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Hat Trick

Nico Hischier x fem!reader, Jack Hughes x platonic!reader, Luke Hughes x platonic!reader

summary: part 4 of the locksmith series! reader attends her first ever devil’s hockey game, and leaves a few pucks richer than when she came

notes: y’all i think this is my favorite part of this lil series so far. i literally wrote this in one sitting. i’m so happy with how it turned out. i hope you are too!! happy reading!! 🫶🏼

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part 1, part 2, part 3

You’ve been to a lot of Hughes centered hockey games in your life. You’ve been to watch both Quinn and Luke play during their time in Michigan, and you’ve been to watch several of Jack’s minor league games when you were teenagers.

Though somehow, despite how long you’ve been intertwined with the hockey breathing family, you had never been to a professional game. You talked about making a trip to Vancouver with your family at some point to watch Quinn, but it never worked out with your school schedule. You wanted to come watch Jack with the Devils a few times, too, but the plans always fell through.

You wish you’d tried harder right about now, because walking into the Prudential center, red and black everywhere you look, you’re a little overwhelmed.

Jack had told you exactly where to go and who to call if you got lost, but getting there wasn’t the issue. You finally having your car with you helped with that, considering it was delivered just yesterday. The company that you hired to haul your car to you had gotten the date of your move wrong, so you had been depending on Jack and Luke for rides anywhere outside of walking distance.

Today, though, they were needed at the rink far earlier than you would’ve been allowed in. And, in true superstitious hockey player fashion, they claim they can’t ride to the rink together for home games because the last time they did they lost the game. So, you were extremely excited when you got the call that your car had just been parked outside of the apartment complex the day before.

You had found the arena just fine, leaving your car with the valet Jack had told you to go to. You had gone to the entrance designated for friends and family of the players, flashing the locker room pass Jack had given you, and even managed to find your way to the public areas of the arena by yourself.

The issue you had run in to stems from the fact that not only had you never attended an NHL game before, but you had never attended an NHL game alone.

Even though you blended in with the crowd outwardly, donning a devil’s jersey like everyone else, you were way out of your element. Usually at the boys’ games you had Ellen and Jim with you, or your own parents. They always made you feel like you belonged a little more, because they would explain certain fan behavior to you.

You knew all you had to do was simply sit and watch the game, but with the energy being so chaotic leading to the rivalry game, you knew that the fans were going to be absolutely buzzing. People were walking past you, jumping in front of you for high-fives and fist bumps, yelling “GO DEVS!” before walking away like nothing had ever happened. You didn’t miss the occasional dirty look from anyone in a blue Rangers jersey, either.

When you had first made your way to the foyer area at the front of the arena, you had already seen security having to separate a Devils fan and a Rangers fan. They had been screaming at one another over something that you were couldn’t make out when the Rangers fan slammed his fist into the Devils fan’s cheek.

The scene made you a little apprehensive about how the game was going to go. You knew this was one of the biggest rivalries that existed in the hockey world, and you had read that the Rangers had a tendency to play extremely physical, so you were nervous for all of the Devils players you were growing fond of.

You eventually make your way to your seat, but not before going full fan mode and buying a foam finger at one of the many merchandise stands you passed on your way. You thought Jack and Luke would get a kick out of it, figuring you’d need all the help you could get after they see what you’re wearing.

You kept your promise to Nico, currently sporting the number 13 on your back. You felt a little silly, honestly. You had never not worn a Hughes jersey to a hockey game before; you always wore the jersey of whatever brother you were watching, even if you had to buy one. But the conversation you had with Nico a few nights prior kept paying on a loop in your mind. The promise of a hat trick was too tempting to miss out on. Plus, even if he didn’t get a hatty, you knew you’d have the chance to make him do anything you wanted him to.

As you walk down the stairs towards your seat, foam finger on display proudly, you take in the pure atmosphere of the place. The arena looked huge from where you stood, lights dimmed and a red shadow cast over everything in sight. Not many people had made their way into the seating area yet, but there were a few fans bunched around the glass, waiting for the players to come out and start their warm ups.

You were pleasantly surprised when you found your seat free of any bodies, being able to settle in and wait for the arrival of the players on the ice. As the minutes ticked by, a few people made their way to your area, smiles and chants of ‘go Devils!’ once again filling the air around you.

You could see why people enjoyed coming to games so much. The sense of community was so strong in this building. Everyone was here to support the same cause, one goal in mind: a Devils win. You started to survey all the signs that fans had brought, setting them up against the glass for the players to see. Some of them had clever saying or riddles on them, some simply reading “puck?” with their favorite player’s number on it.

You also noted how many people were wearing Jack and Luke’s last name on their back. Even as you were driving up to the arena, you noticed the large presence of 86’s and 43’s surrounding you. It was odd, really, to see how many people were supporting your boys. It made your heart swell with pride, a little bit. To physically see the amount of people that believe in them the way you always have was enough to sell you on attending every Devils game from here until the end of time.

The newfound knowledge also further calmed your nerves surrounding your decision of wearing Nico’s jersey tonight. You had seen plenty of number 13’s floating around in the crowd, too, but Jack and Luke clearly had no lack of fan support.

The sound of pucks hitting the ice is what broke your attention from observing the people around you. You instantly clocked Luke’s curls, finding Jack not far from where Luke had settled on the ice. You looked around, trying to find a familiar head of brown hair you hadn’t seen nearly enough. Was he not warming up today? Was he okay? Did Luke actually hurt him the other day and he wasn’t playing today?

You don’t remember either of your roommates mentioning that their captain was hurt. That’s something they would’ve mentioned at least once, right? You continue to scan the ice for any sign of the Swiss man you couldn’t get off of your mind, not paying attention when Jack started skating in your direction. A loud bang on the glass in front of you was what finally broke your investigation.

“You’re here!” Jack yells through the glass at you, ignoring all the shouts of his name from the people standing around you.

“I told you I wasn’t going to miss it!” you shouted back, wondering if he could even hear you in the noisy environment.

Movement behind Jack caught your eye, Luke making his way over to stand next to his brother, causing an entirely new wave of sound to erupt around you.

“Bouy! You made it!” Luke shares his brother’s surprise, eyes flitting down to the jersey you’re wearing, noticing the black C that neither his nor Jack’s jersey had.

“Did you guys really have no faith I would show up tonight? Am I that bad of a friend?” you ask them, wondering why they thought you would be a no-show.

“Know it isn’t your scene, is all,” Jack shouts back, shrugging his shoulders, smile on his face.

“Uh-uh, it is now. Look, I even bought a foam finger! I’m legit, now!” you wave your newest Devils merch around.

They both shake their heads and laugh, your eyes wandering to the ice behind them once again.

“Who ya looking for, huh?” Luke is the one to notice they no longer held your attention, turning his head to look at his teammates warming up behind them.

“Oh, no one. Just, taking it all in,” you try to recover. Luke simply looks at you, the moment he caught you staring at Nico in your living room in the back of his mind.

“It’s awesome, right? I’m telling you, you’ll be wanting to come to every home game by the end of the night. There’s nothing like a Devils home game,” Jack tells you, oblivious to Luke’s implications moments ago.

Jack must have decided it was time to acknowledge some of the fans around you, skating off after he finishes his statement.

“He’ll be out in a minute, just so you know. Got hung up in a pre-game interview,” Luke’s muffled voice travels through the glass.

“Huh? Who? What’re you talking about?” you look at him, confusion taking over your features.

Luke deadpans at you, basically telling you to cut the bullshit. “You know who, Y/N.”

“Really, don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here for you and Jack, remember?” you remind him.

“Yeah? Then why do you have Cap’s jersey on?” Luke questions, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your head shoots down to look at the jersey you were wearing, cheeks turning red. You had almost forgotten you were even wearing it, too distracted by the atmosphere around you.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with that, by the way. He’ll be getting an earful once he gets out here, don’t you worry. And god help him when Jack finally notices. Might be the first time a player gets a penalty against his own teammate,” Luke continues, looking over to where Jack is chucking pucks over the ice a few feet away.

“It was Nico’s idea. Said he wanted to mess with you guys, is all. Then said if I wore it he would score a hat trick, and if he didn’t he owed me a favor of my choosing. Figured it’d be fun to mess with him and make him do some outrageous task. You know I never miss the opportunity to get under yours and Jack’s skin, either. Couldn’t resist the offer,” you confess.

Luke rolls his eyes, not wanting to call bullshit out here in the open like this, deciding to save the rest of the conversation for when you get home tonight.

You were going to respond, try to further plead your case, when you see a blur of red jump onto the ice from over near the Devils’ bench. Any attention you had granted to Luke was gone, watching a much anticipated head of hair flopping around as Nico does a few circles on the ice. You watch him wave to a few fans around the glass, conversing with a few of his teammates as he made his way around the ice.

Luke watches you follow Nico’s figure glide around on the ice, laughing to himself at how you were just trying to convince him you weren’t looking for anyone.

“I think I’ve proved my point,” you barely hear as Luke starts to skate away, noticing his captain skating over towards your section of the glass.

You’ve tuned out the shouts of Nico’s name around you as he makes eye contact with you, skating towards you with a smile.

“Hey! You’re here!” he winks at you, parroting Jack and Luke’s words. “And I see you chose the right jersey!” he lets his eyes fall to the jersey swallowing your body, eyes a bit bright than they were a few seconds ago.

“Why did no one think I was going to show up?” you huff out, throwing your arms up, foam finger still attached to your hand.

“Jack and Luke were convinced you’d bail because of your aversion to hockey crowds. But I see you’ve made yourself right at home,” he chuckles, nodding towards the foam finger.

“Well, yeah. Had to make myself official, y’know?” you give the foam accessory a small wave.

Nico laughs, sliding his feet back and forth in short strokes, planting his stick on the ice for stability.

“You ready to score that hat trick you promised, Cap?” you shout to him, crossing your arms in a challenging stance.

“Never been more ready in my life, Bouy,” Nico smirks.

“If you keep using that nickname I won’t be so nice in choosing a favor for you to do when you don’t score your hatty,” you threaten, hating that Jack introduced the nickname to Nico in the first place.

“Oh, I’m gonna score that hatty,” he moves closer to the glass, making sure you can hear him. “My good luck charm did exactly what I asked her to do, so I’d say my chances are pretty solid.”

You’re so focused on Nico’s words that you completely miss Jack making his way back over to your area, slapping Nico on the back once he reaches his destination.

“Hey, Cap! ‘Bout time you made it out here. Was starting to wonder if someone was going to have to come and save you.”

Nico removes his eyes from your flushed face, turning to chat with Jack as you’re left speechless.

You miss the rest of their conversation, too caught up in Nico calling you his good luck charm. You were entering very dangerous territory, here. Every conversation you have with the man bringing you farther and farther into a rabbit hole you might not be able to climb back out of.

On top of being stunned, you’re also confused. You’ve overheard Luke and Jack talk about Nico’s interactions with women. The amount of times they’ve poked fun at his obliviousness to women’s advances not forgotten. Or the way they claim he’s too focused on his career to think about anything other than hockey. You remember one story Jack told of Nico completely misreading a conversation with a woman at the bar, begging Jack to take him home after he all but ran away from the woman, claiming a stomach ache when she tried to coax him into an uber.

So, what was different about you? He clearly had no issues with casually sliding in comments that, although you try to convince yourself otherwise, are naturally flirtatious in their nature. When you let your eyes wander you notice Luke watching the interaction. He follows the way Nico’s gaze flicks over to you every few seconds, even though he’s in the middle of a conversation with Jack. Luke meets your eyes and gives you look you can’t decipher.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you wearing?” you hear Jack’s voice, snapping your head to look at his face, his eyes focused on the black C on the upper left side of the jersey you’re wearing.

“A…jersey?” you answer apprehensively.

“Yeah, I can see that. But why do you have on Neeks’ jersey, specifically?” He asks you, but looks at the player standing next to him.

“Guess she decided the better jersey wasn’t even in the Hughes family at all,” Nico references the argument Jack and Luke were having days prior.

Jack looks back at you, expecting an explanation from you. You open your mouth a few times to answer, but the reasoning of ‘I just wore it to get under your skin’ doesn’t seem appropriate when you can see the underlying anger on his face.

“You know what, I don’t have time for this. I need to actually warm up, but this conversation isn’t over,” Jack shoots to two of you a glare before skating away, huffing like a little kid.

“I knew he would get mad!” you point an accusing (foam) finger at Nico.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it. It’s just one game.”

“Well I’ll let you handle this then, mr. nonchalant. It was your idea, it’s your bomb to diffuse,” you wipe your hands of the situation.

“Gladly,” Nico flashes you a smile. “By the way, heads up,” he warns you before chucking a puck over the glass, watching it land on the ground beside you. You bend over to pick it up, noticing the writing on the back.

You read the sribble of “hatty” followed by the date and Nico’s signature in silver marker, looking up to see him skating off with a wink.

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After you watched Jack throw his fit about you wearing Nico’s jersey from afar, earning nothing but a laugh from the jersey owner himself, they both skated away from each other to start actually warming up for the game ahead. You noticed Jack kept glaring at Nico, shoulder checking him a few times for good measure. Jack wouldn’t even look over at you, earning a pout from you when you made eye contact with Luke, begging him to do something to make Jack love you again.

Luke just shrugged at you as if to say “told you so,” choosing to focus on his warm ups instead. As the players left the ice to prepare for puck drop, you watched Jack finally look over to you, sporting a glare and giving a shake of his head before he disappeared from your view.

Even after the game started, you could still feel Jack’s pouting from where you sat. He was hesitant to pass the puck to Nico, costing them a few chances at goals. You cursed him every time, worried that this would’ve happened. You don’t know what was said, but during one of the tv timeouts, Nico skated over to Jack and all you could see was a finger poking out to jab Jack in the chest. Jack’s face grew more and more unimpressed as the conversation went on, but ultimately Jack nodded and skated off, rolling his eyes when he looked over to you.

For the rest of the period, you noticed Jack was better about passing the puck, no longer alienating Nico from his plays. He was still mad, though. You could see it in his body language and how he was playing rougher than he normally does. As soon as the first period was over, you were out of your seat and making your way down to the locker rooms. You flashed your pass and waited patiently after you asked someone to go fetch Jack for you, claiming it was an emergency.

Jack comes walking out of the locker room into the hallway, towel around his neck, jersey left behind.

“Okay, get it all out now, or so help me god I’ll jump onto that ice and beat some sense into you,” you tell him, wanting him to get all of his anger out of his system.

“You always wear one of our jersey’s, Y/N. Always. This is your first time watching me and Luke in a professional game, and you’re wearing someone else’s jersey?” Jack asks you, a small bit of hurt showing on his face.

“Jack, it was a joke. A last minute plan between the two of us. We thought it’d be funny since you and Luke were arguing about it,” you tell him, feeling a little bad that he genuinely seems hurt. “Plus, I didn’t really want to choose between you and Luke. It was hard. I had all three jerseys laying on my bed earlier, and I just couldn’t choose between the two of you.”

“I still don’t like that you wore someone else’s jersey,” Jack grumbles.

“It’s just one game, Jack, it’ll be fine. I promise this isn’t going to become a habit,” you assure him, reaching up to ruffle his hair, regretting your decision when you feel how sweaty it is.

“You sure about that?” Jack asks you, catching you off guard.

“What?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N,” Jack starts, dropping his arms to his sides. “Don’t act like you haven’t been staring at him the whole game.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feel your cheeks heating.

“You can’t lie to me, remember? Know you too well,” he tells you, reminding you he’s always been able to tell when you’re caught in a lie.

“I mean…maybe I’ve been watching him. So what? He’s your friend, Jack. Not to mention our neighbor and the only teammate of yours I really know,” you try to justify.

“Bullshit. You’re into him.”

“No, I’m not!” you say too quickly, your voice going up in pitch, causing you to clear your throat. The sudden change in conversation came out of nowhere, causing your brain to short circuit.

“Oh yeah? Then why do you ask about him every time Luke and I mention practice, or our jobs in general? Why do you always ask us if Nico made it home when we get home from practice? Or when you spent basically the whole night talking to him at the bar your first night here?” Jack asks you, waiting for your answers.

“I- I don’t ask about him that much,” you say, trying to retrace your conversations with Jack and Luke. Maybe you do ask about him more than you thought. “And I spent the night at the bar being shuffled around from table to table, which you did!” you remind him, having felt like you were speed dating, but platonically.

“When I came to get you to leave you were completely alone with him in a dark corner of the bar,” Jack throws back at you.

“He came and found me. I was on the phone with my mom and he decided to come check on me. I had nothing to do with that,” you defend.

Jack still doesn’t look convinced, crossing his arms once again, tilting his head towards you. “Listen, I’m not trying to start an argument. You know how I feel about having a thing for my teammates. But, out of all the guys on the team, I guess you could’ve done worse.”

You open your mouth to respond, trying to defend yourself once again, but Jack interrupts you before you can get a word out.

“Listen, none of this is really important right now. We can talk about it when I’m not in the middle of a game, but I still don’t really like that you wore his jersey instead of mine or Luke’s,” he circles back to the original conversation. “I mean, you’ve known him for like, two weeks. Joke or not. You know what people think when you wear someone’s jersey, right?”

“It’s not like that, I swear. And it’s not like I’m the only one here wearing his jersey, Jack,” you tell him.

“I know, but I’m just telling you to be careful. Nico’s a good guy, but he’s also a professional hockey player. He’s going to have…admirers. And once they see that you’re actually close to the team and his jersey is the one you’re sporting, things could get messy,” Jack warns you.

You stood there for a few moments, trying to figure out how the conversation even led to what it is. You know Jack is just trying to watch out for you, but he’s jumping to conclusions way too soon. It’s one game, and no one even knows who you are. Plus, it’s a harmless joke. It’s not like you’re wearing his jersey for any other reason.

“Thanks, Jack, really. But I assure you, I only wore it because he suggested it. He wanted to pick fun at you and Luke, that’s it. I’m sure he’ll tell the same story if asked about it,” you reiterated, trying to reassure him.

“Wait, he asked you to wear his jersey?”Jack asks you, surprise in his eyes.

“Yeah, he asked me to wear it to poke fun at the two of you. Then told me he’d score a hat trick if I agreed to wear it, so I did. Thought it’d be fun to see,” you shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

“So, he wanted you to wear his jersey and he promised to score a hatty if you did?” You nod at Jack’s echo of your words.

Jack stares at you, looking like he wants to say something but decides against it. The look on his face has you wondering if he knows something you don’t. You decided to let it go, though, and shoo him back into the locker room.

“Alright, talk over. Go back in there and get ready, you have some Rags to beat!” you push him away from you. You hear him laugh as you walk away, thinking about the conversation the whole way back to your seat.

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Shit. He actually did it. He scored a fucking hat trick. The crowd goes absolutely wild when Nico’s shot sails straight into the goal as the buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game. You jump up from your seat, screaming as loud as you can with the crowd around you. You bang against the glass, cheering for Nico as he celebrates with his teammates.

Once he breaks away from the group hug, he skates right over to you, pointing a gloved finger in your direction. You flash him a huge smile, not even caring that you lost whatever bet – if you could even call it that – you had going on with Nico. You were too high on the atmosphere. The goal causing the Devils to win in the last second, ego a little inflated at the thought that you could’ve contributed to it.

After the players left the ice and the crowd started to disperse a bit, you slowly made your way back down to the locker room, having been told to wait there after the game by Jack. You took in the sight of the happy fans milling about the arena, soaking in the energy for a little bit longer. You didn’t realize just how much you were soaking it in until you realized the time, figuring the guys would be changed and ready to go any minute.

As you were walking down the hallway to where other friends and family of the team gathered, you felt a harsh contact with your shoulder. It flung your body back, nearly making you lose your balance until you caught yourself at the last second.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you,” you said, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but apologizing anyways.

“Obviously,” you heard a deep voice say, a man in a blue Rangers jersey standing across from you, rolling his eyes.

“Well, no need to be rude about it. You bumped in to me, y’know,” you grumbled out, a little pissed as the man’s response after you apologized first.

“Watch it, bitch. Just cause your shitshow of a team won tonight doesn’t mean you’re truly better than us. Just wait till next game. We’ll smoke your asses,” he spits out at you, letting you smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

“What the hell does the game have to do with you bumping in to me? The two are completely unrelated,” you question, stepping back and scrunching your nose at the foul smell.

“Keep talking, bitch, and I’ll show you just how bad we can beat the Devils asses,” the man steps forward, stumbling a bit before correcting himself.

“Alright, chill out. It’s just a game, buddy,” you back up against the wall next to you, trying to put some distance between you and him.

“God, why do you puck bunnies never shut the fuck up? I literally told you to stop talking, what part of that don’t you understand?” he backs you up even further, not leaving much room for you to make an escape.

“Technically you told me to keep talking,” you say before you can think better of it.

The man basically growls at you raising his hand back. To do what, you never find out, because a voice brings him back to reality, making him seem to remember he’s in public.

“I suggest you drop your hand and step away.”

The man’s head whips around, looking behind him. Once he steps back from you slightly, you make your escape, removing yourself from the wall.

You see Nico standing a few feet away from you, a grey suit on his body, his hair covered by a cream color beanie.

“Oh, how convenient. Captain to the rescue,” the guy slurs, turning his body to fully face Nico.

“Do I need to call security or are you going to be smart and get the fuck out of my arena?” Nico spits, surprising you with his harshness.

“Whatever. I’m going. Don’t be so dramatic. The puck bunny started it, anyways,” the man waves you off, stumbling away without a glance back.

Nico watches him walk away, stepping towards you the second the man is out of view.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything to you? Do I need to go get security?” He fires off questions, concern present in his brown eyes.

“No, I’m fine. He bumped into me then started spewing some bullshit about the game. I asked him how the two were related and he just kept talking about how he was gonna show me how ‘we can really beat the Devils asses’,” you put up air quotes.

“Are you sure?” his eyes continue to look you up and down, darting across your face to check for any sign showing you weren’t okay.

“Really, it’s fine. He didn’t do anything. Thank you, though. For scaring him away,” you assure him, causing him to relax.

“Of course. Seems to be a pattern, after all. Me running to your rescue,” he references your previous encounters. Letting you into your apartment, getting the bartender’s attention so you could order a drink that same night, his help when you were making dinner just a few nights ago. He really did always show up when you needed help.

You look up at him with a smile. “My very own knight in shining armor.”

He bows dramatically. “M’lady.”

You laugh at the action, causing Nico to join in.

“So I guess I owe you a congratulations, huh?” you ask after your laughter dies down.

Nico beams at you, pulling a stack of three pucks out of the bag slung over his shoulder, the tape they’re held together by reading ‘hat trick”. He holds them out towards you, signaling you to grab them.

“Here, they’re yours. You’re the reason I got them, after all,” he tells you, placing the pucks into your hand.

“I don’t think I had anything to do with it,” you look at your hand before looking back up at Nico.

“Sure you did. I told you if you wore the jersey I’d score one. And you did. And then I scored three goals. I told you, you’re my goodluck charm,” he smiles at you, shrugging like a hat trick was no big deal.

You roll your eyes at him, trying to fight a smile. “Sure, whatever you say, Cap.”

He chuckles at your sarcasm, shaking his head at you.

“Guess I need to pocket that ridiculous favor I had in mind, then,” you tell him, toying with the pucks, thinking about how he gave you four different ones tonight.

“I’m sure you can save it for future use. Think you’ll be able to cash it in sooner than you think,” he tells you, a confused look on your face.

“You won, though. I wore the jersey, you scored three goals. That was the whole thing,” you remind him, not knowing where he was going with his statement.

“You never asked me what I got if I did score a hatty.”

You were taken aback by his words, not realizing that was part of the deal. “Okay…well, what do you get, then?”

“You have to do me a favor,” he tells you, grin on his face.

You furrow your brows, confused. “I thought the whole point of my end of the deal was because I already did you a favor?”

“You did. But now I get to ask you for another one,” he rocks back on his heels, way too giddy about the situation.

You look at him, a little scared at what he has planned. He just continues to look at you, his shit-eating grin still extremely present.

“Okay…what is it?” you ask him, getting impatient.

“Oh, I’m not telling you yet. I’ll cash it in when I’m ready,” He replies, amused at the unamused look on your face.

“Seriously? You’re not going to tell me what cruel fate you’re subjecting me to?”

You hear the voices of Jack and Luke echoing through the hallway on the other end of the room. You turn your head away from Nico, watching the two brothers make their way towards you, lost in their own conversation.

“All in due time, dear Bouy,” Nico says, taking a step back from you.

Your distaste for the nickname shows on your face, causing Nico’s eyes to twinkle, loving how mad you get over the silly name he still hasn’t learned the origin of.

“Whatever. Keep it to yourself, then. I don’t care,” you lie.

“Have a good night. See you soon,” Nico says with a wink, turning to walk in the direction of Jack and Luke, giving them a wave as he passes them. Both of them look up and notice you standing where he just came from, turning to look at each other with raised eyebrows.

You look down at the pucks in your hand once more, looking at the emblem on top noting what game and date they were from. When you look at the bottom of the last puck, you catch a streak of silver reflecting off of the fluorescent lights in the hallway. Turning it completely upside down, you make out the 9 digits of a phone number scribbled along the bottom, matching the handwriting of the words and signature on the first puck Nico gave you that night.

“Hey, ready to go? We’re starving. Luke wants waffles so we’re going to meet a few of the guys at a diner not far from the apartment, you want go?” Jack asks as the two approach you.

You don’t respond, too stuck on the fact that Nico gave you his phone number on the bottom of his hat trick pucks. You’re impressed at how smooth it was, but also freaking out and trying not to jump to conclusions. It’s just a phone number. It could mean nothing. Maybe he just wanted you to have it because you’re neighbors? Or because you’re so close with Jack and Luke. Maybe he wanted you to have it for emergencies.

“Hello, earth to Y/N. You good?” Luke snaps you out of your trance. You bring the pucks down to press the bottom against your leg, hiding the phone number from your roommates.

“What? Yeah. I’m fine. Great. Perfect.”

“Okay…” Jack trails off, giving you a suspicious look. “So, yes or no to the waffles?”

“Oh my god, yes. The answer to waffles is always yes,” you say excitedly.

“Okay then, let’s go. Some of the guys are already there. I’ll drive,” Jack laughs at you, walking towards the exit leading to where the players park.

“Shotgun!” Luke yells out, turning back to see your reaction to the competition that was so fierce when you were kids.

Your mind is once again on the pucks in your hands, and the player that gave them to you. You look at the numbers again, deciding the boys were far enough ahead for you to safely sneak a peek, wanting to make sure they were actually there and you weren’t seeing things. Your earlier conversation with Jack making its way back to the front of your mind, wondering if maybe Jack’s concern is relevant.

Luke just smiles and shakes his head, remembering watching his captain frantically ask around for a sharpie in the locker room, writing something on the exact set of pucks you now have in your hands before bolting from the room like a man on a mission.

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TWO-FACED; J. VALESKA

JEROME VALESKA X F!DETECTIVE!READER

SERIES MASTERLIST | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

WARNINGS: this imagine is set from s1 + s2 Jerome!, mentions of sex, makeout sesh, jerome being cocky !!

WORD COUNT: 6181!

SUMMARY: From the first time you met Jerome Valeska, you knew him as the son of Lila Valeska, the murder case you and Detective Gordon were working on. You had grown close, until you found out the truth. Now you know him as an Arkham escapee:

A MANIAX.

“I’m Jerome Valeska, her son.”

A soft voice was heard coming out of the silver trailer, coming closer to you. His ginger hair shined in the lights of the Circus, as he pulled over a comfortable jacket. He looked concerned as far as you could see, analyzing the way he talked and reacted to the things your partner was saying.

You had been invited to the Circus earlier that day by someone at the precinct, telling you it was a date. As time passed while you sat on the bleachers, they hadn’t shown up. You should’ve known; those cops were never true to their word.

You managed to make eye contact with Leslie Tompkins, the new Medical Examiner, smiling at her as she politely waved to you. It caught Detective Gordon’s attention, sending you a nod from the other side.

Now you stood next to him and Lee as you investigated the feud at the performance you all watched.

“Jerome, when did you last see her?” Jim asked, looking at the taller man. You both had been looking for Lila Valeska, the boy’s mother.

“Uh, this morning.” The ginger answered, his face conveying worry. “She was here when I left for the library.” He adds on, telling his side of the story to the detective. His eyes glance over at you, sending a kind half-smile towards you. You return, feeling your cheeks warm up.

At such an inappropriate situation, you couldn’t deny that the man in front if you was very handsome. His fire-colored hair suits him as much as his freckles matched his pale skin. His lips were the perfect shade of pink, begging to be kissed.

Talking snapped you out of your daze, looking over at the bigger man that had walked over. He spoke to Jerome in a low voice. “Your mother is fine. Gone on a spree no doubt. You know how she is.” His tone seemed to have some sort of undertone to it, making you shift in your spot.

“A spree? Without her hat or coat? Or her purse?” He rambled, wrapping his arms around himself to protect himself from the cold or to try and ease his worries, you couldn’t tell.

He looked around for a second before turning around and backing up towards a snake behind him. “Oh, look at Sheba.” He rested his hand on the cage, his left hand still clutching his jacket. “She’s distraught, she knows something’s wrong.” He looked back up as the snake hisses.

“The snake does seem to be agitated.” Jim chimes in, a fake smile taking over his lips. You look back and forth between your partner and the missing lady’s son. Jerome looks your way again, his eyes scanning over your body. You shivered and not because of the cold temperature.

“Sir, Ma’am,” The other man in makeup chuckles, walking over to you and Jim. “She’s what you call a ‘party girl.’” He leans in and whispers. As Jim listens to him, you look behind the broad red-coated shoulders to see the ginger look away irritably. His mother seems to be a tough subject to him, whether she was missing or not.

As Jim and the man converse, you back away and stalk towards the man standing in front of his trailer. “Hi,” You send a soft smile his way, walking next to him.

Jerome replies with the same smile, his dimples exposing themselves to you. His smile, whether it was real or to be polite, was breathtaking. It made your stomach feel fuzzy, having to clear your throat to gather yourself.

“So, what’s it like living at a Circus?” You try to start a conversation with the worried son. While your partner, Jim, always went straight forward into the investigation, you always tried to start off nice to see if they would give into you and tell you something.

The ginger-haired boy lets out a quiet laugh, looking down at his feet. His arms were still wrapped around his body, securing them tightly to himself.

“Uh, well,” He sighs, trying to rack his brain for the right words. “It’s different.” He starts off. He looks you in the eyes as he keeps speaking. “I’ve lived at the Circus my whole life, so I’ve gotten used to the weird behavior around here. We move a lot, hence the trailers.” He looks around, pointing to the ones in the area. You follow his finger, looking everywhere his eyes catch. “I guess, I don’t really have the right words to describe it.” He admits, looking back at you. His eyes tell you something you couldn’t understand yet.

“It’s definitely not a lifestyle I would choose if i had been asked beforehand. But,” He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not like I have a choice.” He forced out a laugh, his features showing defeat.

Before you could question further into his confession, Jim interrupts. “How fast does an animal like that move?” He asks, looking towards Sheba in the cage.

“Uh.. fast walking pace. They rely on surprise mainly.” Jerome informs him as the snake hisses.

“Let her out.” Jim tells him. You and Lee look at him in disbelief.

“I’m sorry?” Jerome’s head cocks to the side, hoping the detective wasn’t being serious.

“Let her out.” He repeats, but with a smile. It was not convincing whatsoever. Behind him, Lee stood in shock at her boyfriend’s order.

“Jim, are you sure-“ Your input get cuts off by the same man you’re talking to.

“Y/N, trust me.” He gives you a look that made you sigh. You had originally stood up to him because of the look on Jerome’s face. He looked scared; maybe he didn’t want his mother’s snake out to get loose? Or maybe he was afraid?

Jerome’s shoulders were tense as he walked around the cage. He took the top off, watching the snake slowly navigate its way onto the ground. You all stand and wait as Sheba moves around, shifting in your spot.

“Do you work with Detective Gordon?” Jerome breaks the tense silence, looking over at you. You stood next to him as Jim and Lee were a few feet ahead of you.

“Yeah, he’s my partner at the GCPD.” You answer, trying to capture his expression. He nods in response, clenching his jaw every now and then.

“So, you guys aren’t together?” His bold question makes you freeze, taking a sharp breath in. You heard his faint chuckle from beside you, making your skin feel hot.

“No,” You reply, clearing your throat. “No, we’re not.” Jerome nods, a whisper of a smile on his face. “Besides, I look more to him as a father than anything.” You admit, starting to ramble.

“Yeah, I can see why.” Jerome adds.

You both walk forward slightly, carefully following Jim’s and Lee’s footsteps. As Sheba hisses and moves up boxes and on a truck, you stop dead in your tracks. Jim peels the tarp off the back of the truck and lying there is Lila Valeska. Blood seeped around her neck as her snake glides closer to her.

You hear a choked sob come from your right, watching Jerome fall to his knees. You gasp as you watch him cry, his face paler than before.

You crouch down beside him, not sure what to do. You place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze, hoping any form of contact would help him in any way. Before you register what happened, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and tears on your neck.

You tense at first, but hesitantly fold your arms around his body. He was vulnerable, too vulnerable to a stranger. You had a weird feeling in your stomach (not just the butterflies), that something bad was going to happen soon.

When Jerome came out of the interrogation room with Jim, you watched him walk over to an empty desk in the middle of the Precinct. You made your way over to your partner, immediately falling in line with his steps.

“What did you get out of him?” You asked, making your way with him over to his desk.

“Well, I asked about his mom, and he told me that she kinda slept around.” He explained with a grimace, looking back down at some folders. “But he did say that he loved her a lot; he seemed upset.” He adds on, still filing through the mounds of paperwork on his cluttered desk.

You nodded in response, arms crossed in front of your chest. Your eyes wandered the Police Department until they landed on the ginger in the corner. He still clutched his sweater, a nice red and white flannel under the soft fabric of the navy-blue cashmere.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” Jim interrupts your thoughts, making you blink and look back at him. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, he puts up his hand to stop you. “I see the way you look at him.” He says with a serious face, but if you look hard enough, there’s a hint of a twinge at the corner of his lips. “Go on, kid. Maybe you’ll be able to get more out of him than just flirting.” He teases you, making you smack his arm. Go, he mouths, giving you a look.

You give into it and walk down the small stairs, making a beeline towards him.

You sit down next to him on a small bench, startling him out of his thoughts. He looks up at you from his position, straightening out his back instead of resting his arms on his legs.

“Hey,” His voice was small and short, fitting for someone in his position.

“Hi,” You try to send a soft smile his way, hoping to distract him, even for a little bit. Your eyes scanned his face, admiring his features. His freckles seemed more visible now in the Precinct lighting; his red hair parted to the side perfectly; his mouth looked swollen, maybe he was biting his lips. His waterline on his eyes were faded red from crying. He was still as beautiful with tearstained cheeks.

“I thought I’d come over here and maybe try to distract you or talk to you, instead of listening to the mumbles around this place.” You admit, forcing out a laugh. He lets out a breathy laugh, nodding his head with his eyes locked on the floor. “I know how much it sucks to hear every whisper in this place. I’ve only been working here for a couple of months, but for a police department, there’s a lot of drama.” You laugh, smiling as he joins in.

“Yeah,” He agrees. He looks up at you, finally making eye contact with you. His green eyes shined in the light; they looked expensive. “We only got here a couple of weeks ago, but I heard of all the crazy things that happen in Gotham in the newspapers.” He says, going along with the conversation.

You’re glad he continues it, instead of turning you down and ignoring you. You could never understand how someone could kill a mother to such a nice boy like Jerome. But as much as you liked conversing with the ginger, you couldn’t shake that feeling in your stomach.

As some time went by, you and Jerome got caught up in each other. His smile was so captivating, it made you want to try anything to see it again. You felt almost foolish to fall for some pitiful boy in a murder investigation, especially the victims son.

He seemed to break out of his shell to you, showing the sweet interior of the boy. You would get some weird looks from other cops when they saw you were laughing and smiling with someone who had fallen victim to a murdered mother.

“Was there anything any of her past lovers did that might’ve indicated of their intentions?” You asked him. As much as you love talking to him, you wanted to try and understand more to help him and his situation.

Most of the cops had gone home for the night, specifically Jim and Lee. You knew of their date tonight, so you’d rather not bother them. But you also knew that Jim would’ve wanted you to get at least something out of the red-haired boy.

“I mean.. not that i can think of.” He responded, fiddling with his fingers. Your eyes watched him fidget, that bad pit in your stomach resurfacing. You quickly tried to push it back down.

You nodded your head as a reply, different thoughts clouding your brain. You looked for the big clock on the wall, realizing how late it was. You looked out of the windows, just now noticing the black sky and the city lights on.

“Oh, Jerome, I’m so sorry for keeping you here! I lost track of time, I didn’t realize..” He cut of your rambling.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I had a really good time. Your distraction definitely worked.” He chuckled, the smile on his face making you feel weak.

Only certain desks were filled with people, some on the phone, some talking with others, and most asleep with their head resting on top of the table.

When you looked back at Jerome, you caught him staring at you, but instantly looking away once you saw him. You smile, watching his face start to heat up, looking down at his shoes.

“I can drop you off at your trailer if you’d like?” You offered, truly wanting to get out of this uniform and into bed for the night. He looked up at you, trying to decide what he wanted to do. “Or I can take you back to my place?” You offer. Before he had any sort of reaction, you kept talking. “I mean, I’m not too sure it would be the best idea to go back to the Circus tonight. I can give you a bed and some food.” You rambled on, not wanting the suggestion to come off as anything but friendly. “It’s all up to you.” You add, both of you already knowing this fact, but you wanted to state it verbally.

“That’d be really nice. Thank you, Y/N.” He answered, giving you a smile in return. You send one back, standing up from the bench.

“Let me just grab some things and I’ll be right back.” Jerome nods at your words, watching you walk away from him. You stood at your desk, grabbing your things and a folder or two.

“Alright, you ready?” You stood in front him. Jerome gets up and nods, following you out to your car.

You set your things down on the coffee table, walking over to grab a drink from the fridge.

“You can sit down, grab some food, whatever you need.” You inform Jerome as he stands by the door. He listens, making his way towards you in the kitchen. He grabs a cookie from the jar, taking a bite.

You laugh as you watch the crumbs fall on his sweater. “Sweet tooth?” You tease, screwing the cap back on your drink, leaning against the kitchen island. He chuckles, finishing off the cookie and dusting himself off.

“I saw it and I couldn’t help myself.” He admits, walking beside you and copying your stance. You both stood in comfortable silence, admiring each other without words.

“You’re really beautiful.” He whispers, voicing his thoughts. You couldn’t control the smile that took over your lips, looking down at the counter. “I’m serious.” You look up at him. “Even at such a bad time earlier, when I saw you at the Circus, I was immediately drawn to you.” He reveals, trying to capture your reaction.

“I felt sorry for feeling like this for the son of a case I’m working on, but,” Your words faded as you spoke, not finding any more on your mind.

You’re caught off guard when he leans forward and pressed his lips against yours. You both freeze when he pulls away, looking between his eyes and lips.

Your arms go around his neck as his go around your waist, pulling you both against each other. This was the first time you kissed him, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like you’ve known each other forever with just one kiss.

His fingers dig into your hips, pushing you against his body. His tongue teases your bottom lip, waiting for you to answer. Your fingers pull on his hair, his groan being lost into the mesh of lips. His tongue pushes against yours as he pulls you closer-

RING! RING!

You both break apart fast, your chests heaving with each breath. You both reach for your phones, quickly taking the call instead of talking.

“Hi, Y/N, this is Lee! I was hoping to get you to the GCPD as soon as possible as some evidence for the Valeska case has been found.” She explains. You take a fast glance at the ginger on the other side of the room, making eye contact. “Jim’s currently on the phone with Jerome, so he should be here soon as well.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.” You reply, hanging up the phone and closing it. It’s quiet for a minute before you hear Jerome move.

“Guess we’re heading to the GCPD.” He seemed irritated, his demeanor completely different. You follow him outside and to your car as you head over to your work.

You walked through the entrance, scanning the large room for the two that called you. Jerome followed behind you, watching your line of sight, looking for the detective that called him at such a late hour.

“Alvarez!” You walk down the stairs, catching the man’s attention. He turns around, waiting for you to keep talking. “Where’s Jim and Lee?” You ask, standing in front of him. His eyes get caught on the man behind you, before pointing to the interrogation room.

“They’re in there.” He replies, moving away to go to his desk.

You and Jerome make your way down the hall, standing outside of the door. A policeman guarded it, staring straight forward.

You look back at Jerome. “Why don’t you stay here for now, if that’s okay?” You suggest. He nods, sitting down on the bench as he waits.

You walk past the cop, opening the door and shutting it behind you. “What did you get, Gordon?” You ask, walking further into the room. You saw an older man sitting across from him with a dark red hat and a black suit with a matching red tie. You saw him from a distance earlier that day when he was talking to Jim and Lee, but you didn't know who he was. Jim told you he was blind and that he says he can speak to the dead. Jim seemed less than thrilled about that.

"Ms. Y/L/N." The old man calls out, making you stop walking. You stood beside Jim, sending a confused look to your partner.

“We solved the message Lila sent you. It sent us to Arkham Bridge Park.” Jim reveals, walking over to the older man. Mr. Cicero fiddles with the cane in his hand.

As Jim continues to tell him about Mr. Cicero supposedly protecting someone, you hang on every word he says. As the bad feeling in your stomach grows bigger, Jim gives a look to the officer by the door.

When it opens again, the boy waiting outside came in. As soon as he made eye contact with you, your eyed widened. You knew what Jim was thinking. How could he be serious about this?

“Jerome, you know Mr. Cicero from the Circus.” Jim sits down in his chair. You stood next to him, frozen in place.

“Yes, sir. Hello, Mr. Cicero.” Jerome looks to his left, making your nerves rise. Mr. Cicero greets him back as Jim analyzes them both.

You and Jim both worked differently, but it always worked right. It took a bit of time to get used to, but you both fell into a pattern together. But right now, you’re not sure if you’re even able to open your mouth to breath.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He looks at Jerome. The ginger thinks before asking, “Did you find out who killed my mother?”

“You killed your mother, Jerome.” Jim answers without hesitation.

Your body tenses as that feeling in your gut freezes. Your body felt heavy as you stood still, your breathing slowly picking up. Jim had a strong intuition and evidence; there’s no way he was wrong.

“Me?” Jerome’s voice was a whisper, leaning back in his chair.

“You killed her up on that hill and Mr. Cicero let you clean up in his trailer.” Jim explained further. Every word that came out of your partner’s mouth made you feel sick. “He told you to scratch the satanist symbol on the hatchet and throw it off the bridge.” Jerome looked between Mr. Cicero and Jim in disbelief.

“Sir, that’s absurd and.. offensive.” His voice cracked, making your stomach turn.

“But it’s the truth.” Jim states, staring at him. “What I don’t know is why this man risked so much to help you.” He looked over at the man sitting next to the red-haired boy. “I think he’s your father.”

Jerome’s shoulders fell, pausing before letting out a scoff. He looks between the two men again. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says to Jim. “My father was a sea captain.” Jim looked over at you and Lee, making your jaw clench. You were a great detective, but a case like this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Am I wrong, Mr. Cicero?” Jim looks over at the older man.

“Yes.” He replies with a monotone voice.

“He was a sea captain, his name was Sven Carlson. He died at sea.” Jerome explained further with urgency.

“What was the name of his ship?” Jim asked.

Jerome froze, before replying, “He worked on a lot of different ships.”

Jim shook his head, “The one he went down in.”

Jerome stopped. His shoulders fell as his gaze moved down towards the table. “She never said.” He whispered, looking back up at the detective. He looked over at you, giving you a pleading look.

“We can take a blood test to see if I’m right. Takes only half an hour to get a blood proof result. Isn’t that right, Doctor Tompkins?” He looks over at Lee, watching her respond. “Save yourself a needle.” He adds.

“I do hate needles.” Mr. Cicero replies. Jerome looks over at him, with furrowed brows. “I’m sorry, Jerome.”

“What’re you talking about?” Jerome’s voice was gravely, as if he was on the verge of tears. Your stomach started to hurt, watching all of this unfold. Was he faking?

“I am your father.” The old man reveals.

“No, you’re not. Why would you say that?” Jerome’s tone makes your heart clench. Your jaw tightens as every second goes by, silence being the loudest sound in the room. You thought maybe they could hear your heart beating.

“You must’ve suspected the truth.”

“No, you’re not my father. My mother would never…”

“Your mother was a cruel woman, she was often unkind to me. But she did once love me.” Mr. Cicero interrupts him, his deep voice making the room tense. “And she loved you very much, that’s why she gave you a better father.” He felt around for Jerome’s arm, squeezing his wrist before going back to hold his cane.

Jerome broke out into sobs, his face leaning down towards the table. A lump formed in your throat watching him breakdown. Just a half hour ago, you and Jerome were talking in your apartment. Everything felt right before, it was comfortable. Now you were in an interrogation room with the boy crying and his father admitting to every accusation.

You heard every hiccup that left the boy’s throat, chills enveloping your body. You didn’t know what to do. Should you talk to him? Reach out? Comfort him? Or should you just wait?

His sobs turned to laughing as just seconds went by. Your body stood in shock as he looked up, a cheshire grin taking over his red lips. A single tear fell down his right cheek, looking almost like a painting. You wonder what that masterpiece would be called.

“My mother was a coldhearted whore who never loved anyone. And she would never touch a pathetic old creep like you.” Jerome’s voice was deeper than before, causing a shiver to go down your spine. Was this the actual Jerome?

You watched his eyes as he said each word. When you had met Jerome earlier, you saw something in them from the beginning. You didn’t understand it before, but you did now.

“Did you think I was kind to you because I’m such a good man? If I wasn’t your father, would I have helped you as I had after what you did?” Mr. Cicero retaliated. Jerome glared at him as he spoke.

“My father… hm! Well, I’ll be damned.” He turned towards you and Jim again. “Oh, that’s very funny.” He says, starting to laugh hysterically.

None of the murders or criminals you’ve dealt with so far have ever scared you like this. It wasn’t just the murder of his mother. He played mind games with you, manipulated you into thinking he was a good person. Are all the things he said in your kitchen a lie? Would you be upset if they were?

Jerome mimicked a drum and cymbal sound, doing the gestures with his hands. “Looks like that bitch got me with a zinger in the end.” He glared ahead at Jim, setting his hands down on the table.

“Why did you kill your mother, Jerome?” Jim asked.

“Oh, you know how mothers are…” He waved his fingers, while looking off into the distance. “She just.. kept.. pushing.” He looked back at the detective. “And I’m like, okay mom, be a whore. Be a drunken whore even. But don’t be a nagging drunken whore… ya know?” He smiles. “Don’t come yelling at me to do the dishes if you’ve been banging a clown in the next room!” His hand slammed down on the metal table, making you flinch. “.. ya know?” He starts laughing again, each time getting louder and louder. He was in hysterics, not seeming to stop any time soon.

“Can I talk to him?” You ask, staring straightforward at Jerome. His laughter dies down, but his smile doesn’t fade.

“Y/N, I’m not sure-“

“Jim, I’m going to talk to Jerome.” You found your voice from your dry throat. You stared your partner down until he sighed. He nodded at Lee, resting a hand on her back as she leaves. Jim takes Mr. Cicero out to the Precinct with the other officer at the door. Once the door shuts, you take Jim’s chair and sit across from Jerome.

“Well, Y/N,” His voice was cocky, that wide smile never moving. “I didn’t-“

“Who are you?”

“Huh?” Jerome looks taken back. He blinks, that devilish smile slowly fading. “What are ya talking about, doll?” He sits back, folding his hands on the table in front of him.

“Who are you.” You lean forward, your face serious. You watch his jaw clench, his eyes switching between watching your left or right.

He leans forward, just inches away from your face. “I’m the son of a whore of a mother.” He spits out, each syllable filled with malice. “The poor boy in the Circus that gets beat up by their slut of a mom. I have suffered my whole life under the wing of that useless bitch!” He yells, his eyes screaming with anger. You don’t move from your spot, watching the way he reacts. “I thought it was about time she died anyway. Whether it was gonna be from one of her little toys or me.. guess it didn’t really matter in the end, huh?” A laugh surfaced from his throat, goosebumps forming on your cold skin.

It was silent for a minute or two, trying to find your words. “Was none of what you said real?” You question, taking him off guard again. He backed up an inch and cocked his head.

“What? The things I said to Gordon about loving my mother? Then, no, obviously not.” He states.

“No,” You stare at him, waiting for.. something. You didn’t really know what, you just wanted some type of answer.

“Ohh,” His eyes widened for a second, that nefarious smile forming again. “You’re talking about our little kitchen sesh.” He realizes, grinning from ear to ear. You never take your eyes off of him, wanting an explanation of anything you can get out of him. “That was hot, wasn’t it?”

“Jerome.” You cut him off. Your face felt hot, you didn’t know if you were blushing or embarrassed. Was anyone watching the cameras? Can they hear Jerome?

“Okay, relax, doll.” He smiles, getting up from his laidback position. His face gets closer to yours again, feeling his breath on your lips. “What would you do if I said yes?” His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips.

Your breath caught in your throat, your throat starting to feel dry again. No words came to your mind, all of it enveloped with fog. Jerome captured you in a way you couldn’t explain. His strong eye contact never wavered, seeming to tell you more than his words ever could.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased, laughing. Your jaw clenches, trying to find the right words to use. “Alright, babe, I’ll tell ya.” He sits back in his chair, arms still folded in front of him on the table. “Everything I said was in fact true, dolly.” He says, his eyes never leaving yours. He has a faint smile on his lips, just the corners barely curved upright. “I mean, I can explain to you what we were gonna do before those two idiots called.” He keeps talking before you could say anything. “Well, first, I was gonna tell you to strip-“

“Jerome.” You stop him, taking a glance at the security camera in the top corner of the room. His laughing starts again, filling the silence of the small room. He follows your line of sight and waves at the camera, sending a chilling smile to the people that were watching. Most likely Jim, maybe Lee.

“Is there anything else you have to say before you’re sent to Arkham?” You ask, trying to come off to talk about his mom, but you both knew what you really meant.

“Hmm…” Jerome puts his finger on his chin and looks up, pretending to ponder. “No… no, I don’t think so.” He finally answers, smiling a genuine smile to you. Hopefully, for the last time, he causes a chill down your back.

As two officers rush in to grab him, Jerome laughs hysterically. Each one grabs one of his arms, dragging him out.

“I’ll see you again, Y/N! I’ll be back for you, doll!”

His yells echo through the long hallway, stopping you from moving. His words repeat in your mind over and over again, clouding your brain. You weren’t sure of what Jerome was capable of, and you’re not sure you want to find out.

Why would you let yourself fall for someone like him?

- SEASON 2 -

The Maniax. That’s what they called themselves.

Already, they’ve caused chaos. Throwing people off buildings and hijacking a school bus. People of Gotham were terrified, paranoid to step foot past their front door.

Jim had shown you and the rest of the GCPD of who you were trying to catch earlier that day. He walked up to the projector, clicking a button to turn it on.

“Jerome Valeska, 19, matricide.”

You froze. He broke out? What does that mean for you?

“I’ll see you again, Y/N! I’ll be back for you, doll!”

His last words to you rang like a bell in your mind. Goosebumps filled your skin, your body tensing up immensely. You felt like your body was cemented to the floor, almost not wanting to move.

Was this his plan all along?

“Hey, Y/L/N?” Jim waved a hand in front of your face. Your blinked, noticing how all the cops where at their desks now or running around the precinct. “Are you okay?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

It takes a second for you to answer. “Yeah,” You pause, trying to clear your mind. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You reply, forcing a smile.

Jim quickly sees through it, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I’m not gonna let him get to you, okay? If it comes to it, I’ll let you stay at my place if it makes you feel safe.” He says.

Relief filled your body at his words, but you knew Jerome was going to get to you one way or another. “Thank you, Jim. I’ll let you know.” You send him a smile before waking away to your desk.

Was he really going to find you?

Hours passed from then as you sat at your desk, looking over different files of the Maniax. You wondered how only a group of people managed to break out, but not the others. Every time you flipped a new page or read a different paragraph, all you see is Jerome.

His file sat next to it, reading, in big capital letters: JEROME VALESKA. It distracted you any time you let your mind wander or your eyes peer over to it. Even if you worked on it with Jim, Jerome was your case. You’ll never forget what happened in your kitchen that night of the investigation. Every time you step foot there, you get hit with a wave of the feelings you felt in that moment. It made your heart clench every time.

The little things about him still consumed you. His scent still lingered in the back of your head: a faint apple cinnamon smell. The genuine smile he had on his face when you two talked in your house.

Jerome Valeska has clouded your mind since that day. Ever since you couldn’t shake him from your mind; his captivating eyes, his bright hair, the way his lips felt. The last one was the hardest to get rid of. Every now and then you’d wake up in a cold sweat, guilty from dreaming of kissing the murderer you once held.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang in the office, making you jump out of your seat. Smoke engulfed the precinct, making you cough. Gunshots rang through the air, making you flinch as you guarded your face. You had to think fast as you started to make a run for a closed off room somewhere in the back of the precinct.

You ran down an empty hallway, just a few feet away from an unlabeled door. You made a run for it, jiggling the rusty doorknob. It creaks as you open it, hoping for your life that no one heard. You hadn’t seen who the people that hijacked the GCPD were, too busy on watching all of the dead cops fall on the cold floor. You knew, even as a snap decision, the only good idea was to run. The only figures you saw standing were the ones that were firing.

You close the door behind you, trying your best to be as quiet as possible so the creak wouldn’t echo down the hallway. Your body backed up as you watch all kinds of lights flash outside of the distorted window. Your heartbeat was rapid, feeling as if it was going to rip out of your chest. Your body freezes as it backs up against something.

“Hey, doll.”

Your blood runs cold when you hear his voice. It was like you were back in that interrogation room, questioning why he had done what he did. You felt, at that moment, like your heart truly did tear through your skin. You felt cemented to your spot, too terrified to move incase he’ll do something drastic.

A cold hand wraps around you, pressing his palm against your mouth. You knew better than to scream, a gut feeling that no one would’ve heard you anyway.. if anyone had even survived.

“I told you I’d be back for ya, doll!” His manic laugh rings through the silent room, raising goosebumps on your cold skin.

This wasn’t going to be good..

#jerome valeska #jerome valeska x you #jerome x reader #cameron monaghan x reader #cameron monaghan #jeremiah valeska x you #jeremiah valeska x reader #jeremiah x reader #jeremiah valeska #gotham #gotham jerome #jerome valeska smut #jerome valeska x reader

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Creator Spotlight: @scottlava

Scott Campbell has illustrated numerous children’s books, including SKULLS!, Sleepy the Goodnight Buddy, and Zombie In Love. He was author/illustrator of the much-loved HUG MACHINE. He enjoyed a long career in video games, where he art directed the critically acclaimed game Psychonauts and Brutal Legend for Double Fine Productions. Great Showdowns is his ongoing online series. Scott’s work has appeared in galleries and publications around the world. You can see more of his work at ScottC.com.

Check out our interview with Scott below!

How did you get your start in art, and more specifically, with Great Showdowns?

I went to art school in San Francisco and have been painting, making comics, and designing video games ever since with Double Fine Productions. The Great Showdowns began at the first Crazy 4 Cult exhibition at Gallery 1988 in Los Angeles back in 2007, an exhibition of artwork inspired by the cult classics of cinema. The first 10 little paintings were intended to be snack-sized pieces for people to easily collect. They began with perhaps the most iconic of wild west showdowns from A Fistful of Dollars with Clint Eastwood. I pulled some of my favorite moments from films like Ghostbusters, Predator, Exorcist, and Planet of the Apes and placed them all in simple little dust-colored squares as if they were in the dirt streets of a wild west town. They began as good versus evil but grew to all kinds of showdowns between people and objects and often moments of great love between people. I started a tumblr for them a few years later, and I have been posting them ever since. We have published three Great Showdown books and have had 3 solo exhibitions along with worldwide scavenger hunts. There are over a thousand of them up on the site by now, and i do not plan on stopping any time soon.

Which 3 famous artists (dead or alive) would you invite to your dinner party?

I would like to gather Jim Henson, Walt Disney, and Richard Scarry together for dinner and chats. They have all created my favorite and most joyful worlds. I think we would have some of the most delightful chats.

What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

I love collage, but every time I try it, I get frustrated and just quit. Someday I will get into it when my kids are old enough to really mess around with various mediums. I plan to have boxes of textiles and magazines for them to just annihilate.

What does your work set up look like?

Oh, it’s just a table with an old mug for water and an old plate for my watercolors and not much else. I share a studio with a bunch of very inspiring people who make wonderful things, from fabricated creatures to VR experiences and films. I have probably the simplest little area in the space. I do have an old oak flat file that I love to look at.

Advice you would give to an aspiring creator?

The biggest thing I would push upon everyone would be to not fret about one’s visual style. The style will grow and present itself as you experiment with mediums and expose yourself to various cultural delights. Just have fun and try all kinds of things.

What is one interaction you had from a fan of yours that has stuck with you over the years?

I gave a game design presentation many years back on a game I had art directed at the time called Brutal Legend at a game conference in Leeds. The game followed a roadie to the age of metal in the land of metal, with demons and chrome volcanoes and hot rods growing from the ground, and rivers of happy and cheering fans. After the talk, I spoke with someone whose work I had seen in earlier portfolio reviews at the conference. She was very shy but incredibly talented. She came up to me after the talk feeling pretty emotional and inspired to the point of tears and sobbing. It was probably the most extreme reaction I have ever gotten from someone, and it touched me deep down in my guts. That’s why we make things! To bring on the tears!

From video games, to illustrations, and children's books, you've worked on many projects. What was the most challenging, yet rewarding one?

Video games take an enormous amount of work over a long period of time and rely on the skills and talent of many like-minded people. It is sometimes difficult to corral such an effort, but it is incredibly rewarding to see it all come together to create such epic worlds. That said, though, children’s books are very enjoyable in a cozy way. It’s just me right there working on a world and all the pressure is on me. I cannot rely on all the talented people around me to make it look great.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

I love perusing old fashion and film blogs and artists like Bob Jinx and Neil Sanders and collections like Its Colossal.

Thanks for stopping by, Scott! Be sure to check out the Great Showdowns over at @scottlava!

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #scott campbell #great showdowns

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STAR STATIONARY - Modern!Anakin x Reader

(!teaser!)

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` You start your new job as a receptionist today, and it seems like you're already making friends. A blonde boy in particular. How sweet. this is a teaser for the star stationary series in the works, I wanted to get something out for you guys, feedback is welcome :) enjoy!

!Warnings! None atm, Angst to come, and fluff tho

wc ` 585

notes ! this is inspired by characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office.

Ding! The elevator finally chimed, indicating your arrival at your new employer. 'Finally!' You thought to yourself, arms crowded with your personal belongings, readily available to decorate your new desk. You were the only person who applied for the boring office job as a receptionist. It was average pay, at a failing company so you figured, it would be okay just for a while. Much to your dismay, as the elevator doors slid open, it revealed the cheap cafe a couple floors below the office. A young man stood outside of the double doors. Tall, dirty blonde, glasses, and absolutely beautiful. If your arms weren't shaking earlier, they definitely were now, along with your knees.

He shyly scooted into the elevator, as if it was full, leaving about an inch or two of space between the both of you. The elevator ride was near silent. Small shuffles and the faint drumming of whatever song was blaring in his headphones was the only white noise to accompany the deafening silence. You peered over at him a couple times through your peripherals, and at some point, you swore you saw him take a glance at you too.

The elevator was coming to a stop, the poor old thing jerked as it completed its job, causing you to stumble out of your carefully modified stance to accommodate the weight in your arms, and drop several nicknacks and papers. How embarrassing. Thankfully, the blonde boy dropped to his knee to retrieve your items, as you profusely apologized for causing a mess. The elevator doors pry open with a screech revealing the carpeted floors and yellow tinted cream walls of the office space. He picks up one last decoration from your collection and holds it up in front of his blue eyes, inspecting with a slight smirk.

"You like Star Wars?" He cocked his eyebrow, meeting your eyes, as the both of you step out of the elevator before it closes. The office was lit with a white light, flickering ever so slightly overhead. Fake potted plants stood at entrances. Desk cluttered on top and around each nook and cranny.

"Um," You hesitate. Was it stupid to be into that kind of thing nowadays? "Yeah. It's one of my favorites." you say hurriedly. He dangles the Yoda charm a moment longer before placing it in an empty coffee mug you were holding onto for dear life with your pinky.

"Me too." He flashes a quick smile and asks if you need help, which you decline. He carries on, walking to a door near the backside of the space. You set your stuff down with a thud on your new desk. A bigger than usual semi-circle, right near the entrance, with accompanying desk to the right of it. You pull out your pens, highlighters, notepads, stickers, everything you brought to personalize your space. Taking your time, even color coding the order of your pens, you wait. What was there to do? What was your task. The phone rang. You look around in a panic, what do you say? Almost as if heaven had sent an angel your way, the blonde guy from earlier returns with a mug in hand. A Star Wars logo branded the front of it. Cute.

He sees your distress and you nod towards him. He makes his way over to you, leaning over your shoulder to grab the telephone. "Hello. Thank you for calling Star Stationary Company, my name is Anakin. How can I help you today?"

Notes ` OMG OMG OMG OMG YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS, but anyway I know this is super short but there's just so much in my brain rn, actual brain rot its crazy. The first chapter is going well, its wc is 2k as of right now, i plan to top it off around 10k or so. we'll see. The support has been amazing I love you! <3

tags ` @darthgloris

#anakin skywalker x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars x reader

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Due South Fic Recs

Academic Punk by TheHoyden (RayK/Fraser): The quintessential college professor AU

Busted & its sequel Tapestry by JiM: A year after CoTW, and a life-changing experience, Ray goes back to Canada

Like a House on Fire by @bethbethbeth01 & kelliem (RayK/Fraser): “In the immortal words of Yogi Berra, ‘It’s deja vu all over again.’”

With Six You Get Eggroll by @cesperanza (RayK/Fraser): The story of how Ray & Fraser ended up with six kids.

Ray Is Not Actually Graphing The History Of His Relationship With Fraser–That Would Be Pathetic, And Ray Is Not Pathetic–But If He Was Graphing It, Even Just In His Own Stressed-Out, Messed-Up Brain, It Might Look Something Like This by sprat (RayK/Fraser): The sex has never not been good. That is not the confusing part of Ray-and-Fraser. They are naturals at the sex; the sex is their friend. If there was some kind of sexathalon, the two of them would be All-State, trophy-winning champs.

Like a House on Fire by Beth H (bethbethbeth): "In the immortal words of Yogi Berra, 'It's deja vu all over again.'"

Ping by Speranza: I am not the only person here who wants a do-over.

Tip, Slide, Tumble by j_s_cavalcante: Ray knew when he found the body in the alley it was going to change someone's life. He just didn't expect that life would be his.

All the Comforts of Home by rattlecatcher: post-CotW

Family Portrait by Journey [archived by dsa_archivist]: A slightly AU Ray Kowalski meets Constable Benton Fraser.

This Is Us Series by AuKestrel: how was the decision reached between Kowalski and Fraser to embark on the quest for the Hand of Franklin?

Near Wild Heaven Series by AuKestrel: This was, almost literally, the first thing I wrote, and certainly the first long thing I ever wrote. (Coming to Terms was the first "short" story I wrote and posted.) I worked on this off and on for over a year and did not write it in any kind of linear fashion. The first part was actually finished last, in part because I was stuck in getting them to a plausible misunderstanding that was necessary for the plot (such as it was). It's rough, and could have done with more work, although I did fix a lot of the (popular at the time, I swear!) dialect.

I'm posting it in part because I had SUCH a great time writing it (in fact, there are still parts of it that make me laugh), because I learned so much by/while writing it, and also because it's sort of "historical": a lot of the tropes in dS fandom did not exist when this was written (hard to believe, but there were only 27 F/K stories on Hexwood when I came into the fandom, and only about 5 of those had any kind of M/M sex!), and I thought it would be fun for other people to see how we earlier writers managed such things as tropes before they were tropes. But, in essence, you are about to read a "first novel," with all the alarm bells that ought to ring in your head.

Hawks and Hands by Dira Sudis (dsudis): Eighteen sex scenes strung together with angst and hockey.

Finding the Words by Berty: When luck finally runs out, who's there to pick up the pieces?

Wildly Courteous Ways by Starfish [archived by dsa_archivist]: A new assignment has Ray worried until Fraser steps in to help.

When the Ice Goes Out by Kellie Matthews [archived by dsa_archivist]: Long past CotW, Fraser and Ray K. discover that life both it and isn't as simple as it seems.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Wolves by Penelope Whistle [archived by dsa_archivist]: From stake-out to make-out.

Unguarded Protectorate by Bone [archived by dsa_archivist], Mairead Triste [archived by dsa_archivist]: Smut and angst. This story was previously published in the zine SERGE PROTECTOR.

Somewhere Else to Be by Kellie Matthews [archived by dsa_archivist]: This is an AU. Fraser's not a Mountie, Ray's not a cop, but as someone once said, things once linked remain that way. In any universe, they are meant to be partners.

The Reaching Out One by Alex51324: (AO3 account required) It's ten years after the events of CoTW (in other words, the present day). After the Quest, Fraser and Ray went back to their regular lives--

The Course by Bone [archived by dsa_archivist], Aristide [archived by dsa_archivist]: Randomness. Inevitability. Smut.

If It Walks Like A Duck . . . by Beth H (bethbethbeth): When an old friend of Ray Kowalksi's returns to Chicago, it takes almost no time at all for her to draw the obvious - and erroneous - conclusion about Ray and his "partner."

Genesis by kalena: In the beginning, Ray Kowalski meets Benton Fraser, geologist and volcano cowboy, in Hawaii. AU.

#ds30below #fic rec #due south #ray kowalski #benton fraser #rayk x fraser

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Flirting and Feelings(Rise! Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: Hate this with all my heart. I can't write. Going to scream. This was going to be so much longer, but if I have to spend any more time on it, I'm going to rip my hair out. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: bad writing, emotions, Leo gets really anxious for a minute there

Words: 1485

Summary: ROTTMNT Leo decided to boldly flirt but the reader thinks he's making fun of them.

Leo keeps his gaze on the human in the doorway, a dreamy look in his eyes as he watches them laugh with Mikey in the kitchen. It was hard for Leo to stay silent, wanting nothing more than to go up to his crush friend and start talking to them. Being able to only watch the two talk, the two cook, hurt. Leo had talked to Mikey earlier to confirm they didn’t each have a crush on the same person, Leo almost giddy with joy when Mikey denied feeling any romantic attraction towards (Y/n). Leo was confident Mikey remembered the plan, Mikey having felt bad for Leo’s inability to converse with his crush. All Leo needed to do was wait for the signal, and he could go talk to (Y/n). Alone. Leo gulped, taking in a deep breath trying to calm his nerves. He’d have to wait for them to put whatever they were making into the oven first anyway, he had time. He just had to memorize what to say.

Leo looks back to his phone, a light dust of red across his snout and spreading to his cheek bone refuses to fade, the anticipation making his heart beat furiously. The wikiHow article wasn’t the most helpful, but it was better than Donnie’s advice.(He appreciated it, but Leo had the feeling that ignoring (Y/n) and not talking to them at all wouldn’t help.) The only thing that resonated with Leo was to flirt. Leo was confident he could do that, and most likely do it well. Leo was the face man after all, smooth talking was his thing!

Leo’s head perks up once more as he hears the shut of the oven, Mikey saying something to (Y/n) Leo couldn’t quite hear. Leo watches carefully as Mikey exits the kitchen with his hands behind his back, whistling the opening tune to the Jupiter Jim 8 episode mini series: The Galactic 7. Mikey winks at Leo before going down one of the many adjoined tunnels in the lair, leaving Leo’s sight. Leo beams, his hands tapping his thighs nervously. The whistling tune was the signal, he had around 30 minutes to go do what he wanted. A romantic confession between two people who were certainly destined to fall in love. At least, that’s what Leo hoped.

Swallowing his fear, Leo stands up and rubs his sweaty palms on his bike shorts, making his way to the kitchen. Knocking slightly on the wooden cabinet by the entrance to alert them to his presence, Leo shoots (Y/n) the smuggest grin he could muster. (Y/n) gives Leo a small wave return, acknowledging him before returning back to their phone. Leo’s confidence crumbles slightly at this, having wanted a more definite confirmation that he was welcome in their presence. Leo shrugs it off though, his wide grin still plastered on his face despite the vice around his chest.

Leo leans against the island counter, drumming his knuckles against the hard surface. (Y/n) glances at Leo, their eyes scanning his as they attempt to decipher what the turtle mutant was doing. Leo picks up one of his hands, halting the small rhythm being beaten into the faux wood surface and gives (Y/n) a small wave. Leo’s face softens as the human rolls their eyes, chuckling softly. The butterflies tormenting his stomach calm slightly, his chest filling with air once more.

“You feeling okay?” The sudden sound of their voice makes Leo jump slightly, the haze lifting off his brain. Leo lets out a small laugh, a brighter, softer smile replacing the previous smug one.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you have a Band-aid though?” Leo’s confidence quickly returns as he asks his question, his brain staticky as he tries to keep his hands from shaking. This was it. He was going to tell them. Sure, he was going to tell them through a dorky pick-up line, but tell them nonetheless.

(Y/n) shifts in their position, putting their phone on the island as they pat their pockets. They frown slightly, looking up at Leo with concern that made his heart melt. “Nope, sorry. Do you need me to run to the bathroom to get you one?”

Leo just about died at that, feeling touched they cared enough to offer to go get one for him. He felt slightly guilty now, knowing he wasn’t actually injured. “No, it’s fine. I just scraped my knees when I fell for you.” Leo accompanies the delivery of the line with a wink, a small blush adorning his face once more. It felt off to Leo, he knew he said it wrong. It didn’t flow out of his mouth the way he wanted it to, and he felt his chest tighten up again. Leo scans their face, his bright smile seeming more nervous as he awaits (Y/n)’s response.

And waited.

Leo’s smile falls completely at (Y/n)’s reaction, or lack thereof, as he starts twiddling with his fingers laughing nervously. (Y/n)’s face is blank, their forefinger tapping the counter as they look at Leo with their eyebrows furrowed. Leo didn’t understand. He expected a reaction at the very least, not judging silence. Leo chewed on the inside of his cheek, laughing nervously as he opened his mouth to speak. “Hey, look I’m-”

“Don’t say something you don’t mean.”

Leo’s taken aback by their sudden words, their face not changing from the annoyed look. Leo sinks slightly at the interruption, not knowing how to respond. “Excuse me?”

(Y/n) sighs, their body shifting to lean on their right arm while their left hand pinches the bridge of their nose in frustration. They let out a tired sigh, and Leo’s heart sinks into his stomach. Leo didn’t understand what he did wrong. Were they mad at him? Why was their first thought that Leo was lying? Did they really dislike Leo this much?

“The pick-up line. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” They finally clarified, their arms now crossed. Leo pats his thighs awkwardly, feeling stupid and pathetic. How did he mess up so badly he made the one person he finally loved believe his feelings were a joke? Leo regretted trying, regretted not listening to Donnie. Maybe this all would’ve gone better if Leo just ignored his feelings until they disappeared.

Leo racks his brain, trying to find the best way to explain why he did what he did. In the end, only four simple words popped out. “I meant every word.”

(Y/n) gives Leo a look he can’t quite decipher, his mask mimicking furrowing eyebrows as he scans them. (Y/n) visibly chews on their cheek, huffing slightly. “Do you mean it?”

Leo nods, swallowing nervously as his fingers tap out a nonsensical rhythm into the counter. (Y/n)’s face finally has a smile, small chuckles falling from their lips. (Y/n) reaches their hand out, setting it on top of Leo’s own shaking appendage. Leo’s eyes softened, his face one of worry but it was starting to settle. Leo meets (Y/n)’s eyes, trying to figure out the meaning of anything (Y/n) was doing.

“I like you too, Leo.”

Leo freezes at this, his brain frying for a moment as he processes (Y/n)’s words. They like him back. They like him back. Leo’s face finally breaks from the stress filled gaze as a large smile kicks his frown out of place. Leo pats the counter, his brain buzzing with excitement. Leo rounds the island while (Y/n) watches with a smile, a loud laugh coming from their mouth when Leo pulls them into a tight hug. Leo feels their arms wrap around him, their hands resting in the middle of his carapace. Leo was shaking slightly, his brain running a mile a minute as he held (Y/n) close. (Y/n) pats Leo’s back, pushing him off slightly as they let out an awkward laugh. Leo lets go, an embarrassed blush tinting his green cheeks red. Leo pats his thighs twice, looking around the kitchen to avoid (Y/n)’s gaze.

“So….” Leo starts, still avoiding (Y/n)’s eyes. Leo watches them lean their back against the wall, the dopey grin on (Y/n)’s face making Leo’s heart flutter. (Y/n) motions one of their hands in a circle, prompting Leo to continue. “Would you like to become my partner?”

(Y/n) snorts at this, laughing at his choice in wording. The human flashes Leo a wide smile, looking at Leo endearingly. “In crime, or romantic? Because both are a yes.”

Leo quickly pulls (Y/n) into another hug, rambling on and on about how happy he was, his voice loud as he cheers. (Y/n) just hugs Leo back and lets him ramble, happy to be in the moment.

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✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

I was tagged by:

@colourme-feral (here);

@lurkingshan (here);

@dribs-and-drabbles (here);

@ranchthoughts (here);

@chickenstrangers (here).

Thanks for tagging me, sweeties! 🥰 Hope the new year is treating you well. 😍

Apologies for being a bit late with this, but after I got back from my 2023 year-end break there was a ton of stuff to attend to, with deadlines suddenly looming much closer than they had seemed looking through eggnog goggles. 👀

But anyway I have a bit of time before the next deadline, so I'm going to use this window to try and summarize my 2023 on Tumblr. 😁 (Some of the posts referenced below may not fall into the definition of "edit/gifset/analysis" but that's just me being honest: my output on Tumblr is definitely a bit of a mixed bag! 🤣)

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✨JANUARY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A meme summarizing Greta Thunberg's epic takedown of toxic masculizard Andrew Tate, with the help of Jerry's Pizza boxes, Elon unbanning Andrew on Twitter, and the domino effect:

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FAVORITE POST – Of course it's something to do with Bad Buddy. 🤣 I posted about my experience viewing Bad Buddy's corner at the GMMTV Exhibition in Osaka, with photos and write‑ups about actual wardrobe and props that appeared in BBS (especially Baseball Mom and the Ep.12 memory board! 🤩):

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✨FEBRUARY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A write-up about Jim and Li Ming's confrontation in Moonlight Chicken. More than just a teen-versus-(surrogate)-parent argument, the scene was also an insight into elder/junior dynamics and the importance of self-control in Thai culture:

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FAVORITE POST – Oh don't make me choose between my kids! It's a toss-up: the more popular one is a Bad Buddy post about the pause before PatPran's second kiss on the rooftop in BBS Ep.5 (yes, THE Kiss™):

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But also sharing the Feb 2023 favorite spot in my heart is a post about GMMTV producer/director cameos (in My School President and other series) and what they might mean beyond the show:

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✨MARCH 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was written after Michelle Yeoh won a SAG Award for Best Actress and was nominated for an Oscar in the same category. I thought most of her newer fans wouldn't be aware of Tan Sri Dato' Seri Michelle's death-defying stuntwork (I'm really not exaggerating here) during her earlier years as an action hero in 80s and 90s Hong Kong moviedom, so I wrote a piece about it:

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If you've not watched the video linked therein yet, you should. And then carefully pick your jaw up off the floor (as I had to, the first time I watched this). Not to give too much away, but it involves Michelle riding a motorbike helmetless atop a rickety Malaysian train carriage with no safety measures at all. 👀

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FAVORITE POST – My favorite post for March 2023 is about the characters' names in Moonlight Chicken, and it's so long I had to break it into two parts. (Whenever it's an Aof show, you can usually expect the characters' names to carry some significance, as was the case with Last Twilight and Bad Buddy too.) So Part 1 of the Moonlight Chicken post is about the names in general, what they mean for their characters and any relevance they might have for the narrative:

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And Part 2 of my favorite post for March 2023 is about Wen's name, with a detour into political color symbolism in Moonlight Chicken:

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✨APRIL 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST AND FAVORITE POST – It's the same post doing double duty, about the prevalence of the chue len Korn as a character name in Thai dramas:

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There aren't that many actors named Korn, so I found it quite befuddling that so many characters would have that name, but there you go. And "Korn Kob" Songsit Rungnopakunsi was ultimately crowned king of the Korn harvest: 😂

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✨MAY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – Our Skyy 2 x My School President's red-hot comment on Thai politics, with Principal Ratchanee (Gun's mom) announcing a subversion of the election process:

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FAVORITE POST – My favorite post in May 2023 was a look at linguistic wordplay on some t-shirts in Moonlight Chicken, touching on the themes of generational change, eggplants, etymology and cute little weiners:

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✨JUNE 2023✨

Well! Our Skyy 2 dropped its Bad Buddy episodes beginning 31 May 2023, so June 2023 was dominated by BBS for me. 😍

MOST POPULAR POST – A (sort-of) review and analysis of the Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars episodes:

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FAVORITE POST – Do I really have to choose? Top of my own list is the most popular post above, but I'm going to list another one that was just a Phupha-whisker away in second place, and it's the OS2 x BBS filming locations:

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I love research and analysis, and tracking down the Bad Buddy filming locations was especially fulfilling because it combined the opportunity for me to exercise my bloodhound instincts and also find out more about this show that I love so much. (The locations were not very well-credited in the original BBS, unlike later GMMTV offerings, so it was very satisfying hunting down mystery BBS locales based almost solely on visual clues.) I've got almost the whole list of BBS locations now, although I've yet to post the last few (which are minor locations only).

So I'm very proud of the work I've done on identifying the BBS filming locations – and also a little alarmed at how powerful Google plus a bit of logical deduction can be.

Stay safe on the Internet people! Don't ever reveal too much private information about yourself, because my time doing this and other location posts has shown me that online info can all be tracked down and consolidated to identify what might have seemed to be pretty well-hidden at the start. Which bodes ominously for privacy and safety, online or off. 👀

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✨JULY 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – A write-up about Bad Buddy's Nong Nao, Pat's beloved comfort object. But in the unraveling of Nong Nao's significance to BBS (and this was surprising to me too) we got further insight into Pat's character as well:

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FAVORITE POST – OK, so the Nong Nao post above is quite my favorite for July 2023, but it also shares that spot atop my list of faves with this reply to a Bad Buddy Ask from @pandasmagorica about Pat and Pran's emotionally-laden verbal zingers on the Ep.5 rooftop, before they took that step forward beyond the point of no return and fell into The Kiss™:

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It's not just about how well the dialogue was written, or how well Ohm and Nanon brought the scene to life. Part of why this post is special to me is because the scene demonstrates how well-crafted BBS actually is, with an underlying logic and consistency that holds up no matter how hard you prod and poke at it (which, for the record, wasn't quite the case for OS2 x BBS). When you can analyze the characters, their actions and reactions in-depth as though they are real people with real motivations, and no inauthenticity shows through, you know there's been a whole lot of deep-rooted work sunk into it. I'm still in awe of what Khun Noppharnach has wrought. 👀

But there's another reason why this post is also one of my faves, and it's rather more personal.

It's because this Ask is the first one where @pandasmagorica lifted the Anon veil to use his own Tumblr name. And that was when I felt I'd made a new friend right here on Tumblr. 😍 I'm actually quite reticent in real-life, so I don't make friends easily – but I do treasure the friendships I have once made (even though I can be pretty bad at staying in touch; doesn't mean the feelings aren't there still – far from it). I'd learnt to recognize @pandasmagorica's voice even when his Asks were anonymous, and this particular Ask made my heart swell with happiness. So even though we haven't communicated directly in some time, dear @pandasmagorica, please know that you're still a treasured friend to me! 💖

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✨AUGUST 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a bit of throwaway fluff, an assembling of images pointing out the visual similarity between a promotional poster for Only Friends (on the same day as the show's debut, which was 12 August 2023) and a poster for the iconic 1990s sitcom Friends:

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Image posts and zingy hot takes always garner likes and reblogs so much more easily than long, thought-driven essays on Tumblr, especially when they ride on a wave of hype (as this one did, on the absolute tsunami welling for Only Friends). Doesn't mean the post or the series are really anything of substance though! 😂

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FAVORITE POST – I have more than one in August 2023, and they were momentous for me. 🤩 The first is my analysis (loving, yet incontrovertibly loopy to the point of near-lunacy) explaining my finding why Director Aof put the incongruous Baseball Mom t-shirt on Pat in Bad Buddy Episode 5. If you've not read the explanation yet, the answer will surprise you:

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There's also a Part 2, because as usual I had so much to say, and this second part explains why PatPran's Ep.7 rooftop encounter is also a parallel with (and counterbalance for) the Epic Rooftop Kiss in Ep.5.

Anyway, my other favorite post for August 2023 is also dear to me because it points out some very clever visual rhetoric in Be My Favorite that was carefully woven into a particular scene, taking up the clarion call for marriage equality in Thailand:

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Screenwriter/director Waa Waasuthep Ketpetch really piled on the magic into this one scene. It was fun to pick it apart and look at all the different elements, within what was otherwise an only somewhat complex and not too challenging series (that still managed to be highly entertaining nonetheless). 😍

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✨SEPTEMBER 2023✨

My MOST POPULAR POST and my FAVORITE POST are one and the same, which was an apology to any legitimate Tumblr user I might have blocked (as were facing yet another onslaught of porn bots with believable names suddenly following our Tumblr blogs):

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I then got a few snarky comments (from people whose names I didn't recognize) letting me know that people whom I've blocked can't read the post. 😮

But that's not exactly true (this is Tumblr after all). 🤣

I've since found out that if you've been blocked, you can still view the blog that blocked you, as long as you read it in blog view but not dashboard view.

If you've been blocked, here are some salient points to know:

You can't search for that blog on Tumblr (but Tumblr's search function is pretty much rubbish anyway, and you can still find the blog with a Google search).

If you know the name of the blog, then typing the URL (in the address bar) using blog view format (as opposed to dashboard view format) will still bring you there. For the difference between blog view and dashboard view (using my own Tumblr as an example) – typing telomeke.tumblr.com into the address bar will take you to my Tumblr in blog view, while typing tumblr.com/telomeke into the address bar will open my blog in dashboard view. You can still view my Archive (if I haven't hidden it) and read my posts, even if I've blocked you.

This one should be obvious – you can't like, comment on or reblog any of a blog's posts if that blog has blocked you. You can't DM that blog either. You can send Asks, but they will not be received. And that's part of the delicious irony that Tumblr bestows if you block any hater troll from your blog – you can continue posting everything that set them off in the first place, and they will still be able to see it, but they can no longer send any negativity your way. (You can also troll them back with impunity, but why waste precious time and energy like that? You won't know if they've seen your trolling, just that they can. 🤷‍♂️)

Asking to be unblocked is a bit trickier if you've been mistaken for a bot and inadvertently blocked. You'll need to ask a friend with a Tumblr account to request the unblocking on your behalf, or you'll need to set up a new Tumblr account just to send in this new Ask/message.

Anyway, the point of my post above was to let newbies know how important it is to humanize your blog, so as not to be mistaken for a bot and blocked – it would be especially rueful if the blog that blocked you (thinking you were a bot) was one you followed because you liked the content in there!

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✨OCTOBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a jokey review of/(slash)/reaction to the newly-released Red Peafowl trailer:

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FAVORITE POST – @pandasmagorica sent me an Ask about PatPran's sex life in Bad Buddy, and this was a fun look at the physical side of their love (that they, and Director Aof, kept mostly hidden from view):

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Because BBS is extremely self-referential, part of me now thinks they kept so much of PatPran's sex life under wraps in order to squeak by the ratings – this is what the cookout scene with Junior in Ep.11 seems to be telling us, IMO.

And they succeeded in getting a 13+ age rating, allowing Bad Buddy's message about LGBTQ+ positivity and growing into your authentic queer self to reach exactly the audience demographic that needs it (and of course even beyond them too 😊).

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✨NOVEMBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – This was a look at the meanings of Mhok and Day's names in Last Twilight:

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FAVORITE POST – I'm cackling with fairy godfather glee because I got to inflict the warm fuzzies on people in the Bad Buddy fandom, by helping them relive their first time watching The Epic Rooftop Kiss in BBS Ep.5 (on the two-year anniversary of that event).

YouTuber "Chib" had put together an absolutely genius montage of a myriad reaction videos to The Kiss™, and my post was simply a link to it. But the ensemble of gasps and outpouring of unbridled emotion onscreen had so vividly brought back memories of my own first time watching PatPran's rooftop moment that I just knew I had to share it. I think Bad Buddy fans who watch the video will absolutely see themselves in it:

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✨DECEMBER 2023✨

MOST POPULAR POST – The Sign really happened in a big way when December 2023 came around, and my most popular post is testament to that. I wrote about the naga and garuda mythology underpinning the narrative (hat tip to @respectthepetty for getting the ball rolling 👍) and the subject seems to have resonated with a lot of viewers because the post is still getting notes a month later:

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But the post above really should be read in tandem with others that followed, because the series is really going all in with the naga and garuda, and there's lots to take away if you're a culture and linguistics fiend like I am. Additional info linked below: 🤩

Evil jellyfish (Tharn's pet name for Phaya, a mistranslation of the Thai แมงกะพรุนไฟ that actually means fire jellyfish, which is a nod at the flames of the garuda);

Nong Khai, naga fireballs and the dance of adversaries;

More naga and garuda references in Ep.4 (although the storytelling had become a bit muddled by then).

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The props, lighting and wardrobe are also playing their part to add to the visual feast of naga and garuda references. I may post more about these if I can find the time. 🤩

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FAVORITE POST – All the above (Signposts? 😂) are dear to me. But tying with them for top spot on my favorites list at the end of 2023 is this one, a tongue-in-cheek look at QL objects of carnal affection:

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Not meant to be taken seriously (and maybe I shouldn't have been focusing on the actors themselves instead of the characters they play) but it's all in the name of good fun. 🤣

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And that's a wrap! 🥳

Dunno who to tag next because I'm so late with this, and I think everyone will have already played by now. So I'm just going to tag creators at random (excluding those already tagged above) – if you've already done your post, please send me a link because I'd love to read (and re-read) what you've done!

@waitmyturtles

@grapejuicegay

@neuroticbookworm

@airenyah

@absolutebl

@williamrikers

@wen-kexing-apologist

@respectthepetty

@pandasmagorica

@recentadultburnout

@visualtaehyun

@inventedfangirling

@dimplesandfierceeyes

@bengiyo

@befuddledcinnamonroll

@btwinlines

@twig-tea

@blmpff

@hereforlou

@solitaryandwandering

@brazilian-whalien52

@hughungrybear

@callipigio

@dudeyuri

@kattahj

@jemmo

@non-binarypal7

@lovelyghostv

@isaksbestpillow

@shortpplfedup

@rythyme

@squeakygeeky

@starryalpacasstuff

Apologies if I've missed anyone out – if I've ever liked and/or reblogged a post of yours, please know that you're special to me too and do feel free to play along. (And do tag me please, so I can read your post! 😍)

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P.S. This site (JetBlackCode) is super-helpful in searching for and filtering your posts: 👍

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bbcghostsupdates · 11 months

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Ghosts series 5 update!

Earlier today (or yesterday as it’s gone midnight in the uk) Jim confirmed the area of September where ghosts will haunt us one more time!

Jim replied to a fan and said “Mid September”

Personally thinking 15th September which would mean Ghosts is on Fridays as it was last year

What do you all think? 👻🤍

#bbc ghosts #sixidiots #ben willbond #mathew baynton #larry rickard #simon farnaby #jim howick #martha howe douglas #charlotte ritchie #kiell smith bynoe #lolly adefope #them there

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superwholockian93 · 8 months

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Ah something about these colours in the same frame

Why these shots

Why these shots!!! I'm in your walls SNW!!! I have seen the GIFs but it is still unbelievable to see them pan to her reaction [Knowing smile!!!]

First Officer James T. Kirk really just looks at everyone like they are the most interesting thing that needs all his attention! Like he is so pleased to know them like earlier with La'An and Uhura!

A team that is fully aware and every now and then inculcates lore into this actual, official series, won't that same team know that this is a Vulcan kiss?!!!!

Why did they sit down looking at each other

Baby take your eyes off him. You'll drill a hole

Also, Jim was across the bar from him earlier. Now, Spock is right next to him :) This whole scene was very HIMYM to me

#star trek #spirk #star trek snw #captain kirk #spock #nyota uhura #Ethan Peck's deep voice at frustrating #I wouldn't mind if Uhura and Sam ed up together #Spock's frustrating line is esp funny when one remembers his hatred for Sam's used glasses and crumbs #but then again this show full on human kisses between vulcans so...

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Season 1, Episode 10 - Asylum

Series Masterlist

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The boys and I were currently back at my Indiana safehouse where I dropped Quinn off. We decided to come back up north as my bike was here and to save on money for motels. Dean and I were at the dining table which was on the living room, Dean flipping through his dads journal and I was looking for new cases on my laptop.

Sam was on the couch, making calls to see if anyone heard from our dads. "No, Dad was in California last we heard from him and F/N was in Texas last Y/N heard from him" Sam says into the phone. "We just thought that they usually go to you for munitions, maybe you've seen them in the last few weeks. Just call us if you hear anything...Thanks" He finishes and hangs up.

"Caleb hasn't heard from them?" Dean asks. "Nope. Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim" Sam responds. "What about the journal? Any leads in there?" He asks and Dean shakes his head. "No. Same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out" Dean says.

"Let me see" I gesture for him to give me the book and he hands me the journal. I scan a couple pages and scoff a bit, "I love your dad but I swear, he writes like frigging Yoda" I mumble and Dean chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, maybe we should call the feds. File missing persons reports" Sam suggests.

"We talked about this. Dad and F/N would be pissed if we put the feds on their tails" Dean says shaking his head and Sam scoffs. His phone starts to ring "I don't care anymore. After all that happened back in Kansas..." Sam starts and Dean gets up to grab his phone. "I mean, they should've been there. You said it so yourself, Y/N" Sam turns to look at me and I sigh.

"Dean, you tried to call him and nothing" Sam adds. "I know" Dean grunts looking for his phone that's still ringing. "Where the hell is my cell phone?" Dean grumbles. "You know, they could be dead for all we know" Sam says and Deans head snaps up. "Don't say that!" He snaps. "They're not dead, they're- they're-" Dean stutters on his words.

"They're what? They're hiding? They're busy?" Sam retorts. Dean finally finds his phone, flipping open. He looks at it stunned, "I don't believe it" He whispers shocked. "What?" I ask him confused, closing my laptop. He turns back to take a seat by the table next to me and I peer over, taking the phone from his hand. Written on the screen was coordinates.

"42, -89"

"You don't think...." I look up at him in contemplation and he nods. "What is it?" Sam asks annoyed. "It's a text message. It's coordinates" Dean tells Sam. I flip open back my laptop to look it up online. Dean comes behind me, leaning on my chair to look into the laptop and Sam stands infront of us.

"You think dad was texting us?" Sam asks Dean. "He's given us coordinates before" Dean shrugs as I type the coordinates in. "The man can barely work a toaster, Dean" Sam retorts dryly and I snicker a bit. Finding the location that points to Rockford, Illinois. So I decide to check the local papers for anything strange.

"Sam, this is good news. It means they're okay. Or alive, at least" Dean says, leaning off my chair. "Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asks, placing his hands on his hips. "No, it said unknown" I tell him. "Okay. Well where do the coordinates point?" He asks.

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois" I inform them as I pull up a very riveting article. "Okay, and that's interesting how?" Dean asks, leaning back down to look at the laptop. "I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this" I turn the laptop a bit to show them.

"This cop, Walter Kelly, he comes home from his shift, shoots his wife then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out" I start to explain, clicking on the picture of the cop while Sam pulls a chair and sits next to me "And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum" I finish.

Dean goes back to his seat and grabs his dads journal. "Okay, I'm not following. What does this have to do with us?" Sam asks confused. "Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal" Dean says, opening the journal and flipping through the pages. "Okay. Let's see..." he mutters and flips to the page next to the Wendigo drawing.

He gets up and rests the book on the table in between me and Sam, standing between us. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings. Two deaths....Till last week, at least. I think this is where they want us to go" Dean says, smiling a bit. Sam gets up scoffing, rubbing the back of his head with his hands. "This is a job" Sam scoffs.

"Our dads wants us to work a job" I say scoffing a bit. Of course they want us to work a job, because talking to their children is so hard. "Yeah, maybe we'll meet up with them. Maybe they're there" Dean says hopefully. "Maybe they're not. They could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing" I say and Sam nods in agreement.

"Who cares? If Dad wants us there, it's good enough for me" Dean says, going over to the couch as I close the laptop shit. "This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?" Sam asks. "Sam! Dads telling us to go somewhere. We're going" Dean snaps and walks upstairs.

I shake my head in annoyance. "You get where I'm coming from right?" Sam turns to me. "Yeah, it's weird to me but hey. At least we got a job" I sigh, getting up to pack my stuff up that's on the couch.

After Dean finishes packing up his stuff, Sam doing the same, we all make way to Baby and Quinn. I decide to take my bike on this hunt since I haven't ridden her for the past couple weeks. Dean hops in his Impala and I hop on my Harley, starting her engine her roar fills the empty silent night and we're off to Rockford, Illinois.

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"You're Daniel Gunderson, right? You're a cop?" Dean asks the cop sitting alone having a beer at the bar, while Y/N and Sam watch from afar. "Yeah" Daniel confirms and Dean chuckles taking a seat "I'm Nigel Tufnel, with the Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple questions about your partner?" Dean introduces himself using his an alias.

Daniel eyes him suspiciously. "Yeah I do. I'm just trying to have a beer here" He says annoyed. "It won't take that long. I just wanna hear your story. You know?" Dean presses with a smile on his face. "A week ago my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead" Daniel says dryly. "You gonna ambush me here?" He asks annoyed.

"I'm sorry. I need to know what happened" Dean apologizes, pressing the topic. Me and Sam take that as our signal and go into action. Sam grabs Dean by his shirt roughly, "Hey, buddy. How about leaving the guy alone huh?!" Sam yells, pushing Dean into the pool table roughly.

"The man's an officer! Why don't you show a little respect you prick!" I yell at him, getting up in his face. He flashes me a small smirk before clearing his throat and walking off. Daniel looks at us gratefully, "You guys didn't have to do that" He tells us. "Yeah, of course we did. That guys a serious jerk" I say looking at him.

"Let me buy you a beer me and my girlfriend here, huh?" Sam says kindly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder before gesturing to the bartender. "Three" He tells him, pulling out the chair for me to sit and grabbing one of his own. "Thanks" Daniel smiles at us. "No worries sir" I respond sweetly.

"There's the happy couple" Dean says sarcastically as we walk towards the car exiting the bar, sounding a bit....jealous? "You're gross" Sam gags and so do I. "You shoved me kinda hard in there buddy boy" He says to Sam as he leans on the Impala with his hands in his jacket.

"Enjoyed getting up in my face, Princess?" He turns to me smirking and I roll my eyes. "Had to sell it, didn't we? It's method acting" I counter and Sam chuckles. "Huh?" Dean says confused. "Never mind" Sam shakes his head, going over to the passenger seat. "What'd you guys find out from Gunderson?" Dean asks us.

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him" Sam begins to explain, clasping his hands infront of him, ontop of the Impala. "What about at home?" Dean asks. "He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but it was mostly smooth sailing" I say, picking up my bike helmet that's parked next to Dean's car.

"They were even talking about having kids" I add. "Alright, so either Kelly had some deep seated crazy waiting to bust out or something else did it for him" Dean suggests and we nod. "Right" Sam says. "What's Gunderson say about the asylum?" Dean asks and we lightly chuckle. "A lot" We say in unison.

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Couple hours later, we made our way to the asylum and now we're all scaling the wired gate. Sam goes first, I go second and lastly, Dean. We walk up the stairs leading to the entrance on the south wing. Right infront of the stairs was a door saying "KEEP OUT. CONDEMNED BUILDING. NO ENTRY ALLOWED. VIOLATORS PROSECUTE. NO TRESPASSING. PROPERTY OF THE STATE OF ILLINOIS"

Sam opens the door, me and Dean walk in behind him and close it behind us. Inside the asylum was completely trashed, beer cans, graffiti, old equipment. The second we enter there, I could feel a heaviness in the place. I thought their old house was bad, but this. This was terrible. There was a lot of anger, hatred.

This was 10 times worse than what I felt back in Kansas. I could already tell a ton of people have died here. Which is expected because it was a mental institution. I cant see anything thankfully, that would've scared the crap out of me. But I could feel it on my head and heavy on my mind.

Like it was coursing through my veins. Should I tell the boys what I feel? Or will they just think I'm a freak? I know Sam would understand because he feels and sees things too but Dean might be a little on edge about it. I'll just go with the flow. I could just be paranoid.

"So apparently the cops chases the kids here....into the south wing" Sam says as we look around. "South wing, huh?" Dean says and pauses for a moment, as if he's thinking. "Wait a second..south wing, south wing.." He pulls out his dads journal that was in his jacket and flips through it while muttering.

"1972. 'Three kids broke into the south wing. Only one survived'" He reads out from a news article paper-clipped into John's journal. "Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuke and started lighting up the place" Dean tells us. "So whatever's going on, south wing seems like the heart of it" Sam says.

"Yeah but if kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" I question. I look at the door that has some chains that was bolt cut while Dean reads his dads journal. "Looks like the doors are usually chained" Sam voices my inner thoughts. "Could've been chained up for years too" I add and he nods.

"Yeah, to keep people out....or to keep something in" Dean suggests. Sam slowly pushes the door open that leads into a dark hallway and it lets out a loud creaking sound. "Well, that's not creepy at all" I mutter sarcastically causing the boys to chuckle.

I take the lead and walk down the hall infront of the boys who follow behind me. Dean comes next to me by my side, "Let me know if you guys see any dead people, Haley Joel" Dean teases me and Sam and I roll my eyes. "Dude, enough" Sam snaps at him.

"Bite me" I retort at Dean and he smirks. "Maybe I will" He says flirtatiously. Right there I had to stop myself from letting the heat rise in my cheeks, covering it up with a scoff and he chuckles. "I'm serious. You two gotta be careful alright. Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you've got going. Especially you" He says turning to me.

"I've told you. It's not ESP. I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams. Maybe it could be ESP for Y/N but not for me." Sam defends. "Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell" Dean dismisses, looking down at his EMF meter. "You getting any reading on that thing or not?" I ask Dean.

"Nope. Of course it doesn't mean that nobody's home" Dean says. "Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day" Sam says. "Yeah, but freaks come out at night" Dean says amused. "I could feel something" I admit to them and they turn to me. "What do you feel?" Dean asks.

"Like a shit ton of people have died here, not including the teens that didnt survive in 72. It's way more. It feels like anger, hatred." I say as we continue down the hallway. Dean smirks and then turns to Sam, "Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, you or Y/N?" Dean asks in a serious tone, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

Sam glares at him annoyed and I punch him in his shoulder angrily as he laughs hysterically.

We enter a dusty room while investigating the asylum. And let me tell you....it was a mess. Me and Sam cough from the dustiness of the room that was trashed as Dean lowly whistles at the state. There were tools that look like they used it to...experiment. Just the thought made me want to gag.

We walk around the room a bit, "Man. Electroshock, lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people" Dean says as we look at the old equipment. "Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoos Nest" He imitates Jack Nicholson and I laugh while Sam scoffs, Dean smiles at the fact I laughed at his joke.

"You sound like you belong here" I snicker and his smile drops while Sam bellows out laughing, Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance as we laugh. "So, what do you think? Ghosts are possessing people?" Dean changes the subject as we sober up from laughing. "Maybe" I say shrugging.

"Or maybe it's more like uh- Amityville or yhe Smurl Haunting" Sam suggests. "Spirits driving thing insane. Kinda like my man Jack in the shining" Dean adds with a smile and I chuckle while Sam looks at him with a serious face. "Yes, Dean. Exactly like that" I say sarcastically and he scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"Dean, Y/N. When are we gonna talk about it?" Sam asks seriously and I giving him a knowing look. "Talk about what?" Dean asks confused. "About the fact that Dad and Mr. L/N aren't here" Sam says in a deadpan tone. "Oh..uh...Never" Dean counters snarkily and I roll my eyes.

"He's being serious, Dean" I snap at Dean, defending Sam and he sighs. "So am I, Y/N. Look Dad sent us here. He obviously want us here. We'll just have to pick up the search later" Dean says. "It doesn't matter what he want" Sam counters and I sigh. Already knowing they're gonna fight.

"See, that attitude right there?.." Dean starts. "That is why I always get the extra cookie" He finishes cheekily and my eyebrows cock up at this. I was half expecting him to punch Sam. "Look Dean, Sam has a point. Our dads could be in trouble. We should be looking for them. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean this is our families" I try to reason with him.

"I understand that, Y/N" He raises his voice and I flinch back a bit unconsciously for some reason. Sam notices this and Dean quickly apologizes, "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you, princess" He says softly and I nod pretending it didn't affect me.

"But they've given us an order" Dean finishes. "So what? We always gotta follow Dad's and Mr. L/N's orders" Sam says frustrated. "Of course we do" Dean voice bellows, turning to Sam. He scoffs and turns around, fidgeting with the items on the tablet behind him. He picks up a board and reads off of it. "Sanford Ellicott"

"You know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See what exactly happened here" Dean says, turning around back and chucking the piece of board at Sam. We look at it as he walks off, "Chief of Staff. Sanford Ellicott. M.D." written in block letters.

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The next day, me and Dean are outside of a psychiatric doctors office waiting on Sam while he pretends to be a patient after making an appointment yesterday. I'm leaning against the Impala smoking a cigarette, Dean next to me fidgeting impatiently. "Goddamnit. What's taking him so long" He groans annoyed and I chuckle.

"Patience is virtue, charming" I tease him in a singsong tone and he side glares me, making me laugh. "Don't be a smartass, Princess" He snaps at me. "Don't be a impatient ass. Sam knows what he's doing." I snap back and he grumbles. I roll my eyes, while I take a drag from my cigarette.

"Here" I fish through my pocket for a candy bar I got at the Gas N Sip earlier when I was filling up my bike. His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas, taking it from me quickly. "I was saving it for the next time we got stuck in traffic to shut you up. But might as well" I chuckle as he bursts open the pack, eating it up giddily.

"Thanks, Y/N" He says gratefully, his mouth filled with chocolate. I snort at his expression, "You're welcome, Dean" I say sweetly, taking the last puff from my cigarette before flicking it away. Just as Dean finishes the candy bar, we see Sam exit the office and he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Dude, you were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?" He asks annoyed as Sam approaches the car. "Just the hospital, you know" Sam puts it vaguely. "And?" I press. "And the south wing? It's where they housed the real hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane-" Sam lists off counting with his fingers.

"Sounds cozy" Dean says sarcastically. "Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff, attacked each other." Sam explains. "So what, the patients took over the asylum?" I ask. "Apparently" Sam says. "Any deaths?" Dean asks. "Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott" Sam tells us.

"What do you mean every recovered?" I ask. "Cops scoured every inch of the place, I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden" He tells us with a disgusted face and I gag. "That's grim. I guess you were right" Dean says turning to me and I sigh nodding. "Yeah. So they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital for good" Sam finishes.

"Alright so to sum it up. We've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies" Dean says. "Which confirms my suspicions about a bunch of angry spirits" I say. "Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight" Dean says dryly and we head to our vehicles.

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Later that night, we're back at the hospital. Sam pushes open the creaky door to the hallway we were in earlier and I flash my light down the vacant hallway. The heaviness of the place taking me over again. Dean pulls out his EMF reader, powering it up and Sam pulls out a video camera. The EMF meter goes off instantly, we all share a look and slowly trudge down the hallway.

"Getting reading?" Sam asks Dean while he holds up the camera scanning the place. "Yeah, big time" Dean nods. "This place is orbing like crazy" Sam says. "It's probably multiple spirits out and about" I say. "If these unrecovered bodies are causing the haunting-" I begin to add, "We gotta find them and burn them" Dean finishes my thought.

"But you be careful though, the only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed of spirit....is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer" Dean says grimly as we continue down the hall. Suddenly I feel chills at the back of my neck, like a presence behind me. I spin around quickly, flashing the light behind me and the boys turn around too.

Indicating they felt it too. We don't see anything so we just turn back around and continue in the direction we were in. Some time in, we come up to some empty rooms, Sam scans the room with his camera while I flash the light in the direction he's pointing his camera.

We walk into a joining room that connects to the one we were in and it looks like an old kitchen. Probably an old staff room, we slowly peer around the room. Looking for any images or spirits. Suddenly a woman comes into the view on Sam's camera, she has what looks like glass in her eye and her face is rotten, pale with blood dripping down her face.

We scream in surprise and fear. "Dean! Dean!" We yell out to draw Deans attention as the woman moves closer to us, but not to attack, almost as if she's asking for help?. "Shotgun!" I yell. Dean quickly grabs the rocksalt gun, "Sam! Y/N! Get down!" He yells and we duck down, throwing ourselves to the ground.

Dean shoots the spirit point blank in her head and she disintegrates. Me and Sam quickly get up, gasping for air. "That was weird" Sam says. "Yeah, you're telling me" Dean responds turning to walk out the door. "No, Dean, I think he means it's weird that she didn't attack us" I say as we follow him down the hall.

"Looked pretty Agro from where I was standing" Dean retorts. "She didn't hurt us. She didn't even try" Sam defends. "So did she didn't want do hurt us, then what did she want?" I ask them. We come up to a room where the beds are turnt over and we all share a look. I flash my light through the room while Dean holds up his gun and Sam holds us his camera.

We see what looks like the top of someone's head that's behind the bed that's turnt to the side, we slowly approach it and Sam quickly pulls it away. Revealing a young blonde girl, no more than 16, screaming in fear. "It's alright hun, we're not gonna hurt you. It's okay" I assure her gently, holding at my hand for her to take. She accepts it and I help her off of the floor.

"What's your name?" Dean asks. "Katherine...Kat" She responds shakily. "Okay. I'm Dean. This is Sam and this is Y/N" Dean quickly introduces us. "What're you doing here?" Sam asks her quickly and she sniffles. "Um, my boyfriend, Gavin—" She goes to explain but I cut her off. "If he here?" I ask.

"Somewhere. He thought it would be fun and try and see some ghosts" She tells us fearfully and the boys and I share exasperated looks. Fucking teenagers man. "I thought it was all just...you know, pretend" She cries, clutching her coat to her body. Her breathing quickens.

"I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and..." She explains but Dean takes her hand. "Alright, Kat. Come one. Sam and Y/N's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend" Dean says, leading her out. "No, no. I'm not gonna leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you" She argues and insists.

"It's no joke around here, it's dangerous" I try to reason with her, shaking my head. "That's why I've gotta find him." She breaths out. We all look at each other and just nod. "Alright, I guess we're gonna split up, then. Let's go" Dean says obliging.

Me and Sam stick together while Dean sticks with Kat. We take one side and they took another. "Gavin!" Me and Sam yell, hoping to get a response as we flash our lights around the abandoned hospital. "Gavin?" I bellow. We come up to another room, Sam behind me. When I walk, there was the body of a teenage body, lying in the middle of it. This has to be Gavin.

"Sam!" I call out for Sam and he comes rushing in. We kneel next to the boy, shaking him awake. "Gavin" We call for him as we shake and he jumps awake, fear etched on his face, eyes wide. "Hey, Gavin. Hey. It's okay. It's okay, we're here to help" I assure him. "Who are you?" He asks us fearfully.

"My name is Sam and this is Y/N" Sam quickly responds. "We found your girlfriend" I tell him, extending my hand to him to help him up. Sam takes his other hand and we pull him up from the ground. "Kat?" He asks us shakily. "Yeah" Sam confirms. "Is she alright?" He asks concerned. "She's worried about you. Are you okay?" I ask him and he holds his head, groaning in pain.

"I was running. I- uh- I think I fell" He explains. "You were running from what?" Sam asks and he looks at us panicked. "There was- There was this girl. Her-her-her face-... It was all messed up" He stutters, his voice cracking as he explains. "Okay, okay. Listen, listen. This girl, did she try to hurt you?" I ask him calmly and he shakes his head stuttering.

"What? No. She...uh...." He trails off. "She what?" Sam asks gently while Gavin looks down guiltily. "She kissed me" He says lowly and our eyebrows shoot up at this. "Uh- I'm....But- But she didn't hurt you physically?" Sam asks, stuttering in shock.

"Dude, she kissed me. I'm scarred for life" Gavin says again exasperated and I hold back a chuckle. Not the time, Y/N. "Well, trust me, it could've been worse. Now, do you remember anything else?" I ask him. "She..uh...actually. She tried to whisper something in my ear" He thinks back and remembers this.

"What?" Sam asked. "I don't know. I ran like hell" He tells us. Kat's ear piercing scream breaks us out of our conversation. "Kat!?" Gavin yells as we run down the hall to meet Dean trying to pry open a door. "What's going on?!" Sam asks him. "She's inside with one of them!" He tells us.

"Help me!" Kat screams, banging on the door. "Kat!" Gavin shouts. "Get me out of here!" Kat pleads. "Kat! It's not gonna hurt you. Just listen to me. You have to face it!" I yell through the door, trying to calm her down as she cries. "She's gotta what?" Dean asks baffled.

"I have to what?" Kat screams bewildered. "The spirits. They're not trying to hurt us. They're trying to communicate. Listen to Y/N. You have to face it" Sam pleads with her, having my back. "You face it!" She yells shakily. "No. It's the only way out" I say through the door.

"No!" She opposes. "Look at it, that's all. Come one, you can do it!" Sam urges her. We don't hear anything for a couple seconds. "Kat?" Gavin calls for her. "I hope you two are right about this" Dean looks at us. "Yeah me too" I say as we wait. The door clicks right after, opening.

"Kat" Gavin breaths out relieved. I let Kat come out, who has a traumatized look on her face. The boys and I go into the room, only to find it empty. "One thirty seven" She tells us when we walk back out. "Sorry?" Dean asks puzzled. She takes a deep breath and says, "It's whispered in my ear. 137".

The boys and I share a look, "Room number" we all say in unison. Dean stoops down to go through his bag, looking for something. Sam and I stoop next to him. "Alright, so if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone-" Sam starts. "Then what are they trying to do?" Dean finishes. "Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us" I say and Dean looks up at me.

"I guess we'll find out...Alright" He says, standing back up, Sam and I follow. "So, now you guys ready to leave this place?" He asks, turning to Gavin and Kat, "That's an understatement" Kat breathes out. "Okay, you two get them outta here. I'm gonna find room 137" Dean says clicking his flashlight on and walking off.

I contemplate going with him, something in the back of my mind tells me to but I ignore it. Summing it up to paranoia. "Hey" I call out to him and he turns to look at me. "Be careful" I tell him softly and he smiles, flashing me a wink. "Ditto" He responds and turns back around to walk off. Sam, Gavin, Kat and I walk down the hall, looking for the exit.

"So how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Kat asks us curiously. "It's kind of our job" Sam says vaguely as we flash our lights down the dark hall. "Why would anyone want a job like that?" She asks us a bit confused and I chuckle. "We had a crappy guidance counselor" I say ironically and Sam chuckles.

"And Dean? He's your boyfriend?" She asks me and I'm taken back by this, my heart lightly skips at the assumption. "No" I tell her shaking my head. I notice Sam with a sly smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but I snap at him quickly. "Shut your pie-hole little Winchester" I warn him and he chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

"I never said anything, crackhead" He says snickering. "Dipshit" I retort, rolling my eyes. We come up to a door, Sam tries opening it but it's locked. I try banging on the door next to it but it won't budge. "God dammit" I grumble in annoyance. "Alright. I think we have a small problem" Sam says turning to them.

"Let's break it down" Gavin suggests and I shake my head. "I don't think thats gonna work" I sigh. "Then a window" Gavin presses. "They're barred" Kat tells him. "Well, howre we supposed to get out of here?" He asks frustrated. And something clicks in my head. "That's the point. We're not" I say.

"You're right. There's something in here that doesn't want us to leave" Sam agrees. Kat looks down thinking, "Those patients" She says and we shake our heads. "No. Something else" Sam says sighing and I give him a look.

We spent about fifteen minutes looking for another way out but we came up empty. "Alright, we've looked everywhere. There's no other way out" Me and Sam tell them. "So what the hell are we gonna do?" Gavin asks frustrated and panicked. "Well for starters. We're not gonna panic" I tell him plainly.

"Why the hell not?" He says exasperated looking in-between us. Suddenly my phone rings, I look at the contact quickly and put it to my ear. "Hey" I say into the phone. "Y/N, it's me. I see it. It's coming at me" I hear Dean over the phone, sounding panicked but there's a static noise from my phone. I'm too worried to take on the static noise so I ask.

"Where are you?" I ask concerned. "I'm in the basement. Hurry!" He urges me. "I'm on my way" I say quickly before hanging up. "Sam, we need to go. Deans in trouble in the basement" I tell him panicked and he nods. "Alright. Can either of you handle a shotgun?" Sam asks them.

"What? No!" Gavin responds exasperated. "I can" Kat says and Gavin looks at her stunned. "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple times" She says to him shrugging. "Alright here. It's loaded with rock salt" Sam tells her, handing her his gun. "Now it might not kill a spirit but it'll repel it. So if you see something, shoot" I order her. "Okay" She says giving me a curt nod. "Okay" I respond.

Me and Sam make our way to the basement, "Dean!" Sam calls out to his brother, flashing the light around the basement while I aim the gun infront of me. My heart is beating out of my chest, chills running up the back of my neck. We open a door that says, 'CAUTION'. And I aim my gun in as Sam flashes his light.

"Dean!" I call out for him. I swear if somethings happened to him I don't know what I'll do. I should've gone with him. I should've gone with my gut dammit. Sam scans the room with his light up and down. And I feel the chilly feeling at the back of my neck again.

Realization dawns on me. The static noises on the phone when Dean called. It wasn't Dean. Oh my god, I'm an idiot! "Sam we need to get out of here" I tell him quickly, pulling him by his hand to get out and he looks at me confused. "We're not leaving Dean, Y/N!" He raises his voice at me, snatching his hand away. "It wasn't Dean!" I snap back and his face drops.

The light in his flashlight starts to go out, flickering. He looks down confused, trying to hit against his hand it to work. We take that as a sign to cut and run. Suddenly something knocks me off my feet and I fall back, hitting my head hard. My gun knocks out of my hand and Sam goes flying to the wall, a force pinning him.

He groans in pain and my vision gets a bit blurry, "Sam!" I scream. "Y/N! Look out!" He shouts, trying to pry himself off the wall. The last thing I see is butt of my gun, knocking me in my face and my vision goes black.

Third Person POV

Meanwhile all this is going on, Kat and Gavin are in the same spot where Sam and Y/N left them. Kat is stooping to the ground, clutching Sam's gun to her chest as Gavin paces the room. "Hey Gavin?" She draws her boyfriends attention to her.

"Yeah?" He says gently, stooping next to her and she takes a deep breath. "If we make it out of here alive....we are so breaking up" She says bluntly and Gavin looks down ashamed. They hear footsteps and clattering down the hall, their heads snap in the direction of the noise. "Did you hear that?" Kat asks Gavin

"Something's coming" Gavin panics and they both stand up, Kat aiming the gun in the direction of the sound. Dean comes into view but before she could realize it's him, she shoots, hitting the wall and Dean ducks out of the way behind the wall, just in the nick of time.

"Damn it, damn it! Don't shoot it's me!" He yells, groaning in pain from his back hitting the wall. "Sorry, sorry!" Kat quickly apologizes. "Son of a..." Dean growls in annoyance, getting up from the floor. He looks at the wall where Kat shot and back to them. "What're you still doing here? Where's Sam and Y/N?" He asks them confused.

"They went to the basement. You called Y/N" Gavin explains and Dean looks at them more confused. "I didn't call her" Dean says. "Her cellphone rang. She said it was you and you were in trouble" Kat tells him. Dean thinks for a second, "Basement, huh?" He asks and they nod.

He sticks him gun in his waist and tells them, "Alright. Watch yourselves...and watch out for me" He tells them before going down to the basement.

Dean's POV (surprise surprise)

I make my way to the basement, praying nothing happened to them. If something happens to Y/N, I don't know what I'll do. F/N is gonna kill me, and dad would let him. My heart is pounding through my chest at the thought of them hurt. Relax Dean, they're trained hunters. I try to convince myself.

As I bend the corner leading to the basement, I call out for them. "Sammy! Y/N/N!" I peer around the room with my flashlight. "You guys down here? Guys!" I bellow through the empty basement. Suddenly Sam comes into view when I bend the corner, scaring the crap outta me.

"Man, answer me when I'm calling you!" I snap at him, I see Y/N on the floor passed out next to him and rush to her side. "What the hell happened?!" I growl at Sam. "Something attacked us and knocked her out, I just woke up" He says casually and I huff, shaking her awake.

"Where'd he go?" I ask Sam and he just shrugs nonchalantly. "Hey princess, wake up hey" I whisper gently and she jumps awake, gasping for air. "What what- Dean!" She was confused at first but breathes out in relief when she sees me, hugging me tightly. My heart skips a beat at this, relieved to see she's okay.

I chuckle a bit and pat her on her head, pulling her up. "You alright sweetheart?" I ask her gently and she nods as I tuck a lock of her (h/c) hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?" She groans, holding her head. "Sam said something attacked but vanished" I tell her and she raises her eyebrow at this. "You know that wasn't me who called your cell, right?" I tell her.

"Yeah I know" She nods. "Y/N realized something lured us down here" Sam says, Y/N eyes him up and down suspiciously. "I think I know who, Dr. Ellicott. That's what the other spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" I explain to them, making sure they haven't seen him.

"No. How do you know it was him?" Sam asks curiously shaking his head but Y/N still seems on edge. "Cuz I found his log book. Apparently he was experimenting on his patients. Some awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like aspirin" I groan at the thought.. "But it was the patients who rioted" Sam says.

"Yeah, they were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feel good was working son some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger, they'd be cured of it. Instead it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier." I explain to them.

"So you're thinking that his spirit is doing the same thing. I mean it makes sense, the cop, the kids in the '70s. Making them so angry, they become homicidal" Y/N agrees with my idea. "Yeah, basically" I nod. "You okay, Sammy?" Y/N asks Sam concerned. He just nods with a small smile on his face.

"Come on. We gotta go find his bones and torch them." I tell them, walking past Sam and Y/N follows behind. "How? The police never found his body" Sam says. "Well the log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients" I say, turning around.

"I mean, if I was a patient. I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on myself" Y/N adds and I snicker. "I don't know. It sounds kind of-" Sam starts. "Crazy?" I cut him off, finishing his though. "Yeah" He says. "Yeah, exactly" I add, opening a steel door. Me and Y/N make way inside, flashing our lights.

Sam comes in behind us. "I told you. We looked everywhere. We didn't find a hidden room" Sam says annoyed. "Well, that's why they call it hidden" I say ironically. Out of no where, I hear a bit of air whistling, "You hear that?" Y/N asks us and I nod.

"What?" Sam asks. I see a little wooden chafe board that seems to be blocking a hole in the ground. Y/N puts her hand above it to feel the air, "There's a door here" She says and I nod. "Dean, Y/N" Sam calls us and we snap our heads in his direction to see him aiming his gun at us.

Sam wipes blood dripping from his nose. "Step back from the door" He says grimly, cocking the gun. We get up slowly, "Sam, put the gun down" I say lowly. "Is that an order?" He snaps a bit...amused?. "Come on, Sam. Just listen to us" Y/N pleads.

"No, it's more of a friendly request" I say sarcastically. "Because I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders" He says angrily, raising the gun higher at me. "Goddamit, I knew it" Y/N grumbles. "Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?" I press. "For once in your life, just shut your mouth" He orders me and I chuckle.

"Sam, come on. What're you gonna do, Sam. The guns filled with rocksalt. It's not gonna kill us" Y/N points out calmly and he shoots her, point blank in her chest. Knocking her through a wooden door and she crashed through it.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!" I scream, pure anger pumping through my veins at the sight of Y/N getting shot. I jump him, wrestling him for the gun. But he's stronger than usual and right hooks me across the face, knocking me next to Y/N.

He walks up closer to us as we groan in pains. "Sam!" I yell. "We gotta burn Ellicotts bones and this'll all be over. You'll be back to normal. Please just listen to us" Y/N pleads with him calmly, holding her chest in pain. "I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time" He says lowly, blood dripping down his nose.

"I mean, why are we even here!?! Because you're following Dad and F/N's orders like a good little solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for their approval?" He taunts me. "This isn't you talking, Sam" I groan. "That's the difference between you and me" He says, pointing the gun to himself.

"I have a mind of my own. Hell, even Y/N has a mind of her own. I'm not pathetic like you." He says, mockingly. "So, what're you gonna do, huh? You gonna kill us?!" I retort back. "You know what? I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're not closer to finding Dad and Mr. L/N today than we were six months ago" He puts it bluntly.

"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you" I reach into my jacket and pull out my pistol. I can see Y/N at the corner of my eye with a 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' look on her face. I give her a look and she catches my drift. I hand it to him, "Come on, take it" I urge him as Y/N watching the interaction intently.

"Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt" Y/N groans, gasping for air. "Take it!" I tell and he snatches the pistol from my hand, dropping the shotgun. He holds the gun up to my face and my heart pounds out of my chest. "Sam please!" Y/N pleads once more.

"You hate me that much?" I ask him. "You think you can kill your own brother and best friend?" Y/N asks him but he doesn't answer her, gritting his teeth. "Then go ahead. Pull the trigger" I say nodding my head, closing my eyes. "Do it!" I yell and he pulls the trigger, but nothing comes. He tries again but nothing.

I smirk and Y/N does a kip up, quickly jumping into her feet and tackles Sam with a spear. She straddles him, right hooking him in his face. Sam gasps for air, "Man I'm not gonna give you a loaded pistol" I say chuckling and Y/N right hooks him again, knocking him out.

She pats him on his cheek sadly, "I'm sorry Sammy" She says apologetically, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "But that's for shooting me in the boob" She says, getting up and dusting her hands off. We walk around the room, pulling curtains to see if there's any sign of the body but nothing.

"Hey Dean! Check this out!" Y/N calls out to me. I turn around to see her pointing the light at a cabinet. We walk up to it slowly, stooping down and opening it to reveal a mummified body. "Son of a bitch!" She yells, gagging and I cough in disgust at the repulsive smell. "Oh that's just gross" I groan.

Y/N grabs my bag and we rummage through it. Grabbing the salt, lighter fluid and her lighter. I salt his bones with salt. "Yeah, soak it up" I say as Y/N douses him with light fluid and we gag at the smell. "It's like I can taste it" She groans in disgust. Suddenly a old stretcher comes crashing into me, knocking me over and onto Y/N.

"Seriously!" Y/N screams in annoyance. A pale bald headed man with lesions on his face grabs mine, that I assume is Ellicott. Electricity sores through my body and I scream in pain, trembling as he says, "Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better" He says calmly.

"Dean!" Y/N screams and rushes over to the bag to grab the lighter. "Hey Scarface!" She yells at catch his attention before throwing the lit lighter at his mummified corpse, setting it aflame. He lets go of me and I scoot closer to Y/N and she rushes over to me. She grabs onto me and holds me in a tight hug, my back pressing against her chest.

Meanwhile, Scarface as she put it, becomes a solid black stone, toppling over and crashes into the ground. Breaking into dust. "You okay, charming?" She asks me gently, holding me in her arms. "Yeah, I'm okay princess" I assure her, giving her a small smile. I realize our position and she looks down at me, a slight blush on her face.

My breath hitches as I stare into her beautiful (e/c) eyes getting lost in them and I clear my throat. We hear movement in the background, breaking our heated gaze. We turn our heads to see Sam's now conscious. We quickly let go of each other, "You're not gonna try and kill us, are you?" I ask him sarcastically.

"No" He responds, breathing heavily and holding his sore jaw. "Good, cuz that would be awkward" Y/N says dryly.

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The sun has now rise. And we're all outside the abandoned asylum with Kat and Gavin. "Thanks guys" Kat says to us gratefully. "Yeah, thanks" Gavin adds awkwardly and we nod. "No more haunted asylums, okay?" I tell them sternly and they nod, walking off, holding each other hand in hand.

We all turn to go to Baby and Quinn, "Hey Dean..Y/N. I'm sorry. I said and did some things back there" Sam sighs apologetically. "You remember all that?" Y/N asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it" He assures us, sounding a bit ashamed.

"You didn't huh?" I ask ironically. "No, of course not" He tells me and I nod. "Do we need to talk about this?" He asks and I shake my head. "No, I'm not really in the sharing and caring kind of mood" I say as I toss my bag in the backseat.

"Well I wanna talk about how Sam shot me in the boob" Y/N pipes up jokingly causing us to chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry" He apologizes chuckling. "But you got me back, twice" Sam retorts and she rolls her eyes. "One for each boob, dipshit" She counters and I snort in laughter. "Crackhead" Sam chuckles as he jumps in the passenger seat.

"Damn, in the boob? That's gotta hurt like a son of a bitch." I grimace a bit, imagining how painful that might be. "You have no idea" She winces, rubbing her boob laughing and I smirk biting back my innuendo because I'm sure it'll just earn me a smack. Ah, what the hell.

"I could always help with that" I give her a cheeky grin as she gasps, her mouth agape. As I suspected she smacks me on my arm as I laugh hysterically while she gives me a playful glare. "Wipe that smirk off your face Winchester, I need sleep" She huffs, going over to her bike.

I go to shoot her back with another innuendo, but as if she read my mind. She yells, "Shut it!" Waving her hand in the air with her back to me and I laugh even harder. She straddles her bike and I jump my car only to be met with a sly smirk on Sam's face. "What?" I ask him confused as I start my ignition.

"Nothing" He says, the grin never leaving his face. I look back at him with a grimace on my face, "Man quit it Heath Ledger" I huff and he chuckles. I watch as Y/N straps on her helmet, taking the bike off it's stand and riding off. I follow behind her and we make our way to the motel.

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Authors Note: Very late update but I made sure I did it lol. Once again, this chapter is unedited so feel free to point out any mistakes and I shall fix it. Also I can't wait to here your thoughts on this chapter!! I hope whoever is reading had a wonderful weekend and are looking forward to the coming week <3

(I just realized that The Dark Knight didn't come out until 2008 and this is based in 2005 so the Heath Ledger reference won't make any sense but we can pretend that they already know he's referring to Joker😂)

Xoxo.

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