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j0kers-light · 1 year ago

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Hiyaa,

Could you write a little something in which the joker thinks he has lost his light? She's not actually dead but maybe kidnapped during a robbery or something. He thinks he saw her dying but idk how he finds out she is still alive. He goes after her and retrieves her. Of course she is both mentally and physically scarred but with time she ends up healing those scars.

I know it's not very detailed, I'm sorry🥺

His Lighthouse: Just One Check (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Just One Check- Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

@darthjokerisyourfather hey hi love! Thank you so much for lighting the spark that cured my writer's block! This is just what I needed to get back to writing although I couldn't find a cool title for this one. Might change that later lol.

I hope I did this one justice, if not message me and I can try again! 😭

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There was no telling what could happen at a bank in Gotham City. The average citizen risked the chance of being involved in a robbery or the greatest displeasure of being stuck in line for hours only for the teller to run out of cash halfway through. Both were a drag.

Today happened to be the former.

"It's just one check Joker. I'll be back before you now I'm gone." You already had your shoes on and were shrugging on a jacket when Joker intercepted you in the foyer.

He wanted you to stay with him today, not going out doing errands that could wait until whenever.

Joker watched your every move as you continued to get ready to leave him. Nothing he said persuaded you to stay so he resorted to straight up whining.

"Why can't ya wait til tomorrow? Come back and lay with meeeee..." His handsome pout was adorable and convincing... but it wouldn't work on you today.

"It can't wait. The banks will be closed tomorrow. National holiday, remember? Don't worry, I'll be back in an hour." You bounced back over to kiss Joker but he swatted you away, only to grab your face and smother you with kisses. Always loving you on his terms or not at all.

He hummed and tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you were hip to his schemes. You dodged his affections and made your way to the door. "Don't give me that look. I'll be back!"

"Yeah, yeah. One hour, Bunny. Your time starts errrrr now." He grumbled as you blew him a kiss and walked out the door.

He was serious about timing you but he added a few extra minutes for traffic. With that squared away, he returned to the couch to wait for your return.

It was just a check for a few hundred bucks, but you wanted to deposit it before it expired and/or you forgot about it.

You couldn't remember the last time you physically went to a bank. Normally Cindy's office handled your funds since you hated going in person. Perhaps your aversion generated from Joker confirming that criminals loved to rob banks based on certain statistics such as the bank's popularity and daily usage.

J went out his way to not hit the institutions you banked with so you could feel at ease whenever you did visit. He could be considerate when he wanted to be.

Thankfully, your personal bank wasn't well known and was just a quick fifteen minute train ride away. You arrived and walked into Darth HL. Bank, already sighing at the long line for assistance. You just wanted to deposit your check and leave but this might take a while.

You stood behind an elderly man and pulled out your phone to scroll through social media while you waited. The line hardly budged but patience was a virtue.

You were waiting for almost forty five minutes when four men burst through the front door and started yelling at everyone. You crouched down behind a decorative planter. A shame you had experience with armed robberies. It was simple Blüdaven instincts to duck and avoid being seen. You eyed the distance it would take you to run to the door and decided to stay put for now. It was too risky.

"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND NOW! CELLS! PAGERS! ANYTHING THAT CALLS OUT, WE WANT EM! STAY QUIET AND WE'LL ALL LEAVE HAPPY!"

One of them passed around a box where they demanded people to drop their cellular devices into. They were organized and efficient. It was clear they weren't amateurs. They worked around the room in a fraction of a minute and secured it as their own.

No one had spotted your hiding spot near the financial advisor's desks and you wanted to keep it that way. The first time visiting a bank in months and it just so happens to be robbed. What were the odds? Joker was gonna be pissed. You froze.

You promised him that you'd be back in an hour!

"ARE YOU DEAF OLD MAN? PHONE NOW!" One of the robbers walked up to the same old guy you were originally standing behind and shoved him with the end of a semi- automatic.

You weren't the only one who was concerned that they would start using unnecessary force. Case in point, the old man was not backing down.

He stood straighter and stared the robber right in the eye. "We won't be intimidated by you... thugs." He croaked out.

You hit your head softly against the planter box. Now was not the time for heroics old man..

"Oh yeah? Well guess what old timer? You should be. We didn't come here to play games." The robber raised his gun to shoot but someone in the crowd, another wannabe hero, stole their attention.

"Have you no respect for your elders!?" They cried out.

The entire room went silent after that. The robber eyed the new guy up and down through his ski mask.

"You wanna get popped too? Be my guest." He pulled the trigger and you and the crowd gasped in horror as the poor guy was gunned down along with the old man.

There was no hesitation; it happened so fast. It wasn't about the money. These men were bloodthirsty and obviously deranged.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" The leader shouted. Two men disappeared into the back while the other two patrolled the crowd and forced them to keep quiet.

All in all, only five minutes had passed since they entered the bank. It was the longest five minutes of your entire life.

Another guy in the crowd took a gamble and sent a text from their phone. His thumb hit the send button right as he heard footsteps stop behind him.

"I thought we said no phones. What's so important that you risked your life for?" He yanked the phone away and read the text.

Then a staring contest began. "Which one is she?" The masked criminal asked.

You strained to hear the reply from across the room but it sounded like, "I ain't telling you s__t!"

From your hiding spot you watched the remaining two thieves emerge from the back with large duffel bags leaking with banknotes. They gathered around their leader who was still arguing with the civilian caught having a phone.

"What's with him?" A thug asked.

"I recognized him from my old gang. Caught him sending out a text requesting backup with the code word Nightfall. Spread out and find her. This.. 'bank robbery' just got interesting."

Nightfall. You swallowed and tried not to draw any attention to your position. You knew what that meant.

Should your life ever be in danger, Joker created Nightfall and Daybreak procedures to protect his Light. Only insiders within his gang should have the knowledge to know what it entailed and who it protected.

You could handle a typical robbery– stay down and be quiet until the authorities showed up (what was taking the cops so long anyways?) but it wasn't safe here with your codename compromised. You had to leavenow.

They were beating up Joker's goon to try and extract more intel from him. You hated to use his suffering to your gain but while they were distracted, you pulled out your own cell to call Joker.

You prayed that he would answer since he rarely did. You sighed in relief when he picked up the phone on the second ring.

And for once he cut right to the chase. "What's going on?"

"They're robbing the bank. I need–" Anything else you were fixing to say was cut short when someone took your phone. Joker called out your name in panic.

Joker saw the distress message your security detail sent to the group chat and he was already throwing on his purple coat to rush to your location. He was taking the stairs down to your lobby but he froze when he heard a gunshot and you scream in pain.

All the air left his lungs hearing absolute silence before the call was disconnected.

Joker had to sit down for a second to process what he heard. His mind went over every possible scenario. He knew the odds but deep down he prayed to every higher power that you were still alive. You had to be or he would go even more insane.

By the time Joker and men arrived at Darth HL. Bank it was swarmed with GCPD pigs and other emergency personnel. They all whispered the same verdict. A robbery gone horribly wrong.

No survivors and almost two million dollars was missing.

Coroners were still wheeling out body bags and Joker's life screeched to a halt watching each one being loaded into white vans. None would leave the premises until he was triple sure none of them held your body.

"Check. Every. Last. One." He ordered.

Frost wanted to rest his hand on Joker's shoulder but thought against it. J was slowly losing his grip on reality and his body tremors became more pronounced as more bodies were wheeled out the bank.

Thirty two bags in total. Thirty two times his heart would race until grief slowly kicked in.

It couldn't be true. He refused to believe his Light was gone. You kissed him goodbye over an hour ago. You promised you'd be back! Joker refused to imagine a life without you in it, so he simply chose not to. Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny until he knew for sure.

This did not happen at a tiny bank with only two locations in the entire city. You assumed smaller banks were protected from robberies and you weren't wrong. Larger corporations like The Bank of Gotham or Gotham Merchant's Bank were the usual targets amongst thieves. Bigger banks meant more money.

Joker had never heard of Darth or whatever HL. stood for until today, although his mind visualized the bank's logo that he saw on a letter one or twice. Some kind of bird carrying a tree branch in its beak.

It was a useless detail in the clog of his dark depressing thoughts. He couldn't think straight.

Why did you leave when he practically begged you to stay? So what if the banks were closed tomorrow? If you needed the money, Joker had plenty of it! It didn't make sense why you insisted on doing such a mundane task when cuddling with Joker was a far better alternative. Now his Light was gone and the world seemed so dark without you in it. Joker honestly felt like throwing up.

Over the throng of investigators roaming about and the sound of cameras snapping evidence, Joker heard an officer talking to the Commissioner.

"Sir, we might have a hostage situation here. We went over the security tapes and the suspects were seen carrying a young female along with the money out the back."

"Was she?..." Commissioner Gordon trickled off. The officer assumed he was asking about her status and weighed in.

"Alive, but it appears she's injured. I'm sorry, the footage is really outdated to be sure. This bank doesn't have modern security measures. Heck, their panic button isn't up to code. Could've saved their lives and alerted us sooner if it were. We won't know any more information until we get Analysis to clean up the footage back at HQ."

"Alright, good work Rodriguez. Let's work with what we got to create a description for the missing persons."

Their conversation was the spark that gave Joker hope. A possible female hostage. It would explain why he couldn't come to terms with you being gone. He felt it in his bones that you were still alive. He was a fool to not trust his gut.

Frost and the others regrouped after a while and gave Joker even more hope. "She's not in any of the bags. We.. we can't find her Boss." Mac sighed.

"That's because she's alive." Joker said.

The trio glanced at each other with mixed emotions. Denial was the first stage of grief and it was hitting Joker hard. Frost was the closest to J personally so he decided to be the bearer of bad news to his old friend.

"J, I know you... cared for B deeply.. but she's gone."

If looks could kill, Frost would be dead ten times over.

Joker's eyes were frozen pine staring at his right hand man. "My Light is not dead. One female hostage. I want her found." He growled.

There was no point in trying to convince Joker. Until he had tangible proof that proved otherwise, he would staunchly believe that you're alive. They all nodded and spread out to get leads yet there was still uncertainty in the air.

What if this was all for naught and if so? Who would remove the wool from Joker's eyes so he could see the truth?

It took Joker and his men two days to find out who was responsible for taking you and another day just to track them down. You were alive after all. Getting you back however proved to be quite the challenge.

Gotham City was a huge landmass consisting of three connecting islands but Joker would leave no stone unturned in his search to find you. If he had to personally search every alleyway, then so be it.

He would not stop until his Light was safe in his arms, right where you belonged.

Deep in Chinatown and ironically not too far from where you and Joker first met, you were lying on an old, dirty mattress. You had a nasty cough and you could barely keep your eyes open for longer than a minute due to fatigue.

The four men that kidnapped you were standing around arguing amongst themselves and paid you little mind.

"This has gone on long enough! He's looking for her like a bloodhound. It's not a matter of if, but when he tracks her down, we're dead meat! We should cut our losses while we're still alive."

"I agree with Scotty. We should split the money and dip. We can't be on the run forever. He's got too much rep and power to try and escape as a group." The first two thugs nodded their heads right as another tossed in his two cents.

"Woah woah, wait a min. We can't just bail." He gestured to you lying on the floor. "She's seen all of our faces! That b__ch will rat us out! We should off her now."

Scotty took offense to that and bared his teeth. "You think she's in any position to snitch?"

You coughed again and they all glanced at you before returning to their meeting. It was going on day three and they were running out of safehouses to take refuge in. Right when they would settle in, Joker and his men would find the hideout, forcing them back on the run. This was the tenth move so far and each one put a strain on your already deteriorating health.

"Yall a bunch of pussies! Go ahead and run but the money stays with me. I'm the only one that deserves it!" Their leader said.

His comment quickly received backlash amongst the other three.

"Are you smokin dick? What's a dead man gonna do with all that money? He's gonna find her, kill you, and then us for helping your stupid a**. D__n it! I knew I should've said no when you hit me up. It's never a simple job with you!"

You felt like your chest was on fire and you jackknifed into a semi sitting position to cough. The sudden movement pulled at your wound. You were pretty sure it was infected and your fever was a result of the lack of medical attention administered to it. Between your blood loss and dehydration, they were unknowingly killing you.

"Can I please have some water?" You asked anyone in general. You tried opening your eyes but the light in the room was enough to have you cringing away like a newborn.

One of the guys was soft on you and bent down to help you drink from a plastic bottle. It was obvious that you needed help.

He guided the bottle to your lips. "Don't drink it too fast, there ya go. How's your head?"

Your voice cracked, "Still h-hurts." Scotty helped you lay back on the mattress before checking on your wound.

Upon first sight, it was still reddish brown from both dried and fresh blood. He peeled back the crudely made bandage– tossing out a half-hearted apology when you groaned, only to grimace at the infected entry wound.

"Judging by your ugly mug it ain't looking too good." Another guy bent down to take a look but Scotty batted their hand away. He didn't want anyone else touching you.

"She has a fever..." Scotty said. His leader scoffed and stood up, "Listen man! She needs medical attention!" He begged. Was he the only one around here with a heart?

"F__k that, we need a plan. The Joker is closing in on us and if I go down..." Their so-called leader laughed sharply to himself. "Y'all are going down with me."

Tires screeched outside and the remaining two thugs rushed over to the window to check it out.

They watched as some average, low level looking guys stepped out and walked into the apartment building across the street. For now, the coast was still clear.

"I've had it man! It's like I'm paranoid or something. Every little thing is making me jump and it's all because you," He pointed at Rico, "Got too greedy! You three can stick around and spend the money, whatever; I'm out." He grabbed his jacket from a nearby chair and left.

The remaining thugs stared at each other in silence. If Joey walked out on a job then it was serious.

"Look, Rico. I respect you man but Scotty got a point. This job has gone on long enough. Look at her. She's sick because you shot her like some deranged idiot and now you dug a hole you can't get out of. I'm not going down for your mistakes! Whatever you need the money for, is it really worth your life? We're talking about The Joker here. You gotta be ten toes down confident there's a way out before you get us all killed."

It was quiet for a moment until Joey burst through the door in a panic. He locked it back shut and started to frantically load his gun.

"Woah, what's got you all spooked?" Mike asked with a laugh.

"The clown. He's here! I told you he'd find her! Ohhhhh man, we're so f__ked!"

Everyone talked at once trying to make sure Joey wasn't pulling their leg.

"Whaddya mean 'the clown is here?" Mike asked outright. Then Scotty chimed in, "Did you see him for yourself?"

Joey shut them all up with a wave of his arms. "No! No! But I saw his trio! They were coming up the stairs when I spotted them! There was no other way out so I came back!" He turned to look Rico in the eye. "What do we do?"

"It was just those three?"

Joey nodded, "Yeah." He frowned when Rico laughed before responding. Their leader just brushed off his concern like it was nothing.

"No need to get bent outta shape, their lightweights! Especially the blond. He's just a frat boy playing henchmen, trust me." They all shared a laugh but Joey didn't join in.

He saw the look on their faces. Joker's men meant business.

There was nothing to laugh at in his opinion and he spoke up again to try and talk some sense into everyone else. "W-What about the other two? I heard the rumors. Frost is supposedly ex-military and the other guy is like some mercenary for hire."

You snorted in the background, "I'd start praying if I were you. Like it'll do you any good."

Your taunts triggered another coughing fit right as Rico heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He spun around to snap at Scotty. "Shut her up!" He hissed.

"I'm sorry." Scotty said to you before he covered your mouth and pinned your hands down.

It was a temporary fix to silence you as the roar of footsteps went past the apartment door. Everyone held their breath as they passed over and kept going. Rico watched them through the peephole with his hand hovering over his gun.

They all breathed a sigh of relief until Scotty yelped when you bit his palm.

You couldn't breathe. You sucked in some air so you could cough, much louder this time, and that ended with a concerning wheeze. The walls of the rundown apartment they held you in were paper thin and not the best for hiding. You easily gave away their position.

Rico turned to order Scotty to move you into the only bedroom right as the front door was kicked in.

Joey was the first to go. His body dropped dead and the other three scrambled for cover right as a shootout began. Only six shots rang out before Joker's voice silenced all motion.

"Mac! If you accidentally shoot my Light I'll rip your f__king head off!"

Joker sounded frayed and pissed. This wouldn't end well.

Mike and Rico dragged Joey's dead body out of the way before they took cover behind the couch that separated the small living room from the kitchen. Then they listened to their unexpected guests arguing.

"What do you suggest we do then, J?!" Mac yelled back. Joker scratched his head with the barrel of his gun. "Uh. Knock before you enter?"

"Unbelievable." Mac whispered to himself.

A gloved hand emerged from the hallway to playfully rasp against the door. "Knock knock, uhh anyone home?"

You cried out when Scotty tried picking you up. Joker heard you and poked his head in to locate you. "Bunny?!"

Frost dragged J back into the hallway right as a shot missed his head. They both looked at the bullet hole in the wall with intrigue. These common thugs were packing some heat.

"Uh thanks for the save." J said. Frost just shook his head.

He gestured for Mac to do this thing. The former frat boy grinned and raised his voice to carry into the apartment.

"Well that was a little too close to comfort! Let's negotiate boys before the landlord starts charging damaging fees! Hand over the girl nice and easy and we'll leave the way we came. No fuss, no muss."

"Yeah right. As if you'll let us live! WE AIN'T STUPID!" Rico yelled right back. He stole a glance at you being corralled into the bedroom. You were sweating bullets and you looked absolutely miserable.

He still had the upper hand here. If he was gonna die here, he might as well get his revenge before heading out.

Rico yelled at his former boss across the way.

"Does she mean the world to you, Joker?" It was a rhetorical question yet he paused for dramatic effect, before answering it himself.

"Of course she does. You wasted thousands of dollars on her security. We risked our lives for some b___h we never met!"

"And? Your point?" Joker dragged out. Was this guy's problem? Risking your life was a part of the job description.

Mac and Neo both shared a 'is this guy for real?' look.

"That nasty cough you heard? That's nothing compared to the gunshot wound to her stomach. My gift to you for all the s__t you put me through!." Rico yelled.

The bedroom door slammed shut with you inside and that was Mike and Rico's cue to start fighting back.

It was two against four but the odds were in their favor with the apartment layout. They could pick off Joker and his goons the second they walked through the door. Revenge was within his grasp.

Too bad Rico didn't take into account Joker's desperation to get you back. J had only a brief glimpse of the room when he poked his head in earlier but he got a vague layout of the place in that timeframe.

With you tucked away in the bedroom, all Joker had to do was aim at the old leather couch the two thugs were hiding behind.

Joker nodded at Neo who was scoping the angles with his gun. The mercenary gave the thumbs up. He had a clear shot. J knew Neo would take it with no hesitation.

Mac saw the confirmation and sighed dramatically. As a farce, he tried to make one final deal.

"You sure you don't wanna settle? One million each, with immunity, we won't hunt you down blah blah jazz? We just want the girl back. There's no need for bloodshed."

"F__k you and—"

Neo didn't let them finish their sentence. It only took four rounds to pick off his targets.

It ricocheted off the ceiling light and the walls before sinking into the target. Frost and Joker rushed in and found the door to the bedroom before their bodies had time to hit the floor. Joker could hear the final thug inside freaking out along with you trying to calm him down, in between gasps of air.

"Scotty l-listen to me.. I can protect you. You've been so kind to me.. You have to... drop your weapon though. Please. Stand behind me. Let me s-save you."

"You can't help me! He's gonna kill me! I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry."

Frost glared at J when they both heard you start to panic. Joker didn't care about the outcome; he just kicked the door in, saw Scotty holding a gun to your head and reacted.

"S-Stay back! I'll.. I'll do it!"

Joker threw a knife and it sunk into your captor's neck, killing him instantly. You fell with Scotty's dead weight and groaned when you landed on your wound.

Hands quickly pulled you away and you briefly noticed Mac, Frost, and Neo securing the room before your focus landed on Joker.

His eyes were frantically scanning you all over and they widened when he saw your infected gunshot wound. These idiots shot you in the stomach and failed to give you medical aid. Joker's worries shot to the roof seeing the wound oozing blood and pus.

You were burning up and losing unconsciousness.

"Bunny? Bunny, look at me?! No no noooo, stay with me, Y/n. C'mon doll." He cupped your cheek and gently patted it to keep you alert. He hated seeing your eyes struggling to stay open.

The adrenaline rush of Joker coming to save you had up and left. The only thing that remained was a splitting headache and a numb feeling that was spreading all over.

It had been three days since you kissed Joker goodbye and at times, you thought you'd never see him again. Now he was here, holding you close, pleading for you to keep your eyes open— but you were so tired.

He yelled at Frost to page Sarai when he saw your eyelids flutter close again. The doc would know what to do in this situation. Joker could only hold you close and keep you conscious until she arrived. There was no way he would risk trying to move you in such a fragile state.

"I'm sorry Joker." Your timid voice immediately gained Joker's attention.

"Nothing to be uh, sorry for mypretty girl."

"I.. it took longer t-than an hour." You reached up to cup Joker's cheek. He kept your hand there with his own.

"I am never going to a bank. Never again." You weakly jerked your head over at Mac. "Get him to do my finances from now on." You whined.

Joker cracked a smile watching you go back and forth with his book keeper. If you had the energy to make jokes then you'd be perfectly fine. Sure you'd have a nasty scar and a brutal recovery process, but nothing you couldn't handle with Joker by your side.

Joker looked up at Frost with a smug grin. "See? Told ya my Light ain't dead."

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cunninghamchrissie · 2 years ago

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Chrissy's been antsy all day.

She sits on the couch of her and Eddie's shoe box apartment, with her legs tucked under her to stop herself from pacing around and burning a hole in the ground.

She usually gets home just after Eddie, but she was so spaced out at work that she actually asked to take half a day from the office and "work from home".

No real work got done, and she shut off her computer at exactly 4:59 p.m. after what felt like days doing stupid Google searches so her computer wouldn't go idle.

The sound of keys on the front door makes Chrissy expectantly sit up straight, and she vaguely scolds herself for acting like a pet dog when its owner gets home instead of a normal human being.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie greets as he walks into the apartment. "Everything ok?"

Chrissy's already up from the couch and making her way to him before he's even finished talking, pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Why're you home so early?" He asks between steadily more urgent kisses, a slight tinge of worry in his voice.

Chrissy's nearly climbing on top of him, arms winding around his neck and pressing her entire body up against his.

"Hey, look at me." Eddie grabs her hands and takes a step back, trying for some space.

"I'm fine. Didn't need to be at the office all day."

He looks at her unconvinced.

"Did you get my texts?"

"The memes? Yeah, I did. The Spongebob one was so good," he snorts. "Did you see the Metallica one I sent you?"

Chrissy only sighs in response.

"Chris, what's going on?"

"Eddie," she whines, fidgeting with the rings on his left hand. "I was trying to tell you something with those memes."

He raises his eyebrows, urging her to go on.

She feels ridiculous. They've been together for 3 years, they share an apartment, there's nothing about her that he doesn't know. She can do this.

"I was trying to tell you that—" She starts, not looking at him in the eye. "That I'm… Ugh!"

With endless patience that he reserves only for her, Eddie stays quiet, brushing a strand of her behind her ear to quietly encourage her to keep going.

"IwastryingtotellyouthatI'mhorny!" Chrissy lets out in one breath, and the ear Eddie's hand is still caressing slowly turns beet-red, as do her cheeks and neck.

After a pause, Eddie guffaws. Chrissy doesn't know if she wants to jump off the third floor or push him out herself.

"It's not funny!" She pouts, ans Eddie steadies himself with a hand on her shoulder to keep himself from falling to the floor.

"Why didn't you just say so?"

"I did!"

"No, Woody from Toy Story did," Eddie replies, reaching into his pocket and scrolling up on his phone to one of the memes she'd sent earlier in the day.

"I though you'd get the message."

"Three times super senior, remember?" He teases.

Chrissy's still a little embarrassed, but she uncrosses her arms when Eddie ducks down to catch her eye.

"So, you want a piece of this, huh?"

Chrissy's answering giggle turns into a squeal as Eddie hoists her onto his shoulder and marches them straight to their bedroom.

Modern!Hellcheer Headcanon: Chrissy sending these memes because she wants sex since Eddie isn’t getting her “subtle hints” in real life.

Eddie responding back with this because he thinks they’re just sending memes:

#hellcheer #mine*fic #idk i just thought it was cute

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our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace · 3 years ago

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Demon brothers reacting to MC nonchalantly saying they want to marry them

Pairings : Lucifer x reader /Mammon x reader /Leviathan x reader

Lucifer

( he looks so pretty rawr jkdjdsjsk)

Lounging in his office while he do paperwork has been a normal routine for the both of you

Him doing his best to finish the task and you doing whatever shit you can think of

On this particular day, you were bored and it's really not helping how your ever so strict boyfriend is busy

Right before you were about to annoy your boyfriend, he got a call for a meeting in the castle together with daddy dia Lord Diavolo, barbs and Asmo

The meeting was about the upcoming ball that's going to be held a week from now

You and Lucifer immediately went to the castle making small talk on the way there

As soon as you guys arrive, you exchanged greetings and proceeded to wait at the meeting room since Diavolo still had to finish something. In the meantime barbs will keep you company

Lucifer who was seated to your left decided to get a head start and started looking at the materials for the meeting

And Asmo who was sitting to your right decided to scroll through his D.D.D and happened to come across pre wedding photos of a couple

The photos were gorgeous, both you and Asmo were admiring how beautiful it was. when suddenly Asmo decided to poke some fun

"Hmm, i bet you'd look great in a wedding dress too MC" Asmo said side eyeing Lucifer's reaction to what you might answer

"Really?, but I'll bet Lucifer would look more dashing in a black suit than a white one as he awaits for me at the altar" you said nonchalantly while having a soft smile still looking at the photos

You missed how Barbatos choked on his tea

missed how Asmo stopped scrolling

And you definitely missed how Lucifer quickly crumpled the meeting materials with his face flushed red

When you suddenly noticed how everyone became quiet you looked up from the phone only to be meet with a red faced avatar of pride

No longer stunned, Barbs can't help but hide a snicker while Asmo smirking, definitely not expecting that answer

"Damn MC, you're good" Asmo said patting your shoulder as if you just won a national competition

When you realized why they were acting like that, you immediately hugged the already flustered demon

"What, you don't want to meet me at the altar" you teased

"Of course not, i would very much like that" he said almost like a whisper hiding his face at the crook of your neck

When Lord Diavolo arrived at the scene and seeing how Asmo and Barbs was snickering and the prideful demon still at your mercy

Lord dia: i feel like i missed something important

Mammon

(protect this boi at all cost, mah boi deserves all the hugs)

You're currently at RAD counting sheep, you wanna sleep but can't since there's a rambling bumblebee at your side

But hey he's your bumblebee

Reading Warrior's Adventure (yaoi) late at night on a Sunday night was definitely a bad idea

"Hey are you listening" the great mammon inquired

"would you leave me if i said I'm not" you asked

"huh, of course not" he said as if it's the most obvious

Mammon continued to ramble about his new money making scheme that surprisingly involves wedding presents

Acting like the receiver of the gifts for the wedding ceremony and taking it and selling it for the high price was his scheme

The brothers who heard it gave him a glare

"wow, what a scumbag" Levi commented

"oi" mammon retorted feeling offended

" you shouldn't do that, imagine the devastation of the couple knowing the gifts were stolen" Satan added

"Yeah mams, you shouldn't do that, you wouldn't want that to happen on our wedding would you?" you said nonchalantly while closing your eyes and finally succumbing to sleep

"our wedding?" mammon asks in a whisper quickly malfunctioning

He immediately stood up and bolted out of the room with a tomato face

Everyone snickered at how red your precious boi was

The brothers smirked when he somehow almost tripped and fell from being too flustered

And your just there sleeping away

After an hour or so he came back to see you still sleeping and he immediately leaned to give a sweet kiss to your forehead, falling in love all over again

Leviathan

(artist sama🙇‍♀️, he looks so ajsjddksksjs)

You were at his room gaming beside him

You both were playing different games

You were halfway in the game when your team mates were talking about how pretty the wedding ring of your girl team mate was

You also complimented the ring, already havin seen it in the chat before

This ended up on you guys talking about your lovers and you were not an exception

You shyly complimented and described your boyfriend levi to them

You laughed when they said that you're too much of a simp for your lover

"Haha of course i am, anyone would be a simp if your boyfriend is as great as mine" ok you sounded like you were boasting but you didn't care, you were too proud of having levi as your bf

"haha ok ok, so when's the wedding" your team mate teased

"not yet, but I'm definitely gonna wear his and my wedding ring forever " you said smiling still looking at the screen

You were interrupted with your happy serenade with your friend when you heard something fall to the ground

You look down only to find levi hunching over his stomach

You thought he was feeling sick so you immediately took of your headphones that was only dangling in your neck and quickly went to his side to check up on him

You got worried so you cupped and lifted his face only to find him totally red with glossy eyes

You asked him what's wrong but the boy just pounced at you and captured you in a hug toppling you over on the floor

He said he was fine and that he just want to stay like that

You didn't complain, you just simply gave his back a loving rub

In which he reciprocated with a hundred i love you's sincerely whispered into your ear

A/N: first and foremost, all credits for the pictures goes to the artists, it's not mine and i just found them on Google and thought they looked really nice. Hope you like this❤️

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mythicalninjas · 4 years ago

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A Hard Choice To Make - Part 1

"Go talk to him. It's the only way to wash your emotions away." April, the reporter of Channel 6, advise you.

"No!" Your eyes went wide "No, I won't!"

"Then do you want to live with it stuck into you for the rest of your life?"

You lower your head, not knowing what kind of response you should give besides this not-desired possibility. April is right.

Since you met the brothers—three years ago—you have created a strong family bond with all of them, specially with the fearless leader in blue who your heart shines for. You knew that something within you is brougth to life every time Leonardo is around, and it is kind of torture because you literally fell in love with this terrapin.

But there's a doubt haunting you: Is Leo with the same feelings about you? The objection behind it is almost invalid in your point of view. He is the leader of his group, known as being the only one who tries to keep his brothers in line, making decisions for each time they are out for patrol, dealing with the most heavy and difficult choices and moments throughout their adventures. And you... You are just a human as you always say.

You sigh, turning your eyes back at April "Ya know, I have no idea if he feels the same about me. I'm afraid of how he'd react from my declaration."

April leaves her desk, and sits next to you on the sofa in the living room of her apartment. "Y/N..." she said softly, landing her slender hand on your shoulder "Soon or late he will know; but if I were you, I would go talk to him. He won't figure it out alone". You nodded, staring at the floor again with your mind lost in an ocean of thoughts and emotions. "Try, Y/N. Do not let it consume you; or it will get worse" the reporter rubs your shoulder and embrace you in a comfort hug.

"Would you like me to talk to him?" She offered herself.

"No! No... I must be prepare myself first."

April let's out a soft giggle "Okay. Take your time, sweetheart. Call me if you need help." She smiled.

You let the comfort of her embrace take you completely as a help to try to kick out your anxiety, but your nervousness insists to stay. How would you say to the most respectable man that you're in love with? How would he reacts? Will he treat you in a bad or good way? You knew he wouldn't treat you like an idiot or something but even that you are not secure.

A few weeks has passed since April's advice.

You and Casey Jones were called by Chief Vicent to attend a meeting at NYPD police station for a debate about Shredder after his sudden disappearance in the day that Technodrome has appeared in the sky. And for your surprise you're not the only one who were invited.

Your mutant turtles best friends are there.

And speaking of them...

"Hey Casey and Y/N!" Mikey was the first one who came up to welcome you both as you enter in the police station. "Finally you're here! Chief Vicent is waiting for you" the young brother pointed at up stairs of the building.

You and Casey went quickly to the second floor.

Arriving there, Mikey pointed at one of the several rooms throughout the large corridor. From outside you could see three shells facing the only door of the small space, and your eyes shone. In the middle of the three massive terrapins, a blue and well-written kanji with a pair of katanas.

"Y/N? Are you coming or...?" Casey called, noticing your behaving.

You froze, desperate about what you would do with that handsome man a few steps away from you—actually standing on the other side of the table.

Gulping, you walked behind Casey as you both enter the room.

"Good evening, Casey Jones." the blond-haired woman nodded from the other side of the rectangular table, facing you both "And Y/N" she nodded again, sharing a polite smile. Other three pairs of eyes landed on you while you stand beside Casey "Hey, guys" Donnie waved with that cute grin he has. "Hey..." Raphael said with a neutral voice; and finally Leonardo who, as Chief Vicent, shares a nod and a smile.

Oh God, that smile makes your bones shiver.

"So what are the news, Chief?" Casey asked, leaning above the table to watch papers and pictures scattered above it.

"We got a prove that Shredder must be still alive" she continued "We have captured Karai who was with him in the day that Kraang has arrived on Earth for the first time, and has confessed that Shredder was teleported into Technodrome. It was the last time she has seen him" she finished, glancing quickly at Shredder's picture on her right side and then looked up at everybody there present.

"Wait, wait..." The hot head turtle interferes "Last time? But how? Karai and Shredder used to work together all the time! Perhaps she is laying-"

"We don't know, Raph." The leader cuts his brother, then Mikey continued "Or maybe Shredder is working for Kraang.", Donnie moved his body a bit to stand face-to-face with his brothers and continued "We do not know if all those suggestions are valid, but I fear what Mikey said. Shredder must be working for Kraang."

Chief Vicent nodded positively, leaning above the table "I wouldn't discard this possibility."

The idea of Shredder working for Kraang freaks you out. Shredder is known for being dangerous, and Kraang is known for being deadly; and the two of them together is a nightmare.

After a few minutes of silence, Casey questioned "So, what are we gonna do now?"

"Wait. For now." Chief Vicent responded, not breaking her eye contact with the Shredder's picture beside her, and the room was filled with Raph's indignation voice "Wait?! How much time of wait?!"

"Raph, more respect!" Leo punch his brother's arm, murmuring and shaking his head in disapprove by his brother's behaving.

You tried to not giggle by their brotherhood behaving.

"We don't know..." Chief Vicent replied "but all we can do now is use what we have available to find Shredder; and Kraang. I'm highly doubt that Shredder isn't on Earth. Maybe he was brought back by Kraang. As you said before, Donatello" she pointed "the atmosphere in Technodrome is toxic for those who have a normal cardiovascular system. Hardly Shredder would survive in that thing out there".

"There's an interesting point" Leo continued "But It's been months since his disappearance and till now no one has seen him. For sure, if someone have, they would warn us."

"Or they would help him" Raph participated one more time "We don't know if someone is his follower."

"You mean a new Shredder?" Mikey asked, surprised.

"I would freak out if it is true." You said.

"Me too." Chief Vicent agreed, sighing.

The worst nightmare of the boys is that another (or other) person ended up like Shredder. For sure someone out there have inspired themselves on that horrible assassin and perhaps will keep on doing his dirty work as a next generation of the Foot Clan. It must be happening in any city, state or country right now.

After two hours of debate, Chief Vicent has decided give a break, and then back to the reunion.

You are checking out your Pinterest in another small room of the building to spend some time. But your is mind busy thinking more about Leo than paying attention to the pics on your social media. You just scroll down, the pics passing through your phone screen quickly; then your mind focused in flashbacks of your conversation with April a few weeks ago.

You want to confess your love for Leonardo. You want to face him and say how much you love him.

But why are you feeling something negative inside you?

You sighed, without knowing what to do. Your eyes lift from the screen and scanned the small room around you. There's a desk with a deactivated computer in the left and a cupboard on the right. Cupboard? Why is it here in a office? Maybe this room is used like a kitchen. And speaking of it... where's the coffee machine and other stuff used by workers?

You shrugged, ignoring it and paying attention to your phone again.

"Y/N?" A familiar deep voice called from the door frame. You jumped and quickly looked up at the person.

Actually, at the turtle.

"Oh, hey Leo" you smiled, pretending you didn't got scared by his sudden apparence. But he was giggling a bit "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he came in, picking up a chair and sitting beside you.

Butterflies started to fly wildly in your belly.

"Come on, Y/N! Say something!" you thought. "So... How's things going?". "Really, Y/N?! Is it all you can say?!" You coursed at yourself.

Leo glanced at you and says confused "Um... Things are great. Thanks." he smiled.

Now is the time. You have to tell! You want to tell! But you're fucking afraid.

Your thoughts says to do not do it but your heart says yes. You took a deep breathe, rubbing your hands on your thighs nervously and finally looked up at him.

"Leo..." You called softly.

"Hm?" He looked back at you in the eyes. It seems that your heart will get out of your chest, and you could feel your cheeks burning.

"I...".

He just tilted his head, waiting for your answer.

"I... am gonna take some coffee. W-Would you like some?" That's it. You wanna punch yourself in the face.

He lift an eyebrow—at least you could see.

"Um... Yes, please". He answered, still suspicious about why are you acting that way. You got up from the chair where you were and walked out of the room, but before you could leave, Leo grabs your arm and makes eye contact with you, worried "Are you okay?"

"Why? Yeah! Why wouldn't I am?" You tried to act as normal as possible, but you couldn't hide it from him. This man can notice if something is right or not. And you fear that. You don't wanna mess your moment. You just want to relax with him, and not put more worry into him. Leo and his brothers are already dealing with Shredder's disappearance which is shaking them inside out frenetically. And the last thing you want is bother him with your love.

"I'll be right back." You gently released from his massive hand and left the room, leaving him alone.

"Damn, Y/N! What's wrong with you?" the whisper leaves your mouth and suddenly you bumped with another woman, hitting your shoulder with hers.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Oh, no. It's okay" the red-haired waved, grinning "I must apologize, I was distracted".

"Don't worry, I was distracted too." You giggled, then kept on your way to find a coffee machine which you have no idea where it is.

For sure your thoughts are torturing and preventing you by something you wish to do. You've been hiding your love for Leo for almost three years.

After ask a cob where to find a coffee machine you finally have found it in somewhere on the third floor of the police station.

"Okay, Y/N. You can do this" you whispered while you fill almost to the top two cups with the dark liquid. "You can do this. You can do this..." You continued to repeat, trying to fill you with courage.

"I'm ready. I can do this!"

Picking up the two cups with dark coffee youheaded back to the small room where the handsome man is waiting for you.

Stopping beside the door frame—you can't see what is happening inside the small room—you took a deep breath and get yourself ready for the long-awaited moment of your life.

Smiling, you walked in.

And froze.

Leo was there, as you expected, but he was kissing the woman who you accidentally bumped early on your way to get the coffee.

Your heart broke like someone has ripped it out from you.

It seems that the world has fallen under you; your body falling into an precipice.

You prepared yourself for three years for nothing. All the worries, expectations, and hopes you used to have, all that moments you've spent practicing what you would say to your best friend, all the great moments you and him spent. Three years of your life were wasted.

Leo and the red-haired woman broke the kiss and directed their eyes on you, surprised. You have to admit that you saw a light blush covering on his cheeks.

"Oh, Y/N." He said, smiling "Allow me to introduce you my girlfriend".

You felt a knot forming in your throat.

"Y/N, this is Melissa. Melissa, this is my best friend, Y/N." He used his hand to mention you and his girlfriend while introduce you both.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Melissa waved.

"Nice to meet you, Melissa..." You shares a small smile, hiding your frustrating, and waved back.

You take a step forward to place the cup on the small desk next to you. Some drops of the dark liquid slipped out from the object "You should drink before it gets cold, Leonardo." You simply said, trying so hard to not cry. The leader got surprised when you said his full name. It's rare to you do it. Since you both got intimate—as best friends—you started to say his nickname as you do with the others. He doesn't understand very well the reason of your sudden change.

"Um... Yes, I will". He pronounced every single word slowly, tilting his head a bit as he looks at you. Melissa noticed your uncomfortable expression and asked worried "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"No!" you screamed mentally. "Yes! I am. I gotta go. Sorry." You whispered the last word, turning and heading out of the room, leaving the woman and your best friend together. Your eyes starts to get warm and a wet feeling of tears disturbs you completely; you refuse to cry in front of important and serious people from this place. So you forced your legs to walk fast towards the exit.

You were so distracted that you almost bumped Chief Vicent. You gasped.

"Hey, Y/N. We're going to back to our reunion right now. Have you seen Leo? I can't find him anywhere." the blond-haired woman asked.

"He-*deep breath* He's in that room." You pointed at the door in the end of the corridor. C. Vicent lift an eyebrow, studying your facial expression.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

"No, I'm not!" You gulped as see Chief Vicent's eyes going wide by your anger, then you immediately completed, "I'm not feeling good..."

But before Chief Vicent had a chance to talk to you, you lower your head and ran away, the knot in your throat and the pain in your heart growing up wildly.

You couldn't stay in that building anymore, not with Leo there. Not with the news of his sudden dating with someone. All you want now is go home, lay down on your bed, bury your face into a pillow, and cry like there's no tomorrow—well, actually there's no tomorrow for you.

How much time Leonardo is dating? And why April didn't tell you about it? Or any of his brothers? Do someone know about his dating? Or does he didn't tell to anyone yet?

You don't wanna know.

Actually you couldn't blame him because he has no idea that you are in love with him.

And now you have to deal with a new reality.

#tmnt #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles out of the shadows

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years ago

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 5

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 5.5K

warnings: explicit language, drinking alcohol, smoking, building tension : )

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"Y/N?" Jack called out from the kitchen of the Hotchner home. You had picked him up from school, like always, and he was working on his homework as soon as possible.

"What's going on, Jack?" you asked as you placed your finger in between the pages of your copy of The Centaur which you brought with you to keep you occupied.

"I need help with my math," he said softly.

You put your bookmark in the novel and headed into where the little Hotchner was awaiting your help. You sat down across from him and glanced down at the papers that were sprawled out in front of him. "What do you need help with?"

"Well, Ms. Kingston showed us today how to add and subtract with three digit numbers like 100 and all that stuff. I get confused when you have to borrow from one of the other numbers when you subtract," he said as he tapped the pencil on the table, a habit you noticed Aaron did as well when he was working on his own work.

"Alright, let me take a look here," you said as you grabbed the paper from him.

After a few minutes of explaining the way you go about subtracting the numbers to Jack, he got it pretty quickly. "Thanks, Y/N!"

You ruffled his hair as you stood up from the table. "You got it. If you need me, I'm just going to be in the living room, okay?"

"Okay," he said as he moved on to the next parts of his worksheet.

You settled back onto the couch, bringing your knees up to your chest as you read the novel. You were just reaching one of your favorite parts, your attention glued to the pages in front of you. It was the part where George, the father of the story, had spent his very last dollar to bring home a sandwich for his wife even though he and his son were stranded for the night because their car broke down. There was something about the sentiment, the idea that he would give up his very last dollar, that always warmed your heart.

Just as you finished up the chapter you were on, the small pitter patter of feet coming into the living room interrupted you continuing on with your reading. You looked up from the book to see Jack coming towards you, taking hard steps as he walked.

He plopped down on the couch next to you and let out a low sigh. "What's the matter, kiddo?" you asked as you placed the book neatly on your lap.

"I want dad to come home already," he said quietly as he swung his legs against the side of the couch.

"I know you do, Jack. But hey, he should be here soon. Want to watch a movie in the meantime?" You weren't sure what else to do for him. It was the first time that Jack had ever expressed that sentiment to you.

He nodded his head lightly, not saying anything to actually answer your question verbally. "Alright. As long as you finished your homework," you told him. He simply nodded yet again, his face more somber than normal.

You tried to figure out why he had the sudden mood change from when you picked him up from the bus. You thought maybe he was just tired or perhaps he wasn't feeling good. You knew that most kids always wanted their parents around when they were sick.

As the different possibilities ran through your head as you looked for a movie that the two of you had yet to watch, Jack's small voice piped up from next to you. "Y/N?"

You turned your head to look at him to already be met with his gaze. "Yeah Jack?"

"Can I sit with you?" he asked softly.

You nodded your head and straightened yourself up more on the couch so he could sit on your lap. As he quickly scooted into your lap, your copy of The Centaur fell underneath the couch.

"Sorry Y/N. I'll pick it up," Jack said as he went to reach down and grab it. You pulled him back up towards you and let his back rest against your frontside.

"It's alright. I'll get it later. Pick out a movie to watch," you told him. You passed him the TV remote and let him scroll through the different family movies, hoping that he would find something to occupy his thoughts until Aaron got home from his lectures.

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As much as he tried, Aaron Hotchner could not focus on the lecture that he was giving in his class. As he sat at his office desk at the university, he flipped through his notes which to anyone else other than him would not have made any sense at all with the way that the thoughts were not cohesive and the exhaustive amounts of abbreviations that littered the pages.

He planned the day's lecture to be about Orpheus and Eurydice, lovers tragically torn apart, but he couldn't gather his thoughts cohesively to provide his students with what he deemed to be the proper lesson.

His thoughts were foggy. Jarbled. He thought he would have shaken the thought of the way your hands touched the day prior. But it was all he found himself thinking about. He wasn't quite sure why. It was a simple accident.

A simple accident that made him want to rethink the way he had been so closed off with you. The way he was always curt. He craved more, despite the fact that he knew he shouldn't pursue anything with you.

He rubbed his temples, sighing in defeat. At that point, the lecture was going to be what it was going to be.

Aaron gathered all of his things in his satchel and headed down to the auditorium before his students filed in. He shed himself of his suit jacket, leaving him in a baby blue dress shirt and tan slacks. He organized his notes yet again and placed them in order on the podium that was in the center of the room.

His students filed in soon after, a chorus of Good afternoon, Professor Hotchner, How are you Professor Hotchner? coming from them.

Aaron gave everyone a few minutes to settle in before glancing at his watch for the time. He clapped his hands together once loudly to get the attention of the class. The side conversations slowly died down, only a few soft murmurs being heard through the crowd.

"Alright folks. Let's settle in. I know today is Friday and you all are eager to get out of here so I'll try to make this as quick and easy as possible," he said, projecting his voice so that everyone could hear him. "I'll run through attendance quickly and then we'll get started."

After taking attendance and marking the absentee students, Aaron grabbed the textbook for the class from out of his satchel. "If you all could open to page 265 that would be absolutely fantastic." Synchronous opening of textbooks and flipping of pages filled the auditorium as the students quickly followed Aaron's instructions.

He began to walk in front of the room, arms crossed over his chest as he glanced out into the sea of students. "Now, does anyone have any ideas as to what the story of Orpheus and Eurydice is about?" He looked into the crowd, being met with blank stares, eyes glazing over, and even a few students nodding their heads back as they fought the calling of sleep during class.

Not one student raised their hand. He caught the students glancing at one another, hoping that someone, anyone, would have the answer. But there was no such luck.

Part of him wondered if you knew the story. You probably would know the tale like the back of your hand, being that you seemed to be meticulous with whatever it was that you set your mind to. He was curious to see just how much you knew about mythology.

He decided that the next time he saw you, he would try to find out just that.

Focus, he thought to himself.

Clearing his head of you as much as possible, he rolled his sleeves up and walked to the whiteboard, uncapping the black Expo marker that laid next to it. "Orpheus," he said as the marker squeaked on the board as he wrote the name down, "is the son of Apollo and Calliope. Well, that is according to some accounts. Some people say that Orpheus had a different father," he clarified. Aaron turned his attention back to his students, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Can anyone at least remind me as to who those two figures are in mythology? Apollo and Calliope?"

A hand rose in the middle of the auditorium slowly. "Yes?" he said, letting the student know that they could answer the question.

"Well, Apollo is considered to be the god of poetry and music. Calliope on the other hand, was one of the nine muses. She was the muse of history," the girl answered.

Aaron shook his head, placing his hands on his hips and he continued to pace back and forth in the front of the room. "Close. Calliope is actually the muse of poetry. Clio was the muse of history," he explained. "But I'm sure you knew that, right Ms. Sinclair?" he said with a small smirk on his face.

The girl nodded and scribbled down some more notes in her notebook, frantic to capture each and every word that Aaron uttered throughout the rest of the lecture.

Aaron took a brief pause and scanned through the crowd yet again. When he noticed one of his students clearly scrolling on his phone rather than focusing on the lecture, he debated about whether or not he should say something. But when the student started to show his phone around to those near him, he knew he would have to address the obvious distraction from the lecture.

"Mr. McMillan, if your phone is more important than listening to the rest of this lecture, which does cover a large part of your final, please be my guest and take the rest of the day for yourself," Aaron said as he raised his hand towards the door, suggesting that the boy leave the auditorium. He watched as the boy's face turned a shade of pink as he slipped the phone into his pocket. Aaron mouthed a small thank you to the student and continued with the lecture.

"As I was saying, with the help of Ms. Sinclair, Orpheus is the son of Apollo and Calliope. Eurydice," he said as he wrote the next name down on the board and drew a line connecting the two names together, "on the other hand was a beautiful Spartan princess. She married Orpheus. He played her beautiful songs on his lyre, which is just a smaller version of a harp. Orpheus was an exceptional musician. But that makes sense considering who his parents were."

He leaned back against his desk, partially sitting on top of it. He crossed his feet and rested his hands on each side of him on the desk to hold himself up. "However, tragedy struck the young couple. Eurydice was bit by a snake and died. Orpheus was heartbroken. So much so that he only played the most somber and melancholy songs on his lyre. "

Aaron paused for a moment, letting his students jot down their notes onto their paper. "But that didn't discourage Orpheus from fighting for his true love."

Aaron pushed himself off the desk and started to pace again, rubbing his thumb against his pointer finger as he walked. "He was not willing to give up so easily. So, he came up with a plan."

He walked over to the whiteboard again and wrote the word Underworld on the board. "Now, what are some things you know about the Underworld?"

"It's Hades' domain," a student called out.

Aaron drew an arrow from the word and wrote Hades underneath it. "And Hades is?"

"Zeus' brother," the same student replied.

"Very good. What else do we know about this Underworld, the realm where the souls of the departed end up in Greek mythology?" Aaron probed.

"River Styx!" another student called out enthusiastically.

"Mhm." He added another line to the diagram and turned to face the student that answered. "What about the River Styx?"

"I don't know. I just know it's there," the student laughed.

"Fair enough," Aaron said with a small smile. "We'll be covering that within the next few lessons so I won't worry about drilling it into your heads for the time being. One thing that I do want to mention is Cerberus, the three headed dog that guards the entrance of the Underworld. That will be important for the rest of the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice."

Aaron paused yet again, settling back onto the top of the desk but this time he was fully seated on it, his legs dangling off the side. "Now, Orpheus, being heartbroken at the loss of his wife, came up with a plan. He decided to travel to the Underworld to try to regain his love."

"That's crazy. Who would want to go to that place? I mean, I get it he loved the girl but is that even possible?" a student asked.

"It was a wild plan, I will give you that. But Orpheus succeeded. He traveled to the Underworld and managed to strike a deal with Hades after playing his music for him. The ruler of the Underworld was so moved that he granted Orpheus his wish to bring Eurydice back to the land of the living. Hell, the stories even say that Cerberus, the ferocious guardian of the entrance of the Underworld, was howling in despair of the pain Orpheus' music suggested."

A hand rose amongst the crowd. Aaron took his glasses off, gently biting down on the end of the arm of them. He raised his eyebrows at the student, allowing them to speak.

"There's no way that he got her back that easily. Greek mythology seems to, for the most part, at least stem from some kind of tragedy," the student said, clearly not believing that the tale would end happily ever after.

Aaron took his glasses out of his mouth and shook them in the direction of the student. "Excellent observation, Mr. Roth. That brings us to the next part of our tale. Hades gave Orpheus a stipulation; his wife would be brought back to the land of the living as long as Orpheus did not look back at her while they were still in the Underworld."

He hopped off his desk and hooked his glasses onto the collar of his shirt as he continued with the lecture. "Orpheus made the journey back to the light, but he turned around too soon, full of excitement to be reunited with his wife. She vanished before his eyes and he was heartbroken yet again."

"So the moral of the story is to be patient and have trust in the situations that you find yourself in?" a voice called out.

"Precisely," Aaron said, his voice soft. He glanced down at his watch. "I think that's enough for today. For the next class, think of a time in your life where this story applies. A time where you were impatient and lost something that you worked so desperately hard to get. Class dismissed."

The students filed out of the room quickly, allowing Aaron to follow behind them with his satchel tucked under his arm, the same fervor coursing through his veins to get home. He wanted to see Jack.

He wanted to see you.

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"Oh! You sank my battleship!" you hollered dramatically as Jack managed to get another one of your ships clear off the board.

"Yes!" he shouted, throwing his fist up in success.

You were happy to see him going back to his normal, happy self. Whatever was bothering him earlier had managed to subside by the time you were done watching The Lion King.

The familiar car alarm chirped in the driveway, causing loyal Buster to run to the door in anticipation to see his owner.

You felt almost the same degree of excitement flowing through your body. It was the first time you were seeing Aaron since his touch was embedded into your head. You were wondering if things would be different. If he would be different.

As the front door opened, Jack ran over to his father and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. "Hey buddy," Aaron said with a small chuckle as he patted Jack's back.

"I missed you today," Jack said quietly as he looked up at his father.

"I miss you everyday," Aaron said with a smile. His gaze turned to you and he kept the smile plastered on his face. "How's it going, Y/N?"

"Pretty good. Jack just sunk my battleship...again," you joked, feigning annoyance.

Aaron's smile grew a bit wider, the dimples on his face making another appearance.

You couldn't help but smile at him. His smile was contagious and gorgeous. You felt like it was such a rare occasion that he smiled, even though he was smiling more often around you, that you always studied the way his face looked so you would never forget it.

Aaron headed into the kitchen with his things with Jack following close behind. You followed a few moments after, ready to gather your things and head home.

When you came into the kitchen, you saw Aaron place a hand on his hip as he looked down at Jack who held his hands together tightly in a pleading motion.

"Come on, Dad! It will be fun," Jack begged. He put on a big smile for his father, trying to convince him further to whatever idea he had planned.

"Alright, Jack. I wouldn't mind that. Ask her," Aaron said as he turned his attention towards you. You felt yourself get nervous, not sure as to what it was that Jack was about to ask you.

Jack took a step forward and planted himself in front of you as he looked up at you with big, puppy dog eyes. "Y/N, do you want to stay and have dinner with us?" Jack asked excitedly.

"Oh," you said with shock. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of actually staying and spending time with Aaron, even if Jack was still there. But the rational part of your head was yelling at you to leave. You already were thinking about Aaron too much and you were sure you would be even further doomed if you were subject to his charm and wit for the night. "Maybe another time, Jack. I think Esmé was planning on making a nice fancy dinner tonight."

"Please, Y/N," Jack pleaded. "Stay with us and eat." He held his hands firmly together again in a similar fashion to how he was begging his father to go along with the idea in the first place.

You clicked your tongue and scratched the back of your neck, unsure as to what other excuse you could come up with. "I don't want to intrude on the time you and your dad have together, buddy."

Aaron crossed his arms across his chest and you saw him raise his eyebrows for a quick second behind his glasses. "Stay, Y/N. I'm a pretty good cook," Aaron said with a smirk growing on his face.

You felt your stomach twist further into knots at the thought that one, Aaron wanted you to stay and two, that he was going to be cooking some sort of meal for you.

Aaron, on the other hand, felt desperate. He wanted—no, he needed you to stay. He wanted to learn everything there was about you. He wanted to know your passions, your fears. As his eyes searched yours, he saw the battle that was going on in your head as to whether or not you should stay or go.

He was hoping you couldn't see the way he crossed his fingers together subtly, a silent prayer that you would stay.

He didn't know what was coming over him. All he knew was that at that moment, he didn't want you to leave the house. He had tried to push you out of his head all day, but seeing you here at his house and your gorgeous smile, it was taking everything in his power to keep his composure as he felt himself succumbing to his desire to want to be close to you.

You weren't sure what it was but the way Aaron was staring at you, his eyes soft, it was as if he was subtly begging you to stay.

You knew you shouldn't. You already were feeling things that you never thought you would for the man. But a part of you was curious to try to figure out if he was feeling something similar.

"Alright, fine," you said defeated, throwing your hands up in the air. "I'll stay." Jack let out an excited yell before running back into the living room.

You could have sworn you saw Aaron exhale deeply once you came to your decision, as if he was relieved that you were actually staying. "But I'm telling you now Hotchner, if you're not as good a cook as you say you are, there will be hell to pay," you teased as you pointed your finger in his direction.

And to your surprise, Aaron laughed. He genuinely laughed. It was a sound that was pure music to your ears, something that you wished you could have turned back time to get it on a recording.

"I promise. I am a good cook," he said as he turned around and began to take out some different pots and pans.

You walked next to him and leaned up against the counter. "What exactly are you planning on making?"

He turned his gaze to you, a smug look growing on his face. "Well where's the fun in that? It's a surprise," he said quietly, leaning closer in your direction.

You caught a quick whiff of his cologne, the smell of cedar quickly filling your airspace. You bit down on your bottom lip, the closeness to him becoming almost too much to handle.

His warm honey eyes darted down to your lips and back up to your own eyes. He cleared his throat and stood back up straight, starting to pull some random ingredients out of the cabinet in front of him.

You shut your eyes for a second, disappointed by how quickly he stood away from you. "I'll be in the living room with Jack," you said. He nodded silently, making his rounds in the kitchen to cook.

As you made your way into the living room, you couldn't help but think about how close he was. You could have reached your hand out and stroked his cheek. You could have been putty melting in his hands.

Aaron watched you walk out of the kitchen, knowing that you wouldn't see his eyes raking across your body. Your perfume lingered in the space where you were in the kitchen, reminding Aaron just how close his face was to yours, how he could have pulled you by your cheeks to brush his lips against yours.

He wanted you. And he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back.

———-

"Oh my god," you sighed in content as you took a bite of the food Aaron prepared. He made fettuccine alfredo with chicken. All from scratch.

His eyes shot towards you as he heard the sound of satisfaction fall on your lips. He raised an eyebrow at you, taking a bite of the chicken that rested on his plate. "So, did I live up to your expectations?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster as you took another bite of the pasta.

You watched as Jack twirled the pasta around his fork. He popped it into his mouth and gave his dad a thumbs up. "It tastes good, Dad. I could eat the whole pot!"

"That's an awful lot of pasta," you joked as you took a small sip of the chardonnay that Aaron had poured for the two of you. He insisted it made the meal but you were wondering if it had different indications than what he led on.

"Yeah it is but I could eat it," Jack said. Aaron rolled his eyes jokingly at his son's active imagination.

A few minutes passed and you all were eating in content. This time, there was a much more comfortable silence that fell between you all, something that you could easily get used to.

"So, Y/N, what made you pick up an interest in Greek mythology?" Aaron asked, clearly ripping off the bandaid he had been gripping to all day. He had to know. He wanted to know more about you.

"I took a class in high school, actually. And from there, I've done most of my learning on my own. I don't know," you laughed softly.

God your laugh. Aaron would never get over hearing it. He took a sip of his wine and glanced at you over the rim of the glass, watching you absentmindedly twirl your fork around in the pasta.

"I just find it interesting that there's so many stories that they came up with and they all have some sort of deeper meaning to them."

Aaron nodded in agreement, finding himself entranced with your words. You were right of course. There were so many things those stories explained, like the natural world or even as something simple to not be selfish.

"That's why I like them so much. The interpretation of them all varies and you can learn so much," he added.

"I like the ones with Jason and the Astronauts," Jack interrupted. Small laughs from you and Aaron filled the space between you at Jack's mispronunciation.

"Argonauts," you and Aaron said at the same time, correcting the young Hotchner.

Jack scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "What's the word?" he asked.

"Argonauts," Aaron repeated.

"Astronauts is cooler," Jack concluded as he took another bite of his chicken. "Can I be excused?"

Aaron glanced at his plate and pointed his fork in the direction of his son's food. "Eat another bite of chicken and you can be."

Jack scarfed down the chicken quickly and left the table.

Realization hit you rather quickly.

It was just you and Aaron. A tinge of pink fell across your face at the fact that you were alone with Aaron.

You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, sitting up straighter. "So, how did your lecture go today?" you asked.

Aaron shrugged his shoulders and kept his gaze on his plate. "Could have gone better, I suppose."

"What did you talk about?" You took another drink of your wine and this time, it was you glancing at him over the rim of the glass.

"Orpheus and Eurydice."

"That's a good one. Heartbreaking in the end but I like the story of it all," you admitted.

Of course you knew it. Aaron figured you would. He wished you could have been in his class. You clearly knew so much about the subject matter and he was becoming impressed the more you spoke.

"It's definitely one of the sadder ones," he agreed.

You placed your fork down on your napkin, full from the delicious dinner you just ate. "I think it's one of the best representations of agape in Greek mythology that there is," you added, running your finger along the rim of your wine glass.

Aaron felt his nerves go wild.

Agape?

How the hell did you know about that?

You certainly kept him on his toes.

"And you know about agape, the Greek word for the concept of self-sacrificing love. I have to say, Y/N, I really wasn't expecting you to be so well versed in the subject," he admitted. "But figures, a smart girl like you would go above and beyond to learn about whatever you set your mind to." He took another sip of his wine and his eyes were looking at you more intently.

You definitely felt your face blush at his words. You tried to keep your composure as best as possible, but how could you when he was being so fucking charming and looking at you the way he was?

"I am just full of surprises," you teased, making your voice almost a whisper.

You watched as Aaron licked his lips and raised his eyebrows. "You most certainly are," he agreed, his words coming out with an exhale. "Question for you though."

"Hm?"

"What makes you think that the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice is full of agape?" he challenged.

You took a moment to try to cohesively get your thoughts together. Well, as best you could with the way Aaron was looking at you.

"Well for starters, the man literally went to the Underworld to try to get his wife back. It was an unheard of feat. And the fact that Orpheus was willing to do whatever it took to get her back just shows how much he couldn't live without her. How much he loved her."

Aaron nodded slowly, finishing the rest of his wine. "You make a good point there," he said after he swallowed the chardonnay.

You nodded in agreement. You couldn't believe that you were engaging in such a deep conversation with Aaron. But it felt so natural. So right.

You glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost 9pm. "I think I better get going," you said quietly. You pushed yourself away from the table and placed your dishes in the sink.

When you turned around to go grab your things, you bumped into a solid mass.

Aaron.

He grunted lightly at the contact, a flicker of his smile dancing across his lips.

"Sorry," you said quickly as he looked down at you. You stared at him for a second, as he did to you, before pulling yourself out of your trance and stepping around him to grab your belongings.

"Not a problem," he said as he placed his and Jack's dishes in the sink. "Let me walk you out." You nodded silently and watched as he grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the counter.

He patted the bottom of the carton against his palm before taking one of the cigarettes out, resting it between his lips as he walked with you towards the door.

He opened the door for you and you turned to say your goodbyes.

As much as you truly didn't want to.

"Thank you for dinner," you said with a smile.

"Don't worry about it," he assured as he leaned against the doorframe, the cigarette bouncing between his lips with each word.

"Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Aaron."

"You too, Y/N."

You headed to your car, settling into the driver's seat quickly, your brain still reeling from the events of the night.

You glanced back towards the Hotchner home and saw Aaron still leaning against the door frame, the faint orange glow of the lit cigarette piercing through the darkness of the sky.

You pulled away from the house and headed back home, watching as the Hotchner home disappeared from your rear view mirror.

Once you got home, you opened the door and pressed your back against it, still shocked with the overwhelming feelings that were still in your stomach, your head. Everywhere.

Esmé turned her head around towards you from the couch. When she saw your shocked and speechless expression, a shit-eating grin grew rapidly on her face. "Spill...the...details...now," she demanded as you sat down next to her on the couch.

As you were retelling the way you and Aaron had a few more moments that night, your phone dinged.

"Don't be a fool! Answer it!" Esmé hollered, smacking her hand gently on your leg.

Your heart fluttered when you saw the name of the person texting you.

Aaron Hotchner

-You left your book here. I found it under the couch when I was straightening up.

-Oh, I totally forgot about it! Sorry! I'll grab it on Monday.

-The Centaur, huh? You really are a bit of a nerd when it comes to mythology aren't you?

-Maybe. But it's also just a good book in general.

-I'll have to give it a read then.

-I'm going to test you on it if you do read it, just so you're aware.

-I'll be counting on it.

-Goodnight, Y/N.

-Goodnight, Aaron.

You sighed loudly, trying to ignore Esmé who was staring at you with wide eyes. You clutched your phone tighter in your hand and turned to look at her.

"I'm in such deep shit," you admitted as you leaned back on the couch, resting your head on the headrest.

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authors note:

i hope you all enjoyed this chapter! i also hope the lecture part wasn't too boring. i figured it was a good change of pace.

thanks for reading! i appreciate the support <3

see you next chapter!

-jordyn

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As It Should Be | Chapter 3: Statesmen & Demons

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: The morning after is filled with misunderstandings and overwhelming feelings. Things just get worse after you, Whiskey, and Frankie debrief with Champ, Ginger, and Pope, and old demons are brought to light.

Rating: M - No Minors

Warnings: Mentions of minor injuries, mentions of non-major character deaths, lots of talk surrounding drugs, a panic attack, angst, alcohol - If I'm missing any just let me know!

A/N: We’ve got misunderstandings and angst in this chapter. We get a peek at Frankie’s prior drug use and he’s not in a good headspace about it. This chapter and the next will deal pretty heavily with these issues. A very special thanks to Agent Capri Sun and @danniburgh for reading over these chapters and giving me the encouragement to get these out there! ~5.9k WC

Chapter 2: All Hell Breaks Loose [AO3]

Consciousness found you as it did most mornings, pinned by a strong, warm arm. You groaned softly while nuzzling back into the warmth, then opened your eyes, surprised to see Whiskey lounging in a chair off to the side of the bed, scrolling on his phone. His eyes met yours with a smile of his own, and then everything that had happened the night before came flooding back. Murmuring in his sleep, Frankie pulled you closer to him and you smiled back at Jack. It felt so right, so natural, you just wished Jack would leave his phone and come back to bed. Whiskey put his phone away and tilted his head, gesturing for you to join him and put his phone away. Carefully, you did your best to extract yourself from Frankie’s warm embrace, wincing as your body ached in protest. You let out a huff once you steadied yourself on your feet only to have Whiskey pull you into his arms.

“Are you alright, Sugar? I found some sweats and a t-shirt that’ll fit you in the closet. Figured you’d want somethin’ a touch more comfortable after last night.”

“You’re a godsend, Jack. I’m good, you boys just really wore me out.”

Jack chuckled softly and you moved to put on the clothes that lay folded on the chair Frankie had been bound to last night. It was normal that the safehouses were stocked with loungewear of a few different sizes in the event an agent needed a quick change. Groaning, you hobbled over to the kitchen, intent on pouring yourself a cup of coffee. He beat you to it though, and you heard him tut in disapproval.

“Uh-uh, you just sit your pretty little behind down and let me get that for you, darlin’.”

You didn’t bother arguing, knowing Whiskey wouldn’t hear it, and frankly, with how sore you were, you didn’t want to. He set a mug down in front of you, then took a seat at the table with his own mug.

“I talked to Ginger earlier. From what it looks like, our pilot was right, they launched one hell of an amorous agent at the gala last night. She sent me some more details, and so far the only casualties were two of the guys from the private security attachment, the people we downed, and a few attendees who had prior heart complications, their hearts gave out from blood pressure spikes.”

You took a sip of your coffee, letting the warmth fill you, then bit the inside of your cheek in contemplation.

“We’re probably safe to assume then that casualties weren’t their goal, and had they known Statesmen agents would be there, they would have made sure to neutralize us first. With all the chatter Ginger was catching wind of though, they’re either new or they were trying to get someone’s attention.”

Whiskey nodded, pursing his lips and staring down at his coffee while his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

“Penny for your thoughts, Whiskey?”

Deep, melted chocolate eyes flickered up to meet your gaze and his mouth twisted as if in distaste for the words he was about to say.

“Now, there’s no good way to bring this up other than just saying it, and I told Ginger I’d ask.” He paused, reconsidering again, then sighed. “Did you tell Frankie or Santiago about Statesmen?”

Your brow furrowed and a muscle in your jaw ticked as you clenched your teeth. You had kept Statesmen’s secret all these years, even though it killed you to keep anything from your old squad. They were your family, and you couldn’t stand lying to them. A sharp flare of anger burned in your chest. The need to lie to them had frankly been a major part of why you hadn’t been back to visit since Tom’s funeral.

“No, of course not, Whiskey.”

Your voice was even, deadpan almost but it was clear from your face that your anger was growing. Jack put a hand up in surrender and gently rested his other hand on your forearm.

“Hey, hey, we don’t want to wake him up.”

He let out a sigh and moved his hand down to cradle your fingers in his own.

“I didn’t figure you had, darlin’, I just had to ask. Especially since he apparently already knew we had a safehouse.”

You took in a deep breath then slowly exhaled, glancing over at Frankie who was still sleeping peacefully.

“Yeah, well, if there were two people in the whole world who’d never believe my cover, it’d be Frankie and Santi. They’re smart, and they know me better than almost anyone else.”

Whiskey jerked his hand away from you, feigning hurt for a moment before it gave way to a teasing smile when you swatted his arm.

“How was he? After I fell asleep.”

“Well, his wrists are in a bad way. Shy as could be when I had him sit down so I could bandage him up. As if he hadn’t moaned at deepthroating my fingers just a bit before.”

You nearly choked on your coffee. It was downright sinful the way Jack could say such lewd things with a voice like honey.

“If you’re wondering whether he regretted it, I highly doubt it, sweetheart. I think you were exactly on the money when you thought about him, but… Well, this ain’t exactly the best way for it to all happen.”

You nodded, sighing while you rubbed the back of your hand with your thumb, a self-soothing gesture you seldom did anymore.

“Certainly not the way we had hoped for it to happen. This was hardly dinner and a conversation. I didn’t expect to spring this on him after only just popping back into each other’s lives after five years. I can’t even really count the funeral since… well, we hardly talked.”

Jack squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“Nothing doing worrying about it, darlin’. We’ll sort everything out once he wakes up.”

Just then, your stomach growled and Whiskey chuckled.

“Besides, sounds like I should be worrying about what to make us for breakfast. Champ isn’t expecting us to debrief until 14:00. Which reminds me, I had Ginger get a hold of Santiago. He’s fine, and they’re sending Vermouth to pick him up and bring him to the office for the debrief.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you nod, grateful that Santi was ok after the attack. A small huff of excitement brings your attention back to Whiskey, finding him holding a box of pancake mix triumphantly.

“How about pancakes, darlin’?”

His eyes twinkle at the way yours widen in excitement.

“Pancakes it is then, baby.”

Frankie woke to hushed voices and the smell of pancakes. His stomach growled, and he groaned as he sat up. He felt like he had been hit by a truck.

“Hijo de puta.” [Son of a bitch.]

He muttered to himself, hissing when he bumped his wrist. You turned from your conversation with Jack after hearing Frankie curse, and you couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked in his post-sleep haze. His unruly curls were at all different angles and you fought the urge to walk up to him and sink your fingers in them.

“Morning, sleepyhead!” You paused a moment, looking at the stove clock, “Well, not exactly morning anymore.”

Frankie groaned as he stretched his arms and rolled his aching shoulders, then staggered to the kitchen table, sinking into the open chair and pulling out his phone for the time: noon.

“Fuck, Whiskey, I told you I only needed five hours.”

Whiskey stretched in his seat, waving dismissively at Frankie.

“Clearly you needed more than five hours, Flyboy. You were barely standing when you woke me up this morning. I called our Executive Tech Coordinator, Ginger, to check in. She’s having Santiago picked up, and he’ll meet us at our office. They’re not expecting us until 14:00, we’ve got some time.”

Frankie grumbled under his breath, and you noticed the way Jack’s eyebrow shot up in response to the grumbling. Hiding your smile, you got up and made a plate of pancakes for Frankie, then poured him a cup of coffee.

“Cream or sugar?”

Frankie shakes his head and takes a sip from his coffee, a small hum of pleasure vibrating in his throat.

“Gracias, Halcón.”

Both you and Jack watched him, bemused at the way Frankie shoveled the pancakes into his mouth.

“You should be thanking Whiskey. He’s the one who made them.”

Frankie swallowed then paused, looking over at Whiskey, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“These are delicious, Whiskey, thanks.”

A warm smile lit up Whiskey’s face, and he nodded in appreciation. After a moment, his gaze flickers over to yours, silently seeking your approval to start the conversation you know needs to take place before the debriefing. You refill your coffee, then give Whiskey a nod.

“Before we head out, there are a few things we need to go over, Frankie.”

Whiskey’s drawl floated in Frankie’s ears and tugged at him in a way he hadn’t expected it to without the amorous agent in his system.

“First things first, how did you figure we had a safehouse? Did you already know about Statesmen?”

Frankie blinked and sat back, looking between you and Jack before clearing his throat.

“Pope and I always figured you went into intelligence after the Army, Halcón. Pope doesn’t get called in for small gigs much anymore, and the money Pope pitched the job to me for meant it was high profile. Never believed that story of you being an EA at a distillery for a second. You hate paperwork. Seeing you there meant there might be trouble... Well, you’re always trouble, Halcón.”

He smiled, chuckling a bit to himself.

“Your revolvers and whip, and her pistol in a thigh holster… Well, with everything else, that pretty much confirmed to me that you’re both spooks. That’s why I figured you’d have your own safe houses. I couldn’t guarantee any of Pope’s because of the gas. I didn’t know who had been caught or who had been affected. Just put the pieces together, really.”

Frankie shrugged, and Jack, who had been watching him intently, nodded.

“We’re not on anyone’s radar, Frankie. The distillery is real and helps fund our operations, but not even the President is aware, and we like to keep it that way. So you can understand why there were some concerns when you seemed to have it figured out.”

He nodded, understanding completely the security concerns that came with that kind of secrecy.

“Glad you’re not a jackass CIA agent at least, Halcón.”

You snorted and shook your head.

“No, but Whiskey here is plenty jackass for the both of us.”

Whiskey scoffed and shook his head.

“That’s not the tune you were singing when we first met, darlin’. I seem to remember rescuing you, then stitching you up.”

“I didn’t need rescuing, Whiskey. They grazed me, but I had them!”

Frankie chuckled, a smirk settling on his lips at your indigent retort as he held your gaze. His smirk faltered, however, when he felt your hand rest on his arm. He knew this fleeting moment where things felt oddly right and natural, joking around in the kitchen was just that: fleeting. Now, the other shoe was about to drop.

“All things considered, Fish, you look good… I’m glad.”

Jack sat back, observing the two of you. That simple sentence held more weight than he’d expect it to in a normal conversation. The way Frankie frowned slightly and looked down and away didn’t escape his attention. He watched you fidget for a moment before starting again.

“About last night, Frankie-”

“You two look really good together. Seem to be really great partners, and… and I’m not going to do something dumb like try to get in the way of that or anything. I know we were all affected by the gas, a-and I was available.”

Frankie blurted out. The words felt thick and bitter on his tongue, his heart protesting each syllable, but he so desperately wanted to give you an out from this situation, from him and his baggage. He didn’t want to lose you or your friendship, not when he had just gotten you back in his life. His gaze was actively avoiding yours and Whiskey’s, opting instead to stare down at the floor. You and Jack shared a frown as you took a beat to recover. Whiskey was clearing his throat to try to salvage the conversation, but you could see the gears moving in Frankie’s head as he suddenly stood.

“I need to go prep the helo if we’re going to make it back in time.”

The walls were coming up brick by devastating brick in Frankie’s downcast, coffee-colored eyes. On instinct, you reached out for him, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, only to jerk back just as suddenly as he winced in pain.

“Sorry. Frankie, just wait a second.”

“Yeah, now look here, Flyboy, we didn’t do anything we didn’t want to. Hell, you can be damn sure I enjoyed myself.”

There was an ugly, acrid taste pooling in Frankie’s mouth that he couldn’t stop: jealousy. Of course Whiskey had enjoyed himself. At the end of the day, he still had you. Frankie hated himself all the more for this jealousy. It didn’t even have anything to do with the cowboy, he actually liked him despite his cocky attitude. He caught himself, realizing it had almost everything to do with the self-hatred he still harbored. Three years clean was still more than three years too late. Realizing he hadn’t responded, Frankie nodded, gaze flicking from Whiskey to you.

“Can we all at least grab dinner this Friday and talk about it?”

There’s hope in your voice as you plead with him, and you can see his walls stop rising, at least for the moment.

“Ok, yeah.” There’s another awkward pause before Frankie checks his phone for the time and rocks back on his heels. “I’m going to get the helo ready. We need to head out soon.”

You watched as he quickly dressed himself in the disheveled clothes from the night prior and headed out the door in record speed.

Frankie breathed in the fresh air as he walked over to the helicopter. He needed to clear his head. His emotions were all over the place from the night prior and lack of sleep, and it felt like he was giving himself whiplash. Reaching the helicopter, he set out to pull the tarp off of the aircraft. It was much easier taking the damned thing off than it was putting it on, probably having to do with the fact that he wasn’t moments away from collapsing to try to give himself some relief. Gritting his teeth, he willed the thoughts away and made quick work of folding the tarp, stowing it away in its compartment in the cockpit. Frankie sank into the pilot's seat with a sigh and began taking inventory of everything. The blazer he had carelessly wrenched off was still laying in a heap on the floor. He leaned down to pick it up and dust it off, his eyes meandering to Pope’s pistol laying in the co-pilot’s chair. Thankfully, he hadn’t lost it in the chaos of everything. Throwing his head back against the headrest, Frankie closed his eyes. At least they’d be heading out soon and he could throw himself into whatever came next.

You and Whiskey sat at the table for a moment longer, and it was Whiskey who broke the silence.

“Well… everything considered, sweetheart, that could have been worse. Could have gone better too though.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes at Whiskey.

“It’s probably just… a lot for him. The last time we saw each other wasn’t exactly stellar.”

“It was a funeral, Bourbon. That’s understandable.”

That wasn’t exactly what you’d meant, but you kept silent, nodding. Whiskey stood up, walking around the table until he stood in front of you. He took your hands in his own and hauled you up, holding you tight and kissing the top of your head.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get our things together. Champ’ll be waiting for us.”

You and Whiskey moved quickly to gather your belongings, and you had never been more grateful for the stock slip-on shoes Statesmen provided. You didn’t want to have to go out barefoot. Looking back at the safe house, you almost felt bad with the mess you were leaving behind, but you knew for a fact the Statesmen cleaning service had seen far worse.

Frankie only acknowledged you and Whiskey once your headsets were on.

“Get ready, we’re taking off. Statesmen New York office in 20 minutes. Thankfully, we’ve got plenty of fuel.”

The trip back to the office was awkward but thankfully quiet, and Frankie focused on the calming effect flying had on him. After about 20 minutes, you heard Campari’s voice on the radio.

“Approaching aircraft, state your clearance code.”

Whiskey got up from his seat and stood next to Frankie.

“Campari, this is Whiskey, clearance code Alpha-Whiskey-Niner-Niner-Foxtrot.”

There was a pause on the other end as Campari reviewed the code.

“Confirmed, welcome back, Agents Whiskey and Bourbon. Mr. Morales, you’re cleared to land.”

Frankie expertly navigated the helicopter to the landing pad and Whiskey was the first to hop out once they landed. You followed closely behind, turning to make sure Frankie was following. He certainly was, although a few steps behind, and his gaze was still downcast. Frankie was only vaguely aware of his surroundings, still mostly inside his own head as they walked through giant oak double doors into a conference room. It wasn’t until he heard Santiago’s voice that his gaze snapped up.

“¡Hermano!”

Frankie gave Pope a smile as they clasped arms. Then, the other man grabbed Frankie’s shoulders tightly.

“¡Nunca más me asustes así! ¿Entíendes?” [Never scare me like that again! Got it?/Understand?]

Frankie nodded sheepishly, then went to take a seat across from you and to the left of Whiskey.

“Put those on.”

Whiskey gestured to the orange tinted aviators resting on the conference table, identical to the ones you and Whiskey now wore. You watched Frankie bite his lip in concentration, then smiled at the way his eyes lit up as he put them on to see a hologram of Champ seated at the far end of the table.

“¡Ay!”

Frankie and Santiago shout in surprise. Champ shares a look of amusement with you and Whiskey, then gives the other two men a warm smile.

“Alright everyone, let’s get this show on the road. Name’s Champagne but anyone who knows what’s good for them calls me Champ. The lovely lady on the screen on the wall here is Ginger, and y’all are familiar with Whiskey and Bourbon.”

Frankie and Santiago were still in awe, but they nodded their acknowledgements to Champ and Ginger.

“Now, Ginger has an update for us, but first, I must commend you, Catfish. From what I understand, you identified the threat and moved to get Whiskey and Bourbon out of there, minimizing casualties as well as ensuring two of our best agents weren’t captured. I’m sure it was a tremendous feat to do so and fly yourselves to safety given the… well, the condition y’all were in.”

You, Jack, and Frankie had the decency to blush. Frankie ducked his head at the compliment and did his best to avoid eye contact with Pope. He just knew Santi would have a teasing remark about the three of them being together.

“Ginger was able to confirm that the amorous agent used in last night’s attack is a variant of a new drug being used to torture information out of victims.”

“From what Whiskey and I were reviewing,” You interjected, “I think it’s safe to say casualties weren’t their primary objective. Considering how... incapacitated the attendees were, it would have been easy to take more lives. Instead, the deaths seem to be accidental, the result of the private security team or us. It looks to me like their main objective was humiliation. I doubt they knew who Whiskey and I are, if they even had Statesmen Distillery on their radar since we were last-minute additions.”

Frankie nodded and thrust his chin out to Santiago.

“Pope and I heard about it at a conference for his security firm. The ingredients and refinement process are supposed to be too delicate and expensive for something mass market or on the scale that we saw last night.”

Champ nodded and pursed his lips in thought. A sound came from the TV as Ginger chimed in.

“It appears we may have caught a break with that, actually. Final lab results just came in, and analysis of the Agent Red compound also included trace elements of cocaine. Now, last year we busted the Golden Circle cartel, so this could be the competition sweeping in. They might have the resources and facilities to pull it off.”

The room went quiet. Frankie hadn’t heard anything past “cocaine” and the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. His head turned in stiff, jerky movements as his gaze met Pope’s then yours and you can’t think of a moment you’ve seen him more afraid than he is now. Years of dropping into war zones couldn’t touch his reaction now: the quickening of his breath, the way his brows went up and furrowed slightly, the way his eyes widened and froze or the way his lips were parted, tense from the words that were silently stumbling over each other trying to escape the leash of his tongue. Jack took in the way you blanched and Frankie’s pure terror, and finally the pieces fell into place. The words had finally pulled free from Frankie’s tongue, but it was clear that he was far too panicked to put together much of a sentence.

“N-no! I--this, this c-can’t be… Hawk,” he started, desperate to reassure you he’d been clean, as if this brush with the illicit substance negated everything he had done. But you hadn’t been around to see him get clean, so how could he expect you to believe him after how he was when you had left? Frankie started again, frantically seeking Pope’s gaze, “Pope, you know… you know I’ve been clean for three years. I can’t-no, I can’t lose it! I just...I just got it ba-”

Frankie’s voice was broken, the words were crashing into each other, frantic in between sharp, shaky inhales. He looked physically ill, and Jack could see all of the tell-tale signs of a bad panic attack playing out before him. Without hesitating, he swung his chair to face Frankie.

“Hey, Flyboy, you gotta breathe.”

Frankie squeezed his eyes shut, ears clinging to Whiskey’s Southern drawl, desperate to ground himself to something. The peaceful image of a cabin by a quiet lake that he conjured up during times like these was gone, just out of reach, almost taunting him. He flinched when Jack’s large, warm hand came in contact with his back, but he let the other man gently push him forward until his head was between his knees. Frankie did his best to try to regain his breathing, he was emotionally and physically exhausted, this had just been the final straw. The warmth emanating from Whiskey’s hand spread down his back, and his mind clung to the sensation like a drowning man would a lifeline. Slowly, Frankie’s gulping of air began to shift towards almost normal as the pressure in his chest eased.

Pope shared a look with you, then cleared his throat.

“Fish had...some issues with cocaine a while back, and his pilot’s license was suspended because of it. He’s worked hard to get his license back, and he’s been clean.”

Champ nodded. He held no judgement. Hell, their own Tequila had had his own run-ins with illicit substances. Your gaze flickered to Whiskey, it seemed like his sole concern was Frankie in that moment. His eyes met yours briefly, and the warring emotions in them foreshadowed a later conversation, but then the moment was gone, and his focus was back on Frankie. Champ paused a moment longer, making sure that Frankie looked to be recovering before continuing.

“Not to worry, Catfish, should you have any trouble with a surprise drug test, Statesmen’ll take care of it. After all, it couldn’t have been helped, and we owe you for Whiskey and Bourbon.”

Frankie slowly brought himself to sit upright, nodding stiffly. Ginger felt for Frankie, watching him as he emptily accepted Champ’s promise.

“If it’s any consolation, we found only trace amounts, nothing substantial.” Not enough to get you hooked were the unspoken words accompanying her statement.

A shaky breath of relief found its way out of Frankie’s lungs, but the fear remained in his eyes. What if he slipped up? Champ was running a cigar under his nose pensively.

“For now, Pope, I want you to coordinate with Ginger. See if you can fill in any of our gaps on the attack last night. Whiskey, Bourbon, I want your reports in tonight. I don’t need to explain but anything you two can remember could be helpful for Ginger and Pope. Catfish,” Frankie’s head snapped up, gaze settling on Champ at the sound of his name. He was ready for an assignment, for something, anything to get his mind off of the thoughts swirling around in his head. “Ginger booked you a hotel just a few blocks from the New York office. I want you to go there, relax, and get some sleep. I understand you got some rest this morning, but given the ordeal you’ve been through, I’m having you take the rest of the day.”

Frankie opened his mouth to protest, but Champ quickly shushed him by continuing.

“Now, don’t worry, it’s not just you. As soon as Whiskey and Bourbon are done with their reports, I’m sending them home too.”

Frankie pursed his lips and nodded, already feeling like a burden and that his last foothold was crumbling. The meeting went on for a few more minutes, but Frankie was in his own head, effectively on autopilot. His shoulders were slumped and his gaze was fixed on some unknown far off point. You, Jack, and Pope shared a concerned glance as the meeting ended. Frankie blinked when Santiago walked up to him, putting his hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“Hey, I forgot your go bag, but I grabbed your hat. Figured you’d want it, hermano.”

Standing, Frankie nodded, murmuring his thanks. The doors opened and another agent walked into the conference room.

“Mr. Morales, I’m Agent Vermouth. Please come with me. Ginger asked that I make sure you get to the hotel without any issues.”

You winced at the hurt in Frankie’s eyes that quickly gave way to a hollow nothingness, and your heart clenched for him. There was no way Vermouth could have known the circumstances, what the additional weight his words would have on Frankie. Frowning, Frankie shuffled after Vermouth and disappeared from the room. With a sigh, you turned to Santiago.

“Hey Pope, Whiskey’s just next door, and I’m down the hall. I’m sure Ginger will give you a call in a few minutes. You’ve got the whole conference room to yourself for the rest of the day.”

Pope nodded before you and Whiskey turned to head out.

“My office, Bourbon.”

Whiskey’s voice was low. You had been expecting this, you knew you hadn’t been exactly forthcoming given Whiskey’s past issues. Before you both could make it out of the conference room, Pope’s voice stopped you.

“Hawk?”

Santiago frowned and took a deep breath.

“He really has gotten his shit together. Colombia broke him, and none of us should have been there but I-” Pope sighed and scratched at his beard. “Frankie’s put in the work, he did it, he’s doing it. I know you might have doubts since you weren’t there, but you know I wouldn’t enable him… I just mean that, don’t write him off because of this, Halcón.”

You gave Pope a soft, sad smile and nodded.

“I won’t, Santi.”

There was a beat of silence, Jack quietly observing the two of you. At last, Santiago nodded, and you left the conference room with Jack. He unlocked the door to his office, holding it open for you and you strolled in, making a beeline for the whiskey and two tumblers that sat on the bar cart. You heard him lock the door again as you poured two fingers for each of you. Taking the tumblers in hand, you slid down onto Whiskey’s brown leather couch and handed him the other glass. He was quiet. You both took a sip from your glasses, and then he bit his lip, staring at the swirling amber liquid.

“When were you going to tell me, Bourbon? Were you going to tell me? I mean hell, especially with what we’re considering with him, you gotta tell me shit like this.”

His eyes only met yours at his last word, his face was one of hurt and anger tinged with betrayal.

“I’m sorry, Jack, I really am. I was going to tell you, I was planning on telling you after we went down for the fight. If he was still doing well, then we’d talk about it. If he wasn’t… well, then I was going to tell you anyways. Like Santi said, I don’t have the full story. You’re right though, and I’m really sorry, Jack. I should have told you.”

He held your gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly as you gently reached out to hold his hand and took a sip of your whiskey.

“About three years ago, I reached out to Benny, one of the guys from our unit, to congratulate him on a fight, and we started catching up. He mentioned Frankie was cleaning up his act. The guys-- Pope, Catfish, Benny, Ironhead and Redfly-- went to Colombia on a job, and I don’t have all the details because it wasn’t an official mission, but Redfly, our old Captain, died.”

Whiskey nodded, remembering you were fairly new at the time but already a rising star. He remembered the devastation on your face when you had gotten the news. After all, he had been the one to escort you to Champ’s office when you requested time off for the funeral.

“I remember. You went to his funeral. About 4 years ago now.”

You nodded.

“It was the last time I saw Frankie, and he was not in a good place. Not only because of whatever happened in Colombia, but he got back to find his fiancée had left him, and he had started using again. The guys don’t like to talk about what happened, especially not Pope, as I’m sure you noticed. I called Benny again a year ago. With everything that was happening with Poppy and the Golden Circle, I was worried Frankie had slipped up, but I was also so hopeful that he hadn’t. Benny told me that Frankie was still clean, he’d gotten his license back, and was doing well for himself.”

Whiskey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It… it doesn’t make me think less of him, sweetheart. You know I’ve been doing the work in therapy, and I understand he’s not the same as the bastards who took everything from me. I know that’s why you were apprehensive. If this is going to work though, we need to communicate. I can’t have you keepin’ secrets like this.”

You nodded. The understanding between you was solid, and you knew you should have told him sooner. He took your glass and pulled you closer so you could nestle into his side. It had been an exhausting 24 hours, and you both wanted nothing more than to have this moment to just exist with each other. After a few quiet moments, you took your glass from his hand, threw back the rest of your drink, then disentangled yourself from Whiskey.

“I’m going to go get changed then get on that report so I can get the hell out of here. I want to take a bath and unwind a bit first, but do you want to do takeout at your place tonight?”

“Wouldn’t have my night any other way, sweetheart. I’ll text you later?”

You nod and wink, earning you one of his soft smiles, then you head out.

The hotel room was nice, far nicer than any room Frankie would have ever booked for himself. It was swanky and refined, whereas the hotel they had planned for the gala at was gaudy and flashy. Frankie stared at the menus laying on the bed next to him, not really seeing the words printed before him. Agent Vermouth had told him to order room service and not to worry about the cost, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. He closed his eyes, cradling his head in his hands, trying to shut out the dark thoughts circling around him. This feeling, low in his stomach, twisting knots in him, felt like failure. Like he was a failure. It felt like somehow all of the work he had put into getting clean had been undone in a blink of the eye. He hadn’t even sought it out or consented to it. No, it seemed like no matter what he did, his past… the drugs, they would always catch up to him. Of course it was happening now, when he had a real shot at something better. He wasn’t sure what you were hopeful for when you pleaded with him to do dinner in two days’ time, but at least he could hope for regaining your friendship.

With a sigh, he got up and ambled to the minibar, grabbing a few bottles of whiskey, downing one, then sank back onto the bed. His personal phone suddenly went off. Fumbling around for it in his pocket, he took a deep breath, then unlocked it.

Kevin: I couldn’t find someone to cover for you, I’m letting you go Morales. If you have any personal belongings we’ll have them mailed to you. Your final paycheck will be deposited on Friday.

Frankie felt tears prick at his eyes, and he desperately scrubbed at his face with the heel of his left hand as if his efforts would keep the tears from falling. That was the last thing he needed right now.

What a fucking mess he was.

He was a veteran, a former cocaine addict, and now he could add jobless to his titles. It felt like his world was crumbling all around him.

Fuck.

Frankie squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, desperately wishing this was just one of his nightmares. His hands shook, whether from stress or something else he wasn’t sure. He downed another bottle, staring at the minibar a moment longer, fingers fumbling with the cap of the third.

He was drowning. He needed...something. He needed help.

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❀Coffee Shop❀ [SHUNTARO YANAGI X READER]

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Summary: after a harsh day of work,you went your favourite coffee shop to have some time for yourself and relax,but what you didn't expected is that your favourite actor was there inside the coffee shop.

Warning!: none

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3.8k

So this is the first AIB cast one shots,hope you guys will like it!. Basically this is just some fluffy coffee shop moments with Shuntaro :D. And sorry if there are any miss pronounce's

Right now you are at work,typing on the computer non stop because of your boss's command. Your back was aching and your butt was stuck to the black uncomfortable chair that you are sitting on. You blinked once in a second every time your eyes almost closed.

When you were finally done with the first paper work,now it was time for you to work on the rest of the paper works. There were only 5 more left- "here,do these papers too. You better get your job done or I'm not paying you!" Well..make that like 10 more. Your boss walked off to his office,everyone else in your office is having a hard time too just like you,so you decided to not complain about the amount of papers that your boss has given you.

Because if you did,others would say things to you like"it's not only YOU who is struggling,US too!" "Yeah stop complaining and just work you B***h!" "Just work!,no one is complaining except for you,your making a fool out of yourself" And other mean things that they would say to you. You actually don't give a frick about what they're saying to you,either insults or swearing words..you just don't give a frick.

And at home all you do is watch some Dorama's,Anime,and movies all day long,just relaxing on your couch dog ng nothing but stare at the TV screen all day long.

Most specifically,the Dorama's that you watch at home wasn't just any Dorama,it was Shuntaro Yanahi's Dorama's. You being the nerd you are, of course you're a BIG fan of him. Everytime he is on screen you would scream at the top of your lungs,which made the neighbors that were living next door of your apartment bang at your door,scolding you to keep quiet. But like I said,you didn't care,all that matters was the man that was on TV.

Not gonna lie,you find him really attractive. When you found out that he plays a villain in Alice In Borderland,your face frowned because you didn't expected for him to play the role of the character you most hate in the manga, Last boss..but still you didn't care,all you card about that it was him playing the one that you hated. You have a really big crush on him ever since you first saw him on screen, your heart was filled with butterflies back then when you first saw his soft long locks on screen,his flawless long hair and lazy attitude..you really don't find him as a celebrity anymore,but you found him as a normal guy that only you in Tokyo loved,and no one else.

Back to the present again, after finishing all the painful suffering of paper work, you stretched your arms up to the air..and you swore that some of the bones cracked. You got up and handed all the paper work to your boss's office,after that he let's you go home since you were the first one to finish. You went back to your table,cleaned all the mess that you made and grabbed your back and left the building. You sighed as you got out your white see through umbrella since it was raining,cars passing by each minute you walk on the sidewalk surrounded buy other people that were busy with their own lives. You made it to the bus stop as you took off your umbrella and held it beside you,as you waited you took out your phone and ear phone as you plugged it on your phone as you listened to music while scrolling through Instagram.

While you were scrolling,you stopped at one post which was Shuntaro's post. It was him in his last boss costume, in the break room with Dori sakurada sitting on one of the chairs with some delicious foods that were set on the table. He tagged Nijiro Murakami and Dori on the post,you guessing that Nijiro took the photo of the two villains. You smiled as you liked the post realizing that you were the first one to like,your stomach immediately filled with butterflies as your cheeks turned a bit red, you were scared that if you liked first..he would think that your a creep waiting for him to post something which you don't want to be one. You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the bus pulled up on the bus stop,you unplugged your earphones from your phone and putted your phone and earphones back inside you bag as you got in quickly before that bust door closes. You sighed again as you sat on one of the seats in relief,you took out your phone again and saw one notification on your Instagram. You got on Instagram and tapped on the notification...you almost dropped your phone as you saw what the notification was,your eyes wide as you scream to yourself being careful to not disturb everyone inside the bus.

The notification said that Shuntaroyanagi started following you. You almost fainted when you saw his username,maybe being the first one to like his post wasn't a regrets after all. It was more like a blessing that you liked it first,you smiled widely at yourself,staring at the screen of your phone like a mad gal,you snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of the bus stop. You put your phone back on your bag and got off the bus with the other people that were with you, you walked on the side walk clutching your bag in excitement as you bit your bottom lip trying not to smile to yourself,otherwise people will call you crazy.

You passed by the park of your neighborhood as you saw some kid playing on one of the swing sets and sand boxes,you smiled as you remember your young days. You really liked the sand boxes that day,sometime you would dig out the sand and just stuck your head inside the hole that you made with the sand,of course luckily you didn't suffocate while Burrying your head inside the sand hole that you made that day,you weren't a stupid kid after all. Your continued walking as you stopped in front of your favourite coffee shop,you opened the door of the shop hearing the bell of the door jingle in your ears. You went to the counter and ordered your coffee,the coffee shop and your house was the only escape that you had from your work,it gave you some time to relax and enjoy yourself.

When you were about to sit on your usual spot in the shop you froze,at the sight of a long haired man sitting there scrolling through his phone,lazy eyes staring at the screen of his phone. He was wearing a green jacket and a white shirt,his long locks looked soft and glossy knowing well that it was newly washed,your heart skipped a beat when you knew who the man was..it was non other then Shuntaro Yanagi..your celebrity crush who followed you on Instagram not that long ago,you tried to calm yourself down as to not scream inside the coffee shop as you went towards him. You wanted to sit right in front of him and just at least start talking to him,your legs moved on its own going towards where Shuntaro sat.

You tapped on his shoulder,you cursed yourself from doing that "um,excuse me?" You said nervously that he might get annoyed and will tell you to go away "yes?" He said as he looked up at you with his lazy eyes "can I sit here?" You said,pointing at the empty seat that was in front of him. He looked around,seeing that all the other seats were full of people "oh yes,you may" He said with a lazy soft smile. You felt your cheeks heating up as you sat down right in front of him seeing the black Coffee and a small plate of two croissants on it,they looked hot and freshed from the oven,meaning he just got here "so,do you come here everyday?" You asked him m with a quivering nervous smile "well sometimes,I come here usually at night..but since my director decided to end the day at this time,I decided to why not pass by my favourite Coffee shop" He said,settling his phone right next to bum as drink his black coffee "how about you?,you come here all day too?" He asked you with a quirked brow "Ah!,yes! Yes I do,after work I would always relax myself in here alone..sitting on this exact table here" You said while smiling widely.

"Ah,so the first time you tapped my shoulder was to tell me that u was taking your spot?" He said chuckling with a smirk on his face,looking at you with his beautiful dark black eyes"W-well um...actually,you followed me on Instagram recently" You muttered the last part so he wouldn't know,but you were wrong..he heard what you said"Ah!,so you're the one that liked my post first" He said,laughing a bit "I-i don't mean to be a freak you know!" You said,your name was called as your got up and grabbed your coffee and went back to sit right in front of him to be met with his wide smile"a creep?,why do I even consider you as a freak for liking my post first?" He said to you "well..maybe you would thought that I'm always stalking you or something like that!" You said with a pout,he looked up to see you pout, a tint of red on his cheek's.

He thought you looked really cute,then he realized that he wasn't staring at your face anymore..but his eyes darted on your body,checking you out. You noticed this and quickly covered you chest with your hands "pervert!" You said slapping him a bit "Hey!,I'm sorry..i just couldn't help myself from seeing such a cute girl" He said smiling softly at you,you blushed at his compliment and sipped your coffee while still covering your breast with your other hand "say,wanna exchange numbers?" He said occasionally like it always happens,exchanging numbers with a celebrity..is it even a good idea?,he literally checked you out without your permission and he barely knows you..and he already wants your number!? "Well I have to introduce myself first!,my name is L/n Y/n,but you could call me

Y/n if you like" You said,bowing your head a bit"no don't bow to me,it's okay I don't mind at all" He said as he pets your head with his big palm,you blushed as he chuckled.

The next day you woke up to be met with a notification from your chat messages,you looked at the phone of your screen,squinting your eyes at the brightness. It was a message from Shuntaro,he told you that you're invited by director Shinsuke sato to go to the celebration party of their successful series that ended yesterday he already told you that he told the director that he's inviting you over to the party. You didn't know what to reply and just started at your phone for at least 5 minutes until you got up and into the bathroom to take a hot shower,the water hit's your back and hair as you rinse your body.

After that you grabbed the white warm towel that you settle down on the bathroom counter and wrapped it around you,you got out if the bathroom to get ready for the arty that Shuntaro said that it's going to be in a green house. Shuntaro said that he will pick you up with his two other friends coming along,you swatched through your wardrobe as you look for the perfect outfit for the party,you knew that you have to face everyone there formally. Famous celebrities will be there and all of them were your favourites too,you found the only dress that seems formal which was a white dress that had short sleeves which was formal enough for you,you grabbed a pair of while heels to got with it. You got dressed in the white dress and did your make up, you grabbed your black purse and straighten your hair and put some earrings on,your outfit was inspired by your favourite female actress Tao Tsuchiya,and you also know that she will be in the party seeing you.

You got down stairs and heard a honk from a car outside. You opened your door and locked it as you saw a black car outside your house,you knew it was expensive by the looks of it and it was pretty obvious. You thought that this car belongs to Shuntaro until the window of the driver seat roll's down to be met by a man with thick black hair with his bangs styled neatly,it's Dori Sakurada..your second favourite actor besides Shuntaro "Hey there!,are you Shuntaro's,heheh...girlfriend~?" For said with a teasing voice "Dori!,s-stop it!,she's not my girlfriend" You heard Shuntaro's voice that was on the passenger seat right next to Dori "Oh hush Shuntaro!, Your Y/n right?" Dori asked with a soft smile,you nodded eagerly "good!,now hop on the back seat with Nijiro" He said,pulling his window back up and lowering down the back seat window to reveal a boy with short black hair that is playing games on his phone,looking up to see you "oh hey,get in" He said as he opened the door and moved away from his recent seat so that you get to sit there.

You got in the car and closed the door. The car started to drive away from your house to the party "so,when did the both of you met?"

Dori asked "Well long story short,we met yesterday at a Cafe" Shuntaro said,leaning against the window "I see,so what did you guy's do after that hm?" Dori asked you,looking at you from the car mirror as his amber brown eyes stare at you "Huh?,well we just talked and he, Shuntaro took me home to my apartment. He left after that,why?" You asked,tilting your head to the side a bit.

You could see the frown on Dori's face,signing that he was disappointed at something "What he meant was that,did you guys straight up do the do?" Nijiro said,still playing his game. You blushed a little at his words and same did Shuntaro as he smacked Dori's arm lightly causing a chuckle to form on Dori's lips. It was weird to see the one and only Niragi and Chishiya in a state like this,you shivered every time Dori smiled softly at you cause you were so used on seeing Niragi's devilish smirk. And to the point where Chishiya is addicted to games,it's actually pretty weird cause the Chishiya that you know is addicted to those deadly borderland games..and stealing the cards of the beach.

After how many minutes later,the four of you finally got to the green house. You were going to open the door of the car until someone opened it for you,you looked up to see Shuntaro already out of the car,holding the door out for you. You got out and thanked him as he just nodded,Dori smirking playfully at the both of you as Nijiro just ignored while shoving his phone in his pocket. The four of you got into the green house to be met with fancy ceiling light,some black tables and a stage at the front with a mic on it,you gulped as you were nervous the cold air of the air conditioner eased you a bit. There are delicious foods that were served at a long table along with some alcohol,whine and champagne. "Ah!,you guys finally made it!" A male voice said,you looked towards the male that was talking and saw non other then the director Shinsuke Sato "Director Shinsuke San,sorry if we're late for the party. Someone here was getting ready way too long.." Shuntaro said as he glared a at Dori "Hey!,I gotta style my damn bang's!. There were so many styles that i could do with it just with my hair gel!" Dori said a bit angry puffing his cheeks a bit "Okay now settle down you two old hags, at least I don't have bangs" Nijiro said with one of Chishiya's Cheshire smirk's "What the Frick did you sa-" "Calm down Dori kun,he's just a 24 year old anyway" Shuntaro said,holding Dori by his arms so that he wouldn't dare to smack Nijiro on the face.

"And you must be Y/n right?" Mr.Shinsuke asked "yes!,yes I am. It is a pleasure to meet you" You said bowing a bit "No need to bow!,do whatever you please. My speech is going to be in 15 minutes so I better be ready" He said,leaving the four of you behind. Shuntaro letting Dori go "Fricking finally" Dori said annoyed by Shuntaro's actions on him "It was for your own good Dori kun" He said,bowing a bit signalling he was sorry "Yeah you better calm down" Nijiro said,petting Dori's shoulder before taking a seat on one of the booths taking out his phone as he continues on playing his game "Well,do whatever you please to and have fun okay?" Dori said as he pat's your head with a smile on his face "I will thanks!" You said smiling back as Dori skipped away to go talk to Aoyagi, Aguni's actor "Aoyagi san~~" Dori said as he went towards the old man with a cheerful smile on his face ,the man just looking at him with a emotionless expression.

You laughed at the scene,Shuntaro smiling down at how cute you were. He thinks that you look cute no matter how you look or act,you're still his Y/n no matter what happens "Should we go talk to the others?" Shuntaro asked looking down at you "Sure!,i-i'm definitely ready!" You said stuttering a bit "hey there calm down,I'm sure the girls will love you" He said,reassuring you by patting your head. You nodded as the both of you separate from each other to got talk to the others,the first person you had in mind talking too was Kento Yamazaki the main actor of the event. You walled towards him,seeing him talking to the other cast which specifically were Tao Tsuchiya and Keita Machida "Um..excuse me?" You said nervously, they all turned their heads towards you "Yes-,oh I know you!" Kento said excitedly "Y-you do??" You said confused "Yes,I heard you from the director and Shuntaro kun" He said smiling at you "Oh yes!,i-i've heard!" You said as you laughed awkwardly.

The conversation between you and the other two went on about how many minutes until Shinsuke Sato finally began his speech "Thank you all for coming to our celebration for our success series" Everyone cheered as his hand go up to silent them "Let's thank our main cast for playing the roles of Arisu and Usagi" He said mentioning to Kento and Tao,everyone lift up their glass and cheered to the both of them "Of course let's not forget the villains,who have captured the spotlight from our main cast. One of them seem to be really popular with the ladies some how" He said smiling mentioning to Dori and the others,Dori chuckling and smiling happily in embarrassment. After all of that everyone went back to their own things.

Laughing,talking and drinking non stop. Nijiro was still on the one of the booth's sitting on the couch this time his phone got taken away by Dori since Dori said he will get too addicted to the game he was playing resulting a now stubborn Nijiro crossing his arms while pouting like a kid. You and Shuntaro Chuckled at the sight as you both got out of the main area to the garden. You examine the area that you are in,there were vines and different other types of plants there,there was also a glass ceiling that reflected the light of the moon shining through it. The stars shining right above the both of you as you stare at the ceiling for awhile "I want to show you something" Shuntaro said as he grabbed your hand and guides you somewhere in the gardens.

The both of you went through some vines and bushes as the both of you stopped at a grassy field "I didn't know that green House's grass fields" You said,Shuntaro chuckles "Well...this one does" He said as he grabbed your hand again "I thought this is where our destination is?" You said smirking while quirking a brow,tilting your head a bit as he guided you through the grassy field "You'll see" He said as he continues to guide you. Both of you stopped again but this time on the grassy field,there was a picnic blanket and a basket that is sat right on the ground right on top of the blanket "A picnic? Really?" You said laughing a bit as the both you sat down "Come on,I want this to be special and I want it to be our first date" He said smiling softly.

You froze"D-date?" You asked him,he smiled and nodded,taking out a bottle of grape juice from the basket and some cupcakes too "Yes,a date" He said. There was silence in the air as you both enjoyed your pink frosted cupcakes,both of you glancing at each other from time to time. Making eye contact for at least a second and just continue on eating and drinking,you decided to break the silence "So...what your saying is that you want me to be your-" "Girlfriend?,yes yes I am. If you don't want to it's oka-" He was cut of by you kissing him on the cheek,his ears turned red when you did that,you giggled at the sight.

"I would love to be yours...Shuntaro Yanagi"

And after that date,both of you started to hang out more often and even spread your love through social media to let Shuntaro's fans know that your his,and his only.

#shuntaro yanagi #yanagi shuntaro #alice in borderland #aib #last boss #takatora samura #Alice in borderland cast stories #shuntaro yanagi x reader

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littlebabyboybarzal · 3 years ago

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Howdy, OG Sugar Daddy Sid instigator here, so lets imagine this:

So Sid gets passed your number/public social and sits on them for three whole months. His excuse is the team needs his attention, but they get knocked out the cup in a shoot out against the Bruins of all teams, and he literally wants to set himself on fire. Normally he makes his rounds sending texts or trying to through a group get together before all the boys run off, and wait until camp in the coming months, but he decides maybe for once he should put himself first.

So he re-downloads Instagram, spends a hour trying to figure out his password and looks up the girl that was mentioned to him and fuck she was pretty. He scrolls through her page at least seven times, and because he is Sidney he makes sure to analyze every frame. Zooms in on books and movies, discarded in the background of what he assumes is her office/library. Zooms to see what her coffee order is on her cup, and the music playlist shown in the selfie of her finishing her Peloton session. He does this, cause he needs some type of ice breaker, especially since it seems the girl doesn't watch any sports.

All in all he's terrible at conversation and its amplified if he has to talk to pretty woman. And he's sure he can't just be like, 'he i'm the guy who's teammate said for a nominal fee you'll...spend time with me? make me feel good?' He doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. He's never know what he's doing, but at least the woman who crowd around him and try to get seen know who he is.

Or at least he knows what they want from him. They know everything about him and projected want they want or assumed him to be on him already so all he really had to do was show up. If they've convinced themselves he was charming, then he was just charming. He could just stand there awkwardly, and they'd take the lead. And he never minded because again, he had know idea how to be himself around people. Hell if he's being honest he doesn't know how to be himself, when he's by himself.

Every waking moment is hockey and trying to get the cup again so people will shut up about him old. And he knows he's older. Knows that Nate and McDavid are the next ones up, but fuck he still has some fight in him. Everything has been hockey his entire life, and the fact that he knows he only has a few more years left he feels like he's wasted his damn life and it scares him. Yeah the team took the cup home more than once, and his stats and performance shows why he'll go down as one of the great ones, but when its all said and done what will he have to show? At least most of his teammates and peers can show outside of hockey, some amazing accomplishments to be proud. They have wives or girlfriends, and children. He doesn't has shit except self pity, and wallowing fear once his jersey is retired he'll disappear back to NS and live in his house be his lonesome.

And while he's not crazy enough to think this call girl or aspiring 'sugar baby' will be the answer to his problems, he's certain she can at least be a distraction. And he needs one desperately. So he goes to his note app and types up a professional paragraph, pastes and send it to her DM and waits.

SD! SID ANON LIVES!!! HELLO BELOVED AND THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DAY!!

Okay that’s absolutely perfect! So this girl gets a dm from Sid and she’s like “this is a fake account stop bothering me.” And Sid is like no it’s real! Please don’t share it and I’m totally bad at this but I just think you’re kinda gorgeous and maybe we could go get coffee or something sometime? And she’s like mhm…okay sure why tf not.

So day of the date Sid is scared shitless. He cannot believe what he’s about to do but she’s so nice and pretty and he has this desire to pamper her even though she doesn’t seem like that kind of girl. He finally says fuck it and goes to meet her, even though he wanted to pick her up she insisted they meet at the shop so he agrees. When he gets there, he’s early cuz he’s annoying. He’s not much of a coffee guy but he gets something simple and grabs a booth. When she walks in, he’s shook ™ and he kinda stumbles around to her and she thinks it’s adorable and she’s happy he’s not a catfish.

They hit it off and decide to keep hanging out. I’m thinking she’s a grad student or working an entry job that isn’t paying well as she’s like so she’s constantly strapped for cash but she manages. Sid doesn’t mind picking up the tab, he has more money than he knows what to do with it. She always says no but he drives a hard bargain (and who can resist that face). He starts getting more extravagant—that fancy bag she’s been coveting, paying her rent, getting her a car and she’s like umm??? What’s going on? You’re acting like you’re my sugar daddy and Sid just gives a lazy grin and shrugs.

So they work out an agreement and they’re not dating but Sid definitely want her to be his girlfriend. Did I mention she knows little to nothing about hockey and Sid loves this because he can ramble on about it and she’s sort of interested but he’s so cute when he babbles so she just lets him go off. Sometimes she goes to his games and sits with the wags and they’re like “oooh!! Sid has a new gf?!” And she’s like oh no we’re just friends. But are they??

This is what I do in my budgeting class instead of paying attention 😌

#my crops have been watered #anyone else with thoughts?! dirty and or fluffy are welcome #SD!Sid anon #sugar daddy!sid #sidney crosby #asks #I’m running under the assumption he doesn’t bring up the sugaring thing because he’s an idiot lol

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crownquill · 3 years ago

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Chapter 16

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Kalmi sighed as he walked down the hallway with Yorbon. He missed having friends. Yorbon was a good person to talk to no doubt, but they had a more professional bond. Just then he saw a poster for a ball at the end of the week. "Hey, look at this!," he smiled as he read over the details. It was like an end of the year party for last years.

"Hm, that's nice! You should go, Kalmi." The mage stopped in his tracks.

"You aren't?"

"Probably not, I have to focus on studying, sorry. Well, I have to get to math, so, see you later!"

Kalmi paused, as little as he knew him, he was hoping Yorbon would be there. He stored away the poster and hurried off to the library. It was nice to have free periods all to himself, it made the constant social interaction and strain of doing magic day in day out more bearable.

The brunette practically had a corner all to himself since he visited so often. He warmed himself in the familiar sunbeam on his favorite chair and cracked open a new book on lightning/smoke magic, it was beginning to fascinate him more and more after meeting Yorbon. Kalmi had the deeply uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched. After a while he finally turned around to see Fern trying to beacon him over quietly.

Kalmi blinked in surprise, had they really forgiven him for the nurse office incident that quickly? He approached cautiously, surveying the scene before him. There were multiple scrolls and papers scattered around the worn automan Fern was sitting on. They had dark circles under their eyes and their normally neat cornrolls were frayed and in disarray.

He tried to take a seat next to Fern but the other automan was sticky and gross. Letting out a small disgusted noise he opened the book he had been reading before. A gush of the old book smell he loved so much came rushing towards him, reassuring. "Kalmi! I trust you with this information. I tried to find Timber but I'm sure she was off with Stream somewhere.," Fern snapped.

"What information?"

"Ah well, you know the special weapons people? I saw one of them last night."

"Really!? I was starting to think they were a myth, I've never even met one past graduation day."

"Yeah, ah, well. They gave me some secrets since I had found them. Almost like a Chirai!" (Chirai are messengers and servants of Sharo that like to hide in ordinary places, they are said to be mischievous but just as knowledgeable as the god itself.) Kalmi settled himself on the floor.

"And? What were they?"

"Most were unimportant rubbish about who likes who but there was one that was really important. You might want to brace yourself. But they basically said that this school has an issue with paranormal activity. The principal has done many spells to combat this presence and keep any angry spirits at bay. But catching a cold, he's left a few spots open. One of them being the exact hallway Melanu died in!"

Kalmi was star struck, his special interest in the magic of the dead was finally coming to good use. "That makes so much sense!" Fern was pleasantly shocked at how accepting he was of the rumor. Pulling a book out of his satchel and flipping to a bookmarked page, Kalmi continued, "This school has had multiple deaths happen in the early days from violence between Knights and Mages. Right after the Civil War when tensions were high. Some of those deaths came in the form of particularly cruel pranks, others in fights. It was also built on the remnants of an old graveyard from some of the native Ahiki practicers that used to live here. This place should be bustling with activity and demons!"

It looked like he had gotten to talk to a friend again, after all.

Iongr chapter muahahaha @certified-liumang-classic @kryptic-krab @rainbowsnowflake @reblogging-corner @insolent-mushroom@a-happy-dragon @lesserbeans

#fangs writs

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angelsswirl · 4 years ago

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Petrichor

Six

"Thought I saw your shadow under the door. Just a trick of the light I've seen before. I can never tell what's real anymore. Anymore. Anymore."

Irene broke into the apartment with a huff. She scowled at her drenched umbrella. She placed the offending accessory into Jisoo's shoe. That's what she gets for not opening the door.

She intended on telling her just that, as she trudged further into the living room.

"Do you know what the word 'petrichor' means?"

Irene yelped.

She turned to Jisoo. The alpha was dramatically staring out the window. Watching New Yorkers scramble to get away from the torrential downpour.

"...What in the late 90s, early 2000s music video is going on here?"

"It's the smell that comes after it rains." Jisoo is still staring out the window.

Irene has never tried harder not to laugh at something in her entire life.

"What's wrong, Jisoo? How long have you been standing there?" Irene looked around the room for a camera. She was surely being punk'd right now.

"I feel like petrichor." Jisoo said as she continued to stare out the window.

"What does that even mean!?"

"She called me. I tripped over myself trying to get to my phone. She asked if I wanted to have sex with her like she didn't know that I have never wanted to do anything more in my entire life. And then she hung up."

Irene sighed as she took a seat on the couch. She crossed her arms, mentally preparing herself for Jisoo's definitely impending meltdown.

"A little odd, but not seeing a problem yet."

"She asked if I wanted to have sex, and then we didn't."

"That was the most assholish thing you have ever said to me. And that's saying something because you talk a lot. So, I'm going to let you rephrase that before I punch you in the face."

"No. You don't get it. She didn't have sex with me because she was doing it with someone else. And then she came over here like she didn't." Jisoo finally turned to look at Irene. Irene is sure Jisoo would have a 5 o'clock shadow if she possessed the ability to grow one.

"Well, did she come over to rub it in your face?"

Jisoo's eyebrows furrowed, "...No, she came because I asked her to, Lia wasn't feeling well and I needed her help...but it felt like she was rubbing it in." Jisoo pouted.

Irene chuckled softly, "You're so oblivious. Anyhow, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, she can fuck who ever she wants."

Jisoo stomped her foot petulantly, "But why couldn't she want to fuck me?! Why am I always second place?"

Irene sighed, her lips forming a deep, concerned frown, "Where is this coming from, Chu?"

"Jihyo's getting married."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And it shouldn't be that big of a deal, but she's the mother of my child, we coul-could've worked it out. Been a family, but no. I'm never anyone's first choice." Jisoo sat down on the couch next to Irene, her face cradled in her hands.

"Are you sure you would've wanted that. To be mated and married to Jihyo? You said the next morning you barely remembered her name, and she had told you it twice like a minute before."

Jisoo uncovered her face and thought about it for a few moments, "No. We'd probably kill each."

"Exactly, so how could you be first place if you never even put yourself into the race?"

"I think I liked you better when you were mean to me."

"You like me anyway you can get me."

They both laughed softly.

"I'm still mad. She could have told me she couldn't come over."

"She's an omega and you told her a child was sick. What was she supposed to do? Five bucks says she completely forgot where she had been ten minutes earlier as soon as she got here."

"Could you just let me hold my grudge that is heavily justified in my head?"

"If you want to be single for the rest of your life, by all means, hold that dumbass grudge, but don't come crying to me when she kicks you in the crotch."

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Oh yeah! I wanted to kick your ass in PUBG. Seulgi's pregnant and she's mad at me, so I ran away. " Irene jumped up to find Jisoo's laptop casually.

"Seulgi's pregnant!?"

"Yeah. Must be in the air or something." Irene shrugged nonchalantly.

"...Something's wrong with you."

"Pot. Kettle. Black."

~•~

"How do you keep getting in here? Don't I have security?" Rosé made a mental note to fire someone later.

"Have you made up your mind?" Joy asked, completely ignoring the previous questions hurtled her way.

"Hello to you, too." Rosé rolled her eyes. She came around her desk to sit on top of it, her arms crossed at her chest.

"Answer the question, Chae."

"You walked into my job and demanded that I mate you. And then when I said 'Hell no' you told me to think about it. Now you're back, asking if I made up my mind. Did you think you were going to get a different answer?" Rosé had to hold back a laugh at that. Surely, Joy didn't think she could be manhandled into mating her.

They had broken up months ago. It was mutual, or so Rosé had thought. They were headed in two different directions in life and would probably never end back up on the same path. But all of a sudden, Joy was pushing it.

"So, what are you trying to say?" Joy huffed. Her giant loop earrings swinging as she did so.

"I don't want to mate you. I don't want to court you. I want you-"

Joybgasped, "I want you too, Rosé!"

"-OUT OF MY GODDAMN OFFICE!" Rosé seldom raised her voice, it mainly happened during a meeting with the CEO of Spectrum. He was an asshole, and very talkative.

Outside of that, Rosé could count on one hand how many times she had yelled at someone, including this one.

Normally, she felt bad afterwards. She was an alpha and most of the time when she yelled, people noticed, people felt it, especially omegas. But even as Joy whimpered and crocodile tears formed in the corner of her eyes, Rosé couldn't bring herself to care.

"But why not?!" Her bottom lip jutted out and her arms crossed over herself.

"Because I love someone else!" Rosé actually surprised herself there a bit. She didn't mean for that to explode from her mouth and into the expanse of her office. But that didn't take away from the fact that it was true. She just hadn't planned on admitting that yet.

"You do?" Joy asked with a slump of her shoulders.

"You do?"

Both Rosé and Joy startled. Rosé glanced at the space that was between her and Joy before pulling away.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"Yeri...she let me up. I came-I came to bring you lun-you love me?" Your thoughts are running a mile a minute. You can't keep your sentences in order. And your hands are sweaty. It's taking every ounce of dexterity you have not to drop Rosé's lunch on the ground.

Rosé glanced at Joy before walking around her and towards you slowly, "I-you don't have to say it back, but yeah. I love you. And you probably think it's too soon, but I do. A lot."

There were about ten different emotions playing across your face. The most prominent being surprise, maybe? You're a bit difficult for Rosé to read.

"I-I-you love me?" It's just a whisper this time. The suprise morphing into disbelief and confusion more than anything else.

Rosé nodded and Joy huffed.

"Oh." You mumbled softly. Rosé pressed a gentle hand to your cheek, and you let her, "Oh." You mumbled again, this time with a slightly different inflection in your voice.

~•~

You didn't know what you were feeling. You were happy and sad and excited and mad and confused and terrified and glad and guilt-ridden all at the same time.

It made you sick to your stomach.

You're sitting alone in your apartment. It's been three days since Rosé. Your phone sat idly in your hand. Waiting patiently to be used.

You needed to call someone. To talk to someone. But you're not sure who would understand any of this.

You eventually decided on Jisoo. Because why not make this even more hard on yourself?

After several rings it went to voicemail. Which, hurts to say the least. You can't help but think Jisoo is screening your calls.

But, you're nothing if not a masochist.

You called again. It goes to voicemail again.

After the first call, it hurt. After the second call, it hurt even more. After the third call, it pissed you off.

You're mad now.

You: At least let me know you're alive, you giant gaping asshole.

Jisoo turned her read receipts off to spite Irene, so unfortunately, you will never know if she sees it or not that way.

About three minutes later your phone lit up with a notification.

It's an Instagram notification. It's Jisoo's Instagram notification.

You rolled your eyes, but opened it anyway.

It's a picture of Lia with Jisoo's friend, Kai. Lia does not seem to be enjoying herself.

The caption is only one singular emoji:👶🏻

You blew out a puff of air, at least you knew they were alive.

You scrolled a bit into the comment section. It's mainly just viewers saying how cute Lia is. But there's a couple that caught your eye.

You should do another video with Y/N!

Yeah, but where's Y/N?

You might accidentally on purpose like that second one. It's a question you needed the answer to too. And maybe once they found out, they could tell you.

#blackpink fanfic #jesssica's fanfic #blackpink #petrichor #rose fanfic #rose x reader #jisoo fanfic #jisoo x reader

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starry-eyed-skz · 5 years ago

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Jisung and Jiwoo Han ~ The Twins Epilogue : Pride and Joy

Haha wow, we've reached the very final of The Twins! Thank you to those of you who have read this story, and I hope you enjoyed the chapters. I would also like to say happy birthday to our one and only Jisungie, I can't believe he's 19 now 😫 Anyways, enough talking. Let's get into this epilogue!

Bold = memories, beginning & ending of chapter | Italics = thoughts

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~~~Jiwoo’s POV~~~

“Jisung!” A loud squeal leaves my mouth as my twin brother picks me up bridal style out of my bed. "Put me down you jackass!" I smack my hand against his chest, him just rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. "Stop flailing or I'll fucking drop you." Jisung's laugh is still so relieving to hear, keeping my heart at ease. I pout and just lean my head on Jisung's chest. My body instinctively leans in closer to him as he starts walking down the stairs, not wanting to fall.

"You're fine JiJi, I'm not gonna drop you." His tone is teasing, making me send a slight glare up at him. I don't know why I'm even surprised, he does this every damn morning. I'm ripped out of my thoughts when I'm thrown on the couch, whines of annoyance coming from me and two others. Jeongin and Minho. "Jisung how dare you make me hurt my son?" I sit up hastily and wrap my arms around Jeongin, pulling his head towards me. "Excuse me," Minho's face is that of faux annoyance as the words leave his mouth, "I got hurt too!"

"Yeah but you aren't my son." I reply sassily as I play with Jeongin's hair, seeing him send a smirk Minho's way. My eyes drift to the floor where Hyunjin, Seungmin and Felix are sat playing Mario Kart on the big tv, their playful competitiveness making me smile fondly. Changbin is curled up on the chair next to the couch, just barely staying awake as he scrolls through his phone. Cute. Chan and Woojin aren't in the room, but judging from the aroma coming from the kitchen, they're making breakfast. In my half-asleep state, I had forgotten what today was, suddenly standing up and tackling Jisung in tight hug.

"Woah!" We almost tumble to the floor before Jisung catches himself against the wall. "Happy birthday doofus!" I yell in his ear and give him a cheeky grin. "If I could have one birthday without you making me temporarily deaf, that'd be fantastic." He says sarcastically but his smile gives him away. "Happy birthday to you too loser." His arms lazily wrap around me and he rests his chin on my shoulder, laughing as Felix loses the current round of Mario Kart. A sudden knock on the front door makes me peel myself away from Jisung and walk over to open it, a smile instantly taking over my face.

"Shua!" I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my face into his chest. "Hi baby.." Joshua's voice is so quiet and sweet, making my heart calm down from what happened earlier. "Close the door please, it's raining!" Woojin calls from the kitchen, a small giggle leaving me as I pull Joshua inside to close the door. Chan peeks his head out of the kitchen, smiling gently when he sees Joshua. "Sup, Hong." Josh gives a polite nod as I drag him to the living room where he greets everyone else that's out there, Woojin yelling a greeting from the kitchen.

"Happy birthday Jisung, you too baby." Joshua kisses my forehead and goes over to give my twin a hug, giving him one of his birthday punches in the process. Well that makes ten. A laugh leaves my mouth before I get one too, having both of us Han twins whining and rubbing our arms. "Sorry, you guys know the normal birthday traditions." Everyone laughs with Joshua while me and Jisung pout at each other. "Speaking of which, which member of your group is sitting out of their birthday punches this year?" Minho asks as he runs his hand through his silver hair. "Probably Jeonghan, I don't know. They were discussing it when I left."

"Wow, great to hear that the boys are fighting over who's gonna drive their fist into mine and Jisung's arms today." I roll my eyes but laugh a little, not surprised about it at all. "I swear Jihoon is going to break my arm one of these years.." I mumble and slump my shoulders, shuddering while remembering how much his birthday punches hurt. He really doesn't know when to go easy.

Later that night all 23 of us are at a reservation that was planned by Jeonghan and Woojin, so many stupid but memorable conversations taking place over dinner. The past two years have been part of a long healing process, which has been very successful. After the universe had turned on me and ripped away three years with the people I call my home, I had finally successfully got back to them. The first best moment since being home was sudden, but not unexpected..

Hyungwon's arrest:

~~September 20, 2019; Jiwoo's POV~~

"JiJi, come here now!" Jisung's yell reverberates off the walls, making me jump in my skin. I instantly spring up from my desk chair and run down the stairs into the living room. "What?! Who got hurt?!" I frantically yell, my eyes scanning the room. "No, no! Your dickbag kidnapper is on the news!" My heart stops in my chest, my feet moving quickly to sit down next to Jisung on the floor. The other eight boys run into the living room as soon as they heard Jisung's words.

We all watched in silence as the news reporter was explaining why Chae Hyungwon is being arrested. I become uneasy in my spot when I'm mentioned, twiddling with my fingers in my lap. "He is the confirmed kidnapper of Han Jiwoo, twin sister of Han Jisung of Stray Kids. The words from the man himself has lead to one of his many charges." The reporter on the screen is gone as the footage from the scene of his arrest is played full screen with audio.

"I will find her! None of you can fucking stop me! I'll have all of you pathetic wastes of space slaughtered before you even get the chance to put me away!!" He continues struggling against the officers, eventually ending up handcuffed and in the back of the police car. I can't help the dry laugh that passes between my lips as the policemen continue to restrain him to stop him moving or trying to escape.

That day had made me beyond relieved, knowing I'm completely safe from him now. I still have all my scars from the times Hyungwon had hurt me, but I just try not to pay attention to them. Jisung and I have been going to therapy together, working through our trauma and problems side by side. My train of thought is suddenly derailed as someone taps my shoulder, making me look at Vernon to my left who's looking at me in concern. "Hey, you okay?" I just nod at him with a genuine smile, my eyes turning into crescent shapes. "Perfectly fine Hansol, just thinking back on stuff."

He nods his head and once again everyone is engaged in conversation. All of us are extremely happy and comfortable in this very moment, it seems so serene and unreal. The night slowly comes to an end after Chan and Woojin's "happy 21st birthday" speech. Seungcheol pays for the meal and we part our respective ways.

Almost instantaneously when I'm in mine and Jisung's room, I'm peeling off my dress and replacing it with my much comfier pajamas. Jisung is near his bed doing the same with his dress pants and shirt, opting for sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. I turn around and give him a certain look before grabbing my phone, him knowing exactly what I'm doing. As if on instinct my finger taps on the Instagram icon and I look for a picture of Jisung to post, writing a quick but sweet caption. The only noise that fills the room is the sound of our fingers dancing across our screens.

Jisung finally looks up to meet my gaze after having stared at the side of his face for a little bit, ready to post them. We count down from three together, pressing 'post' at the exact same time as our posts now enter the ether.

I smile at Jisung as I finish reading his caption, no words being able to do any justice for how much I love and cherish my twin. He gets up and walks over to my bed, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms securely around me. "I'm so happy you're here JiJi.." His voice is slightly muffled into my hair, but I still hear it nonetheless. "Me too Sungie, me too.." I wrap my arms around his, leaning into Jisung's warmth. "Hey Jisung?" My voice breaks our comfortable silence, making his eyes drift to me. "Yeah Jiwoo?"

"I'm proud to call you my twin brother."

~~~~THE END~~~~

I hope you all enjoyed this series! I had so much fun writing it and receiving everyone's feedback :) This is also my first completed book, so I'm proud I stuck with it! Thank you so much to those of you who truly loved my series as well as being patient in between chapters, it means sososo much to me!

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you all next post for another series or stand alone 😄😙

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haddonfieldproject · 6 years ago

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<<PREVIOUS⏺<<CONTENTS>>

1.1.11 HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Haddonfield, Illinois

Cammie's eyelids were just beginning to fall when she heard the sound of a car door outside. She looked to the television, there was a commercial on the screen, a trailer for a new show that was supposed to be debuting tonight.

“Due to the delays in this World Series Game Seven, the premier of Season of the Witch will debut next Friday night at 8/7 Central!” The announcer's deep voice boomed.

Cammie slid out of her seat, causing the office chair upon which she sat to give a rusty squeak upon being delivered from her tiny albeit husky frame. Cammie threw a fearful glance to the old man in the room beside her. He stared blankly at the screen with his piercing blue eyes, mouth ajar, the little oxygen tank behind his chair making puff puff sounds. Cammie heard approaching the approaching steps of what sounded like boots on the driveway pavers. She sidled on over to the window across the room and pulled back a white sheer curtain. She spread two thick slats of blinds and peered out.

The window faced out unto Matthew Street and she had a decent view of the driveway and the church across the street. A black police cruiser sat parked at the end of the driveway, headlights on, engine purring. Two officers were approaching. One of them was a short and chunky Caucasian woman. Curly black hair stuck out from her tan shiny billed hat. The other was a fat man with the complexion of cream cheese. He wore a hideous fumanchu on his face, his bulbous midsection looking ready to pop a few buttons on his khaki uniform. The man cop whistled as he got a look at the house and opened his mouth to say something but just then the female cop's radio crackled.

“One-Nine-Seven-Four seeking One-Nine-Two-Five do you copy?”

The woman cop pushed a button on the receiver mounted to her shoulder and said, “I hear you One-Nine-Seven-Four, go ahead Andy. Over.”

The two officers locked eyes, only for a moment before the radio crackled again.

“Yeah, uh, I was just wondering if you guys were seeing anything over there? Over.”

The two cops both sighed, as if in relief.

“Negative.” The woman replied, “Quiet as a mouse over here. We're still going door to door. Over.”

The male cop pulled a stick of gum out of his pocket, offered a piece to the woman, who refused, and then put a piece into his mouth.

“Yeah, we're en route to a 911 call over here off Orange and 9th, checking out a possible B&E, 66 says caller sounded young and was frantic. Over.”

“At least somebody's getting some action.” The male cop grumbled.

“Well you guys be careful and keep us posted. Over.”

“Will do. Over and out.”

Cammie watched as they approached the front door. She had to crane her neck to see, but she had a pretty good unobstructed view of the front stoop.

Chelsea Keane poured over her social media feed, which was dominated mostly by pictures of her friend's endeavors Trick-Or-Treating with their children. She scrolled past a nice parade of Disney Princesses, comic book super heroes, and the occasional vampire and Frankenstein. The movie had ended around twenty minutes or so ago and they had moved downstairs from the home theater to the living room. A fire burned cozily in the gas fireplace, warming Chelsea's feet as she propped them up on the edge of the loveseat, her head propped with a pillow on the opposite side, her body sprawled across the whole piece of furniture.

Josh sat on the edge of the larger couch watching the baseball game on the big screen TV as Penny dozed against the side of the sofa, her feet propped up in his lap which he rubbed half-hazardously, most of his focus on the game, which was just now returning from a commercial break. He was leaning forward to the glass coffee table in front of him, reaching for an aluminum can of Coke when the doorbell rang.

Chelsea let her phone fall face down on her chest. “What the hell?” She breathed.

Josh put the can to his lips, “Probably more Trick-Or-Treaters.”

Chelsea gripped her phone and swung her legs out to stand up. The bones in her back popped like a geriatric as she gained her feet. “It's too late for anymore Trick-Or-Treating.” She groaned as she walked toward the door.

🎃

Dylan's waterbed was a queen sized plastic bladder which set inside a mahogany frame atop a large plywood base. The plywood base was essentially a hollow rectangle, the corners of which were held together by simple bronze brackets and screws. A few summers ago however, Dylan had taken to rearranging his room, to accommodate more bird cages, and had basically drug his bed from one side of the room to the other.

Aside from begin extremely fortunate the whole thing hadn't collapsed on top of him, he had managed to bust the brackets off of one of the corners at the foot of the bed. The whole plywood base now leaned precariously to one side toward the far wall. In fact, if not for the weight of the mahogany frame pressing against the wall, holding itself up, the base itself would undoubtedly collapse. Dylan didn't know this, and neither did his mother, who, even when she did have time for him, was not someone you would consider, handy around the house, or even, noticeable about such things.

Dylan could, and did often, easily pull back the piece of plywood at the foot of the bed, revealing an opening about four feet wide. Most of the time he stashed candy in there, a few times he had even crawled in there himself and pretended he was in a secret cave or a submarine or even an underground base. One time he had even stashed one of the dirty magazines his mother kept in the room upstairs, so he could get a look at some of the pictures of the men and women inside with no clothes on, but he was horrified to find that pictures of his own mother occupied most of the space inside of the magazine. That moment had pretty much turned Dylan Rawls off of pornography forever.

This time, he had something much bigger to stash under his waterbed.

In the first few seconds after stabbing the little girl, he had done nothing but stare at her. His eyes narrow like slits, his tongue out in a gesture of complete focus and concentration. He towered over the little girl and watched her tiny body, waiting for any sign of movement, at which he would bring the knife down again. But then, a very strange thing happened—at least strange for him. He fancied later that all the great killers on TV and in the movies probably wouldn't think it was strange. They were so used to killing all the time, they were probably used to all the ins and outs of it.

The girl made a noise.

It was kind of a cross between a sigh and a snore. A strange guttural exhale that passed out of her tiny frame and into the quiet stillness of the bedroom.

Dylan's eyes widened, not excessively for he had been squinting, they just sort of..evened out to their normal shape. His face took on the very definition of a cold, blank, stare and he cocked his head to one side, relaxing his arm, and letting the knife fall toward his hip. He stood looking like that for a moment, mesmerized. It was if the very life of the little girl had passed out of her and into..

Into what?

The room?

Space?

Heaven?

As he pondered this, he was jarred back to reality by a strange muffled..

WAP...WAP...WAP

He looked down and noticed that the little pocket knife he was holding was dripping blood unto the area rug.

He was horrified.

He wasn't horrified at the fact that he had murdered a beautiful little creature that now lay broken and bleeding on the floor before him. That had of course been a necessary thing, after all, the damned thing just wouldn't stop that crazy twitching, knowing full well how much it was freaking Dylan out.

No.

He was horrified that there was BLOOD on his carpet.

He looked it over.

There was in fact a lot of blood. He didn't know how much blood exactly he should have expected, again, he was new to this whole stabbing people with knives business, but there was definitely a lot of blood, everywhere.

Dylan's horror morphed into terror.

Again, not at the deed. The deed was done and what was done was done after all. You couldn't take it back, you just move on and learn from it, anyway, that's what his mother would say.

Terror in knowing that the blood would give away what had transpired here.

The blood would get him caught.

As long as no one found Maddie Keane, no one really had to know what Dylan Rawls had done now did they? It was nobody's business. Dylan didn't have to spend the rest of his days locked up in Juvie or wherever they put child killers, as interesting as a place like that sounded to him. No. Nobody had to find Maddie Keane. She could just go missing.

That would be even better, he smiled to himself. If she just went missing, her mommy wouldn't have to know that she was even dead. She would just think she ran away and not knowing what ever happened to her would be better than knowing what did happen to her, wouldn't it?

Dylan was proud of the conclusions he had drawn.

And, he thought, I have just the best hiding place in the world. No one would ever look under that bed, and I still have the bracket and screws for it in a drawer somewhere. I could fix it and seal it up like it's supposed to be and no one would ever know. It should be fixed anyway, it shouldn't be leaning like that anyway. It's probably dangerous.

He nodded to himself and looked over the scene. Most of the blood was on the rug, pooling underneath the girl, spreading out in a fan from under her little body.

All I have to do is wrap her up in the rug, he figured. Wrap her up and slide her underneath. The rest I can clean up off the tile with a few paper towels.

Dylan walked around the body of Maddie Keane, gripped the side of the rug upon which she lay, and lifted. It was just then that he heard the doorbell downstairs.

“Hello ma'am, I'm Officer Danielle Rattner and this is Officer Joe Wallace of the Warren County Police Department and we just want to ask you a few questions, it will just take a second of your time.”

Chelsea frowned and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand nervously. “Um..I'm sorry, what's this about?”

The female cop in front of her smiled. “It's nothing big really ma'am, we just want you to be aware that we have reason to believe a few dangerous individuals may be in the area and we just want you to be on the safe side.”

“What? Who?” Chelsea shook her head. She was pretty sure he buzz from the joint she had smoked earlier was long gone but seeing two uniformed officers on the front step sure ratcheted up the paranoia a notch.

The male cop passed her a piece of paper. There were two men, both very similar looking, one was older than the other and the younger of the two had a gap in his front teeth. “Have you seen these men?”

Chelsea took the picture, looked at it, and then smiled. “Oh shit, is this a prank?” She asked. “I saw these guys on the news this morning.”

The female cop, Officer Rattner shook her head. “'Fraid not ma'am. We have reason to believe that the Chumway Brothers are in the vicinity of Warren County as we speak and we are asking everyone to be vigilant and just be on their lookout for these two very dangerous individuals.”

“Oh shit,” Chelsea breathed, trying to remember what she had heard about them on the news that morning but remembering nothing. But if it made the news it must have been bad, she thought.

“Okay,” she replied, gripping the door to close it, “I'll keep an eye out.”

“One more thing ma'am.” Officer Rattner held out her hand to stop her. “We have one more dangerous person on the loose, an escaped patient from a psychiatric facility nearby.”

Now this Chelsea did remember in detail, but only because the story was so improbable that she couldn't believe it. “Are you talking about Michael Myers?” She asked, “That guy who killed everybody when he was a kid?”

The male officer nodded. “Yes ma'am.”

“You guys haven't caught him yet?” Chelsea asked.

The woman's radio crackled. The voice that came through sounded an octave too high. Tense and earnest.

“One-Nine-Seven-Four seeking One-Nine-Two-Five do you copy?!”

Officer Rattner smiled. “Excuse me.” She said and turned, walking back down the driveway toward Matthew Street.

Officer Wallace continued, “We have not apprehended the suspect yet, no. We have reason to believe he may be wearing a blue jumpsuit. He's very tall, large build.”

“I'm here Andy, what's up?” Officer Rattner could be heard from the end of the driveway.

“So he's not a kid anymore?” Chelsea laughed.

“We need assistance at the corner of Orange and 9th! We have a stabbing victim and attempted home invasion. Sheriff Brackett is also en-route, he wants all available units to meet him there! Over!” Squawked Officer Rattner's radio.

“No I'm afraid he's not.” Officer Wallace chuckled.

“Ok, we'll be right there. Over and Out. Hey Joe!” Officer Rattner called from the end of the driveway.

Joe turned. “Yeah?”

“We gotta go, something going down in Orange Grove.” she replied.

Joe sighed, “Goodnight miss.”

Chelsea smiled and shut the door.

She walked back into the living room and stood in the doorway, temporarily lost in thought.

Her son Josh didn't look up from the television when he asked, “Who was that at the door?”

Chelsea didn't answer.

Josh looked at her, “Mom?”

Chelsea blinked and shook her head. “Oh..nobody. Where's the kids?”

It had been difficult, but Dylan had managed to roll the body of little Maddie Keane up inside the rug and fit her into the opening under his waterbed. The rug was too long for it all to fit straight in, and he found that he was unable to put the piece of plywood at the foot of the bed back into place. So he had crawled in under the bed and slid the rug with the young girl inside sideways. After this, the piece of wood fit back snugly. He didn't attach the brackets now however, figuring he could just do that later.

After this was accomplished he had set about cleaning the rest of the drops of blood from the tile floor using a bottle of Windex and most of the roll of paper towels he kept next to the bird cages. Luckily, very little of the blood had fallen into the grout of the tile and what had mattered little because the grout on the floor was black anyway, so it was hard to see unless you knew where to look. Dylan tossed the bloody knife and the bloody paper-towels into his waste basket and then pulled the trash bag out of the can and stuffed that under the bed as well. He kept a box of trash bags under one of the bird cages and was applying a new bag to the can when there was knock on the door.

🔪

Chelsea Keane opened it without an invitation.

“Wow,” Chelsea exclaimed, “Cleaning our room?”

“Yes!” Dylan barked, immediately ashamed of how his voice cracked as he answered. He sounded overly excited.

“It smells so clean in here.” said Chelsea smiling at him.

“That's the Windex.” Dylan replied.

“Uh huh,” Chelsea smiled. “Where's the girls?”

“I don't know where Cammie is.” Dylan answered.

“Well where is Maddie?” Chelsea asked, frowning.

Dylan shrugged.

“I thought she was playing with you.”

“We were playing the Wii,” Dylan answered, “But I didn't want to play anymore.”

Chelsea turned and left without a word.

Dylan felt like he could finally breathe again.

As the police officers walked back to their vehicle, Cammie climbed back up in the office chair and turned to the old man.

Same expression...or lack thereof.

Half opened eyes, half opened mouth, looking at the game, but even at Cammie's young age, she wondered in some abstract way if he was really seeing the game.

“Welcome back to Wrigley Field as we move into the bottom of the seventh inning, the White Sox have a 2-0 lead on their cross town rivals in this decisive Game Seven of the World Series. And the Cubs will bring a new pitcher into the ballgame now...”

The door to the little room burst open, flooding the room with light.

“Maddie?” Chelsea Keane called, her face haggard in the soft light of the television, her eyes were wide. They fixed on Cammie in the chair.

“What are you doing in here?” She asked, “Come out of there this instant. Who told you to go in there?”

Cammie hopped out of the chair at once and filed out into the hallway with her babysitter.

“Why were you in that room?” Chelsea asked the girl as she closed the door behind her. “Where's Maddie?”

“I don't know.” Cammie replied, her eyes growing cloudy.

“Why were you in there?” Chelsea asked again, growing impatient.

“They said I couldn't play with them.” Cammie said, her face breaking.

“Who said?” Chelsea asked.

“Dylan. He said that fat girls couldn't play.” A tear spilled out of the chubby little girl's left eye and dripped down her pink cheek.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and fumed. “Well, where is Maddie?” She asked.

“I don't know.” Cammie answered.

Josh Keane appeared at the end of the hallway. Penny was up and standing behind him, her hair disheveled. She yawned, covering her mouth.

“What's going on mom?” Josh asked.

“I can't find Maddie.” Chelsea said.

“Well let's look for her. This house is huge.”

The four of them stepped back out into the living room. Dylan had made his way down the stairs. As the group walked passed him, he plopped unto the end of the couch where Josh had been sitting, and picked up the remote for the television. Cammie sat down beside him, although, not too close beside him, she slid to the other end of the piece of furniture.

“You two check upstairs, and I'll check the pool hall...oh my god, the pool!” Chelsea exclaimed and jerked open one of the sliding glass doors.

Cammie watched worriedly as the woman practically leaped outside and the other two teenager bounded up the stairs. Then he turned to Dylan.

Dylan payed them no attention, he giggled at the television where Spongebob Squarepants was trying to figure out how to save his friend Patrick the Starfish who was currently buried up to his neck---if starfish had necks---in sand.

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thatmademadej · 7 years ago

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Here are some prompts, I've got multiple cause ~options~ are fun and also I'm indecisive A) Ryan thinking of increasingly convoluted excuses to hold Shane's hand B) meet-weird where Ryan's walking in a park to find Shane sitting in a tree playing to kazoo for a bunch of squirrels C) dialogue prompt! "There are other solutions beyond murder, people." Do whatever one tickles your fancy, and congrats on 1k followers! :)

oh shit i love them ALL which one do i do?? B is hilarious but I really actually can’t think of a reason why Shane would be doing…that…

I’m gonna go with A - Ryan finds convoluted excuses to hold Shane’s hand.

Okay, so, the hand-holding had been a thing for a while. They didn’t talk about it, but every so often, after a scare, Ryan would end up grabbing Shane by the arm, or the shoulder, or even the hand. If the scare was particularly ferocious, he would grab his hand and keep it. It was only ever on location though. And they didn’t talk about it.

Then, one day, Shane had joined Ryan by the big window in the Buzzfeed offices - the one with the decent views of LA. Ryan had his nose pressed right up against it, staring at something in the skyline.

“Has the alien invasion finally arrived?” Shane asked, poking him in the back of the shoulder to signal his arrival. Ryan jumped, and scowled at him.

“Ow, dude. No, look, there’s this huge-ass bird on that rooftop. Look.”

Ryan pointed. Shane looked. He did not see the bird.

“I can’t see the bird,” He said.

“Over there, dumbass,” Ryan pointed more insistently.

“Are you imagining birds as well now-”

“No, Shane, over there.” Ryan grabbed his hand and pointed with it towards a nearby building. Shane saw the bird.

“Oh, that. Oh, shit, that is a huge bird. Is it a pigeon?!”

“I told you,” Ryan said. He didn’t let go of Shane’s hand, not until Shane glanced down awkwardly at where Ryan was still pressing it against the glass, and then Ryan dropped it awkwardly.

—

Another scare, in an abandoned mansion in the backwaters of Michigan, all wrought-iron bannisters and dust. It was getting towards the end of spring, but Ryan was still bundled in enough layers to prevent him quite bending his elbows. When the house creaked violently, he immediately grabbed for Shane’s hand, gloved fingers entwining with his own.

—

A variety of small incidences, then; weaving through a crowded bar, dragging Shane into a tapas restaurant and then hauling him away from the tiny fancy hotdogs. He didn’t mind. Guys could hold hands sometimes, it was fine.

—

“Look dude, I’m telling you, you can feel the vibrations through your hands.”

“Yeah, but how does that translate to hearing it in your brain? I call bullshit.”

“That guy - Mozzarella?”

“Mozart, you philistine-”

“He was deaf, and he could compose.”

“Yeah but he, like, went deaf. He still knew what music sounded like.”

Ryan huffed, frustrated, and went and fiddled with the frat-boy sized stereo in the corner of his front room. When something Shane vaguely identified as hip-hop blared through the speaker, obscenely bass-boosted, Ryan grabbed Shane’s hand and slapped it against the speaker.

“I can feel it vibrate, dude, I’m not disputing that, but I can still hear the music in my ears.”

“We need to - find some way to deafen you to prove it properly,” Ryan muttered.

“You need to cool it with the threats,” Shane said, snatching his hand away.

—

Michigan was nice, but LA was nicer, and Ryan flourished in the sunshine. Also, flipflops were optimal footwear, in Shane’s humble opinion - peak potential for weird jokes that made Ryan lose it.

“Look dude, I’m just saying, if Mothman were to appear in the street right now your automatic reaction would likely be to walk right past him.”

“How much does Mothman look like a normal dude?” Shane wondered, absent-mindedly taking a bite from his icecream.

“Didn’t you get the pictures I sent you?” Ryan immediately dug his phone out and started scrolling.

“I ignore everything you email me now; I get the shoot details from TJ.” Shane said.

“What?!”

“You keep sending me those weird tabloid articles about ghosts, and I couldn’t figure out how to filter them properly.” Shane said.

“You-” Ryan grabbed his hand and took a big lick of the ice cream. “There, you dick. Revenge.”

“Whatever,” Shane shrugged, and licked the icecream himself, dragging Ryan’s hand breathtakingly close to his chin. “Can’t outgross me, Bergara. ‘Tis a futile attempt.”

“You’re disgusting,” Ryan rolled his eyes, and when Shane rested his hand on the table in front of them Ryan’s hand stayed covering his.

—

Ryan started grabbing his hand whenever Shane made him laugh, the way he would usually slap the arm of the chair or the table. Just a friend thing, right?

—

“Okay, Madej. This is it. The ultimate test of who’s right about ghosts.” Ryan thumped down into the booth opposite him, eyes slightly hazy. He shoved the empty beer bottles aside and held his hand out, a challenge in his eyes: “We arm-wrestle.”

Shane giggled helplessly, the alcohol in his system making everything vaguely blurry - wait, was he wearing his glasses? He wasn’t wearing his glasses. This could mean he was not as drunk as he thought, or possibly much much drunker. Either way, he planted his elbow on the table opposite Ryan’s and looked him right in the eye.

“You’re on, Bergara. I have the power of science on my side.”

“The power of being obnoxious on your side,” Ryan snorted, grabbing Shane’s hand in his. “Wait, we need an…an impartial observer. Jen, get over here.”

“What the fuck are you guys doing now?” Jen complained, flopping down into the booth next to them. Ryan didn’t break eye contact with Shane.

“Arm wrestle,” He said through gritted teeth. “Winner has to admit they’re wrong about ghosts.”

“Cool,” Jen shrugged. “Uhhh, go, I guess.”

Shane put up a valiant fight. He did. He wasn’t caught unawares by Jen casually telling them to go, and he didn’t squawk when Ryan immediately slammed his hand into the table.

“Wow, you really do have noodle arms,” Ryan said.

“No, that doesn’t count,” Shane insisted, pointing with his free hand. “I wasn’t ready.”

“You have to say I’m right!” Ryan crowed, batting Shane’s accusatory finger away. “Ghosts are real!”

“The match was invalid,” Shane protested, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Shane Madej says ghosts are real!” Ryan yelled, lifting Shane’s hands in the air. “This fucko made fun of me for believing in ghosts, and now look at him!”

“That’s not fair!” Shane laughed, ineffectually trying to tug his hand out of Ryan’s. People were looking at them. Jen had slipped back into the crowd. “Let go of me, you weirdo.”

“No!” Ryan said. “This is your punishment!”

“It’s hardly a punishment!” Shane said, and Ryan gave him a look. A Look. He was really quite drunk.

“Isn’t it,” He asked, considerably quieter.

“Nah,” Shane said, waving his free hand dismissively. “I like it.”

“Oh,” Ryan stared at his fingers entwined with Shane’s, the arm-wrestle forgotten. “Then I - I guess I’ll keep doing it?”

“Sure,” Shane shrugged, and he left his hand in Ryan’s on the vaguely sticky table top, and he left his hand in Ryan’s later whilst the two of them walked - staggered - back to his apartment. He liked it.

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Word count : 1.227 Request : Heyy please can I get a scenario with Rosé from Blackpink. Female reader. Mostly angst + really heated argument + fluffy ending. Thank you! The longer the better for my Blackpink soul Angst/ Fluff Member : Rosé from Blackpink A/N : Hello :) I hope you’ll like this even if it turned out not too well. I tried to keep it long as you wanted but I had a rough time writing this lol.. also this wasn’t very.. a kind of heated argument? I’m sorry if you dislike it :( You can always ask for scenarios with any member from any group listed in my biography. ( I DO NOT DO SMUT. ) “I’m home, love,” you called out as you came home from work. You heard no one answer, no loving greeting from Rosé as always. She always immediately ran towards you when she was home. It was sweet, she was acting like a puppy. She was off from practice today so she must’ve been home, but as you asked no one answered. “Honey?” you asked again, putting your bag away, looking around after closing the door. You looked through every room until you found her in your bedroom sitting on the bed, staring out of the window. “What’s off? Are you okay?” you quickly got to your girlfriend and sat down next to her, hugging her tightly. “Hmh. How was work,” she asked without any emotion. She seemed rather mad than sad, you just didn’t know why yet. “It was okay like everyday. Now tell me what’s wrong,” you looked at her beautiful face. “Nothing,” she answered, still not looking at you. “I’m not stupid, Chaeyoungie.. I know you’re hiding something. Please tell me what’s off..” you said. “You lied to me,” she replied. “I lied to.. what? I never lied to you!” you defended yourself. “Where were you saturday night?” finally she looked at you. She stared deeply into your eyes, looking hurt and mad. “I was at work, I promise,” you said. “Oh yeah. Work. So, were you alone?” she continued asking, still staring into your eyes. “Of course not, other people from the office were around. Chaeyoungie! Why are you like this.. I did nothing wrong!” you pouted. Pouting always helped but not today, she didn’t accept your cute acting. “Oh you did not? How can you still lie to me in this situation?” she asked, getting a bit louder. Now you knew, you were dead. She was going to freak out sooner or later. No matter how hard you thought, you didn’t know what you did wrong. “So you weren’t with Jisoo that night, do you want to tell me that?” her hands formed to fists and she bit her lip. “I wasn’t with her that night,” you answered. You were getting serious, you didn’t know what your girlfriend was talking about and why she was so mad. “Oh hmh. Tell me the truth or it’s over!” she shouted at you. “What? But Chaeyong, I’m telling you the truth! I don’t know what’s going on, please, don’t end us..” you looked into her eyes while yours were filling up with tears. “You and Jisoo kissed!” she screamed at me. “We never kissed!” you screamed back while some tears were falling down your cheeks. “Jisoo told me you were with her this saturday night. She even sent me a picture,” she sounded hurt, so hurt she didn’t even shout, she just sighed while showing me the chat. “She is the one who is lying! Why don’t you trust me? We’re a couple for two years by now and you don’t trust me? You rather trust Jisoo with a rumor that we kissed?!” you took her phone and scrolled through the chat and looked at the picture. “Damn this looks real but we did not kiss and I swear to god I was working off my ass saturday night!” you shouted at her phone and handed it back. The picture looked real, yet it probably was good photoshop. You don’t remember getting this drunk to kiss her nor being even close to her lips. “You kissed for so long! There is not only this picture, here! Take a look and remember this!” she showed me more pictures. “I never kissed her! Do you think I’d cheat on you? Yes? I, with a little dumb rumor made up by your friend and you, who actually kissed Lisa once!” you stood up, getting mad now, remembering that issue. It was such a mess, you two were on a party thrown by Jennie and of course the squad came. The squad included Jisoo, Lisa, Jennie, Rosé and you. Nayeon, Momo, all their friends came as well. You were gone for a bit and Rosé drank a little bit too much. You just were a bit tipsy but she must’ve drank alot and as you returned you caught her kissing your two’s best friend, Lisa. She was pretty drunk as well so she didn’t realize. The anger in you was real, everyone was even cheering for them, it was like they replaced you with Lisa. So instead of saying anything you just left home and avoided everyone for a while, you also ignored Chaeyoung for a bit. Now you were here, never kissed anyone except your Rosé in your relationship. You understood, she was more worried than she should be as normal since she wasn’t there very often because of her career, yet she always found time for you. “That was an accident! Y/N! That’s the past, that happened a year ago just forget it!” she started crying too. “Ohh! Forgetting it? Would you forget it if I kissed any of our friends?” I asked. She didn’t say anything anymore. “Whatever. Stop lying to me, I don’t want to see you anymore, get out of my eyesight,” she threw a pillow at you. “Why are we even arguing? I hate when we argue, it’s so stupid. But good to know that you trust Jisoo more than me. And Fine, I’m leaving,” you caught the pillow and threw it back, leaving the room. You sat down in the kitchen and stared out of the little window. It was late already and you had a rough day. And now.. you argued with the love of your life. You didn’t argue very often but when you did you always felt down. She wasn’t there very often already, it was a shame that you two had arguments. After a long time has passed you slowly heard someone enter the kitchen. Of course it was Chaeyoung and she was sobbing loudly. “Y/N..” she whispered. You wiped some of your tears away and turned around. Rosé showed you more pictures where you kissed Jisoo’s cheek. “It’s just her cheek. Why do you overreact like this?” you asked. “I’m just.. so super jealous. I love you so much Y/N. I have issues sharing you. I barely see you.. it feels bad when you’re with others who are close to you. I worry alot more, too, because Jisoo likes you..” she stroked her right arm and looked at you. You sighed a bit. “I’m jealous, too, at times. Chaeyoung, I love you. I don’t want to argue with you, I just want to love you, be happy with you. Work is rough for us two already.. we should spend our freetime together happily,” you stood up and cuddled her. She cuddled back and still sobbed. “My love. I’m sorry for shouting at you.. I always feel so guilty while arguing with you.. Please forgive me, I just was so angry/ mad/ frustrated/ jealous, whatever..” she looked away. You made her look into your eyes and kissed her. “Everything’s forgiven.. Just don’t forget that I won’t ever cheat on you. I love you, and only you.. remember that,” you said while looking into her beautiful eyes. She nodded. “I’ll always love and cherish you..” she smiled and pecked your lips. You smiled as well. “Me too..”

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