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devilmademewriteit · 11 months

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Jealous Girl

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pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

warnings: roughy sex/smut (fem penetration) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dirty talk; jealous!reader; jealous!javi; sort of dom!javi; allusions to reader having long-ish hair; pet names (baby, babygirl, hermosa, cariño); slut-shaming (reader uses the word ‘whore’); dubcon (no explicit consent, Javi is… forceful).

no use of y/n in this fic

thx 4 the drabble / short fic request!! once again this is FERAL !!! feel free to keep sending me lil drabble requests. they’re so fun to write while I work on my longer fics.

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-em <3

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“You broke it off with me, baby, remember?”

What does it matter? What does it matter when you lock eyes with him getting head in his car, parked in some barely-hidden side-street, one block away from your dad’s salsamentaria?

What does it matter when, ten minutes later, he finds you, alone in the back room of the store, forcing back tears of frustration as your shaking hands busy themselves with fresh inventory?

You spin around, prepared to bark curses at him for trespassing into sacred, employee-only territory. He’s leaning against the door, beige suit-jacket a little roughed-up, hair slightly out of place.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying your freedom,” you reply coolly, mirroring his pose against the far wall.

He smiles. You’d known him long enough to recognize that condescending expression — the wolfish twitch of his mustache.

Toying with you for sport.

“And you’re not?” Javi asks, the casual raise of his eyebrows deceptive compared to the darkness overtaking his gaze. “Everybody’s seen you, y’know, leaving bars half-naked with guys twice your age.”

Always an opportunist, the agent pushes on, taking advantage of your stunned silence. “N’ you used to be so shy, babygirl.” A chuckle. “The fuck did I do to you, huh?”

You stammer, wanting to tear into him for his crudeness (though he was right — mixing the breakup with tequila hadn’t failed to strip you of your inhibitions), but the man denies you the chance, gliding forward in a slow, wide step.

Softly. “You wear my gifts for them? Let ‘em fuck you in all those lil’ lace sets I got for you?”

He’s close now, and you’re beginning to see red. This was part of the reason behind the break-up in the first place — neither of you knew how to manage overwhelming care without dousing it in cruelty.

Those long-awaited fighting words finally manage to breach the threshold of your lips. “Yeah, actually, I do,” you drawl, arousal levelled by a red-hot rage coiling tighter and tighter within you, “Ruined a couple pairs.”

“Bullshit.” His consonants slice through his vowels, accusatory and harsh. “Bet that pussy doesn’t even get wet after bein’ trained by me, does it?”

Try not to choke on your snarl, girl. “‘Least I don’t have to get head a block down from my ex’s shop — z’that the only way you can still get hard, Peña?” You muster up a daring smirk, shouldering his challenge head-on. “Hoping you’ll see me walk by so you can finish inside your whore?”

Bull’s eye.

“Don’t act like you give a single fuck where I’m gettin’ my dick wet, cariño.” Every inch of him bristles something fierce, but with skill and practice, he keeps his anger in check — maintains the upper hand — looming over you to consecrate the threat.

“Just pissed that I’m fuckin’ another bitch’s throat when we both know that’s what yours’s made for, right?”

The coil snaps.

Before you can stop it, your hand is in the air, gunning straight for the tan skin over his cheekbone.

In a blink, he’s strangling your wrist, holding back your palm from making punishing contact. The following pause is thick and heavy, quickly overflowing with Javi’s rage-soaked hunger. Dark and dangerous, the man hones in on your glare—

And speaks, voice low.

“Y’know, I let her swallow my load—”

“Let go of me.”

“—but you can take the next one.”

And then he flips you over, brushing off your indignant whine, flattening your back against his chest. Javi is strong (he always has been) and there’s no point in resisting (there never was). He’s unzipped himself, hiked your skirt up, wrenched your panties to the side and forced himself inside you in a matter of seconds.

Dear God, forgive me for getting my fix.

A big hand wraps around your throat while unforgiving arms form a prison around your body. He tilts your head back to face him, savouring your tightness, your suffering, and the strangled moan of pleasure dripping from your lips with his hips’ every rough throw.

“Always gonna belong to me, huh?”

His whisper settles over your skin, heightening that already-unbearable bliss. Your muddled mind and slackened mouth scramble to form words beyond full full full, yes yes yes.

“F-fuck you, Peña—” you spit through clenched teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. You fingertips grow sore, pressed to bruise along his forearms. “You’re worse than me—you-you know it.”

Javi responds with a tightened grasp and diligent, skilled digits falling to manhandle your clothed breasts. “Yeah, fuck you, too—” and it’s strained, etched with long-awaited relief, “—fuckin’ spoiled—jealous brat.”

An all-encompassing jolt to your system — he’s found that aching bundle. He carves words into your sensitive clit: you were never going to be anything but mine, mine, mine. The arch in your spine deepens; the back of your head falls helplessly against his collarbone. And despite yourself — despite his venom — you grin, catching the broken hallelujah underpinning every vowel, every touch of his desperate, repressed desire.

It’s a symphony you both sing, a thought hanging so heavy in the room it almost becomes a tangible part of your filthy entanglement.

“If I can’t have you, baby, no one else in this world can.”

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 4 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I hope you guys are having a good fathers day <3.

Warnings: Dom security guard Steddie X female singer reader; Light Smut (heavy dirty talk, fingering), fluff, with angst, Y/N struggles with memories of her past and feeling like a disappoint with her family, agent, and exes. Themes of dealing with addiction (drugs and alcohol) , brief mention of domestic violence, the guys share with the reader some of their history when it comes to their dads (as a way to relate to her), reader talks about rehab and AA (mentions of relapses), she does have a panic attack but what triggers it isn't mentioned in detail just what she's feeling

Word Count: 4833

For the first time in a long while, you woke up naturally in a bed. You didn’t shoot up from a nightmare or open your eyes to blurred images and a headache. This time when you opened them you were met with Eddie’s gorgeous, sleeping face. His head was tilted towards yours as he laid flat on his back, one hand strewn over his bare stomach and the other between you two holding your hand.

Carefully, you turned your head to see Steve still passed out behind you, the hair on his chest lightly grazing your back as he breathed. The back of your knees were still curved around his and his arm slung over your waist.

Slithering out of their hold, you quietly tiptoed to your own room and grabbed your phone.

“What happened? What broke?”, Sarah answered immediately prepared for the worst.

“No. Hey. Nothing happened. I, um, I wanted to ask you for a favor but I’m not sure if you can do it. I mean it’s probably something I’d have to ask Jack for but I trust you more than him and I want to keep this as close to the chest as possible.”

“Huh. Okay…what do you need?”

You get up and poke your head out of your bedroom to make sure the guys were still sleeping.

“I, um, I know I’m on tour so I can’t really check into rehab. I mean…I guess I could but…I was wondering if maybe…I could have like a rehab AA counselor or something to tour with me.” There was complete silence on the other side to your request. “Sarah? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m…still here. I’m just… wow. I’m really proud of you. Ok, yeah, let me see what I can do. I’ll call you when I have something.”

“Thank you so much. Can you keep this between us for right now?”

“Of course. What, may I ask, brought on this sudden change?”

“Um…new people in my life, I guess. I just want to be better.”

***

You three barely had any time to talk about last night since the concert was tonight. As soon as you hung up with Sarah, you were immediately ushered down to the venue with Mark hot on your trail. You insisted you had to wake them up to come with you but he insisted you’d be fine. You texted them apologizing and let them know where you were.

Fifteen minutes later, they were sauntering down an aisle and jumping onto the stage. Eddie silently handed you some coffee and you politely thanked him as you watched Steve casually head for the director.

“Hey, Mark.”

“Hey, Steve. I’m a little bit busy right now.”

“Yeah no. We’ll get out of your way here. I just have one question. The schedule you gave us for these three days doesn’t have Y/N doing rehearsal until this afternoon.”

“Yeah but something came up and we need to make sure EVERYTHING is just right.”

“Ok, but she hasn’t even had time to shower or anything. Plus, and more importantly, you didn’t tell us about this sudden change. You took her without notifying us.”

“I didn’t know I needed to clear things with her nannies.”, Mark responded sarcastically.

Steve chuckled under his breath as he glanced at Eddie who grinned as he shrugged. The man stepped forward, forcing the director to face him. “Our primary focus, Mr. Lightman, is to keep that girl safe. How can we do that if we don’t know where she is or where she’s going to be?”

“Look, I—”

Steve gripped his collar, pulling him closer to his face. “Now, if you need to make changes, that’s fine. We get that. But we need to know about them, okay? Am I making myself clear here, Mark?”

“Y-yes.”

“Very good. I mean, really, it’s just the respectful thing to do, right?” The man nods his head as the other pushes him away. “Thank you very much. Please continue what you were doing.”

The director’s eyes follow him as he heads towards you.

“Look at you being all mean and scary.”, you smile up at him. “I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t frighten you guys. I told him we needed to wake you up but…”

“Hey. It’s ok.” Eddie’s fingers gently traced down your arm. “Thank you for texting us and letting us know. I’msorry you couldn’t take a shower or anything.”

“Oh, it’s ok. I can run back to my room during our lunch break and do it then. When I was first getting started, we could barely afford hotels let alone nice ones so sometimes the showers didn’t even work.”, you laugh. “Probably why I looked so grungy that first year.”

#########

That night was definitely a new experience for the boys. They had never guarded someone as famous as you so to be in front of the stage facing thousands of screaming people was slightly intimidating.

“God, you guys have been so great!”, you giggle into the microphone. “I do have something kind of new here. I’ve been working on playing my guitar again.” Steve watches as someone runs on stage to hand you an instrument. “I’m, um, sure you guys have read the tabloids about me and know sometimes I can be a bit…sassy.”

Eddie smirks at your comment as his eyes scan the crowd in front of him.

“I snapped at a couple of people who, honestly, just have my best interest in mind so… I learned a song from a band I know one of these people likes. I don’t know, have you guys ever heard of Metallica?”

The audience cheers as both men turn their attention to you. Your fingers begin to slowly play and the metalhead becomes lost in your voice.

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters…”

The man couldn’t deny that the first time he met you, he hated you. More than anything he hated your attitude. The more he got to know you and saw who you were underneath that wall of armor you called sass, he really started to fall for you; both he and Steve.

Like Eddie, Steve felt this strong need to take care of you and keep you safe. Not just because it was their job but because they genuinely wanted to. They loved seeing you happy, wanting to do whatever they could to keep that smile on your face that beamed down at them from the stage.

This wasn’t just sex for them and they hoped it wasn’t for you either. They understood you needed to take things slow and were willing to do that for you especially if it meant seeing you the way you were right now.

***

After the show, you were promptly rushed to the hotel to grab your things so you could head back to the tour bus and be on your way to the next show. As you headed towards a bunk an arm reached out to tug you onto one of the lower-level beds. Once you climbed in, you were met with Eddie’s smiling face.

“That was amazing. I liked hearing you sing that song.”, Eddie whispered.

“Yeah? I’ve been practicing it for a while. Since you guys dragged me back from that bar that first night.” The metalhead leans down and tenderly kisses your forehead. “I wanted to apologize…for being a brat.”

A tiny whimper emits from your throat as he trails his lips along your cheek down to the shell of your ear.

“It’s ok, princess. We can handle the brat.” His palm firmly glides down your stomach, his skilled fingers dipping into the waistband of your sweatpants, and through you cotton panties. “We don’t mind putting you back in your place.”

Your eyes drifted shut as you bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that wanted to be heard when his digits pressed against your clit in slow circles.

“And where would that be?”

Eddie lifts his head to smirk down at you before plunging two of his fingers into your needy core.

“Wherever we put you, your highness.” His lips tread along your jaw line as he continues to whisper in your ear and your head turns into the beautiful sound. “Under us, on top of us, in front of us. In a bed, against the wall, or on the couch…”

“Fuck…” You quickly cover your mouth as he thrusts his fingers into you a bit faster as his thumb plays with your nub.

“Shhhh, sweetheart. You have to be quiet. I know its hard with my fingers in your tight pussy right now but I know you can do it. It will be good practice for when Steve fucks you backstage before you perform with his cum dripping out of you.”

Your cunt clenches at the image and Eddie responds by curling his fingers inside of you.

“Or maybe in the middle of interview when you take a break…while they’re waiting for good girl Y/N to return, I’ll be fucking you so hard that you’ll have to hide how sore you are and come up with some reason for why you can’t walk straight.”

“E-Eddie, please.”, you mewl.

“Yeah, baby? You going to cum? Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your free hand reaches down to cover his own, guiding his pace till you tumbled over the edge, moans muffled by your palm as you came. Eddie’s own hand slides up from between your legs and you watch with hooded eyes as he licks his fingers clean.

You don’t know if it’s the vulnerability of him making you cum or just the stress and adrenaline of the evening but you rolled onto your side and shoved your face into his chest, curling your body into him till you were as small as you could make yourself. His arm wrapped around you as he tenderly petted the back of your head.

“Can you lay with me tonight?”, you whispered.

“I’m not going to lie; you’re blocking the only way out of this bunk so I think I’m trapped here.”

He smiled when you giggled like a mischievous kid getting away with something naughty.

“Good. I like the way you feel against me. I wish Steve could fit in here.”

“A sentence I’m sure he’s heard a lot.” Eddie presses your face into his body trying to smoother the laugh that escapes you. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You earned it.”

############

“Y/N!”

“What?!”

The director of the show glares at you when you give him attitude. “Someone is down here to see you. He said Sarah sent him.”

The boys watch from their place at the side of the stage as you nervously smile and jump down to greet the handsome stranger.

“Who the fuck is that?”, Steve asked not even trying to hide his distain.

“How should I know? No one has mentioned them bringing someone else on.”

“You slept with her on the ride here.”

“Yes, Harrington. We SLEPT. She was exhausted from the rehearsal and the show.” Eddie sizes up his friend with his eyes. “Don’t let on that your jealous. Bratty baby like her is going to toy with that.”

“I’m not…jealous.”, Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m not! It’s part of our job to know all the people in her circle. Plus, you can’t tell me you aren’t a little annoyed.”

“You’re right. I can’t but I haven’t been cheated on like you have. I know it scares you more than me.”

“Oof. What made Steve so angry?” They both turn to look at you as you climb back up onto the stage.

“Yeah, Stevie. Why so upset?”, Eddie asks playfully.

“You shut up and you…who was that?”

You casually glance in the direction of where the man you had been speaking to had been standing.

“Um, his name is Daniel and Sarah sent him over to help me with some personal things.”

“What kind of personal things?”

You couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side at his tone. “Steve Harrington, are you jealous?”

He smirked as he stepped forward till his face was hovering just about your own. “Are you choosing not to answer my question?”

“And if I am?”, you smile back. “Hey, me and some of the other crew members were going to go to Lagoon Amusement Park. Would you two want to come?”

“Aw that’s cute.” You look at Eddie in confusion. “You asked politely like we don’t have to go with you anyway to protect you.”

“Huh. Is it weird I genuinely forgot?”, you grin. “I just want to spend some time with you two.”

###########

“We don’t have to do this.”, Steve cooed as you and everyone else waited in line.

“No. I want to do this. I can do this.” You closed your eyes repeating your last sentence under your breath.

“Are you afraid of heights, your highness?”

“As a matter of fact, yes Mr. Munson, I am, remember? I mean, it’s not so much the height part but the, ya know, plunging very quickly into the ground part.” The attendant allows you guys entry and Steve guided you towards the front. As you already began clinging to the handles, you overheard the man next to you inhale and exhale heavily. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, um, I’m a bit terrified of heights myself.”

“Steve…”, you giggle.

“No, no. This is fine. I face danger all the time as part of my job. I can do this. I can do this. I can—” He paused when he felt your hand reach for his and thread your fingers together with his own. When you flash him a comforting smile, he returns it before quickly bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

As the ride takes off, you can hear Eddie shouting in excitement as Steve grits his teeth, keeping his eyes closed. You scream with both elation and fear as you squeeze the boy next to you tighter. When you make it back, he climbs out leaning against his knees, making the metalhead laugh as he patted his back.

You liked watching them like this; smiling and letting go especially in a setting such as this one. Usually in your circle, letting go meant going to a club or bar, getting wasted or high till you passed out. You appreciated that this was an afternoon you’d actually remember.

You spent the rest of the evening riding more rides and playing games. Eddie seemed to come out of his shell more and you saw a side of him you imagined was only saved for friends and family back home. Steve, while still letting go, was always in protective mode. While you and the crew were in the bumper cars, when your car was hit, his arm would extend out so your body didn’t jerk too far forward. While you were playing a particular basketball game, the ball bounced off the frame and hurtled towards your face. Steve’s palm hastily shot out in front of you, blocking it as Eddie caught it.

Near the end of the night there was a show everyone had tickets to see but it was still thirty minutes before the event started.

“Come on. Let’s ride the merry-go-round.” You ran towards it, jumping onto a horse as you grinned, watching the metalhead climbed up side-saddle on the stallion beside you. The other boy leaned casually against the pole between you two. “You don’t want to ride?”

“I mean, aren’t I technically?”

“It’s ok, Y/N. He’s no fun.”

You laugh as Steve jokingly glares at his friend. As the ride begins to move, your gaze shifts between them. No one had ever been so caring or protective of you before. Yeah, it was part of their job but there was another layer to it that you hoped you weren’t misreading. To be honest, you didn’t exactly know what a good relationship looked like. Everyone you had ever been with had always hurt you, Simon being the worst offender. Those relationships, hell, even your relationship with your parents, always made you feel small. They constantly minimized your feelings and made you feel worthless.

These two men in front of you made you fell little…in a good way. You liked being vulnerable with them when it came to your mind and body because you knew both were safe in their hands. After so many years of chaos, you enjoyed them taking care of you and standing up for you. You spent your entire existence pushing and fighting, and for once, you were able to let go and give up that control.

“Daniel is an AA and substance abuse therapist.” Your tiny voice cut through the silence as they turned their heads to face you. “I…I can’t go to rehab right now but I asked Sarah if she could send someone to tour with us and help me. I also told her not to tell anyone. That’s why no one informed you.”

Steve’s palm landed on your thigh as he comfortably rubbed his thumb along your skin.

“I’m proud of you. That’s a big step.”

“Can I ask why you wanted to keep it a secret?”, Eddie inquired. His head tilted as your own hung. “Ah, I see. Princess doesn’t want people to know because that way when she fails…they won’t be disappointed in her.”

“WHEN she fails?”

“Her words, not mine. Am I right?”

Steve sighs when you nod your head. “How did you know?”, you whispered.

He softly smiles at you as his foot reaches out to lightly tap your calf. “Had a few ‘disappointments’ in my family; me being one myself.” Your eyes locked with his as his smile widened. “Harrington to. His dad fucking hates almost every choice Stevie has made. Hasn’t he, buddy?”

“You remember when you woke me up the other day because he was calling me?”, Steve asked and you nodded. “He was calling because he wanted to ask for the five-thousandth time when I would be coming home to take over the family corporate business.”, he rolls his eyes.

Eddie jumped down to his feet and cupped your head in his hands. “You’re not alone in this, okay? It’s going to take some time but you’re on the right track. You’re not going to fail.”

***

The show had already begun to start as you all took your seats for the event within the theme park. You were completely entranced with the visuals in front of you. So much so that you got lost in the performance and found yourself in a memory; a few of them.

“Mom, I’m all packed… Don’t you want to come with me to the airport?” You knocked again on her bedroom door to no response. “Mama, please… at least come give me a hug.”

“She won’t come out.”, your father sighed. “I can’t say I blame her. Y/N, this is a bad idea. You should be going to college to become something. Not running around California pretending to be a singer.”

You felt your heart race as your hands started shaking, your eyes squeezed shut.

“AGAIN?!”, Jack screams as he holds up the paper in his hand and reads. “’Y/N Y/L/N Arrested for Possession.’ What the fuck?! You told me you were going to quit and go to rehab!”

“I technically did go to rehab. I just left before they wanted me to.” Your agent huffs as he throws the newspaper across the room. “They wanted me to talk about stuff that didn’t matter! What does my family or my fucking boyfriend have to do with me snorting blow?!”

“I swear to God, Y/N. I’m not going to keep bailing you out of your messes. Get. Your. Shit. TOGETHER!”

A tear falls down your cheek as all sound seems to evaporate around you.

“You are such a fucking asshole! How could you do this to me?! How could you embarrass me like this!?”

“Embarrass you?! Don’t stand there and pretend you aren’t fucking other people when you’re on tour.”

“I don’t, Simon! Because I love you. I have been 100% faithful to you!”

“From what you remember.”, he growls. “Oh, please. I know how handsy you get when your plastered.” You reach for a dish in the sink and throw it at him. “Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t know. Can’t seem to control my actions. Maybe it’s the vodka.” You toss another one and he ducks out of the way. “I hope she was worth it because we’re fucking done!”

“If you throw one more fucking plate at me, Y/N, I swear…”

You two stare each other down before you finally hurl the glass in his direction before running down the hall, his shoes pounding against the floor as he follows.

It’s pretty much instinct that abruptly forces you to get up from your seat and run out of the area. Your sight is blinded by the tears that streak your face but it doesn’t matter. You just need to get away, away from the disappointment, pain, and the memories.

Arms practically tackle you from behind, lifting you off your feet, and you angrily start to fight back.

“NO! Let me go!”

“Y/N, calm down.”, Steve says with a stern tone. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I said let me go!” You hear the sound of a door being opened and Eddie forcefully telling people to leave the area. Once again, everything is silent. “Let me go!”

“Honey, I need you to breathe.” As you continue to struggle, he grips you tighter and his own breath warms your ear. “Come on, Y/N. Stay with me here.”

Your legs give out and you slowly collapse to the floor with Steve still holding on to you. Your head hangs as you place your arms over his and sob.

“It’s ok, baby. Remember what Eddie said, you’re not alone. You’re safe. We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

###########

Once you were able to calm down, the boys drove you back to the hotel and you immediately headed for your room and crashed in the bed. When you finally woke up, it was a little after 2am and the only thing you could think of in that moment was getting your hands on some of the alcohol in the mini bar.

I mean it’s fine, right? At least it’s not the drugs. I can drink a little bit.

Peeking out your bedroom door, you were thankful that you didn’t see either boy still awake. You tiptoed to the fridge, huffing under your breath when you realized the only liquid within it was soda and water.

“Looking for something?”

You jumped, quickly turning around to see Eddie leaning against his doorframe.

“Um…something to drink…”

“I would recommend the water. It will hydrate you after the evening you had.”

You both stare at each other and he can almost see the wheels in your head spinning. There are two ways this could go, the easiest option being taking the water and heading back to bed. The second (and harder) option being…

“Where is it, Eddie?”

“Where’s what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“You know, its adorable you think we wouldn’t call the hotel ahead of time to ask them to remove anything with alcohol from your room. Even more so that you think we wouldn’t double check.”

“You have…NO right…”

“You’re right. We don’t. Why don’t we all take the night to think about what we’ve done, you call Daniel, and then we can regroup in the morning.” His calm demeanor is slowly making you angrier. “Quite frankly, it would probably be better for you to call your counselor and talk to him because if we do this dance our way…”, he shakes his head. “…you probably won’t like it.”

“What’s ‘your way’?”

“Don’t play with fire, little girl.”

You growl in his direction, backing slowly towards the cabinets. Reaching in, you grab a glass cup and toss it in his direction. Eddie doesn’t even flinch as he watches it soar in the air and hit the ground to the left of his feet.

“Wow. Were you aiming for me? If so, you suck at throwing. Good thing you settled on being a singer.”

“I didn’t settle, asshole. I was meant to be a musician.”

“Oh, my fault. You just settle on continuing your toxic cycles. Why is that?”

“Personally, after what you said, I think it’s because she struggles with being a disappointment.”, Steve quipped as he came out from his own room. “Sorry, Ed. Seemed like you had everything under control but I at least want to see how this little tantrum plays out.”

“STOP!”, you scream as you toss another glass towards them. Neither flinches again as it hits the wall between their rooms. “Stop talking about me like that!”

“Like what? Like you’re a little girl? Stop acting like one and we’ll stop treating you like one.”

“Remember, Y/N, you’re choosing to play this game here.”, Eddie sighs.

“I could fire you both, if I wanted to!”

“Do it.” Your eyes met Steve’s as he shrugged before turning towards his friend. “Why does she throw the glass but doesn’t want to hit us?”

“I imagine it’s a tactic that’s worked in the past; throwing things at her partners to get a rise out of them so they’d hurt her.”

“You’re so fucking stupid. Why would I want to get hurt?!”, you seethe.

“Well, let’s see. We’re not giving you anything to drink, you don’t have any more access to your drug of choice, you had a breakdown today in the middle of a theme park and you’re feeling vulnerable. The only thing you have now is us.”

“Until she fires us, apparently.”, Steve rolls his eyes.

As Eddie begins stepping forward, you grab another glass from the cabinet and hold it up like a weapon.

“I’m going to take a stab in the dark here and assume that when you’ve done things like this in the past with, oh let’s say Simon for example, that he got angry and took that out on you. Am I right?”

Your bottom lip begins to quiver and you quickly try to hide by sucking it between your teeth.

“You asked why you would want to be hurt. It’s because you’re already hurting and you feel like you deserve it. It’s another form of self-harm, Y/N. You don’t have your normal vices so you’re jumping to the next thing you know.”

When he enters your personal space, your arm rears back prepared to throw the object in your hand but Eddie is faster, grabbing your wrist, and prying the cup from your fingers before yanking you till your chest was against his.

“The problem with that, your highness, is we aren’t like your other assholes. Steve and I are grown men, not little boys who play pretend. We can handle whatever you throw our way. Literally it seems.” He smirks as he places the cup in the sink. “Now, again, we can play this game, Y/N, but I need you understand that you are at an extreme disadvantage. You may not have known but you’ve spent your time with beginners. Sweetheart, we’re the elite.”

His hand abruptly releases yours, opening the fridge, and grabs a bottle of a water.

“You have two options after I hand you your drink here. A…you can toss it across the room towards Steve and we can tie you to your bed till rehearsal tomorrow. Not really the most comfortable way to sleep but it will keep you from causing any more damage or sneaking out. Or B… you take the water, go back to sleep, and call Daniel in the morning.”

Eddie tilts the bottle towards you as he waits for you to make a decision. Your eyes flick towards Steve who’s still leaning against the wall with his arms folded, watching and waiting.

“May I—”

“No, you may not. It’s just these two choices, Y/N. No stipulations or negotiations. A or B.”

You sigh in defeat as you take bottle of water from his hand and turn to head towards your room.

“Good girl.” His hand reaches out to yank on yours, pulling you to his chest before kissing your forehead. “Go to bed and leave the door open, please.”

You nod as you give Steve a tiny wave who softly smiles in return. When you climb back into bed, you listen to their voices as they quietly murmur to each other.

“I got this, Ed. Go ahead and crash. I’ll keep an eye on her now.”

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tommys1girl · 1 year

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Daddy Daycare

Pairing: young tom cruise x daughter x assistant - story is seen from Claire’s POV

Summary: while Tom is filming for the movie Cocktail he receives a call from his daughter’s (Olivia) daycare to learn that she’s sick. Tom sends his agent, Claire, to pick her up but once she finds her dad on set, she doesn’t want to leave his side.

Requested: yes :)

Warnings: pure fluff, slightly inappropriate language, writing errors possibly - I didn’t have time to proof read oops

“Cut,” the director yelled.

Tom stepped away from the bar and started walking towards the directors before you stopped him, “Tom, Olivia’s daycare is on the phone, they said she’s sick.”

“Oh no, let me talk to them real quick,” you hand over the phone. “Hello? This is Olivia’s dad, is she okay?”

You step back so Tom can talk without you in the way, you watch him nod seeming concerned. You knew Tom was a great dad, you had never seen him love someone as much as he loved his daughter. Ever since his ex wife left, he’s been overly protective of Olivia. It was actually kinda sweet to witness.

“Claire, I need your help,” Tom says as he walks towards you with the phone in his hand.

“Of course, what do you need?” You ask reaching your hand out for the phone.

Tom hands over the phone, “can you go pick up Olivia? I need to finish as much as I can so we don't have to be here as long when she gets here.”

“Yeah I can definitely do that! I’ll be back.” You smile at him.

“Thank you, please be careful. Oh, take my car, the carseat is already in there. My keys are in my dressing room on the coffee table.” He smiles at you.

“Of course, thanks Tom!” You say as you walk away towards the hallway.

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“Hi I’m here to pick up Olivia,” you smile kindly at the woman working at the front desk of the daycare.

“One moment, she’s in the playroom getting her things,” she smiled back.

A couple minutes go by and then you hear the door open, “Miss Claire!” Olivia runs and jumps into your arms.

“Hi sweet girl, how are you feeling?” You say as you hug her back

“My tummy hurts, which makes my heart hurt too. But daddy knows how to make me feel better!” She exclaims with a big smile as she leans back out of the hug.

“Oh I bet he does, he’s a good daddy, huh?”

“The best daddy in the world!” She yells smiling widely.

“Yes he is, now let’s get you in the car so we can go see him!” You stand up and take Olivia’s hand into yours and walk out to the car.

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“Daddy works here?” Olivia questions as she walks into the big warehouse looking building, holding your hand tightly.

“Yup, your daddy works here. Are you excited to see him?” You give her hand a light squeeze.

“Yes! I’m excited to see daddy!” Olivia starts to run so you have to keep up with her.

“Slow down, we can’t walk once we get inside the building.”

“I’ll walk inside, daddy says I can use running feet outside, but have to use walking feet inside. Is that right?” Olivia stops and looks up at you to confirm.

“That’s right Olivia, good job!” You crouch down and put your hand out for a high five, which Olivia hits your hand so hard that you’re too stunned to speak. Who knew a 4 year old could high five like that.

You finally get inside and they’re filming so you tell Olivia to be super quiet, she follows your instructions. You get around to the front so she can see Tom while still keeping quiet. But as soon as Olivia catches a glimpse of Tom, she can’t keep quiet any longer, “DADDY! HI DADDY!” She yells.

You panic and crouch down to try to keep her quiet but Tom is just as excited and yells back, “Hi baby girl, I’m coming stay right there with Claire!”

Tom steps away to get to Olivia and picks her up and hugs her real tight. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” He asks as she pulls her head back from his.

“Daddy, my tummy hurts. And my heart, can you fix it please?”

Tom gives Olivia a kiss on a the cheek before answering, “Of course sweetheart, we can have a princess movie night when I’m done with work. How’s that sound?”

Olivia perks up and smiles so big, “good!”

“Good deal, daddy has to do a little bit more work before we can go home so I need you to stay with Claire for just a little bit, okay?” Tom says putting Olivia down.

“But daddy, I want to stay with you..” Olivia whines.

“Okay fine, but you can’t move or talk. Got it?”

“I can do it daddy!” She shouts.

“Okay, you have to come sit right next to daddy’s legs and stay super still.” Tom instructs as he gets back behind the bar.

Olivia does as she’s told and sits behind the bar and whispers, “okay daddy.”

“Scene 12, take 2, ACTION!”

Tom begins his lines, “Hi there, what can I get started for you?”

“Nothing daddy, but thanks,” Olivia buts in.

“And cut,” the director calls out laughing.

Tom leans down under the bar, “sweetheart I need you to stay quiet remember? I’ll tell you when I’m done and we can talk all you want.”

“Okay daddy,” Olivia smiles back at him.

Tom stands back up and looks at you, “Hey Claire, can you maybe come closer to the side over here so you can quickly grab her if needed?”

“Yeah, of course Tom.” You say walking towards the side of the bar but not close enough to be in the shot. You look at Olivia who is sitting under the bar and give her a thumbs up. She gives you two thumbs up right back.

“Okay Tom, scene 12, take 3, ACTION!”

“Hi there, what can I get started for you?” Tom says flirting at the lady ordering from him at the bar.

“I’d like to try the orgasm please?”

“Daddy what’s an orgasm?”

“CUT!” The director yells laughing again.

Tom immediately ducks down below the bar meanwhile everyone else is laughing hysterically. You walk over laughing and kneel next to Tom while he talks to Olivia.

“Well an orgasm is something for grown ups, but it’s not very nice word so maybe we don’t say that word again, okay hun?”

“Okay daddy,” Olivia agrees.

You wink at Olivia and pat Tom on the back, “nice job handling that.”

“Thanks, that couldn’t have been a worse scene to film in front of her but oh well.” He says as you both stand up.

The director walks over to the two of you, “I think we cut today a little short, come in a little earlier tomorrow so we can get wrapped up on time. Take the little one home and enjoy your princess movie night.” He grins at Tom and starts walking away.

“Thank you, I’ll be here an hour early!”

Tom turns to look at you, “thanks for your help Claire, I really appreciate you picking her up. I owe you one!”

“You don’t owe me anything, this is just part of the job. Plus I enjoy spending time with Olivia, she’s a doll,” you smile.

“She's pretty special,” he winks.

“Livy, it’s time to go home and watch some princess movies,” Tom yells for Olivia.

“Yay, let's go daddy!” Olivia exclaims running up to him. He picks her up in his arms and she looks over at you, ”thanks Miss Claire!”

“Anytime Olivia, I’ll see you soon, okay?” You hold out your hand for another high five.

Olivia laughs and hits your hand harder than the first time, “wow, impressive!” You giggle at her and she giggles back sweetly.

“Well don’t have too much fun tonight watching those princess movies!” You turn and start walking away when you hear Tom talk to Olivia, “maybe Miss Claire can come with us next time, would you like that?”

“Yes, daddy! That would be so fun! I love Miss Claire!” She shouts wrapping her arms around Tom’s neck.

“Yeah I think I love her too.” Tom says walking toward the door, not knowing you heard every word of that conversation.

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Did you like the ending?!?!?! Had to make it a little bit more interesting 😉 anyways, hope you enjoyed this one! It was a fun little write!

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flamingskull28 · 3 months

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Neo 3 yawned, extending her weary limbs and receiving a satisfying crack in turn. Captain had asked her not to stay out all day, clearing but well doing three turned into just one more then another then just that sector.... then another.. yeah you get the idea.

"Hopefully Cap'n won't be too peeved." Neo enjoyed rambling to Terrence, her little buddy, he was such a good listener. "Though she's super hypocritical! Like she stays here for hours after a I've left!" Neo huffed slightly annoyed.

Terrence made a slight gurgling noise.

"Huh? You think she's just a workaholic like me.. well yeah, just..."

Buddy burlbed a slight bit more.

"Yeah I should be less harsh on her... she just takes her job seriously.. I should check on her, maybe invite her out for some turfing. I hope she isn't too tired, or lonely..."

Buddy makes an agreement noises.

Neo hurries her pace, Captain spends so much time by herself. Sure the sisters watch out for her but they have their jobs to worry about and craig was sent off for rehydration a while ago. Neo found the thought of captain not having anyone there for her sicking, sure they could be cold and scary but Neo saw she truly cared and was willing to go above and beyond for people she cares about.

Even more worrying was how Captain wasn't responding on the headset, she ALWAYS responded. Neos speed walk turned into a full sprint, she dove into the pipe and rolled out of it quickly arriving at the camp to find...

Captain was fast asleep in the arms of a girl she hadn't met.

Neo raised her gun "Who are you!?" Instead if suprise or feat, the girl slowly turned to her and smiled.

"Oh hey, you must be the New 3. I'm agent 4. Though do be quite, she doesn't get nearly enough sleep..." 4 spoke softly, slowly stroking Captains tentacles as they mumbled in their sleep then seemed to lean on 4 more, a small smile visible..

Neo puts two and two together. "Marie mentioned an Agent 4 before also are you two are... dating?" Captain didn't seem like the romantic type. Though that vision was faded since she was currently leaning on 4's shoulder drooling.

4 chuckled foundly "Yup, not surprised she hasn't told you. Always was shy about it, plus she definitely worries about you to much to have relationship conversations."

Neo tilted her head, confused. "She.. worrys about me? Why, I thought she just wanted to do a good job."

4 smiled and shook her head "She wants to make sure you're safe. It's why she stays here so long, to make sure you don't sneak back in and keep doing missions, like she did as an Agent." 4 sighed and lifted up her girlfriends hat and bangs, showing a noticeable scar. "Got struck pretty bad one time, I had to drag her back to base. While she was still bleeding..." 4 let the bangs fall back followed by the hat which dropped over Captains eyes.

"Oh....." Neo suddenly felt terrible about all the times she fought Captain tooth and nail, trying to stay and patrol more. She guiltfully gaze downwards, her heart sank knowing how distressed she must've made Captain feel. She'd been like a parent to her from the start, sure a quiet and edgy one but a parent nonetheless.

"Kid, eyes up and drop the frown." 4 ordered lightheartedly "We've all been reckless on the job, I've lost count of the times Captain or Marie has chewed me out while patching me up cuz I was being reckless ." She stared off for a moment, seeming to reminisce before snapping back to the moment "Anyway, it's late kid, Come here."

"Huh? Why? Shouldn't I be heading home..."

4 lifted the arm that wasn't wrapped around Captain and showed her squid sisters watch. "It's midnight, you or your little buddy will not be walking home by yourself this late." She patted the spot next to her, and her voice left no room for argument.

Neo hesitantly sat next to 4, only now did she realize how tired she was. How did she even manage to stay up till midnight and not notice? 4 was right, splatsville was dangerous and not exactly the safest place to walk around in when you're half asleep.

Absent mindedly Neo leaned into 4, she was oddly comfortable. She understood why captain looked so peaceful, any form of embarrassment was quickly stomped out by her dreary fatigue. A sentiment seemingly shared by Terrence as he happily chirped and curled up in Neo's lap.

"Rest now, its been a long day." 4's hand gently pet Neo's longer tentacle, she didn't think she'd ever felt this safe and comfortable. "Night kid."

"*yawn* g-goodnight... m-mom..." Neo drifted off, not even registering what she'd said or the surprised smile on 4's face.

4 chuckled looking over the slumbering inkling then over to her girlfriend. "Mom huh..? Guess we are Cap, guess we are..."

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houseoflibra · 7 months

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Now that the plot of Dark Wing has picked up the pace, it's hard for me not to keep up with the monthly releases. So I figured I might as well post some translated scripts here. Let me know if this interests you. (I'll still release the edited pages once the volume is out, just like before.)

Saint Seiya: Dark Wing Chapter 24: The Golden Scorpion Princess

Page 1

Page 2

Soujiro: - All right, listen up, Eulalia, Vassilios. - For this undercover mission, our top priority is to not stand out. - Even here, at this academy, where there are a lot of people with a talent for cosmo, - if you stand out even a little, it's not just our target who will become suspicious, - but also the students.

Gemini Gold Saint, Soujiro

Eulalia: - Hmph! - Just leave it to me, Soujiro. - I, Scorpio Eulalia, - will thoroughly keep a low profile!

Scorpio Gold Saint, Eulalia

Vassilios: - So this is what a Japanese school looks like, huh?… ♪

Soujiro: - (I'm worried…)

Page 3

Teacher: - Today, we have a new student—

Eulalia: - My name is Eulalia! - Nice to meet you all!! - Not so fast! - Victory is mine!!

Students: - Eulalia, you're amazing! - In your studies, at sports, even your bearing… - You're great at everything!

Eulalia: - I am, aren't I? - I'm awesome! - Hahahahah!

Page 4

Students: - Wow! - So cool!

Soujiro: - (No… you stand out too much. But…?!)

Students: - Vassilios, are you free after school today? - How about we all go to a karaoke?

Leo Gold Saint, Vassilios

Vassilios: - Hahahah! Sure! - How about a Japanese anime song themed karaoke?

Students: - Kyah! - Going to an anime-themed karaoke with a hottie sounds great!! (girls) - Kyah!! Kyah!! (boys) - *teeth clenching*

Soujiro: - (He's super popular too!) - (I told them not to draw attention…)

Page 5

Soujiro: - (Should we switch tactics,) - (and intentionally stand out to lure out our enemy?…) - (It looks like it's female students who are disappearing,) - (so if Eulalia acts as bait,) - (we might be able to find out how they're being kidnapped…) - Hmm… - (Sho is colleagues with a lot of girls.) - (It would be easier if we could work together…)

Shoichiro: - (I want a male friend…)

???: - Hey, Soujiro. - What's on your mind?

Page 6

Soujiro: - ! - Charlotte?!

Celestial Spirit Star, Necromancer Charlotte

Soujiro: - So you're okay!

Charlotte: - I died, but - I woke up again in the Underworld.

Soujiro: - (The immortality of the specters…) - (So it's true that Hades's cosmo can resurrect them…)

Charlotte: - They have no intention to hide their cosmo…

Page 7

Charlotte: - Those two are gold saints, aren't they?

Soujiro: - I knew you'd figure it out… - I told them to lay low, but…

Charlotte: - Hehe… - That's not an easy thing to do. - Just look at them. - They're superb.

Soujiro: - Yeah… - (You stand out too…)

Charlotte: - ?

Page 8

Soujiro: - By the way, - did the specters come here - to investigate the incidents at this school too?

Charlotte: - That's right. - People have already been hurt. - Yoruhime and I would like to know what you think about it, Soujiro. - It would be helpful if we could talk, but… - …can those two be trusted?

Page 9

Soujiro: - I trust them… - But Demiurgos… - It's still not clear who his hidden assassins are. - Those two come from families with a long lineage of saints. - Their backgrounds are impeccable, but…

Charlotte: - Soujiro, - you believe in them, don't you?

Soujiro: - *nod* - (Yes.) - (I trust them.) - (But…)

Page 10

Soujiro: - (What if…) - (…they're Demiurgos's agents?) - (Could I…) - (…take them in a fight…?)

Page 11

Eulalia: - Sigh… - It was impossible - to check out all the club activities… - It's a classic in Japanese school stories. - I was looking forward to joining some clubs, but… - Soujiro left to have a secret meeting with an ally, - and Vassilios wandered off somewhere. - Hmm…

Page 12

Eulalia: - Piano music…? - It's delicate and gentle… - What a beautiful sound! - Ah! - It… - It might be a trap from the enemy. - I should take a closer look!

Third Music Room

Page 13

Page 14

Eulalia: - (I'd heard this was a school for geniuses,) - (but I didn't expect them to be this talented.)

Page 15

Eulalia: - (There is cosmo…) - (…in great talent.) - (And there's a serene and majestic…) - (…gentleness and sadness…) - (…in the sound of this piano.) - (I can feel that cosmo.)

Page 16

Eulalia: - That was great!! - It was a top-notch performance!!

Lucas: - Waaaaah!!

Eulalia: - ?!

Page 17

Eulalia: - Hey, hey, what is it? - You're a great pianist.

Lucas: - Ah… - Thank you… - …very much… - Oh… - Waah! - (She's strong…!)

Eulalia: - I don't know the name of the song, but it was wonderful!

Lucas: - Oh… - It doesn't have a name… - I just improvised it…

Eulalia: - You're saying that was improvisation?! - Whoa!!

Page 18

Lucas: - (Too close, too close, too close! Her beautiful face is way too close!!)

Eulalia: - It was just lovely! - Like desperately trying to touch some beautiful thing that's out of reach… - …but experiencing the heartache of being unable to do so… - That's what the song felt like.

Lucas: - …

Eulalia: - What? - Do you have a problem with my interpretation?

Lucas: - N–no, no, no! That's… - It's… - (This morning…) - (I made it thinking of when I met you this morning…)

Page 19

Lucas: - (There's no way I can say that!)

Eulalia: - Heheh! - You were so confident when you were playing. - I got it!! - I know what this is! - You're "gap moe", aren't you?

Lucas: - Huh?… - Am I…?

Eulalia: - Mm-hm!

Page 20

Lucas: - (Still…) - (She's so beautiful, sincere and noble.) - (She really is lovely…)

???: - (If you want her, then take her.) - (Those arms… those legs…) - (that neck…) - (Use the threads of your cosmo to bind her…)

Page 21

???: - (It's all right, you can take everything she has.)

Lucas: - Ngh!…

Eulalia: - Hey! - What's wrong?!

Page 22

Eulalia: - This strong, corrupted cosmo… - Does it belong to a specter?!

Lucas: - Huff… huff… - ("Corrupt…) - (…"kosmo"?…) - ("Spektar"?…)

Page 23

Eulalia: - So you've shown yourself! - This cosmo… - Are those common soldiers?

Page 24

Eulalia: - I'm being underestimated!

Lucas: - Eulalia…?

Eulalia: - As thanks for your performance, - I will show you my true self… - …the true appearance of my soul!!

Page 25

Eulalia: - Hah!

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Eulalia: - The way I normally look - is merely a mask. - But when I put on this gold cloth - and deliver justice… - that is my true self! - Be sure to remember it!!

Lucas: - (She's so…) - (So beautiful!…)

Page 29

???: - (Come now…) - (...my puppets!) - (Defeat this gold saint!)

Eulalia: - Not so fast.

Page 30

Eulalia: - I can clearly see the filthy threads - that control these girls!!

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Eulalia: - Scarlet Needle!

Puppet soldiers: - Waaaah!!

Page 33

Eulalia: - I suppose this was just a first test, wasn't it? - You're welcome to challenge me anytime! - I, Scorpio Eulalia, - will not run or hide!!

Page 34

???: - (Oh…) - (Oh, how…) - (…beautiful…) - (…strong…) - (…noble…) - (…my…) - (…golden princess is…!)

Page 35

Gryphon: - (I must…) - (…have her!…)

To be continued...

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Chapter 4: Deliver Princess Vivi! The Straw Hat Pirates Set Sail

(episode 67)

"Damn, they're annoying!" Zoro complained.

"What's their problem?!" Luffy exclaimed.

Vivi could only stare, jaw-dropped. They just took down two high-ranking agents without even trying! "This can't be! Their strength! Unbelievable!"

"Alright then. Let's settle this!"

"Yeah!" Luffy agreed.

As Vivi watched nervously, they just stared menacingly at one another. With battle cries, they finally went to attack... only for someone to punch them away. "Knock it off!" Nami scolded, as they fell to the ground. "What the heck are you guys doing?! It's just a good thing you managed to keep the girl safe! You almost let a billion berries get away from us!" She stood between them, and pulled them up by the scruffs of their shirts. "Understand?!"

"What are you talking about?" Vivi asked. "Why did you save me?"

Zoro punched Luffy in the face, and received a kick in return. "Right! We need to talk about that!" Nami began a negotiation amongst the squabbling. "It's like this; won't you make a contract with me?"

"Contract?"

Nami finally punched the two boys to the ground. "Quit fighting!"

Later on, a now cheerful Luffy laughed heartedly after hearing what had happened, as Nami talked with Vivi. The latter's hair was tied back up, but now with tails hanging around her face. "Oh! You shoulda just said so, Zoro! I just figured you cut them all down, 'cause they didn't make any food you liked!"

"Don't compare me to you!" Zoro glared.

Luffy laughed some more. "C'mon! Don't sweat it!"

"Shut up, you two!" Nami ordered, then turned back to Vivi. "So, there you have it! As compensation, I'd like one billion berries." The princess turned away in hesitation. "You saw how strong these guys are. It's a pretty good offer, if you ask me."

"I can't!" Vivi straightened up. "I do appreciate your saving me. Thank you."

"Why can't you?!" Nami protested. "You're a princess! One billion shouldn't be much."

"Do you know of the kingdom known as Alabasta?"

"No," She shrugged.

"It's a peaceful kingdom known as a great civilization, and nation," Vivi started to explain, "Well, it used to be."

"Used to be?" Nami asked. "What about now?"

"It's in the middle of a civil war. For years now, signs of a revolution have begun to appear. The people revolted, and the kingdom fell into total chaos." Her hands clenched into angry fists. "Then, one day, I heard the name of an organization; Baroque Works! I learned that the populace was being manipulated by this group. But there was a tight lid on any other information than that, and there was nothing I could do. That's when I asked Igaram, who always meddled in my business since childhood, for help."

"The old tube hair guy?" Luffy asked.

"Tube? Oh, yes," Vivi replied, "I asked him if there was a way I could infiltrate Baroque Works. Because that would let us see who was pulling the strings, and what their goal was."

"You're a pretty high-spirited princess," Zoro remarked with a smirk, "So? Did you figure out this goal of theirs?"

She nodded. ""The founding of an ideal nation,"" Nami said for her, to her surprise, "That's what Igaram-san said, anyway. Oh, does that mean..."

"Yes. The boss says it's to create an ideal nation, but it's an enormous lie!" She glared. "The true goal is to take over Alabasta Kingdom! I have to hurry back, tell everyone the truth, and to stop fighting! If I don't do something... if I don't do something..." She started to choke up.

"I see," Nami frowned sympathetically, then in disappointment "So that's the deal. Now everything finally connects. There'd be no money during a civil war, huh."

"Hey," Luffy grinned in curiosity, "Who is pulling these strings?"

Vivi shot up at that. "T-the boss' identity?! You shouldn't ask that!" Nami tensed up with her.

"You know who it is, right?" He asked.

She waved her hands out frantically. "Don't ask me! Anything but that! Your lives will be put in danger too!"

Nami laughed fearfully. "I think I'll pass on that! After all, these are guys trying to take over an entire country! They're obviously, insanely dangerous people!"

"Yes! They are!" Vivi agreed. "As strong as you people may be, you'd never stand a chance against one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Crocodile!" She blurted out unintentionally.

Everyone stared in dead silence for several, eternal seconds. "Who, now?" Luffy finally piped up.

Vivi clapped her hands over her mouth, as Luffy and Nami gaped in fear. "You just said it," Zoro snarked.

On the building next to them, an ominously familiar eagle and otter loomed over them, before flying away with the latter on the former's back.

A now furious Nami began shaking Vivi by her coat. "What was that bird and sea otter?!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried.

"Are they going to tell someone?!"

"Hey! A Warlord!" Luffy beamed with ecstasy to Zoro.

"Not too shabby!" He smirked in agreement.

"I'm very sorry! It just slipped out!"

"Like that really fixes things now! Why did you have to drag us down with you?!" Nami let her go, and cried into her hands. "Being hunted down by a Warlord the moment we enter the Grand Line is too much to handle!"

"We're lucky we can see him so soon!" Zoro remarked.

"I wonder what he's like!" Luffy agreed.

"Shut up, you two!" Nami shouted, and started stomping away. "It's been a short acquaintance, but I thank you for everything!"

"Where are you going?" Luffy asked.

"They don't know what we look like yet! I'm running away!" She stopped when an eagle and otter blocked her path, the latter holding incredibly accurate sketches of her, Luffy, and Zoro. "Wow! That's so good!" She praised fearfully with applause to avoid conflict, before they flew away. "I guess this means there's nowhere to run now, huh?!" She raged.

"I'm sorry!" Vivi cried.

"She's funny!" Luffy remarked.

"Where was she planning to run to, anyway?" Zoro wondered aloud. "Guess that means all three of us are on Baroque Works' hit list now."

Luffy chuckled with a wide grin. "That's exciting for some reason!"

Vivi tried to comfort a depressed Nami. "I-I have 500,000 berries in savings," She offered.

"Fear not!" Igaram suddenly appeared, now donning red lipstick, the same outfit as the princess, his giant curls in a high ponytail, and carrying three sacks with faces under his arms. "It's-" He cleared his throat. "Ma-ma-ma~. It's all right! I have a plan!"

"Igaram!" Vivi ran over to him, as did Luffy. "What are those clothes?!"

He laughed, and looked all over him. "You look hilarious in those, old guy!"

"It's idiot after idiot. Vivi-sama, please listen to me carefully. Once Baroque Works' intelligence network learns of something, pursuers may come after you almost immediately. On top of that, if you know the boss' secrets, you know what happens."

"A thousand or so people will come after you," She warned, and Nami whipped her head around to glare.

"Therefore, I will pretend to be you, like so, and sail straight to Alabasta with three dummies on board."

Luffy prodded at one of the dummies' heads. "These are us?"

"A decoy, huh," Zoro remarked.

"While the pursuers are busy with me, all of you will head to Alabasta via the normal route."

"Hold it!" Nami cut in. "Who said we were gonna take the princess there?! We still haven't come to an agreement, you know!"

"Take the princess there? What now?" Luffy asked.

"You haven't heard?" Zoro stood on his feet. "Pops here wants us to take her home."

"Oh, that's what this is about? Sure!" He agreed to it.

"Crocodile is gonna come after us, you know!" Nami yelled.

Luffy looked up at Igaram. "Is Crocodile really that strong?"

"He's one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. He's a legally-recognized pirate, and thus has no bounty on his head. However, the bounty he did have long ago was 80 million berries."

"80 million?!" Nami shouted. "That's four times Arlong's bounty! Say no!"

"Will you do it?" Igaram asked Luffy.

"Yeah!" He beamed. "It sounds like fun!"

"I am ever grateful!"

Later on, they gathered at the back harbor, as Igaram prepared to sail off. "Ma-ma-ma~. Now, then. I, Vivi, will leave from here."

"That's a perfect imitation, old guy!" Luffy praised.

"Imitation of who?!" Zoro exclaimed; he wasn't even trying.

"Now then, Princess. Please give me the Eternal Pose." She hesitated, but handed it over.

Nami perked up in interest. "Eternal Pose?"

"You've never heard of it?" He asked in surprise. "I suppose you could say it's a permanent version of a Log Pose. Whereas a Log Pose always leads ships to the next island, an Eternal Pose will never forget the magnetic energy of the island that is stored in it. Meaning it will forever point to that island alone. And this one is set to Alabasta."

"You're going to use this to go to Alabasta?" Vivi asked.

"Vivi-sama, please take the indirect island-hopping route to Alabasta," Igaram requested, "I've not taken the path myself, but it should only be two or three islands if you follow the Log." He glanced around at everyone. "Please take good care of the princess."

"Yeah!" Luffy agreed.

"Igaram..." She looked up at him sadly.

"I expect it will be a harsh journey. Be careful on your way."

"Iga-!" She choked up, before finally smiling, and they locked hands. "You too!"

With that, he was off with the decoys. 'Let us meet safely at our motherland. You must save the kingdom by your own hand!'

"There he goes," Luffy smiled, "He was a funny old guy, to the very end!"

"He really is reliable," Vivi commented. They watched serenely for a few seconds, when...

The ship exploded!

They gawked in horror, as the ship burned down, and the decoys were charred into nothing. "No!" Nami exclaimed. The Eternal Pose fell into the water, out of the carnage. "That's impossible! They're already after us?!"

Now furious, Luffy picked up his hat, put it on his head, and began sprinting deeper into the island. "He was a great person!" He raged.

"Nami!" Zoro frantically turned to the navigator. "What's the Log say?!"

She quickly looked. "We're okay! It's stored up!"

"Bring her with us! We're setting sail!"

"Vivi! Vivi!" Nami tried to gain her attention, but all she could do was stare on in absolute horror. "Hurry! If they find us, it'll all be for nothing!" Realizing Vivi was about to cry, biting her lip until it bled, she pulled her into her arms. "Don't worry! We will get you there!" She vowed, as tears welled up in Vivi's eyes. "I know they don't look like it..."

"Luffy! Go wake those three up!" Zoro commanded. "I'm going to the ship!"

"... but they saved the East Blue! Just the four of them!"

"Alright! Leave it to me!"

"Baroque Works?! Crocodile?! Ha!" Usopp was slumped over on a table, while Venus laid underneath the same table, with her head right behind his, and Sanji was sprawled out on the floor. "The Seven Warlords are nothing at all!"

Luffy barged into the bar after searching everywhere else, and frantically glanced around to finally find them. He grabbed Usopp's nose, along with one of Venus' plaits in one hand, and Sanji's left leg in the other, waking the boys up, then ran back outside like mad, crashing through the wall. "Let's go!"

"What the-?! Oww! What the-?!" Sanji exclaimed through repeatedly bumping his head. "What the hell're you doing, Luffy?! Hey!"

"My nose is coming off!"

"Let go, dammit! What's going on?!"

Despite being dragged by her hair, and Usopp repeatedly squishing her, Venus stayed deeply asleep.

Nami was also running for the ship, with their new guest. "Hurry, Vivi!"

"R-right!" She nodded, but started looking around frantically. Karoo is missing!

On the Merry, Zoro pulled the anchor up, as Luffy returned with the three crewmates. "Hey! I brought 'em!"

"Get on! We're ready to leave anytime!"

Luffy looked back when they were quiet. "Huh? These guys are still sleeping!"

"There's no time to look for him!" Nami urged Vivi.

"But I can't just leave him here!"

"Still!"

"Hey! What's the problem?!" Zoro called down to the girls.

"She says her duck is missing!" Nami replied.

"He won't come when we whistle for him!"

"This him?" Zoro casually pointed to the large duck next to him.

"You're there?!" Both girls raged.

"He was here before even me."

Vivi started climbing up the rope ladder. "There's a tributary just up the river! We can use it to get out to sea a little faster!"

"Alright!" Luffy cheered, as the sail was furled. "Let's go!"

"Hey," Zoro approached Vivi.

"Mr. Bushido."

"Just how many people are gonna be chasing us down?"

"I don't know. There are about 2,000 people in Baroque Works, and I've heard there are several town-like bases like this one nearby."

"They really might send 1,000 people?!" Nami exclaimed.

"H-huh?!" Sanji sputtered.

"Hey! The ship's leaving!" Usopp pointed out.

"Finally awake, I see," Nami drolled, "All but one, at least."

Neither of them were happy. "Wait! Let's stay just one more night!" Sanji protested.

"Yeah!" Usopp agreed.

"This town is great! And the girls are cute!"

"Venus-chan was dancing!" Usopp complained. "There's no telling when we'll have this much fun again!"

"Let's take it easy! We are pirates!"

"Plus, it's not even morning yet!"

"They have some nerve," Zoro griped, "They don't even know anything." After a couple of punching noises, Nami walked to the railing with a smile. "Hey! Explain to them!"

"Yep! I just did!"

"That was fast."

Turned out, she had simply knocked them unconscious with one punch each. "Yeah, I left out the complicated parts."

And all the while, Venus didn't even stir.

"We should be able to leave the island soon."

"Cool!" Luffy exclaimed. "There's fog now!"

"It's almost morning," Nami observed.

Little did they know, there was a stowaway. "It's good we managed to escape the people chasing us!" A strange, female voice remarked.

"That's for sure!" Nami agreed obliviously.

"We need to be careful not to crash the ships into the rocks," The voice continued.

"Just leave it to me!" Nami boasted, before she realized something was off. "Wait. Was that you, Luffy?"

"Nope."

Nami cautiously turned around, and gasped at the newcomer. A tall-looking, tan-skinned young woman with black shoulder-length hair, piercing blue eyes, and a purple sexy cowgirl outfit was sitting casually on the railing. "This is a nice ship."

"Who're you?!" Zoro exclaimed.

Vivi's eyes widened. "Y-you're...!"

She smirked, and leaned her head into her palm. "I ran into Mr. 8 a short while ago, Ms. Wednesday."

"You killed Igaram!" Vivi glared.

"Who cares about that!" Luffy cut in. "What're you doing on this ship?! Who're you?!"

"What are you doing here, Ms. All Sunday?!" Vivi demanded.

"Ms. All Sunday?!" Nami turned to her. "What number is she partner to?!"

"She's the partner of Mr. 0, the boss!"

"The bo- Crocodile?!" She shouted.

"Is she bad?" Luffy asked obliviously.

"She was the only one who knew the boss' identity. We found out who he is, by following her!"

"More accurately... I allowed you to follow me," Ms. All Sunday corrected.

"Oh! Then she's good!"

"I know that!" Vivi glared. "You're also the one who told him we discovered his identity, right?!"

"Correct."

"So she really is bad!" Luffy sneered.

"Pipe down, you!" Zoro scolded, before panicking. "Wait, Venus is back there!"

"Your friend's fine." Sure enough, Venus was sleeping peacefully behind her, lightly snoring. "Cute little thing."

"What exactly is it you trying to do?!" Vivi demanded.

"Good question. You were all so intent and serious, that I found myself helping out," Ms. All Sunday admitted, "The idea of a princess trying her hardest to save her kingdom, while making herself an enemy of Baroque Works. It was just so ridiculous, you see."

Vivi seethed in fury. "Don't you mock me!"

At that, every Straw Hat prepared to attack. Even Sanji pointed a pistol at her head! Usopp was quick to notice the unusual sight. "Hey! Sanji! You do realize what you're doing?!"

"No, not really," The cook admitted, "I just sense that my beloved Ms. Wednesday is in danger."

Ms. All Sunday was only slightly put off by the threats. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't point such dangerous objects at me."

Sanji and Usopp were mysteriously lifted in the air, and the same source knocked Nami's improved weapon, a wooden beam, out of her head. Plus Venus' limbs were pinned down. "You don't mean-!" Zoro's eyes widened.

"A Devil-" Vivi was cut of by Sanji and Usopp being dropped to the deck.

"A Devil Fruit!" Zoro finished for her.

"Which one?!" Nami exclaimed. "What's her power?!"

"Oww," Sanji sat up, before he perked up, "Upon closer look, you're actually a beautiful lady!"

Ms. All Sunday smirked. "Now, now. Don't be so hasty. I haven't been given any orders. I have no reason to fight." Luffy's hat suddenly flew up for her to catch. "So you're the straw hat captain I've heard so much about... Monkey D. Luffy."

"Hey, you!" Luffy raged, swinging his fists. "Gimme my hat back! Are you tryin' to start a fight?!"

"I deem you an enemy!" Usopp declared. "Leave this instant!"

Ms. All Sunday set his hat over hers. "How unlucky you are. You people picked up a princess Baroque Works is out to kill. And a princess being protected by a mere handful of pirates. But what's even unluckier is the course your Log Pose indicates." At that, Nami investigated the Log Pose urgently. "The name of the next island is... Little Garden. We don't even need to do anything; you'll be wiped out long before you can even reach Alabasta."

"Will not!" Luffy shouted. "Gimme my hat back!"

"You wish!" Usopp yelled from behind the mast. "You big dummy!"

"What are you, a kid?" Zoro snarked at him.

"Do you not think letting yourself get wiped out is a bit foolish?" She questioned, and tossed Luffy's hat down, along with an Eternal Pose to Vivi.

"An Eternal Pose?"

"You can skip past Little Garden with that. It points to an island just before Alabasta: Nothing At All Island. None of our employees know that course, so no one will chase you."

Nami stared for a moment in surprise. "What? She's a good person?"

"Why are you giving this to us?!" Vivi demanded.

"It's a trap, isn't it?" Zoro interrogated.

She smiled down at them. "Is it, now?"

Vivi was in deep thought, as she stared at the Log Pose. 'What do I do? I don't want to accept this from someone like her. But now that they've let me onboard, taking the safest route might be best.'

"Who cares about that!" Luffy snatched it away, and shattered it in his hand, to everyone's shock.

Seconds later, Nami punched him to the floor. "Are you an idiot?! She went out of her way to show us a nicer course!" She furiously pointed to Ms. All Sunday. "What if she's actually a good person?!"

Luffy stayed in defiant silence for a moment. "You're not the one who decides this ship's course!"

He and their adversary stared daggers, before she tilted her head. "I see. That's too bad."

"Urgh!" Nami growled.

"She blew up the old tube hair guy, so I hate her!"

"I don't hate high-spirited people. If you survive, let's meet again."

"No!" Luffy glared.

With that, she leaped overboard, and onto a seat on top of a giant turtle. "Let's go, Bunchi!"

Zoro peered over the edge in curiosity. "W-what is that?!"

Usopp nervously joined him. "Don't tell me it's a Sea King! No..."

Everyone yelled in shock. "A turtle!"

"What a huge turtle!" Luffy remarked.

Vivi suddenly collapsed to her knees. "I can't tell what that woman is thinking one bit!"

"Then there's no point in thinking about it," Nami frowned sympathetically.

"We already got someone like that on this ship, anyway," Zoro snarked about the goofy captain.

"Hey!" Usopp exclaimed. "Explain what's going on! None of this makes sense!"

"Oh, Ms. Wednesday!" Sanji swooned. "Don't tell me you've joined the crew?!"

"Hey! Explain already- whoa! There's an ostrich onboard!" Karoo quacked in offense at the sniper. "C'mon, what's going on?!"

"Is it for food?" Sanji asked, and Karoo squawked with fear.

"Explain what's going on!" Usopp demanded, as Venus continued to sleep away.

The next day, two of the three absentees were put up to speed on everything that ocurred. "I see," Sanji said, "It's too bad I missed out on it, but there's still opportunity for me to shine, too. Don't worry!" By now, Vivi wore a light green horizontal-striped button-up shirt, borrowed from the navigator. "Now that this sleeping prince has awoken, your safety is guaranteed!"

"Whoa!" Usopp exclaimed. "Good thing I slept through it!" He perked up at a familiar groan.

"Nami-san, jealous any?" Sanji asked.

"Nope!"

A groggy Venus stumbled over from the upper deck. "Oh God, my head," She groaned, as she held her headband with one hand, while rubbing her forehead with the other.

Usopp ran over, and caught her when she almost slipped on the stairs. "Venus-chan, you okay?"

"I've got such a headache," She griped, "And my hair hurts for some reason." She held her pigtail that was yanked by the captain. "Ugh, I'm never drinking again."

"Lightweight," Zoro smirked, earning a glare from her.

"I'm just gonna go lay down." Oblivious to their guest, she stumbled to the bedroom she shared with Nami.

"About time you woke up!" The navigator scolded.

"Yeah, yeah," She dismissed.

"I'll get you a cold cloth for your head," Usopp offered, as he rubbed her back.

"I'd love that, thanks," She smiled up at him, with her head rested on his shoulder, "You're sweet." She walked to her bed, not noticing the deep blush that came on his face.

"I-I-I'll be right back," He stammered, and quietly shut the door.

As he started soaking a cloth for her, he didn't hear footsteps approaching behind his back. "Say, Usopp-"

"AAH!" He yelped at Nami's voice, dropping the cloth in the water bucket, before he snatched it back up. She stood over him, now wearing a fresh clean shirt, with a proud grin. "What?!"

"You've been acting like Sanji lately, y'know," She smirked, "Only with less creepiness."

"W-what? How?"

"With Venus...?" Nami started, like it was supposed to be common knowledge. "Helping her with the littlest things... sitting next to her when we eat... freaking out when she's in danger... prioritizing her over everyone else. You were the most sad when she wasn't going to join us at first; you have a crush on her!!" She practically squealed.

"SHH!! I do not!" He loudly whispered.

"Do too!" She giggled. "It's cute!"

"It's not cute!" He protested in embarrassment. "Or true either!"

"Come on, Usopp," Zoro scoffed, "Everyone can see it."

"Yep," Sanji agreed, albeit slightly peeved at some competition for one of the girls.

"B-but I... it can't be that."

"What other explanation is there?" Nami shrugged. "You'll feel better if you admit it."

"But I don't! I can't!"

"Yes, you do! Just admit it!" She insisted. "Does your heart flutter around her?"

"Well, y-yeah, but-"

"And you find her cute?"

"Yes, obviously, but-"

"You want to be around her all the time?"

"Yes, now let's-"

"You want to hold her? Kiss her?"

He hesitated at that. She had him there. "... W-well-"

"Ha! That settles it!"

"Alright! So I have a crush on her!" He quietly exclaimed. "So what?! Just keep your voices down, and don't tell her! Nobody!" He pointed all around, even to Vivi.

"Alright," Zoro raised his hands up in defense.

"Deal," Nami nodded.

"Promise," Vivi winked.

"Fine," Sanji sulked.

"Well for now, looks like our next destination is set," Zoro remarked to change the subject.

"Little Garden, huh," Sanji recalled the name.

"Oh, h-hey now!" Usopp stammered. "Will we be alright there?!"

"Who knows! Let's go, men!"

"Yeah!"

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Still in love with your lies - part 2/4

◗ 　A/N: Hi dearies!💕 .As I said,I have no idea what I'm writing, forgive me. This is totally in Narrator's POV compared to the 1st part. I still hope you'll may like this. ❤ Take care and much love! 💝💫 ◗ 　Warning : angst, violence, swearing ◗ little note: if you haven't checked out yet, see these links before reading 🔗 brief character profile (still, I've included the profile photos below to understand the story) 🔗part1

Character profile:

2 days later

Location : FBI headquarters, Germany

When MC signed up for the mission, she was instructed to 'arrest, investigate and not supposed to kill the hacker'. But the encrypted email that MC received was unexpected.

From Agent E3(Evelyn) ,

This is to inform team leader M7(mc) that the mission '01040-jake' will be further proceeded by Section 3 team, as initially planned. We appreciate on behalf of our whole FBI committee for the hardwork of you and your team. Henceforth,you need not investigate nor participate regarding Criminal:Jake's case. The next primary mission put forth for your team is continuing the 'Jennifer-3 guilty' case by aiding the police, incognito. The 2nd task is top notch secret, that will be discussed in person.I have passed on the message as per Agent Vampire's command. Delete this at once after reading.

Agent MC was at her limit.She couldn't tolerate all that she had done until now weren't part of the plan. Because the real plan was hidden and will be executed without her involvement.

The first thing she did was yell at her subordinate after she had entered her team's discussion room. "You knew all of it, right? ", she shrieked.

"Woah! Woah! Are you already back to work? MC! You should have taken more rest! ", Agent Frederick exclaimed.

"So, you did know,huh? Great. I appreciate your loyalty towards me. What's next? Kill the hacker? Is it today.or.tomorrow? What makes you all think that he is so dangerous? or.. Have you closed his chapter, already?. Why the extreme silence? Finding reasons to apologize? What the…Answer me you fuxxing snake!", her anger raised fast as a lightning, for each question.

"Why are you blaming me, MC ? I did what the head and R3(Reynold) told.You better calm down.No one is killing anyone.", Frederick said nonchalantly.

"F7(Frederick) ! I heard you, so damn well! ", she scowled. " You said you'll make Jake pay for whatever he did. "

"Agent M7,calm down for a minute,please.Let's sit down and talk. I'll make sure to call our other 2 members too", Agent Natalie aka N7 tried to stop the commotion between them before it gets too late.

"Yeah, I said. But I didn't mean it", Frerdrick shrugged.

MC snatched the bottle of water he was about to drink and flinged it afar. " Really? Good to know. Oh,I also heard you calling me 'my girl'. "

"I meant that, MC.No..wait..Let me..Why..why don't we listen to N7(Natalie) ? . Let's sit and talk, shall we? ", he said trembling.

" I don't have time lurking around like you, Frederick. Put a full stop to your idiocity is all that I request from you." She took his hand and patted it gently. "Just how many times should I say 'NO' to you? Would you like another practical demonstration of it?", she snickered.

"Umm…Agent M7, sorry to interrupt but , since you're here , why don't you train our intern? ", Natalie reported. " That was the mission assigned for you by Agent Reynold, in case if you were discharged from hospital today".

She pulled her hand away from his. "An intern, at this time of the year? ", she inquired. " Ah, so the guy waiting outside is him. Okay N7(Natalie) . I also have to meet Reynold after that."

"Sure,Agent M7.Go ahead", Natalie said handing over the intern's bio to MC.

MC walked out and assisted the newbie with his first task. She then made her way to meet Agent Reynold aka R3,leader of Section 3.

" Whew. She's furious as ever", Frederick sulked.

"You should be thankful that I saved you. Urgh, what you've done is pissing off me too, Frederick.", Natalie let out a huge breath. " And , don't forget to clear up the mess", she pointed at the wet floor and then at an empty paper. "Write a letter of apology, if you wish not to make anything more worse. "

_At Section 3 leader's office_

"Hey! How are you doing? ", Agent Reynold smiled and welcomed on seeing MC.

" You could have atleast told me", she frowned.

There was a brief silence.

"MC, that hacker killed his own mother", he said rubbing the back of his neck. " He is very well capable of turning the tables against us. "

"So,I am not that capable of handling him. Is that what you are all trying to say?",she asked as calm as she could.

"No! Eugene wanted you to handle another crucial case after this deadline!.More importantly, we didn't expect you to get hospitalized. So he immediately gave it to us without confronting you", he said.

He raised from his seat and stood in front of her,mumbling a 'sorry'. He then took a folded paper from his pocket and showed it to her.

It was an encrypted message. She scrutinized it and took a step back. "You got the head's approval for me?"

"Yep! , you can continue Jake's case.I know how much you were looking forward to accomplish this task from day 1.He's in the investigation room 306.Now go ,agent Key", he chuckled.

" This won't suffice.Treat me a dinner too,brother ", she smiled back and hugged him sideways.

" Haha. I will. Goodbye Y/N", he uttered her real name softly and saw her disappearing from his sight as the door closed.

'Fine, let's commence our mission', she thought to herself but she was surprised to see the intern running towards her.

"I finished writing the report, agent M7! ", Oliver panted.

" Well done, Agent O7(Oliver)! . I'm sorry that I left you half way . Wait in my office. I'll be back in an hour. "

He saluted flashing a smile, and ran back with the same speed.

.・゜-: ✧ :-To be continued-: ✧ :-゜・．

Edit: part 3 here

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bolbianddolanhouse · 7 months

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BNHA self insert AU [Book 4]

Catch up here! 1 2 3

Chapter 8: That’s Not How You Eat a Banana

Hanaka’s freak out caused a whole lot of hassle for her and Tensei. The staff had to go all hands-on deck to keep things peaceful to appease the mother of the twins (aka the school’s biggest donor and contributor). It’s not looking too good for the twins.

-Lunchtime, at school-

“Hey, you girls go ahead” said Hanaka to her friends “I’m just gonna-”

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” asked Petti “You always want to have lunch.”

“Yeah! I even brought those strawberry Koalas Nya!” Kyanka presented the colorful box of snacks in her paws “Your favorite!”

Hanaka eyed the snacks “Thanks but I’m just not feeling myself today.”

Twinkle gasped “What did that school counselor tell you?!” she furrowed her brow “Because if he said something bad, I’m going to-”

“Guys it’s not what the school counselor said” Hanaka waved her arms to dismiss any escalation of anger “I’ve just doing too much talking to people this week. I need some quiet time with no talking.”

The girls looked at each other with worry, Hanaka was usually the high energy one and seeing her so worn down like this was concerning.

“Okay, you go have your alone time” assured Petti “We’ll see you later.”

The other two nodded, making Hanaka feel a little better.

“Thanks guys” sighed Hanaka in relief “see you later.”

The girls waited for Hanaka to turn the corner that led to the stairs for them to scurry off to the roof top. They sorta had the same idea to spy from afar to make sure their friend was okay. The girls have been worried about Hanaka since the freak out a few days ago and wished they could do more to help.

“Nya! Good thing I got my multi-use googles today!” Kyanka said as they pulled out her support tool out of her bag “Could use the practice before the license exam.”

“Girl isn’t that after the training camp?” Twinkle asked as she tried to scope out Hanaka in the courtyard.

“Wait, didn’t sensei say that was pushed for after the licensing?” Petti was trying to recall “No wait, that doesn’t make sense.”

The girls were trying to remember meanwhile Hanaka strolled near the mindfulness garden. She really hasn’t had the chance to see what it was all about other than that her mom got this built when she made her first big donation many years before she had kids.

“Mindfulness Garden, built to give students a place to reflect and heal mentally. Bulit in honor of Intelligence alumni Agent 19, CEO of Robodog Inc and Inner Circle agent of the Emperor’s Coup.” Hanaka read the plaque at the entrance of the garden “Huh, I forget that mom is an agent. What a girlboss!”

She makes her way into the garden and sits under the willow tree that’s tucked in a more secluded part of the garden. Bringing her knees up to her chest, lunch bag set next to them, they give a large inhale and exhale into a heaving sob. God, they were so mentally exhausted! They didn’t want to talk about their feelings or performance in school to teachers or counselors anymore! And they don’t want to burden their friends with their feelings. With things at home being limited to basically talking to their dad that doesn’t know the meaning of being so mentally tired, Hanaka feels so alone. She could wait until their mom is done with her company stuff, but she wants her now, not a week from now! Her boiling hot tears flow out of her tired, little eyes. Tears so hot that they sizzle upon contact.

“What do you see?” asked Petti to Kyanka, trying to toggle the settings

“Nya hold on! I’m trying to find the right setting, but the buttons are too small!”

“Just use your nail Kya” suggested Twinkle.

Kyanka groaned “My daddy made me file them down because I was snagging on everything in the house” she flexed her paw to show the other two “I can’t do shit with just my beans!”

“Yeesh! Here I’ll click through for you” Petti grunted “Tell me when.”

“Okay!.....NYAH!” Kyanka signaled “Where did you lose her Twinkle?”

Twinkle pointed toward the garden “Over there, she went under those trees and I’m not sure where she went after.”

“How are you going to see through the trees?” asked Petti

“These googles come with a heat seeking setting” Kyanka looked toward the area “And since Hanaka radiates high heat, she’ll show up as bright white on my thing.”

“Wow look at you kitty girl! Having the braincell today!” praised Twinkle

“FOUND HER! Wait, nya?”

“What is it?” asked Petti and Twinkle

“Well I found her but theres another thing I’m picking up, nya” Kyanka was trying to explain “Another, person? Thing? Person shaped thing?”

“What’s got you confused?” Petti was trying to piece what Kyanka was seeing.

Kyanka pursed her lips in concentration “Like, why is this thing pitch black? Like it’s made out of the coldest ice ever. And it’s...moving around? So it’s not an ice sculpture, nya.”

Twinkle gasped “Hanaka’s direct opposite?! What are the chances!”

Meanwhile, Hanaka wasn’t aware that she wasn’t alone until she hears a very soft but close by “Damn!”

That startled her out of her thoughts, looking around to see who was there. But she didn’t see anyone next to her, maybe somebody was behind the tree? She crawled to peer behind the trunk of the tree, at first there was nobody there but in a blink of an eye, suddenly appeared a male uniform with a presumably invisible person in it. Hanaka flinched in fear but didn’t want to look away out of curiosity, she’s never met an invisible person before! Even though she couldn’t see their face, she felt their eyes on them.

“I- um, I-I-I” the invisible person stammered, like they just got caught.

Hanaka wasn’t sure why they were acting like that but then noticed the spilt soy sauce on the knee of their pants.

“Ah! Here, I have a detergent stick” Hanaka reached into her bag to pull out a pen detergent stick “I eat really messy too, don’t worry.”

The person was hesitant to reach for the pen she offered but slowly leaned over to grab it “Th-thank you” they said in the same soft voice.

Hanaka looked on as they removed their stain “Oh uhhh, I’m-”

“You’re Hanaka R. Iida, Hero course student in 1A” the person finished her sentence “I know who you are.”

“Whoa, how do you know my name and class?”

“I um, I studied you closely- NOT IN A PERVY WAY!” they clarified in a panic “I mean, I’m a business student here. I’m Tenten Chuubei, class 1A. The business course has us predict trends on things like top students or who’s more likely to be a top hero or sidekick.”

“Oh, cool! I didn’t know the business course did that” Hanaka was even more intrigued now “Say, I’ve never met anyone with your quirk! How does it work?”

“Huh? You’re curious about me?”

Hanaka nodded eagerly.

“Well, I have three quirks, according to the registry here” the person explained “I have invisibility, clairvoyance and sheer cold.”

Hanaka gasped “Cold?! I’m a fire user!”

“I was kind of hoping we’d never cross paths for you to see me like this” Tenten sighed as they recapped the pen “Don’t think you can-”

“Can I shake your hand with my hand at max heat?”

“Huh?” Tenten was confused as hell

“I’ve never experienced the cold before, and it doesn’t snow where I’ve lived my entire life” Hanaka stuck her hand out “I’d love to see how it feels.”

Tenten looked Hanaka’s hand and gulped hard “Now that I think about it, I’ve never felt warmth” he reached out his hand slowly “I’m curious too.”

Even though Hanaka can’t see his hand, she certainly felt it when his fingertips touched her palm. Their hands fell into the handshake position, but they didn’t do the shaking part because they were too focused on the new sensation. They didn’t know how long they were holding hands or how the other was feeling, all that Hanaka could do is give a big dumb grin and wide eyes.

“Why the hell are they just holding hands?” Petti squawked “I just know she convinced them to hold hands, Hanaka always wants to touch things with they’re quirk related.”

“Hm? I didn’t take Hanaka for the curious type” commented Twinkle as they munched on the abandoned Koala snacks “How do you know?”

“Nya, she asked me what I was hiding my mittens when I was the new kid in preschool” Kyanka clapped her paws “She said my paws were cool and would poke my beans. And we were friends since!”

Petti groaned “When we were babies, Hanaka would collect my feathers when I was preening or molted” she lifted the back of her feathers on the base of her neck “She burned me on the neck when we were toddlers when she tried to put my feathers back on when I molted. I like to say she branded me as her friend at that point.”

“Nya, I have mine too on my wrist!”

Twinkle gasped excitedly “Wow! When will I get my friendship branding?!”

The two branded friends looked at each other, then at their unbranded friend.

“You don’t wanna, those burns were painful as hell!”

“Humph! I just want a friendship thing!” whined Twinkle, crossing their arms “Bracelets are so cliche! I want to get branded!”

Back to Hanaka, only 5 minutes has passed in the hand holding position, but the boy was starting to feel a bit weirded out.

“Alright, erm” he spoke as he loosened his grip.

“Hm? OH!” Hanaka quickly let go at his hint “That was nice! So that’s how being cold feels like.”

The boy was looking at his hand “Yea, nice...Like I was going to, melt? Turn into water?”

“Do you have lunch here every day?” blurted Hanaka “Can I join you again?”

“Erm, I come here to hide” said the boy meekly, making himself invisible again “I gotta go.”

“WAIT!” Hanaka bolted up but it was for nothing, he ran off and she couldn’t see him.

Now Hanaka wants to get to know Tenten and become friends. She was excited to tell her friends that she experienced cold for the first time. But the others already had an idea of what happened.

After School, walking to the nurse’s office

“YOU WHAT?!” yelled Hanaka

The girls winced at the outburst.

“We were concerned for you!” Petti defended “We gave you the space.”

“Nya! I didn’t say that we knew who that was or what was said” Kyanka crossed her arms “It was just predictable and surprising that the one time you want to be alone is the time you find your direct opposite.”

Twinkle was pouty and slowly inching their hand toward Hanaka “If you’re mad, you can take it out on me.”

Petti and Kyanka slowly lowered their friend’s hand away, making them more pouty.

“ANYWAYS! Who was the person?” asked Petti “are they nice? Bitchy?”

“Are they pretty?! What class are they in?” asked Kyanka “I don’t think there’s an ice user in the B class next to us.”

Hanaka raised an eyebrow and recalled “Hm, actually. They’re an invisible quirk user with 2 other quirks. And they’re a boy in the Business course.”

The three girls gasped and eyes widened.

“A boy?! You held hands with a boy?!” screamed Twinkle before Kyanka shoved a paw in her mouth to silence her.

Hanaka looked at her hand and fully processed what she said to Tenten earlier. Once it clicked she turned red and set the top of her head on fire.

“Oh my god why did I do that?!” panicked Hanaka, hands on her cheeks “I’ve never talked to a boy that wasn’t my siblings’ friends! I was just curious! Oh geez what if he thinks I was flirting with him?!”

The squak were in hysterics right outside the nurse’s office, thankfully nurse Eri put a stop to it before anything caught on fire. The girls calmed down and got the band aid for Twinkle before leaving. Hanaka was very bothered by this realization but didn’t really know how to express it or explain it. She just went straight to her room once she got home, no words exchanged to her twin or dad. She even forgot to lock her door! That’s how bothered she was.

“Hanaka? You want a snack?” her dad asked carefully before opening her door a bit wider “We just got our shipment of hot chips, mom got your favorites.”

She looked over to her dad in the doorway with a bag of Exxtra Hot Cheetos. No words were spoken, just her holding her hands out with the grabby hands.

Her dad sat at the foot of the bed and waited to see if Hanaka wanted to talk about what’s bothering her as she popped the chip bag open. Hanaka just crunched, unable to find the words but just a singular sigh.

“Ah, so you talked to the opposite sex and your friends/classmates are teasing/shocked about it and you’re not sure how to feel about it because you’ve never talked like that and wonder if they took it the wrong way but you just wanted to make a friend.”

Hanaka stopped mid crunch “What the- how did you?”

Their dad chuckled “That’s what happened to me when I held your mom’s hands for the first time when they told me their secret” he reminisced “I told my brother when I got home and my classmates saw me from the third floor window hold her hands. I was embarrassed and unsure about my feelings, because I wanted to be friends with her. But at the same time I developed feelings that never truly went away.”

Hanaka turned red again, as bright as the cheetos she was snacking on.

“It’s okay to feel like this, you don’t need to figure it out right away” their dad opened his arms for a hug “take your time, you just met this boy right? Who knows! He might make a really good friend.”

Hanaka threw herself into her dad's arms for the hug “Thanks dad.”

He embraced her “Anytime Hanaka. Just take my advice, if you do find yourself that you like this boy: Don’t wait, just tell him you like him. You might regret it if you don’t say anything.”

“Is that what happened to you?”

“Yes and if I wasn’t just a denier of my feelings, I would’ve confessed 2nd year and married the day we were 20 years old.” he sighed and held his daughter tighter “But then you and your siblings wouldn’t exist! And I very much love you all.”

“Dad, are you crying?”

“....yes” he croaked “I just really love my little family and all my children are growing up so fast! It’s like last week you were crawling for the first time and now you’re talking to boys! I’ll blink and you’ll be married!”

“Dad! I don’t know if I even like this boy!” Hanaka tried to squirm herself out of her dad’s embrace “let me go you big sappy fool!”

“No, because if I let you go” her father didn’t budge “you’ll grow up! Stay little just a bit longer please.”

Hanaka stopped resisting and pondered on what her father said, almost in defeat.

“Fine, no promises that I won’t be a little taller tomorrow tho!”

-Later that night, before bedtime-

There was a knock on Tensei’s door

“Go away Rosa”

“STUPIDO TENSEI YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANT!”

Tensei sighed and unlocked the door anyways “Que quieres?”

Hanaka barged in and front flipped onto her twin’s bed, almost missing the edge of the mattress. She turns to properly face Tensei.

“I have to tell you many things twin brother.”

“Uh huh? That’s why you come in to stand higher than me?” Tensei smirked as he sat at his desk chair “Pues? What do you need to tell me gemela?”

Hanaka takes a deep breath “Okay, first off! I’m sorry for letting my rage get the best of me at school.” She did a tiny hop on the bed “Secondly, I know I’ve been a shitty twin and dragging you into all my drama but I know it’s because I depend too much on you fixing things.” She did a slightly bigger hop, just enough to get the bounce back of the mattress “Thirdly, but not leastly-”

“Those aren’t words”

“Shut up! I’m trying to made amends with you!” Hanaka huffed as she did another hop “What I mean is that, I need your help with something not school related.”

“Oh? You’ve piqued my interest!” Tensei leaned in with his elbows on his knees, holding his chin “Continue.”

Hanaka carefully sat down on bed, leaning toward her twin “I uhhhh, I need help talking to this person I just met today.”

“Who are they?”

Hanaka gets shy “It’s a boy in the business class. BEFORE YOU TEASE ME! I want your help with talking with boys.”

Tensei gives his twin a look “You need help talking to this boy? Why, you like him or something?”

“I don’t know!” she threw herself back, laying perfectly on Tensei’s freshly fluffed pillow “I talked to him and since the only non-family boys I’ve talked to are your friends and the children of our parents’ friends, I literally don’t know if I said something that sounds like I’m flirting with him or it’s friendly.”

“Ay Rosa, talking to boys is so simple” sighed Tensei, folding his arms “Boys wear their emotions on their face.”

“Okay but what if he has an invisibility quirk and he doesn’t show his face in the first place?”

Tensei blinked and put a hand on his chin “Damn, I didn’t consider that, what the fuck Rosa?!”

“You see why I’m freaking out?!” Hanaka groaned “Help me Tensei! I promise to help you out with talking to girls!”

“Fine I’ll help, the offer won’t be needed” Tensei gave in “tell me about your interactions and I’ll say if that was friendly or not.”

“Yay! You’re the best twin ever!” Hanaka sat up quickly with her arms out “The offer will be on the table, just in case.”

Before Tensei could say anything, the robo-dog trotted into the room.

“Children, it’s 10:11pm on a school night” the robo-dog displayed a count down “You have T-minus 90 seconds to get to bed with lights off before I alert your mother.”

The timer starts ticking down

“Run Hanaka! Mama is letting dad chose the punishment this time!” cried out Tensei.

“Aw FUCK!” Hanaka ran with no quirk at high speed to her room. Not wanting to fuck around and find out this time.

The robo turns to Tensei, making him yelp and jump into bed “Goodnight doggy!”

“Goodnight Tensei” The robo starts trotting out the room, turning off the light “Sweet dreams, your mother returns tomorrow in the afternoon.”

Tensei waited until the door closed to breathe out “God that thing scares me! Why the fuck is that thing the reason for my family’s wealth?”

-Chapter 8 End-

#mha #bnha #self insert au #not canon #updates whenever I have time lmao #Book 4 Chapter 8 #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #hewwo readers I missed you dearly :)#We're still in the beginning of year 1 and like two chapters before the time skips #But that new character tho! And the foreshadowing!#Also more Dad Tenya moments trying his best to be a girl dad #The next chapter is my fave and I'm gripping the desk in excitement to share it!#thank you for all the check-in asks and messages :3 I read all of them and respond! So don't be shy to send me something!#I swear this mini haitus isn't like the last one! Life is really picking up for me in a young professional way #I'll talk to you more soon :)

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semi-imaginary-place · 8 months

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More 13 sentinels spoilers

Welp taking a break to do battle. Started on casual because im a coward but i did really well like 1% sentinel and city damage and no terminal damage so i bumped it up to normal and i'm doing pretty good 7 chain battle with no terminal damage and like 4% city and sentinel damage, getting all the side objectives and S***** and everything too first try so i probably could play on the harder difficulty. I guess im better than i expected or this game is easy cant tell.

Went and unlocked a bunch of files and oooh okino made anyone who touches miura force summon a sentinel. Why??

Back to remembrance. Ogata: wow your communication skills suck, you could have said i think that train is going to crash why not be on the safe side and just wait for the next one. Instead of ordering around the girl that hates being ordered around. omg of all the people to get stuck in a time loop. Now if i could only place that voice... juro? My second guess would be okino but okino usually sounds more... feminine? D-Code key... Where have i heard that before... Uggg this is what i get for putting this game down for a few days. Gee fuyusaka how come mom let you have FOUR sprites so she's a super agent, nurse, high schooler, and miura's kid sister who's also in 1985 i dont know whats going on. And ogata originally carried the d-code key whatever that is. Oh he met catsuit as a kid and she says he's the one that calls the deimos to 1985 and then she implants him with nanomachines im assuming its the same "magic gun" megumi was shooting people with that turns them into pilots?

Shinonome: 2064, i was wondering what time she was from. I haven't seen this time period yet. Ah yes the cringe crush on her highschool teacher who's also her boss in a spy agency who's using that crush to manipulate her. Morimura and fuyusaka are different people clearly but their demeanors are at least in the same ballpark, ida and amiguchi tho could not be more different and its so funny i cant wait to get to a certain scene later. Sekigahara is also here as are morimura and gouto hmm i wonder if this is the section they are all from and their operations in 1985 are a continuation of what is happening here. They all seem to be working together and just recruited sekigahara and shinonome. 17, 14, 15 i really should memorize sentinel numbers. Oh was this the battle that almost killed izumi. A system attack originating from sekigahara's sentinel... Does this have anything to do with okino? Sekigahara did go to 1944. Oh is this why sekigahara lost his memory and was being hunted? 13, 16, 12, 19, 14 were transmitted. That means 17 15 and one other were unresponsive and then there's gouto and idk if morimura and ida count but wow they got a lot of the pilots. 8 is autonomous i was wondering about the low numbers. Ok so that ida is dead why does 1984 ida look exactly the same. A lot of the factions seem to overlap but im not convinced their goals are exactly the same, either way shinonome is convinced prisoner 426 is her enemy who is sekigahara. Wow i knew her's was going to be intense.

Damn we're playing migraine simulator over here. "Your memories will quickly return" uh yeah bout that i can see from the other routes shinonome's lost most of her memories. Very interesting, in the prologue shinonome's hatred of 426 was driven by her crush on ida but now when gouto ask's she responds that 426 is an AI that destroyed the future and I cant tell if she's lying to gouto or has forgotten her motives. Also sekigahara might be following the instructions of an evil(?) AI or is one himself who knows. How the hell does she recognize ida in amiguchi they act wildly different. so the ida in the 2064 battle didn't die, they are rhe same person. Oh wow there's like no locks on shinonome's story but idk how to get back to nurse 1. Huh so sekigahara says he isnt 426 and didn't infect the sentinel which could still man the AI did th one he might be taking instructions from. And shininome's story leads into kisaragi's in 2025. Morimuro gives iori namomachines every time she takes a nap in her office soo sketchy. Confirmation that morimura is tryin to erase shinonone:s memories and personality like izumi. And fuyusaka's weird dreams are memory transplants

Well that all the unlocked stuff back to fighting going to clear out area 1 before more story. And i am now playing on intense. I'm doing fine on intense bove 90% on everything which is amazing considering i have no idea how to use gen 1s like they get deployed and most of the time do nothing (except ei so i guess its mostly the two punk boys who stand around and do nothing). Aw i got capped at 10 consecutive battles, i havent done any non consecutive battles. Baby chihiro showed up and knows how to shift 1.2 mil ppl. Oh hey the idol is here still dont know what her deal is because i havent done shu's story but she's going to the mainframe (ufo) and that will stop things? She's fixing it? Okino's last resort? Why do i get the feeling she's an AI.

Time to finally unlock stuff. Amiguchi first. I wonder if ida actually is from 2024 i cant remember the dates he's popped up in. The lab dream bro what. Is this og ida? And he turned tamao into an AI that's like turning nicola tesla into an AI. So this is where all the androids came from. Assuming og this is something after the sectors were completed nd sector 0 destroyed? Which places this way after all the og miura scenes. Horrible thought then that all then wandering androids were once sapient like tamao and kisaragi here but are now malfunctioning. Hmm no i dont think this is og if this is the iteration juro gunned them down (maybe). That idol def only exists in the tv and is connected to the sentinels stuff somehow.. universal controller heard that somewhere before. The brain is retained so cyborgs technically. And year 2100 so yeh thi is one of the iterations probably.

Miura. I love him. Precious. Him, natsuno, and bj talking is really funny as sad. As lot of miura is heartbreaking like he's haunted by so much of his past searching for any hint of his last remaining family member. What. Og takamiya is natsuno's mom. And there was maybe an actual alien invasion? Ok straight up child abduction, that was miura's sister chihiro in 1985 like actual same person for once. Still dont know what was up with the chihiro/morimura/fuyusaka in ogata's story. Anyways gouto sees baby chihiro as the same as the nurse. Actually. if miura knows gouto why didnt he recognize him in the park? I was also wondering about the multiple apocalypses until i remembered its not so much time travel so much as different spaces that are in different eras. When tamao dies she disappears this better not be we're all actually in a computer simulation. "Universal control has shifted her" but its not like sentinel shifts, shifted where. They're totally in virtual reality aaaaaaaaaa i hate it. "She is mot truly dead. Instead she remains under life support inside her pod, waiting for the end." ... Its a computer simulation.... I think its interesting that 2188 miura liked history and 1944 miura likes scifi. Wow this game just wont stop hurting miura i vaguely remember some of this. Wonder how morimura ended up baby and miura's little sister. I guess there's now 2? Maybe 3 morimuras running around. Oh is this 2188 morinura? Which miura is in bj? 2188 og miura? One of the past iterations?

On to gouto finally. Thought he'd be unlocked by shininome. So he's from 2064 too... Morimura and ida were from there too i think? The bridge? Hmm so the lab of 2104 is in space and earth has been lost. Okino, morimura, ida, and gouto all know that the surface of 1.2 billion automated factories just produce kaiju. I was questioning if it was purposeful or not, there's also how professor takamiya the og im assuming said the front line would soon be lost and i was wondering why she was fleeing to the space colony. But maybe the something similar happened in the og world where the automated factories went haywire. When og shinonome talked about sabotaging project ark i thought they were in deep space like closed system the kaiju are produced on the ship, but if they are still in orbit then they could be getting attacked from there which would explain why ida's calculations were off in... 2064's? battle, oooor this could all be virtual reality. Gouto's prologue is a lot to unpack. Morimira is the real body (just how many rests have there been? None yet? The more i learn the less i know. Im totally going to have to read a story summary after all this) and there's clones running around. Oh right i forgot what side nurse morimura was on i remember there was something. So og morimura suspects 426 is involved and maybe body jacked her original body. Wait i misunderstood something. The morimura-sensei gouto is referring too and the one in the small body who regained her memories isnt the og. Oh everything makes so much more sense now. Why morimura was working with ida but now has a different agenda and why we havent been talking about morimura in 2188. This is dream morimura who is different from nurse morimura. Which begs the question why is gouto and co letting nurse morimura do memory alterations on shinonome and kurabe unless they dont want her to know that they're on to her wow things are getting interesting fast. Juicy so child morimura is the clone with implanted memories. Or maybe she in the og. I cant remember the conflict about operation aegis need ro go rewatch that. Oooh so og gouto was an old man that was ceo of shikishina that bought the nanomachine memory company and he calls a hit on morimura chihiro because her "project" (ark?) threatens shikishima. Last to unlock and now a lock for all 12 at 80% damn ok gouto's the final boss.

#13 sentinels: aegis rim #13 sentinels spoilers

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liopleurodean · 11 months

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Season 8, Episode 4: Bitten

Whoa, it's a mess

Interesting music

Interesting

Spooky

Wow...

Ouch

Yikes

Whoa!

I can't believe that worked

Oop, she's wearing his shirt

Blech

Good for her

Rip that guy

Omega Phi!

Ew, Lord of the Flies

Oh great

Hey, the boys!

Baby looks awesome

Wow

Not really

He actually remembers that?

Ouch!

They're gonna drop a camera

They are not spooky

Every single time!

Classic bleachers

Uh oh

Dude.

What's up with the film?

Stop antagonizing him

Hey demons, it's me, ya boy

He's gonna die

Rip that guy

Oh he's still alive!

Chill for a sec

Uh oh

Girl. It's a school relationship. Have some self-decency

Spider-Man

That's a little creepy

He could be

Do not.

Michael's got a point

Yikes

FBI alert

Wow

Rip the kid

That was kinda weird

And that's a great conversation to have in front of a camera

Is he holding a bong?

Yeah, that explains some things

Dude, no

That was freaky

Poor guy

Oh ew!

Eating. A rougarou?

Right.

Poof

And he gone

Why do guys always have to be idiots?

Rip that guy

Of course

Whoa!

Oh boy

This is gonna be fantastic

Werewolf, then.

None of them are in the right here

Rip

Poor guy

Oh wow

More spying

That would sound really weird out of context

Of course

Oh great

Bad idea

Classic Dean

That's really weird

I don't think they've got it

I mean. FBI agents are still people

Ew, no

That's gonna go fantastically

Fancy printer

Yikes

It was the professor

Dude.

We? Where?

What does that mean?

Oh goodness

I believe that, at least

Definitely not werewolf, then

And where does that leave you?

Huh. David Baldacci

I'm sure

There's two of them

A vendetta

No, you really don't

That was stupid

At least they got him

Poor guy

Oh great, he's posturing again

Oh, this is gonna end so well

He's a piece of work

Dude! Come on!

The skipping frames are whack

Not helping

Poor girl

Oh no

Good for her, I guess

Right

Yeah...

Oh Dean...

He's not gonna go for it

Mmhmm

For the first time in his life

Dean.

He does, though

Awesome

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 8 episode 4 #bitten

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pythors-pandemic · 2 years

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the big list of ninjago quotes

on my most recent rewatch, I wrote down any and all lines I enjoyed and for no reason other than @ninja-go-to-therapy was interested in seeing the list, I’m posting them. side note: a lot of these I wrote down simply because of the voice acting, not necessarily the words themselves. with that, here are 279 ninjago quotes

Season 1

“we’re saving a girl?! is she hot?”

“let’s chop sucky this lemonade stand”

“if i see one girl in here, i’m gonna go ballistic”

“uh.. is that wrecking ball staring at me?”

“this is not the time to be cryptic”

“how am i supposed to strike fear in this?! it’s pink!”

“it’s a magic floating rope”

“great observation, mr roboto”

“zane, like a machine. don’t change a thing”

“perhaps if you try the phrase ‘fire DORK’ maybe it might work”

“oh great. just what i like: fighting armed deadly snakes in a highly combustible environment about to BLOW UP!”

“haha, this is heavy and all, but what ever happened to the FANGBLADE?!”

“i mean at least give me a decent mustache”

“get ready to get kai’ed!”

“woah grease ball! how about warn us before doing that!”

“ninja recover!”

“what?! you try fighting up here!”

“all that action, it makes you so thirsty”

“we’re so HOOPED!”

Season 2

“i can make a little extra if i do the human piñata”

“it’s a bad boy thing”

“oh that is just so evil”

“why do i always get tied up?”

“this is bad! this is so bad on SO MANY LEVELS!!”

“it makes me feel young, deal with it”

“hey McNasty, i thought ninja were on your menu”

“this does not compute” *shorts out*

“ I believe a big ut oh is in order”

“and nya will never fall head over heels for jay!”

“NO MATTER WHAT YOU NEED TO CONVINCE HIM TO GO WITH YOU!”

“easy big guy! maybe this is a sign you need to lose a few pounds!”

“HEY! OPEN THE WINDOW! LET ME IN”

“what’s my power?” “uhh. hot air?”

“good riddance vampire fish!”

“jay, how did you ever become a ninja? seriously!”

“wrong again, mr. empty-head”

“zane. no”

Season 3

“my name was clearly on it!” “i didn’t see motor mouth on it!”

“who you callin ‘pedestrian’?”

“yeah well i’m super hooped and i haven’t brushed my teeth in a week!!”

“it almost hit my mother”

“i know it’s a clue, zap trap”

“these toasters never know when to quit!”

“just testing the rules. first rule: cole’s a crybaby!”

“i can’t do it! i can’t do it! I CANT DO IT!!”

“I’m kind of a.. secret agent. *gasps* oops! guess it’s not a secret anymore”

“relax, when have i ever been careless”

“this car is worth far more than you”

“like all boys, you can be reprogrammed”

“his wisdom takes a while to set in. WE DONT HAVE A WHILE!”

“i can’t wait to see the expressions in the faces of those metal chrome domes” “they’re nindroids nimrod, they don’t have expressions”

“i owe you one” “okay, stay away from nya” “maybe a different one”

“it’s a BUG >:(“

“BAD GLOWY! BAD!”

Season 4

“i’m a ninja, and you are wearing makeup”

“fire will melt her icy heart”

“i feel guilt! these are bad feelings”

“see what this island is doing to me?! ITS CORRUPTING ME!”

“jay, would you stopmakingnoise?!”

“you just had to leave me hanging, huh romeo”

“mine are made of rock, what a crock >:(“

“ooo looks like kai’s got the hots for her”

“kai’s heart is on fire! kai’s heart is on fire! kai’s heart is on fire!”

“stop licking your tattoos”

“eat dirt, bluebell!”

“pixel?! you got a girl stuck in your head??”

“aahugh! my leg! get kai off me!!”

“just tell me one thing. was it his idea to make me fall for you, or yours? because it worked”

“you saved me for a reason. and you know i’m far to fetchy to resist ;)”

“curse this fraudulent furniture”

“everything’s a weapon in the big house!” * proceeds to brush enemies teeth*

“when people try to bust out of jail, they do it quietly, not LITERALLY”

“that’s one way to cool off a hot head!”

Season 5

“JUST TAKE THE FLYER!”

“woah! i think he just broke the sound barrier”

“yeah i know we’re terrible students!”

“woah, lloyds gone through puberty”

“hey! no one calls me pathetic!”

“you hear that kai?! we’re gonna fly!”

“why is it when lloyds gone, we always look to kai? we should be following zane”

“he turned my wolloper into a ghost! no one turns my wolloper into a ghost!!”

“no we don’t pinch! we don’t even have pockets!!”

“sure we can’t understand zane, but could we ever?”

“incase you haven’t noticed, there’s flying weapons trying to slide and dice us!”

“what is it?! what’s down there??? oh wait! don’t tell me! i don’t wanna know!”

“why would you touch the scary picture, jay? “i didn’t know it would do that, cole!”

“well, go face him, jay” “arugh! you go face him!”

“ohh i’m such a dummy”

“be the key, cole. BE THE KEY!”

“WHY DO I GET THE UNCONTROLLABLE SLEAD!!”

“you again >:(“ “you say that as if it’s a bad thing”

“you’d fight someone unarmed?” “that’s a good question, yes”

“ hate to spoil what’s next, but just because you’re in my friends body, watch out!”

“*snorts* i’m sorry, he said buttheads”

“i bet that’s what all nindroids say” “if you’re implying that smell came from me-“

“WHY ARENT WE LISTENING TO THE CLUE?!”

“STAY TOGETHER? IM JUST TRYING TO STAY IN ONE PIECE”

“hey guys, guess what?! i get an AWESOME EYEPATCH!”

“all you ninja do is talk, blah blah blah”

“AHH HES ATTACKING AN UNARMED MAN!”

“we’re not stalling! we’re thinking! he’s totally right, i’m stalling”

“augh this guy really chaps my hide”

“ughh! i hate unbeatable creatures!”

“let me handle the blowhard”

Season 6

“my hair is sick!”

“my followers have needs too”

“excuse me, which fruit is black?!” “uh, blackberries?” “shut it, jay” >:(

“it wasn’t me, dad! IT WASNT ME!”

“statistically speaking, your witty banter only gets us into more trouble”

“yeah but are you the master of kablewy”

“and we’re shuffling, we’re shuffling”

“working for a crime boss isn’t a very reliable career choice”

“YOU ATE OUR ONLY WAY OUT?!!”

“not now, sprocketarm”

“gosh why are you pirates so long winded!”

“i told you to hurry up!” “would you be quiet and run!”

“you have to act as our lightning rod!”

“the only thing i can see is your stupid hand, jay”

“AHHH HAAH ITS SO BIG!!”

“if i get out of here, i’m gonna bite YOU!”

“sorry for the delay, i’ve never had to milk the face of a giant spider before!”

“sorry pal, i don’t know who this lost love of yours is, but she ain’t nya”

“we’ll all be hooped if he has infinite wishes”

“you got what you wished for boulder brain!”

“we really need to start LISTENING TO ME!”

“said from the heart?! hearts don’t talk!”

“the world is falling apart and he’s eating soup!”

Season 7

“I DONT KNOW BUT ITS LOUD!”

“self diagnostic indicates negative” *jay hits him* “how about now?” “…no”

“leftie, rightie, nice to meet you. also, DO BETTER!”

“plate! show! clipboard!”

“we have a plan— go kick some butt”

“why am i so good? it’s a curse really”

“you can do this, you can do this. I CANT DO THIS IM TOO FREAKED!”

“you call this stabilizing?!” “i’m trying!” “try harder!!”

“let’s run straight at eachother and see if this will slow us down before we collide!” *all laugh*

“faster, jay!” “you’re so slow, cole!”

“sounds like someone’s earned his blackbelt in being a wet blanket”

“maybe they didn’t hear it!” *a second later* “no, they did”

“bring it on you vermillion doof!”

“yeah! that’s what i’m talking about! vermillion done! workers saved! ninja in the swamp!!”

“no matter how many times you watch those suckers hatch, it’s always gross”

“MOVE YOUR BUTT, ZANE!”

“did you just speak?” “no… okay that time i did”

“not just you you, young you too wu”

Season 8

“i could kiss ya, pix!” “i do not think zane would approve”

“cole, master of earth. and this is jay, master of blabber” “lightning”

“i told you not to introduce yourself as the master of earth, no one knows what that means”

“no you boldhead”

“who likes ice cream? i do!”

“it is nice to have a pooper at the party”

“they’re coles” “they’re BLUE!” “you’re lucky they’re not yellow”

“she’s also creepy” “par for the course in a mystical tea shop, jay”

“what sort of power does the green ninja have?” “it’s some kind of energy or green light. i don’t know, like all our elemental powers rolled into one”

“zane! knock me out! do something!”

“you lied? mystake why would you do that? i thought we were friends :(“

“it’s me zane, cole? or should i say my alias, rocky dangerbuff”

“what is cole doing?!” “i don’t know but please tell me someone is recording”

“haha! come here you little sucker”

“totally called it!” “you did not” “did to!”

“he did not just!” “he just did!”

“at least cole jr’s fine, so we can give the diapers to jay!”

“who knows! he’s a living fortune cookie. everything he does is a puzzle meant to TORTURE US!”

“i’ve got an itch, you mind coming over here to scratch it ;)”

“this can end one of two ways, either you can hand the mask over peacefully” “i don’t even have to know the rest of the choices, i like that one” “or we’re gonna get all ninja up on you” “what does that even mean?” “i don’t know. i was improvising”

“don’t make me zap you!” *zaps him*

“did you just tell yourself to hold on..?”

“if that’s lord garmadon, i’m lord of the jig” “then you better start jigging”

“and kai knows bad ideas, he’s full of them!”

“to go” “to gooo?” *nodds* “to go”

“i’m sorry, we totally should’ve knocked”

“my brother is coming.” “how do you know?” “i know”

Season 9

“foil, i found foil!!!”

“you not freaking out, is freaking ME OUT”

“kai baby, it’s much easier coping with life’s problems when you let go of hope!”

“yeah, he’s totally lost it” “no, i’ve totally found it”

“pfft that’s rich, now we’re teaching him lessons he taught us!”

“quit messing with my tunes, man”

“that was a learning experience”

“so, watcha doing, jay?” “it’s my new video game console, i built it myself”

“ooo are we playing hide and seek?”

“who’s diapers are those?” “uh, they’re jay’s— tell them jay” “oh.. i have a weak bladder”

“okie dokie, off we go”

“this isn’t good, jay. this is bad”

“oh boy. i believe jay’s mental state has made him useless to our plight”

“i borrowed it earlier, just like how you borrowed my wisdom”

“can this get any better!” “can you get anymore nuts!”

“and here i thought we were at rock bottom,” *while laughing* “this is so much worse”

“if i’m going out, i’m going out with bells on”

“how do we get out of here alive?!” “the sooner you realize we can’t, the more fun it’ll be”

“i do not believe that is possible…” “i was being scarcastic”

“we did it! we did it! we did it!”

“then stay at home, tinsil toes”

“tell me you have a plan” “it’s in the works” “he doesn’t have a plan”

“easier to grow a little than to lose a lot”

“a teenager?! now we’re in for it”

“how do we know one of them isn’t already pretending to be ONE OF US?!” “oh zip it, jay”

“you know what you need? confidence” “you mean cocky, like you?”

“haha! we should teach him how to drive next”

“listen to me you silly master of dunce!”

“could you pass a roasted lizard stick up here?! i’m kind of hungry too!”

“did i… did i do that right? a joke?”

“that’s not fair you bullied them!”

“oh my gosh! he just grew a mustache!”

“THEY ARE GONNA EAT US!”

“if you are gonna eat us, eat him first he’s full of cake!” “am not!”

“i know, the commute is terrible”

Season 10

“i find the term ‘freak out’ inadequate and imprecise”

“i can’t believe i have to babysit my own father”

“you gotta just do it, jay! it’s like ripping off an old bandaid, the sooner you get it over with, the better” “uhm did you just compare nya to an old bandage?” “way to go, cole. way to take the romance out of it”

“ha! fat chance”

“i wouldn’t trust you with a… a… a…” “a pillow! what.. it’s the least threatening thing i could think of”

“oh c’mon that was awesome!” “it was adequate!”

“we thought we lost you, you jerk!”

“we really need to talk about your sense of timing, jay”

Season 11

“get his legs! hold him!” “those are MY legs!!”

“i looked it in the eye!”

“yeah of all the bad ideas i’ve heard, and i’ve heard a few, looking at you kai, this takes the cake”

“guys guys, you’re both to valuable to risk. it should be someone expendable, like jay.”

“cole! you could’ve smashed kai!”

“you say that like i should be totally cool running into a long deceased explorer”

“i think i swallowed my teeth”

“worst parking spot ever”

“that would save us hours and hours of slow boring back breaking work. oh well, we’ll just have to do it the slow boring back breaking way”

“speaking of slow, where’s kai?”

“fire maker has more miracles”

“you made me go back to the bounty for the travelers tea and it fell of a cliff!”

“pull me up! quick!” “i can’t! you’re too heavy!” “what are you trying to say!?”

“nya, whatever you’re doing DO IT FASTER!”

Season 12

“take that! obsolete file formats!”

“use the VCRs!” “what’s a VCR?”

“yeah, who would know a guy super into stealing things has a lot of stuff”

“not again! cant i go like two seconds without losing my elemental power?!”

“hey guys, do you know who’s totally lame? unagami that’s who!”

“anyone who likes jay that much can’t be normal”

“ninja vs bushes!”

“great! now i can see what i’m looking at, and it’s even worse”

“how do you get a ninja to cross the road? by saying ninja go!”

“that was a terrible joke” “you got a better one?!”

“keep those shoulders back! find your center!”

“lead with your hips!”

“nobody puts cole in the corner!”

“it was time for these two gumshoes to beat feet”

“she had saved my nindroid bacon”

“you are beginning to get on my nerve circuits”

“my heart did not reveal that! every part of me is annoyed!”

“is the mechanic doing your detective thing too? this is just weird!”

“if only this were a pizza joint. pizza would never betray be like this!”

Season 13

“it’s like… like, totally super cool!”

“pfft, that’s gotta be made up”

“AHHH NOT MADE UP NOT MADE UP NOT MADE UP!!!!”

“it’s not that we don’t believe you…” “i don’t believe him :)”

“hey buddy! hey there. name’s cole, ninja. i heard there was some jerk down here, chaining people up, making them work. you seen any jerks around?”

“baushau it’s in mouth it’s in mouth babbbuuhwv i think i’m gonna barf”

“we aren’t skeletons! i mean we have skeletons obviously, but there’s so much more to us. like veins and organs and stuff” “i have none of those things”

“my first notion as chancellor is for everyone to stop THROWING STUFF AT ME!”

“oh great! now i’m hanging from a skeleton who’s hanging from a root! and i’m talking to myself again”

“don’t think about how gross this is, don’t think about how gross this is. ohuwha i’m thinking about it. i’m thinking about it!”

“you!” “shall!” “not!” “be granted permission to traverse beyond this point!”

“eat my dust!”

“i’m looking at the skull, it’s not as ugly”

Season 14

“zippy!! let’s call him zippy!”

“how can i be a gift?” “yeah? who would want jay?” “uhm… me?”

“we’re friends remember? i’m just a jay”

“i happen to think i am quite valuable thank you very much!”

“you’re gonna see the inside of a jail cell for this, ronin”

Season 15

“this is somewhat troubling”

“we’re being haunted by the ghost of some butler! probably named ducklesworth or something”

“jay honey, that reminds me. i need to teach you how to bleach your boxer shorts”

“zane, you don’t require a breathing device.” “yes, but i like how it completes my attire”

“THIS IS NO WAY TO TREAT A TOURIST!”

“The citizens of bubbletubbuleopolis will not be pleased!! this will affect your tourism!”

“your chair does have a seatbelt, jay”

“cake is usually the answer to everything!”

“that is what i just said! why are you repeating me?!”

“yeah! take that you big worm!”

“SHE THINKS IM A CHEW TOY!!”

“think, what would zane do? actually no. think, what would kai do?”

so yeah i’m deeply in love with this show

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago text post #ninjago memes #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #bo speaks

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 4)

i hope yall enjoyed the last part, we took a sudden and quite dirty turn ther,e but we are heading down romantic street and its all sweet and cute with a little hotness. let me know what you thought about the part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

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Harry Styles managed to leave quite the impression in you following his late night visit after the Emmys. He surely surprised you with not only the unbelievable orgasm he gave you with his talented fingers, but also with how big of a gentleman he really was, so keen on taking you out on a date first before he would kiss you. The timeline got a little messed up and he did apologize before he left at two in the morning for getting too carried away, but you assured him he didn’t do anything you didn’t want him to. To be honest, you wouldn’t have had a word against him kissing you right away, but you liked the respect he had for you, not something you’ve had plenty of lately. The men you dealt with in the past year were eager to get into your pants without the respect part, only hungry to earn fame through you, trying to blind you with sex so you wouldn’t realize their ugly motives.

This was not a threat when it came to Harry, he was just as famous as you, maybe even more. He had his own career, his own money, his own life apart from yours and he clearly wasn’t trying to use you and it was quite a refreshing change for you.

He stayed and the two of you talked so much, just sharing crazy stories from your life before and after fame, enjoying that you had someone who shared more or less the same background as you. Apart from Florence, you pretty much kept your old friends when your career took off, afraid to make new ones, always feeling a little paranoid that new people would have unholy motives when they try to befriend you.

Though you truly love your friends, they don’t really see behind the life you are living, while Harry completely does. His company is the best you’ve had in a long time, he is able to make you completely forget about everything outside the room you two are in.

You tried your best to hide your disappointment when he left that night. After offering him to stay in one of your guest bedrooms, he politely turned it down, and even though you could tell he wanted to stay, the urge to be a gentleman was greater in him, something you admire him for.

He left with the promise to see you soon on a real date and he got you as excited as a little school girl on the day of a fieldtrip.

However, given the lifestyles you two were living, finding a suitable evening for the both of you turns out to be a bigger struggle than you expected. Harry reaches out right the next day after his little visit. A good morning text waits for you by the time you open your eyes in the noon and by the evening he asks you out, however you have to realize the date has to wait a little.

You have two trip outside the city upcoming in the next two weeks and he is also planning to fly back to London for a while, the trips totally crashing in the timeline, not even having just the smallest window that would fit the both of you.

Accepting the fact that it would have to wait a little longer, you keep in close touch, eager to find the date that would finally be suitable for you and him as well. Endless texts, sweet calls and sneaky FaceTimes scatter through the days you spend apart and you find it hard to think of a time when he wasn’t hitting you up all the time.

On a Thursday evening, after a long day of fittings for upcoming events, you find yourself sitting on your couch with a sweet glass of wine, scrolling through your social media feeds when something catches your eyes.

Harry has been away in Los Angeles in the past few days and he mentioned having an interview the other day, but you didn’t think it would be out so soon, but here it was, a short video clip cut out by some random page that had a rather interesting title.

“Harry Styles talks about next album and mystery girl in his life.”

Your curiosity is way too strong not to click on it and have a look at it, so taking a sip from your wine you tap on the link and let the video load.

“It’s been some time since your last album came out, have you been working on new music lately?” the interviewer asked from behind the camera as Harry sat on a lilac sofa, wearing black high-waisted pants with a pink and white floral printed shirt tugged into it, his suspenders topping the look perfectly. His green eyes are fixed on the person asking him as he nods.

“Yeah, I think I never really stop making new music. I do have sessions when I’m trying to put a new album together, but I also write in the meantime as well, whenever I have an idea or inspiration. I don’t hold back,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

“Have you found any inspiration lately?” the question is heard and Harry nods once again.

“I have, actually,” he answers shortly, but his smirk gives it away that there’s a lot more behind his words and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. Is he talking about you?

“Has it been a person?” the reporter inquires, making Harry’s smile grow wider.

“A lot of things and people inspire me.”

“Alright, and is your latest inspiration something or someone new in your life?” the guy tries again, even though it’s well known that Harry likes to give vague answers instead of straight yeses and nos.

“Kind of new,” he simply answers and the reporter realizes he won’t be sharing more about the topic so he moves on with the next question and the video cuts out right there.

Though it wasn’t mentioned that he was talking about someone in particular, his fans drew the assumption that he is definitely seeing someone who has been his inspiration behind his new music. Feeling bold and a little flirty, you open up your messages and send him a quick text.

“A kind of new inspiration, huh?”

His reply comes almost right away, as always.

“Have you been stalking fanpages about me?”

“Would it be weird?”

“From you? It’s flattering. Little scary, but in a good way.”

You can’t help but chuckle reading his words. He never fails to make you laugh, you find his humor your favorite kind, never hurtful, but a little spicy, if you could say that, a lot of irony laced into it.

“Back to the topic: what’s your inspiration? Or should I ask… who is your inspiration?”

“Not gonna beat around the bush and just admit it…”

You wait and wait… and wait, but nothing comes afterwards and you are dying to have him admit that it’s been you, but not even the three dots appear at the bottom, so you take the lead again.

“Well, do it. Admit it, Styles!”

The fucker likes your message right away, meaning he has been in the thread all along, waiting for you to write something.

“Alright, but don’t tell anyone, because she is kinda famous and I don’t want the media to find out about it.”

“You have my silence.”

You watch the three dots dance at the bottom, holding your breath while you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to contain your wide grin that’s been plastered across your face this whole time.

When the text finally arrives you snort loudly, almost spilling your wine, laughing so hard you are happy you don’t like in a tiny apartment anymore with paper walls, because your neighbor would have definitely heard your laughter all the way down the hallway.

“It’s Betty White. Fuck, she is all I can think about.”

You need a minute to stop the laughter and type your reply.

“She is hot, gotta give you that.”

“Right?? I hope she is not afraid to date younger guys though.”

“I’m sure she would make an exception for you.”

“I hope so too.”

There’s a short pause, where you just read back his lines, chuckling to yourself some more. He always has a witty comment or comeback, no matter what you’re talking about and not once has he made you laugh madly on a set, at a meeting or just lying in bed before going to sleep.

“Joke aside, would it scare you away if I said I have definitely written about you?”

“Is this another theoretical question? Like the one you asked me on Ellen?”

You smile to yourself thinking back at the conversation the two of you had on the show when he was trying to figure out if you’d be up to give him your number.

“Maybe. So theoretically, would that be weird to you?”

“No,” you write, but quickly send another text. “But you know, it’s just theory. You’d have to tell me for real to find out.”

“Should have saw that coming…”

“Yeah, you really should have,” you muse to yourself, finishing up your glass and you carefully put it to your coffee table before sliding further down on the couch to get back to the conversation with Harry. You see that he hasn’t sent anything after his last one, so you decide to actually answer his question.

“Joke aside from my part, I wouldn’t find it weird. I think it’s flattering.”

“Okay, because I was ready to burn all my notes if you said it would be too much.”

“What if you’d be burning a Grammy worthy song though?”

“Would be a shame. But I would still burn it for you.”

“You are such a flirt…”

“Can’t help it! Or should I not be?”

“I like it. So don’t change.”

“Noted.”

Your little conversation has to come to an end since he is about to go into a meeting, but when you say your goodbyes and decide it’s time to head to bed, you already know a text will be waiting for you when you wake up in the morning.

Days and even weeks go by and you start to have a little too much on your plate. No matter how much you love your job and that it has always been your dream, sometimes you just need a breather. In the past week you’ve been in and out of auditions for a movie they keep top secret, you didn’t even get a script, just a few pages you had to memorize and they’ve been asking for more and more tapes from you with kind of absurd requests, but your agent told you it’s something major, that’s why they are so secretive. However, when they ask you to come in for another reading for the fifth time in seven days and you still don’t know what you are really auditioning for, you are kind of starting to have enough with all your other projects running at the same time. Your days start at six in the morning and rarely end before eleven in the night.

An entire month after the night Harry came over to your place, you kind of lose patience. The frustration that’s been building up inside you just simply bursts when your agent texts you on your way home that you’d have to go in for another casting in the morning for the same mystery movie.

“Have they not seen my face enough?” you snap, hands meeting the wheel as you keep your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry, Hun. I know it’s annoying, but they requested you, that means you are still an option for them.” Mona’s voice comes through the speakers of the car since your phone is connected to it.

“Do they need me to read the whole fucking Bible in front of a camera or what?” you growl.

“I have a good feeling about this last one, alright? And if they still can’t decide after that, we can always just say that we want out.”

“Then I would be labelled as the problematic little princess,” you sigh, knowing well how this industry works. Just one mistake and you can easily end up in a theoretical ditch.

“Just hold on a little longer, okay? I’ll send you the details in email and we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Bye, girl.”

Mona is an angel. She’s been your agent for about five years now, she is the one who gets you into castings, well, at least that’s what she was doing before you managed to reach your breakthrough. She got your name on lists you couldn’t even dare to dream of and she is the reason why you are here today. Now she mostly handles requests for you to go in for castings, creators started to reach out to you a while ago, though Mona still works her magic sometimes to get you into castings that are still out of your league.

By the time you get home, you are desperate to do something. Anything. You’ve been nonstop working these past weeks and you just need to get out of this loop that sucked you in. Before you could even think through what you’re doing, you dial Harry’s number.

He is back in the city, that you know of because he texted even before he got home. You both ditched the idea of having your date today, because you just knew it would be a long day for you, and it’s the truth, it’s past ten, so not quite ideal for a date, but you ran out of fucks to give.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he asks, noticing that you called, which is not what you usually do, or at least not without checking in if he is free to talk.

“Yeah, sorry I called so randomly. Are you busy?” you ask, feeling a little out of breath, even though you definitely didn’t do anything physically hard. You just can’t help but feel anxious since you are about to ask him out on a spontaneous date.

“No, just… packing and all that. What’s up?”

“So you don’t have anything to do right now?” you clear up.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Alright, so then… what do you say we have that date now?”

Even with him always being so blunt and open about how interested he is in you, it still makes you perfect to ask him out. The silence that comes from his side doesn’t necessarily help either and you are already preparing yourself to get rejected.

“You know it’s ten pm, right?” he then asks, a little unsure if you really thought it through.

“I am aware, yes.”

“Don’t you have work in the morning? I know you always start your days so early, I don’t want to be the reason why yo—“

“Harry,” you stop him midsentence. “I do not give a fuck about what I’m doing in the morning,” you bluntly tell him and you can tell he is smiling on the other end of the call. “So the question is still the same. Do you want to have that date now?”

He doesn’t ask anything else, just simply say the following: “I’ll pick you up in thirty.”

“Make it twenty,” you tell him and end the call before he could protest.

Ignoring the adrenaline rush you that just washed over your body you quickly make your way to the bathroom to take the quickest cold shower before putting on some clean clothes. You really don’t want to overdo it, knowing well since it’s so abrupt he wouldn’t be taking you anywhere that would require you look spotless. You choose not to put on any makeup, not just because you don’t have the time, but also because you feel a weird urge to just be bare, be yourself around him. The same goes for your outfit. You put aside all designer clothes and opt for a simple pair of jeans, a black tank top and a bright yellow knitted jumper over it, looking awfully casual, but feeling rather comfortable.

It takes Harry 22 minutes to get to your place, but you choose not to comment on those two extra minutes when you get into his car. Luckily, he isn’t dressed to impress either, wearing a simple pair of jeans with some kind of washed out, vintage printed tee shirt with his Bode Jacket he has worn in his famous SNL episode. His hair looks a little mess and even wet, making you wonder if your call caught him in the middle of a shower or he showered after you agreed to meet up.

“Long time no see,” he smiles at you, his boyish smirk making your heart flutter so easily as he eyes you while you buckle yourself up.

“You had plenty of paparazzi photos to look at in the meantime, Mr. Styles,” you smirk at him teasingly as he starts the car and leaves from in front of your complex.

“My favorite was the ones of you where you were walking out of a restaurant wearing that silk dress and the coat.”

“So you did see pap pictures?” you ask chuckling, you didn’t mean it entirely, but you find it funny that he actually saw pictures of you.

“You know, it’s been hard to avoid you online, especially because I keep liking all your posts so my phone thinks I’m interested in you. Which is true, and I’m not complaining about the content I’ve been seeing about you lately,” he admits chuckling and your eyes wander down to his ring clad fingers on the wheel. Your thoughts take you back to when they were touching you at places you haven’t been touched in a while. How they felt inside you and how desperate he could make you with just his hands.

You force yourself to look away from his hands and focus on the present time before your arousal becomes way too evident.

“Sorry I’m everywhere,” you smirk at him, enjoying the situation maybe a little too much.

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, glancing in your way for a moment, his green eyes meeting your gaze. “I don’t mind it,” he adds and those damn butterflies as quick to act up again in your stomach.

You don’t try to get him to tell where you are headed, wanting it to be a surprise yourself, so you just stare out at the night city as it runs past you, still quite a lot of people walking on the streets even though it’s now nearing eleven.

What you know is that you’re still in Manhattan and it seems like you won’t leave it either. Harry navigates his way through the city easily, he is not even using GPS, something you could never do. No matter how long you’ve been living here, you’ll always get lost in this jungle some call New York City. About fifteen minutes after leaving your complex, Harry parks the car down in a spot he found along the road, and looking out the window you’re trying to figure out where you are, but it doesn’t ring a bell. Seems just like a usual part of the Upper West Side, so now he has you curious about his plans.

“Where did you bring me, Mr. Styles?” you ask him as the two of you meet on the sidewalk and he glances at your with a sly smirk.

“Since you gave me such a short notice about our date, I thought I would show you one of my favorite places in the city and I hope you haven’t it.” “Well, I can assure you I don’t know it, because I have no idea what could be here,” you admit.

Harry nods at you to follow him and you walk side by side until the next corner.

“I think you already know that I’m English,” he starts off, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s pretty evident,” you nod.

“So, in the past decade I haven’t spent as much time in the UK as I wanted, and a few years ago I discovered a little piece of my home in the city.”

Trying to figure out what he meant by that you don’t even realize where you just took a turn to. Harry stops and you snap out of your thoughts, looking up and seeing a charming little street ahead you, looking totally out of place in the city’s fashion. The townhouses all the way down look like they’ve been placed here straight from England, the Tudor style complex is a refreshing change in the fast paced, busy streets of Manhattan.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight in front of you, taking in every tiny detail with your eager eyes as the feeling of being in a fairytale takes over your mind. If only it weren’t for the busy noises of the streets around the micro-neighborhood, you would completely believe that you’ve been magically teleported to England.

“It’s called the Pomander Walk. Always makes me feel like I’m home away from home whenever I miss my family and my hometown.”

Harry starts walking down the narrow pavement that runs between the houses, lined with quite some greenery, something you noticed right away. There are just so many plants and flowers down the street, it’s pretty clear the residents keep them in good care.

You catch up with Harry, eyes still taking in the pleasant contrast Pomander Walk has to offer for any visitors.

“I feel like we are invaders,” you tell him. It looks so secluded, makes you feel like you weren’t even supposed to be here.

“Don’t worry, it’s totally public. The people who live here are pretty nice too. Love it when someone comes around.”

“How did you find this place?”

“A friend told me about it and just came to see it for myself one day,” he tells you as the two of you slowly make your way down the street, slow enough so you could see everything. “There are 61 units and they were built in 1921 by Thomas J. Healy. He originally wanted to build a hotel here, but didn’t have the money to just yet, so he built these instead to make some cash for the hotel. He never got to do that though, died a few years later, so Pomander Walk stayed.” You listen to him, soaking in every word that leaves his lips, finding his oddly specific knowledge about this place quite exciting and… kinda hot. You could listen to him talk about historical facts for days without getting bored.

“The whole complex was renovated in 2009, they restored a bunch of architectural details that lost through the years.”

“Looks fantastic. I wonder what they look like on the inside,” you muse, your eyes wandering over the colorfully painted old school window blinds on most of the townhouses.

Walking down the pavement you realize there’s not a single soul around here, something you don’t get to experience too often in the city.

“It’s not too well-known, right? I don’t see any tourists and all that.”

Harry shakes his head, eyes ahead of him as he hides his hands in his pockets.

“No, ‘s quite hidden, not often listed in sights to be seen in the city. That’s why I like to come here so much.”

“Easy to stay unnoticed,” you add with a smile as your eyes meet his gaze and he nods, returning the smile.

You walk back and forth on the street at least five times, just talking and sharing and laughing, finally falling out of the misery of your everydays. He still amazes you with how good of a company he is, with his broad view of life and many experiences, you can truly connect with him on a level you haven’t been able to reach with anyone in a long time.

It’s way over midnight when you head back to his car, holding hands that happened at a point earlier, but you can’t tell who reached for who. It was kind of mutual, but now you didn’t want to let go of him… ever. You let your fingers play with his S ring on his pinky while he keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand whenever he has the chance. It’s a little disappointing when you have to let go of each other when you climb back into his car and head back home.

“I know this date wasn’t much, but I hope you liked it,” he smiles at you shyly before his eyes snap back at the road ahead of him.

“Shut up, this was literally the best date I’ve had,” you tell him making him chuckle. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

“Now it’s your secret place too. Maybe we’ll run into each other here one day.”

“I’ll definitely come back,” you admit smirking.

The city lights pass by you faster than you want them to, and you arrive to your complex way too early. Well, not according to the time, because it’s way past half past midnight now, but you just don’t want the night to end. However, you know Harry would not come up if you asked. He is way too big of a gentleman and he wouldn’t want to make you miss your appointment in the morning, but you are definitely collecting that kiss he promised a month or so ago.

“Walk me up, will you?” you ask him softly when he parks down in front of your building. He nods and follows you inside without a second thought.

You both know it’s about to happen, the air thickens between you two in the elevator and neither of you can hold back the small smiles on your lips. Harry walks next to you until you reach your front door and you turn to face him, his green eyes already examining your every move.

“I’m happy we finally got to do this,” you tell him, feeling a blush warming your cheeks from the way he looks at you now.

“I’m glad you called. Was starting to think we would never meet again,” he chuckles making you laugh as well. It really did feel like the universe was plotting against you, but you bet it didn’t expect your sudden move tonight.

There’s a longer pause where neither of you knows what to say or do next and your patience is running low, especially when you see him run his tongue over his pink lips. You just can’t wait any longer to taste them.

“Harry,” you breathe out, the frustration and desire at an all-time high now in your system. Never in your life did it take this long for you to get to a kiss with a guy you were clearly interested in and who returned the feeling as well.

“Yeah?”

“Swear to my lost Emmy Award if you don’t kiss me right now I’ll—“

You don’t get to finish, you don’t even know what you’d have said, but it’s all forgotten when Harry kisses you hard, hands cupping your jaw on both sides, angling your head to grant him the best access to your lips. You return the kiss without a second thought, hungrily tugging and pulling on his lips, your tongues meeting in the middle and fuck! He really knows how to make your toes curl with just a kiss. You grab a fistful of his t-shirt at his stomach, pulling him close and the cold touch of his rings on your skin makes you shudder. Everything about him makes your legs turn into jelly and you are willingly offering yourself to him without a doubt.

He pushes you against your front door, one of his hands wanders down to your waist and he gives it a gentle squeeze that makes you open your mouth more for him. You are a mess and so is he. You have no idea how long you make out, but when you eventually pull back, your chest is heaving and your lips feel swollen. Harry pecks your lips two more times before forcing himself to let go of you.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs in a low voice as he starts to back towards the elevator.

“Good night, Harry,” you say a little out of breath. He smirks at you one last time before walking into the elevator and the doors close, officially ending your first date.

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Midnight Escapade: Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer Reid and the reader have been crushing on each other since they met, but neither of them cared to admit it. When doubled up in a hotel room for the night, reader tries to convince Spencer to go with her at 12:30am to get frozen yogurt to cheer him up and it turns into much more than a snack run.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Includes: Swearing, mutual pining (a long time of pining leads up to this fic), food, mention of Sept 11, 2001, self-doubt, fluff, kissing

Word Count: 4533

The case was solved, closed, and finally, your eyes could rest. The case you had just finished was particularly stressful to not only you, but your fellow BAU members as well. You all hadn't slept for nearly twenty-nine hours and Hotch decided it was best you all got the rest you deserved at a nearby hotel.

The ride there, you struggled to keep your eyes open, but Spencer Reid was on another greatly interesting rant about a show he liked, so you figured you would try to stay awake to hear it. You always listened to him because a lot of the time, the rest of the team dismissed him and his oddly accurate monologues. They grew tired of Spencer talking so much about things they didn't understand but you were rather the opposite- and that's probably because you liked Spencer so much.

The two of you met when he was introduced to the BAU. Praised for his mind, he introduced himself to you with a shaky voice and a meek handshake. You instantly admired him from his geeky personality outwards to his tall, thin self with a face sculpted by artists. Little did you know he did the same, but immediately thought of you as out of his league, so he stayed quiet.

You had been friends since then, pairing up on cases as your minds seemed to work like a perfectly oiled machine when together. Like Penelope and Derek, you two were known for the science jokes no one understood and shared looks of adoration that the both of you somehow didn't recognize as romantic. But everyone else saw it.

Derek Morgan teased a lot. He talked to Reid about working with the 'pretty girl' every day, poking him in the side and messing with his hair. The geek and the girl who was smart as hell, but didn't make it her dominant trait.

A doctor and the outgoing agent who matched the loudness of Penelope Garcia at times at karaoke night. You brought more liveliness to the BAU- more music, more spinning, more levity in dark cases. Spencer was always trying to hide a smile when you walked in, trying to pretend he hadn't been waiting for you to bring him coffee each morning. You didn't need an eidetic memory to remember his order and that, for some reason, always sent him over the moon.

But you were here now, listening to him wrap up his story as you fought the sleep that was looming over you as the car came to a stop outside the hotel.

"-And that was the end of it all. I think it's so fascinating how they wrapped everything up into this intricate timeline of interactions and moments and backtracks. We should, uh, watch it sometime." He said as he hopped out of the back, holding his small bag and yours.

You sleepily hopped out after him, hoping you didn't look like you felt, because you truly felt like hell. "Yeah, I'd like that," was all you could really mumble out. He passed you your bag and you smiled your thank you.

Emily held you up by the shoulders as Hotch sent through the check-in information. "Some case, huh?" She laughed as you rubbed your left eye. "I suppose we can't make this a girl's night of post-case celebration if you're dead asleep."

You groaned, "You wanted to do that? Damn it, Em, I'm sorry-"

"You need beauty sleep, (Y/N). I'm not mad or anything, I'll just take a bath and pull out an adult romance novel." A smirk played on her lips as she raised her eyebrows. You chuckled tiredly. "Seriously, no worries."

"Did I hear talk of a romance novel?" Derek shuffled over. "Which one are we reading? 50 Shades of Grey?"

Spencer stepped in, "Did you know that 50 Shades of Grey is actually fanfiction written about Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga? If you go further back, Stephanie started Twilight as written alternate universe fanfiction where the emo-slash-hardcore band My Chemical Romance were all vampires. But My Chemical Romance was started by musician and comic book creator- who published a series of comics called The Umbrella Academy in 2008, unrelated, his name was - Gerard Way, who created the band to make music that expressed the trauma he was given from witnessing the twin towers falling on September 11th, 2001."

Emily looked at him, jaw open. "So Nine-Eleven essentially created a badly-written and toxic sex novel, years later?"

Spencer nodded, eyes flickering to you for a brief moment. Derek grinned at Emily, "So you have read 50 Shades of Grey, huh?" He teased. She swat at his wiggly fingers away as Hotch walked over, brow furrowed.

"Rooms need to be doubled up tonight. Morgan, you can come with me. As much as you may hate it, I feel like (Y/L/N) here might collapse on the spot, so we can't go anywhere else." He handed Spencer and Emily a key, expecting them to make their own choices. Of course, Emily knew exactly what she needed to do when Hotch walked off. You were about to turn and go with her, but she bolted off, reaching for JJ.

You looked up at Spencer Reid who had his mouth in a shy, straight-lipped smile. You both knew what this meant, but you were glad you'd get to crash somewhere, floor or not. The room was on the fifth floor, so you took the elevator with Spencer in silence that you were sure he was granting you until you reached the door of your room.

"I will... take the floor tonight," he said, sticking the key in the lock. "You're tired and I'm just going to get dinner and um... read."

His watch read 4:34 pm- it was so much earlier than you had thought, but you were almost collapsing. "I'm sorry," were the last words you could reply with before you walked into the room, got into the bed, and you were out, cold.

You had never had such a fulfilling sleep. You woke up feeling clean, fresh, renewed and restored. There was no groggy feeling that you had accidentally travelled to another dimension while asleep. The room was dim, except for the lamp that was on in the right corner.

When you peered over the edge of the bed, there was Spencer, laying on his stomach with few pillows under his chest and elbows, a book in his hands. He looked peaceful, quiet, calm. "Spence," you whispered. He practically jumped out of his skin and you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." You grinned.

He smiled sheepishly, setting down his book. "You're awake."

You nodded back, "How long was I out?"

"Since 4:34, so... 8 hours and 20 minutes. It's only 12:22am." Spencer sat up and against the wall while you adjusted yourself to sit cross-legged. You were still in your clothes from earlier and it surprised you to see Spencer in less preppy clothing.

Well, less preppy for him. No cardigan, no dress shirt, just a t-shirt that read 'math is as easy as pi' with the pi symbol made of cherry pie and his regular khaki pants. "Aren't you tired?" you asked, smiling from his shirt, back to him.

"No, uh, I actually got about four hours in the middle of your eight. I usually don't dream anymore but I actually dreamt I was falling, which is a sign of..." he stopped himself, but he was with another profiler, what was the use, you could already fill in the blanks. He continued, "Which is a sign of insecurity and inferiority, but I don't believe in dream analysis..."

You furrowed your brow, watching his eyes look down at his hands. "Are you feeling insecure and inferior, Dr.Reid, because need I remind you that 99% of the time, it's your brain that leads us to solve the cases."

He shook his head, "Thinking myself over, I'd-I'd say it doesn't revolve around work." The stutter was back. He hadn't talked to you with a stutter in months, you'd assumed it was just because he wasn't as comfortable around you then, but now it was back. Spencer Reid needed to be cheered up, something was wrong.

"Well you know you can tell me anything, right? I've kept secrets about my friends since grade one, I can keep yours." You slipped off of the bed and walked to your bag on the table in the far corner. You could feel Spencer's eyes on you as you went, so you shot him a smile over your shoulder. He reverted back to looking at his hands.

Through situations and being friends, you knew Spencer was insecure. He was bullied constantly as a child, some going as far as to strip him down and beat him. Disgusting, self-esteem-ruining acts you wished you could remove from his eidetic memory.

You took off your button-up blouse to stay in your white t-shirt that lay underneath. You hadn't the time to remove it before falling asleep. Thinking about that- you probably had bedhead too. Your balled-up shirt was shoved into your bag and you pulled out a brush in exchange, to get the knots out of your hair.

"I could really go for frozen yogurt right now," you said, running the wooden brush through your hair. Spencer narrowed his eyes at you, a little confused. "I haven't eaten dinner."

"It's nearly 12:30 am..." Spencer said. It looked like he was running through his vast mind to find a scientific explanation as to why you might have wanted frozen yogurt at half-past midnight. You let him, a teasing smile on your lips as you pulled the top bit of your hair up. "Are you pregnant?" He asked, out of the blue, entirely serious. Seemed like the only logical explanation he could find. You nearly choked on the air.

"No, Spencer, I am not pregnant!" You laughed. His face tightened as he went back to searching his mind. "I just want frozen yogurt. Regular cravings, not... pregnancy cravings. Are you coming?"

He looked at you, oddly surprised he was invited. "Why?"

"Why not?" You picked up his jacket from the hook and tossed it to him. "Nobody has to see your cheesy math shirt."

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, but went right back to being analytical, a mumbling rant with hand gestures.

"The average half-cup serving of frozen yogurt alone has about 17.3 grams of sugar and plus various toppings, the sugar is upped to at least 25 grams. But, versus a half-cup serving of vanilla ice cream, the sugar is only about 14 grams and with toppings can be upped to about 22. Fat-wise-"

You interrupted him because this was seemingly the only way to lift his mood and he was making excuses to stay here and wallow. "Come on, for once, let's be able to act like the youngest members of the team. Once, Spence. I don't need a play-by-play on how much sugar is in it- though I did find that interesting-I just want frozen yogurt and I would like you to come with me. I'll pay for yours if you want any, just... please?"

He met your eyes with a curl falling down his forehead and quickly looked back at his hands. You'd been friends for nearly a year and four months and he still couldn't look you in the eyes for long. He really wasn't good at refusing you at all, either.

Spencer nodded and you practically beamed. Maybe this would help to take his mind off of what was bothering him, even if the distraction was brief. You jumped on the spot and slipped on your own jacket and grabbed your wallet, ready to go and by the door.

He had a small smile when the two of you stepped out, his hands behind his back. You locked the door behind you and the two of you walked silently to the elevator, careful not to accidentally wake anyone else in case they decided to peer out into the hall.

In the elevator, you turned and looked up at Spencer who was fiddling with his hands. "You look nervous, Spence. It's frozen yogurt, not a pretty girl."

"Well I'm with-" he stopped himself again and actually started laughing his breathy laugh, squeezing his own hand so hard his knuckles turned white while his cheeks and nose went a little pink. "You..." He finished, rocking on his heels.

You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. Though you mentally disagreed with him sometimes on your appearance, you smiled and looked back up at him. "Thank you. You're pretty too."

He shrugged himself further into his jacket, hands still wildly fidgeting. "Thank you..."

You both stepped out of the elevator the moment it got to the ground floor, looking for air that wasn't filled with odd tension neither of you could explain. You two walked through the lobby and into the cool midnight air outside, where things were open, dark, and still.

You shut your eyes for a moment and opened your arms to face the gentle, cool wind that blew your hair and hit your face gently. Inhaling deeply, you opened your eyes again to Spencer in a similar state, but much less relaxed looking. Instead, it looked like he was trying to calm himself down.

"Spence, you look out of it," you said, folding your arms over your chest. You had gotten him outside, now maybe instead of distracting him from whatever it was, you could help him through it. It was part of being a friend- profiling wasn't needed to see he was thinking long and hard over something that bothered him. "You can tell me what's wrong."

He started walking down the street toward the neon lights that shone bright with the word 'fro-yo', you stepped quickly to follow. "If I like a girl.. h-how am I supposed to go about telling her?" He asked, not even looking at you. His forehead was creased and his hands in his jacket pockets.

So this was about a girl he liked. Spencer Reid had a crush. Of course, you were oblivious it was you, but Spencer Reid was romantically interested in someone!

Yay?

An odd feeling of happiness came with finding this out and there was an uprising feeling within you like the first drop on a rollercoaster, but it lingered... and it was much less happy. You ignored it, of course, letting your outer emotions display themselves.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, the human encyclopedia- have you finally found a girl that puts you at a loss for words?" You teased, pressing the back of your hand to your head for dramatic effect, struggling to keep up with him.

His mouth twitched, "Maybe."

"Well, to be honest, Spence, just... tell her. Just go at it- ask to kiss her, maybe, then confess after. Or... or, you could confess, see how she takes it, then you can see if you should or shouldn't kiss her based off of if you get rejected or not." You told him, catching him by the shoulder to get him to slow down at the entrance of the frozen yogurt place.

He was much taller than you, so that came with him being that much faster, but that didn't matter now, he had stopped. Spencer looked at you, concern in his eyes, panic. You smiled kindly, "She won't reject you. I don't know any girl who would even think of it." Reassurance, because he needed it.

His eyes trailed to the ground and he ran a hand through his hair, opening the door for you. "And w-what do I say?" Spencer asked when you both went inside. You were the only two there and the cashier must have been in the back room.

You hopped over to the flavours, "I mean, whatever feels right, Spence. If you feel like going on a long, romantic, poet-written rant about how much you like her, do that. If you're afraid to bore her, you can wait for her to speak, but the truth is if she can't listen to you rant, she probably isn't worth going for."

He evaluated your words while you casually got yourself vanilla frozen yogurt. He also scanned the flavours, probably mentally shaming the company for marketing this as somewhat healthier. You giggled watching him try to figure out how to get the yogurt out of the machine as you put raspberries in yours.

"(Y/N), uh..." he said quietly, gesturing you over. The genius's mind was scrambled enough to miss the lever in front of him. You took his cup from him and pulled the lever, to which he made an 'o' shape with his mouth and nodded comprehensively.

"Chocolate mocha," you smiled, handing it to him as he stood there sheepishly again. "Good choice."

You spun back to your yogurt, adding a bit of honey over the top of it all. He followed, choosing raspberries as well, silently adding them. He still didn't seem at rest with the girl thing, you noticed by the way he was failing to open the scoop-box of cookie crumbs. He had long fingers, usually nimble ones, but not so much right now. Spencer was too stressed to work properly. Error in the system, you may have joked if things weren't so bad with him.

When you were both finished, Spencer tapped the little service bell on the desk and a little woman, maybe mid-30s came out wearing the merchandise of the shop. You both placed your cups on the scale and she weighed them for the price, but both you and Spencer pulled out your wallets.

He put his card out faster, so you swat his hand with your card and paid while he mumbled "Ow..." Of course, you checked to see if he was really hurt, but he had his small, crooked smile back on his face. He was okay, maybe he was feeling better?

Saying good morning/night to the lady, you both stepped back into the midnight air, starting to walk, but not back toward the hotel. You'd think with what cases you two had worked on you'd be a little warier, but with each other, you both felt safe. You walked a few steps, eating your yogurt, before Spencer spoke up again. "Is it a bad thing I'm so clueless as to what women like? Everything I know about women is scientific. Chocolate releases endorphins, flowers are associated with beauty and love, but... other than that... I don't know anything."

You swallowed your bite as Reid took his, waiting on your answer. Just as you always listened to him, he always listened to you. He probably valued your opinion over Derek's at times. You waved your spoon in the air when you spoke, "I wouldn't say bad. Everyone starts somewhere for everything. If anything, a man who is willing to learn is more attractive than one who wings it and doesn't ask comprehensive questions to up the relationship quality."

"Asking questions, got it. Should my confession include a gesture, though?" He spoke with his mouth full. Spencer really wanted to get this right- it was admirable. But there came that uneasy feeling again. It was more like an ache this time. Perhaps it was the awkward hours of sleep throwing you off?

You sucked it up, shoved the feeling down. "Really, Spence, it depends on the woman. Do I know her? Maybe I can help- that is unless you want to profile her to get her interests? I can help with that too-"

"No, I-I don't want to profile her, I want to stay away from that, we do that on a near-daily basis."

"We?" You questioned. Reid froze, but kept walking, looking a little petrified. He put more frozen yogurt in his mouth, maybe to shut himself up. You grinned, "We as in you and her are both profilers or we as in you and I profile others together, so you don't want to profile her with me?"

"I don't want us... to profile her," he cleared his throat. "Yeah..."

You sighed with a breathy laugh, "Good, because I was starting to think you were after Emily."

He chuckled, "Oh, no, not Emily. She's too scary for me anyway. Uh..." He swallowed hard, the way he always did was he was anxious or nervous. I saw in his face he'd come to some sort of conclusion. "Don't... don't yell at me for this, alright?"

"Yell at you? Spence, I wouldn't..." You were confused. He set his frozen yogurt down on the bench he had stopped in front of and stood back in front of you, pushing his hair behind his ears. He looked at you with his doe eyes and the wind blew his curls back in front of his face, he looked to the ground. His forehead still creased between his brows, but his eyes were soft and sweet, his nose was slightly scrunched and his mouth was twisted to the side as if he was once again mentally calculating something. You granted him back the silence from earlier, wondering what was going on in that mind of his. That was... until his eyes met yours and he looked so desperately lost and longing and like he ached inside... and you no longer wondered.

You let out another long sigh. She was you.

This girl that he was trying to understand how to win over, she was you. He asked you because he needed to know what you wanted. He was nervous because he was practically confessing to you and you, a profiler, were too blind to see that.

He watched your face for your reaction, waiting for something good, but you were too shocked to react right. He unfroze, hands flying to the roots of his hair and he spun away from you. He started rambling, obviously thinking everything had gone wrong. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, (Y/N). That- that wasn't how I had things planned and I was so certain that maybe you-hm- liked me too."

His words made it true. This was, in fact, happening at 12:56am in the middle of a foreign city. Your words spilled out, stern, focused, serious. "Kiss me then."

He spun around again, "What?"

"Confess, then kiss, remember?" You recounted carefully, looking directly at him, stepping closer.

"But I didn't get to do my whole monologue thing-" He was grinning pretty hard now, all signs of stress removed from his face. He looked brighter than the neon froyo sign, in happiness and disbelief right down at you. You were pretty sure you looked similar as all the pieces fell in place in your mind. It all fit.

"I don't care." You beamed back. "Do it after."

So without wasting another second, he grabbed your face and kissed you. He kissed you with a year and four months' worth of frustration, lust, confusion and past jealousies. His hands holding your jaw, his fingertips in your hair and your hands on his chest, holding fast to jacket. The kiss was a little messy the first two seconds, but every second after it was enjoyable and sweet and oddly powerful. He also tasted rich, like chocolate mocha, but you knew where that came from.

He pulled away first, which surprised you, but he didn't move very far, in fact, he mumbled against your lips as he tucked your hair out of your face. "I think I've liked you since you and I first met. You didn't hate my science jokes and instead of being annoyed with my informational rants, you listened to me. I wasn't expecting you to be so involved with me since you're, well... you're you and you're loud and fun and sweet and beautiful, but we worked so well together how could I ignore what I felt?"

His hand was a little shaky still, but his fingertips on your cheek were gentle. He continued to quietly ramble, "I decided maybe I'd do something with myself that wasn't devoted to the BAU so I thought maybe I'd- I'd tell you this. That I think you're beautiful and smart and talented and maybe you'd understand and feel the same way and now that I know maybe you do, I feel oddly put back to how I'm supposed to be. And... I think I'm supposed to be with you. If this is too soon or... ruins our friendship, I'm sorry and I'll slow it down, but I won't stop liking you."

You couldn't believe that in a three-minute span you had gone from painfully oblivious to so extremely wide awake. But it was in the best way possible after a year and four months of you also being painfully crushed by your secret feelings for Dr.Reid.

"It's fine, Spence," you said quietly, smiling at him with the most happiness you had found in months. "More than fine, I can't believe this is real."

He tucked the other side of your hair behind your ear, "You might have DRC, then. It stands for dream-reality confusion and is a difficulty or inability to determine whether an event or experience occurred during the waking state or whether it was part of a dream. I can assure you that you aren't dreami-"

You reached up and pulled him onto your lips by the back of the neck, smiling into it. This would be the first time you've ever shut him up. He welcomed it by kissing you back again, softer this time. Now that he was sure you wouldn't hate him for it, it felt a lot more natural, a lot more at ease. His passion was still there, as was yours, but this was how things were supposed to be. There was no longer a rush.

The two of you started laughing after it all. Both of you laughed at how painfully oblivious you both were and he went on a small explanation as to why we don't see our own tells and how feelings of romantic relation cloud the judgement. You went over every time the rest of the team had made a comment you both secretly loved or some you dismissed because it was an ache to hear.

Spencer opened up about his fear of rejection and you did the same and that too resulted in more laughing because here you were, so afraid, but you had both been in it for so long. You deserved to have each other after all this time not only because you fit, but because everyone saw it too, far before either of you did.

An innocent, fun, midnight escapade to cheer Spencer up turned into him finding a truly happy state of mind. You took that as a win and success as you tossed frozen yogurt containers in the garbage and found your way back to your room where you told Spencer it was okay to sleep in the bed as long as he was nice.

So he let you turn out the lights and lay next to him, your head on his chest in the way you had done before when it was only an achingly platonic move. He played with your hair, stared at the green walls, ranted about the history of the colour green and soon after, the both of you went right back to sleep, entirely happy.

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Her substitute (4) - Back Home

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.

Square Filled: Bonham Walker for @walker-bingo

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Bonham Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Abeline Walker

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, remorse, awkward situations, idiots in love, Walkers family is the best, arguments, implied smut

Word Count: 1,6 k

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<< Part 3

“Y/N,” Stella clings to you, refuses to let go of you. The moment you got out of your old truck she jumped at you, crying as you came back. “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” you swallow thickly when Stella tells you how much she has missed you. For now, you will hide you still don’t know if you will stay or go back to New York. “How have you been? I know my departure was—sudden.”

“It was his fault, wasn’t it?” she chokes out, looking up at you. “Why can’t he just admit he wants to go out with you? Dad should stop being so stubborn.”

“Your father and I, we are friends and partners. It’s complicated, you know. Maybe it would be easier if I wasn’t your mom’s best friend. I think Cor—I mean your dad doesn’t know how to express his feelings. And I don’t know if it’s a good idea that I stay here.”

“Why? You are family, Y/N. Please don’t leave us again. August, he doesn’t show it but he’s missing you too. He’s as stubborn as dad,” Stella sighs when you run your hand over her hair. “Dad is an idiot for not seeing how much you care about him.”

“There she is, the long-lost daughter,” Bonham smirks when you walk toward the house, Stella hot on your heels. She refused to leave your side since you are back in town, even followed you home when you tried to change clothing.

“Hi,” you let Cordell’s father wrap you in a hug. “How have things been since I’ve been gone? Do you still drive your wife crazy?” he snickers at your words.

“So, you’ve become an important FBI agent now?” he looks at you, searching your face while hoping you will come back. “I heard about Cordell and you. Why didn’t you tell me you are about to become our new daughter-in-law?”

“Bonham,” you sigh, shaking your head lightly, “this is all a misunderstanding. Cordell and I are only friends and partners.”

“Do you want to tell me you left your home, your family for a job you don’t want out of the blue? I know about the blind date and that you left town right after you canceled, the party,” he slings one arm around your shoulders to lead you into the house. “I am an old man, not blind nor stupid.”

“Love is out of the question for Cordell and me,” Bonham doesn’t say a word. He guides you into the house, biting his tongue. “Emily was the woman he loved, and it will always be her for him. I don’t think he will be able to open his heart for someone else.”

“How about we save the heavy topics for later and have dinner? Abeline made your favorite, and she made a pie to die for, Y/N,” you hate to say no to Bonham, so you nod silently, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know, if he doesn’t man up and asks you out, I’ll handle this for him.”

“Bonham,” he laughs when you try to stop him from playing the matchmaker for you and his son. “Please don’t try to change his mind. Cordell is—”

“A stubborn man, but he has feelings for you, my dear. He’s like his old man,” Bonham ends your sentence. “Y/N, he’s a good man, with a broken heart. He just needs a little push. Let me push him if I must.”

“That’s delicious Abeline,” you try to break the awkward tension in the dining room. While Stella and August won’t stop asking questions about New York, the FBI and your training Cordell sits opposite you, frowning anytime you say something, “as always.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Cordell’s mother gives you a soft smile, offering another slice of the pie to you. “You are always welcome to join us for dinner. Cordell should invite you more often.”

“Mom,” Cordell clears his throat, eyes drifting toward you again. Tonight, he sticks to water, doesn’t even touch the beer his father offered to him. “Y/N will come around when she finds the time. She has her own life…maybe even in New York.”

“Dad,” Stella drops her fork. She grimaces, pointing her finger at you. “Do you want her to leave town again? Why don’t you ask her out? If you can go out with that other woman, you can go out with Y/N!”

“Stella,” August tries to spare you another hurtful scene. He’s grown for his age, and you give him a weak smile. “We talked about this, didn’t we?”

“Fine,” grasping for her water Stella glares at her father. “If she leaves all of us because of you, I will never forgive you.”

“I think that is enough,” Bonham speaks up. “Y/N doesn’t owe you anything, Stella. She is important to all of us, but this doesn’t mean she must stay in town and work as a Texas Ranger, not when she has the chance to become an FBI agent.”

“Grandpa,” Stella sniffs, looking at him, pleadingly. “Please. I don’t want to lose her too. He can’t ruin everything for us. Mom died because—”

“Enough,” this time you drop the fork. “It was my fault too. We arrested that man together. I was the one not wanting to give up and your mom and Jason paid the price. The guilt almost ate me up and your father was the one catching my fall,” you admit, pushing the tears away.

“What?” Stella inhales sharply. She always believed you are like Wonder Woman. Invincible and strong-willed. “But—but you seem so strong and…”

“Even the mightest people fall sometimes. It’s no shame to accept help from someone,” you clear your throat, eyes drifting toward Cordell. You know he’s ashamed Geri called you and that you saw him drunk once again. “Some people might say you are even stronger for accepting help.”

“Hi—erm, can I help you?” watching you clean the dishes Cordell awkwardly stands in the kitchen. “Mom said the dishwasher needs fixing. Let me lend you a hand.” He stands behind you to subtle sniff at your hair.

You can feel his chest press against your back when he tries to take the first plate out of your hand. “I—I can do this,” voice a little shaky you try to focus on the warm water soaking your hands, not the heat coming out of Cordell’s body. “How about you go back and chat a little or something.”

“Y/N, will it always be like that from now on? I want you to look at me the way you did before you left for New York,” he begins. “Please at least look at me. Even if you give me a dirty look. Just talk to me.”

“Do you think you are the only person thinking about shit all the time,” you place the plate back into the sink. “I think about Jason and Emily all the fucking time,” you turn around to jab your finger into his chest.

“Baby girl,” you whimper at the pet name. “I’m sorry—” he runs his large hands up and down your arms to calm you. “I should have stayed away from you, but I can’t. Y/N, I feel guilt too.” You huff at his words, not believing he feels sorry at all.

“Oh, you feel guilty for fucking me?” you retort, letting out a frustrated huff. “Do you know why I feel guilty, huh?” he shakes his head, swallowing thickly when tears well up to your eyes. “I feel guilty for getting them killed. I feel guilty for fucking my best friend’s husband. I feel guilty for hiding whatever we have from our families and friends. And I feel guilty for wanting you so bad that I can’t think straight when you are close to me.”

“Baby girl,” he gently cups your face, stroking your skin with his thumbs, “I’m so sorry for being an insensitive asshole. I should’ve told you how I feel a long time ago.” His lips softly press against your forehead, and you sigh deeply, hating he makes you feel weak all over again. “Please, give me a chance to show you I can be better.”

“I need to…I need to go,” you duck under his arm to escape the painful situation. Before you flee out of the house you look back over your shoulder to give Cordell one last glance. “Give me a few days to sort my thoughts, Cord. I just can’t be with you right now.”

“Hey, Ems,” you sit in front of your friend’s grave. “Do you think I should go back to New York? I-I know it’s wrong to love your husband, but I can’t stop my heart from beating only for him.” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Shit, I can still feel his hands on me. He’s just—fuck. Cordell gets under my skin, Emily.”

Silence is a good friend tonight, so you sit there in front of her grave, drinking your favorite beer. “Do you remember when we first met? I thought you hate me, and you believed I am too cool to hang out with you. But the truth is, back then, I thought you are the coolest girl I ever met.”

“Shit, I wish you were here with me, Emily. I swear, nothing would’ve happened between me and Cordell if you were here. I could’ve never done such a shady thing,” you sip at your beer, sighing deeply.

“...and even now, I think about him and his fucking hands. God, his hands all over me and his lips against my throat. I love when he calls me baby girl. It drives me crazy, and I believe that I will lose my mind.”

“Coming,” Cordell grumbles, reluctantly opening the door to his house. “Y/N?” he gasps when you grab his shirt to bring him down for a messy kiss. “Baby girl.”

“Just shut up,” cupping the back of his neck, you kiss him again, this time slow and gentle. “I-I don’t know what to do. I only know that I want you.”

“I want you too—” you find yourself in his arms, your legs around his waist as he carries you inside his house. “Let me show you how much, baby girl…”

>> Part 5

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amphxtrite · 3 years

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spencer reid x fem! reader

chapter 4 • the interview

series summary: a new case brings the BAU to New York, investigating a string of murders involving girls who appear very similar. The unsub is relentless, desperate to fill the needs of his fantasy. In the midst of it, spencer meets the girl he been writing with, but had yet to see, prompting a love to blossom in the midst of the storm. Is disaster inevitable? Or will the duplicator’s rein fall?

warnings: kidnapping, flashbacks, all things associated with criminal minds.

chapter summary: grace becomes conscious enough to be asked some questions, but the case is still driving the team insane. Spencer’s suspicions are confirmed, and the unsub’s endgame is growing nearer.

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a/n: just a mini chapter before things get good ;)

“Well someone’s been awfully quiet.” A voice chimes behind Spencer as he flips through the pages of his file for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Just tryna focus…” Spencer murmurs, sighing to himself as Derek pulls a chair out next to him.

“Still looking at those quotes huh?” The other agent asks, taking a sip of water.

“It just doesn’t make sense! We’ve profiled this unsub as smart, calm and organized. Why move from classic literature quotes to a hastily written mess of words.” The brunette groans, burying his face in his hands.

“Well we know he’s getting closer to his endgame, he’s getting sloppy and it won’t be long till we catch this son of a bitch.” Derek reassures, placing his hand on Spencer’s shoulder.

The young profiler sighs, “I-I know that Morgan, but there’s just so much I feel like we’re missing! L-Like look…” Spencer mutters, pulling out a quickly scrawled version of the message left at the crime scene.

You cannot replace perfection, and in love, she could never be replaced. Like a lighthouse she beckons me. I will not let her light go to waste. She is mine.

“See that last part? ‘She is mine.’ This unsub is talking about one specific person, one girl has always been his focus, but who? It can’t be one of his past victims, so she’s still out there, and if she is, what happened? I-I told Hotch all this on the way back to the station, but-”

Derek cuts Spencer’s words off when his face begins to look a little flustered.

“Kid, we need to be on our A-game if we’re going to protect this girl, so take a deep breath for us and for her. If there’s anyone that can solve this it’s you.” Derek murmurs.

Spencer pauses and takes a second to breathe.

“Yeah… Thanks Morgan.” Spencer grins weakly, closing his eyes briefly to calm himself down.

“Reid, Morgan. Grace is starting to wake up. Can you go and meet JJ at the hospital?” Hotch’s voice calls out to the two profilers.

“You got it, Hotch.” Derek responds quickly, tapping Spencer on the shoulder as he stands.

The brunet simply nods and hurriedly follows Morgan out of the conference room.

“Hey, there you guys are. How are things at the station?” JJ asks as the two agents enter the Hospital lobby.

“Not great, how is Grace?” Spencer asks as JJ begins leading them up to Grace’s room.

“Passing in and out of consciousness, but the doctors say she should be stable enough to answer some simple questions.” The blonde answers, stopping at a closed door and knocking gently.

A small rustle of clothing can be heard as a doctor comes to the door.

“Agent Jareau!” She greets, standing aside and letting the profilers in.

“Doctor, these are SSA Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid, they’ll be helping me ask Grace some questions.” JJ states, introducing her teammates.

The doctor nods, “just be careful, she’s very weak.”

The agents bid and turn to see Grace in her hospital bed.

Spencer swallowed at the sight, there was no doubt Grace was a perfect fit in the victimology, and with the bandages over her face and her eyes closed, it was almost like it was you lying frail there in front of him. He did his best to shake that thought from his head.

“Hey there Grace, my name’s Derek. D’you mind if we ask you a couple questions?” Morgan speaks up first as he arrives at Grace’s side.

“Yeah, o-okay.” Grace mutters weakly as her eyes open weakly and she registers his voice, Grace lets out a short breath and nods for them to continue.

“Alright, we’re going to start off with something called a cognitive interview, you’re going to close your eyes and do your best to recall what happened, we’ll lead you through everything. Do you think you can handle that Grace?” JJ asks in a soft voice.

Grace’s eyes widen and her lips part nervously.

“We’ll be here every step of the way.” JJ reassures.

“I-I’ll try…” Grace sighs, trying to calm her nerves.

“Alright, can you close your eyes for me?” Spencer begins, sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed.

Grace obliges.

“Okay, you’re walking to school Grace, tell me what you see.”

“U-Um…

It’s sunny out, I’m walking on the edge of campus by the trees, m-my usual route. I got off calling my friend on the phone and when I was putting it back in my pocket I realized I didn’t have my keys. I stopped to look and there was someone behind me-” Grace mutters in a hoarse voice, pausing at every breath.

“The man who took you?” Derek asks.

“No- no it was a guy, he was nice- found my keys. I actually dropped them.” Grace explains.

“He gave them to me, said bye and when I couldn’t see him anymore-” She pauses and her bottom lip begins quivering.

“Take a deep breath, do you think you can continue?” JJ asks.

“A-A hand went over m-my mouth and he pulled me into the trees-”

Tears begin falling down Grace’s cheeks and a choked sob pushes past her lips.

“H-He told me if I screamed, h-he would kill me there. He kissed my shoulder and that’s when I felt a needle, I could barely hold myself up by the time he took it out, a-and then he started t-talking to me.”

The team’s ears prick up.

“What did he say, Grace?” Derek asks.

“He said I was beautiful.” Grace spits, shuddering.

“I think he called me a flower or something- and…”

Grace pauses for a moment, as the memory she did her best to reject creeps back into her head, she sniffles, clasping her hands together and fidgeting in her place.

“He said I looked like someone and he kept repeating it. That’s all I remember before I got here.” Grace coughs, leaning back onto her bed weakly.

“Grace, did you see the man who did this?” Spencer questions.

“N-No… gloves, mask.” Grace looks as though she wants to continue, but before she can say anything her eyes roll back and her body goes limp.

“Doctor, Grace just went unconscious!” JJ yells as the doctor runs from outside the door and begins tending to Grace.

“T-This isn’t good, I’m sorry agents, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave for now.” She mutters.

The group nods and exits the room as a couple more doctors enter. Spencer doesn’t mean to pry, but he glances in between the shudders into Grace’s room. The doctors work frantically, but the heart monitor seemed to go slower with each passing second. With a heavy heart, Spencer follows his friends out of the hospital.

“We’ll that confirms your theory Spence, there’s one unlucky girl at the centre of this.” Derek sighs.

Spencer nods solemnly and shakes his head.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t classify that as ‘good news.’”

The three of them climb into their vehicle

“Hey, is Professor Eric checking this?” You question, turning to Adira who wore a focused face as she types away.

“Yeah, he was talking about it for a solid ten minutes, how did you not hear him, he was using that weird voice he does when he’s explaining something.” They respond, chuckling lightly at the thought.

“Really? Guess I just didn’t realize.” You laugh weakly, turning back to your work.

“Something’s bothering you- wait, more than one thing?” Adira guesses, arching a brow as a sigh leaves your mouth.

“Wow, was it that easy to tell?” You joke, pursing your lips as you notice your friend’s look of concern. “Okay yeah, you got me.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She questions, shutting her laptop and turning around to face you.

You do the same and nod gently.

“Well number one is Spencer, I’m worried about him getting hurt, and well I’ve finally met him and I don’t think I could bear to see him hurt.” You begin, crossing your arms.

“y/n, Spencer’s an FBI agent, I’m sure he’s doing all he can to keep himself safe. I’m sure your Doc is to smart to do anything too stupid.” Adira smirks, drawing a small smile from you.

“Okay, now what’s the other thing?” Your best friend questions, reading your mind.

Your smile instantly drops, and with hesitation, you take a deep breath in and mutter silently.

“I think someone is following me.”

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