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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Second Chair Spark Ch 12

Warnings: Language, the squad acting like children.

You stood in the bullpen with the squad, battering it out over their newest case, a local comedian, Josh Galloway was under fire after a previous rape victim was harassed on her way home from his show by some punk frat boys, and his schtick was full of rape and non-consent style jokes, which didn’t sit well with anyone. You’d brazenly reminded the detectives after the girl was hassled by the frat guys that there wasn’t much you could charge Galloway with there, there was nothing you could prove that he intended for his words to cause them to go harass her, you could maybe issue a protective order. They’d questioned him at his hotel briefly, and he had the audacity to invite them to his show that night, after sitting through enough gross and heinous jokes, they called it a night, but ended up being the outcry witness to another University student who was claiming she was raped by Galloway after his show the evening before. They’d brought him in for questioning, but hadn’t laid out any charges, waiting on warrants that Casey was working on.

“This guy’s a fucking disgrace…” You began, “And he thinks this kind of shit is funny?”

“You should hear him in person,” Liv replied, “Even attempting to question him left a taste of disgust in the pit of my stomach…probably good you’re here to deal with him once his lawyer shows.”

“He’s lawyered up already?”

“Yup…did pretty much the second we got back here.” Elliot stated, aggravated at the situations, “Could really use those warrants Counsellor.”

“Novak’s getting them.” Your voice was stern, not forgetting the last disagreement you’d had with the man (though you had no idea it was all for show), “And you swear you didn’t question him a second past him saying the word lawyer?”

“It was by the book Gerard.” Rollins cut in,

“Good.” It was then that Casey raced in, warrants in her hand, extended out to Olivia as she joined the group, Amanda did not miss the way her hand traced across your lower back as she said a quick hey to you before addressing Benson over the warrants. You simply turned back to the squad, “Okay, so Carly was at Galloway’s show the night of the attack, we know she was drinking, did she consent to going back to his hotel room?”

“She remembers leaving the show to go to the bar of the hotel Galloway was staying at, he said there was an amazing view that she should check out.” Rollins replied, flipping through the file in front of her.

“So she willingly goes upstairs, though she’s wasted by now, she mentioned something about room service? But only remembers wanting food while Galloway said she racked up a bill on champagne, and there was no food?” Casey had turned back from Olivia as you started to ramble on, she noticed what looked like a leaf stuck in the twists of hair leading into your low bun, “If the room service bill is available it will only tell us who actually ordered. I mean, if I’m that drunk, maybe I want more to drink but there’s a 100% chance that I’m gonna order 50 chicken nuggets on top of the drinks.” Casey’s hand moved, plucking whatever it was out of your hair, smoothing a piece back down as she moved back beside you, neither of you even flinching, barely noticing it was even happening. You didn’t once stop your story building, “Especially if someone with Galloway’s paycheque is footing the bill. What about this treat bag she mentioned?” You stopped…noticing that everyone in the room had practically froze, a look of glee etched out across Amanda’s face as she yelped, punching a fist into the air, very much to your surprise.

“I fucking KNEW IT!” Your face scrunched up in confusion, the tone in the room had completely changed, everyone facing you had some sort of glee, smirk, or laughter on their face, you glanced over at Casey, her expression mirroring yours.

“Knew…what?”

“That you two are hooking up!” That came from Fin, who was closest to the white board, you and Casey outwardly laughed at that as Fin flipped the board over, revealing their bet board.

“Excuse me?” Casey choked out,

“Oh PLEASE!” Rollins started, “I have never seen Novak touch anyone, and she slid a hand across your back, then picked something out of your hair with neither of you even flinching?! You didn’t even stop talking! You HATED each other when you started. You haven’t had an argument in months, you haven’t even bickered over this case at all. Not to mention…” She gestured wildly to the board behind her, the two of you moved closer to take everything in. Not only were there a surprising amount of names of your coworkers beside dates that you assumed were their guesses to when things started, they’d ACTUALLY taken the time to write out a timeline of events they’d witnessed between you as if they were piecing together a fucking criminal case. You let out a laugh,

“Oh my God…you can’t be fucking serious…”

“Oh we are!” Fin rebottled, clearly they had been way too invested in this.

“Okay, but we’re not…” Casey stumbled, caught off guard by the entire thing, she thought you’d been pretty good at hiding the whole thing, “I mean…this is…it’s not what you…” Elliot laughed outwardly,

“C’mon Casey…since when do you trip over your tongue?”

“Who’s closest!?” Amanda, the lover of stupid reality t.v. shows was clearly the ring leader when it came to this, you shot her a glare before turning your attention back to the board, sighing heavily. You were caught, should’ve known better than to try and hide from detectives,

“…Huang…” You admitted, there was no hiding it anymore, the secret was definitely out. Both you and Casey let out unintelligible noises as Fin pulled out the jar of money, placing it on the desk closest to Huang.

“See?” The older man spoke, “I told ya.” Between all the commotion and the shock, no one noticed the new addition to the squad room, you nearly jumped out of your skin as Rita spoke from beside you.

“What the hell is all this and what does it have to do with my client?”

“Jesus Rita…”

“Did you know these two were fucking.” Wow…thanks for the subtly Fin. Rita feigned shock, turning to look at the two of you,

“Seriously? These two? I thought they hated—“ She cut herself off, her face changing expression, “Of course I fucking knew, did you guys not realize that? I thought you were detectives?! The sexual tension between them is even bigger than their egos!” The fact that the room hadn’t eaten either of you up was out of sheer attempt to save any amount of dignity either of you had left, a series of ‘oh my fucking god’ and ‘Jesus fucking christ’ among other uttering leaving both your mouths as you continued to be exposed. Rita examined the board for a second, “What’s the buy in?”

“$20.” multiple voices echoed back to her. She smirked back at you, pulling a bill from her bag, shoving it into the pot.

“The last day of the Cain trial.” You, once again, literally choked on the coffee you’d been drinking, how the fuck did she know that?! Casey was faster on her feet,

“You know Calhoun, if you brought that much investigation to trial maybe you’d get a win for once.” Rita’s face half hardened, knowing it was a joke.

“Well…I know I’m right…technically I initiated it, why do you think you got an invite for drinks? I was hoping if you’d channel your energy into fucking instead of fighting I’d have a better chance at winning a case.” You both barked out a laugh at that, as IF Rita had figured it out so quickly.

“To be fair….” You started, “Technically….it started in Casey’s office before the guilty verdict, you interrupted, could have dismantled the entire thing.” Rita’s face wore a smirk similar to yours when you knew her client was going down.

“Who do you think invited Nikki Staines that night?”

“Oh that’s cold Rita..even for you…” Casey spoke up,

“You think I don’t know what was going on underneath the table that night?” It was Casey’s turn to choke as the entire squad hollered in response, which also alerted you back to the real world, you turned to address them..

“Rita’s right, money’s hers, sorry Huang.” You turned to face the older woman, slipping directly into work mode, “Your client’s waiting Counsellor…”

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iwishiwasbatman · 2 years

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Masked Love (Part 2)

Pairing- Jason Todd x OC; Dick Grayson x Platonic!OC

Warnings- death; violence

Summary- Elana struggles to get over Jason as the other Titans arrive in Gotham and new criminal activity starts to happen. An old friends in law enforcement helps to unravel the mystery behind the new issue and brings in an old enemy to help.

Word Count- 4,720

I hadn’t come out of my room in a while. Dick had even tried to get me out to welcome the other Titans to Gotham, but I just told him I didn’t feel good and to send my regards. He didn’t buy it, but I wasn’t really trying to sell it. He left me alone anyways. Eventually, after laying in my bed for hours, going through mine and Jason’s old texts, I had come out and gone down to the main room to say hi to the rest of the Titans.

“Elana!” Dawn smiled her beautiful smile, holding her arms out for a hug.

“Hey, Dawn,” I returned her smile and went in for a hug. She squeezed me tight and I felt that sense of safety you would only find in a parent. Dawn gave you that feeling.

“How are you doing?” she asked, pulling away, but putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Coping,” I smiled weakly.

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, I’m right here.”

“Same goes for me,” Kory said, walking up to us. I gave her a hug, too.

“Thank you guys, really. It means a lot to me,” I told them sincerely.

“Of course.” Dawn smiled.

“Elana!” Gar rushed up to me while Dick and Conner walked in. Gar and I did our hand shake that ended in a bro hug. It was a little something we came up with to pass time at the Tower. “I’m sorry about Jason,” he said on a more serious note.

“Thanks Gar,” I said. “Hey Conner.” I looked at the doorway where he stood.

“Hi, Elana,” he greeted cheerfully. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, thanks for asking,” I thanked him.

“Did the lion finally come out of her den?” Dick joked. I punched him on the shoulder.

“What did I ever do to you?” I glared.

“Well, for starters, you punched me.” He smirked.

“If you keep running your mouth, I’ll punch you again,” I threatened with a sweet smile.

“You two fight like children,” Kory laughed.

“You wouldn’t even know they’re adults.” Dawn shook her head.

“Hey, I thought you were on my side.” I crossed my arms.

“Whatever, drama queen,” Dawn chuckled.

I turned to Gar and Conner. “You boys want a tour?”

“Of Wayne Manor? Totally,” Gar said excitedly.

“Sounds like fun,” Conner agreed. I gestured for them to follow and led them into the parlor to start the “grand” tour.

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I spent an hour leading Gar and Conner around the Manor and I had almost forgotten all my problems. Almost. As we finished the tour, Dick had come to get me because Babs needed us.

“Her name’s Anne Williams. She a thirty-four-year-old marketing consultant. No record, no religious groups, no terrorist affiliations,” Barbara informed us as we walked further into the precinct.

“Married?” Dick asked.

“She’s a widow. She has a seven-year-old daughter,” Barbara answered.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“We’re looking.” Babs led us into the monitor room. There were nine screens set up and on one of them showed a woman with a terrified look on her face, who I assumed to be Anne. She was at an ATM, just staring into the camera. Something was clearly wrong from the look on her face.

“She looks terrified,” Dick pointed out. The video kept playing. She put on a red hood of some sort. Finally, she moved away from the camera and dropped a bag in the middle of the floor, next to some other people. Then, she hurried up the stairs. Seconds later there was an explosion coming from the bag and the camera went out. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I didn’t expect that at all.

“She killed four people,” Babs said. “Hasn’t said a word since we brought her in. She just brought in this note,” Babs crossed her arms as the man in the chair next to us brought up a picture of the note, “asking to talk to Nightwing.” The note was unsettling. Reading “I need to talk to Nightwing”, it looked like someone carved into the paper, the words scrawled close together and jagged. The other side of the note looked like a set of instructions with variables and numbers.

Dick crossed his arms and sighed, looking over at me. His face read a question of whether to go talk to her or not. I shrugged. Maybe it was a good idea to see what she had to say.

“Okay,” Dick sighed. “I’ll go get him.” I laughed at his hiding of his secret identity. I got glares from both him and Barbara. He walked off and on his way out, he hit me on the back of the head. I rubbed where he hit me and looked at Barbara. She was still glaring.

“What?” I exclaimed. She shook her head. “So…” I sat on the desk, “how are you?”

“You are such a child.” She shook her head. “Come on.” She gestured for me to follow her into another room where I could see Anne through what I assumed was a one-way glass pane. “How are you doing? I realize I didn’t ask you yesterday after storming out.”

I glanced over at the man next to us, but he was talking to someone on his walkie talkie and walking out. “Why does everyone keep asking that? I’m fine. I’m not the one who died,” I answered.

“Elana, you have to stop being so hard on yourself. It’s not your fault he’s gone.” Barbara put a hand in my knee in a comforting manner.

“Oh my- Dick talked to you, didn’t he?” I chuckled, annoyed.

“He’s worried about you, and frankly, I am, too,” she admitted.

“You shouldn’t be. I’m an adult and I’ve been doing this for a long time.” I looked away from her, signaling to end the conversation, though I could feel her eyes on the back of my head.

Through the glass, I watched Dick walk into the room wearing his Nightwing suit.

“You asked to speak to me?” Dick addressed her. She looked absolutely terrified. I could kind of understand, but Dick wasn’t that scary. She started stuttering, barely making a sound. “Can you speak?” he asked her. She shook her head and uttered an “uh uh”. “The red hood you were wearing, was that something to do with the Joker?” She looked like she was about to cry, but only shrugged. “Why do you wanna talk to me?” Whimpering, she pulled up her sleeve, revealing something I couldn’t quite see. “Who did that to you?” She kept whimpering. “Am I supposed to call that?” I looked at Barbara in confusion. Dick turned to us. “735…” The woman sitting next to Babs, who had come in moments ago, started writing the numbers down. “720…2660.” I realized it was a phone number.

Babs punched in the number and I leaned in expectantly. The laptop started pinging to trace the call and the whimpers from Anne grew louder. A woman’s gasp of pain made my head shoot up to see Anne with a look of pure agony on her face. I stood up quickly.

“You okay?” Dick asked. If the situation wasn’t as bad as it was, I would laughed at his stupid question. Anne groaned in pain. Her whimpering grew even louder as she looked at her arm. “Hang up the call!” Dick yelled to us through the glass. “Hang up the call!” Barbara and the woman rushed to do just that, but Anne had started foaming from the mouth.

“Make it stop!” she let out a bloodcurdling scream and snapped her own neck. I was taken aback, to say the least. My eyes went wide and I flinched. Dick looked back at us bewildered, then back at Anne’s body.

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I was sat up on the edge of a table in Barbara’s office, absentmindedly flipping around a dagger in my hand. Dick and I were waiting for the commissioner to came back to talk about what happened only a half an hour ago.

“They found Anne’s daughter walking around the bus station an hour ago also wearing a red hood. Elana, get down,” Barbara said, wheeling in. I rolled my eyes and put my weapon away, hopping down. “She said some strange man in a mask snatched her out of bed. So, Anne wasn’t working alone.”

“Or he was using the kid to coerce her,” Dick offered. “No money, no political manifestos.”

“Doesn’t sound like a Joker copycat to me,” I sighed.

“So what does he want?” Dick asked.

“What’s any terrorist want? Create chaos, paranoia, fear, the noisy kind,” Barbara answered, a slight quiver in her voice. “Toxicology report came back. The woman had a subdermal drug delivery system in her arm. Our guys said it was some sort of Flakkid derivation.” I nodded, pretending to know what that meant. “Like, nuclear bath salts. They juiced her with some serious chemical strength.”

“A bomb in pharmacology points to a science background,” Dick said.

“Maybe military,” I added.

“Well, that narrows it down a few hundred thousand.”

“Probably with a mental health issue, too. Might help narrow the profile,” Dick suggested. Barbara stared at us like she was conflicted.

“I wasn’t gonna mention this, but for cases like these, we’ve been using a consultant,” she sighed. “Like a profiler. And we’ve gotten good results, but you’re not gonna like it.” I furrowed my eyebrows at her words.

“Okay,” Dick said.

“You’re really not gonna like it.” She crossed her arms. “Scarecrow.”

“What?!” Dick and I exclaimed in unison, though I was much more enthusiastic.

“Are you crazy?! He’s a psychotic bad guy. Psychotic bad guys play mind games and back stab everyone,” I told her.

“Told you you wouldn’t like it,” Babs said. Dick stomped up angrily.

“You know, Batman put him in Arkham years ago for a reason,” he told her aggressively.

“Oh, he’s still there. He’s just helping us on the side,” Babs said.

“He’s nuts!” I hissed.

“You’re taking advice from a crazy person,” Dick backed me up.

“It was Bruce’s idea,” Babs said as Dick began to walk out. He stopped and turned back around. “He thought that Crane had value and so far, he’s been right. When it comes to profiling the criminally insane, I hate to admit it, but he’s the best that we’ve got. And after what happened today, I think that we need the best.” Dick and I shared glances and we knew what had to be done. “I’ll call ahead. Make an introduction.” And so did Barbara. I nodded and followed Dick out of the precinct.

“What is she thinking?” I asked Dick, settling into the passenger’s seat.

“She‘s not. Bruce apparently snapped a while ago and we didn’t even notice,” he grumbled.

“Why would he even suggest that? It doesn’t make sense. Scarecrow is a manipulator. Bruce of all people should know not to trust someone like that,” I complained.

“Well, at least when the inevitable betrayal happens, we get to say I told you so,” Dick offered.

“I love saying “I told you so”.”

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After all the necessary check ins, Dick and I headed to talk to the madman himself. We walked down the dimly lit halls of Arkham with an escort.

“What cell?” Dick asked.

“He’s on the end. Only one down here,” the guard told us. Dick nodded and began walking down toward Crane’s cell. I followed. We got to the bars of the cell and Dick spoke up.

“Dr. Crane?” The man had his back turned to us and was messing with something I couldn’t make out.

“Weed,” was all we got. I rubbed my eyes in annoyance. “Look, if you want my help and you do, then I’m gonna need some high quality flour. I’m talking seventy-thirty sativa. Lemon lyric is my favorite, but I’m not a name brand only guy. Just get me in the ballpark. Anything above twenty-five percent THC. Then we can have our little tet-a-tet.” I banged on the bars to get his attention. Crane turned around.

“You’re doing the stoner act, huh?” Dick asked.

“It’s not an act. It helps my brain slow down. Arkham really isn’t a venue for depressants,” Crane answered. I rolled my eyes.

“Gotham PD actually has you on the payroll?” Dick asked. Crane settled into his chair.

“I don’t know, but when I’m a good little doggie, they give me my treats,” Crane sighed. This was ridiculous.

“A woman killed herself today, doctor. Very strange case,” Dick got to the point.

“I heard,” Crane chucked, causing me to narrow my eyes. “She asked for a new guy. Nightwing. Poor Batman. I mean the dude has one little murdering screen and all of a sudden he’s yesterday’s news, right?” He chuckled again. “You got rolling papers?” Dick stepped up to the bar and handed him paper. “Ah, love you brother, love ya,” Crane said.

“Somebody installed a subdermal drug pump in her arm.” I crossed my arms, trying to get the conversation back on track.

“Yeah, Barb sent over a cheat sheet. The vicious little guy, this one, but if we’re being honest, I mean, a subcutaneous drug pump,” Crane laughed. “That’s too clever. Got to give an A+ for originality.”

“The victim was a mother, afraid of losing her child. So afraid, in fact, that she murdered four strangers,” Dick said.

“Right, right. You know when Barb, when she said your name, it, uh, rang a bell in my head. The, uh, carny kid that Bruce Wayne took in for PR. You’re that Dick Grayson which means this lovely young lady with you is Elana Queen.”

“I am right here. You can address me individually,” I sighed.

“You know who we are,” Dick said, ignoring my comment.

“Now, your story’s biblical, brother. I mean, you ditched a family safety net, you flee swinging Wayne Manor. And then years later, like the prodigal son, home again, home again, jigity jig.”

“I didn’t come here to talk about myself. If you have the file, maybe you have a few ideas,” Dick said, clearly annoyed.

“Well, do you have a light?” Crane asked.

“No, sorry,” Dick answered.

“That’s okay. I got connections.” He reached under his chair and pulled out the file. “Yes, the file. Well, um, my best guess, and it’s just a guess, is that, uh,” he messed with the papers, “he somehow knows who this Nightwing character really is and he has some sort of jealousy complex.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it.” Crane nodded. “Maybe he has a background in explosives, so maybe military construction, maybe just an internet move.”

“Okay,” Dick sighed, annoyed.

“I could’ve told you that,” I mumbled to Dick. “Actually, I believe I did tell you that.”

“It’s nice to see that higher learning wasn’t wasted on you, doctor. Thanks for your help.” I turned to walk away, Dick behind me.

“The Bird’s Opening,” Crane said. We stopped.

“What?” Dick asked as we both turned around.

“It’s the Bird’s Opening.” Crane got closer to the bars. “It’s one of the oldest known openings in chess. It was made famous in 1855 by Henry Edward Bird. It’s a classic king-pawn opening. The two are connected, relying on each other. The king moves stealthily in the shadows, while the pawns are sent into the teeth of destruction so that he may advance.”

“You got all that from the police cheat sheet?” I asked skeptically.

“Yeah.” He held up the picture of the note that came with Anne. “The note. It’s written on the back of the page torn from a chess manual. It’s just his opening move.” I looked at Dick, who had the look that he had when he was trying to figure something out. “How’s that for my higher learning?”

“You want a gold star?” I asked sarcastically.

“Just put in a good word for me with the commissioner,” Crane said and returned to his seat.

“Come on,” Dick said, gesturing for us to leave.

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I was sitting on the edge of a table in the Cave, not really listening to Dick as he tried out combinations from the Bird’s Opening. Dawn and Kory walked in and went to see what Dick was doing, so I figured I’d better start paying attention.

“Is it some kind of code?” Dawn asked Dick.

“The Bird’s Opening. Chess moves,” he answered. “I’ve been running the pieces and board numbers through the computer. Looking at all the combinations.”

“For what?” Dawn asked.

“Telephone numbers, bank accounts. Needle in a haystack.”

“The Bird’s Opening, Robin. It can’t be random,” Dawn pointed out.

“Anne lived at 2289 Bluebird Way,” I remembered aloud.

“Let’s get a list of all the Gotham streets with bird names,” Dick said, typing into the computer.

“There’s five in Gotham,” Dawn read. “Bluebird, Condor Court, Finch Street, Falcon Way, and Eagle Crest.”

“We’re good at this,” I said to myself.

“I’ll see if the numbers correlate to the actual addresses and the addresses of the next victims.” The door to the Cave swung open and shut loudly, revealing Hank.

“I pedaled as fast as I could,” he laughed. Both Kory and I went over to hug him. “How you doing?” he asked Kory as they hugged.

“Great,” she smiled.

“Hey, kid,” he looked at me. “How ya feeling?”

“Like the next person that asks is gonna end up thrown out a window,” I sighed, going in for the hug.

“About time, brother,” Dick said. I looked over at Dawn, who did not look happy. This had to have been very awkward for her.

“So are we suiting up?” Hank asked. Before we could do anything else, Dawn spoke up.

“Hank, upstairs, now.” I looked over at Dick with an nervous look because of her tone and he returned it. Hank was about to get chewed out.

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I had gone to check a building matching some of the numbers on Finch Street, but came up with nothing. I hopped on my bike and right as I did that, I got a call from Dick saying Babs needed our help for a bank robbery. Apparently, the only reason she called was because they were all wearing red hoods.

Dick went to talk to Babs, but I stayed up on a nearby roof. I wasn’t one of the more public Titans, so showing up with them while police and reporters were around wasn’t a good move. Dick and I had talked out our plan in advance. We thought that Anne and these people were connected through the guy in the mask. That he was running it all. Dick has suggested maybe these “robbers” were being forced into this like Anne was with this mystery guy using her kid. And though I had cautioned against it, he thought we should go in and try to talk these people down.

“Stand down,” I heard Barbara yell to her men. This was my cue to make my way down. I joined the others right as they made it to the door. We walked in all together and I activated my bow. As we walked in, we saw men with their guns pointed at people behind the counter.

“Wait!” Dick yelled. The men whipped around.

“Stand back!” one of them shouted.

“Easy,” Hank said. “Everyone just relax.”

“You don’t have to do this. Look, we know somebody took your children and forced you into this. We’re gonna find them and bring them back to you, safe and sound,” Dick said.

“Found the kids,” Conner’s voice came through the comms. “Safe and sound.”

“The kids are safe. We’ve found them,” Dick announced.

“Nobody needs to get hurt,” Dawn said. “This is over.”

“No. It’s not over,” one guy said. “Not yet.” He took off his mask right and pointed his gun at us as Gar’s voice came through the comms.

“Those people in the back, they are the parents.” It all made sense. This was a set up. Aw, crap.

“Now it’s over,” the guy said. The person behind him rolled out something that I didn’t realize was an explosive until too late.

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Things could’ve gone worse. We could be dead. We had made it out with only a few cuts and bruises, but the criminals got away with quite a bit of money. I had told Dick that I wasn’t sure talking would do the trick and that we couldn’t just assume details. Did he listen? No. Was I right? Of course. Which is why I made him go talk to Barbara by himself. She was gonna kill him.

Now, I was sitting in my room, going through pictures of Jason. The Manor just didn’t feel right without him. So much, in fact, that I decided I wasn’t going to sleep here. I had an apartment only a five minute drive away. That’s where I was going to sleep.

“Hey,” Dawn said, peeking her head in and dragging me back to reality.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Mind if I come in?”

“Not at all.” I patted the bed to tell her she could sit. She came in and settled down next to me.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Pictures, nothing special,” I said.

“Would those pictures happen to be of Jason?” I chewed on the inside of my lip and looked down.

“Maybe.”

“Hey.” She put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay to feel things. Jason was your boyfriend and you lost him. You can’t torture yourself by trying to suppress your feelings.”

“That’s harder than it sounds,” I let out a weak chuckle.

“I know.” She offered a sad smile.

“So,” I decided to change the subject, “how badly did you tell Hank off?”

“Oh,” she laughed and leaned back. “It was pretty bad.”

“Poor Hank. You can be scary.”

“Yeah, poor Hank,” she echoed quietly.

“Feelings are weird, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Tell me about it,” she replied with a soft laugh. “It’s like you never know what they mean and when you think you know, you’re way off.”

“Right! Or maybe it’s just boys.” We both laughed. “We should go see if the others need help with this Bird’s Opening,” I said.

“We really should. They are probably completely lost without us,” Dawn added.

“It’s true, we are the real brains of this operation.”

“I’ll go see if Hank is back while you go check on the others,” Dawn said. I nodded. We got up and headed downstairs. I went to the Cave where Gar and Kory were playing chess while Conner sat at the table, reading something.

“I’m problem solving,” I heard Gar say as I got to the bottom of the stairs. “The Bird’s Opening. The answer’s right in front of us. It’s hidden in plain sight.”

“Hey Lana,” Kory greeted me.

“Still trying to figure out the Bird’s Opening?” I asked.

“You know it,” Gar sighed.

“Hey, speaking of the Russians, this guy, uh, this guy, Bobby Fisher, had the fillings removed from his mouth because he thought the Russians were using it as a radio chest,” Conner laughed. I did too. It was funny.

“Stop,” Gar said.

“It’s a fact,” Conner stuttered.

“Hold on. Fisher took out his own fillings?” Gar asked.

“I’m not sure if I should talk or not…” Conner said awkwardly. Gar looked deep in thought.

“He did it because he thought the Russians were trying to beat him,” Gar laughed to himself. “It was a defensive move.” I started to get what he was in about and moved closer. “We’re looking at this the wrong way. The answer isn’t figuring out more of the Bird’s Opening moves, it’s how we beat it.” He turned the board so that he was playing the against the Bird’s Opening. “Conner, top five defensive moves against Bird’s Opening.” Dick came downstairs right as Gar said this.

“I wouldn’t,” Kory stopped Dick from speaking up. “He’s on a roll.” My head swarmed with ideas and thoughts of what this could mean. Gar was absolutely right when he said we were looking at it the wrong way. Now we just had to figure out what the right way was.

“Fromm’s Gambit, uh, the Modern Defense, uh, Fianchetto, Hobbs Gambit…” Conner read off.

“Hobbs?” I asked.

“Unsound, but nonetheless interesting and uncommon,” Conner read.

“No, not that. Hobbs Powder Group. They used to make explosives,” I recalled aloud. Dick went over to the computer and began pulling things up on Hobbs.

“Batman and I shut them down for street dealing,” Dick said. He pulled up a location. “There’s a 911 call, two minutes ago, coming from the Hobbs building.” The voice of the 911 operator came through and I listened intently.

“A man. I saw him take this woman from a building. She was screaming. He had a gun,” the caller said, clearly in distress.

“Where are you?” the operator asked.

“Outside the Hobbs building. He took her inside. He had a hood over his head, a red one.” I looked at Dick and exhaled heavily.

“It’s a bogus call,” Dick said. “Leading them into a trap.”

“Call Barbara,” Kory told him.

“Yeah, I don’t think she’s taking our calls,” I sighed.

“We have to stop those cops,” Dick said. We headed off to get suited up. “Let’s get the spike strips.”

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I arrived at the west side of the Hobbs building, fully suited. I crept toward the building, seeing as I parked further away so that no one would hear me coming. Slinking in the shadows, I went unnoticed by the two men that stood at the entrance with guns. I drew my bow and aimed at the first guy’s hand. The arrow flew right through it, causing him to drop his gun and yell in pain. The other guy began shooting in my direction, even though he couldn’t see me.

As soon as he went to reload, I put an arrow in his shoulder and charged. The guy with the arrow through his hand came at me with a poorly swung fist. I easily grabbed it and yanked his arm behind him then kicked the back of his knee, sending him to one. I hit him in the head with my bow, successfully knocking him out.

I ducked under a punch at my face from the other man and rolled back. As he tried again, I dodged his fist and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him forward and elbowed him in the face, then took his head and brought my knee to it. All it took was a tornado kick to the head to knock him out.

I moved further into the area to see if anyone else was around, specifically cops. Seeing that it was all clear, I radioed in.

“West is clear,” I announced.

“North is, too,” Dawn’s voice came crackling through the comms.

“So is east,” Kory said.

“Nightwing?” I asked. It took about ten seconds, but he responded.

“Clear,” he panted.

“Are you okay?” Kory asked.

“Fine, just had to fight off more than I expected,” he said, still breathing heavy.

“You could’ve called me for backup. I had to deal with two,” I said.

“Let’s get back to the Cave,” he said, ignoring me.

Once at the Cave, everyone went their separate ways after a short talk about what just happened. Apparently, we got absolutely nothing except for a couple thugs. I found that hard to believe.

“You’re telling me that we got nothing?” I asked Dick once everyone else was gone.

“Yep,” he answered, his head clearly somewhere else.

“That doesn’t make any sense. They make a fake 911 call, only to have a couple of bogeys there, who the police would easily be able to take care of. And I saw no one in a red hood, unlike the other times we’ve dealt with these people.”

“I don’t know,” Dick sighed.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Are you sure you didn’t see anything?”

“I said I didn’t, now drop it!” Dick raised his voice. I blinked, taken aback by his sudden outburst. He looked at me with an annoyed expression before sighing and turning to walk away.

“Hey!” I said. “You do not just get to walk away after yelling at me for thinking logically about a mission.”

“Look, Elana, it’s been a long day. I’m going to get some sleep and you should, too. If we really need to, we can talk about this in the morning.” With that, he walked away, leaving me in the Cave all alone and with one thought. He definitely saw something he didn’t want me to know about.

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Ocean's Twelve (2004)

Making Ocean’s Twelve must’ve been a blast. You can tell the actors were certainly having a good time. Too bad the fun can't extend to the audience as well. This film thinks it’s so clever, so funny. All I want to do is punch it in its smart little face.

Set three years after Ocean’s Eleven, Terry Benedict (Andy García) has located the Ocean's crew and demands they return his money - with interest. Fearful for their lives, the group schemes to pull a few quick jobs to pay him back but their efforts are hindered by the master thief “The Night Fox”. He agrees to help Danny Ocean (George Clooney) and his friends out of their jam if they can best his legendary skills.

Immediately, the film is in trouble. Either Danny and his friends will succeed in their mission and pay back Benedict - which will make us unhappy because we don't like him - or they will fail and the villain will have them all killed - which will make us unhappy because we like them. The only possible way to avoid audience disappointment would be for the scoundrels to somehow steal from the man - again - and beat him so decisively that he gives up trying to get his revenge. Unfortunately, that’s what the first movie was about so you know it’s not going to happen.

Ocean's Twelve can’t even figure out what to do with its characters. The problem is that although we sort of got a vibe that they got along, we never really believed the people rounded up by Danny were friends. It was pretty clear that at the end of the first movie, they were going their separate ways. Maybe some of them would keep in contact but no one was ringing up “The Amazing” Yen (Shaobo Qin) to see how he was doing. Like many others, he was hired to fulfill a role in a con and nothing more… but he was in the first movie so he has to come back again. How does the screenplay by George Nolfi use him? It shoves Yen into a bag and then accidentally ships him off to the wrong country so he can be “in the movie” but off-screen as much as possible.

Forget Twelve. This movie only has a few important characters. There’s Danny and Rusty (Brad Pitt), Danny’s wife Tess (Julia Roberts) and Rusty’s old flame, Isabel Lahiri (Catherine Zeta-Jones). Then, you have the villains with Vincent Cassel as The Night Fox and Andy García. Everyone else could’ve been condensed into one or two people. Similarly, the plot could’ve been thinned a lot. As is, there are so many twists and turns it’ll make your head spin. In another heist film, that would've been good but so many revelations are then revealed to be completely useless by the final scene it makes you feel like you wasted your time. In this instance, the main plan is so dumb you know director Steven Soderbergh is trying to pull a fast one on you and you don’t buy it for a second.

The most infuriating scene is also the unfunniest. The crew's target is the Fabergé Imperial Coronation Egg (quite the step down from a vault full of money if you ask me) so they recruit Tess (who is the twelfth member of the team) to help. Their plan? Capitalize on the running joke that she “sorta” looks like Julia Roberts by distracting the people in the museum while the others steal the egg. Not terribly clever, this gag also breaks one of the unspoken rules of filmmaking. The audience promises to ignore the fact that we know these are actors on-stage as long as the movie doesn’t draw attention to it and pretends the story is set in a world other than ours, “Last Action Hero”-style. As Oceans Twelve does this whole “I don’t look that much like her”, “Oh no! There’s Bruce Willis! Now I have to pretend like I know what he’s talking about” thing, you make a mental promise to hate the film no matter what it does later.

The worst part of Ocean’s Eleven” was the hint at a sequel right at the very end because deep down, you knew the magic couldn’t be replicated, that only the most convoluted of scenarios could bring these people together again. Ocean’s Twelve proves that so thoroughly it’ll make you wish the actors would all retire. (April 28, 2022)

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The Dynamic Scooby-Doo Affair (The Joker really was a joke in the early 70s, wasn't he?)

[All images are owned by Hanna-Barbara and DC Comics. Please don’t sue me or send any ghosts my way]

Batman & Robin make their Hanna-Barbara debut in this episode, about a year prior to Superfriends. The Dynamic Duo are voiced by the same voice actors as would be in Superfriends (including American Top 40 DJ Casey Kasem, who serves double duty as he is also voicing Shaggy)

If you would like to watch the episode, it's available on KissCartoon.

We open with the gang (as usual) going down a spooky road. The Mystery Machine hits a nasty bump, knocking out the headlights (Hey guys, it may be time to trade the Mystery Machine in for a new van. Might I suggest this one?)

(Thanks to reddit)

As Fred attempts to fix the lights...

...a plane buzzes the Mystery Machine, landing just up the road. The gang go to investigate.

They discover something being offloaded. Apparently they stumbled on some sort of smuggling operation.

"I think we may have a mystery on our hands." Ya think, Fred?

(Meanwhile, can we all agree that Shaggy looks like he snuck off set for a talk with Mary Jane in this shot?)

The gang follow the truck, discovering a spooky old house so run down that not even the Property Brothers would try fixing it up. Inside, they find the crate strapped to the floor. Just then they hear someone else pull up, so they hide (though they can’t hide under the furniture, as it’s nailed to the floor) The front door opens to reveal...

...a familiar silhouette.

Batman and Robin explain they were in Gotham City and also saw the plane and followed it, suspecting smugglers (WHAT A CO-INK-I-DINK! Also, was the gang on their way to Gotham before their lights went out?) As the Caped Crusaders start to remove the straps so they can open the crate, they hear the ceiling creak, signaling someone’s upstairs (and whoever it is didn’t hear the gang fumbling around earlier?)

A mysterious hooded figure (why would she (the figure looks feminine) obscure her identity if she thought no one else was there?) comes out to investigate, asking who’s in the house. Naturally, Shaggy and Scooby give away their location. Then the figure lights her lantern...

...revealing an old woman (why bother obscuring her identity if you’re just gonna reveal it?) who identifies herself as Mrs. Baker (where are Mr. Butcher and Ms. Candlestick-Maker?) Mrs. Baker says she has no clue where the crate came from (despite the fact that it’s strapped to her floor)

Batman finally gets impatient and opens the crate, revealing...

...a clown-shaped punching bag. Scooby does a bit of sparring with the bag, knocking its head off and revealing...

I think the clown was paid to throw the fight.

Batman examines the bills, revealing them to be counterfeit.

...yeah, I can see the issue. Lincoln never wore a turtleneck.

Batman, Robin, and the gang head out to track down the truck that dropped off the crate, leaving Mrs. Baker to clean up the mess. Nice guys...

Velma finds tire tracks. Mrs. Baker helpfully mentions an old junkyard in that direction, so Batman suggests checking it out (quick question: why isn’t Batman telling the gang to not get involved in what could be a group of dangerous criminals? I mean, I know he’s happy to send Robin into harm’s way, but...)

At the junkyard, Batman finally comes to his senses and tells the gang to stay back while he and Robin look for the jeep. Then Daphne discovers...

OK, I wanna know how someone walked up the side of the car. Batman thinks he can force the smugglers into revealing themselves...with the help of Scooby (”Ru...mre?!”)

The trail grows cold near a car crusher. Robin climbs a crane to attach a Bat-light so the area will be illuminated while Batman investigates the crusher. However, the gang sees Robin in the distance and thinks it’s one of the smugglers, so they go off in search of the Caped Crusaders to warn them (I don’t see this ending well) as some loose junk scares Shaggy and Scooby (what doesn’t scare those two?)

As Fred and the girls rush off...

What did I just say about hiding one’s face when one thinks they’re alone?

Scooby spots the figure skulking around (OK, so in this case it may be justified... maybe) so he and Shaggy hide in a junker (of course)

As Robin attached the Bat-Light, the crane begins moving...

...and grabs Shaggy and Scooby’s hiding place! Batman throws a Bat-line for them to slide down. Meanwhile, Fred realizes that everyone’s accounted for...so who’s operating the crane?!

Sure enough, the hooded figure is in the crane. Fred struggles with the figure as Robin climbs down to help. Robin grabs the hooded figure and throws him at Batman’s feet.

Hmmm...something familiar about that figure. It turns out that when Fred grabbed the figure, someone else threw a hood on Fred and threw him at Robin. Having officially hit a dead end, Batman suggests going back to Mrs. Baker’s to collect the Monopoly money (are they passing Go first?)

However, when they return, the house and all its contents are GONE! (Hang on, I can buy someone cleaning out the house, but taking the house?!) What’s more, they took the Batmobile with them. However, as anyone who’s followed Batman’s adventures for more than an hour knows that was a mistake, as Batman has a tracking device in the Batmobile. All they have to do is pile into the Mystery Machine and drive to the Batcave to track the signal (you mean they don’t have a remote transceiver in their utility belts?) Batman blindfolds the gang and drives the Mystery Machine to the Batcave.

Batman tracks the Batmobile to the abandoned Gotham City Amusement Park (gee, I wonder who would operate there?) near the Batman & Robin exhibit. Blindfolds back on and off they go!

Having confirmed the Batmobile is OK, the Dynamic Duo and the Scooby Gang search for clues. Shaggy and Scooby somehow con Batman into letting them hang out in the Batmobile (Seriously? There is NO WAY Batman would be that gullible!)

While they’re pretending to be Batscoob and Shaggy, Shaggy spots...

I KNEW IT! But why are they just hanging out of the window where even a stoner and his doped-up dog can see them?

The gang guesses the Joker and the Penguin are behind the counterfeiting racket (after all, the punch-clown is exactly the sort of thing the Joker would employ) At that point, Batman declares playtime to be over and tells the gang to let him and Robin handle Joker and Penguin.

As the Caped Crusaders explore the Haunted House exhibit where the villains are hiding out, the Joker decided to turn on the creepy effects (you do realize that Batman has no fear, right?) When the sound effects don’t work, Joker cranks up the scare factor to...

...about 2 1/2.

Eventually, they come to a locked door....

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(thanks to frostysnowbro)

Not entirely sure why Joker left some nice soft cushions for their victims to land on (spikes would’ve been more effective)

We’ll leave the Caped Crusaders for a while until they come up with some deus ex batshit reason that they can escape.

And what about the Scooby Gang? Fred has a feeling the professional crime-fighters are in trouble (did someone sneak a copy of the screenplay onto the set?), so it’s up to the amateur sleuths to Save The Day. Shaggy and Scooby don’t wanna leave the Batmobile...

...until Daphne feeds their addiction gives them some Scooby Snacks.

Once the gang enters, Joker and the Penguin try the same scare tactics as they did against Batman & Robin.

...starting with a sliding wall, splitting the gang up. (not surprisingly, in the manner the gang normally splits up. I personally think it would have been funnier to see Scooby on one side with Velma and Daphne while Fred was stuck with Shaggy) Penguin then starts the sound effects while the Joker throws every bad effect switch and button he can find.

The Diabolical Duo laugh their asses off as the girls panic and Velma runs off.

Meanwhile, Shaggy and Scooby get stuck on a moving floor (more like a treadmill. Why not just step to the side?), trying to reach the door (conveniently marked EXIT). Shaggy finally reaches it and Scooby runs through...

...only there’s no floor! Shaggy sees Scooby drop, yet STILL follows and suffers the same fate.

...but this is Kids’ TV, so they fall onto a slide that drops them into an empty storeroom. They see an exit and follow it (it’s either that or wait for the Joker to show up and laugh at them (what, you expect the Joker to kill someone on Saturday morning TV?))

Eventually the gang wind up back together again (why would Joker and Penguin allow that? They should’ve been isolating and trapping them one by one. I know the censors won’t allow you to kill them off, but this is just DUMB) Penguin is upset they didn’t run away...

...so they dress in cheap Halloween costumes to make a second attempt. THIS is why supervillains should take Saturday mornings off!

Surprisingly, the gang runs off. OK, I know why Shaggy and Scooby went to Splitsville, but what about the other three who knew they weren’t real skeletons? Well, I guess if I saw two nutjobs running at me (costumed or no) I’d high-tail it out of there too!

Suddenly, the edibles kick in and Scooby sees the skeletons as a bone buffet

OK, HOLD ON! Are you telling me a psychopath like the Joker is afraid of a Great Dane hopped up on “Scooby Snacks”? The pair come to a door and rush inside.

What are the odds? (Bet you forgot about the Caped Crusaders, didn’t you?) Batman asks Scooby to gather the gang to help them get out.

After everyone is out of the pit and the villains are in Bat-cuffs, Penguin reveals that they aren’t responsible for printing the counterfeit money (remember that?), just distributing it. They have no idea who the supplier is...or why Mrs. Baker’s (remember her?) house vanished...or who Mrs. Baker is.

After passing the villains off to Gotham City’s Finest (don’t worry, they’ll break out within a week), Batman is stumped as to who’s behind the counterfeiting ring. Fred wonders about Mrs. Baker’s furniture being nailed to the floor (remember that bit? I didn’t) Batman & Robin have a hunch and head back to Mrs. Baker’s vacant lot.

Back at the lot...

...the house has returned! (and just as run down as ever) Looks like Mrs. Baker is home as well. Batman has a plan to go in through the front and cut off escape from the main stairs while the gang does the same with the kitchen door and back stairs (wait, how do they know ether’s a back stairs? It’s not like Shaggy had time to raid the fridge), though Shaggy and Scooby bravely offer to guard the vehicles instead of entering the spooky house.

Upon entering, Robin confirms that the furniture is nailed to the floor before heading upstairs. Fred and the girls are looking for the back stairs (are you sure it exists?) As for the Cowardly Crusaders, Scooby gets spooked by a rabbit and runs up a tree.

...only to discover it’s a switch...

...that rotates the house underground. If only the Property Brothers could flip a house that fast.

Inside the house, everyone notes how odd it it to walk on the ceiling. Batman looks outside and sees...

...an underground cavern with a passageway leading away from the house. The Dynamic Duo leave the house to investigate, but Scooby gets off the branch, sending the house back up and trapping them underground! Outside, Shaggy and Scooby run into the house to explain why the others are getting thrown from floor to ceiling and back again (might wanna leave out the part where you’re responsible, guys)

In the cavern, Robin rinds another switch that rotates the house back underground (the gang is gonna be bruised and sick by the time this is over), reuniting everyone...

...as the hooded figure from earlier (again, why hide their identity if they’re not expecting to be discovered?) rears their obfuscated face again. Everyone chases the criminal to a trap door in the ceiling. Batman climbs up to investigate, discovering a toy warehouse (why wasn’t this visible from the surface?)

As the gang sneaks around...

...the mysterious figure starts a toy dog, making it bark. Batman tells the gang to keep Scooby quiet, but the barking continues, therefore...

However, everyone realizes their mistake when that doesn’t stop the barking (you mean NO ONE in the gang knows what Scooby’s barks sound like?)

Batman then scouts ahead, telling everyone to stay put and not get separated. Three guesses what happens next. The mystery crook throws a giant rubber ball, which for some reason makes everyone scatter in their usual groups (though Velma runs off on her own)

Fred and Daphne become trapped on a trampoline, while Velma falls down...

...and (of course) loses her glasses (y’know, they had contact lenses that could correct really bad vision in the 70s...just sayin’) While fumbling for her glasses, she turns on a giant toy car...

...that somehow drives off with Scooby!

For whatever reason, the villain tries escaping on a unicycle, so naturally Fred and the girls give chase on bicycles...

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(Thanks to scoobert doo)

SCOOBY DOOBY DOO!

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Danny Fenton was half ghost. Or something.

No one was quite sure what that meant exactly or if it was even true. A ghost in a pure white suit had announced it during an attack on the town until he was beaten and silenced by Phantom. It’s been three days since then and the nerd hasn’t been at school. Not that Dash was looking for him or anything.

Dash worried, for just a second, that something bad happened to him. The Guys in White creeps had been asking questions around school the last few days. There’d been a noticeable lack in ghost attacks around town, maybe another ghost got to him? What about his ghost obsessed parents? Surely they wouldn’t have done anything to their own kid...

“Think Danny will be in school today?” Kwan whispered nervously, leaning in close to Dash’s side. Talking too loudly about the elephant, or ghost he guesses, in the room got people very forcefully interviewed by the government.

“Why the hell would I know?” Dash grumbled, shaking his friend off to shove his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “No one knows what’s going on, Manson and Foley haven’t shown up either.”

“I hope they’re ok,” Kwan said quietly, looking down at the floor.

“Why do you care?” Dash grumbled, harsher than he meant to.

“You and everyone ditched me for Danny when Paulina was dating him, remember? Sam and Tucker were real pals and Danny, well he’s weird but not really that bad.” Kwan said bitterly before his eyebrows twisted in confusion. “That was actually pretty out of character for Paulina to date him now that I think about it, maybe he was, like, using ghost magic to control her?”

“That’s stu-” Dash was interrupted by the usually noise of Casper High going dead silent. He and Kwan shrugged at each other. He saw Star down the hallway, staring at something. He caught her eye and mouthed What is it at her. Her eyes slid back over to the hall before mouthing Fenton back.

“Shit,” Dash couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Fenton’s here.” He glanced over at Kwan, trying to hide his nervousness. “Guess we’ll find out if he’s some sort of ghost freak after all.”

Kwan eyed him for a second, “you know if Danny really is half of a ghost then maybe you’ll want to quit it with the names.” The warning bell rang for first period. “You guys have homeroom together with Lancer, right? Just, I don’t know, don’t make him mad or anything.”

“Man, don’t even joke,” Dash said with a strained smile. “It’s Fenton, what’s the nerd gonna do?”

XxX

Fenton always sat in the back right of the class so seeing him there wasn’t that strange. What was strange was that he was there before the bell rang, not looking sweaty or exhausted or beaten up. Seeing him sitting there with an almost bored expression, casually leaning one arm over the back of his chair. It was eerie, seeing Fenton try to act normal. Dash felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on his head as he stiffly walked by the nerd he usually smacked when he walked by. He thought he felt Fenton’s icy eyes following him as he passed. Dash made sure he didn’t scurry like a wimp to his seat but it was a close thing.

“Class, please stop staring at Mr. Fenton and let us begin,” Lancer sighed, unsuccessfully trying to start the class.

“Do you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked, slamming her palms on her desk and ignoring their teacher. “Because if you’ve been holding out on me-”

“I mean everyone in Amity Park knows him,” Fenton shrugged. He’d been so chill this morning, like the whole thing wasn’t bothering him. It only made Dash more antsy. He bounced his leg under the desk.

“Can you do anything cool? Like fly or shoot lasers from your eyes?” Mikey asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I can do lots of cool things,” Fenton sniffed. “I know a lot about the space program and local astronomy. I draw sometimes and I’m think I’m pretty good. I also have super flexible joints so I can do this.” He grinned a little as everyone squealed when he bent his thumb back so far it nearly touched his wrist. “Of course,” his grin turned into an eye roll, “no one really cares about that only my supposed superpowers.”

“What is a half of, exactly? What that ghost called you?” Dash found himself asking. He almost didn’t want to be heard but Fenton turned to look at him anyways.

“What do you think it means?” Fenton questioned back. Though he had a teasing smirk, his eyes looked dull and dead. Dash couldn’t look at them and ducked his head.

“Alright, alright, enough with the questions. The Fenton’s gave Danny a clean bill of health and allowed him to rejoin class so that’s all you kids need to know. Now, back to what we were actually talking about.” Class continued as expected but everyone still snuck glances at Fenton. He’s not sure what they were all waiting for, him to suddenly turn green or sprout horn or whatever. But Fenton just sat there, still as anything, trying to act normal and it just didn’t fit him right and it was all just. Wrong.

XxX

Dash was relieved Fenton wasn’t in his second or third period classes but they did have the same lunchtime. For the first time since he was skinny, bucktoothed 6th grader, Dash wanted to hide away and eat his lunch in private. But Fenton wasn’t the only one trying to keep up appearances.

“Alright, what has everyone got,” Paulina was whispering to the table by the time Dash was sitting down. “The day is halfway over, someone had to have seen him doing something ghostly.”

“I mean we don’t know how long he’s been like this,” Star commented, flipping her hair as pretense to sneak a glance at the loser trio near the back entrance of the cafeteria. “He could’ve been hiding his for a while.”

“Fenton’s always been weird,” Dale commented with a sneer, stabbing at his beefaroni. “Since day one, he’s been jumpy and clumsy and goes through weird mood swings.”

“Maybe he’s never been normal,” Kwan said with a little frown. Now Dash knows this wasn’t true. He was the only one at the table who’d gone to the same middle school as Fenton. The nerd had talked too much about space and was always tripping over something but he’d been like all the other annoying brats in middle school. Dale was onto something, Fenton had changed once high school hit which means whatever is up with him as been going on for a while. Years.

He suddenly felt eyes on him, a cold, crawling feeling that made his breath catch in his throat. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the eyes turned from him. They didn’t return but Dash found he couldn’t eat after that.

XxX

“Dude, did you hear about Fenton?” Victor said in an excited but still hushed whisper as Dash was leaving fifth period.

“No, what did he do?” Dash asked with dread.

“He had gym last period and apparently he’s been faking his loser weakness. He crawled up the rope climb like a goddamned spider monkey and then slid himself back down. Don’t know how he didn’t have intense rope burn from that. He also beat Charlie, Katie and Veronica on the sprinting portion. Must be those ghosty genes.”

“Fenton did all that?” Dash asked, he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

“Yeah it was crazy, I thought Tetslaf was gonna pass out,” Victor laughed. “Maybe we should get him to try out for the football team, he’d be a great running back or-”

“Come on, Vic,” Dash laughed but the sound came out wrong. “Why would we want Fenton on our team? He’s, he’s Fenton! Just a skinny, weird little wimp.” Vic side-eyed him a bit before clapping Dash on the back.

“World’s changing, Dash. First ghosts, now half ghosts, it’s all wrong but you just gotta roll with it. All I know is I have 2 years left in this hell hole before I leave this miserable place for Chicago and never look back. I recommend you do the same, after all,” Vic grinned again but it was sharper. “Fenton’s always been your personal punching bag, not every day you learn your victim has superpowers.”

“We don’t know what the hell is up with Fenton,” Dash defended. Vic just shrugged.

“Yeah but he’s always been a freak now we know he ain’t human. Who knows what else he’s hiding?” Vic said with a smug smile before wandering off, giving a halfhearted wave over his shoulder as he left.

Dash stood in the hallway, trying to get himself under control until the warning and late bell rang. Only then, when he was certain he wouldn’t run into Fenton, did he head to class.

XxX

“Should we follow him, see where he goes?” Paulina said, biting onto one of her nails in nervous excitement. Paulie was gorgeous and overall pretty cool but her thing with ghosts sometimes tired Dash out. Now more than ever.

“Come on, that’s like stalking,” Kwan scolded. “Even if that wasn’t illegal or whatever it’s just not cool. They had a rough day today, leave ‘em alone.” That icy chill returned and Dash looked out of the corner of his eye to see Fenton and his cronies walking out of the school.

Truthfully, Dash didn’t think Fenton had that bad of a day. Yeah people were asking questions but he’d side stepped them all, gave non-answers. Other people talked about Fenton’s supposed strength in gym but there’d been conflicting reports, some said he flew up the rope climb, others said he levitated doing his push ups. Dash really didn’t know what to believe. Fenton was just acting, well, like Fenton. He paused for a second, stopped walking before catching up with the group.

Maybe... maybe Dash was getting caught up over nothing. There really was no proof Fenton was this ‘half of’ other than what one dumb ghost said. He thought back to Fenton’s grin during first period; stupid nerd was probably milking his 15 minutes of fame and bully free time. His earlier fear and uncertainty burst into flames until a familiar anger was burning in his gut. Now this he knew what to do with.

“Yeah, well his day is about to get rougher,” Dash heard himself say as he stomped off to where Fenton was smiling tiredly at something Manson was saying. “Hey Fentonio! Think you’re pretty cool with every paying attention to you but I-”

Fenton gasped suddenly, like a hiccup only his breath misted out in front of him cold as a winter’s day. Dash stopped midsentence watching as Fenton’s whole face twisted. His earlier weary but tolerant annoyance that he’d been projecting all day was stripped away. He glared at Dash with an expression that was hard as ice and full of an exhaustion and bitterness he couldn’t begin to understand.

“As payment for being forcibly outed,” Fenton spoke up loudly enough that most of the school yard could hear him. “I was promised a week.” His eyes slowly but methodically scanned the crowd who had frozen in place at his authoritative tone. “Where I didn’t have to deal with ghosts, so I want to know... Who is trespassing on my haunt.”

Fenton’s mouth opened impossibly wide revealing what seemed like rows of sharped teeth. He curled his fingers into claws and, looking closer, his fingernails had indeed become real claws, as sharp and deadly as his teeth. His eyes blazed an impossible, ectoplasmic green and his dark hair developed streaks of white. He was terrifying, monstrous, but he was still Fenton. That feeling that had been eating at dash all day came back full force. Not the realization that Fenton had powers or whatever but that he had been hiding it in plain sight through ghost attacks and bullies and failing grades. This had always been Fenton, they just hadn’t seen. Until now that is.

And now the script had flipped and Dash didn’t know how this Ghost Fenton, who still was the same Fenton Dash had wedgied last Wednesday, fit. A green blob ghost materialized over by stairs, quivering and wailing in some ghost language. It turned and fled, presumably in the direction of the Fenton Portal to escape Fenton’s wrath. Fenton’s glowing eyes tracked it for a moment before he straightened up from his hunched posture and... was human again.

He brushed his hands through his black hair, lazily blinked blue eyes and, when he smiled, his teeth were normal. But Dash had seen, they all had. He’d let them see but to what end, he had no idea. Fenton turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and another small smirk, just as tired as earlier.

“Sorry about that Dash, I take my vacation time very seriously. You were saying?” Fenton said with a smug lilt but his eyes were still dead and there was a bit of fear in them now. Despite his powers, he still gripped his backpack tightly.

“When your dumb little vacation’s up, Fentionail,” Dash said with a shaky voice. “It’s-it’s back to business, okay? Punches and wedgies and locker shoving. You,” he voice cracked a bit and he fought it down. “It’ll ramp up now that I know you can take it.” Fenton blinked, once then twice before he smiled. This time it wasn’t annoyed or scary or fearful but like the dumb grins he usually gave his dumb friends.

“Yeah okay, we’ll start back up next week. The usual time?” Dash nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, see you around.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning back. “Actually you should be careful on who you shove into lockers, it can get hard to breathe in there and not everyone can phase out of them. You never know who’ll turn up dead,” he grinned and his eyes flashed green again, “if only half.”

That said, he and his friends walked away, ignoring the stares of the entire school on them. “Oh and it’s halfa, not half of,” Fenton called out over his shoulder. “I’m not half of anything, I’m just a whole me even if the details get a bit complicated.”

“Bye Danny, see you tomorrow,” Kwan called after with a grimace. No one else said anything for a minute until Dash found the strength to move his legs from where they’d been planted. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking and continued his walk home. Everyone else slowly did the same, talking quietly among themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Dale asked in a nervous high pitched voice. “What the hell did I just see?”

“Fenton being a weirdo but that’s nothing new,” Dash shrugged with a confidence he didn’t have yet. But if Fenton could show up to school after being outed and then willingly show them his inhumanity, then Dash needed to up his game. Couldn’t let the nerd be cool or anything. “So what if he glows or whatever, he’s still Fenton. Look I gotta get home, it’s Pookie’s feeding time and he is NOT going to believe the day I had.

#danny phantom #*presses fingers to lips* this is not the story I intended to write #not entirely sure what I did intend but it wasnt this #it started out with danny being outed as half ghost with no other context and ended up like this #i'll clean and edit in the morning but for now #here's whatever the hell this is #I'll fix it in the mornign

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My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #reader insert #marvel #tony is a good dad #tony stark x teen!reader #batfam x reader

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mona-stay · 3 years

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Secrets part 2 - Peter Hale

Pairing reader x Peter Hale

Warnings, violence, jealously, angst, slow burn, flitty Peter

You take a long breath, thinking that question yourself. After today, Theo’s attitude all you wanted to do was get your stuff and leave. But where would you go. “honestly I’m not sure. I’m gonna see coach use my hand to get out of work. While Theo still here get my stuff and go. The rest I’ll work out later” you say hopeful.

“you know you can always come to me if your stuck, we’re still your friends y/n just because Theo was your boyfriend didn’t mean anything changed with us. Yes Stiles was upset but he got over it” she laughed. Giving you a hug. You’d forgotten how forgiving the Mc'Call pack was.

Once your hand was strapped up, you both left. “If your free later where all going to Derek’s your more than welcome to come” she offers. You tell her you’ll think about it before going back to work.

Coach Finstock took one look at your hand rolling his eyes. “what happened?” he asked.

“fight with my ex” you say watching him laugh. “look any chance I can rest if the day off, we don’t have any practices today and with this hand I won’t be as useful as normal” you ask. To your surprise he agrees and tells you to be in early tomorrow.

You got your bag and started walking to the home you shared with Theo. Feeling dread as you turned the key in the door, taking a deep breath you push the door open to get it over with. You try and ignore the memories you both made in this house.

Walking in the living room you let the tears fall looking at a photo of you both together. You flip the picture down laying face down. It was over, now you had to do what you came to do, pack up and leave.

You started grabbing your stuff from the room, jumping when you hear a voice behind you. “come crawling back” Tracey said with disgust.

“No, but after the way Theo begged me to come back today I could if I wanted to” you sass back wanting to know what she was doing here. You had told in a laugh at the look of hate on her face and the stutter nothing.

You walk past her to get some of your other things. She turns watching you, you can tell she’s trying to think of a way to get to you. “If he’s so into you, why was he with ME , chose to come to ME have ME bouncing on his cock and not you!” she said smug, each time she said the word me she took a step closer, trying to look intimating.

This time you let your held laugh. “oh really, I saw the way he throw you off him. Let me guess the second he walked back after chasing me, he told you to get dressed and get out. Your here now because he’s avoided you and hoping to try and worm your way back in” you tell her.

She looks at you with a blank open mouth expression. The realisation hit you “oh my god I’m right, aren’t I.” You laugh.

“no” she tries to lie but it’s too late you both know Theo dropped her like she meant nothing.

You don’t what came over you, maybe months of feeling the chimera trying to be better than you, pushing you. “what do you think would happen if Theo came home now I told him I was willing to forgive him if he kicks you out if his pack, who do you think he’ll chose, the quick shag he pushed away, or the girlfriend he ran after, cried and begged to take him back?” you couldn’t hide the joy in your face “I think we both know who he would pick”

Tracy looked at you for a second, you tried to read the look in her eyes but they were blank. That was until she launched at you. Groaning in pain as the both of you crashed though the coffee table. She held you pinned under her body, and punches you in the face. Dazed and sore everything was a fast blur, you grab the nearest thing a fallen lamp hitting her in the head with it. The rest of the fight was a mix of you both kicking and hitting each other.

It was Theo and Cory running through the door that stopped you both. They drag you apart Theo’s voice streaming stop and what’s going on. “ask your little slut, she attacked me” you yell, holding your face where it hurt.

“y/n please, she meant nothing to me” he says moving closer to you. Tracey growling from the corner Cory had her pinned in.

You looked at Theo ready to test his loyalty, “really if she means nothing, get rid of her!” you say. A small pause made you fold your arms waiting for his answer.

“baby please, she’s nothing just a pack member, I need all the numbers I can get” he tired to plead with you.

“I can’t look at you both together without seeing you together so make a choice Theo or I’ll make it for you!” you demand. When he didn’t answer, just mumbles a baby please don’t, you look at him heartbroken “fine!” you say walking upstairs to pack your bag.

When you come down Tracy and Cory had gone but you could still see them outside. “y/n don’t go, please you can’t ask me to choose between my pack and you” he pleads. You look trying to find any real emotion in his eyes.

“I loved you Theo, I gave up moving abroad with my sister, my friends here. All for you and you can’t give up one pack member for me, you’d never give up your power for me. I know that now, you say you love me but you’ll always love power more. Goodbye Theo, I hope you find what your looking for” you say holding in your tears as you place a final goodbye kiss on his check, walking out with your suitcase before he can stop you.

You drove to the edge of beacon hills preserve, parking the car sitting on the bonnet, finally letting all the held in emotions out. Lost in your own thoughts, was leaving a good idea, should you have given him a second chance or where do you go next. You wasn’t sure how long you’d sat there for, it wasn’t until you notice it was starting to go dark and cold you moved.

You thought about Lydia knowing Derek’s wasn’t far away, turning on your engine you decide to go. Outside you looked up at the windows debating whether to go in or call first. Lydia my have invited you but what about the others. Before you had a chance to call, a know on the window spooked you.

Peter stood there smiling at you, motioning for you to unlock the door. “well isn’t this a nice surprise seeing you here, I heard you may show up if you left Theo for good” he says happily getting in the car. You didn’t say anything, when he looks at you his eyes scans your face. “he didn’t that to you did he?” he asks.

You shake your head no, “Tracy is responsible for the face n ribs, Theo is only guilty of having a hard head” you say holding up your strapped up wrist.

Peter laughed “I heard you gave him one hell of a punch, stiles seems to think if Theo were human you’d of knocked him out” he says with a tone of awe.

“thanks I think” you laugh “it felt great at the time, if I’m gonna be honest. Now though part of me regrets it, my hand is killing” you joke.

“so you coming up?” he asks about to get out. Your hesitant not sure if your willing to go or not.

“I’m not sure, I don’t know if anyone really wants me there, I was really hoping to catch Lydia, she offered me a place to stay, maybe I can till I sort out where I’m gonna go” you say low

“I’m hurt sweetheart” he says, placing his hands on his chest “you already have my guest room, I guess you really don’t wanna stay with me” he adds with a fake pout. “just joking but my offer is always there, now come on up, I want you there too maybe you can what ever Si-Fi movie Stiles chooses more bearable” you can’t tell if he’s joking or not at the last part.

“okay” you agree, taking one last look in the mirror wiping any make up lines from crying. Peter opened your door, holding out his hand for you. Taking it you step out the car locking it and head to the loft.

Inside everyone seemed happy to see you, even Derek gave you a hug saying he’d missed you. You smile catching the small snarl from Peter. Even Stiles wasn’t harsh with you the most sarcastic thing he said was “glad to see you’ve now seen him for what he is”

You spent the next hour chilling with the group, stiles put star wars on party annoyed when someone would start talking. Your eyes often drifting to Peter, each time you did his would already be on you. He would pull a face or roll his eyes in a way for just you to see.

“y/n, I probably shouldn’t bring this up like this but, have you got somewhere to go tonight or do you wanna stay with me” Lydia asked.

You flash a quick look to Peter who’s now paying attention waiting to hear your answer. Wishing your would go home with him. You smile at Lydia “thanks your too kind but a friend has offered me their guest room for a bit” you say. Not missing the dark and sexy smile Peter gives.

After another hour, the movie ended. Scott and Derek were talking about training both not paying attention it had finished. Stiles asks Malia on her opinion of the film, Lydia and Peter both laughing when she asks what it was about still not understanding why he likes it. You noticed Mason and Liam had switched off, trying to talk quite but every now and then you hear Cory and Theo’s names mentioned. Peter comes and stands behind you whispering into your ear “I’m ready to go, you can stay longer if you want”

You smile up at him saying to give you a few minutes you’d be ready, you had one thing you needed to do first. Peter nods and heads out the flat. While you walk over to Mason and Liam.

“look I know this isn’t my place and I couldn’t help overhearing you before about Cory” you start. Masons shoulders sink as Liam looks defensive by the name. “yes Cory is in Theo’s pack but anything he feels for you is real. And you can trust anything you do or say around him won’t be told.”

Liam doesn’t agree “we caught him sneaking around, working for Theo” his smirk begging you for an excuse.

You shake your head, “no actually, Theo threatened Cory into spying but when Cory refused to say anything useful he was ordered to do it again but by this point I think Cory had feeling for Mason and told Theo he wouldn’t use Mason for information. It was the first and only time that boy stood up to Theo and that was for him.” You tell Liam.

Looking at Mason “it’s up to you but if you like him, go for it. It’s only fear keeping Cory with Theo, remember that” you tell him. Saying bye to the rest of the group you walk out the door catching up with Peter.

You follow Peter the short drive to his penthouse, parking next to his Shelby. Peter took your bag carrying it for you. Once inside he let you get settled as he started to cook. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad you thought.

It had been two weeks since you moved in and Peter was struggling getting to the stage he couldn’t cope any more. It wasn’t that you were a bat house guest, in fact you were the opposite, you helped cook clean and even picked up shopping. His problem was his own feelings.

He couldn’t deal with the way you would walk around in shorts and a vest tops, showing off your legs and cleavage. The easy flirting you both shared, looks smiles winks. The way you would say something suggestive making him ask if you meant it or not. The late night drinks where your fall asleep on his lap and he’d carry you to bed. Most of all he hated putting you in a different bed from his. It wouldn’t have been so bad to just watch you keep telling himself it would never happen but after that kiss last week it’s all he wanted now and had it in his grasp. He hated being a good guy.

This morning was no different, Peter walked out of the bathroom wearing just his sweatpants towel drying his damp hair. Something that started driving you crazy, it was hard to tare your eyes from his toned abs.

Peter watches as you dance around the kitchen making breakfast. His eyes trail your body loving and hating the coaches outfit you wore. Something about your knee high socks and shorts set his imagination wild. “morning” he says making you turn to look at him. He could help but smirk when he see you eye him up biting your lips as your eyes trail down his chest.

“hey” you say “Pancakes?” you offer as you sliding the one you just cooked onto a pile of others. Peter nods coming over to sit by you. “Are you coming to the game today?” you ask him. It was the first game of the lacrosse session and your first as assistant coach.

Peter looked amused “really you think I’d go to a high school sports game, it’s not even basketball. Its much better” he jokes. You knew it was a long shot but maybe with it being a big game for you he might of came. “however maybe I could be persuaded” he adds, with that smirk that makes you weak.

Smiling you slide off your stool, coming behind him wrapping your arms around his neck. Letting your fingers brush his chest hair. Moving closer your lips almost touching his ear “well if you do come, maybe I can find a way to show my thanks later” you try to sound seductive.

The small growl from Peters chest makes you laugh, you wanted to tease him as much as he did to you. Moving back you let your nose lightly brush against his ear. Once back in your seat “maybe you can tell me your favourite meal ill make it for you” you laughed.

Peter was going insane, was she doing this on purpose or if she even knew what she was doing. He shook his head, “such a tease, y/n, I should punish you” he said. Unlike y/n Peter knew what his words did to her and if you want to play games he could too. “do you need to be punished sweetheart” he asked.

You bit your lip hoping he was going to come over and spank your ass, do something to end this unspoken game you both played. You keep eye contact with him as he comes closer, arching an eyebrow waiting for an answer. “you wouldn’t punish me Peter, no matter how naughty I am” you say dragging out punish and naughty.

Peter leaned down hovering his lips over yours, his eyes flicked from your eyes to lips and back again. You felt yourself shift in your seat about to move forward to kiss him. Peters smirk changed, his arm reaches around you stealing the last piece of bacon from your plate, putting in his mouth. Giving a laugh as he eat it. Just like Peter you hated the game but wouldn’t play it any other way.

Seeing as Peter finished your breakfast you get ready for work, saying bye to Peter hoping to him at the game.

You were the first one at the school unlocking the doors hoping the team had improved enough to win. Once coach turned up your day was nonstop, he’d made you pull out the bleachers, check equipment,, direct the away team to their dressing room and now had you listening to one of his locker room speeches.

You couldn’t take anymore of his independence day nonsense, leaving the room you headed out to the field. You seen Mason and Cory both making their way out to watch. You smiled seeing them holding hands “hi” you shout jogging to catch up with them.

“well you two look happy” you say. They both give each other shy glances but both beamed a smile at you.

“I guess we should thank you” Mason said, Cory looked confused. “y/n told me how you stood up to Theo for me. She said I should give you a chance” Mason filled Cory in.

You were about to say your welcome until a dreaded voice filled your ears. Tracy came around the corner making you groan. Since living with Peter you’d put Theo out of your head and being busy with the game you didn’t think about them turning up today.

“so you leave and still meddle with our pack, Cory how will Theo feel when he finds out your a turncoat” She said as she stalks towards you. Cory pushes Mason away, warning him with his eyes to find help, not sure what was going to happen.

You looked at her wanting to scream and shout but you couldn’t. “Tracy if your here for the game then go find a seat, if not then leave students can’t be wandering the halls” you say as professional as possible. Cory smiles a thanks walking off your follow him hoping your teacher like warning was enough. It wasn’t, Tracy steps in front of you her claws out ready to attack.

Mason finds Scott and the others panicking telling him to come quick. Theo watches hearing your name he follows. When Cory runs to them and they all run off, Theo brakes into a run too. When he catches up he sees y/n on the floor, Tracy over her with a bloody nose about to claw at her with Kanima venom. “Tracey! Stop!” Theo roars making his beta jump of his ex girlfriend.

Theo grabs her by the throat holding her against the wall as Scott and Cory help you up off the ground. You wasn’t hurt, well not bad maybe some brushing not that was all. You wanted to go and run at Tracy and Theo not sure who you wanted to hit first.

Lucky for you Coach Finstock was in the hall too “what the hell is going on?” he demanded looking at you all. Scott looked at you and everyone else looked at him. You say his name but he stops you “actually don’t want to know, now everyone asses on the field.”

Theo pushed Tracey away ordering her to move, Scott ran to the field as the others headed to their seats. You looked at coach about to explain but all he did was tell you to get back to work.

The first half of the game went smoothly, BHH were leading but not by much, or at least not enough for coach to be happy. You felt annoyed too, after what happened with Tracy you worried about your job and Peter still hadn’t turned up from what you’d seen, the empty chair next to Malia never filled.

To make matters worse, Theo was walking towards you. You turn away hoping he’d just go away, walk past you and not look your way. Luck really wasn’t on your side today, “y/n can we talk I wanna say sorry about Tracy” he says.

You sigh “you didn’t tell her to attack me, but you can keep her on a leash and away from me” you say about to walk away, find some excuse to look busy.

Theo’s body language changes as you feel an arm come around your shoulder. “hello sweetheart, sorry I’m late” Peter say, not taking his eyes from Theo. You smile, nervous at what he’s doing. “is he bothering you, y/n” Peter asks, pulling you in closer to him.

Theo takes a step forward, huffing out his chest trying to look harder. “were working a few things out, can you leave and get your filthy hand off my girl” Theo says.

Peter couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t about to let Theo worm his way back in and he couldn’t resist a bit of fun. “What is it with you teenagers? You think that you’re so special? You think you can tell me what to do?” Peter said, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek. Really getting under Theo’s skin and yours. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks confused by the whole situation. Peters casual flirting, Theo looking like he’s about to blow.

Theo grabbed your wrist dragging you out of Peters gentle hold. “she’s mine” he yelled trying to drag behind him as he squared up to Peter. “go near her and watch” he started to threaten.

“get off me Theo! What the hell are you doing” you scream trying to free yourself. You look at Peter his amused smirk waiting to see what Theo would do next, more importantly what you would do. Once free from his hold “Theo this has to stop, we’re not working anything out we’re over and for good. So just leave me alone”

Theo didn’t move at first. His eyes flicking from you to Peter trying to work out what was going on. “so you and him” Theo says in disgust. “this who you’ve been with!”

“it’s not like that” you say low. You wasn’t lying but you wish he was right, you wanted a you and Peter. You look at Peter unable to read his poker face. “but even if there was it’s none of your business anymore”

Peter played fake hurt “sweetheart you wound me, I thought we had something special” he jokes, making Theo growl his eyes flashing gold.

“Peter shut up your not helping” you say seeing Theo’s anger building.

“now, now y/n, that’s no way to speak to your alpha now is it” Peter practically purrs.

This set Theo off. You imagine it was the word alpha that pushed Theo over the edge. He’d always had a hidden alpha kink the one title he craved. Without warning Theo charged at Peter claws out ripping his V-neck. “your no alpha” and “she’ll never be yours” he shouted.

Peter let the young, stupid chimera land his first two or three hits before flashing his own eyes red. Theo looked stunned for a minute letting Peter swipe his claws at the teen. Both of them now had blood on them and if you did do someone one of them most likely Theo would die.

You scream for them to stop about 5 times but each one fallen on deaf ears. Your only option was to try and stop them yourself. You wasn’t sure which one of them clawed you, but your cry of pain made them both stop.

Theo ran to you asking if you were okay and said sorry over an over. Peter looked down is eyes scanning your injuries, feeling easier when he saw they wasn’t deep. Standing up you look at Theo “No, now just go” was call you could say. Not wanting to argue he did, walking of towards the main gate leaving the school. Vowing to Peter it wasn’t over

You look at Peter who’s eyes were back blue. Part of you wanted to ask him what that was all about, why goat Theo into a fight. What was he trying to prove but didn’t have the energy to. You never got a chance the buzzer sounded letting you know the game had restarted. “shit, I gotta go” you tell him running back to work. You would be surprised if you still had a job come Monday.

The rest of the game had been trying, both team scoring making the leader bored jumping back and forth. One of your players taking an injury masking Stiles come on instead. You hated this, five minutes left and both teams drawing. Biting your nail you watch the tean make their play.

You jump when you feel a hand come around the back of your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder his other hand finds your hip. “so do you think the wolfs can pull this off” he said not taking his eyes if the game.

You laughed “since when did you care how they play, wasn’t sure you were even gonna come” you say leaning back into his chest.

“since you asked me, if I’m going do something I give it my full my attention” he answers in his flirty tone.

“you know people will start talking, think somethings going on, if you keep holding me like this” you say but not wanting him to move. You look around to see if anyone was watching, Hayden was, in fact she was stirring and talking on her phone, no doubt filling Theo in. “or are you doing this to piss Theo off more” you laugh.

“I couldn’t care less about Theo he’s not worth any more of our time, now he knows ‘who’ I am I doubt he’ll be showing his face again. Also would it be so bad if there was something going on between us?” he asked.

You bit your lip, feeling your heart race. Your about to tell him no until the winning goal was scored seconds before the final buzzer sounds. For once your team won, Bobby was shouting you over making you jump out of Peters arms, “hold that thought” you say running off to your boss. Peter watches you frustrated wishing you’d look at him how you had in his living the night he took you home.

The stands started to empty, everyone happy with the result. Some of the dumping their sticks to run off and celebrate. Coach ordering you to pack up. “okay” you call back start gathering up equipment to put away. Peter walks over picking up the lacrosse stick, handing it to you. “guess you still have work to do, I’ll see you later” he says but this he seems off. You couldn’t help but smile he’d actually came to say bye.

“your going? I’ll see you at Derek’s right?” you question.

Peter nodded, “you seem busy so I’ll leave you too it, I’ll see you after” he says

“how about you leave your car at yours we can take mine home. No point both of us driving” you say.

Peter smirks “wouldn’t people think something going on of we did” he mocked your words from earlier.

You look up “would it be so bad if they did” you say back seeing Peters smile change to a more happier one as he goes to turn. “see you later” you say running the sticks into the locker room telling the team to hurry up and get changed. It took you and Bobby Finstock around two hours to fully kick everyone out and lock up the school.

Theo stood in the car park, leaning against your car. You roll your eyes, after today you couldn’t take anymore of his shit. “so your really choosing him over me” he asked, his arms folded.

“I’m not choosing him over you, Theo. I’m choosing not to be with you.” You say honestly.

“but he doesn’t love you, I do” he said back hoping you would belive him. “he’s going to use you, hurt you it’s who he is” stepping closer, now starting to scare you a little, you take a breath trying not to let him intimidate you

“you don’t know what love is Theo. You might be right, Peter might hurt me, he might not but at the end of the day Theo you already HAVE hurt me. Not just by cheating on me but letting power and your pack be more important than me.” You say trying to open your car door.

Theo grabs your throat, pinning you to the car “so you really think I’d just let you leave like that” he roars. You start to panic seeing the crazed look in his eye. “your not gonna walk away and betray me, I’d rather kill you first”. He was now squeezing so hard you couldn’t breath, you vision going burly. “If that doesn’t show love, I don’t know what will” he said. You grabbed his wrists, struggling against his power, kicking your your feet at his shins. The panic was real, you thought you were going to die by Theo's hands. His words drowned out by the ringing of your car alarm. Your vision now completely black, lungs stinging for air, all you wished for was Peter.

It was the voice of coach, that made Theo get go. You fell to the floor, gasping for breath. When your vision came back into focus, you saw Bobby pinning Theo against your car. He asked if you were okay and that Stilinski was on his way, you must have blacked out, not hearing him call for anyone. You nod your okay after getting your breath back and calming down, still refusing to go to the hospital even though Bobby insisted you do. Once the sheriff took Theo away, Bobby asked if you wanted driving home, you kindly refuse getting in your car. Looking at the marks Theo left wondering what your gonna say to the others and how Peter will react.

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Same River Twice (aka Time Travel Nie Bros) - part 4 - see ao3 or tumblr part 1, part 2, part 3

“You know what,” Nie Mingjue said, several shichen into the most awkward conversation he’d ever been forced to overhear in his life, “I think Wei Wuxian needs more friends.”

His father stopped contemplating the window with an expression that suggested he was considering throwing himself out of it and looked at him. “So you’ve mentioned before.”

“Yes, I know,” Nie Mingjue said, because he had in fact brought it up after Nie Huaisang’s no doubt unintentionally apt suggestion. “But on second thought, he needs them urgently. As does Huaisang. You don’t want them growing up barbaric and unsocialized, do you?”

His father mouthed the words ‘barbaric and unsocialized’ to himself, looking delighted. “By which you mean that you’d like to take them to visit the Lan sect, I assume?” he asked, not bothering to hide his amusement. “To learn good habits from them there?”

“To avoid learning bad habits here,” Nie Mingjue said. “Alternatively, you could always kick all of them out so that all of us can stop getting the loud and dramatic rendition of all the different types of bad decisions adults can make, courtesy of our friends in the Jiang sect and our new guest disciples.”

“…take Zonghui with you,” his father said. “Have a nice trip. Enjoy the quiet.”

There was a better than decent chance that he was being sarcastic, but Nie Mingjue wasn’t going to wait around long enough to find out – he saluted and turned to run away at once.

“Don’t get into too much trouble!” his father shouted after him.

That was ridiculous. What sort of trouble could Nie Mingjue get into in Gusu, of all places?

“Nie-gongzi, has anyone ever told you that you have really weird taste in rewards?” Nie Zonghui said, looking long-suffering as always.

Wei Wuxian, who was riding on his shoulders, craned his head down to look at him. “Rewards? What is Nie-da-ge getting rewarded for?”

“He performed especially well on his first ever night hunt,” Nie Zonghui told him, while Nie Mingjue flushed red and Nie Huaisang, who was riding on his shoulders, giggled. “His father wanted to reward him, and determined to do so by granting the first request he made.”

“He didn’t tell me he was planning on doing that,” Nie Mingjue hissed. If he had, he might’ve asked to visit Yunping City to collect Meng Yao – finding a reason to go there was much harder to achieve than arranging a simple visit to the Lan sect, which would’ve happened sooner or later anyway.

His thoughts hadn’t been focused on reward at all. He’d only really, truly desperately wanted to get away from any further discussion of Sect Leader Jiang’s sex life.

(Cangse Sanren was blunt and straightforward in her speech, something Nie Mingjue greatly appreciated right up until she was shouting things about size and shape and performance and also her husband…it was absolutely mortifying, even just as a spectator, except possibly Jiang Fengmian was into things like that because he just kept on arguing. In his past-future life, Nie Mingjue had had to sit across the table from Jiang Fengmian for years, and might yet have to do so again if he was not successful in adverting his father’s death, which was something he wouldn’t be able to if he kept hearing things like this! He didn’t want to know things like this!)

No, Nie Mingjue hadn’t thought about rewards at all – had already put away all thoughts of that particular night-hunt in favor of showing of his improvement with Baxia, who practically purred in his hands when he wielded her, so that he could win his independence sooner rather than later.

Even picking Gusu as their destination had been primarily motivated by seizing on the last place anyone had mentioned to him as a plausible destination that could be sold to his father.

Nie Huaisang had asked him, all big and wide-eyed and adorable, why they were going to somewhere as far away from the Unclean Realm as the Cloud Recesses, and Nie Mingjue had blamed Nie Huaisang’s suggestion of introducing Wei Wuxian to the Lan sect.

Nie Huaisang had also asked why they were going now and Nie Mingjue had explained in a rush of tangled words that sometimes grown-ups liked to talk about private things very loudly and maybe it would be better to leave them to it.

Nie Huaisang had found that dreadfully funny for some reason, giggling until both he and Wei Wuxian were rolling around on the ground laughing their heads off at the idea of going to Gusu –

Nie Mingjue didn’t care. As long as they went, and with them his excuse to go as well!

(Besides, it would be nice to see Lan Xichen.)

“Of course he didn’t tell you about it, Nie-gongzi,” Nie Zonghui said patiently. “It was meant to be a surprise. Wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if you knew about it, would it?”

Nie Mingjue sighed. Nie Zonghui was a half-generation above him – older than him by over a decade, entitling him (if only technically) to be called uncle rather than cousin, but young enough that he sometimes felt more like a peer. Certainly once Nie Mingjue himself had become sect leader, having someone like him to help figure out how to communicate with the elders had been priceless.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to punch the man in the face on a regular basis.

Stupid sense of humor.

“Wouldn’t da-ge be happier if he could pick what he got?” Nie Huaisang asked. “What if he’d asked for something stupid, like a map?”

Nie Mingjue reached up to one of the legs currently dangling next to his ear and pinched him lightly, making his little brother squeak and then giggle again. He wasn’t sure why Nie Huaisang was still so worried about his offer to buy him a map – he hadn’t even known that the under-five age group could have a sense of financial economy, much less guilt over it, but then again he didn’t know much about kids that age anyway – but no matter what he wasn’t having any of it.

In this life, his brother would be happy for as long as Nie Mingjue could give him.

Of course, making Nie Huaisang happy would be easier if he wasn’t so picky.

“Didi, didi, it’s all right,” he said, trying to be soothing and not really remembering how. “You don’t need to be afraid - Lan Xichen is a friend…I’m sorry, Xichen, I really don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“It’s no problem,” Lan Xichen said, looking exactly as one would expect a nine-year-old being addressed as a peer by a twelve-year-old that his guardian routinely praised as a role model would be – which was to say, a little pleased, a little uncertain, and mostly confused. The shrieking four-year-old wasn’t helping matters, either. “I don’t think I’ve done anything to offend him...?”

“You’re blind,” Nie Huaisang hissed at him, tears still streaming down his face. “Blind, blind, blind!”

“No, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said helplessly. He had no idea where Nie Huaisang got these ideas into his head, was it a feature of early childhood or something? “He’s not – look, the bandage is around his forehead, right? Not his eyes. And since when do you have something against blind people anyway?”

Nie Huaisang buried his face into his side. “Stupid da-ge.”

Nie Mingjue patted him on the back. “Sorry,” he said to Lan Xichen again. “This isn’t exactly the first impression I was hoping for.”

Lan Xichen abruptly grinned, looking for a moment like a regular child rather than the polite and reserved young man Nie Mingjue had known for so many years – it reminded him a little of the boy from the future timeline that he’d only seen brief glimpses of through the pieces of his soul that were attached to the pieces of his body, the loud and irreverent one called Lan Jingyi.

Back then he'd wondered abstractly how exactly such a boy could be related to the Lan clan, stately and elegant even when they acted radically, and now all of a sudden he saw that boy staring out of him from Lan Xichen’s immature face.

“Bet you thought you’d look a lot more dashing, didn’t you?” Lan Xichen asked merrily. “Flying in on your swords, jumping down for a perfect landing, and then – waaaaaaah!”

Nie Mingjue laughed, because it really had happened a bit like that.

“Don’t forget the domino effect,” he said wryly, glancing over at where Wei Wuxian was being plied with treats from a bag pulled from Nie Zonghui’s sleeve – he’d started sympathy crying when Nie Huaisang had inexplicably started wailing, and was having trouble stopping even though he admitted that nothing was actually wrong with him other than having feelings. “They’re probably just over-tired from the trip.”

“Did you really fly all the way from Qinghe?” Lan Xichen asked eagerly. “All by yourself?”

“We made a lot of stops –”

“But you were on your own sword, right? Just you?”

“It’s a saber and I was carrying Huaisang, but yes, in terms of who was in charge of propulsion, it was just me.”

Lan Xichen heaved a sigh full of obvious envy, and Nie Mingjue smiled. “If you want, I can petition your uncle that you act as my guide to the surrounding environs as well as the Cloud Recesses itself? He’d have to let you fly by yourself if that was the case.”

“Oh, would you?” Lan Xichen enthused. “That would be great! I’m not that good yet, but I’m not going to get good if I don’t have a chance to practice, except Uncle is always saying that – oh, wait, I’m not supposed to say –”

“Speaking of others behind their back is prohibited,” Nie Mingjue said solemnly, then cracked up at the dumbfounded expression on Lan Xichen’s face. “No, I’m sorry, I won’t quote your sect rules at you, I promise, it was just a joke…”

“You’d better!”

He rather liked this enthusiastic version of Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue thought.

Even Nie Huaisang seemed to have gotten over his initial fright to start begrudgingly enjoying all of Lan Xichen’s chattering and bustling around – Nie Mingjue thought he might, given that Lan Xichen currently reminded him immensely of an extremely chatty blue-breasted quail and Nie Huaisang had always liked those. There was so much life in Lan Xichen, good humor and cheer filling him up until he was practically bursting with it; he hadn’t yet had to learn how to hold back his feelings and hide them, hadn’t yet learned that the only acceptable way to interact with others was through a carefully practiced smile.

Perhaps what was why Lan Xichen had been so drawn to Meng Yao, Nie Mingjue reflected – Meng Yao had hidden himself underneath a smile, too. Where he himself had admired Meng Yao for what he had thought was his strength of character, his ability to ignore the jibes and the slights he faced in favor of carrying on and doing what must be done, just as Nie Mingjue longed to be able to do, perhaps Lan Xichen had from the very first moment seen Meng Yao as someone in need of sympathy and affection. Perhaps it had been his own suffering projected onto Meng Yao’s open, facile face that had so tugged on his heartstrings.

It was a little odd, though.

It was a long time ago, but Nie Mingjue recalled meeting Lan Xichen when they were both quite young, and if he put his mind to thinking about it, he was pretty sure they would have met in about two years’ time – his fourteen to Lan Xichen’s eleven, with Nie Huaisang nearly six and Lan Wangji nearly seven. And yet the Lan Xichen he had met had been so very different from this, far more serious and reserved, quiet more often than not, that practiced smile already on his face and only with great reluctance melting into something real…

He wondered why there had been such a great change.

In the meantime, Nie Mingjue relieved Nie Zonghui of his duties on account of their safety – the older man had been to Gusu before for discussion conferences, and looked extremely bored – and took Nie Huaisang’s hand in one hand and Wei Wuxian’s in the other, and the three of them followed Lan Xichen around as he pointed out all the things he liked best.

Wei Wuxian broke away at one point and sped into the brush, shrieking something about a rabbit, and when they gave chase and found him again, he’d somehow bumped into Lan Wangji, who with his white clothing and solemn expression resembled nothing so much a bunny himself.

“Nie-da-ge, this is my friend!” Wei Wuxian hollered, even though they couldn’t have been talking for more than a few minutes before the rest of them caught up. “His name’s Lan Zhan! I’m keeping him forever!”

Nie Huaisang sniggered, and Nie Mingjue poked him – it was rude to laugh at other people’s earnestness.

“That’s nice, Wuxian,” he said, and formally saluted Lan Wangji, knowing how much the other boy liked rules and things being done right. “I’m pleased to meet you, Wangji. I hope we can be friends as well.”

Lan Wangji stared at him mutely for a long moment, and then his entire face slowly turned bright red as if he were boiling.

Nie Mingjue blinked, unsure about the reason for such an extreme reaction, but standing beside him Lan Xichen cackled. “Oh, oh, this is great,” he crowed. “Wait till I tell Mom!”

Lan Wangji attempted to bite him, which naturally made Wei Wuxian leap to his friend’s assistance, and somehow Nie Huaisang ended up wading into the fray with a stick that he waved around like a war-fan, seeking inexplicably to defend Lan Xichen despite having previously displayed no fondness for him at all.

Nie Mingjue waded in as well, of course, trying to separate them and somehow ending up as everyone’s target when they realized that he was strong enough to pick them all up and toss them (lightly) into the piles of soft grass that covered the meadow, even Lan Xichen, and at that point they all threw themselves at him eagerly in order to be throw back.

Nie Mingjue wasn’t really thinking about that, though. He was thinking about what Lan Xichen had said.

He was thinking about – Mom.

Not Nie Mingjue’s own, naturally. She’d been gone since he was younger than Nie Huaisang was now. Perhaps it was because Nie Mingjue had his father and his aunts and his uncles, but he had never really felt the lack of her all that much, except maybe when he needed to learn some etiquette he didn’t know or when his peers spoke fondly of their own mothers. Nor was he thinking of Nie Huaisang’s mother, who had been very nice and whose untimely death had upset him immensely; he honestly hadn’t thought of either of them in years and years by the time he’d died.

But rather, he thought about Lan Xichen’s mother – Lan Wangji’s mother –

Nie Mingjue hadn’t learned the story of her fate until much, much later in life, when he was very nearly an adult. The Lan sect had always kept their secrets very well, and he might never have learned the details if it hadn’t been for Lan Xichen willingly divulging them. He’d told him the whole awful story of how his mother had not loved his father even though he loved her, how she had killed someone dear to him, how he had married her to save her and gone into seclusion to punish himself, how the Lan sect, ever concerned with its face, had covered it all up by forcing her into permanent seclusion…

The story had never really sat right with him. A punishment was one thing, entirely justifiable; murder was murder, and life imprisonment was a valid sentence, a valid commutation of the death sentence that she probably ought to have received. It was not Nie Mingjue’s place to question how the Lan sect selected and imposed punishments…

And yet, something about it had always felt rotten.

Maybe it was only that the Nie sect didn’t believe in solitary imprisonment. Or, well, really solitary anything, with even seclusion being done in a relatively well-traveled area so that those inside could, if they wished, open a one-sided window to hear the noise and know that their family was around them. Even their tombs, their saber halls, were joined together into what was practically a necropolis – even in death, the Nie sect would rather be together than apart.

If he recalled correctly, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji’s mother would soon be taken away from them for good. She’d died when Lan Xichen was – ten? Ten to Lan Wangji’s six, yes, that sounded right.

A year from now, then. Less, maybe.

“– xiongzhang is da-ge, not er-ge!”

“No, you don’t understand, my da-ge is older – and bigger – so he’s da-ge, and your xiongzhang is er-ge, and that means you’d be san-ge, and Wei-gege is – wait, which one of you is older?”

“Huaisang, it doesn’t work that way, we’re not the same family –”

“What are you even talking about?” Nie Mingjue asked, abruptly coming out of his thoughts. They’d continued playing while he daydreamed, and now Lan Xichen was perched on his back like a monkey, with Nie Huaisang on one of Nie Mingjue’s shoulder while Wei Wuxian hung off the other arm’s bicep and Lan Wangi clung to his neck in front like a sloth on a branch, as Nie Mingjue demonstrated that he could, in fact, keep walking with all of them attached. Every single one of them seemed to think this was the absolute height of entertainment. “Who’s related to what now? Huaisang, can’t you just call Xichen Xichen-ge or something?”

“Oh, fine. Xichen-gege! Xichen-gege!”

“Nie-didi! Nie-didi!”

“Too loud,” Lan Wangji sniffed.

“Didn’t you hear Lan Zhan?!” Wei Wuxian promptly hollered at the top of his lungs. “You’re all being too loud!”

“I’m going to throw each and every one of you into a pond,” Nie Mingjue said. “One by one, if I have to.”

“Do you promise?” Lan Xichen giggled in his ear. “That sounds like fun!”

“Actually,” Nie Mingjue said, “I had a different thought. How about we play hide-and-seek?”

The advantage of future knowledge, Nie Mingjue thought, was that he knew exactly where Madame Lan’s home was and how to get there within the time period he’d suggested for the initial hiding.

The disadvantage was that he was so focused on achieving his goal that he forgot that what implications might be taken from a twelve-year-old boy breaking into a woman’s home, especially at a time when she wasn’t expecting visitors.

“I’m so sorry!” he all but shrieked, covering his eyes even though he had already turned his back. “Please put on clothing!”

“Oh, your face –” Madame Lan was guffawing. “You’re so red – boy, you don’t have to throw yourself out the window in penance or anything. I’m still wearing my inner robe, you can’t even see anything.”

“It’s still inappropriate!”

“Could be worse. I could’ve been –”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” he begged. “I swear I’m not actually doing this because I have a crush on you, so please, please, please don’t give me any details about what you do in the privacy of your own home, okay? And stop offering me your under-things! I don’t want them!”

“I was only doing laundry,” she said, almost crying with laughter. “I didn’t mean to throw my underwear at your face, it was really just the closest thing to hand…who are you, anyway? Shouldn’t you be introducing yourself to me?”

“I’ll introduce myself when you’re dressed and not a moment earlier.”

“Oh, all right, have it your way. Give me a moment.” There was some rustling. “All right, turn around.”

He peeked and sighed with relief: Madame Lan was, in fact, appropriately dressed in a lovely white silk dress, adorned with the typical Lan sect cloud embroidery and everything. The style was a little freer and less conservative than he might have expected to see the mistress of a Great Sect wearing, but then again he supposed she’d never actually had to do the work associated with it. It was hard to host a society party from seclusion…

“Qinghe Nie’s Nie Mingjue greets He Kexin, Madame Lan,” he said, saluting properly. “I’m a visitor to your sect.”

“I hadn’t realized that we were anticipating visitors from another Great Sect,” she remarked. “Normally there’s a great deal more hustle and bustle involved with preparing to receive a visit.”

“It’s an informal one,” Nie Mingjue explained. “Somewhat, uh, abrupt. We didn’t send word in advance. You see, we recently accepted Cangse Sanren and her husband as guest disciples, and shortly thereafter the Jiang sect paid us an unexpected visit…”

Madame Lan had clearly heard about that disaster, if the way she put her hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle her chortling was any indication.

“I think I see the issue, being as I happen to remember Cangse Sanren very well,” she said, her eyes dancing. “What a troublemaker. She even shaved off Qiren-xiaoshuzi’s beard one time! I’m guessing based on the way you turned into a boiled crayfish that she scared you out of your own home?”

Nie Mingjue opened his mouth to protest, except, well, that wasn’t entirely inaccurate…

“What a charming little egg you are! You’re such a rotten liar that you can’t even do it to save face.”

“Being dishonest isn’t saving face,” Nie Mingjue said, even though his face felt like it was burning and he was probably just as red as she said he was. “The truth is what the truth is, that’s all. You’re not wrong, that’s more or less what happened – I brought Huaisang and Wuxian here so that we could get away from all the yelling.”

“You picked a good place for that,” Madame Lan said, and there was a dull look in her eye all of a sudden. Nothing like the liveliness from a few moments before. “There’s nowhere like the Cloud Recesses for quiet.”

Nie Mingjue bit his lip, not quite sure how to say what he wanted to say. Right up until that moment, she hadn’t seemed at all sick, the way he’d thought she’d be – less than a year before she died, from what he remembered of Lan Xichen’s stories. He’d assumed she’d already be ill with the early stages whatever it was that had eventually taken her from her sons.

But now, he didn’t think she was sick, not really, only…bored.

Dreadfully, horribly bored. The sort of bored that drained your life away bit by bit.

Formal training in swordsmanship and scholarship began at six at the Cloud Recesses, Nie Mingjue abruptly remembered. There were plenty of lessons prior to that, of course, but at age six they would become formalized, the children shifting over from the realm of babies to proper young-adults-to-be. Once Lan Wangji turned six, Madame Lan would have had nothing to look forward to in life.

Nothing, except for her children starting to drift further and further away from her: nothing to do, no purpose, no friends…

Just boredom.

“The Unclean Realm has a communal prison,” he blurted out, and then smacked his hands into his face to hide his shame for being such an inconsiderate ass. Why had he thought he could do this by himself?

He wasn’t even sure what he’d originally come here to accomplish, other than to let Madame Lan know that she ought to see a doctor sooner rather than later in the hopes that they would be able to catch and stymie whatever disease it had been that had killed her, except now of course Nie Mingjue understood that it was no disease at all.

“…what?” she said blankly.

It was too late to retreat, so Nie Mingjue gathered up every bit of courage he’d ever had and barreled onwards.

“I just mean,” he said, tripping over his words, “if you’d like to be – a bit less quiet. Even if your sentence is life imprisonment, surely you don’t have to necessarily serve it here, right?”

Madame Lan stared at him. His shoulders started creeping up to his ears.

“Actually,” she said abruptly, “I was never sentenced.”

He gaped at her. “You – what?”

“Qiren-xiaoshuzi pushed for it, said it was only fair that I knew the exact contours of my punishment, but the sect elders refused,” she explained. “They didn’t want to lose face by having a trial at all, not even privately.”

“But – but if you haven’t been sentenced, you can’t be imprisoned!”

“Is that so?” she asked, looking amused.

“You can’t,” Nie Mingjue insisted, horrified. “The laws of war say that someone can be executed on the spot for committing a crime, but in peacetime they have to be sentenced first even if you catch them red-handed. What if your accuser recants his accusation, whether because he was wrong or because he decided not to press charges? If they recant, you can’t be tried; if you can’t be tried, even if everyone knows you’ve done wrong, you still must be released. No trial, no sentence, no imprisonment!”

“Tell that to the Lan sect,” she said dryly. “Not even my husband could do more than he did to forestall my punishment, and he’s sect leader. Nominally, anyway.”

This did seem to be a problem of the Lan sect. Of all sects, really – he had his own share of old men causing issues and sticking their noses into things – but he’d never had anywhere near the problem with the sect elders as Lan Xichen had had with his Lan sect.

“Why should I?” Nie Mingjue asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t see why we have to tell them anything at all.”

“Why are we doing this?” Nie Huaisang asked, tugging on Nie Mingjue’s sleeve.

“I already explained,” Nie Mingjue said, which he had. He’d also explained that he’d run in there by accident while looking for a place to hide, and he’d tried to look as much like a stupid twelve-year-old as possible when he said it. “About the lack of a trial –”

Nie Huaisang tugged again. “Not that. Why are we rescuing her?”

“Because she might die if we don’t,” Nie Mingjue said. “She’s very bored in there all by herself.”

“So?”

“What do you mean, so? It’d make Xichen and Wangji sad if she died.”

“So?”

“So they shouldn’t be sad if they don’t have to be! I don’t want them to be sad because they lost a parent…don’t you remember being sad about your mom having died, Huaisang?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said. “I had da-ge.”

Nie Mingjue sighed. He’d keep this conversation in mind for later when Nie Huaisang was old enough to actually understand the concept of death, and then he’d use it to torment him forever.

“Wouldn’t you be sad if da-ge died, then?” he asked, and felt Nie Huaisang’s hands abruptly clutch tight on his arms. “There you go. That’s why we’re doing this.”

Nie Huaisang nodded, but he was still scowling a little in his adorable childhood way, and Nie Mingjue thought for a second that he heard him murmuring something about inviting unnecessary trouble under his voice, but…whatever, it wasn’t important.

What was more important was that Lan Xichen had arrived with what Nie Mingjue had asked him to fetch for him, his cheeks bright pink with excitement. “Nie-da-ge,” he hissed even though there wasn’t anyone in the area, thrusting the package into Nie Mingjue’s arms. “I got it!”

“Good,” Nie Mingjue said, then paused. “Er, you don’t mind, do you?”

“Mind? Mind what?”

“That I’m kind of, uh, well – I mean, I’m kidnapping your mother. You won’t be able to see her as often as you do now if this works…”

“She’ll be free,” Lan Wangji, trailing behind Lan Xichen as always, said solemnly. Then he stuck his thumb in his mouth, which somewhat ruined the effect.

Wei Wuxian, who’d rushed over to stand next to him as soon as he’d seen him, hugged him tightly. “You’ll come over all the time,” he assured him. “My mom will like your mom, and we’ll all go outside and play all the time. We’ll be really happy!”

Lan Wangji sniffed and buried his face into Wei Wuxian’s shoulder.

“It’s like Wangji said,” Lan Xichen said. His eyes were intense. “She’s not happy here, she’s not free here, and we only see her once a month anyway – less, in the future, once we’re both busy with lessons all the time. If she can be free somewhere else…you will let us come visit, right?”

“As often as you’re allowed,” Nie Mingjue promised, as it was about all he could do. “I’ll talk to my father about it…”

His father would probably have a fit.

Still, this was an injustice. Even if his father disagreed, it was something he had to do. He’d justify it with reference to their sect principles, and take any punishment duty his father chose to impose.

“It doesn’t matter, he’ll agree,” he said firmly. “You’ll definitely be able to visit.”

“Can I raise an objection?” Nie Zonghui said mournfully from where he was hovering by the side of the clearing. “Possibly two – no, three objections.”

Nie Mingjue looked at him and tilted his head to the side in silent question.

“One, your father said not to get into trouble, if you’ll trouble yourself to remember back that far,” he said, raising a finger. “Two, how exactly do you plan to break the array keeping Madame Lan imprisoned? And three, even if you do break it, how do you plan to get her out?”

The first was irrelevant. The other two…

“We’re going to walk out the front gate,” Nie Mingjue said, and opened up the package Lan Xichen had gotten him – as he’d suspected, there had been spare robes for Qinghe Nie disciples left behind from the previous discussion conference, and sure enough the Lan sect had kept hold of them as a courtesy to the owners. “The Lan sect has never affirmatively stated that Madame Lan wasn’t allowed to leave; they just said she was too sickly to do so. Therefore, if we leave with a Nie sect disciple who is clearly capable of walking out, there’s nothing they can do to stop us without admitting that it’s her and that she’s a prisoner – which they won’t do, because then they’d lose face.”

“That barely counts as a plan,” Nie Zonghui said, and for some reason Nie Huaisang nodded in agreement. “But sadly I think it might actually work.”

Nie Huaisang looked betrayed.

“It will work,” Lan Xichen said. “Especially if you insist that she’s one of yours. They won’t be able to call you out without calling you a liar, and they wouldn’t want to do that. Not publicly, not about this.”

“Won’t there be a problem that she’s a girl wearing boy’s clothing?” Wei Wuxian asked, patting Lan Wangji’s head.

“No, that’s not a problem in Qinghe,” Nie Huaisang told him. “You’re new, so you’re not used to it, but it really isn’t. I mean, she could be misaligned or something, it’s not our business.”

“And we won’t be lying about her being one of ours,” Nie Mingjue said. “Since I’ve offered her sanctuary in our sect, it’s even technically true.”

Nie Zonghui sighed. “And if they ask Lan-gongzi and Lan-er-gongzi if she’s their mother?”

“Wangji won’t say anything,” Lan Xichen said at once. “And I’ll – I’ll lie if I have to.”

He was truly unbearably cute at this age.

Nie Zonghui appeared to be suffering from a similar problem, reaching over and patting him lightly on the head in helpless amusement. “Okay, okay. Let’s hope they don’t ask,” he said. “But – Nie-gongzi, we still have the second problem. How do you intend to get Madame Lan out of the imprisonment array?”

Nie Mingjue patted his cousin – who he knew from his future experience was one of the finest array breakers in their sect, a charming side-effect courtesy of his dual-wielded saber cultivation style – on the shoulder. “I intend to delegate.”

Nie Zonghui blinked, then glared. “I walked myself into that one, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Nie Mingjue said peaceably. “Can you break it? I can use Baxia, if it’ll help.”

“Hmph. Yes, it would help a great deal, but will she agree to consume an array for you? That’s fairly high-grade work, and talent or no talent, you’re still fairly new to mastering the saber.”

Nie Mingjue put his hand on Baxia’s blade, which felt warm and pleased. Practically purring. At some point he would need to investigate why she was so happy all the time – she’d never been this compliant in his first life, and he’d expected her to be more vicious, not less. “Yes, she’ll be happy to help.”

“Fine. Let’s go.” Nie Zonghui paused briefly. “Also, if your father asks, you held Baxia to my throat and made me do it. It was definitely not me being curious about whether or not I could break such a complicated array.”

“Of course it wasn’t,” Nie Mingjue said understandingly, and drew Baxia. “All right. Let’s go get ourselves banned from the Cloud Recesses.”

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 19

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The atmosphere changed in a snap. Everyone had felt it, except Peter.

Peter's early arrival had you all floored, especially you and Bucky. Oblivious to Peter, you were both dumbfounded, like deer caught in headlights. But this wasn't the best time to process what was going to happen next. You had to think off your feet. Yoy had to show Peter that there was no more than surprise in your faces.

Peter was finally here. That's what matters right now.

The instrumentals of Hungry Eyes kept playing in the background. Bucky's microphone created a feedback sound once he let it rest on his sides, making you all wince. Peter ditched his bags (which magically doubled), and strode towards you, engulfing you in a hug. Although he reeked of damp, mossy grass, and wood, you hugged him back.

"I got in early! How great is that?" He greeted you with enthusiasm laced in his voice. "Oh god, I've missed you, y/n!" He said into your ear.

The rest of the group, laid back on their comfortable seats, watched the whole thing unfold in front of their very eyes. You’d definitely pay to see Nat's look on her face right now.

"Yeah, you did!" you patted his back before pulling away, giving him the best smile you could do. "I've missed you, too. Welcome back, Parker. It's been quite a damn week without you."

Bucky was solid as a rock before Peter moved towards his spot (Bucky gave me a quick glance and a wry smile which you then returned; afterwards, you bit your lip looking at the exchange between the two) and hugged him tight as they exchanged their formalities. "It's nice to have you back, Peter."

"It is nice to be back." Peter replied, pulling away. "Whew, that one week went by real slow, huh? Feels like ages!"

"Yeah." Bucky glanced at you one more time. This time, it was longer. "No kidding."

"Alright everyone, it's nice to see you all together."

The group mumbled agreeably.

"Sam," Peter acknowledged, doing his signature finger gun pointed towards him, "I don't even know why you're here but I will as soon as I take a quick shower right upstairs and get these bags sorted out."

"You might want to take a long one there, buddy." Sam breathed out, fanning the air. "You smell like a caveman."

"Sam." You scolded, shaking your head.

"Yes, babydoll?" He jeered, which you and Bucky didn't like.

Most especially Bucky.

And Peter as well.

You gave Sam a look, hidden from Peter's view, of course, careful not to raise any kind of suspicion. But boy, was Sam giving you and Bucky a hard time. The group knew why he called you that, of course. But not Peter.

"Babydoll?" Peter repeated, a confused expression crossing his face as he turned towards you. "Why is he calling you that ridiculous nickname?"

Peter had always hated when men called you, as he put it, "ridiculous" nickname. You knew if he could punch them all, he would but because of Steve's number one rule (no fighting in the bar), he couldn't. It all started ever since you worked in the bar. You weren’t getting much attention when you were a waitress but you guess, when men see a woman behind the counter making their drinks, apparently, they think you’re easy, and naive, and would fall for their "charm" by calling you nicknames. One minute you’re "darling", the next you’re "doll" or "baby" or, the worst of them all, "mon chéri."

God, did men really think women would be turned on by a French nickname with a horrendous French accent? Perhaps, the idiots do.

You suddenly wondered if Peter felt the same.

"He's just kidding." You mumbled, taking him away from the group. "You know how Sam is."

You started to lead him further towards the door where his bags were.

"I know how he is, y/n." He grew more agitated now, triggered by what Sam had called you. "I've known him longer than you. Okay, what on earth is going on here?" Peter turned around once more, facing them all. His hands were all over the place. Exaggerated gestures that furthered his confused state. "What happened in that one week I was gone? Jeez."

"Hey." You made Peter focus his attention back towards you by grabbing him by the shoulders. By this time, the instrumentals on the karaoke machine were gone. "We get that you're really confused right now and you're tired so why don't you go and take a shower. The night is still young, Parker. I promise we'll tell you everything the second you come back here."

Of course, not everything.

The dead air whistled around, which you hated. He glanced at the group, who was waiting for a response. Their eyes were all on you and Peter. He finally let out a sigh, his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, it's just been kind of a long drive."

With that, Peter scurried towards the apartment to set down his bags and take a shower. He left a trace of awkwardness in the air once he left.

"Is it just me," Nat started as you walked towards the booth, "or did he grow taller? Did he go to, like, a magic place or something?" Everyone looked at her with knitted brows. "Jesus, I'm just lightening up the mood." She said, hands raised up.

You strode towards Sam, a rush of heat climbing its way towards your face. "Seriously? You had to call me that?"

Sam chuckled nervously, eyes flickering between you and his best friend. "I-it was just a joke! I didn't know he'd take it seriously. And helloooo," he said in a singsong voice, dragging the o, "I'm drunk."

"Being drunk isn't an excuse. It should never be." Bucky said, leaning against the booth. He stood with much authority which you found enticing. But you digressed. "You still shouldn't have said it."

"And besides," you chimed in, "Parker hates it when people give me nicknames."

"Alright. I am sorry." He said. His eyes examined you and Bucky. "But how do you think he's going to react when he finds out his favorite person in the world is calling his best friend babydoll in bed?"

You were dumbstruck. Like it was some kind of question in a trivia game you didn't know the answer to. You couldn't think straight hearing the fries grinding in Nat's teeth, probably enjoying the drama unfolding in front of her eyes, Steve's fingers tapping on the wooden table and Nick's fast breathing.

You took a deep breath, and tried hard to ignore all these annoying sounds.

Sam was right. If Peter's reaction to the nickname was already bad, what more if he knew about the truth between you and Bucky? How could he possibly react to it?

"Look." You said, approaching Bucky, and grabbing his pinky with yours. For comfort. "We're still not ready to tell him but we will."

"Yes, soon." Bucky agreed.

"We're just finding the right time."

The truth was, you weren't any close to finding the "the right time." You had been racking our brains since last night on when to tell him. After setting on the when, then you’d move to the next phase of the plan which was how. Now that Peter had come back, you knew you needed to think and act fast before he found out about you and Bucky from other people.

"In the meantime," you said, grabbing your phone and finding Marco's name on my contact list, "let's just enjoy this party as it is. Steve threw this party for a reason and we are going to enjoy it. With or without Peter. No blabbing or hinting — yes I'm talking about you, Sam — about me and Bucky. No nicknames, no references. Nothing."

"You're asking all of us to keep your dirty little secret?" Nick asked. "While we're all drunk?"

"You and Sam are." Bucky chimed in, grabbing their beer bottles. "Steve and Nat aren't so I'm keeping a close eye on you two." He turned towards you, faces close in proximity, and gave you the bottles to stow away. "No more drinks for those two idiots."

Youbnodded and took the beers away from Sam and Nick which earned yoy a couple glares. Nick pouted afterwards like a baby, eyeing the beer bottles in your hand. "No, Nick. I'm cutting you off."

"Take his, not mine!" Nick whined, tilting his head towards Sam. "I didn't blab. This idiot did."

"I don't like your tone, man." Sam argued, mimicking Nick's state.

"One more drink and you'll blab. And please stop acting like kids." you sighed, walking towards the counter, stowing the beer bottles in their cases. Ypunlooked on your phone once again, called Marco and ordered three large pizza boxes — pepperoni, meat, and cheese pizza. All of Peter's favorites.

By the time the phone call ended, Bucky approached you with soft, doe-like eyes. The group resumed singing, Sam and Nick once again hogging the machine, clearly not taking your advice. Sam kept yelling at him to "cut the check!"

"How're you feeling, doll?" He asked, going under the pass through.

"Well, it's now a surprise party." You heaved a sigh, turning around to find a drink with much more of a kick to get you through the night. Your eyes found an unopened bottle of vodka in one of the cabinets. You didn't hesitate to grab it, along with a dry vermouth and some olives.

Bucky's eyes were on you the whole time, watching you making yourself a mean martini. Ypundidn't care if Steve saw you just now. Right now, you needed this. Just one glass to calm your nerves.

Younstirred the liquid with the olives in a stick before downing the whole thing in one gulp.

"As hot as that was," Bucky said, referring to how you drank the martini and how younmade it, "that's your last drink for the night. I'm not letting you get drunk for the wrong reasons. Once was enough."

You set down the glass on the counter with a thud. You lifted your hazel eyes to meet his blue ones. "You're paying for this, by the way."

He chuckled. "I know. I'll take care of it."

You looked cautiously at the door, dreading Peter. Knowing he won't probably be here for another hour, you approached Bucky, discreetly grabbing his hand. It took you a moment to put your thoughts into words.

"James, if we tell Peter, we need to be... sure. Of this. Of us." youbwatched your fingers brush against him on the wooden table.

"We've talked about this, y/n. I am." He reassured, walking closer this time. "It's a big risk but it's one I'm willing to take."

The idea of you jumping into this together, jumping into it with caution gave you a big relief. But right now, it wasn't just an idea anymore. It was real.

It was real in the way he snaked his arm around your waist, in the way he pulled you into a soft, deep kiss, and in the way his lips lingered on your lips. You pulled away, your bodies still close. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Never mind the loud karaoke machine, or the faint noises of the traffic outside, or Sam's out of tune rhythm.

It was just the two of you. In your own little afterglow.

"You're a big risk I'm willing to take." He whispered the words so slow that they swirled around you, pulling you even closer.

"And you're mine too." you smiled.

Several minutes have passed since your little conversation. Nat had teased you and Bucky of being whipped for each other. Of course Sam joined, and then Nick who chanted a little song he made, which, for the life of you, you couldn't even remember. The rest didn’t understand a word he was singing other than the words "Bucky" and "y/n."

Steve, on the other hand, had been silently drinking his beer and eating the whole time. You once gave him an are-you-okay look and he just nodded in response, giving you that classic tight-lipped smile of his.

Bucky was seated beside you, your thighs grazing each other in the little booth. Even accidental touches brought you comfort.

And isn't that just the best damn thing?

Peter had come in after the little performance Nick just gave, thankful that he didn't walk right in the middle of it. Behind him was a staff of Marco's who delivered the pizza boxes. Everyone hurrah'd. You grabbed your wallet from your back pocket but Steve stopped you, handing some bills to the guy.

"Steve, I could've gotten it." You said after the pizza guy left.

He shook his head, setting down his beer on the table. "It's your party, kid. I'm not letting you pay a single cent."

Nat scoffed. "She made herself a drink just earlier. You should charge her for that."

"Woah, y/n drank? That's new." Peter chimed in, squeezing himself in the booth, sitting at the edge. Between you were Sam and Nick. "What else did I miss?"

And so, you told him everything — well, not everything. Only from when Steve fired you (him lying about how why he even came up with it which Peter bought), to Bucky convincing you to take the project collaboration with Sam, to finally agreeing to it, to the whole meeting that happened just three days prior, and to how you’ll proceed from there. Youndidn't know if Nat and Steve wanted to reveal their little thing to Peter so you kept your mouth shut. Not wanting to do to them what you didn't want done to you and Bucky.

"My god," Peter commented, "that really was a long week! I'm quite disappointed I missed all of that!"

Oh, Parker. If only you knew the whole truth.

In return, he gave the gist of the whole corporate retreat. He finally told you where he and the rest of his team went but it was some place you couldn't even pronounce. Some cabin by the lake far away from Manhattan. He didn't bore you too much with the details. All you knew was that they went fishing, hiking and camping in the wild while team building. Along with the stories were photos of him and the place they were staying.

You frowned thinking it would've been fun if he were with friends. Like you guys.

The whole time, Bucky held your hand under the table or rubbed your thighs discreetly so as to not draw much attention.

Nat was an exception. That redhead saw everything, smirking once in a while. You gave her a discreet look from time to time.

Peter congratulated you, toasting his pizza with yours. Thankfully, he didn't need to drink tonight ("No drinks for me tonight or for the next few days").

"Wow, you really came out there like a new man!" you chuckled. He laughed right back but for just a mere moment. His expression changed while taking a bite of his pizza. You began to be nervous as to why this kept happening. Younneeded to go to the toilet.

Getting out of the booth was a chore. Nat, Steve and Bucky had to get up before you could even stand up. Youndidn't get why you didn't just stick the little tables together to make a long one.

You were in the toilet for a little while, leaking everything that youndrank tonight. Your head felt a bit dizzy but younmanaged to stand up afterwards. The voices of your friends were inaudible against the wooden walls. Except Nick's booming laugh.

Once you opened the door, you were greeted by Steve who was standing still, waiting for the toilet to become unoccupied.

"Sorry." you apologized. "Was I too long?"

"No." He replied shortly. You tried to walk past him but he caught your arm. Younlooked at his hand, confused. "Are you sure about this Bucky guy?"

"What?"

"This whole thing with Bucky. You can't actually be serious about this."

Taken aback, you wiggled out of his grasp, successfully yanking your arm out. "And who are you to tell me that?"

"You just met this guy." He answered. You still felt his grip on your arm by his stern tone.

"Weren't you the one who kicked me out of this very bar just for me to go to the roof to meet with this guy that I just met?"

"I thought you would've ended whatever thing you had going with him."

You scoffed. "You're not my father, Steve. I know you have this weird father or brother thing you have with me but I'm an adult. I can take care of my damn self."

"What about that night you were insanely drunk?"

"That... that was a one-time thing. A mistake is what it is!" younhissed. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Y/n, listen — "

"No." you cut him off. "You listen. Just because you and Nat haven't figured out whatever the hell is going on with you two, doesn't mean you can shit on my relationship. Before you comment on my dating life, I suggest you fix yours first. I'm happy. Bucky's happy. We're both happy. Please mind your own business."

Before you could even go back to the group, Steve called your name. Youngroaned, turning around. "What now?"

He sighed. "You're really going at great lengths for Bucky. Keeping secrets from Parker and all that. Is it really worth it?"

You stood there. Silent. Trying to find your voice.

"Well, I'm about to find out." You replied, turning around, hopefully for the last time. "Later, Steve."

You went back to the group and continued to chat with them. Steve got back after a few moments. His streak of silence was broken when Nat revealed something none of you had ever known before.

"Did you guys know that Steve was a journalist before he became a bar owner?" Nat said, looking at Steve.

You raised your eyebrows, the pizza caught in mid-air. A curiosity sparke, pleased with the new information you had just acquired.

"Steve Rogers? A journalist?" Peter scoffed unbelievably, leaning back against the seat. "No way. No, I don't buy it."

"Me neither." Nick butted in. "He doesn't look like the type. Nuh-uh."

"It's true!" Nat argued. "Tell them, Steve. Come on!"

Steve forced a chuckle, avoiding all your waiting gazes. "Yeah, it's true. I was. I used to work for the New York magazine."

"Why'd you stop?" Bucky's voice surprised you. It was the first time you’ve actually heard him talk to Steve first, except that time when you first introduced them.

Steve's eyes met Bucky's. A strange atmosphere picked up. You couldn't quite point out why. "I was sticking my nose up where it didn't belong." He replied. "I got fired because of that. Boss said I was too... intuitive."

"Isn't that what journalists should be exactly?" You asked.

"Too much of something is bad too, I guess." He shrugged, retreating back his eyes.

"Huh." You said, observing Steve. Eyes stolid. Bearing no emotions at all. "Well, look who's good at keeping secrets. Steve Rogers."

He hummed. "We all got secrets."

And then Nick revealed a ridiculous secret ("I hate the bank! I don't have a bank account!") that lightened up the mood.

The night went on after that, Steve avoiding any questions you had about this past life of his. Nick had the most ridiculous questions followed by Peter. But the night had to end as well. Thankfully, it ended sober.

Leaving Steve, Nat and Nick behind, Bucky, you and Peter headed up the stairs, the elevator ride filled with deafening silence. One you very much loathed. Between Bucky and you was Peter. It was killing you not to touch Bucky.

Bucky left, merely dropping you off in your apartment. He told you he'd come by tomorrow morning to get his stuff that was still in Peter's room.

It killed you not being able to kiss Bucky good night, watching his back getting smaller and disappearing behind the elevator. Peter closed the door after that.

"Boy, I'm tired." You yawned, stretching your arms up. "I'm gonna go ahead. It's nice to have you back, Parker."

Before you could even go to your room and have a nice sleep, Peter called for your name. You lazily replied.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you do it, y/n?"

Confused, you turned around, meeting his gaze. "What?"

"The project with Sam." He said, walking towards you. His footsteps were heavy in each step. As heavy as his voice was becoming. "Bucky convinced you. Why'd you say yes?"

Trepidation filled your body. A kind of weakness you loathed. But you tried hard to stand on your ground, masking your anxiousness.

The noises outside the apartment, out on the streets mirrored the voices in your head.

"It was a big business opportunity." you found your voice. "A collaboration. And I didn't have much choice knowing that I was going to get fired."

But it seemed like Peter chose not to listen. "For years, I have been trying to get you to work with me. Years, y/n. Years." He sighed in exasperation. His eyes were bloodshot, tears badly wanting to escape. "Why couldn't you have said yes to me?"

His last words were so strong and sharp like a knife piercing right through your flesh, leaving you to bleed out in the open. You opened your mouth to speak, to say something, to say that you were sorry but unfortunately, no words came out. Peter breathed, releasing his strong gaze. "Good night, y/n."

He left you standing there in the middle of the room, realizing now that it would be harder to tell him about you and Bucky. Once you finally had the energy to carry your weight towards your room, you treaded towards it slowly and opened the door, only to be met by a soft knock on your window.

You nearly jumped at the sight outside the window.

"Jesus, Bucky!" you hissed, immediately closing the door behind. You opened the window and let him inside, closing it afterwards. "How did you get there?"

He was panting, trying to catch his breath. "Fire escape."

"It's freezing cold outside." you scolded, grabbing him your blanket and wrapping it around his huge figure.

"I know." he replied. "Maybe you can warm me up." A cheeky smile started to play on his lips as he approached you.

You giggled. "Bucky, not now."

"I'm sorry, doll. I just couldn't leave without a good night kiss."

My heart melted at his words. You placed your hand on his jaw and pecked his lips. He pulled you in closer. You smiled in the kiss.

"Neither can I."

You kissed a little bit more, a bit more passion this time, the window framing you perfectly in the nighttime.

You pulled away, feeling a bit guilty about Peter in his room.

"We need to talk, James." You said, breaking what was a lovely atmosphere. You’ve already had two confrontations today. What was another one?

You sat on the bed and patted the space beside you. Bucky frowned, sitting beside you. "What's wrong?"

"Peter's kind of upset with me accepting your offer to work with Sam." you went straight to the point. "He's been trying to get me to work with him in his company he works at ever since he got the job but I've always declined. And now, I think he's mad or even jealous that I said yes to you. God, you should've seen him, Buck. His eyes were so wide, and red. I've never seen him like that. It didn't look like Peter at all."

It took him quite a while before he spoke. "Do you regret taking up the offer?"

"What, heavens no!" You answered. "Bucky, this has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. You're one of them too, of course." You said, seeing his doe-like eyes once more. "I'm just getting a bit more scared now. What if there is no right time for us to tell him? What then?"

He clasped your hands with his large ones, making you stop your trembling. You didn't even notice your hands shaking until now. "There will be a right time, y/n. Right now, we just have to keep this our little secret for a while until we can tell him."

"What happens when he doesn't approve of this?" You started to ramble on once more. "Of us? What happens then?"

"Sweetheart, you don't know what's going to happen but we'll make it work."

You didn't respond. You just kept staring at your joined hands.

"I promise." He added.

You finally nodded, releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Okay."

"Now, if it's okay with you." He moved a little bit closer, kissing your cheek. "I can spend the night here." Another on the other. "With you." then on your lips.

"Peter's in the other room." you whispered in the kiss, amazed at how the mood changed so quickly.

"That's why I'm gonna need you to be quiet, babydoll."

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spencerreidslove · 3 years

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Hi! Do you know that one episode where the unsub froze his victims to death? I think they were meant to survive to join a cult or something like that, but yeah. I was wondering if you could write something like that (doesn’t necessarily have to be based in that ep) but the reader is kidnapped or something by the unsub and he starts to freeze her or idk and then the team arrives? Could it also be Platonic!Bau x reader, but spencer and reader r together? I hope that made sense. Thank you!!

A/N: I tried to stick to this episode as much as I could, but it’s been a minute since I’ve seen the episode so I probably went off from the actual plot. Also, sorry this took me 80 years to write!

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Spending nearly a week in some random town in the middle of nowhere, Ohio was not how you wanted to spend time.

But that came with the job. The BAU has orginally been called in due to bodies that had been frozen to death. No new bodies had turned up and the team was facing a dead end.

You placed a hand on your husband’s shoulder as the rubbed his eye so hard you thought it might pop out.

“Spence, honey, look away from the board for five minutes.” You said.

“I need to finish this geographical profile.” Spencer muttered.

“Spencer. It’s nearly midnight, Hotch told everyone to go to the hotel nearly an hour ago.” You said, leaning into Spencer’s side and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“You go ahead. I’ll stay and work on the profile.” Spencer said.

“What did you say when you married me?” You asked.

“Huh?”

“Spencer, what did you say when you married me?”

“Lots of things. Be more specific.”

“About always being there. Be there by coming back to the hotel.”

Spencer laughed a little bit. “I think you’re twisting that a little bit. Look, go ahead and I’ll be there within half an hour.” Off your look he said: “If not, then I will owe you. Seriously.”

“Fine. Half an hour. I’ll be counting.” You said, grabbing your bag. You waved at Spencer as you made your way out of the precinct.

The hotel was nearby so you decided to walk. You were almost at the hotel when you heard someone call out from behind you.

“Excuse me? Ms?” The voice called out.

“Yeah?” You asked, turning around. Years at the FBI had made you cautious, so you kept your distance and crossed your arms so your hand was over your gun.

“Can you point me in the direction of 48th street?” The man asked.

You made a rookie mistake. You turned away from the man and looked at the road behind you. “I think it might be-“

You felt a sharp pain in between your shoulder blades; maybe a needle. Before you could figure out what it was your vision started to cloud and you felt yourself falling.

“Spencer.” You muttered before your eyes closed.

“Kid...Kid!” Morgan shook Reid’s shoulder.

“I wasn’t sleeping!” Reid cried, shaking himself awake. Morgan laughed. “Sure you weren’t. Did you sleep here?”

“I must’ve.” Spencer said, looking around at the table in front of him. “I was working in the geographical profile. I fell asleep.”

The rest of the team funneled into the room, and Spencer excused himself to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.

When he returned to the room, something was off. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked.

“We thought you knew.” JJ said.

“No, she left for the hotel late last night. I stayed here.” Spencer said.

“She wasn’t in the lobby this morning.” Emily said.

At that very moment, a uniformed officer walked past the room, holding a bag that looked very familiar.

“Sir.” The unie said, sticking his head in the room to talk to the detective in charge. “I was out canvassing and I saw this bag on the ground. You said it’s by where this guy’s looking.”

He held out the bag, handing it to the detective. The detective opened it, looking through the wallet. “This purse belongs to one...Y/N Reid.”

The world was falling from below Spencer’s feet. He must’ve fallen back into a chair because the next thing he knew he was sitting with his head between his legs.

“Breathe, Spencer, you need to breathe.” JJ said, rubbing small circles on his back.

“I-she was supposed to go to the hotel-and she-“ Spencer knew he was hyperventilating but he couldn’t stop.

“Reid, we’re going to find her but in order for that to work you need to calm down first.” Morgan said.

“I can’t-she...she’s gone.”

Cold.

It was the only thing you could feel. Maybe Spencer had turned the thermostat down again and had taken all the blankets with him.

“Spence...blankets. Hand ‘em over.” You mumbled, rolling on your side.

You tried to reach out a hand to grab them, but you couldn’t move your arm.

You furrowed your brows as you slowly opened your eyes. Then you remembered. You weren’t at home in bed with Spencer.

Man. Needle. Falling.

The thoughts came back to you slowly. When you finally opened your eyes you looked around, seeing you were in some sort of dark room.

It was freezing.

“Freezing...” you said. “Oh shit.”

You rolled your head back and looked down at yourself. Your hands and feet your tied together, explaining why you couldn’t move them.

The door to the freezer opened. “Good, you’re awake. It’s always so much more fun when they’re awake.” The same man who got you said.

“Let me go.” You said.

“No.”

“Look, you don’t want to do this. I’m in the FBI. You know what will happen if you kill me?”

“I know. I only took you because you’re a Fed.”

The man stepped closer to you. Grabbing you roughly by the rope, he made you sit up. He punched you. And then again. And then again.

“He has to have some sort of industrial freezer.” Hotch said, putting his hands on the desk.

Spencer still hadn’t fully calmed down. He had now swung the way of throwing himself into work. He stared at the same geographical profile he had been working on the night before.

Every time he looked at it, all he could think about was you telling him to come back to the hotel with you. And him refusing.

“Kid. Step away from the map. Let someone else take a look for a moment.” Morgan said.

“I can’t do that.” Spencer said.

“Fine. Then come with me to eat something. You need it.”

“I can’t do that either. Y/N is missing, so I’m not going to stop working.”

Morgan left his side for a moment. Then, he returned and took the pen out of Spencer’s hand.

“Hey!” Spencer called.

“You can get this back in five minutes. Take a break, pretty boy.” Morgan said.

Spencer sighed and followed Morgan out into the hallway twoards a vending machine.

The pair stood in silence for a moment. “It’s my fault.” Spencer muttered.

“Reid, what?” Morgan said.

“Y/N-she kept telling me to come back to the hotel. I said she should go ahead without me and I’d be there in half an hour. If I had just gone with her she wouldn’t have been taken.”

“Spencer, you can’t blame yourself for that. If you would’ve been there, you might’ve both been taken. You you could have been killed. We can’t go back and change last night, but we can work to find this son of a bitch. And to do that you need to be present, not nearly passing out.”

Spencer sighed and took the bag of chips Morgan was holding out to him.

A few minutes later they returned to the room, where the group was huddled around a table.

“We might have something.” Hotch said.

“Garcia, taking into account Y/N’s abduction site, how many people in that area have industrial freezers?” Rossi asked.

“Just one. A Stewart Hull. Sending his home and work to you now. Go get out girl back.” Garcia said.

You had been left in the freezer alone again. The man had punched you several more times and turned the temperature down. You were 90% sure there were icicles on your eyelashes.

The door opened again. “Well, Little Ms. Fed, our time has been fun. But I think it’s time to end it.” The man said. He was wearing a full snow suit and was holding some sort of machine.

“Time for the freeze.” He said.

This is it. You thought. And I’m never going to see Spencer again.

You closed your eyes, preparing for the cold to hit you. But, just as you thought it was going to happen, you heard a familiar voice.

“Stewart Hull, step away from the freezer.”

JJ? You thought. You opened your eyes again to see her standing across from the man.

Afterwards, when asked to recall what happened, you won’t remeber much, other than the feeling of cold, the man yelling, and then gunshots.

Soon, JJ was beside you, calling for a medic, and untying you.

“Y/N, it’s going to ok.”

“Cold...” your teeth chattered. “Spence...”

“He’s here, he’ll be here any moment, just hold on.”

Then the cold took you.

You woke up to beeping. As you’d lowly opened your eyes, you realized you were in the hospital.

You blinked a few times and turned your head to the side, spotting Garcia sitting in a chair next to your bed, typing away on a computer.

“Penelope.” You muttered.

She looked up from her computer, jumping out of the chair.

“Mrs. Dr.! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” She cried, wrapping you in one of her signature Penelope Garcia hugs.

“How long have I been out?” You asked.

“2 days. They said you had early stages of frostbite.” Garcia said.

“Spencer?” You asked, looking around your hospital room.

“The Boy Wonder is down the hall getting some food. Morgan practically had to drag him down there. He hasn’t left you.”

“Could you got get him please?” You asked.

“Y/N?” Your husband’s voice said from behind Garcia.

“I’ll give you two a minute.” She said, leaving the room.

Spencer looked like a mess, you probably did too. “Hey.” You said.

Spencer dropped his bag and came up beside the bed, wrapping his arms around you. “Please don’t ever leave me again.”

“Not if I can help it.” You said.

“I’m so sorry.” Spencer said, his shoulders shaking a little bit.

“For what?” You said, holding him tighter. He was crying, you realized.

“I should’ve left with you.” Spencer said.

“Never mind that. We’re both here now.” You said.

You both say like that for a while, Spencer and you embracing.

“However, I think you were more than half an hour late to the hotel, so you do still owe me.” You said, trying to make a joke.

“I owe you for the rest of my life.” Spencer said.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

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kai-uh-arcadian · 3 years

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hi love!

can u write a hitch imagine where she and f!reader get high and go to a party and the reader and hitch separate, like the reader goes to play beer pong with connie sasha and jean while hitch goes to historia and annie to dance and reader watches her dance and pulls hitch with her to the bathroom and they fuck?

Hi my darling!!! I hope this encapsulated what you’re imagining!!

Full Disclosure: I do not know how to write smut nor have I ever attempted SOOOOO if anyone would like to expand on this with smut PLEASE GO AHEAD!!! The ending is open ended for smut but if you’re not into that it still makes perfect sense as is,

I apologize I couldn’t execute the entire ask but I hope you still enjoy! (:

DRUNK CONFESSIONS Hitch x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Mentions of drug use (weed, alcohol), being drunk/high, minor cussing

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- “I’m here�� you texted Hitch as you pulled into her driveway

- Your phone lit up and read “sorry I CANNOT come anymore, my fish is really sad rn😪😪😪”

- Two things:

- One: Hitch is already outside waiting for you with her backpack (filled with her overnight stuff)

- Two: she doesn’t even fucking have a fish?😾😾😾😾

- She gets into your car to which you greet her with “ah hi Bitch… I mean Hitch! DaMN I thought your fish was in distress?

- “Well be glad “Bitch” is here because she’s the one giving you free weed dumbass” she remarks while (sort of gently) punching your arm

- “Ooo, do I get the hot girl discount?” You smirk at her

- “Shut the fuck up!” She says sarcastically and starts to blush “just drive already” she shifts her knees toward the passenger door

- You got babygirl flustered😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

- You begin your car ride to Sasha’s house

- The Blouse’s were on a 3-day vacation to who-knows-where, all we knew is that Sasha was having a lowkey get together

- The guest list consisted of Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Historia, Marlo, Ymir, Annie, Mikasa, Connie, Mina, Reiner, and Bertholt

- You arrived in the Blouse driveway and Hitch begins to pull out grape swisher pack container a blunt

- “Ahhhh~ look at this pearl I rolled!!” She holds it up in awe then shortly begins to light it

- You’re lucky your cars interiors is all leather and you have until tomorrow to air it out

- (You never smoke in your car nor let anyone smoke in your car but Hitch is the only exception cause she’s cute)

- You both share the blunt that is apparently “this amazing strain called Sour Diesel she got from her dealer for free because she made out with him”

- After about what seems like 2 hours (it was actually about 15 minutes) you both are pretty fckn stoned and decide to head in

- You let the group chat know you and trouble arrive and head for the door

- “Mikasa!” You exclaim and hug her as she opens the door

- “What did you say? It’s too loud in here…” she deadpans

- 🦗🦗🦗🦗

- “Huh? There’s no music playing tho…..😅” you reply

- Mikasa sees the gears working in you and Hitch’s head as you’re trying to process the “joke” she just said

- To give you a hint, she sniffs the air

- 👃🏼👃🏼👃🏼

- “OHHHHHHHH!!!!” You and Hitch say in unison after realizing she was insinuating you REEKED of weed

- “Dumb and dumber arrived!!” Mikasa announces to the gang

- You and Hitch head to the guest bedroom upstairs to drop of your overnight bags

- You both return to the basement only for you to be pulled to one half to play pong and Hitch to the other to go take shots with Annie

- Before the game starts Connie tells “YOOO let’s see who can shotgun the fastest!!”

- Why would you ever turn that down????😩 free beer

- You, Jean, Connie, and Sasha all puncture your cans and begin to go

- Ofc you win🥸🥸🥸 You’re a natural

- “That’s not fair!! I started later, I didn’t know we were supposed to go on “1”!!??” Sasha exclaims, declaring a rematch to which you all oblige

- “3, 2, 1” Mikasa counts down for you guys

- One rematch turned into 2 more 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- Now you’re 4 beers in and the night is barely starting

- the night continues on and pong has turned into a game of “Whichever team loses has to shotgun”

- Lemme tell you, Jean is DEAD WEIGHT

- bitch got no aim???👿

- Sasha and Connie are absolutely obliterating You and Jean so at this point it’s safe to say you’re about 9, Natty Ice’s in and about 3 shots that Hitch kept handing you in

- Speaking of Hitch….

- Where the fuck is she??

- Your dizzy eyes begin to scan the basement— she can only be in so many places down here

- as you’re getting distracted, Sasha and Connie decide to leave the pong table to do God knows what and Jean runs after them

- You decide it’s best to ignore whatever the fuck kind of trouble they’re getting themselves into

- That’s when you see it

- Historia, Mikasa (?!?!?!!), Annie (?!?!?!?), and Hitch making a Tik Tok

- For reference it’s this dance

- You can Ymir practically drooling over Historia and then yelling at Reiner for doing the same

- Marlo is drooling at Hitch

- The sight of Marlo alone ignited a fire of pure rage inside of you

- everyone, including Hitch, knows that he blatantly pines over her… some people even think they’d look cute together but who knows what Hitch thinks??? Does she like him back?

- ahhh~ your head is crowded with so many thoughts right now and decide to silence them with a disgusting shot of Pink Whitney left by your side from Hitch

- is this JEALOUSY????

- your throat and the pit of your stomach burns as the shot goes down but not as hot as the left side of your chest at the sight you’re seeing right now

- You find Historia, Mikasa and Annie VERY attractive bUT you cannot take your eyes off of Hitch

- It’s rude to stare but goddamn, she’s in a white tennis skirt that when she moves JUST enough you can see part of her bare ass

- (Go touch grass later)

- 1 of the 4 girls take turns (unintentionally) messing up causing them to retake the Tik Tok

- You are NOT complaining tho👀👀👀

- They FINALLY get the dance down

- Hitch comes over and stands in between your legs that are dangling off the table you’re sitting on and wraps her arms around your waist

- Marlo shoots you a look and you were about to say something to him but Hitch guides your chin back with her finger so you were looking at her again👿👿👿

- “Soooo~ what’d you think?” She slurs getting closer to your face with a mischievous look in her eyes

- If looks could kill, Marlo would have your head right about now

- MISS GIRL I COULD GET DRUNK IF YOUR BREATH😷😷😷

- “Huh? About what” you play dumb hoping she didn’t notice you blatantly staring

- “Sweetie you would’ve caught flies if you kept your mouth open any longer” she says right in your ear causing you to get goosebumps

- So she definitely noticed you staring

- And played into it😐😐😐

- You took the bait and she won this round

- She nuzzles her head into your chest and oh my god her scent intoxicates you

- A mix of vodka, a bit of sweat (naturally,,,, bitch just got done dancing her life away), strawberry herbal essence shampoo, and a shit ton of Victoria’s Secret bombshell perfume(or Tease, I can’t decide)

- “I have to pee~~ can you come with” she says grabbing your hand without waiting for your answer

- What’s up with drunk girls and tag team bathroom breaks

- (On a real note, I’ve been to a handful of parties and my friends always ask me to help them in the bathroom like what am I gonna do? Wipe their ass for them? Cheer them on like YES GIRL GO PISS!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳)

- Anyways

- She pulls you into the bathroom, does her business as you face the wall, washes her hands and youre ABOUT to open the door when pins you against the door slamming it shut

- “You’re an idiot???” she looks up at you with tears brimming at her eyes

- You’re just as drunk/high as she is (if not more??) she CANNOT blame you for not picking up the subtle hints

- You gave her this abhorrently shocked and confused face

- “Hitch wait what why are you crying I’m so sorry what did I do” you begin to ramble in panic

- “What did I do uhh I’m so sorry how can I fix thi—“

- She cuts you off by smashing her lips against yours

- This has to be a dream or just drunk Hitch actions because she is a flirty drunk so you don’t want to get your hopes up

- “That’s how you can fix it~” she hiccups as a tear goes down her face

- “I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t want to ruin anything so I kept it in for so long but I just can’t anymore” now SHES rambling

- “Just *hic* seeing you everyday, being so close to you and not *hic* being able to do anything about it hurts so bad but I just had to get this out so I’ll leave you alone afte—“

- Now you cut off her rambling with a slightly less aggressive and more passionate kiss

- The smile on her face is the cutest mixture of shocked and pure happiness🥺🥺🥺

- “I want the exact opposite of you leaving me alone, I’ve liked you for so long Hitch” you kiss her forehead and she just happily sobs/giggles like a child into your chest

“Don’t tell Hitch this, but she’s everything I wanted and more” you give her a small chuckle, looking away as your cheeks turn pink

“I won’t say a word idiot” she says kissing the top of your nose

Anyone, Feel free to delete any part of the ending if you’d like to add the smut part of this request!! Hope you enjoyed

- K ( :

#hitch x reader #hitch dreyse #hitch headcanons #hitch aot #send me requests please #hitch dreyse head canons #attack on titan

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jaedreaminn · 3 years

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My Snack

Pairings: Reader x Jaemin ♡

Genre: Fluff, Crack.

Word Count: 2.6k

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Stupid. That's what you call yourself (Jaemin too and your parents and your friends and your neighbour and the lady down the street) on a regular basis.

There standing in front of you laughing his ass off was your best friend, Na Jaemin. You were standing in the middle of your school courtyard, covered from head to toe in your long awaited lunch- spaghetti. Such a pity.

It wasn't your fault that the loud sounds from Renjun and Haechan trying their best to taunt the other were distracting, or the fact that Jeno was near them trying to befriend a cat (where had it even come from) who kept hissing at him and was this close to scratching him had caught your attention, so you could help but slightly worry or the fact that the youngest two devils, Chenle and Jisung had brought a fake can of worms and were dumping them in Haechan's satchel and the thought of how Haechan (who hates any form of insects) would react was playing in your brain. Maybe it was also the way Jaemin had smiled at the two 'Angelic Devil's' as he liked to call them but then noticed your arrival and winked and blew a kiss towards your direction like the flirt he was, was what made you trip on your own feet. Launching your favourite dish of spaghetti high into the air and land straight on your head a second later. Nope, no you definitely didn't trip because of a kiss. It was the other thing distracting you, and it was gravities fault the plate fell back onto your head.

Somehow, you couldn't seem to get mad at the fact that Jaemin was laughing at you instead of helping you because of how his eyes lit up when he laughed and how his low chuckles calmed you.

So instead you did what anybody else would do in that situation. You stood there stuck to the ground and pouted.

Looking at your sulking state Jaemin beamed at you and made his way towards your spaghetti covered self taking off bits of it off your hair.

“You know,” he said his infamous smirk playing on his chapped but pretty lips “I get that your stubborn, but I didn't think you'd go that far t- OW!” As realisation on what he was saying dawned on you a punch to his gut was all you needed to shut him up. Maybe not. “You know what you said and now-ow ooowwwww ow ow ow OK I'll shut Ow OOW UP!” You glared at him as you threw a series of punches his way to make sure he shuts up. Plus, he was a dramatic ass, and you knew none of your punches ever hurt him.

“I know what you're going to say,” you said and Jaemin opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could “Don't you dare say that” you cut him off, venom in your voice and Jaemin knew better than to anger you more than he already had.

“Oh well,” Jaemin sighed in defeat as he wiped the sauce off your face. How romantic. “Lunch is coming to an end, and you need to get changed. So I'll buy you a sandwich from the cafeteria and sneak it to you during Maths” and he smiled. Cute you thought, in a platonic many years of friendship way of course.

You simply nodded and made your way towards your locker where your spare change of clothes was when you had a thought which made you smirk in victory crossed your head. You immediately turned on your heels and yelled in a devilishly sweet voice “Jaemin-ahh”

He looked at you confused and so did the rest of your friends who didn't do anything to help and just laughed at you and go back to the bickering.

“You're the first person to approach me,” you said, and you could practically see the screws turning in Jaemins head “You know what I said.” you said in a sickeningly sweet tone and Jaemins jaw dropped as low as Felix's jaw when he realised he's terribly screwed in the year-end UNO tournament, and Jaemin stood there dumbfounded finally realising what's happening.

“You know what this means” you sang out more than said as you waved at him and sent him a wink and a flying kiss, turning on your heels and skipping away. You liked to think that maybe after years of watching the master flirt you've learnt a good amount to have actually made Jaemin blush.

You definitely weren't affected by what you said AT ALL. If anyone said you tripped a bit more with each skip you took they were as blind as your principal Lee Soo Man.

Jaemin on the other hand did. He really did blush as you walked away.

Jeno walked up to the now shyly smiling Jaemin “So what did y/n say?”

Jaemin didn't answer staring off into the distance, so Jeno pinched him making him yelp and glared at the boy who glared back, and let's be honest no one wants to be caught in a glare down with Jeno so Jaemin simply sighed and said “She said she's a snack” and Jeno raises an eyebrow as if asking Jaemin to go on not convinced that just all she had said.

“So I obviously denied it and y/n being stubborn as she is said that guys would like her even if she's covered from head to toe in actual food” by now everyone was carefully listening to the conversation.

“I told her she's delusional”

“Then” Jisungs soft voice asked anticipating what was to happen next.

Jaemin sighed and looked at the floor “She bet that she would do it and the first person to approach her when she's covered from head to toe in food is the person she's going to date” there was a one-second pause.

And then the loud laughter coming from their group made a lot of heads turn. Chenle fell to the ground laughing, dragging poor Jisung who he was earlier leaning on with him too. Hyuck had tears in his eyes and was holding onto Jeno who was doing the same all while hysterically laughing. Renjun tried and failed not to laugh and instead tried to comfort Jaemin but his red face and watery eyes weren't exactly subtle.

However, between Renjun’s laughing or chocking no one could tell he managed to get out a “That's why the great flirt Na Jaemin was flustered” and somehow the laughs got louder. Jaemin just stood there turning all shades of pink and red.

Finally, when the laughter calmed down a bit Haechan looked at the pouting Jaemin “Aww poor Nana got himself into a mess again here let me give you some candy to cheer you up” and reached into his satchel. Jisung and Chenle sat up straight looking at Haechan in anticipation and Renjun and Jeno also looked.

Haechan on the other hand was clueless and was just trying to pull out candy from his never ending stash of candy when “It should be right- AAAAAAHHHHH!” The bag flew five kilometres away from the way Heachan launched it across the ground upon seeing this 'slimy legless wiggling poop insects' as he likes to call them in his bag.

Chenle and Jisung immediately snickered and gave each other a high five giving themselves away as the culprits to Haechan who was glaring daggers at them. They realised that they were discovered when Heachan yelled and charged at them ready to strangle both, so they started running away from the very VERY angry Haechan yelling all sorts of profanities at them.

This time Renjun didn't hold back his laughter instead, he laughed so hard he fell on his but causing the demonic duo to stop and laugh but run as soon as they realise Haechan is still trying to murder them.

Jeno shook his head at the sight and smiled. He then turned and walked towards Jaemin who was zoning out again.

“So....” Jeno started and Jaemin looked at him “You and y/n are dating now?”

Jaemin sighed.

Jeno tripped and fell onto the floor.

Jisung had crashed into Jeno.

He was laughing at Chenle who had tripped over the Renjun who was laughing his ass off on the grass and fell face flat while running away from Hyuck.

Haechan couldn't stop himself from running.

He tripped over Jeno and Jisung too.

Everyone was on the floor.

There was lots of shouting.

And laughing.

And Jaemin answered Jeno's question as this all took place in sequence like Domino's.

He whispered a quite 'yes' and walked away.

No one noticed.

Everyone was now on the floor all tangled up yelling at each other to get up first.

No one noticed Jaemin's smile as he walked away either.

...

You got your promised sandwich in your shared math class with Jaemin. You felt a little too bold today, so you sent another wink and flying kiss his way.

You may have also overly enjoyed his flustered face, so you held his hand as you walked to your next shared class P.E. and you may have smiled in triumph when Jaemins cheeks turned pink and he got all shy.

You also may have been a little too bold so when no one was looking you kissed his hand and then skipped away. And maybe that felt a little more than Platonic to you.

That's the thing it was always maybe, you never had a definite choice of words because you were always confused, so it was always maybe.

School soon ended, and you waited for the only person who walks home with you because you go the same way- Jaemin. You knew that he would be late. He always was. Every Wednesday. He shared his last class with Oh Miri, and he always helps her pack up and carries her things for her to her locker. It's because he obviously likes her. And you think they'll be a cute couple and you'll be happy if Jaemin finally asks her out. You really will be happy for him. Really.

You bid goodbye to Renjun and Chenle as they both head home. You said bye to Jeno too as you pass the turf where he has his practices. You see Haechan at the gate and wave bye to him too. Jisung and you talk about a new way to prank Renjun this time before he too has to leave.

You frown now and look at the time on your phone, was Jaemin latter than usual? Turns out he wasn't late and the low voice that whispered “missed me?” which startled you a bit, confirmed it. You turned around to come face to face with Jaemins smile that you are convinced produces light because of how bright it was.

“So...babe, how was your day?” Jaemin asked cheeky smile on his face. You shook your head and chuckled slightly as you answered him “It was good Nana you can stop joking around now”.

You saw Jaemins smile falter for a second. Or maybe you just imagined that. Nope, no definitely did not imagine that because now he was full on pouting.

“You're already breaking up with me y/n? But I thought we loved each other” he said using his sad baby voice.

You roll your eyes at his antics and held onto his arm ready to drag him “Come on Nana we need to go home”

“Aww but today's our first day! Shouldn't I get a first kiss!” Jaemin protested still not moving as you tried to pull him. Thank god you were facing another direction so he couldn't see how much that made your face heat up and how flustered it made you. You knew he was only joking. Right. His tone didn't sound the least bit serious. You're just imagining things.

You gave him, what you hoped sounded like a small laugh instead of a strangled one “Seriously stop kidding I'm pretty sure it won't help with your Oh Miri situation”

It was weird to see Jaemin so confused, but maybe it was because he was confused about how you knew about his crush when he hasn't told anyone yet.

“What situation with Oh Miri...?” Jaemin asked still confused. Still keeping up the act huh.

“Oh please, I know you like her and chill I'll help you out if you want. I don't really see any reason for you to hide your crush on her. She's really sweet and you two would make a cute couple and if you keep up this act it might be misleading to her considering she's still around and will think you're taken” you kept in rambling but stopped when you saw Jaemins blank expressionless face.

The atmosphere felt awkward, so you said a “yea...” to kind of end your entire ramble and to cut through the sudden silence.

“Oh” was all that Jaemin said.

“Yep”

“So I win?”

“Huh?”

“I win don't I?”

“What?”

“The bet”

“Bet…?”

“You didn't date me, you owe me” Jaemin simply said shrugging.

Then realisation dawned on you, you bet him that you would date the first person that came up to you.

You sighed in defeat “Fine you win. Where do I treat you this time”?

“Not just treat me” Jaemin shook his head “Take me out on a date where you of course pay” he smiled that stupid smile of his and your jaw dropped.

“If you think about it you're losing without actually loosing” he smiled.

And you kept looking at him in shock. But what about Oh Miri...?

“See you didn't date me” he fake pouted “But I wanted to date you and since I won the bet and could ask for whatever I'm asking you to date me” Jaemin smiled his mischievous smile.

”I-” you started but couldn't form a single sentence.

“It's okay I know my genius left you speechless.” he said putting his hand on your head and leaning on it.

“I got a free meal and a girlfriend because you can't win bets” he smirked and ran for it because now you snapped out of your dazed moment and were ready to jump him.

Jerk played you like a guitar.

“THIS IS CHEATING” you yelled as you chased him all the way home.

You did catch up to him enough to throw your pencil case at his head. He whined. You smiled. He smiled. Things went good.

You went on that date. The two of you were official now.

You were always indecisive about your feelings and always stuck on maybe so Jaemin just made the right decision for you.

“You know you should ask me to be your girlfriend properly” you had said on your date.

“You want dramatic?”

“No-”

“I'll give you dramatic” Jaemin had replied with a smirk.

You should have known not to trust that smirk because trouble (for you) always followed it.

Trouble happened Friday morning.

There in the center of the hallway stood your boyfriend with a shit eating grin. The reason for that grin being the hallway that was entirely covered with posters of your face poorly edited onto a burger with the wordings 'My Snack' on it.

You shut your eyes and slowly inhaled and slowly exhaled through gritted teeth.

Your eyes snapped open.

“I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU JAEMIN NA”

“YOU CAN'T YOU LOVE ME” was heard at the end of the hallway form Jaemin who had already bolted.

“Then you better run cus I'm breaking your Legs!”

“Already running!” The now barely audible voice of a rapidly retreating Jaemin was heard.

Bonus:

You brought Jaemin coffee because you felt bad for attacking him.

“I can kiss you now but what more has changed” Jaemin sat pouting with his coffee in his hand after being attacked by you.

You laughed and kissed him.

#nct #jaemin #jaemin imagines #fanfic #nct imagines #fluff #idk what this is #first imagine #okay i really dont know how to tag

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mintymiknow · 3 years

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Trust Fall - ch. 16 | Lee Minho

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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Reader

Summary: As the mission is set into motion, even more confusion and tension arises, leaving betrayals and twists in its wake.

Genre: Secret agent/spy au, romance, angst, action

Word count: Approx. 4k

Warnings for this chapter: Genre-typical violence and blood due to action/fight scenes

A/N: I’m so so so so sorry for making everyone wait for so long! Also, don’t worry about a shorter chapter; this is mostly action (which I cannot write for my life, sorry). And, more of the story will take place in ch. 17, which is why I made this shorter. I can’t ever apologize enough for the long wait and then this chapter is just short. So very sorry. College has been hell and I still have yet to finish my other papers. For now, here is the next chapter! Have fun, and don’t hesitate to drop an ask for any questions or comments!

The meeting room’s door swung open, revealing another individual walking in. Baek and his companion stand up to bow in greeting, while Jung nods his head. Chan and Minho spare a quick glance before turning their attention back to Dr. Baek. The whole group then settles down, Baek pulling out a briefcase that has the newcomer’s eyes glistening with glee.

Meanwhile, as you and Felix watch through his laptop’s screen, you gently nudge his arm, “What did Changbin say?”

“He’s not responding.” Felix says calmly, but his eyes carry the same amount of worry as you, “I’m trying to get HQ to help but...they can’t reach him either.”

You take a deep breath and mutter to yourself, “What are you up to, Minho?”

The younger agent next to you is tapping away on his laptop, doing all sorts of complex, overly technical things to try and get a sense of the situation. After a few seconds, however, his laptop’s speakers crackle with faint static, signalling some semblance of audio.

“Y/n, they’re starting negotiations.” Felix says quietly.

You shift closer to the laptop, both of you now listening intently to what was being said in the meeting room.

“I am correct in assuming that you will be supplying me with several crates of your...new serum, Dr. Baek?” the newcomer says.

Baek nods his head, “Indeed, Mr. Choi. The ones inside this briefcase are just a taste. My team is on standby at the agreed rendezvous point with the rest of the supplies.”

Choi nods, leaning forward from where he sits, sharp eyes now on Jung and the agents, “I’m surprised the country’s top security organization is part of this scheme.”

Jung chuckles lowly, “No, don’t get mistaken. SKZ is not involved. Just…” the man looks at Chan and Minho, “...a select few.”

“I see.” Choi hums before pulling out his own briefcase.

The man opens it to reveal wads of cash as payment for their trade. He slides the case over to Baek and nods, “More than enough, I would suspect.”

Baek smirks, uncrossing his arms as his eyes land on the bills, “More than enough, Mr. Choi. Of course, you’ll be getting your share, Jung.”

“I’d hate it if I didn’t.” Jung chuckles, his tone much too light for the situation.

Choi stands up, the briefcase with serums now tightly clutched in his hand. “Well, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, business calls. I believe we should adjourn this meeting now, gentlemen.” he adjusts his suit jacket.

Choi then extends his hand to seal the deal with the other two men in the room, shaking hands with both Jung and Baek. He merely nods at Chan and Minho who ignore him. Afterwards, the whole group steps out of the meeting room, walking out as if nothing had happened.

However, a few steps into the empty foyer of this particular area, a gunshot is heard and barely misses Baek’s head by a centimeter. The sudden commotion causes everyone to halt in their steps; Choi looks around anxiously for his bodyguards, Baek yells at his own men to take action, Jung remains calm, and Minho and Chan pull their guns out instantly.

It all then happens in a flash - men from all sides are rushing into the foyer, guns readied as a shoot-out takes place.

Minho and Chan stick back-to-back, covering each other as they aim for their respective targets. Jung joins in, displaying his skill as the head of SKZ by taking out as many enemies as possible; by enemies, these were any men who were shooting at him, whether from Choi or Baek’s side, or even his own men.

Chan and Minho are separated as a large, buff enemy lunges for Minho and tackles him to the ground. As per training, Chan continues to fend off his own enemies, switching to physical combat as a group of three pounces at him with knives.

Minho skillfully blocks and dodges his opponent’s violent punches, but the large man’s power is no joke, and each impact on Minho’s arms will surely land bruises later on. One particular punch sends Minho a few steps back, and the enemy pairs it with a speedy kick that pushes the agent to the floor. The wind is knocked out of his lungs, taking a few seconds to regain his bearings. However, the opponent is towering above him, ready to pummel his head with a flurry of punches. Minho is able to dodge the first blow, maneuvering on the floor to swipe his leg at the opponent’s ankle, effectively tripping him. With his enemy down, Minho stands up as quickly as he can, but so does the enemy. The two continue to fight it out with punches and kicks, one particular punch splitting Minho’s lip; in fairness, Minho’s high kick gives his opponent a bleeding nose in return.

As the battle draws on, the buff man pulls a blade out of his thigh strap and jabs it towards Minho. Though the blade grazes Minho’s cheek, he’s able to dodge and grab the enemy’s wrist, twisting around so that he could grab the knife from him. Now standing behind the enemy with the latter’s arm twisted in his hold, Minho delivers a powerful kick to his opponent’s back, causing the latter to stumble forward. Before he can recover his footing, Minho throws the knife like a dart, piercing the enemy’s back. With the opponent now weakened, Minho rushes forward, pulls the blade out and lodges it in the enemy’s rib area. The buff man falls to the ground as Minho releases a deep breath.

The male agent takes a look at his surroundings; people are shooting and fighting everywhere - it was absolute chaos with Choi’s men fighting against both Baek’s men and SKZ agents, while Baek’s men fought with SKZ and Choi’s party, and SKZ fought with Baek’s and Choi’s teams. Upon further assessment, however, Minho notices that the men and agents on both sides were now either killed off or escaped. It would seem they did not anticipate that there would be such a large number of protective teams, and Jung only brought in a small team for this mission.

Minho’s eyes fall to Chan who had just killed off the last of either Choi or Baek’s men, and Jung who keeps his gun after shooting another bodyguard. The older agent wipes off the blood on his cheek, “Minho and I are the only ones standing?”

Jung nods, “Doesn’t matter, this was part of the plan. This chaotic distraction was enough for Baek and Choi to escape to the rendezvous spot without the other SKZ agents interfering.”

Chan chews on the inside of his cheek as he nods while looking at all the casualties, “That’s one big bloodbath on all teams.”

“Sacrifices have to be made.” Jung says nonchalantly, “Now, we should follow Choi and Baek to the rendezvous point.”

Minho runs his hand through his hair and sighs, “Felix and y/n are still in the hotel.”

“I thought your feelings for her were an act?” Jung asks, but it’s more of a statement than a question, “Are you having second thoughts?”

A quick hint of irritation flickers in Minho’s eyes before he resumes his callous disposition, “No, it’s just that Felix is also monitoring everything so if he doesn’t see any activity or doesn’t have eyes on the mission, he’s going to take matters in his own hands and investigate.”

Jung lightly taps the gun on his hip, “Then let him. You know what to do if he finds out.”

Minho opens his mouth to speak, but he stops himself as soon as he senses hurried footsteps approaching. The agent narrows his eyes, slowly glancing over to the source.

You and Felix arrive at the scene, the freckled agent making sure that you stood behind him as he slowly lowered his gun. His round eyes scan the area, confusion swimming in them. Meanwhile, you ignore everything else as your eyes find Minho’s.

“Minho.”

- earlier -

As soon as the group of men left the meeting room, Felix closed his laptop shut and stood from the bed. He walked over to the corner of the room where his bag was. “Y/n, sent an encrypted text and says that we should probably head to the hotel’s back lobby right now.” the younger male says, grabbing a small pistol from his bag and slipping it into his belt holster.

You slowly stand up as well, grabbing a jacket, “We promised Minho to stay in here though, Lix.”

The younger bites his lip before nodding, “I know, but these are unprecedented events so we have to improvise every now and then. Besides, these are orders from Changbin.”

“Alright.”

“Oh...and Changbin says the thing Minho gave you might come in handy so...take it with you.”

You open the bedside drawer and grab the pouch that Minho handed to you before he left for the mission hours ago, safely hooking it onto the side of your own belt. Felix then reaches his hand out which you gratefully take before the two of you head out of the room.

The walk to the back lobby of the hotel went by smoothly at first; as you went down two floors, you and Felix were intercepted by four men who seemed to be bodyguards or men for either Baek or Choi. Felix manages to shoot one down before they retaliate, pulling the triggers on their own guns. You and the younger agent seek shelter behind two pillars, closing your eyes so that the cement fragments don’t injure your eyes. A bullet, however, breaks off a part of the pillar and grazes your shoulder, causing you to gasp.

Felix looks at you worriedly, but you assure him with a wave of your hand and a small smile. The younger agent nods, peeking out of the pillar and trying to shoot the remaining three men down. While they’re busy with Felix, you grab a fragment of the pillar that broke off and throw it as hard as you can, hitting the face of one man. This lets Felix shoot him down, leaving two more.

“Wait.” you signal for Felix to stop as the men reload their weapons.

Felix raises his eyebrow, so you continue, “I brought vials of toxic chemicals for...safety purposes.”

The younger agent’s eyes light up, “Ok, when I say go, throw it at them and I’ll shoot!”

You nod your head and Felix gets in position. Seconds later, he says “go”, and you toss the vials towards the two opponents. As promised, Felix shoots the vials, causing the glass to shatter and spill toxic liquid onto their skin. With a yell of pain, Felix shoots them both down. You then approach the men, digging through their pockets for anything of use. Fortunately, one man has three vials of Cle’s serum on him, and you take it.

“Let’s go.” Felix takes your hand again, leading you away.

From that point on, surprisingly, there were no other agents or threats that intercepted you and Felix, allowing both of you to make it to a hallway that led to a spiraling staircase. From there, the two of you heard voices - clearly Minho’s and Jung’s. Felix shoots you a “ready?” kind of expression, so you nod and allow the younger agent to lead the way down the staircase and into the back lobby.

As soon as Minho’s name leaves your lips, the agent’s cold and apathetic disposition melts in the slightest, and he tries his best to ensure that Jung doesn’t see the concerned flicker in his eyes. The agent takes in the wound on your arm and the cement dust powdering your’s and Felix’s hair.

“Y/n, I told you - ”

“I know what you said, but…” you trail off, eyes scanning the dead bodies around the lobby, and Minho isn’t blind to the confusion and fear on your face. Then, he sees the vials of serum clenched in your hands.

He opens his mouth to say anything to reassure you, but Jung cuts him off with a cold and steely tone. “Stop wasting time. Get the serums from her, Minho. Chan, capture Felix.” the head commands.

Felix aims his gun at Jung who is unfazed. “What’s the meaning of this?” Felix gulps as he turns to Chan.

The older agent gives Felix a stern yet warm look as he approaches, and it’s more than enough to disarm the younger. Chan gently takes his gun and pulls Felix’s wrists behind his back. The soft and warm gaze in his eyes is something Jung fails to see; but for Felix, it’s all he needs to be reassured.

“Felix - ” you try to convince him to fight against Chan, but as soon as Minho stands directly in front of you, you never get to finish your sentence.

“Minho.”

The male agent takes a deep breath before releasing it with his eyes closed. When he opens them again and looks at you, it’s like he’s looking at the most beautiful star in the universe. Your heart clenches a little when you feel his hand gently latching onto the right side of your waist, thumb rubbing small circles where it rests.

“Give it to me, y/n.”

“But Minho - ”

“Do you trust me, y/n?”

A small smile and a warm gaze.

Clear eyes that hold no threat, just love and adoration.

And a silent plea to listen to him - to trust him.

You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to jump, hoping that the fall isn’t your demise.

“I do.”

You hand him the vials of Cle serum, nodding your head. Minho’s fingers brush against yours when he takes the vials, and it takes him every ounce of control to not just grab your hand and run away to who knows where. Paradise, the beaches of Jeju, wherever he can be with you in solace. However, he clears his throat and walks over to where Jung stands, handing the items over, “Sir.”

He hands the vials to the head of SKZ who grins rather calmly in response. He then nods his head towards you, “Finish her.”

“Minho, wait.” Felix says softly, but the older agent ignores him.

Minho walks over to you once more, a genuine yet melancholic look in his eyes. It swims with a hint of hesitation, and you can’t help but reach out to caress his cheek. The agent melts into your touch, leaning his cheek into your hand and pressing a chaste kiss onto your palm.

“Do what you need to do.” you whisper.

Minho frowns, “Do you still trust me?”

“With my life.”

Minho smiles gently, even as you feel his gun brush against the other side of your waist. You close your eyes when he steps closer, lips brushing against your temple as he whispers, “I told you you’d need this later on.”

And he pulls the trigger, a loud bang echoing in the room that had fallen silent.

You drop to the ground, Felix yelling “y/n!” as he watches you lay on the marbled floor, a pool of red spilling from your waist where Minho had aimed his gun. Chan closes his eyes, jaw clenched at the sight before him. Without sparing you a glance, Minho turns on his heel and faces Jung with an inferno raging in his eyes. “Great, now - ”

Jung doesn’t get to finish because in the next split second, Minho pulls the trigger at him, successfully shattering the vials in Jung’s hand. Unfortunately, the head lets go just in time, sparing him from being doused by the deadly serum. A few glass shards do manage to mildly injure his fingers, however, and it’s enough to shock everyone in the room.

“You son of a bitch - ” Jung pulls his gun out, aiming for Minho.

Chan is quick to his senses, shielding Felix and pulling his weapon out as well. With swiftness, the older agent fires two shots at the head of SKZ, allowing Minho enough time to move away from Jung’s line of sight. While Chan is busy engaging with Jung, Minho returns to where you are and gently holds you, lifting you up to stand. The male gives you an apologetic expression when you’ve stood up, “Are you ok?”

You offer a small smile, fiddling with the small plastic pouch that was attached to your waist, “Fake blood? Really?”

Minho lightly chuckles, “I...there’s a lot to explain, but later, ok? I need you to - ”

A bullet grazes past his arm, causing him to wince in pain. “Minho!” you exclaim, holding him gently.

“Y/n, go with Felix and go somewhere safe now.”

“But - ”

“I’ll see you later, I promise.” Minho urges.

You look at the agent with hesitation, biting your lip. With a soft chuckle, Minho kisses you swiftly, “I still owe you a proper date, don’t you think? I can’t do that if I’m dead, right?”

You smile, nodding your head with determination, “Ok then.”

You give Minho one last concerned look before swiftly turning to leave. Felix leaves Chan as well, grabbing your hand as you both run away from the lobby. Now, only Minho, Chan and Jung are left, having come to a momentary cease-fire; though Chan and Minho have their hands readily positioned at their guns.

“Perhaps it was my mistake in thinking you weren’t in love with the woman.” Jung muses.

Minho furrows his eyebrows, “My feelings for her are irrelevant to this matter. I’m merely fulfilling my duty as an agent of SKZ.”

Jung shakes his head and lifts his gun, “A terrible mistake.”

Just then, more footsteps enter the room, all of the newcomers now aiming their guns at Chan and Minho. The older agent looks at Minho and cheekily smiles, “So much for a nice day in Jeju.”

Minho laughs at Chan, shaking his head while getting his gun ready, “What’s new, Chan?”

A second later, everyone is shooting and a chaotic chorus of gunshots echoes in the hotel lobby; furnitures are broken and wrecked and lights are being shattered. Minho and Chan duck for cover behind a strong wooden desk, leaning their backs against it as they catch their breath. “Enemy count?” Minho asks.

Chan chuckles, “Not counting Jung, I’d say there were around ten or eleven.”

Minho sighs, cocking his gun, “Let’s get this over and done with.”

The older agent laughs before the two of them carefully peek out from where they took cover, skillfully and accurately shooting down one man each. From where they are positioned, the two agents can hear Jung barking out orders as he prepares to escape from the scene. Out of impulse, Minho stands from behind the desk and aims at Jung, “Hold it!”

But before he can pull the trigger, a small explosion sets off from the other entrance to the lobby, knocking out three of their opponents and causing Jung to stop in his tracks. Once the smoke and debris clear out, Changbin stands at the doorway, gun aimed at Jung.

“Sorry I’m late.” Changbin smirks, “Had to make sure everyone in the hotel had vacated safely.”

“Just in time.” Chan grins after shooting down another enemy.

The youngest of the three smiles before his expression turns more serious, “Choi and Baek are on the move though. If we don’t catch up, they’ll escape.”

Chan nods and turns to Minho with determination, “We’ll handle Jung and the rest here. You go after Choi and Baek.”

Minho nods without being told twice. “See you later.” he smirks, getting ready to leave the scene.

“Don’t let him get away!” Jung instructs calmly but loud enough for his men to hear.

The remaining enemies shoot at Minho; while Minho gets grazed by a few shots, he doesn’t let it faze him and continues to run for the exit. He, after all, has full confidence in his teammates. And as the opponents continue to shoot him down, the agent runs in a zig-zag pattern, making full use of the cement pillars that stood in the room to block out the hits. On the last pillar, Minho stomps harder, using the force and momentum to allow him to jump higher and land a sickening knee-hit to the opponent standing close to the exit. As he lands on his feet and the opponent staggers, Minho finishes it with a swing of his leg, knocking his opponent down.

With Chan and Changbin managing to get the attention of the remaining enemies by distracting them with their own shots and even a few taunting side comments, Minho finally exits the area. Angered, Jung tries to go after the agent himself, but one shot from Chan aimed at his feet causes him to stop.

“Didn’t you train us to focus on the enemy before your eyes?” Chan smirks, cocking his gun.

Jung glares darkly, scoffing, “Cocky bastard.”

Changbin bravely engages in hand-to-hand combat with a few of the enemies while Chan faces off with Jung, both men disregarding their guns and opting for close combat - with their fists and knives.

Meanwhile, Minho runs towards the initial rendezvous, pumping his legs as fast as he can. As expected, he is intercepted by a few of Choi and Baek’s men, intent on stopping him from making it any further.

One opponent charges at the agent with a knife, slashing violently. Minho easily side-steps to dodge, raising his hands to grab the opponent’s wrist and twisting his arm with a painful crack. The opponent lets go of the knife, and Minho steps on it so no one can take it. The agent then jabs the first opponent’s vital point, knocking him out.

Another man charges at Minho, swinging his arm with brute force. Minho ducks just in time, grabbing the knife he previously stepped on. With insane speed, Minho swipes upwards, the blade cutting through his opponent’s abdomen. As with the other opponent, the agent strikes his vital points.

The third opponent shoots at Minho, but he runs and dodges most of the shots - though one bullet hits his shoulder. Minho pays no heed, gripping the knife and throwing it at the enemy. It lodges into the opponent’s thigh, giving Minho ample time to run up to him and use his palm to smack at his opponent’s gun. The force and momentum causes the gun’s butt to hit the enemy’s face, disorienting him again. Minho takes the opportunity to turn the tables and grab the gun, using it to shoot the enemy down.

Huffing out a deep breath, Minho tucks his enemy’s gun into his belt holster, now armed with two guns. He then resumes running towards the rendezvous point. Fortunately, no other hindrances intercept him, and Minho finds himself in the hotel’s parking lot. However, it would seem like the enemies - and traitors - had taken all the SKZ vehicles. Clicking his tongue, Minho looks around for an alternative.

Thankfully, an individual just dismounts from his motorcycle. Minho quickly approaches him and sternly commands, “I need your bike.”

The man looks surprised, so Minho rolls his eyes and smoothly makes an excuse that he’s a private investigator chasing someone who stole from the hotel. The agent clears his throat, “You’ll get it back today, I promise.”

The man sighs and relents, stepping aside to “lend” Minho his motorcycle. The agent immediately hops on, revving the engine and speeding away.

Minho drives along speedily, the sound of the motor’s engine filling Jeju’s initially peaceful atmosphere. Not too long after, the agent parks the motor somewhere and runs a little more to arrive at the rendezvous point. In a large, open area with two cars, Minho spots Baek and Choi with around four bodyguards. They place the crate at the back of one of the cars, but before they can close the back door, Minho takes his aim.

He pulls the trigger, the first bullet hitting the bodyguard who had just placed the crates in the car. Startled, the remaining three pull out their guns, but true to Minho’s reputation and skill, he swiftly - and precisely - shoots the three men down in just barely three seconds.

Choi and Baek attempt to escape out of panic due to being unarmed, but Minho calmly shoots the two cars’ wheels as he slowly walks closer to them.

“Agent Lee, what are you doing?” Baek shrieks, “This isn’t part of what we agreed or planned!”

Minho shrugs with nonchalance, gun firmly aimed at the two men, “Sorry, but I’m an SKZ agent. This is what I do.”

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qayinie · 3 years

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Okay, so since my newest 2021 hyperfixation is Teen Wolf (Sterek) I just need to rant a little about it here. particularly the shows obsession with implying through jokes and gibs that Stiles is into guys (and then not following through!)

just a few things i can think of at the top of my head (which happen all before the end of season 3 might I add!) is Stiles asking if he’s attractive to gay guys (which ok, valid question); when they visit the jungle and Stiles is seen being surrounded by drag queens, all of whom he at a later episode apparently liked so much that he not only got their phone numbers, but also decided they were a good group to call for help; jokes about how his fashion-sense don’t match potential gayness (wtf?); Matt Daehler saying Derek and Stiles make a cute couple (when they have been paralysed and fucking forced to lie on top of each other); Caitlin asking if he likes girls (implying that he gives off gay vibes? i don’t know).

and like, the thing that kind of rubs me the wrong way with these jokes (hints that the showrunners and actors are aware that Sterek is a big ship in the fandom?) is that they way they’re played off is as a sort of, “haha, look, people think this white kid is gay because (enter reasons I don’t even know? he’s a little geeky? talk a lot? at the start of the show he’s pretty skinny? point is, i don’t know the reasons, but they’re there) but he’s clearly not gay!”

but the thing is that those kind of jokes are not funny because if Stiles is 100 % straight then the jokes are meant to make fun of queerness. and, yes, there are other queer representation within the show, with Danny, Ethan, Jackson, Emily and Caitlin, but they are not main characters. and it’s great that a character like Danny is so beloved by everyone in the show, and is obviously very smart and kind and his sexuality is just accepted. when Aiden and Ethan comes to school it’s just like, wow, these hot dudes; Lydia is going after the straight one and Danny is going after the gay one, no big deal. and don’t get me wrong, those things are important. the fact that it’s Aiden that dies and not Ethan is fucking huge (yes, thank you, let’s bury the bury your gays trope right now)!

but the jokes about Stiles straightness/lack there of are still jokes at Stiles expense. because Stiles is a main character and obviously a main character can’t be gay! the audience is supposed to know that, so that they’ll scoff in amusement everytime someone implies Stiles could potentially be anything other than straight.

and how we’re supposed to know that is because Stiles is obsessed with Lydia. now don’t get me wrong; i love Lydia. she’s amazing. but that’s like literally how the audience is supposed to know Stiles couldn’t possibly be gay; because he has an obsession with a girl who at the start of the show barely talks to him, isn’t at all in his social group and only dates hot jocks. that and the fact that Stiles bemoans his virginity and wouldn’t mind practically anyone to take it from him, you know, “classic lad-banter, lolz!”

but the thing is, you can’t see on someone based on how they’re dressed if they’re queer. you can’t tell that they’re gay or straight because they have “classical gay or straight interests” which definitely makes them one or the other. sometimes people just are queer. queer people have traits, skills and values that should qualify them to be main characters. it’s not either or.

and the thing is that everything that happens in canon is created by a team of people who decide how these characters are gonna react, how they’re going to feel, what they’re going to say; so the jokes about gayness in relation to Stiles are there for a reason. they’re there because people decided that they should be there.

so, either, if we think about Stiles’ character, we either have a case of 100% straight Stiles, who gets made fun of for not acting straight enough, or we have a case of a teenager potentially not sure of his sexuality (because you know, teendom is the time to be super inward reflective and think about yourself and shit), who could potentially fall into something beyond a dichotomous, binary understanding of attraction.

and option a sucks, because then all the good queer representation we get (Danny, my shining beacon! <3) is not enough. because then queerness is fine as long as you’re not super important, as long as you’re not a main character.

now, i don’t mean to shit on canon or other pairings. i’m not even saying this as a sort of “my ship is the best ship”, no. at the start of the show, Derek is too old for Stiles. he shouldn’t even be considered a viable option. but you know, a teen Stiles’ age who Stiles could develop a crush on for a while? and that crush could be treated as a sort of, “yeah, sure man, no one cares, that dude seems totally cool!” thing? then i’d feel less like the jokes are meant to show how totally insane it is that an MC could be queer.

and Stiles don’t have gay, for crying out loud! bisexuality exists! it could literally be so easy as to have Stiles say something about liking a guy - even though that’s a total cop-out, but whatever - and he could still end up with Malia, and then Lydia. i’m not saying this to invalidate those ships (even though they’re not my thing, if they’re yours, than i’m happy for you), i’m saying it to validate that sexuality is not binary, and representation matters, and a running gag of the show shouldn’t be to make fun of an MC because “he seems kind of gay”.

seriously, the decision-makers shouldn’t be using one of the most beloved character of the show as the punching bag of thinly veiled homophobic jeers.

i don’t know, am i the only one who thinks this?

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #lydia martin #stydia #queer #gay #homosexuality #binary #bisexuality #homophobia

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Just Right (3)

Part 2

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!plussized!reader

Chapter Summary: Someone throws a wrench in the plans.

Chapter Warning: Footbal AU. Don’t hate me please 😬 angst, implied smut, and some very petty behavior.

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The next morning, you had a pep in your step. Angel left you in bed with breakfast and a note saying he went on a run.

Coming downstairs you heard Angel’s voice, you assumed he was on the phone and not talking to the devil herself.

“Adelita, this is a surprise.” Angel backed away from her when he heard your voice.

“Y/N,” she smiled and pulled you into a hug. Backing away she twirled your hair around your finger. “I see the drought is over. Who’s the lucky guy?” If Adelita wasn’t so damn conceited she would’ve smelled Angel on you. But of course, you wouldn’t be able to bag a guy like Angel.

Angel cleared his throat and stepped in between the two of you, grabbing onto Adelita’s hips. “Uhh, let’s leave Y/N alone. I’m sure she’s not the kiss and tell type.”

“Not around you.” She joked, patting Angel’s chest. “Once we’re done talking me and you can have some girl talk like old times. Just you’ll be the one sharing stories this time.”

The nerve. This is the second time in your life that you wanted to knock Adelita out. “Yeah sure.” You gave her a tight smile over your shoulder and went back to your room.

While walking you could hear the hushed whispers and the sounds of lips kissing. As soon as you knew you were out of sight you ran to your room and immediately started packing.

“What are you doing?” Right after Adelita left, Angel ran to you. “What does it look like Angel?”

Tugging your pants out of your hands, Angel stopped you. “You don’t have to leave.”

“And what?!” You screamed in his face. “Stay here with you and Adelita?!”

He tried to hug you, but you pushed him away. “You really must be crazy. How are you just gonna take her back?”

“She was my fiancée, she deserves the benefit of the doubt.” Angel explained like it was a one size fits all reason.

“Oh, the same fiancée that dumped you once your future was unsure.” You scrunched your face up. “The same fiancée that told you it was over through a letter? The same fiancée that was all over social media hanging out and partying while you were in rehab? The same fiancée that so happens to ‘coincidentally’ come back into your life after you just made the biggest comeback ever?” You brushed past him went out the door. “Yeah, you can miss me with that bullshit.”

Angel trailed behind you, hoping he could amend things with you. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

Whipping around you shoved him. “Yeah, you are. You know honestly, I don’t feel bad for myself as much as I do for you. I pray to God that he never makes me as pathetic as you. Have a nice life, Angel Reyes.”

Opening the front door revealed a sympathetic Mr. Felipe and an angry EZ. They both tried to stop you, but you kissed each man goodbye promising to keep in touch.

EZ waited until he saw you drive away to attack his brother. “What the fuck did you do?” Angel blocked some of his brother’s punches, but EZ managed to get some in.

Felipe was able to pull his youngest off his eldest. “EZ that’s enough!”

“Nah, Pop! You saw her. She practically ran out in tears.”

“It’s none of your damn business, Ezekiel!” Angel tried to walk away from them, but Felipe stopped him. “Explain yourself, son.”

“Adelita.” Both his father and brother groaned at that name. Now they knew why you ran out like that.

EZ didn’t have time for whatever excuse that his brother had. “You two deserve each other. And I hope when you come to your senses it’s too late.” He slammed the door on the way out, too disgusted with Angel to stay.

A few moments later Felipe followed his son out. “Pop,” Angel cried out, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy. “Not right now, Angel.” He stopped at the door and looked back at his son. “Unlike your brother I hope it won’t be too late for you to come to your senses. When you stick your head out of your ass, you and Y/N are perfect for each other.”

Once he was alone, Angel sat on the staircase wondering if he made the right decision.

Losing Angel just wasn’t about your heart breaking, but also losing your best friend. Those months spent with him was probably the best time of your life. The only thing that got you through the days were work and Rio.

At first, he assured you that he could just be your friend but someway somehow, he wormed his way into something more. You told him that you didn’t want him as some rebound, but he cockily said, “Ain’t no way I’m a rebound.” So, you stayed and started dating him.

You were reading a book when Rio came and laid his head in your lap. “Mamaaaa,” he sung kissing the little bit of your exposed fupa. “What do you want?” He was only this adorable when he wanted something like that extra cookie that would mess up his diet. “Nothing extra. Just go to dinner with me.”

“That’s it?” You closed your book and set it down to look at him curiously. “Yeah, I got a dress picked out, hairstylist and makeup artist on the way.”

“Wait, what kind of dinner is this?” Dinners with Rio never required all the hoopla. “The league always hosts a dinner for all the teams in the semifinals.”

“I know, I know, I know,” Rio trampled over your words, not letting you get a word in. “I know that dumbass is gonna be there, but I think it would be the perfect place to show him what he’s missing out on.”

If you went this would be the first time you saw Angel and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. Last time he made you look like a fool. “I don’t know Rio.”

Sitting up, Rio picked you up and sat you down in your lap. “But mama,” he attacked your neck with his lips, adding a little bite every now and then. “I’ll be bored without you. And who am I gonna shove in a closet and fuck her like a dirty girl?”

“You’ll be fine without me for a couple of hours.”

“Alright, time for the big guns.” Rio led you to his bedroom with a covered mannequin in the center. Unveiling the mannequin, he revealed the most beautiful dress. You would be crazy to not wear that dress.

“Ok, I’ll go!” Rio pulled you by your hips against him. “Good, I thought I would have to use my other negotiation methods.”

“Nah, I still need convincing.” Rio backed you into the bed and pulled off your shorts. “Okay, but you got 15 minutes to cum two times before the stylist gets here.”

Angel was doing his best at trying to keep his cool. Adelita was making her way through all the owners, sponsors, and players ‘networking’ to gain traction for her cause. It wasn’t that he didn’t support, actually he was very supportive of it, but this night was in celebration of him and the other players. And he couldn’t ask her to quit it without looking like a complete douchebag.

“Are you two seriously making bets?” Angel wasn’t paying that much attention to Coco and Gilly until they said Adelita’s name. They were betting on when she would corner their team owner, Miguel Galindo. “How else are we gonna pass the time? Ain’t like there’s scintillating conversation.” Coco collected money from Riz and put it in his breast pocket.

“Pendejo,” Angel ordered another drink and while waiting for it he heard Coco whistle. Turning around to see what made Coco speechless, Angel was glad that he already set his old glass on the bar top, because he would’ve dropped it. There you were in the most beautiful dress looking like a goddess, but his mood soured when he saw that it was Rio escorting you.

Bishop walked up beside him and smacked him in the back of the head. “Fucking dumbass. Now she’s with that asshole.” Angel opened his mouth to say something, but Bishop held up his hand. “I don’t wanna hear it. And you better leaver her alone, she looks happy.” His coach pointed his chin towards you and Rio kissing. Angel slammed back his drink and ordered another one. This was about to be a long night.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Bishop and the guys.” Rio looked for your friends and saw that Angel was right there next to them. “You sure? You want me to go with you?” It warmed your heart that Rio was so protective over you. It was unfamiliar territory for you. Usually, you were the one protecting others. “No, you stay here with your team, I’ll be okay.” Rio quirked his eyebrow, questioning you. He was trying to break you out of the habit of you masking your feelings, pretending you’re fine when you’re really not. “Rio, I promise. I’ll be good.” You patted his chest and started to walk away, but then he caught Angel staring at the two of you real hard and he couldn’t help but give him a show.

Spinning you around into his arms, Rio smashed his lips against yours. His still taste a little bit of yourself from when he wanted to make you his meal. Rio’s hands drifted to your ass and you did little to stop him. Ending the kiss, he tugged your bottom lip slowly releasing it and ending your connection. “Go say hi to your friends.” He whispered in your ear, fixing some of your lipstick that got under your lips.

Angel wanted to knock Rio the clean the fuck out. Who the fuck did he think he was practically dry humping you in public like that? “You better keep your mouth shut. You lost your privileges to be mad.” Coach Hank warned Angel as he saw you approach the group.

“Hey guys!” You were genuinely happy to see all of them. Since, you cut off contact with Angel you haven’t talked to any of them at all.

They all lined up to hug you, almost fighting each other to be the first one. But Angel waited his turn. He had a lot more to say than just hi.

It was a bit awkward at first. Neither one of you made the first move. Eventually, you threw yourself in his arms and you were almost a goner. You did not know that hugging him would bring back all those feelings you tried to bury deep down.

“You look beautiful.” He kept a hand around your wrist, his thumb stroking the inside of it. “Thank you.”

His eyes kept dipping to your dress. There were some cut out pieces revealing more skin than he cared for. “Where’s the rest of your dress?”

Snatching your wrist away, you crossed your arms over your chest to keep yourself from slapping the shit out of Angel. “Rio doesn’t seem to mind.”

Angel invaded your space and glared down at you. “Do I look like Rio?”

“Do I look like Adelita?”

Angel bit the inside of his cheek. He knew he had no reason to question you. You weren’t his, but damn it he wanted you to be.

“This was a mistake coming over here. Go back and talk to your fiancée.”

“She’s not my fiancée.”

Skrtt, you stopped your retreat. “Say what?”

“I said she’s not my fiancée.” Angel wasn’t able to explain further. Adelita finally came and graced you with her presence. She didn’t pay any attention to Angel. All her attention was on you. Adelita was actually pulling you away to talk to one of the other coaches about joining their staff.

This was almost as torturous as talking to Angel. Adelita barely let you get a word in. She was acting like she was your damn agent. Luckily, Rio came and saved the day.

“Where are we going?” You whispered as he pulled you into the hallway. “Don’t worry about it.” He jiggled each door until he found an unlocked door and pushed you through.

“Rio no,” you weakly protested clutching onto his tux. “What? You don’t wanna give daddy a little something something?” He pouted, knowing it was your weakness.

“Okay, but it has to be fast.” Rio kissed you some more knowing how turned you got by simply making out.

Due to your combined breaths getting heavier neither one of you heard the turning of the doorknob. It wasn’t until the light from the hallway shone on you and Rio, exposing your dirty deed.

“Oh shit, my bad dawg!” Angel lifted his head from Adelita’s neck and apologized to the other couple. He didn’t mean it all. Angel saw Rio lead you to the hallway and by the mischievous look he had on his face, he knew his opponent was up to no good.

The little smirk on Angel’s face told you that none of it was an accident. “It’s okay, I wasn’t feeling well anyway. I think we should go home.” You smirked back at Angel. He wasn’t the only one that can play games.

“C’mon Angel, they need to get home.” Adelita winked at you and led an unwilling Angel back to the party.

You were almost out until you got stopped by Mr. Galindo. He was the only team owner you hadn’t talked to that night.

With Miguel Galindo trying to convince you to join his staff and Adelita standing next to you patiently waiting for her chance, Angel and Rio were left alone with each other.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but stay the fuck away from Y/N. You’re no good for her.” Angel had to refrain from snatching up Rio as he laughed. “You got jokes man.” Rio stepped closer to him, they were basically nose to nose. “At least when I make her cry it’s from my dick and not from being a dickwad.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you kept watch on Rio and Angel. Those two couldn’t be alone without trying to fight in the first 30 seconds.

The scene before you was getting to be too much, but you couldn’t do anything without being disrespectful towards Miguel. Thankfully, Coco and Gilly were watching them too and were able to pull Angel away.

Somehow Miguel talked you into staying for the entire dinner. And because the universe loved you so much you and Rio were assigned to the same table as Angel and Adelita.

After Adelita formally introduced herself to him. And you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not, but it seemed that she was flirting with Rio. Not that you had anything to worry about. Rio wasn’t entertaining her at all.

“She take my money when I’m in need. Yeah, she’s a trifling’ friend indeed.” As soon as you recognized the notes, you tried to stomp Rio’s foot, but he was too quick.

“Huh, what was that?” Adelita didn’t quite catch what Rio was saying. “Oh nothing, I just got a song stuck in my head. Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger. But she ain’t messing’ with no broke bro.”

Angel had to admit to himself that was funny, but ain’t no way he’ll let Rio know that.

“Stop it!” You whispered in Rio’s ear. Even if Adelita was oblivious to him making fun of her, everyone else surrounding them wasn’t. “Now you know you always tell me that but we both know you don’t mean it hear or at home.” Heat crept up your face and all you could do was hide your face in the crook of Rio’s neck. Rio slightly turned to kiss your forehead while fingering the bracelet he got you.

Once the glint of the bracelet caught Adelita’s eye she snatched your wrist from Rio. You didn’t mind though because you and Rio were off in your own little world. Not even the harsh stare from Angel could tear your eyes away from Angel.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Angel?” Adelita rubbed at her ankle. “My bad.” He frowned as Rio smirked at him knowing full well he was the intended target.

As the night went on, Rio’s and Angel’s antics went up. You don’t know what you did, but you had two petty kings arguing over you. And at times it was funny but also stressful.

The little innuendos concerning you flew over Adelita’s head but everyone else was getting them. They were getting so vicious that Coco and Gilly started another bet on who would swing first.

The event was concluding when things got downright ugly. Angel once again voiced his concerns of Rio dating you. Rio had enough and went for the low blow. “You’re just mad because I already took your girl and I’m about to take your city and your ring.”

Coco and Gilly’s bet was long forgotten as Angel went for Rio. “Don’t be mad, Reyes. I’m just spitting facts. If I’m wanna keep it hunnid, if I threw the right amount of cash, I could have your other girl too.”

“RIO!” You scolded him trying to pull him away. Thank god, Adelita was nowhere near to hear that little bit.

“Nah, babe fuck that.” Rio shrugged you off of him and stood toe to toe to Angel. “You ain’t on top no more big dawg. Get use to it.”

Angel just shook his head and turned around like a wounded animal. “Coco, give Gilly his money.”

“What?” Coco asks too late because Angel threw the first punch at Rio. And once they started fighting it was hard to get them to stop. Even Gilly couldn’t hold Angel. It wasn’t until you did something that they stopped.

Bishop tried to stop you once he noticed what you were attempting to do, but you slipped right past him. The boys were in between blows giving you the perfect opportunity to step in the middle of them. As soon as you became an obstacle each man lowered their fist.

Angel actually started to cower some when he saw your face. This was like your training face but a thousand times worse. Rio never saw you this pissed and he was beginning to get scared to breath the wrong way. Either way both men knew to shut the hell up.

Facing Angel first, you shoved him in the chest. “Angel Ignacio Reyes, I know you were raised better than this.”

“I’m sorry.” Angel mumbled, his eyes downcasted.

“And you!” You faced Rio, pointing a finger in his face. “I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

“Next time leave your petty bullshit for the football field.” You told the both of them before heading out without even waiting for Rio.

Damn, you knew you should’ve stayed your behind at home.

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