved Wagner, especially the Tragic Overture. It’s him.” 

Spencer quickly pushed the man aside so he was now standing in front of the camera. “Oh, yeah. Well, for the record, a CD was not sent to the police this morning, and the Tragic Overture was written by Brahms, not Wagner. So luckily, I guess it’s not your cousin.” You let out a snort. Of course he knew that. “The FBI would greatly appreciate it if people would stop making false claims to get their fifteen minutes of fame. Thank you. Thank you very much.” 

Chuckling, you shake your head and continue cleaning up your apartment. Once you were done, you got ready and headed out to the coffee shop near the Academy, something you did almost every day before afternoon classes. 

“A tall caramel macchiato with soy milk, please,” you ordered with a smile and thanked the barista once you were given your coffee. As you turned around, your eyes landed on the mop of curls you’d seen just the day before. You tilted your head slightly as you approached him cautiously, uncertain if it actually was him. “Dr. Reid?” 

The man looked up at you from the papers in front of him, his honey-colored eyes sparkling as they landed on you. “Hi, y/n.”

“What are you doing?” 

He chuckled and looked down at the paper again. “Working on a case,” he mumbled. 

“The Zodiac thing, right?” he nodded his head. “Saw you on the TV this morning. It made me wonder how you could get Wagner and Brahms so mixed up.” 

Another chuckle rolled off his lips until something popped into his mind. “Hey, do you know anything about code?” 

“Uh, yeah, a little,” you murmured before accepting his wordless invitation to sit down. He slid the paper in front of you, showing off the spam comment underneath the article that had contained a matrix code which had led them to nothing. Your eyes scanned the comment for any clue until something in your mind clicked. Quickly, before you could lose it, you reached for the pen in Spencer’s hand, your fingers brushing his. You decided to ignore the feeling of the sparks at your touch and went to work. “It’s not a matrix code, it’s binary. I-It was written in the words, not the code.” 

You showed him what you’d come up with, his eyes lighting up in surprise as he read over it. “China Weekly Post, Page F4.” 

“This guy is smart,” you commented, leaving Spencer to wonder whether you were talking about him or the UnSub. You watched Emily walk into the cafe, telling you it was time to go. “I-I gotta go. Got a class in five minutes.” You quickly scribbled down your number on the top of the page. With furrowed brows, Spencer looked up at you in confusion. “Nothing’s accidental,” you whispered before turning on your heel and leaving the coffee shop with an acknowledging nod towards Emily. 

“She’s a genius,” you heard Spencer mutter to his co-worker. 

A slight blush resided on your cheeks as you made your way to class. All the way through, you couldn’t stop thinking about the case. Your brain only picked up a few of the things your professor was telling the class. Coincidentally, you were covering the Zodiac Killer case as the professor saw it fit with what had been happening. 

Nothing is accidental, the words kept rushing through your mind. Even though it was a throwaway comment you said to Spencer, it still held some truth to this case. Your professor repeated those words throughout the class and it made you realize that nothing was accidental in this case, either. 

Just as you made your way towards your next class, your phone started ringing. The number flashed on your screen, telling you it was someone you hadn’t saved in your phone. Confused about the flutter in your stomach, you picked up quickly. “Hello?” 

“Y/N, it’s Spencer Reid, f-from the FBI.” 

A smile crept onto your face. “I know who you are. Hi, Spencer.” 

“Do you remember what you said before you left the coffee shop earlier?” 

Humming, you nodded your head. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. My professor said the same thing about the original Zodiac Killer. Nothing’s accidental. This guy is doing everything on purpose. Every last detail is important to him.”

“Can you come and help me? I could use your genius.” 

The smile on your face only widened. “Are you sure I’m allowed to interfere in an FBI case?” 

“I’ll tell them it’s for your internship or something. We’ll figure something out. I-I just… I think I need to pick your brain for mine to function in this.” You allowed the silence to linger, giving yourself time to simmer in his words. 

“I’ll be there in ten,” you finally whispered before hanging up and making your way down to the police station where you found Spencer. He was sitting criss-cross on a desk, staring at an empty board. “Is there something on there that only geniuses can see?” you asked, startling him slightly. 

“No, because then you’d be able to see it, too,” he complimented. “I just figured we were looking at things linearly while we needed to take dimensions in account.” 

“Hey, we went through all the surveillance footage near the newspaper. There’s nothing,” Emily said to the other co-workers while you and Spencer started going through the evidence at hand. 

“Spence, you okay?” the blonde next to JJ asked. “And who’s this?” 

Cursing at yourself for not introducing yourself earlier, you offered the BAU team a smile. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m a student at the SFPD Academy. I-I’ve been assigned by my professor to help you out for my internship…” you lied through your teeth, but it’s the best you could come up with. 

“Was that cleared by Hotch?” the older guy asked Spencer, though the genius didn't respond. 

“Nothing is accidental,” Spencer repeated your words as he started to put up some of the pictures on the board. “Nothing this UnSub does is accidental. The message in the China Weekly Post was on page F4. Why F4?” 

“That’s where the classifieds were,” said Morgan. 

You shook your head. “There’s more. Have you looked at the geographical profile yet?” you asked them. 

Spencer shook his head before moving over to one of the guys from the San Francisco PD who was at a computer. He had the map on his screen with red dots indicating the recent murders. 

“Can you rotate that?” Spencer asked and the guy obeyed, rotating the map and placing the grid over it. 

“F4 is a chess square,” you told them. 

The blonde woman known as JJ furrowed her brows. “He murdered people according to a chess game?” 

“He murdered people according to a specific chess game,” Spencer corrected while you nodded your head. 

“Game six of Fischer vs. Spassky in 1972,” you added, earning an impressed smile from the Boy Wonder himself. 

“One of the greatest chess matches ever played,” he continued. “The murder locations correspond with the final three moves of the game.” 

The man standing behind you grabbed his phone and dialed a number. Rather quickly, a chipper voice sounded from its speaker. “Garcia’s lair of knowledge and wisdom.” 

“Garcia, you have the list of Zodiac case experts?” 

“Yeah, standing by for you. I have everyone who’s ever written or blogged about it. FYI, there are way too many people obsessed with this sicko.” 

“All right, cross-reference that with professional chess players,” the man continued, hoping their tech analyst could find something. 

“Oh, that totally helps. Yeah. Okay. List is getting smaller… And smaller… Down to nothing.” 

You frowned before looking up at the tall man behind you. “What about high-level amateurs?”

The man gave you a weird glance, one that told you he wasn’t too sure what you were doing here. “All right, open it up to high-level amateurs as well,” he said into the phone. Even though he wasn’t too happy with you being there, he still took your suggestions to heart. 

The tech analyst told them she’d call them back when she had answers, leaving the FBI agents to simmer in their own thoughts. While they talked, you turned back to the board and looked over the evidence that was there. 

“Hey,” Spencer’s soft voice interrupted your thoughts. “Thank you for wanting to come and help me.” 

You offered him a smile and shrugged. “Eh, I’m only missing three classes and this is more interesting anyway. Though I don’t think your boss is too happy with me.” You throw a glance over your shoulder towards Agent Hotchner, who’s talking to Emily about something. 

“He’ll get over it,” he dismissed. “I was wondering – why did you–” his question got interrupted by Hotch’s phone ringing again. 

“Go ahead, Garcia.” You and Spencer quickly turned back to the rest of the group, ready to hear what Garcia had figured out. 

“Get ready to love me more. I did a search of chess players rater 2,200 or higher, which would make them masters but not necessarily professionals. I cross-referenced that search with Zodiac experts and came up with two former chess prodigies and best friends who used to write about the Zodiac in their junior high school newspaper. And I get bonus points because they both have IQs over 160.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the overly chipper tech analyst. 

“Where are they?” Hotch wanted to know. 

“In San Francisco. Caleb Rossmore is a City Parks employee. Harvey Morell is an engineer at a Chinese computer firm. He’s about to get married, and, yes, I just emailed you all this information right now.” 

JJ reached for the tablet and opened up the documents Garcia had sent. A news article of the announcement of their engagement popped up, carrying a photo of the happy couple. With a furrowed brow, your eyes skidded from the tablet to the victims on the board. “The fiancée Marisa Devon looks like the two female victims, doesn’t she?” 

Nodding her head, JJ agreed. “They were surrogates for her.” 

“Caleb could be jealous of his friend,” Morgan speculated. 

“Or what if he’s afraid of losing Harvey?” Emily suggested. 

“If he was a child prodigy, he may no longer feel special as an adult,” Spencer spoke up. “He could be trying to hold onto him.” 

His solemn expression made you wonder if he was relating a little too much to this guy, but you decided not to say anything on it and listened to Rossi instead as he spoke. “Harvey’s engagement could have been a trigger.” 

Hotch then turned to Spencer and you. “Reid, I know Spassky conceded the match, but what would the next move have been?” 

Before the genius could answer, you beat him to it. “Spassky would have been checkmated or…” you allowed him to finish your sentence. 

“He would’ve lost his queen.” 

You nodded your head in agreement. “Spassky’s queen landed on E8,” you remembered just as the team dispersed, starting to get ready to capture the guy. 

“Thank you for your help, miss Y/L/N,” Hotch told you, stoically. “But this is never going to happen again unless you decide to join the BAU.” 

“Of course, Sir.” You watched as everyone got ready, assembling your own stuff to leave when Spencer stopped you. 

“Could you-could you maybe stay put until I get back?” he asked. “I–I’d like to go for some coffee afterwards to thank you for your help?” He sounded incredibly nervous, though you found his bashfulness rather endearing. 

“You don’t need to do that,” you responded, and noticed his shoulders slumping. “But I would like to go for a coffee with you.” 

His smile reappeared, his honeycomb eyes shimmering brightly. “O-okay, I like that.”

“Great. Come back in one piece, then, okay?” You fought your urge to kiss him but then settled on kissing his cheek quickly before turning away and heading out to the breakroom to grab a glass of water, feeling Spencer’s eyes on you. 

Later that night, when Spencer returned, he took you out for a coffee, as promised. For the entire night, the two of you talked about anything that came to mind. Chess games, true crime cases, he told you about how the team had forgotten his birthday a few weeks ago… You felt a connection to him. A connection you had never had with anyone else. Call it love at first sight or just infatuation, you didn’t know what to call it, but you did know what you were feeling. 

So, that same night, you contacted Emily and set up a surprise for him. A few days later, all of his co-workers had gathered in the briefing room with presents scattered around the table and a cake with candles, ready for him to blow out. 

Occupied by the hugs and kisses he got from his co-workers, Spencer didn’t even notice that in the corner of the room, you resided. For a while, you just watched him get smothered in love and birthday wishes, and you couldn’t help but feel how your heart melted at the sight. Over the last couple of days, the two of you had been calling and texting non-stop. It nearly wrecked you to try and keep this from him, but it was all worth it when his eyes finally landed on you. 

“Happy birthday, genius,” you told him, grinning. 

“Y-Y/N, wow, I–” he coughed awkwardly as he grabbed your hands in his. “I didn’t–How are you here?” 

You nodded your head, trying to stay serious though you couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth to twitch into a smile. “You know, they invented something called an airplane. Gets people around the globe pretty quickly.” 

“I-I know that. I–” he chuckled nervously. “I just– Why are you here?” 

“When you told me these guys had accidentally forgotten your birthday, I wanted to– you know, make sure you felt loved, make sure that even though life gets busy and rough sometimes, we still need to take a break and celebrate what’s important,” you told him, squeezing his hands. “So, I called Emily and we set up this surprise for you.” 

Spencer’s eyes moved over to Emily, who gave him a wide grin. “You did this?” he asked you, motioning to the party. 

“Yeah… Don’t know if you noticed, genius, but I do like you.” 

His jaw dropped ever so slightly and you could hear how his breath caught in his throat. “You like me?” 

“You’re a profiler, Spencer, I thought you’d have figured it out already.” 

“Our Boy Wonder is a bit oblivious to that sometimes,” Morgan interrupted with a smirk. 

You chuckled, turning back to Spencer. “Maybe this might help,” you whispered before standing on your tiptoes and allowing your lips to ghost over his before kissing him fully and deeply. You didn’t even care that you were standing right in front of his colleagues. You just wanted to kiss him. You needed to kiss him. As you pulled back from him, you smiled at how flustered he was and how the others in the room were cheering for him. 

“That does help a little,” he agreed before dipping down and kissing you again. 

From that day on, you were reminded that nothing was accidental. Meeting him at that conference wasn’t an accident, it was meant to happen; You bumping into him at the coffee shop, him asking your help on a case. None of it was an accident, just a junction in the path of your life that you had to take. 

Nothing was accidental. 

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[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Late Monday thoughts

What We Do In The Shadows had its finale and while I was a tiny bit sad that it ended (I think we were all Guillermo and Guillermo was us in that episode), they really landed the story perfectly. Funny as usual, without making too much fuss about it. Life definitely will go on the same as it always did before for the gang.

I'm really back on my true crime binge. It seems that it takes me in waves from time to time. I did have to give up some of them though. There was one in which a woman suspected her dead step-grandfather of being a serial killer. Fine, but then the speculation went on and now he could have been The Zodiac, without any other voice of reason chiming in? Anyway, what I realized is that I'm not really into cases taken to be dissected and attempted to be rezolved by ordinary citizens, without any specialist involved. It's too amateurish for what I'm looking for when it comes to my viewing experience.

Yesterday they added The New Year That Never Came on Netflix. Very fitting since it was the anniversay of the revolution. Always tied to our Christmas holidays. I expected worse because I'm deeply aware of the quality of current mainstream Romanian cinema, but this was a decent viewing experience. Some moments made me think of Memories From The Golden Age which included these absurd stories taking place during communism. This one was melodramatic, funny, less developed in terms of some plotlines and an ending that works perhaps for an audience that has prior knowledge. Overtly optimistic, without adding any of the cruelty and loss of life, but I guess that was one perspective the director chose.

I saw a few seconds of that dance video Jungkook posted when he was in the studio with that choreographer/dancer. Yeah, I couldn't finish it. I'll just say that it's not my taste at all and leave it at that...

Having anons turned off is so peaceful. I have done it before, usually for 24h so weird people get bored and leave me alone, but now I decided to keep it a while longer. I can't expose myself to other fans' anger, frustration and also their stupidity on a daily basis. It is miserable out there and a lot of you need to take a step back.

For anyone out there with no talent just like me, try painting by numbers. By the end of it, you'll still be talentless, but you will have finished a painting anyway and you had spent time doing something that doesn't involve a screen.

I also decorated a few trees today, but I'll only show the kitsch mini Christmas tree. It's ugly and cute.

[lucaxcortez]

(JENNA ORTEGA, CIS WOMEN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that LUCIA "LUCA" CORTEZ? I heard the TWENTY FOUR-year-old is CHARMING But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also COY. Makes sense seeing how they are a HACKER in the SYNDICATE gang. (LEILA) TW topics that are mentioned but not discussed: murder, assassin training, rape

STATS

FULL NAME: Lucia "Luca" Selena Cortez

NICKNAME(S): Luca

AGE: Twenty-Four

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′0″

DATE OF BIRTH: November 30th

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

OCCUPATION: hacker

HOMETOWN: villahermosa, mexico

INSPIRATION: Yelena Romanoff (black widow)

BACKGROUND

Lucia was not oblivious. She knew what was going on. She heard the whispers when she tried to make friends at school, what they would say about her family. She put the dots together eventually. Assassins. Murderers.

There was pressure, she could tell. Her father wanted her to learn and Elias fought against it. Safe. Or so she thought. She pretended to be ignorant of the things going on around her, but she was smarter than that. Real smart. She taught herself to hack first by getting into her father's computer to learn things but she didn't stop there. By the time she was 15, she could get into the Pentagon if she wanted to.

But also at the age of 15, her world tilted once more. A sweet morning, Elias making breakfast, she ran into her room to get changed for the day only to come back and find him gone. Never to be seen again. "He abandoned us, Mia Sol" "He left our familiar behind. He left us." Her father twisted the lies in deep for a heartbroken teen. The betrayal of her brother abandoning her never healed.

No. Not when his absences were her downfall. "You missed too much training. I should have never listened to that traitor" Because without him around, someone had to become the family killer. Lucia was thrown into training for long days. Months at a time. "we need to make up for lost time." her father would say. They pushed her hard, turning her into the killer she was always meant to be.

They made it so nothing could break her. Forced her to remove her feelings, to be lethal with no regrets, to see everyone as a target, to trust no one. All while she was creating a life of her own on the web.

The measures in which they took to prepare her were gruesome. She was beaten tortured, tested, and raped to ensure she would be a stone-cold killer, the perfect soldier. What her brother never was. Her father continued to fill her head with lies about Elias the the hatred boiled over. He did this to her. He left her behind for this to happen.

By the time she was 18, she was ready to go out on jobs. She would work in the dead of night, many doubted her being as small as she is but she proved to be lethal every time. She was wracking up kills while her father cashed in the money. There was on contract she had been saving, waiting for the time to come. She was going to kill her brother.

As the body count rose, she felt every last shred of humanity start to leave her body and she knew she needed to get out. In her early days, she had made connections to a skilled hacker and she reached out once more. She spent months in contact with him, devising a plan and also hunting down her brother. She knew how to run, cover her tracks and now she knew where to go. New York City. It just so happened her hacker mentor just happened to be there as well. And so she did it. She ran off and made her way to NYC.

She has been in NYC for a few months studying her brother's movements, patterns, and connections. The crimson would make a mean enemy but she was prepared for that. Now it was time to strike.

PERSONALITY & HEADCANONS

she will shoot you if you call her lucia, lu, or luci

she is a charmer for what she wants but is definitely a blunt, passive-aggressive sass queen

she is good at playing a role and keeping people at arm's length

[imaginaryhuman]

June

Been a while huh? I still don't know how to feel about it-- that feeling of some constant pendulum between lightness and distress. On one hand, I can't deny the admiration I have for everything you've built for yourself. On the other... well... I guess you can say your slyness is something else. Particularly when our alignment in certain situations are rather erring towards the side of fucked.

Not sure if it's the medication or what but I'm not sad or angry about it this time. But since you're in the business of having your own convenient definitions of things and that "definitely" is more like "indefinitely" in your books. Then you, my friend, are a fucking liar. Ah, I wouldn't worry much about it. I am that too, sometimes. And there had been a time we'd snicker amongst ourselves at the chaos of untruths while people around us try to figure out how we play this game. Now though... Of course, it's different. Things have to change, don't they?

I have no idea how you're keeping this up. I don't know what or who you're doing it for though but it's such a waste. There are things that deserve to be true, you know? Did I meet your expectations? Or does my harmlessness annoy you more? Will it make you feel better if I tell you exactly what I want from this? Or would you be more at peace with your own conclusions?

You can dig all you want. I have shame towards my mistakes, not gonna lie, but none towards certain endeavors but I suppose it's all the same for you. Leverage? Sure. I'd wager it's just something. "All in a life" right?

Glad to be of service on the entertainment front. I'm starting to think that I should save my anger for the worst and the treacherous-- none of which you fall under specifically. But I'd probably hold off on the well wishes since it's something I could be resentful for when from people I don't particularly... enjoy. You know that thing that's like "Bless you for being at odds with me thus being a rotten person" to which you may (or may not) respond with "Go fuck yourself." Hah! Same. So happy to be on the same page. Would you be as happy though? Maaaybe not huh? Ah, the duality of man (woman. You.) is a marvel. The lack of simplicity in your affections, even more so. Your open-faced BLT because you only had two slices of bread and Au (Born in August; "Golden wit" was it?) happened to want a buttered toast when we all know you don’t fucking share food is still one of the best! Real shit! So you can love after all! My inner romantic swoons.

"Cut that sugary digressive bullshit you're always on. C'mon."

I know, I know. Sick habit. Not everyone can be like you. Like, hey, stop holding me to your standards. You can do that to people you actually really love. But then we are friends, right? So I get it. A bit. Maybe. A moment of honesty then-- in any kind of fight, you're a good solid second pick for a backup. Did you know a lot of serial killers share your zodiac sign? I know you don't give a fraction of one shit and I used to not care too but knowing you made me rethink that notion. Cause fuck it, maybe the stars were really on to something. Digressive bullshit aside, ah, odds are against me now. But I'm still hoping that things between us take the route of repair. Because your laughter is one so distinct and I would absolutely love to be around it, around you, again.

[elius-learns-to-write]

Being Thors kid and being super sarcastic:

Poor guy did not know how to talk to you

He found out about you when you turned up at the avengers tower claiming that he was your dad.

You walked towards the towering building not wanting to believe that this was how you and your dad would meet nevertheless your mum didn’t want to deal with your ‘freaky power stuff’ as she liked to call it and so you were left with no choice. So you pressed the buzzer and hoped for the best.“Hello do you have an appointment with Mr stark” a sickly woman's voice called from the speaker. “Well given that I rocked up in a jeans and t-short I don’t think i am gonna be having a meeting with one of the most influential person of this century do you?” okay that was kind of harsh but its not like you were in a very chatty mood “well then I am very sorry but you can’t be let in” you could just tell by her tone of voice that she was very unimpressed with your harsh words. It didn’t matter that she didn’t give you access, you could get that yourself. You just thought it would be nice to ask. “Fine it’s not like it matters”

Lets just say Stark towers ended with a smashed window because you decided to propel yourself up the building and into the living area like the badass you are !

“Who the hell are you and why are you here?” Tony said as he waited for the rest of the scooby gang to arrive because somehow you were lucky enough for it to only be Tony in the room when you went k-spalt against the window. “My name is y/n and I was hoping that you could direct me in the direction of Thor odinson” once again you weren’t one for flowery conversation and you weren’t gonna start now. “What did the plug socket do now?”

After finally meeting your father you both had a long conversation about what you were both going to do

“You shall live here with me and the rest of the Avengers, I am sure that stark will not mind” your dad says hopefully, as if he wasn’t scared that you would say no “well I guess that could work, thank you for letting me stay” that was the nicest thing you had said since meeting him so in thors mind he was making progress

It had been a few weeks in the tower and lets just say you and Tony got on like a house on fire (we didn’t start the fireeeeee)

“So what are your powers exactly little lightbulb?”

“Flight, element manipulation and stealing your wife” 

“Tony you have a meeting in about 20 minutes”

“Heyyyyyyy Pepper ;)”

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“So you have training today and we thought it best if you start off with Capsical”

“Tony if I wanted an Iced americano I would have gone to Starbucks”

“I am so stealing that one”

You didn't think that living in the tower could get anymore exciting

That was until wine uncle Loki came back from a month long mission

“Brother are you telling me that I was gone for 1 month and in that time you have managed to acquire a 16 year old child” your dad looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up under the questioning look of his brother so naturally you had to help him out “yes that’s exactly what he’s saying genius, you know what you should solve the zodiac killer case with that brain of yours Sherlock!”

 oh how much fun you would have together

“So repeat the plan to me y/n” “ step one: Get lots and lots of tinfoil, step 2: give Loki the jelly and wallpaper paste, step three: as Loki is putting they jelly over the beds and covering the walls with wallpaper paste and tinfoil put laxatives in my dads drink” “Perfect “

So to summarise: your dad loved having you around but sometimes didn’t understand your sarcasm, Tony and you had the best banter ever and your uncle Loki very much enjoyed having an extra little chaos starter to hang out with.

[itzallconfetti]

“WE’RE ALL JUST THE SAME - WHAT A SHAME”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Ramona Colette Sari

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 28

BIRTHDAY: September 10, 1994

ZODIAC: Virgo Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising

SEXUALITY: Bisexual {Fem preference}

FACE CLAIM: Lulu Antariksa

LABEL: The Protagonist

OCCUPATION: Crime Analyst (Outreach Unit of CMPD)

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Downtown

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “1980S HORROR FILM” BY WALLOWS

BIOGRAPHY: TW DEATH, CSI EFFECT, FIRE, WRONGLY CONVICTED

Ramona grew up in Cape May, and never suffered a hatred for her hometown like most angsty teens usually did. Her lower middle-class household never made her feel deprived of anything; her mother a teacher at the elementary school, whilst her father was chief of police. Her parents were both supportive as well as caring - even with her father’s obscure hours. She was more of a father’s girl, not only glued to his side during her earlier years of life, but also seeing him as her role model even up to today.

The woman instantly took an interest in the criminal justice career path, as well as women’s advocacy; dressing up as Rosie the Reveter, as well as firefighters and cops alike for halloween growing up. Ramona was always one to be a voice for people who struggled to use theirs, or no one listened to them. Ramona was always a strong advocate for doing the right thing, even getting into fights throughout her younger years in order to help others. Ramona wound up leaving Cape May for her college years, with the push from her parents and was able to earn her BA in Criminology and Forensic Science.

Though Ramona favored this time in her life, seeing all her hard work pay off - her father was lost in a fire. It broke the young woman when she heard the news, but used that pain to help fuel her in her own career path; instantly attempting to fill in his shoes. She worked on the mainland as part of their SVU unit, consistently taking on more than she can handle in order to be taken seriously in the male-dominant field as she was gunning for a detective position. Always working by-the-book, she actually took a leap of faith when she wound up making the wrong call. No one is aware of her mess-up, seeing that she’s always been at the top of her game and her father was highly respected when he put in his time helping the community; basically making an innocent man go to jail for a crime he did not commit. It was due to the analysis of the fingerprints being faulty - but it was ultimately her gut that’s never failed her being off and her mind being fried from all the work. After the incident, she transferred to Cape May in order to be a crime analyst; both, giving her the fill of helping keep the community safe, whilst also ensuring she wasn’t going to make sure a huge mistake again.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Being raised by her mother and father, Ramona has a strong sense of justice. She’s always the one you can count on to do the right thing, even if the choice is hard or leaves her with the short end of the stick. She loves crime shows, and also serial killer documentaries. Her love for true crime has made her the master of who-done-it scenarios, and she can figure out mystery movies within the first 15 minutes. This makes it easy for her to assume someone’s behavior, and she likes to particularly tease her friends by saying what they’re about to say - noting predictability. She also has a bit of a morbid sense of humor. Ramona is also very laidback, different from her usually tightly-wound self at work. When she’s sucked into something, just don’t intrude or she’ll snap at you. She has a tendency to be quite mean to men - this has a lot to do with her hatred of the patriarchy she lives in. There’s more of an inclining hatred towards the player-dude/bro types of men, and she’s quick to put them in their place. She also has a type of dislike towards the new money folk in Cape May; thinking they’re out of touch with Cape May’s values, as well as turning Cape May into more of a party city when it’s not in its foundation. Ramona is very outspoken and passionate when it comes to her beliefs, and she’s stubborn in them. Prone to being sarcastic, most people view her sarcasm as joking when it’s her voicing the truth. When being friends with Ramona, she’s really fun to be around; always down to do something as well as just stay in and throw a Netflix marathon. She’s always willing to help anyone out, and is someone that sticks by her group of friends in a protective manner. Definitely someone you’d want to have on your team, at the end of the day. That is, if you can handle her science facts. 

PERSONALITY:

+ Observant, Adroit, and Loyal

- Critical, Sarcastic, and Rigid

[qqueenofhades]

I was already distressed about the political and social situation in the US, and then this happens. Are there any examples of societies that fought back against fascism and won, without civil or international war breaking out? Surely there must be some success stories in history. How did other societies overcome fascism, are there lessons to be applied to our current situation? Please tell me we're not doomed, because I have no hope for the future.

Sigh.

Okay.

I’ve been through... a lot of the stages of grief by now. That is, rageposting on tumblr, venting to my friends via text, drinking, crying while drinking, lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling, feeling the crushing weight of certainty that we’re all screwed and nothing matters, crying while talking to my sister, crying generally, lying in bed some more, and am currently still in bed while writing this, but am struggling to put on my internet historian aunt hat and offer some comfort to the stricken masses.

First off: This is bad. I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t bad. We all knew RBG had cancer again, but it was pretty fixed in our minds that she would somehow manage to hang on until after the election. 45 days before the biggest presidential election of all time, in the middle of this year, when names including Ted “Zodiac Killer” Cruz and Tom “Time for Roe vs. Wade to go, block federal funding from being used to teach about slavery, send in the military to crush the BLM protesters” Cotton have already been floated as some of her possible replacements? With Trump and McConnell determined to work as fast as possible to steal this seat as brazenly as they can, because they are literal fascists who don’t care about their own example (Merrick Garland was nominated in FEBRUARY of an election year and McConnell held it up for being “too close to the election?”)

Ugh. Anyone who doesn’t get that this is bad or acting like people are overreacting doesn’t get what’s at stake. And when, as we’ve said before and are saying again now, the future of everyone who isn’t a white straight rich Republican man in this country depends on an 87-year-old woman with cancer for the fourth time? Something’s wrong here. RBG’s death did not have to leave us in this total existential panic, and oh yeah, maybe this could have ALL BEEN AVOIDED AND WE COULD HAVE ALSO HAD THREE (3) NEW LIBERAL JUSTICES SECURING PROGRESSIVE LEGISLATION FOR A GENERATION IF SOME OF YOU HAD JUST FUCKING VOTED FOR HILLARY CLINTON IN TWO THOUSAND AND FUCKING SIXTEEN.

(Why yes I am still mad about that, I will be bitter until the end of time that we were consigned to four years and counting of this completely avoidable nightmare because of apathy, misogyny, and Leftist Moral Purity TM, but we’re talking about the future and what can still be done here, not what’s in the past.)

Anyway. Here’s the bright side, which admittedly sucks right now, but it’s been the answer all long:

VOTE.

You have to fucking vote, and you have to fucking vote for Biden/Harris. Everything that we’ve been talking about is no longer a hypothetical; it’s happening right now. This is not just some Awful Worst Case scenario, and it’s not somehow being spouted by privileged white liberals ignoring the struggles of the masses. (Viz: that awful fucking text post with its simpering self-righteousness: “are you punching nazis or just telling oppressed people to vote blue?” I hate that text post with a fiery passion and it’s the exact kind of morally holier than thou leftist propaganda that wouldn’t surprise me if it was generated by a troll farm in Krasnoyarsk.) My dad is disabled and lives on Social Security. Trump’s second-term plan to end the payroll tax takes SSID out by mid-2021, so... I guess that’s my dad fucked then. I’m a gay woman with long-term mental illness, no healthcare, no savings, no current job, and a lot of student debt. My sister has complex health problems and relies intensely on publicly funded healthcare programs. All my family have underlying conditions that would put them at worse risk for COVID (age, asthma, immune issues.) These are just the people IN MY HOUSEHOLD who would be at risk from a second Trump presidency. It says NOTHING about my friends, about all the people far less fortunate than us, and everyone else who IS ALREADY DYING as this nation lurches into full-blown fascism. That is real. It is happening.

Here’s the good news and what you can do:

Democrats are fired up and mad as hell, and they’ve already donated $31 million between the announcement of RBG’s death last night and today, and that number is climbing every second.

You can help by donating to Get Mitch or Die Trying, which splits your donation 13 ways between the Democrats challenging the most vulnerable Republican seats in the Senate. That also has raised EIGHT MILLION BUCKS in the less-than-twenty-four hours.

You can donate RIGHT NOW to Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, vote if your state offers early voting, request your mail-in ballot, or hound everyone you know to ensure that they’re registered.

You can call your US Senators (look up who they are for your state, ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE REPUBLICAN OR YOU LIVE IN A SWING STATE OR ARE UP FOR RE-ELECTION IN 2020) and phone the Capitol switchboard at 202-224-3121 to voice your insistence that they respect RBG’s last wishes and refuse to vote on any Trump nominee until after January 2021.

The other good-ish news is that I woke up to an email from the Biden campaign this morning about how they’re well aware of this and they’re already on it. BUT WE CANNOT COUNT ON EITHER THEM OR THE SENATE DEMOCRATS TO BE ABLE TO STOP IT. Because Joe Biden is not president and the Senate Democrats do not have a majority, if the Republicans manage to rush a nominee and a vote and all 52 GOP senators vote for that nominee, hey presto, tyranny by majority, a SECOND stolen Supreme Court seat, and a 6-3 hard conservative majority for the next generation. Even if Roberts or Gorsuch sometimes defect on procedural grounds, Kagan, Sotomayor, and Breyer (who is also 82 and thus ALSO might soon be replaceable, thus resulting in an EVEN WORSE ideological swing) would be outnumbered on everything. This is terrible. I’m not even gonna pretend it wouldn’t be.

BUT:

If Joe Biden is elected with a Democratic Senate and House, IT MATTERS. It gets us off the fascism track, it gives us the ability to make progressive law and have it enacted without going to die in Mitch McConnell’s Kill Stack, it gives Biden the executive authority to nominate liberal judges and change Trump’s worst outrages on day 1, it stands as a huge example of a nation managing to reject fascism by democratic process, and while yes, we’d still have a terribly rigged Supreme Court, Democrats would control all the other branches of government and be able to put safeguards in place. The other option is outright fascism and the end of American democracy for good. This may sound alarmist. It’s not. It’s literally what the situation has ended up as, as all of us who were begging people to vote for HRC in 2016 saw coming all along.

So yes. That’s what you need to do, and what WE need to do. We need to make as much goddamn noise as possible, protest, contact elected representatives, make sure everybody pulls their weight and ferociously fights the promised attempt to ram through a new justice before Election Day, all that. But even if that does happen, THEN WE NEED TO FUCKING DONATE, ORGANIZE, AND VOTE FOR JOE BIDEN AND DEMOCRATS UP AND DOWN THE BALLOT. ALL OF US. NO EXCUSES. NO MORE TWITTER LEFTIST ECHO CHAMBERS. NO MORE. THEN, EVEN WITH A RIGGED SUPREME COURT, WE WILL ALL BE SAFER ON NOVEMBER 4TH AND CAN TRY TO FIX WHAT’S BROKEN.

The stakes are just too high to do anything else.

May her memory be a blessing, and a revolution.

[dweetwise]

have a semi-rushed riconti one shot because i couldn’t not write them for valentine’s day 💕

ship: ace x felix warnings: none word count: 4180

The problem with secret admirers

Holidays usually weren't something the survivors had the luxury of celebrating.

The occasional seasonal decorations in trials along with some ridiculous, thematical outfits seemed more like a sign of their Eldritch captor's morbid sense of humor than evidence of the passing of time. But sadly, lacking calendars and all, it was the most accurate estimate they had.

So when the Entity plopped down some fireworks and talismans on the generators to proclaim the Chinese new year, it barely affected any of them.

Yui and Feng seemed more on edge than usual, the decorations crude imitations of the festivities they were used to back home. Adam had told the group about the year of the ox and the Chinese zodiac, the teacher donning a new hoodie he’d received for the occasion.

For Ace, the holiday meant nothing more than looting as many firecrackers as he could manage, along with making questionable “horny” jokes to the few killers that had received ox-themed outfits.

But in the midst of the survivors' celebration or lack thereof, they'd completely forgotten about another well-known February celebration.

When Ace returns from a successful trial and goes to stash yet another firecracker into his generous collection of items, he immediately notices something that doesn't belong.

Inside the trunk, on top of the organized chaos that is his pile of items and add-ons, lies a note.

Curiously unfolding the piece of paper, Ace makes out somewhat messy handwriting on a worn piece of paper.

'Your smile lights up the room'.

“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” Ace says, turning to face the small group of survivors by the campfire.

“Huh? What's up?” Steve perks up, others following suit and turning to watch the spectacle.

“Someone left me a little prank note,” Ace says, rolling his eyes and flicking the slip of paper over his shoulder.

“What?” Claudette says with a frown, immediately reaching for the discarded note.

“What does it say?” Cheryl asks curiously, coming up beside the botanist.

“'Your smile lights up the room,'” Claudette reads.

“Aww, that's adorable!” Kate exclaims. “A Valentine's day card!”

“The joke being that we're continually outdoors,” Ace explains. “Meaning my smile does jack shit.”

“Are you sure? Maybe they meant figuratively,” Claudette gently prods.

“Yes Claudy, I'm sure I'm not getting mystery love notes,” Ace snorts at the incredulous suggestion, before turning back to the others. “Come on, whose idea was it? Fess up!” he demands, looking over the group

When nobody makes a move to come clean, others also looking around in confusion, Ace eventually focuses his stare on Nea, Meg and Feng, the trio of troublemakers sitting together by the fire.

“The hell you looking at me for?” Nea cusses.

“That’s lame as fuck,” Meg agrees.

“I'm tempted to make one now just so you’ll see—” Feng starts.

“That's a great idea! We should all make Valentine's day cards for each other!” Kate suggest, missing the gamer's point entirely.

“Look, there's a drawing too!” Cheryl suddenly exclaims, pointing at the back of the mystery note still in Claudette’s hands.

Ace sighs and leans over to look, fully expecting a doodled caricature of himself or even a crude phallic sketch.

Instead, he finds a pretty good drawing of some sort of flower. It’s not perfect, but it looks like someone clearly put a lot of work into it.

“It's a clover,” Claudette informs, glancing up at Ace with a smile. “No doubt for luck, even if it doesn't have the iconic four leaves.”

“Uh. Maybe,” Ace says, a little taken aback at the information. Someone really went through a lot of effort just for a small prank.

“So? Who's it from?” Steve asks impatiently.

“It still doesn’t say, Steve,” Cheryl sighs in irritation.

“I mean, Jeff and Jane are the artists,” Quentin points out.

“Uh-huh, sure, Jeff would draw a flower card for Ace and not his botanist girlfriend,” Meg snorts, making Claudette duck her head bashfully.

“And Jane—" Steve starts, excitedly turning to the former talk show host.

“No,” Jane interrupts the teen. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but hell no.”

“No offense taken, sweetheart,” Ace grins good-naturedly, the cheesy flirt making the woman grimace.

“What about Bill?” Nea suggests out of the blue.

“What the hell are you on, kid?” Bill snorts, and even Ace has to bite back a laugh over the thought of the gruff veteran writing love letters.

“Just trying to think of someone in his age range!” Nea protests.

“Well, did anyone see anything?” Quentin asks. “We can’t all have been in a trial when the note was placed.”

“I’ve been in like three trials today,” Feng complains.

“I don’t think any of us really keep track of people at the fire,” Kate says. “Anyone could have walked by and put it there.”

“Aww, so we’re not gonna know who it was?” Steve frowns.

“Maybe that’s for the best,” Jane says.

As the commotion seems to die down, Claudette hands back the note back to Ace.

“You should keep it. It seems you have a secret admirer, after all,” Claudette says, smiling.

“Guess it can’t hurt,” Ace says, reluctantly pocketing the card. He’s still not sure it's genuine, but is intrigued by the sudden turn of events nonetheless.

Surprisingly, it seems the kids aren’t quite ready to give up on finding out the culprit. Some time later, Ace sees Cheryl, Steve and Quentin huddle together by one of the tree stumps, Cheryl looking to be taking notes on a map.

“Did you ask the ones who just got back?” Cheryl asks.

“Yup! Steve says. “Jeff was mostly confused, and David laughed his ass off. Laurie said she hadn't seen anything weird before she got taken to the trial. And Tapp just looked like he'd lost all hope for humanity,” Steve summarizes.

“Sounds about right,” Quentin huffs.

“Okay, so we've ruled out us three, Laurie, Jeff, Claudette, Jane, Bill, Tapp and David,” Cheryl recaps.

“And Nance has Jonathan, and Felix has his girlfriend,” Steve reminds.

“We should definitely rule out Nea too, since she’s way younger than him,” Quentin says. “Meg and Feng too, I guess."

“You're right, they always bully Ace too,” Steve casually remarks.

Ace rolls his eyes behind his shades and keeps shuffling his cards, not understanding why the group is so hell bent on talking about him like he’s not even there.

“Oh, and Yui,” Cheryl says.

“Good point,” Quentin says.

“Huh? Why?” Steve asks, confused.

“She, uh…” Cheryl falters. “Girl talk. I know it's not her.”

“Okay!” Steve beams.

And that pretty much sums up Ace's expectations for their little operation to succeed. If Steve somehow still hasn't figured out that the Japanese woman is solely interested in other women, Ace doesn’t have much trust in his detective work.

“Kate?” Cheryl suggests.

“She’s making Valentine’s cards for all of us as we speak,” Quentin snorts. “I don’t think she’d play favorites.”

“What about Dwight?” Steve suggests.

“Well… it’s definitely awkward and weird enough to fit his MO,” Cheryl considers.

“I thought he was into Jake?” Quentin says.

And that’s about the time Ace tunes out and goes to bug Tapp to play cards with him, hoping the detective will be happy to pretend like this entire thing never happened.

Ace doesn’t know how long it is before he’s finally taken to a trial, but it feels like an eternity. The atmosphere around camp is awkward as people trickle in and out from trials and someone always feels the need to point out he was on the receiving end of an anonymous person’s affection. The reactions, unsurprisingly, range from awkward confusion to straight up laughter.

So when the fog finally surrounds Ace, he actually welcomes it. The familiar sight of the Autohaven gas station is enough to take his mind off the teasing back at camp, at least momentarily.

But another problem presents itself right as he rounds a corner of scrap and finds Élodie on a generator—

“Hey, come here often?” Ace jokes, crouching down next to the machine to get to work.

—And the woman immediately gets up to leave.

“It wasn’t me, so don’t get any ideas,” Élodie scowls in his direction.

“Huh? I didn’t—” Ace tries to explain, but she’s already taking off in a sprint, and Ace thinks he hears her mutter “creep”.

Ace sighs and barely resists the urge to bash his face against the generator in frustration. This day just keeps getting better.

To Ace’s utter delight—that is to say, absolute annoyance—his mystery admirer becomes the biggest source of entertainment for the survivors. He doesn’t mind playing along for the first few jabs at his expense, thinking the others will surely get bored after just a few hours.

They don’t.

Most of the group still seem determined to figure out the person behind the note, others are content to gossip and joke about the possibilities, and some go as far as to blame Ace for intentionally stirring up drama. His not-so-subtle suggestions to let it go are shrugged off, and after a few days, Ace resigns himself to his fate and figures the sooner he lets the whole thing sort itself out, the better.

It doesn’t mean he’s happy about it.

To add insult to injury, even the killers seem to have a sudden hard-on for him, focusing Ace with single-minded determination every chance they get.

It's only a few days later, when the Pig kneels down Ace's prone form to place a trap on his head, that he realizes why.

“There you go, lover boy,” the woman's voice sounds mocking despite being muffled by her mask.

“Wah?” Ace asks, the device attached to his jaw making it hard to speak.

“I heard someone has a little admirer,” the Pig says. “I figured it warrants some special treatment.”

The word is accentuated by throwing Ace up on a hook, and the gambler's following scream is as much from pain as it is from frustration.

When Ace gets back to the campfire after having his head popped by the killer’s trap, he sits down on a log furthest from the group, hoping to get a breather—

“Hey, look who it is!” Ash immediately interrupts his moment of solitude, sitting down uninvited next to Ace. “How you doing, champ?” Ash grins, elbowing him in the side.

“What do you want?” Ace asks, feeling much more irritable than usual because of the constant teasing.

“I mean…” Ash says, before looking around and lowering his voice. “Have you figured out who it is?”

Ace rolls his eyes and resists the urge to slap the man with his own prosthetic hand.

“Come on, you can tell me!” Ash grins in a very suspicious way.

“If I find out, you’ll be the first to know. Trust me,” Ace whispers, lying out of his ass.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Ash laughs, way louder than necessary. “I’m happy for you; at least someone around here will be getting laid!”

Half of the camp erupts into snickers and the other half turns to glare at Ace, notifying him that their conversation was definitely loud enough to overhear.

“Not in front of the children!” Jane sneers, like Ace enjoys having his sex life publicly broadcasted.

“Oh, would you look at that!” Ace quips with fake cheer as fog starts creeping up his legs, thankful for the Entity’s timing even though he barely got back to the campfire. “Time for another trial!”

When the fog clears from around him, Ace is in the killer shack in Red Forest with Cheryl and Felix right beside him.

“I'm gonna go find Zarina,” Cheryl whispers to Ace, informing him of who their last teammate is.

“Sure,” Ace says, knowing it’s good to split up, as Felix has already started repairs on the generator in the shack—

“I need to privately ask her about the note!” Cheryl beams and is sprinting away before Ace can reply.

Which is just as well, because he might have said a few choice words to the kid through his annoyance. Thankfully, he's left with Felix, one of the few people who have treated Ace normally throughout this entire thing.

“Fuck this,” Ace curses, joining the handsome German on the generator. Felix glances up but doesn't ask, and Ace appreciates being given the space to rant. “This is the worst thing that's ever happened!”

“The note?" Felix asks.

“What else? It seems it's all anyone ever talks about!” Ace rages, throwing one of his hands up in frustration and nearly causing the machine to explode. “I swear, this is worse than middle school,” Ace huffs. “I have girls gossiping, kids pestering and killers bullying me. And for what? A shitty piece of paper!”

Damn, it feels good to get this out. Ace doubts Felix cares, but it's nice to get to vent to someone he knows won't make the situation worse.

“Whoever left the note must be an idiot,” Felix comments bluntly, and it gives Ace pause.

Sure, Ace is frustrated, but he's still a little sentimental over the note and cute gesture behind it. Regardless, he shouldn’t be surprised that the no-nonsense architect would find the notion ridiculous.

“I'm just so done with it,” Ace sighs. “At this point, I'd take any explanation. Even an 'oops, wrong trunk, it was never meant for you'. Sure, I like being in the spotlight, but this is getting unbearable.”

Felix doesn't say anything, only keeps working away; probably embarrassed being forced to discuss Ace's (lack of) love life.

“I—” Felix starts after an awkward silence.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” Ace interrupts with a chuckle, not wanting the German to be any more uncomfortable than he already clearly is. “Didn't mean to talk about ear off about this stuff. Let's get this gen done, huh?”

Felix immediately seems relieved, and Ace jumps at the chance to change topics.

“You ever been to China?” Ace asks, nodding at the firework decoration on top of their generator.

As they chat about one of Felix's business trips to Shanghai, Ace is simultaneously glad for a distraction from his Valentine's fiasco and melancholy about their shallow friendship.

Maybe he'd take this whole thing more seriously if there was any possibility it would actually lead to something with the one person he's even remotely interested in. If Ace was in his prime, he'd probably have made a move on Felix months ago, girlfriend and heterosexuality be damned. Young and reckless Ace wouldn't have cared, happily flirting his ass off.

Meanwhile, old and slightly less reckless Ace has to settle for shitty jokes and sneaking glances at Felix.

When the Ghostface finally makes an appearance during their second generator and proceeds to chase and tunnel Ace to death despite the others' best efforts to save him, Ace isn’t even surprised anymore.

“I'm starting to wonder if the note is even legit,” Quentin says one day.

“How come?” Kate asks, cocking her head.

“Don't you think Ace's secret admirer would have come clean by now?" Quentin prods.

“Maybe it was just the Entity messing with us?” Laurie suggests.

“If it was a prank from someone, I’m kinda proud of them for pulling it off,” Nea says. “Especially for this long!”

“I think it’s mean,” Claudette says. “They’ve allowed this to go on for way too long. Just look at poor Ace!”

Everyone turns to collectively look at Ace, who is just trying to play some goddamn solitaire in peace while the rest, again, seem content to talk about him like he’s not even there.

“He looks the same as always,” Meg snorts.

“He’s been tunneled to death the last then trials in a row,” Laurie scolds.

“I’m fine,” Ace insists.

“I think his secret fan is just shy!” Kate continues and sparks another debate, oblivious to Ace’s annoyance.

When Ace gets back from yet another unsuccessful trial and sees a group of gossiping people and a grinning Nea, he groans in exasperation.

Before anyone can bring up Ace’s least favorite subject, Felix butts in.

“Ace,” Felix addresses, coming up beside the group. “Do you have time to teach me that perk you used the other trial? With the longer aura-reading?”

“You want… one of my perks?” Ace asks, surprised.

Felix has always seemed more altruistic than others, and it’s no secret Ace's perks were only used by… Well, Ace.

“Um, yes. If it’s not a bother,” Felix says, discreetly glancing at the group of gossip-hungry survivors waiting to attack Ace’s misery.

And it dawns on Ace that Felix is giving him a distraction to slip away.

“Oh, of course!” Ace grins. “Right this way!”

As soon as they’re out of earshot from the campfire, Ace starts prattling away.

“Thanks for covering for me!” Ace beams. “I thought they’d have gotten bored by now—"

“It was me,” Felix interrupts grimly, making Ace pipe down and turn to look at him.

“Uh… come again?” Ace asks, confused.

“I did it. I wrote the note,” Felix confesses, looking at Ace in determination.

“What? Why?” Ace asks, incredulous. When Felix's bravado falters, he keeps going. “Look, you don't have to cover for whoever it was,” Ace sighs. “I don’t blame you for wanting this entire thing to be over—"

“I'm serious,” Felix says. “I've been lying for way too long. I should have come clean before, but I was too much of a coward.”

Alright, what the actual fuck? Why would Felix, of all people, have sent Ace a love note?

While he’s gaping stupidly, Felix continues:

“Claudette was right, it’s my fault for letting this go on for so long. I’m sorry.”

“But… your girlfriend—” Ace starts, struggling to wrap his head around the whole thing.

“Will hopefully move on once she realizes I'm not coming back,” Felix says. “I've started to accept that I'm not getting out of here.”

“Well, that sounds cheerful,” Ace comments.

“Sheiße, I didn't mean it like that,” Felix winces. “I just… thought I'd do things differently this time. Since I never had the courage to, in my old life.”

“So… where do I come into the picture?” Ace asks, skeptical.

“I…” Felix says, wringing his hands in a nervous gesture. “Wanted to see how you would react to the note. It was stupid.”

“Huh? How come?”

“I caused you nothing but harm,” Felix sighs. “First you thought I was mocking you, then the others kept bothering you, and even the killers were giving you a hard time. I'm sorry, I should never have done it.”

“No, I mean—” Ace flounders for an explanation. Sure, he'd been annoyed, but none of the things that happened were Felix’s fault. “Why give something like that to me?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Felix says, scratching at his neck while averting his eyes. “I admit I haven't celebrated Valentine's day much, but I assumed…” he trails off.

What? Felix was seriously trying to test the waters of… getting together with Ace?

It slowly starts to make sense. Felix’s strange behavior. The messy handwriting on the note, probably from Felix’s nerves. The surprising artistic talent of the sketch, after a lifetime of architectural drawings.

“Well, this is unexpected,” Ace says with a smirk, not able to keep the cockiness from seeping into his voice at the knowledge that Felix, somehow, seems to be interested in him.

“Sorry—”

“I said unexpected, not unwelcome,” Ace interrupts.

And then gets to watch the realization slowly dawn on Felix, the perpetual worried frown on the other’s face smoothing out as his eyes widen in hope.

“You don't mind?” Felix asks.

“Let's just say I'm surprised you haven't caught me looking,” Ace grins. “I never expected someone as handsome as you to return the attention,” he can't resist flirting.

“Ähm, well, I…” Felix flusters from the compliment, looking at the ground. “Am not very good at this.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Ace says.

Then, he reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out the infamous note he’s kept on him this entire time. Felix’s gaze follows his movement as Ace carefully unfolds the paper, crumpled and smudged from having been with him trial after trial.

“I thought you threw it away,” Felix says quietly, eyes wide in awe.

“You don’t just throw away a good luck charm,” Ace chastises playfully, pointedly brushing his thumb over the clover drawing. “Especially not one that’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time.”

Ace bites his tongue to stop prevent more mushy sentiments from slipping out. Felix is still staring way too intently and not saying a word, so Ace clears his throat self-consciously tucks the note safely back into his pocket.

“I can’t believe you kept it,” Felix finally says, an adorable smile on his lips as he meets Ace’s eyes.

“Well, seeing as we’ve now established that we’re both sentimental saps…” Ace starts with a smirk, stepping closer to Felix to test the waters. “I have a question.”

“Oh, umh… Yes?” Felix says, straightening his back but still seeming nervous.

It's adorable, and Ace wants to kick himself for not noticing anything sooner. Still, there's no time like the present.

“Be my valentine?” Ace asks with a grin.

Felix's posture instantly relaxes, and the smile is back on his face.

“I'd love to,” Felix says.

Ace’s grin widens until he feels like it’ll be permanently etched onto his face. This is a much better outcome than he ever expected when he found an unassuming note with his items.

“So, ehm…” Felix starts after they’ve been staring at each other for a beat too long, snapping Ace out of it. “Do you… should we…?” Felix falters, nervously brushing a stray lock from his face.

“Wanna find a place to sit down and chat?” Ace suggests, not feeling any need to rush things now that he knows where they stand with each other. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a break from the others.”

“Me too,” Felix says, seeming relieved. “I admit I’m not looking forward to what the others will say about this.”

“Fuck em!” Ace says. “They’ve had their fun, I’m not gonna let them put you through the same shit as they did me. We don’t even have to tell them.”

“No, I want to,” Felix insists. “If I have to hear one more rude joke about you from Feng…” Felix’s mouth pinches into a thin line.

“Aww, babe,” Ace teases, the pet name slipping out before he can stop it. “You don’t have to defend my honor.”

“I do, and I will,” Felix says with surprising determination.

“Well, in that case, I won’t stop you,” Ace grins.

“Good,” Felix says with a smug little smirk.

And the sudden assertiveness makes heat creep up Ace’s neck, quickly starting to regret his suggestion to take things slow.

“I, uh, I think I saw a pretty cozy clearing not far from here,” Ace says, eager to get the chance to get to know more about his companion.

“Lead the way,” Felix agrees.

They end up sitting next to each other under the stars and talking for what has to be hours, but goes by in the blink of an eye. No longer having to filter himself and keep their conversation casual is a much-needed break from the past few days, and the smile never once leaves Ace’s face.

Talking to Felix makes the feelings Ace has tried so hard to ignore come back full force, reminding him of why the man caught his eye in the first place. Sure, Felix is still more attractive than anyone has the right to be, but he’s also insanely smart and surprisingly witty past the initial anxious exterior. The way he smiles and gives his undivided attention even when Ace talks about silly, insignificant things not only makes Ace forget all about his recent frustrations, but also takes his mind away from the strange world surrounding them.

And when Felix eventually scoots even closer and looks at Ace with nothing but fondness in his eyes, Ace has no trouble throwing his initial hesitance out of the window and going in for a kiss.

It’s not earth-shattering or particularly intense, it’s just really, really nice and makes Ace’s heart do stupid leaps in his chest. It’s been so long since he even kissed anyone, and getting to smooch the person he’s been secretly pining over for months and have said person eagerly return the kiss?

“Why the hell haven’t we done this sooner?” Ace voices his thought when he pulls away from the gentle kiss, making Felix huff a quiet laugh into their shared breathing space.

“I should have just signed the note,” Felix says.

“Good thing you can make it up to me now, Valentine,” Ace grins.

Felix chuckles warmly and a callused hand comes up to gently cup Ace’s cheek before tilting his head up into another kiss.

And even though Ace isn’t normally one for holiday celebrations, he’s looking forward to spending many more with Felix by his side.

[male-reader-requests]

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 2,351

Warnings: This is a little short story so not a one-shot. This talks about Serial Killer stuff, specifically the Zodiac Killer. So uh, blood and gore. Be careful. I am also in the middle of getting together an actual update so don't worry!

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I would not know them.

They would be chosen at random, by pure coincidence.

The game, the most dangerous game would be my game. The most dangerous game, the most dangerous prey, the most dangerous predator, they would become my prey. 

I do not know my target, so they will not know me. I will go at night, not caring for the dangers of being caught, for I would not be linked to them. I would not care for my appearance, for I do not need to impress them. 

I would find a couple, maybe they are together for a passionate night, or perhaps I've caught them just as they decide to split ends, but it will not matter, for no one will ever know. They would be alone, at a beach or on a lover's lane, but I would make sure it was clean, that there were no witnesses and no survivers. This will be my design.

I will shine a light, maybe my headlights or perhaps just a floodlight, at them so they are unable to see me. The light, if a floodlight, will be tapped to my gun. I will have a silencer, to make my act a bit more privet from prying ears.

 Whoever is in the passenger seat, whether a man or woman, will be shot once in the neck, and the driver I will shoot twice in the head. If the passenger lives I will shoot them again, perhaps in the chest, maybe in the stomach, I do not care is they survive anymore. 

I will shoot the driver again in the chest and again perhaps in the stomach, then I will shoot the passenger as many times and as recklessly as I want, for I do not care. In the end, I will unload an entire magazine into two people, and I will leave, leaving the two of them to rot unnoticed until morning. If either survives then that is their problem. 

In the morning, at around 6 AM, I will call the police, reporting a double homicide. If one of them survives then that will just be a blip in the system, a single count of homicide and a single count of an attempt at homicide. 

I will tell them I did it, but I will call them from a burner phone. I will proceed to crush said phone and throw it into a river, never to be seen again. 

I will be familiar in all the wrong ways, and I will be an ever-recurring nightmare.

I will become the Zodiac Killer of the 21st century.

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Marissa sighed, looking at the mass of paperwork before her. Being a detective in California was surprisingly boring, especially when all you ever see is a one on one gunfight between rivals. Currently, the last thing she'd done that seemed even slightly interesting was her divorce, and that had been four years ago.

Light hair fell onto the desk before her, her head following. It was slow for some reason, there was nothing for her to do. Well, that was a lie. She could answer the phone ringing on her desk, she could fill out the paperwork before her, and she could go actually eat something, but here she was, debating.

She was drifting in and out of sleep, dozing as her partner August would say, but it was a warm afternoon, who could blame her?

A sharp crack came across her back, the pale woman yelping as her partner snapped her suspenders. August chuckled at her, obnoxiously slurping at cheap coffee in hand. Marissa glared at him, but it was halfhearted, holding no true anger.

"What was that for?" she asked, but she was eyeing the coffee in his hands, not really listening. She didn't really care, the snapping of her suspenders had become a greeting of August's ever since they were paired up, so she's grown used to it.

August just hummed, putting the coffee mug down on the cluttered desk, having to push a few papers so make room. The two of them hardly cared for germs, so when Marissa cupped the mug to herself he hardly batted an eyelash.

"We've got an assignment," August mumbled, his voice shadowed by drowsiness and a slight speech impediment. Marissa didn't move, truthfully she wished that August hadn't said anything. 

August, bless his heart, normally dealt with all the paperwork. This meant that they were almost completely ready to head out to wherever they were needed, and as much as Marissa just wanted to sleep she knew that this was probably important.

They would have to talk to the head of their department, an older man named Louis Ridgway before they could go, and Marissa truly wished they didn't have to. Ridgway wasn't a bad person, but he liked to make things seem far more interesting then they are. 

Marissa struggled with her jacket as the two of them made their way to his office, dodging interns, other detectives, and officers. Their department was always busy, considering so many people died in California, but it seemed there were even more people here now than there ever were.

August, used to Marissa's struggles, helped his shorter partner into her jacket, then opened the door for her as they entered Ridgway's office. Ridgway, all bushy eyebrows and droopy mustache, waved them over. 

He ignored the normal "sit down and listen as I tell you about the case" and made the two of them stand behind him as he pulled up a few things on his computer. Marissa, ever the nosey person, saw a few crime scene photos, the kind you'd expect to see with the yellow number cards and a bit of blood on the ground.  

The thing that really got her attention though was the other set of photos, ones that looked like carbon copies except that they had been taken with an older camera, the photos themselves obviously being older if the dates on the bottoms of them were right. 

Ridgway turned his monitor off, cutting Marissa's view. "There's been a murder," Ridgway said gruffly, ignoring how lame that sounded. There were tons of murders in California every day, even more, if you count car crashes and accidents.

"I want the two of you to check it out, see if it matches." Marissa blinked a few times, confused and tired, but August nodded, grabbing the pale woman by the shoulder and steering her through the crowded office area. 

Actually back to herself, Marissa looked at August in confusion, but the taller man just got into the driver's seat of the car, motioning for her to also get in. Rolling her eyes she complied, not that she really wanted to, buckling herself in.

She didn't know where they were going, who was murder, how many had been murdered, but she blamed that on her pension for spacing out. August probably knew. .....probably.

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It was a 2-hour drive. It was a 2-hour drive for only 38 miles, San Francisco to Benicia, and Marissa slept the entire time. She knew she wasn't looking her best, but that never really mattered to her. 

Sleep rumbled hair and bags under her eyes the short woman got out of the car, accepting the lukewarm coffee August handed her with silent gratitude. The two of them got a few odd looks from local police, but that was more of their own fault, being in a completely different county tended to do that. Police were oddly territorial.  

One young man though, obviously just out of training from how much younger he was than the other officers, offered to bring them to the scene. He was all polite and charming, and Marissa was thankful, she and August had to deal with enough rude officers back at the department. 

The younger officer brought them through the yellow tape and through the mass of officers mostly loitering. The first thing Marissa got to see was a shit box car, obviously older than average and painted in a fading teal that patched out to show a bit of rust. She then noticed the blood. 

There was blood smeared on the passenger door, backseat door on the passenger side, and in the window of the passenger door. There was a pool, or what was probably a pool at one point, of dried blood on the gravel at the backseat door, but Marissa couldn't look further for her view was blocked by a stocky man.   

The man himself she didn't recognize, once she'd actually looked up, but she could tell by the way he held himself that he was the head honcho here, and that he wasn't very happy with the two of them being there. 

He was tall, taller than Marissa but then again almost everyone was. He was older than the two of them, his face was saggy in a way you only get from heavy drinking and it was twisted in a sarcastic sneer.

"Well, what do we have here?" His voice, like his face, had a strangely saggy aspect to it, and Marissa hated it immediately. As rude as it was she wished she could zone out now, but August had put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her focus.

"Detectives Shultcher and Lynn, we're from San Francisco." August and Marissa pulled their badges out from their pockets, Marissa ending up holding hers upside down. 

The saggy faced man seemed to sneer a bit less, but it never left completely. He smiled down at Marissa, then moved to look up at August. His smile was fake, holding no joy or happiness, only restrained rudeness. 

He stepped back, letting the two of them through, but you could see the hesitation in his motions, the way he didn't want them there. Police were oddly territorial.

At the actual scene itself, there was a woman and a young man, both of them must have been part of the forensics force. The two of them were collecting samples from the blood, off the car and off the gravel. They had a chest next to them, full of little sample bags. 

Marissa hated dealing with Forensics specialists. It may just be a bit of prejudice, but every single Forensics team she's dealt with in San Francisco were rude beyond beliefe and treated her and August like they were stupid, like they hadn't gone through any training.  

The two of them hardly even noticed August and her, quietly talking to themselves as they worked. The guy apparently said something funny, making the woman laugh lightly. They left the two of them alone. 

Splitting up August went to talk to the first responding police officers, leaving Marissa to survey the scene. This is how they always did it, this is why the two of them worked so well together. August always talked to suspects and officers, leaving the scene to Marissa. 

Marissa walked a perimeter, looking around at different angles, knowing that anything could help. As she looked around something started to bother her, this scene, this crime itself, was oddly familiar, oddly something she felt she should know. 

With furrowed eyebrows and confusion Marissa continued to look around, but as she got closer to the Forensics team she started to see all the things that looked familiar, making her even more confused. 

On the other side of the car, Marrisa saw that the driver's windowsill was covered in blood, so was the seat and steering wheel.  It was odd how familiar all of this seemed, but there wasn't much she could do until the Forensics told her about what they'd found.

Walking back over to August she zoned out, trying to place why all of this was so God damned familiar, but she was getting nowhere, only getting frustrated in herself. She drank the coffee that August had given her early, she zoned in and out of August questioning, and she debated on falling asleep as she stood there, but as per usual when she wanted to sleep she wasn't able too.

August, finally finishing up, guided the two of them over to the Forensics team, who were started to clean up. The guy noticed first that they were coming over, lightly pushing the girl in the shoulder.

The guy was all smiles, skinny with a pair of wireframe glasses. The woman was also skinny, but very tall, looking like a beanpole. The two of them told them about what they'd found, what they thought may have happened, and about the two victims.

Victim one was a young woman named Stacy Lamburdas. She lived not that far away, she was married, worked at a little restaurant, and had been the driver. She had been shot 4 times and did not survive.

Victim two was a young man named Darcy Monroe. He was one of the many people that Stacy had been having affairs with. He also lived not far away, working as a deliveryman for the post office. He had been shot 8 times. Miraculously he survived. 

Marissa was furiously scribbling into a notepad she had, taking down all the details she thought was important.

"It's funny isn't it?" the guy said, pushing his glasses up. Marissa raised an eyebrow in question, but she didn't look up.

"It's the 51st anniversary, and it's a complete carbon copy." Marissa now looked up, more confused, the woman seemed to notice.

"It's the 51st anniversary of the first killings of the Zodiac Killer, and this scene is very similar," Marissa stalled, his vision tunneling. The two Forensics kept talking, August keeping the conversation going, but Marissa wasn't paying attention.

This is why it was so familiar, why this all looked like something she knew.

The 51st anniversary huh?

Lord help them if this was a copy cat.

[thegreatimpersonator]

QUARANTINE ENTERTAINMENT MASTERPOST

I’ve had some people ask me for some recommendations and when i suggested a masterpost people seemed on board so! This is a very long post containing all my favorite movies, TV shows, and music to try and lower the boredom some of us are facing right now.

They’re organized by the form of entertainment as well as genres. The TV shows and movies include a very vague and brief summary of the entertainment with no spoilers, but if you really want to go in blind then feel free to ignore them!

Some of the picks are very known and you’ve probably watched/listened/read them already and others are some I don’t hear a lot of people talking about and deserve more recognition! I’ll probably be updating it whenever i think of more things. They are all below the cut! Have fun!

MOVIES

Horror/Thriller/Crime

Prisoners (R)

It follows the story of two children who go missing on Thanksgiving and takes you through the investigation and has many twists and turns, so if that’s your thing then you’ll love this movie. It mainly stars Jake Gyllenhaal and Hugh Jackman and they're both incredible in it.

 Zodiac (R)

This is another Jake Gyllenhall movie... sorry. It follows an investigator and the team trying to catch the Zodiac killer. From what I recall, it doesn't show any of the crimes actually happening, more of the detective's perspective on everything. 

Gone Girl (R)

A classic, if you haven't seen it please do yourself a favor. It’s about a married couple, and the wife ends up going missing and the investigation to find her, while also following her perspective.  

Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile (R) (Available on Netflix)

This is a movie about Ted Bundy and it’s everything a movie about a serial killer should be, it doesn't glamorize anything and doesn't depict the crimes and honors the victims. It is told from the perspective of his longtime girlfriend Liz and how she is finding out about the crimes and worrying if Ted is involved. Amazing movie and really good acting by Zac Efron and Lily Collins.

Ready or Not (R)

This is about a bride on her wedding day who, on the night of her wedding, is forced to play a game with her in-laws and things... happen. That’s all I’ll say.   

It: Chapter 1 + It: Chapter 2 (R)

Honestly, I prefer the first one over the second but both are amazing. The first movie follows a group of kids who are followed by an evil spirit that changes forms haunt them, and the second movie is when the kids are all grown up and have to deal with the spirit again. 

Us (R)

This movie scared the fuck out of me so this might be the biggest "horror” movie on the list. Directed by Jordan Peele so obviously it’s good, it follows a family who see a group of people on their driveway... that look familiar? idk how to explain it without giving it away but that’s in the trailer so...

Get Out (R)

I feel like if you havent seen this by now you're never gonna but like... see it. It’s great and really layered and it has such a good flow to it, at no point did i feel like it dragged on. 

The Invisible Man (R)

i LOVE this movie, it unfolds so well. It follows a woman who is running away from an abusive relationship and when she does get away, she feels like she is being followed by something or someone. 

Comedy

Shrek (PG)

honestly any of these movies will do, they are still the funniest movies i’ve ever seen- donKEYH

Legally Blonde (PG-13)

invented the word iconic, truly.  About a woman who gets broken up with and then gets into law school to prove herself. 

Booksmart (R)

Coming of age movie with two friends who try and spend a wild night out on the night before their graduation.... literally every character, both side and main, are hilarious and i would watch an entire spin-off movie about them if it got made.

The Road to El Dorado (PG)

an animated movie that you've probably seen via a meme of at some point. two friends find a map to the lost City of Gold, then try and con their way to the gold to steal it. 

The Nice Guys (R)

a duo of dudes who don’t get along at all are forced to come together and solve the disappearance of a young girl, all while other groups of people are looking for her too. 

Thor: Ragnarok (PG-13)

yes i’m categorizing this as a comedy because it’s the funniest marvel movies ever... idk if i really need to explain the pot because it’s a marvel movie and they all kinda have the same one lol. 

We’re the Millers (R)

A guy tries to create a fake family in order to hide the fact that he is trying to bring drugs across the border.

Bridesmaids (R)

It’s about a woman who goes through a breakup and then finds out her best friend is getting married.... idk it’s funny... who hasnt seen it at this point... 

Game Night (R)

a group of friends come together for a game night, but one person from the group ends up being taken and after finding out that is not part of the game, the group needs to try and save them... it doesn't sound like a comedy but it is.  

Romance (+ Comedy?)

10 Things I Hate About You (PG-13)

about two sisters, one is younger and wants a boyfriend while the older one doesn’t want one, and the younger one has a crush on another dude at her school and the other one is trying to ignore a dude who has expressed interest in her

Stuck in Love (R)

About a family of three, a single father, a daughter and a son, who all are having plots of their own. The son has a crush on a girl, the daughter is very anti-love due to her parent's divorce, and the father is still trying to get the wife back.

Before We Go (PG-13)

Two strangers meet and spend the night trying to find the women’s purse that ended up getting stolen and has to make it back to her hometown by the end of the night... it’s so cute and really easy to watch movie. 

The Edge of Seventeen (R)

It’s about a girl who basically hates her life and finds out her best friend is dating her older brother, while also trying to find love for herself. 

Obvious Child (R)

It follows a girl who’s a stand-up comedian who just got broken up with and has a one-night stand with a guy she met after a show, then weeks later finds out she’s pregnant. It stars Jenny Slate so... watch it. 

Set It Up (Netflix)

Two assistants come up with a plan to get their bosses off their backs by setting them up with each other.

Atonement (R)

There’s not a lot to say without giving away spoilers so... a period drama about a potential couple?

Miscellaneous 

The Bling Ring (R)

a movie about a real-life story of a group of teens who decided to rob a bunch of famous peoples houses, i have no idea what genre this is because it’s not really a thriller, you don’t follow the investigation so it’s not a crime movie, it’s not a comedy, idk... it flew by and was really easy to watch with an interesting plot so... 

Tangled (PG)

everyone ignores this Disney movie... idk why. it’s very cute and it’s the story of rapunzel.... go watch it. 

The Parent Trap (PG)

this is about two kids who, which attending a summer camp, find out that they're twins that they got separated when their parents get divorced and then they decide to pretend ot be one another, go back to their parents and reunite them...it’s kind of a comedy, romance, coming of age movie... it’s real cute. 

Wall-E (G)

another disney movie that doesn’t get enough credit... a movie about how the earth has become overcome by trash and humans are in search for a new place to live, while robots are made to pick up their mess... one robot falls in love with another... real cute. 

The Skeleton Twins (R)

after years of not seeing/talking to each other, the pair of twins (brother and sister), reunite after a set of tragedies and it takes you through them trying to become closer and figuring out how to help each other. 

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (PG)

I mean... it’s the story of spiderman but it’s animated int he coolest way possible, making it 1000x better and more entertaining... also john mulaney voices a spider pig. 

TELEVISION

Crime

Criminal Minds

Follows an FBI team from the behavioral analysis unit who look at the worst criminals in the US and anticipate their next moves in order to catch them. This show is 15 seasons long and each episode is about 40 minutes so... a good commitment lol 

Sharp Objects

A reporter returns to her hometown to investigate unsolved murders of children, and she reunites with her estranged family, which sparks traumatic childhood memories. It’s one season and 8 episodes about an hour-long

The Mind of Aaron Hernandez

This is a Netflix docu-series with interviews of friends, players and insiders, this examines how Aaron Hernandez went from an NFL star to a convicted killer. It’s 3 episodes and each is an hour-long.

Unbelievable 

A Netflix series about a teen who reports being raped, then recants her story, two female detectives follow evidence that could reveal the truth; based on a true story. 8 episodes and they're about 40-50 minutes. 

Mindhunter

FBI agents attempt to understand and catch serial killers by studying their damaged psyches. Along the way, the agents pioneer the development of modern serial-killer profiling. 2 seasons and 19 episodes altogether, each running about 40 minutes. 

Cold Case Files

Netflix series that chronicles the re-examination of long-unsolved crimes and the journeys of law enforcement personnel who reopened them.

Comedy

One Day at a Time

Netflix series (now on POP TV) a newly single Army veteran, and her Cuban-American family, as they navigate the ups and downs of life. Now a nurse, she is raising two strong-willed children with the help of her mother. 3 seasons and a 4th premiering now, each episode is 30 minutes. 

Brooklyn 99

Honestly... if you havent watched this show by now wtf... it’s a bunch of cops being really dumb watch it. 7 seasons and each episode is 30 minutes. 

Schitt’s Creek

a wealthy family suddenly find themselves completely broke. With only one remaining asset, a small town called Schitt's Creek, which the family bought years earlier as a joke, this once-wealthy couple must give up life as they know it and are forced to face their newfound poverty head-on and come together as a family to survive. This has 6 seasons and each episode is about 30 minutes long.   

Barry

low-level hit man Barry Berkman seeks a way out of his career, and while follows his target into an acting class and ends up instantly drawn to the community, so he tries to outrun his life of crime while his boss is trying to find him and hunt him down. This show is a mix of comedy and crime but to me it’s way funnier so that’s why i put it here, it’s 2 seasons and they're each about 30 minutes. 

Veep

follows a vice president dealing with a political landscape and trying to move forward in her career... this show is so funny please watch it. 7 seasons long and each episode is about 30 minutes. 

Superstore

this shows follows a bunch of retail employees that work at a ~superstore~ and it just shows how much stupidity retail workers have to deal with. It’s 4 seasons and about 30 minutes long each episode. 

Parks and Recreation

If y’all haven't watched this damn show already... you dont deserve a description. watch it. 

Middleditch & Schwartz

It’s a fully improvised comedy special with 3 episodes, it sounds boring but it’s the hardest I’ve laughed in an awhile. it’s crazy how they can have a 2-minute conversation with an audience member and create a whole hour-long story out of that little information they got. It’s a Netflix original and like I said, it’s 3 hour-long episodes. 

Miscellaneous

Euphoria

follows the troubled life of 17-year-old girl, a drug addict fresh from rehab with no plans to stay clean. Circling in Rue's orbit are Jules, a transgender girl searching for where she belongs; Nate, a jock whose anger issues mask sexual insecurities; Chris, a football star who finds the adjustment from high school to college harder than expected; Cassie, whose sexual history continues to dog her; and Kat, a body-conscious teen exploring her sexuality. 1 season with 8 episodes that run about 50 minutes. 

I Am Not Okay With This

A teenager navigates the complexities of high school, family and her sexuality while dealing with new superpowers. Each episode is about 30 minutes and it’s 1 season. 

MUSIC

so my spotify can be found here and i’m gonna start this off by naming some of my favorite artists (mainly pop/rock/alternative), then at the bottom i will link the playlist of my current favorites full of individual songs that i’ve been listening to at the moment/all-time favorites. 

Alessia Cara: SO UNDERRATED. some of my favorites are October, Out of Love, A Little More, Ready and Not Today

flor: they need to be bigger, their last album was one of my all-time favorite albums. some of my favorites are slow motion, never was mine, moonday, and money.

5 Seconds of Summer: this isnt surprising if you actually have paid attention but... good music. some favs are no shame, why won't you love me, high, wildflower and babylon.

Greyson Chance: his new stuff is everything. favs are Dancing Next to Me, Boots, and Shut Up.

LP: this music just makes me feel cool idk, the lower gritty voice and strong instruments are great. favs are Girls Go Wild, When We’re High, and Suspicion. 

Angie McMahon: just a girl with a deep voice and an electric guitar... stunning. favs are Slow Mover,  Missing Me and Pasta.

Isaac Dunbar: I don’t understand why he isnt big right now... the flavor. favs are Comme Des Garcons, Suicide (suicide tw), and Freshman Year. 

The Band Camino: god their music is so good and addicting. my favs are Hush Hush, Less Than I Do, See Through and Daphne Blue.

bülow: this girl writes bangers. favs are Own Me, Puppy Love, Boys Will Be Boys and Wake Up

Carlie Hanson: all her songs get stuck in my head they're amazing. favs are WYA, Toxins, Back in My Arms, and Hazel.

Hayley Williams: if y’all havent checked out her new solo stuff... it’s amazing. favs are Dead Horse, Sudden Desire, and Why We Ever. 

COIN: this band is just like... a teen movie vibe you know? some favs are Crash My Car, Hannah, Heart Eyes, and Malibu 1992.

AJR: i’ve seen people either love them or hate them... idk i like the quirky lyrics and large amount of trumpet solos. favs are Dear Winter, Birthday Party, and Sober Up.

Dermot Kennedy: i’ve talked about this man's lyrical magic before but... my god (also his voice is everything to me). my favs are Lost, Redemption, An Evening I Will Not Forget (THAT SECOND VERSE KILLS ME HE JUST RANTS), and Outgrown.

Tove Lo: it angers me more people don’t pay attention to her, she makes bop after bop. favs are Anywhere You Go, Mateo, and Mistaken. 

The Driver Era: the fact this used to be a Disney group before two members split and made their own music is crazy lol. my favs are A Kiss, Nobody Knows, San Fransico, and Welcome to the End of Your Life.

The Aces: my extremely underrated indie-pop girl-group... the melodies are so catchy. favs are Daydream, Last One, and Just Like That. 

Lennon Stella: nothing really to say besides the fact shes amazing. favs are Kissing Other People, Bad, Fortress, and BITCH.

Maisie Peters: her voice is so cute and soft but her lyrics are so good. favs are This is On You, In My Head, Feels Like This, and You to You.

Pale Waves: im gonna agree with the common criticism that a lot of their music sounds the same... but the sound is good so? my favs are Came in Close, Drive,  Noises, and One More Time. 

A R I Z O N A: idk man they're great. favs are Nostalgic, Freaking Out,  Electric Touch, and Summer Days.

Sabrina Carpender: her voice... her... yes. favs are Honeymoon Fades, Pushing 20, Exhale and In My Bed. 

Winnetka Bowling League: i’m fully aware this is the most indie band name you’ve ever heard, but the lyrics are too good to pass up, get ready for sad boi hours. favs are Alice, are you okay?, Something in the Air, and  Sixteen. 

LEON: bop after bop after bop, her voice is incredible. favs are Who You Lovin, You and I (SAINT WKND Remix), and No Goodbyes. 

Winona Oak: her voice is everything and her imagery is insane. some favs are He Don’t Love Me, Control, Let Me Know, and Another Story.  

Allie X: again.... why do more people no tknow about this melodic queen. favs are Regulars, Need You, and Casanova. 

joan: really 80s and groovy. favs are Tokyo, Love Me Better, and Love Somebody Like You. 

Oh Wonder: the most chill and beautiful music. favs are Happy, In and Out of Love and Lonely Star

girl in red: favs are bad idea!, we fell in love in october, say anything, and dead girl in the pool.  

Wallows: these are, again, very 80s teen movie. favs are OK, 1980s Horror Film, Are You Bored Yet, and Sun Tan.

Favorite individual songs atm can be found on this spotify playlist!

That’s it! thank you for even bothering to read any of this! i hope you got some entertainment out of it! everyone stay home and stay safe!

[365days365movies]

February 2, 2021: Pretty Woman (Review)

Before I jump right into this review, I would like to say something about this movie: it’s timeless, while not aging super well for a couple of reasons. Those reasons make this film a tad problematic, and they are as follows, at least according to me:

Prostitution: Look, in NO WAY can I claim to be an expert, or very knowledgeable on culture in the world of sex workers, duh. But, given changing opinions in this during the past three decades since this film came out, this is bound to seem a little dated. Still, some credit for Edward not being...terribly condescending to her throughout this movie. Again, this is just something I’m noting. If anyone with more expertise knows more about how sex workers feel about this film, hit me up; I’m quite curious.

Edward: Speaking of Edward, though, I know that his character came off at the time as similar to Gordon Gekko from Wall Street (can’t confirm, never seen it), and stereotypical businessman characters (and actual people) from the time, and that he was probably considered quite suave and cool at that time. And don’t get me wrong, Edward is...fine...but living in 2021, and in the current political climate in America...dude comes off like a STRAIGHT sociopath throughout this movie. Yeah, no, less Prince Charming, more Prince Harming. I saw somebody describe him as a romantic Patrick Bateman, and GODDAMN does that resonate. That Zodiac Killer joke from the Recap? That was only slightly kidding, real talk.

I’m sure there are more (especially in terms of gender politics and sexism, but I AM NOT QUALIFIED ENOUGH FOR THAT), but these are the ones that came to me during the watching of the film. Anyway, shall we continue? Because I really DID like this movie, despite some problems with it. Let’s get the Review started!

Review

Cast and Acting: 9/10

Edward might be a sociopath, but I don’t lame Richard Gere for that at all. He works through the character to create some legit emotional development for him, and I appreciate it quite a bit. But he’s not the draw here. First, let’s talk about the supporting cast here. Yes, really.  Héctor Elizondo, a Garry Marshall regular, IS A GOD in this movie. I love Barney so much, you have no idea. Laura San Giacomo is a quirky best friend, and I love her. Ralph Bellamy plays a very sweet man in David Morse (even if I disagree with his business). And finally, Jason Alexnder’s Phil Stuckey is IMPRESSIVELY slimy, if a little much at times. Still, he made a good villain in a film that didn’t necessarily need one.

But you all know. You know who takes the entire show here, I know you do. That 9 up there? Sure, the supporting cast carries about 2 of those points, and Gere has one...but JULIA FRIGGIN’ ROBERTS, ACTRESS QUEEN OF ROMANCIA is the star and glue of this movie! She’s perfect, she’s charming, she’s quirky, and she’s absolutely fantastic. Holy shit, I understand solely from this movie, why Julia Roberts became as much of a star as she is.

Plot and Writing: 8/10

Roger Ebert called this a good take on the Pygmalion and Cinderella formulas, both of which the movie heartily acknowledges. And, uh...yeah, it’s a legitimately good take on those formulae, while still being its own unique film, and it’s getting credit for that! It’s interesting to me that J.F. Lawton is the writer, because he...he didn’t do any great things after this one. Under Siege, maybe. Blankman, maybe. I haven’t seen either, so I can’t comment. However, he also wrote Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death. Um. What. Pardon me. Wut. Anyway, plot’s good, character development is apparent through the writing and story, and the only real problem I have is that the time scale is literally a week. And it’s a fairy tale, yeah, and the cheesy nature of some of it definitely shows that. So, not perfect, but still good and unique!

Directing and Cinematography: 7/10

Garry Marshall, former advisor of the land of Romancia...yeah, you did alright. Nothing over-the-top amazing, but not bad by any means. It’s good, but it’s an average kind of good. Same goes for Charles Minsky’s cinematography, which is quite good, but never really breathtaking to me. Good, just not necessarily a cinematic masterpiece.

Production and Art Design: 8/10

The dichotomy between Vivian’s street world and Edward’s high-society world is very well visually portrayed, I gotta say. Most of that isn’t exactly iconically distinctive, but it’s still good. I say MOST of it because, well...Julia Roberts, man. The outfits she’s given in this movie are insanely iconic, even to this day, and they really pick up during the second half of the film. The polo dress, the Rodeo drive dress, the GODDAMN RED OPERA DRESS! It’s all gorgeous, and I genuinely love it all. But one wardrobe does not a movie make. Hence, it’s not perfect, but it’s still up there.

Music and Editing: 7/10

How goes it, James Newton Howard? This won’t be the last time I see you this year, I’m sure. And your score here is great! ANd I don’t remember it...at all! Literally, all of that music is drowned out for me by Roy Orbison’s “Pretty Woman.” By the way, DID NOT REALIZE that that wasn’t Elvis Presley, nor did my girlfriend. You learn something every day. But anyway, here’s the deal: this film is Dirty Dancing in reverse, in terms of music. And slightly worse than that. A lot of pop songs are peppered throughout this movie, and they’re all famous and good...but they aren’t really tied to this movie much, outside of “Pretty Woman.” But they’re mostly fitting with the times presented in the movie, unlike some of Dirty Dancing’s soundtrack. Not as iconic, but better fitting with the atmosphere. There you have it.

I mean, yeah, a LOT, even. At least 78% approval from me!

Pretty Woman is a cheesy yet heartfelt fairy tale of a movie, and it’s sweet all throughout. Problematic or not, I understand how this film but a crown on the heads of the King and Queen of Romancia. ALL HAIL KING GERE AND QUEEN ROBERTS!

But wait...on the horizon. A rival, and far larger nation, is arming its people, led by a fearsome warrior Queen, and one of her most faithful Kings. The Holy Romance Empire is on the march, and it wants blood. Until then...they will get no sleep.

February 3, 2021: Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

[angelkurenai]

Imagine having to pretend to be a couple with your boss, Dean, for a case of a serial killer who targets couples and you have to make out the whole while.

“Alright, that's it. If the news say that they also got a letter after this-” you pointed at the photos projected on the white screen in front of the whole team “Then I'm out. I'm not going to be hunting zodiac's ghost now, that's not my department and I'm definitely not paid enough for it. Serial killers I'll take, any day, but their ghosts is a no-go.”

“What? Not a fan of ghosts there, (Y/l/n)?” Gabriel said, loving to tease the living heaven out of you, but you only shot him a glare. You'd have thrown him the object closest to you at the moment but that happened to be your badge and you were sure that if he got his hands on it, he wouldn't return it just to earn a good laugh out of the situation you'd get in. Despite how much you loved the guy as family, he had an impeccable way of getting on your nerves with his jokes. And you weren't the only one.

“Wanna figure that on your own, Gabe, or what? I have my gun right here in case you'd like to try walking through walls, you know.” you challenged back, raising a casual eyebrows as you leaned forward.

“Oh get in the line, honey.” he chuckled “I never took you for one to believe in the supernatural, though.”

“I know I will regret asking, but why is that so?” your best friend, Sam, asked from his seat next to you.

“Well, simple.” Gabriel leaned back in his seat, legs propped up on the table in a way that made you want to roll your eyes. The best team of cops in the entire police station, definitely the entire city and even the state itself and yet... a bunch of five-year-olds. Kids. You worked with kids. “Because she hasn't slept with me to know the ultimate experience of-”

“You finish that sentence then so help me, Gabriel.” this time it wasn't neither you nor Sam, who much like an older brother figure wouldn't hesitate to be protective, that spoke up. It was a much more rough and deep voice that belonged to none other but the leader himself, Dean Winchester. “I'll let you know that (Y/l/n) is not the only who has a gun in this room. So unless you'd like to try another supernatural experience of your own, alone, then keep it shut for the rest of the briefing too.”

At his words, and the tone in his voice, you couldn't help but glance at your chief. His words had indeed made Gabriel shut up, only because he knew that if he pissed the man off about something concerning you then there would be hell to pay. Others had learned so the hard way. The members of the team were different, you were a family after all these years of working together, so it definitely meant Dean was a bit more soft towards them. As much as soft could go on this line of work and with such a case hanging right above your heads. The pressure of a serial killer on the loose had you all on edge, the team and whole station too, but even more so the detective himself. Another murder had been reported but you had not gotten there in time to get the killer and the frustration was obvious on the gree-eyed man you had come closest to.

Said green eyes that were red-rimmed and tired, dark circles from lack of sleep very much obvious and making your heart ache. It wasn't easy getting attached to someone in this line of work – and what you felt for Dean was much more than just an attachment – not to mention get involved with someone who was also part of the job himself. But at the end of the day you couldn't help the pull on your heartstrings. His suit jacket was resting on his seat, his white sleeves rolled up, his tie lose around his neck along with a button or two undone. A scruff had started to form, obviously no time for things such as shaving anymore. All signs that he was beating himself up for yet another victim were right there.

The man looked in your direction and you held his gaze if only for a few seconds so as not to make it too obvious to both him and the rest of your friends and colleagues.

You cleared your throat and put on a small smirk, glancing at Gabriel and saying what would hopefully be the last line about the issue “It would have been a unique supernatural experience indeed. Me falling asleep the first three minutes. Quiet the magic you'd have pulled there, seeing as I have never once in my life been able to fall asleep so fast naturally.”

You grinned even more when you heard a small laugh come from Jack's direction. Despite his young age, he had remarkable abilities on the field and quickly had proved to be a valuable asset to the team. Besides, he was more family in the first place before he decided to follow in his adoptive father's – Castel's – steps and become a colleague too, all also thanks to his bright mind.

“Oh someone's in the mood today.” he smirked, unable to stop himself from commenting. And even though, by the looks of it, he had more to say he refered from it because of the sharp look Dean gave him.

“I'll be in the mood only when I go on vacation. Which I need real bad but because of this asshole seems to be even further away from now.” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back in your seat “And I definitely don't get paid enough for this.”

“If you're looking for a change of career then I always have the perfect suggestion for you, darling. All you have to do is ask.” the smirk was as clear as the accent in the man's voice and you raised an eyebrow at him. He was no part of he team per see, because he wasn't a cop, but being a man who did business in the dark meant he had ears and eyes around when the crime really took place the most and therefore was of great help to you.

“Work... Work for you? But then what could she be do-” Jack started with an adorable frown. Despite how smart and skilled he was on the job, he seriously lacked social skills much like his father.

“Stripping.” you shrugged, face blank “I never get to play that role when it comes to cases, by the way.” any of the words you said were not meant seriously but that one sentence was. Only because someone, green eyes, full lips, tall and firm built, and your superior was always being over-protective and even possessive even though he had no right to. So if you could piss him off for it, then so be it. “So yeah, work as a stripper. Most probably. At least I hope? Because I swear, if you're thinking of making me a hooker, Crowley I'll personally kick your-”

“Alright, kids. If you're done fooling around then would you mind if we kept going with the briefing or are we interruptingyou?” sarcasm was nearly dripping from his lips and you raised an eyebrow at him “But we have a serial killer on the loose and a clock ticking that says we should catch his the soonest possible.”

“Whom-” you started to point out “We would have caught had someone decided to listen to my plan the previous time. But you're still glad you didn't let me go through with that, aren't you?”

“Which involved you nearly getting killed and don't tell me I don't know that!” he pointed out, raising a finger to stop you from talking, his voice deep and authoritative when the next words came from his lips “Don't you dare. Because it would mean you getting face to face with a man who could easily shoot you without a second thought if he realized you're a cop. You couldn't have handled it, nobody could, and you bet your ass I'm glad I didn't give you my permission to go through with that.”

And as that, with only a few words, you forgot all about how much you wanted to comfort the man and take some of the weight off his shoulder. With only a few words you almost forgot just how much you cared for- well, scratch that. You almost forgot just how much you loved the man and the only thing that you could feel, for the man and in general, was endless frustration. He could drive you insanely mad with anger just by using a couple words. And despite knowing how much care was behind hose words, despite how much good he wanted to do, he managed to do the opposite almost every time. Like this one.

“Well good for you, chief!” you nearly exclaimed “Now go ahead and add another body to the long list and let us all wait and see how many dead people it will take for you to listen to my plan. Which, by the way let's be honest, is the closest we'd be able to get to him and we both know it, Dean.”

He held your gaze, his anger bubbling up as well as he clenched his jaw. It was almost like a staring match, ready to see that whoever broke the look first then they lost the argument. He scoffed, in the end, tearing his eyes away from yours before he started rubbing them “You know what? I'm not doing this with you. I'm too tired to try and convince you it wouldn't work. Not without consequences.”

“And I am too tired trying to convince you that just because I am a woman, doesn't mean I can't handle things like everybody else! Doesn't mean I can't be a good cop and doesn't mean I-” you hadn't realised when your voice started raising but in such a match, it could never get more scary or powerful that Dean's roaring one. Much like now when he cut you off.

“Well, much fucking better than being dead! And I can't have that- I won't have that and you know it. Not with anybody in this team and especially not with you!” he nearly made you jump in your place because, and even if it was scary, you appreciated that when it came to yelling at you or in general kicking your ass as any boss should, he took no consideration of gender (unlike previous chiefs you've had) and made no discriminations “So-” he continued in a lower but just as dangerous voice “You can go and hate me all you want but I'll take it, just like I'll take another death take it all on me, because – and you can call me a selfish bastard for this if you want to, fine by me – I'd much rather it be someone I don't know and not you.”

The silence that followed after that was so thick you could almost cut right through it. You felt your eyes burn and upon realizing it was unshed tears, you forced yourself to look away from him. You could only hear his heavy breathing and you could almost see him, resting his weight on his chair as he gripped the back with both his hands in firm fists. Nobody said a word for a good few seconds and although you could feel their eyes, it wasn't what made you uncomfortable – if uncomfortable was what you felt that is. You couldn't place your finger on what it was yet. They were somewhat used to this, for sure it wasn't the first time, but it was the first time with such a dangerous killer out there and so many victims. Dean did take it all on his shoulder but it was affecting all of you and it clearly was wearing off on your nerves.

“Alright uhm-” Sam was the one to break the silence this time, clearing his throat softly “What Dean is trying to say is... this is hard, for all of us. Having another victim on the list is-” he let out a shaky sigh “It's on all of us, but mostly him and I. And for that, and for the poor young soul that was lost, we have a plan to put an end to him once and for all.”

Leave it to the second in command to put everything back in order and get the detective, and brother of his, and everybody else back on the game. It certainly had your attention.

“And... what will the plan involve?” Castiel who had kept silent until now, spoke up with a frown.

“We've uh-” he glanced at Dean as if asking for a permission to inform everyone, not that he really needed it, but he asked and got it with a nod “We've noticed that the past month has been a pattern. Besides his MO which was obvious from the first kills, we only now saw there is something similar to a pattern. A pattern that lasts a whole month, despite the kills, and we only now got to notice: it's the place he prays. Four months ago, for an entire month, this is where the kills took place. Three months ago it was here.Two months ago, here. And this month-” he kept pointing spot after spot on the map as he kept speaking, until he finally showed the forest just on the outskirts of the town “Last three deaths, all on this very forest.”

“That's- that's where he is, where he stays and where he prays.” the words left in a gasp from your lips “So we- we're going to just... go and find him? And that's- that's it?” the excitement was hard to hide.

“No, no we're not.” it was Dean's low voice. You still wouldn't look at Dean, arms crossed over your chest and eyebrows pulled into a deep frown. “We'll follow a different plan. Another way.”

Sam sighed a bit “There have been cabins or old warehouses in all of the places he's killed, too secluded for anyone to notice. And we have our eyes on one in this forest as well but we can't blow our cover in case we don't catch him there. No, we'll let him think we're still in the dark and... let him come to us.” that earned more than a few raised eyebrows from all of you “We'll lure him out, let him do what he does best. Or at least get close to it. There is a plan, a bit of an alteration to (Y/n)'s.” you were surprised how Dean didn't comment something on that but he was suddenly far more serious than before “There will be a car there tonight, there will be a couple and he will want to strike. Our people will be there, the team only at first with the rest on alert, all around but definitely hiding while... you, (Y/n), will be in the car.” ah of course.

Your back straightened and your eyes immediately fell on Dean who look more stiff than ever, and now you also knew why “And you're ok with this?” he knew you were speaking to him so he looked up to meet your gaze. He didn't have to say anything because it was clear as a crystal that no, he wasn't and didn't want to put you in danger even if were alright with it. You sighed, nodding your head “So, if I am to be in the car I'll have to be with another man, right? He goes for couples and I'm more than fine with playing my part – especially since the business doesn't let me get any – but what? Will we just get an actor or something?”

“If only it was that easy. We're not putting civilians in the line, obviously. It'll be another cop. More specifically... another member of the team.” Sam explained and you frowned a bit more.

“O-oh ok.” you shifted a bit in your seat, not too glad to get that kind of close to the men you considered brothers, all but one but he was out of the question “That's... also an option.”

“Oh well, if you're looking for a volunteer then I'd gladly-”

“Don't you even think about it.” although in a low voice, Dean's words were very much scary.

“It's-” Sam sighed, glancing at his brother “The most dangerous position as you can tell. You didn't want you to be there either but this is our last chance and uh in case something goes wrong and the backup is not there in time then the ones inside the car will have to fight him off on their own. So uhm in order not to risk anybody else's life more than nec-”

“I'll do it.” Dean's gruff voice echoes in the room, having cut Sam off and made everyone stay silent, and it makes you feel shivers run down your spine and your breath get caught in your throat “I'll be with you in the car, (Y/n). Play the part.” his eyes met yours and you could swear you forgot your own name too.

“And somehow I am not shocked to hear that.” it was Crowley's turn this time but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. You couldn't in fact bring yourself to look anywhere but Dean.

Dean sighed but didn't comment on it. Instead he straightened his back and said “Sam will inform you all about the rest of the details and your positions. He will lead the team on the field. I have to meet with Shurley about some final details and...” he paused at the door, turning just a bit to glance at you “I want to see you in my office to discuss a couple thingsin case this takes a bloody turn, ok?”

“Sure” was the only thing you could whisper, knowing too well that that was the most important part for him. Your safety.

~*~

It was getting hard to breathe. Was it always so hard to breathe when inside a car? You contemplated opening a window but you knew that it wouldn't be the best idea. Plus, you realized that it was only because of how close Dean was sitting and because that distance would soon be gone. Glancing at your watch you realized the moment was fast approaching and you could feel your heart leap to your throat.

“Alright lovebirds, I'm throwing this in before you get too distracted and before I hear something that will scar me for life.” both you and Dean visibly rolled your eyes “The sun is getting down and soon you'll have to play your parts. We are all in position and backup on their places too. Good luck and have fun!”

“The real fun will only be when I put some tape over that mouth, I tell you.” you grumbled and saw the corner's of Dean's lips lift into a small smirk. You could swear you also heard him say something to the other man through the walkie-talkie. And then back to silence... or not.

“You haven't been getting enough sleep.” you caught yourself whispering when you saw the man rub his eyes tiredly.

It took him a couple seconds to react but he spoke in the end “No I haven't.” he knew there was no point in denying it or trying to deflect it, especially not with you “But I will once we get the son of a bitch.”

“That's not the right way to deal with it, you could just break down any given moment.” you couldn't stop yourself from sounding as if you were scolding him, but a fight was not what you were going for “But I suppose it's ok.” you admittedwith a soft sigh, almost tired one.

“To break down?” he asked after a good few seconds and hearing the smirk in his voice made you grin.

“Being on edge, I mean. Like, not that it is healthy, but it's impossible to relax either. None of us has been able to these days so I understand you.” you tried to relax further in your seat “And if only this damn car could make it easier. Where's Baby when you need her.”

“Don't worry.” his voice had taken such a soft tone it made you melt on the inside. When you felt the contact though it made your heart still in your chest. It took you a couple seconds to realize you were actually more relaxed than before, although of a higher temperature than before. “Once this is over I promise to take you on a long ride, with as many burgers as you want, wherever you want.”

“I like the sound of it.” you whispered, glancing at his hand holding yours and his thumb rubbing softly over your knuckles. But despite how beautiful it was and how good it felt, there was a feeling at the pit of your stomach that was deep-settled fear. “If we end up making it out of here, that is.”

“We will. You will, I'll make sure of it.” his voice sounded firm and looked away from you, staring straight ahead of him “Whatever it takes.”

“I mean-” you shrugged softly “Even if I go tonight... it won't be such a bad way to go, you know?” that made him look at you but you kept your gaze straight ahead “Watching the sunset from a great place is something I haven't done in so so long. Being with someone... close to me, the family that you are to me, despite how mad you drive me sometimes.” it earned a low chuckle from him and you turned your head to look at him “It's true. But hey, at least, I'll be able to brag to every girl I know in the after life that I kissed Dean Winchester. That's pretty dope, isn't it?”

He smiled gently at you, his forehead was leaning against yours before you even realized it. But when his lips pressed on the corner of yours, it certainly was a feeling you'd never forget “Please. Heavily make out, for sure.” he grinned and you giggled before you could stop it “And I'll be the one bragging.”

“Do you think...” you started softly, moving so that you could rest your head on his shoulder “There is a chance we... we win this?”

“Tell you what.” he took a deep breath “I am not sure but if we do then... everything will change after that and I hope... I pray it's in a good way.”

“I hope that too.” you whispered, looking out to see the sun had set for good and darkness was all around you “Here we go.”

[jeongyunhoed]

You’re traveling to another dimension It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity It is the middle ground between light and shadow, Between science and superstition It ties between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge This is the dimension of imagination

An ATEEZ Twilight Zone!AU (masterlist here)

A/N: Second to the last story let’s go! This was probably the most challenging thing I’ve ever had to write from all the chapters in TOD. Stay tuned because there’s one final chapter in this series, enjoy~

VIII. Sleep (Seonghwa)

With heavy steps, Park Seonghwa arrived at the office of his best friend and psychiatrist Kim Hongjoong. He opened the door and walked in, his friend looking surprised yet concerned at his presence. This was the first time Seonghwa ever set foot in his friend’s office as it was usually the other way around. The reason for that was that Seonghwa couldn’t stand being at home, he didn’t want to keep himself indoors, not when he was plagued with something he couldn’t describe and knew that only Hongjoong would be able to understand. He could no longer stand just being at home. 

Seonghwa was someone with a very vivid imagination. It wasn’t something he was proud of, especially in his current predicament. His dreams were constant and incredibly clear as if it was all really happening to him that he would only realize that nothing did when he woke up. But his dreams were more like nightmares, which was partly why he disliked his imaginative mind. To Park Seonghwa, his imagination was spiraling out of control. 

Without a word, Seonghwa sat down on the chair, tapping his feet at the uneasiness he was feeling. Hongjoong didn’t ask yet and instead offered to get him some water in case he needed it. Seonghwa got up from his seat to Hongjoong’s surprise, and paced back and forth, looking even more jittery. 

“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here or do I have to ask you?” Hongjoong spoke, breaking the momentary silence between them. 

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair and sighed, blinking several times. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired, I didn’t sleep a wink all night, I haven’t been sleeping well at all, I haven’t slept in four days, four days to be exact,” He said, thanking him for the water and downing the contents of the glass in one shot. 

“No wonder you’re feeling that way, you haven’t slept, why didn’t you sleep?” Hongjoong raised a brow, gesturing for him to sit down. 

Seonghwa slid down onto the couch near his desk. “I can’t quite describe it, I feel like it’s weird of me to have this kind of problem, it’s what’s been keeping me up at night, you know, and I feel bad for never having told you but, it’s bothering me even more now.” 

“What’s bothering you?” Hongjoong leaned against his desk. 

“You’re probably going to think I’m weird about it” Seonghwa sat back, blinking a few more times to keep himself awake. “Well, it’s not that I don’t want to sleep, but, I know if I slept, I know, I just know, I’m going to die” He revealed. 

Hongjoong stared at him. “How do you think you’re going to die?” 

Seonghwa fumbled with the hem of his shirt. “My heart’s going to fail me and I die in my sleep… but my imagination’s making me think that I’m being chased in my dreams or something, it’s like every time I close my eyes to sleep, the dream I’d have is like a continuation of my last, just like an episode on tv, an episodic dream. I can feel it even if I know it’s not there,” He looked down as he tried to explain. 

“What was the dream? Who do you think was chasing you?” Hongjoong asked. 

“This… woman, I don’t know her name but I know her face, and the way she looked at me it was like she was determined to kill me. Wherever I go, she was there,” Seonghwa recalled. “Have you ever had that?” He looked back up at him. 

“No, I can’t say I have, but those are just dreams, your subconscious, nothing’s going to happen to you out here. If there is anything I have observed from the hundreds of people that come to my office, it’s that the mind loves to misbehave, and when it does, chemicals shift,” Hongjoong tried to advise him. “I can write you a prescription for some sedatives and put you on a little routine to keep your dreams in check if you want,” 

“That-that would be a good idea” Seonghwa sighed and got up, but even then he wasn’t convinced. He couldn’t explain it any more than he could to Hongjoong, whom he knew meant well but probably still didn’t understand what he was going through. 

The sky was dark outside, and Seonghwa got in his car, prescription in his hand, and ready to go to the nearest pharmacy. He drove down the road, making a few turns as he realized his friend’s office was slightly distant from where he needed to go. He blinked several times, fighting back a yawn that would escape his mouth ever so often the past several days. Seonghwa kept glancing at the mirror, feeling a chill down his spine the more he kept glancing over the backseat. 

He knew there was nothing there, yet he felt like something was there. It made him remember the video about a famous murder. It made him remember another video he watched, about the Zodiac killer, how some encounters with those killers were at a parked or moving vehicle. Seonghwa glanced at the mirror again and to his horror, he could see the familiar eyes of that same woman in his dream. He nearly swerved and stomped on the brakes when he saw the red light. Seonghwa nearly bumped his head on the steering wheel and looked back up at the mirror. No one was there. He felt his heart pound, glad that he stopped himself from possibly causing a car accident. 

“I should not be driving, not in this state” Seonghwa muttered to himself. He arrived at the pharmacy and bought the medication Hongjoong prescribed him. He got back in his car and read the prescription again and again, blinking to fight back the sleepiness. 

~ 

Seonghwa was back on the road, passing by a festival that was on its last few hours of the day. People were beginning to go home, save for some couples, and some families who were still playing the games. He could use a distraction, he thought, as he parked his car to join in on the fair. It reminded him of the amusement parks he used to go to as a child in his hometown, with small rollercoasters, fun houses, halls of mirrors. He paid the entrance fee and went in, looking around at the displays of toys, food, and games. Seonghwa smiled when he saw children get the big stuffed animals from hitting the targets along with their parents. 

“Come in! Come in! Come into the funhouse!” He heard someone call out. Seonghwa turned around. “Come into Choi San’s funhouse! There will be tricks and treats! Come in and have fun!” The man wearing a ringmaster’s uniform said, gesturing for people to go inside. 

“Seonghwa, come on, let’s go inside” An arm slinked around his, taking Seonghwa by surprise. It was the woman in his dreams. “We’ll have fun” She had a sinister look in her eye. 

He couldn’t react. He didn’t want to call attention to himself, yet he wondered if he was suddenly dreaming. He probably was dreaming, only he didn’t realize it until she appeared. Seonghwa followed the woman inside, catching a glance at the ringmaster, who looked especially pleased with the two of them. “I-I don’t think I’ll be able to handle this much excitement right now,” He said quietly. 

“Oh? Why not? You’ll have a lot of fun, you’re with me!” She said. 

“I know, that’s why I can’t take it,” He tried to back away, but she maintained her hold on his arm. 

“Oh come on, this is a funhouse! It’s harmless!” She grinned, and the lights went out. 

Seonghwa tried to break free, and as he turned to run away, he nearly fell over when he was face to face with a tall gremlin. He could hear the woman cackling, and it made him run further inside. Everywhere he went, he could see grotesque figures of monsters leering at him. His heart was pounding and he wanted to get out. The woman’s laughter echoed throughout the place until he crashed into one of the mirrors, the shards of glass falling on him. 

There were cuts on his arms and hands but he didn’t care, Seonghwa wanted to get away from her. He wanted this dream to end. “Wake up! Wake up!” He kept telling himself, but he stumbled and fell into a rollercoaster cart. He realized the funhouse was connected to the rollercoaster. 

“Seonghwa, you didn’t think you could get away from me so easily, did you?” The woman was sitting right behind him, laughing in satisfaction. 

“I gave it a shot” He managed to speak. “This is not real, this is not happening! This should end!” He yelled as the ride went at an unusually fast speed. The woman’s laugh was all he could hear as they approached the top, and he saw the drop that came after it. 

~ 

“No!” Seonghwa shot up from his seat. His heart was pounding and he felt very shaken. He was sitting on the couch at Hongjoong’s office, his friend looking at him with a concerned expression. 

“You dozed off when I asked you what’s wrong” Hongjoong spoke. “Here, drink some water,” He set down a glass in front of him. 

He got up. “I think I wasted your time here, Joong,” He said with a sigh. “Remind me-remind me to pay you for this” 

Hongjoong waved a hand dismissively. “No need, I barely got to help you anyway, but you need to get yourself cleaned up,” He said. “You came in here with some blood on your sleeves.” 

Seonghwa stared at his friend and then at his arms and hands. There were cuts and patches of blood on them. The door suddenly opened and to his horror, was the woman. “Dr. Kim, your 4 p.m. is here, should I tell them you’re ready?” She asked. 

Seonghwa backed away, looking too scared to speak. “Hwa, Hwa, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” Hongjoong went up to him, but he broke away, falling through the window. 

~ 

Hongjoong leaned against his desk, noticing something unusual about his friend who was lying on his couch. He reached back to his phone, calling for his secretary. “Jihye, can you come in here for a moment?” He asked before hanging up. The woman appeared, and Hongjoong gestured for her to come forward as he felt Seonghwa’s wrist. 

“Yes, Dr. Kim?” She asked. 

Hongjoong’s expression fell as he checked the pulse. “He’s gone. Just like that.” 

“But he just went in here a moment ago” Jihye was surprised at the news. “Should I make some calls?” She asked. 

“Yeah, you should,” Hongjoong said, glancing at his friend. “I guess there are worse ways to go. At least he went out peacefully.” 

[sachirou-senpai]

Ellie!!!! You think i could get that good-good with a match up?? I’m a Virgo, I wear glasses, am a ENFP, have a slight speech impediment, and I like coming up with aesthetics but never using them... thanks!!

Lilly!!!! Ofc!!

Sooooo...

Based on on the zodiac and MBTI stuff, (but also the vibes!) your ideal match is....

Kageyama Tobio

omfg this boy

i stg he's on some shit

tsundere god (next to tsukki ofc)

u guys are cute together ngl

probably the type to ask you straight up about your voice

no judgement thought, he's just curious and has no tact

probably doesn't really think about it all that much afterwards

hinata asks lots of questions though

"HINATA BOKE SHUT UP"

lol he's protective

buys you milk

unless you don't like milk in which he'll buy you something new every time until he finds something you like

once you tell him you like something,,,,

be prepared to never ingest any other snack food BUT that

he's trying to be nice, okay?

definitely goes soft for you in private and kinda public too

holds your hand everywhere because he likes to feel close

kinda bad at hugs at first but he definitely got better and now they're so so sweet

literally holds onto you forever!!!!

bby 🥺🥺💞

gets pretty jealous but never unhealthily so

just a lil possessive

he definitely gets into the aesthetics you make. you probably have like 50 ones of him.

he's made a couple. they're horrible. you love them

🤾🧑‍🦰🧑🏻

that's his aesthetic. that's it. just that.

best boyfie

loves dates with you. LOVES THEM

legit thinks spending time with you is the best and honestly it shows

tries to make it as special as possible

just a babe 💕💕💞

y'all's kisses are soft 💞

except when he's horny cause then ur screwed 🥴

(maybe literally, if ur down for that)

AND KIYOKO!!!

You actually have the same amount of compatibility with both of them, so honestly it's your pick!

Kiyoko Shimizu

is so nice. how did u get such a nice girlfriend???

give me your secrets!!!!!!!

would be one to secretly steal your glasses just for a little bit just to watch you look for them

not in a mean way because she is a sweetheart

everyone says she's always so sweet and demure all the time and ofc she's sweet but i think she's got a lil trickster in her too

i mean c'mon a girl's gotta have her fun sometimes

picnic dates? yes. pool dates where she not so subtly shows off for you? yes. her being all shy n blushy when you show off for her? yes. 10/10.

she would never ever make fun of your speech impediment. she honestly wouldn't bring it up which makes you wonder if she even noticed. she'd only mention it if someone was trying to make fun of you

would be best wing woman. everyone listens to her so u in trouble with a teacher? have her smile at them and not anymore. someone bothering you at school? she'll give them one killer look and if they don't die they'll certainly leave you alone forever.

same goes for u though

you take on the same role as Tanaka and Noya, although you're not that crazy about it

you'll protect your pretty girlfriend no matter what 💞💞💞

she thinks your aesthetics are very pretty and always saves them, even if you don't

there is legitimately a folder on her phone titled "pretty things lilly made" which is all of the aesthetics you made

best cuddler 10/10 so soft ☺️☺️

kisses are softer! but also so passionate. so good 💕💝💕💗💕

precious relationship 💞💝💖💗💕💓💗💞💖💖💞💖💞

literally precious 😍

here r some links to some stories I like 4 u

some are NSFW

KIYOKO:

KAGS:

[crvmsdecorum]

“If there is no pizza then I’m not going.” 

( zoey deutch, 24 , female, she/her,  ) Did anyone else just see ALESSIA FAUST ? I hear for the FAUST family they can be a bit IMPULSIVE & CRUEL. But I also heard they can be LOYAL & ADVENTUROUS. If you dare, I hear they frequent OLLIE’S in their spare time when they aren’t being a SOLDIER / BOUNCER AT EDEN’S. Tread carefully or else you might be next on their list !

trigger warnings;; mentions of abortion, suicide. 

T h e B a s i c s

Full Name: Alessia Vivienne Faust Nickname(s): Alice, Wild Child, Spitfire, Brat.  Preferred Name(s): None.  Age: 24 Birthday: October 30th Birth Place: Paris, France Current Residence: Chicago, Illinois Zodiac: Scorpio  Nationality: Italian Ethnicity: French, Italian Occupation: Soldier / Bouncer at Eden’s Tattoos: Has the family tattoo on her right upper shoulder and added various flowers around it, a tattoo around her neck, tattoo on her upper right thigh, collarbone tattoo in Italian,  Piercings: Triple earlobe piercings (both ears) w/ one cartilage piercing, industrial piercing on right ear. 

P e r s o n a l

Status: Single as a fucking pringle.  Positive Traits: Protective, Friendly, Selfless, Blunt.  Negative Traits: Reckless, Impulsive, Sarcastic, Grumpy.  Sexual Orientation: Straight

F a m i l y

Father: Matthew Faust (deceased) Mother: Lucille LeRoux (deceased) Siblings: Oliver, Lucian, Darcy, Effie, Hana, Cassidy, Andrew, Caleb. Others: Blair. 

P l a y l i s t

do it like a dude by jessie j • no glory by skan (ft. mime & drama b) • fight back by neffex • what’s up danger by black caviar (ft. blackway) • rumors by neffex • don’t call me angel ariana grande (ft. miley cyrus & lana del rey) • now you by gjan 

B a c k g r o u n d

Meet Alessia Vivienne Faust ; Her name literally means Defender of Life. She is currently 24 years old and a bouncer at Eden’s. 

She was born on October 30 and is the result of a rather short affair between Matthew Faust and infamous French ballerina dancer Lucille LeRoux. 

Regardless of how short it was their actions resulted in Alessia. When Lucille first learned of her pregnancy she was beyond frightened and more overly worried of what it would do to her career. 

She instantly thought about aborting the baby and on the day of the operation Lucille was confronted by Matthew himself. Feeling ambushed by his appearance the woman came clean in telling the Italian her unborn child is his. Outraged by her actions he kept a calm look and simply made a deal with Lucille: carry the child to full term and then hand the baby over to him. All expenses will be paid for the woman’s troubles plus more. Without a second thought to it the ballerina accepted this. 

The entire pregnancy was long to Lucille and came quick to growing tired of it, especially watching the other dancers from the sidelines, but she stayed throughout the pregnancy for the money. It was a lot and Lucille couldn’t pass it up. 

Soon enough the time came and Lucille gave birth and no one was by her side (Matthew was on a plane). At first she refused to look at her daughter and just allowed her newborn to be laid in her crib. The French finally gazed upon her daughter when the newborn couldn’t stop crying and no nurse was coming to her aide to sooth the infant – and you know what? Lucille fell in love. 

When Matthew arrived to the hospital to take what was rightfully his the Italian came to see the hospital room empty. No Lucille, no newborn daughter. This was the result of how Lucille ended up with a hit on her from the Italian mafia. 

She used the money he had given her prior to the birth and ran away. Lucille created a new identity for herself and moved to London. There she thrived as an artist who resided in a old fire station. The place was big enough just for her and little Alessia. Plus, the art work they would create together. 

As you all very well know all good things come to an end and Lucille’s actions quickly caught up to her. It was Halloween and Alessia had just turned five years old and was dressed as a ballerina - a nod to her mother’s former profession. She had went trick or treating with her next door neighbor and their kids, the night went off perfectly until Alessia came home. 

The ballerina child found her mother lying in the bathtub filled with water and her wrists slit so deep with a ‘suicide’ note on the sink. It was a nightmare that she forever will remember unlike most of that night. One moment she stood over the corpse and the next Alessia was in the police station an hour later covered in a mixture of water and blood. The next she remembered was a police officer wrapping a blanket around her with exciting news. “We have dialed your father and he is on his way to get you.” is what the office said. Never before had anyone spoke to Alessia about her father other than Lucille and all she would say about him is he was a charismatic business man. 

Little did Alessia know is the officer who informed her of this was on the payroll of the Italian mafia and was the very same man who murdered Lucille, but yet he didn’t act like a cold hearted killer at least not to the child. The last thing Alessia remembered of that night was meeting Matthew Faust for the first time and ditched the ballerina costume. 

Over the next few years Alessia quickly changed or more so showed more of her brute personality Lucille always kept in check. She acted out at school, but mainly against those who were bullies or she deemed they deserved it. 

The bastard daughter doted on her father constantly and loved him even more when she felt a rage against her mother for ending her life early. There was nights where Alessia expressed her thoughts of the anger she felt to Matthew. “Wasn’t I enough?”, “How could she? I - I thought she loved me.” Then the truth came to light of Lucille’s true reaction to learning of her pregnancy and how she wished to end it before Matthew told her a little white lie and said Lucille had a change of heart. He twisted the words around to make Lucille more of the bad guy and it worked like a charm. 

The anger she felt Alessia turned it into drive of what her mother is missing out on from her actions. While she caused a lot of fights in school and protected those who cannot protect themselves, Alessia somehow managed to excel in school and managed to graduate in the top ten percent. 

By the end of the summer Alessia moved to New York and attended private college institute for a business degree. She wanted to be useful to the Italian mafia when needed and what better way then getting this degree? 

Though there was something missing from Alessia’s life -- ADVENTURE. She still attended school, yes, but when not in school she would pull off some of the craziest stunts that involved parkour among many other daring things. All everyone knows is she has scars on her to prove it. 

And after almost four years in school, half way to achieving her Bachelor’s degree Alessia up and left. The need to see the world and for all it’s glory finally caught up to her and she set out to see. Of course she remained loyal to her family and often helped them out while living in Italy for a while. 

With nears stirring in Chicago of what is going on, Alessia decided she can get her fill of action back home and left Italy. 

Personality;; Alessia is an impulsive woman and is always put’s her family before herself. She does have a soft caring side though it is hardly shown to those outside the Italians. Alessia has very powerful protective instincts. She cannot stand to sit back and see people get hurt, always trying to do something to help whenever possible, even if for a complete and total stranger. She is extraordinarily devoted to helping innocent people and protecting the Fausts. Now without being said, Alessia is very sarcastic and a sharp tongue at times. She is always ready for a comeback when someone say something to her in a negative manner of the sorts. 

Wanted Connections;; Former flames, enemies, old school mates, friends, etc. I am honestly down for anything.

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Unpredictable

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2867

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Eighty-Two

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Ressler. 

After Liz was reinstated, things against Garvey moved fast. Liz saw the littlest sign of hope when she found a witness who could identify him as the killer of the detective that was helping Liz, but quickly lost it when the witness was snatched from Aram's custody.

I'd seen Aram looking over at files and  security cameras and CCTV footage in his off time, non stop.

We were stalling in reports so we could get moving. I received an update later in the morning.

"Forensics says the report’s gonna be ready later today." I informed as I walked to Aram's station.

"I promised that we would protect him – that I would protect him." Aram said with a sad look on his face.

"Aram, we’re gonna find out whoever took this witness, all right?" I tried to cheer him up with a pat on the back.

"Tony Mejia was gonna testify that he saw Ian Garvey murder a cop. And thanks to me he probably never will." My eyes fell from him to the side

"Whoa, wait. Is that what I think it is?" I said referring to a little bag I saw peaking from his first desk drawer.

"Oh, uh – it was my grandmother’s. Amethyst is Samar’s birthstone." I chuckled a bit as he handed me the little bag. Birthstones were like zodiac signs to me, how that meant anything related to the day you were born was always going to be a mystery to me.

"Now, here I thought you were all doom and gloom." I opened the box and gave the ring a look, it was a nice ring, definitely fitted Samar. "When are you gonna pop the question?"

"What?" Aram asked with a chuckle and a frown "No. No, no, no, no" he said as I placed the ring back in the bag. "This is not an engagement ring. It’s just a ring."

"But you guys have been dating for over a year. You give her just a ring, she’s gonna think it’s a proposal."

"That’s insane. How can she think it’s a proposal if I do not propose?"

"I can guess what a woman’s gonna do, but why she does it, I got no clue."

"Apparently, I don’t, either."

"Well, why don’t you ask one"

I motioned with my head at Liz, who was walking towards us. Her and Samar tried to convince Aram once again that it wasn't his fault the witness was taken. Upon revising the events, it was obvious it was an ambush. Liz received a call from Reddington and left to meet with him.

We were stalled for a bit until Liz came back, and whilst Samar and I headed out for a case, I leaned that Aram did ask Liz the question about the ring.

"She told me that Samar would only think it's a proposal if she wants to marry me"

I frowned and shook my head a bit. "I guess I really don't know what women want"

He let out a little chuckle and sat down in Samar's chair in our office. "You already have one woman, I guess you only need to know what she wants"

My eyes landed on a photo I had of Mags and Alma when she was a baby. I guess I need to update it. Alma was on her way to her second year already.

"About Liz" I diverted "I don't think we're going to get too far"

"Why do you say that?" he said a little offended by my pessimism.

"Because Reddington is working for his own benefit as always, and we've learned before that even though he cares about Liz, he's always his first priority"

He frowned a bit, confused.

"Do you know about the car? How could you?"

"No, what car?"

"The car we used to transport myself and the witness, it was hijacked, and after I did some digging I got an ID of the person who placed the device. He works for Reddington"

I let out a dry laugh and shook my head.

"See? Reddington is hiding something from Liz, and he values that more than helping her get to the person who killed her husband"

I stood up from the chair with a grunt.

"Makes me sick" I said in a sigh.

I heard someone walk from the stairs, and I exited the office to meet up with Samar and Cooper, he gave us our last directions and we were off again.

That day we resolved the case of the vigilante child bride. I had the chance to go home early and leave the investigation to Samar and Liz. I still couldn't believe she was willing to help Reddington retrieve something he wanted from the girl.

"Don" Maggie called from next to me, I led my eyes to her and then down to Alma who was handing me something.

"Oh look at this" I said taking a piece of paper scribbled all over "what a masterpiece, thanks cupcake" she smiled sheepishly and was off again to  continue drawing in the floor in front of us. Mags was watching a movie after we'd had dinner, I was just there to make company.

"Ever since you came back on the taskforce you've been different" she noted. I stopped watching Alma draw and looked up at Mags, she was hugging her legs on her chest, waiting for me to answer.

"I've always hated secrecy and lies and... That's all Liz is getting and I don't think it's fair. I also had a car bomb explode next to me and some idiot stopped me from getting the unsub but that's beside the point"

"I see" she said with a little nod "but is it just the Liz thing that has you worried?"

"Yes" I answered with certainty, because it was. "Everything else is fine. Because we're fine right?" I asked her, she gave me a little smile and ran a hand on her hair.

"I mean we haven't had sex in a week"

"Oh I see, that's all you want me for" I teased as I leaned over her, she gave me an eyeroll as she looked sideways with a smile.

"No" she said with an obvious tone. I grabbed her by the legs and pulled her to me, leaning over her and latching her legs on my sides "the kid is watching"

"She's not" I downed my lips to hers and kissed her. I realized only then that we had been doing our own things and hadn't been together all that much, because I felt like I hadn't enjoyed a kiss with her in a while. She rounded my neck with her arms and I hummed against her lips. "I guess it has been a while uh?" I said quietly over them. She smiled a little and leaned in to kiss me again. I rubbed her waist and pulled her up, sitting back on the couch with her on arms.

"That's not all I want you for" she excused, hugging me by the neck "I just miss you"

"I know" I hugged her tightly by the waist, pulling her closer to my chest "we should go out tomorrow"

"I don't know, you're kind of unpredictable now" the corner of my lip pulled down to give her a sad smile.

It was crazy how we talked about how unpredictable everything was and the next day I got sent to Paris. After we rode in Reddington's private jet to Paris, he left us in the hotel to wait for him. For hours.

I hated when he left us waiting.

"Okay, enough" I said standing from the rather cozy loveseat in the living room, Samar looked up at me with a little frown "where is he? We need to call him, we need to get moving"

"Okay, I'll call him" she said standing and pulling her phone from her jacket.

After finding out that Reddington was kind of planning things as they went, we met up with him later that day.

He went on with the information he had about Mosadek and his security, and by the end of it I was sure it was impossible.

"No way, this could take weeks to plan out correctly, there's no way we're getting in"

"Let alone get Mosadek out" Samar chimed in.

"Oh come on, where's your sense of adventure?" He stressed.

"So you've got a way to get this lowlife out without getting us all killed?"

"The elevator" he replied simply.

"Oh the elevator?" I asked with sarcasm.

"Oh my God, you had the same idea!"

Few were the times when I actually felt like I could jump to Reddington's throat, because I wasn't in the mood the joke, and most definitely not in the mood to die. The elevator sounded like a terrible idea already.

We went on with the plan barely got the guy, and after Reddington interrogated him and somehow involved us all in a bigger thing that the one we signed up for, I had to call Cooper to get authorization. Later that day I face timed Mags to let her know the news.

"Hey princess" I saluted, Maggie smiled.

"Hey love, how are you"

"Daddy!" I heard Alma yell in the background, Maggie chuckled and moved the camera to focus Alma in the background, she was sitting in a chair eating.

"Hey cupcake" I saluted "where are you guys?" I asked after I didn't exactly recognized the furniture of the place.

"Well" Maggie said and turned around to focus Aram on the background. "I'm with Aram, he invited us over for dinner"

"Oh, it's uh, agent Ressler"

Maggie frowned and gave him a side look.

"I know it's hard but you can at least try to call him Donald, his first name is not Agent" she joked, Aram was clearly flustered.

"Okay, hi Donald" he saluted, then frowned "that sounds awful"

Maggie laughed and shook her head.

"What are you two doing?"

"You left me" she stressed "and went out to Paris with his girlfriend"

I stood up and walked around the suite, finding Samar sitting in front of a computer in the living room.

"We're being cheated on" I announced, sitting next to her and focusing us both in the camera.

"Hi Samar" Maggie saluted.

"Oh, hi Maggie. What are you two doing?" Samar asked, clearly weirded out as well.

I don't think either of them were too comfortable knowing that we were hanging out with eachother's partners, but I'd walked on James having breakfast with Mags too many times to be weirded out at this point.

"I think Aram and I would make a better couple, you know why?" Maggie said holding Aram by the shoulders.

"Because you ramble too much?" Samar answered.

"No, because we-" she motioned between them "believe in ghosts"

It was unbelievable how Samar and I grunted in reply.

"Oh yeah, Samar doesn't believe in ghosts" Aram interjected.

"Neither does Donald, he laughs at me"

"Everything that has happened to you, is completely explainable" I said. Aram and Maggie looked at eachother in surprise, I guessed that Samar must tell him the same thing.

"Anyway" Maggie said walking away from Aram "what are you two doing?"

"I saved Dembe from a falling elevator whilst Samar talked to a Parisian old man" I answered, standing up from the chair and heading back to the couch near one of the windows "I'll have to stay in Paris for a few more days"

"Oh, okay" Maggie replied with a little look I couldn't pinpoint "say bye to your dad" she moved the phone to focus Alma. She was still a little weirded out by the FaceTime method, so she kept looking at Maggie while talking to me "say bye"

"Bye" she complied

"Say bye dad"

"Bye dad" she said, then threw me a kiss and a hand wave. I bet Maggie made her do that.

"Bye love, I'll talk to you later" Maggie yelled, then ended the call.

My time in Paris lasted two more days between shots and not so nice runs in the catacombs of Paris. We arrived back home, then Cooper gave us our leave, even though we didn't catch the blacklister, our case was finished.

I arrived home by the time of lunch, though Mags wasn't at the house.

I was rolling my suitcase down the hall towards the bedroom when I heard a scream on the other side of the hallway, I looked up when I heard hurried steps coming down the hall, I bent down to catch Alma in my arms as she came crashing to me.

"Hey cupcake" I said with a chuckle, picking her up and holding my suitcase with my other hand.

"Hi Daddy" she said showing me some kind of dough she had in her hands.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes" she replied, I set my suitcase near the door of the closet and left Alma on top of our bed

"Really? How much?" I made conversation as I took off my jacket. She extended her arms at her side "wow, that much? That's a lot" I said with a smile. I finished unbuttoning my shirt and headed into the closet to put on a shirt, then changed my pants to some sweatpants and headed out.

Alma was focused on her dough, I picked her up again and headed to the kitchen, Carol was there setting up something for Alma to eat.

"Hey Donald" she saluted "how are you?"

"Half tired" I replied, leaving Alma on the high chair, I'd eaten something on the way, because we were still on Reddington's jet and he doesn't take a "no" for an answer, so I sat next to Alma as she ate.

The phone of the house rang, I picked it up after a few rings because no one called landlines these days.

"Yes"

"Who is this?" I recognized Mags voice.

"This would be Donald Ressler"

"Oh, then this would be your wife" she answered with a chuckle "what are you doing at the house?"

"Just arrived, what are you doing calling the landline?"

"Carol doesn't pick up her phone while working, which I think it's great, but I wanted to let her know I'll take a little longer today, but if you're home then-"

"Yeah, I've got you covered, why do you need time?"

She let out a kind of annoyed sigh "my sister is going to some doctor for some operation and I'm going to take care of her during the post op"

"Something serious?"

"No" she said with a chuckle "not at all, you'll laugh when I tell you"

"Okay love. I'll make you something nice for dinner" I offered.

"Oh, can't wait" she said with a low voice "I'll see you tonight love"

"Love you" I saluted, then hung up.

Maggie.

"A breast augmentation?" Don asked confused, placing a plate of barbecue ribs in front of me, my mouth watered instantly, and even more when he set French fries in front of me.

"Oh my God I love you" I muttered, taking one and eating it quickly "yes, she wants-" I motioned at my breast.

"I mean, don't take me wrong, but your sister doesn't need bigger breasts"

"She's on a 2 for 1 deal, I wanted to check with you"

He looked at me with a twisted eyebrow, then gave me a sly smile.

"You're not against it!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not against it, but you definitely don't need it either" I laughed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for the confidence boost, but I would never get anything done. And my sister is going through some weird middle age crisis thing, even though she's not even 40."

"What's in it for me then?" He joked.

"Is it good?" I said looking at Alma going to town at the ribs. I grabbed a napkin and cleaned up her face. "She's going to surgery in two weeks."

"And the kids?"

"Ethan is going to take care of them for that week"

"Alright then" I looked at him, giving him a smile "I'll take care of the kiddo" he reached to me and rubbed my cheek.

"I love it when you cook for me" I said leaning into his hand.

"I'm trying" I took his hand and kissed his palm, then continued eating because his barbecue ribs were actually heaven.

"What about your whole Liz thing?" I asked, giving that he hadn't talked about it in a while.

"She's working on it, so far not getting us involved all that much" he replied shortly.

"Does that upset you?" He gave me a look over his glass as he took a sip, then twisted his lips.

"A little. She'll come around, Reddington will leave her no choice"

I gave an understanding nod, then leaned my hand to place it on top of his arm.

Sometimes I felt guilty for wishing that Don didn't get involved in Liz's things, I felt bad for wishing he wasn't the way he was, so helpful, so righteous, so overall good. Because when things went bad, they went terrible.