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purrsonaimagines · 3 years

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Reminds me of You - Akira Kurusu x Reader

fluff prompt #3 - “Do you know where my hoodie is?” “No...”. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

i’m writing some stuff for the girls soon as well, and also a little somethin somethin for our lovely akechi and yusuke.

“Where is it..?” Akira mumured rustling the covers on his bed, brows furrowing in frustration.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Morgana asked from the far corner, bringing a paw over his ear.

“My jacket... I can’t find it.” Akira replied, fixing his blanket now to look around the room.

“Have you looked downstairs?” Morgana suggested.

“No... I left it up here last night when I got home from [Name]’s place...”

“You sure?” Morgana tested, standing up to nose around the room himself.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I remember beinging my jacket home...?” Akira huffed in reply, adjusting his glasses when he saw a piece of dark fabric dangle from under his bed.

He tugged on it, but his brows raised when he pulled out a small bundled robe instead. He looked over to Morgana briefly, before looking back down at the cover up.

“A robe...?” Morgana mused with a teasing tone, causing Akira to huff and nudge him lightly with his foot.

“Where’d I put my jacket then—“

Suddenly the ring of his phone caused Akira to jump, turning to fave the device. He walked over and grabbed it off his nightstand. His eyes lit up noticing your ID, a smiling filling his lips as he answered.

“Hey, [Name].” He hummed lovingly.

“Hey, sweetie. I was calling to see if you knew where I put my headphones last night? My mom wants to borrow them and—Oh!”

“Oh..?”

“I found them in my pocket.” You chirped, causing Akira to snicker at your cluelessness.

“I actually have a lost item of my own. Couldn’t find it since we hung out last night.”

“Oh? What’d you lose? Maybe I can help you find it.”

“My hoodie.”

“Your.. Hoodie?” You said slowly, shigting in your seat.

“Yeah, can’t find it.. I was gonna wear it when I went out today with Ryuji and Mishima..”

“Ah.. Well, I don’t think I’ve seen it.”

Then suddenly as he heard you move on the other end, his ears seemed to perk up like a cats. His eyes softened in realization, and a smirk crosse his lips as he let out a small laugh.

“Do you know where my hoodie is?”

“No...?”

He couldn’t contain his snickers now as he shook his head.

“You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, trying to play it cool.

“Nice try, sweetheart. I can hear the fabric against your chair.” He said lowly, his glasses getting a mischievious gleam.

“....”

Silence filled the other line as he waited, before he heard you release a breath.

“I hate you.” You grumbled, causing Akira to grin in victory.

“So you do have it?” Akira teased, eyes softening at the way you mumbled under your breath.

“It’s soft..” You mumured over the phone, causing Akira’s heart to quicken and his smirk to drop.

“Plus it reminds me of you. I know you’re busy with the Phantom Thieves, and all sorts of stuff you do.. So I have this piece of you y’know..?” You admitted bashfully, the silence from Akira’s end causing your face to heat up.

“Sorry... That was was dumb, and sappy.. I-“

“Hey, hey hey.. I didn’t say that. I think it’s cute.”

“Mhm... Are you gonna come pick it up now..?” You asked in a dehected tone, and Akira could practically see your doe eyes from here.

“Ah.. Actually, you can keep it if it makes you so happy. I’ll just wear a different one today.”

“Really? Thank you so much, babe! I love you!”

“I love you too, treasure.”

Behind all your excited chattering, you finally paused to let Akira speak again. A large grin covered your lips as you waited in silence.

“I’ll come hang out with you after I’m done with Mishima and Ryuji, okay?”

“Mhm! That aounds good. We can finally finish that movie, and we can get more ideas for Haru’s birthday!” You exclaimed giddily, jumping up from your seat.

“That sounds nice..” He hummed, already thinking about the relaxing aura of sitting on your couch cuddling during the chosen movie.

“Alright treasure, I’ve gotta go now, okay?” Akira affirmed, grabbing his bag from beside his door.

“Aw, yeah okay. Have fun! Tell Mishima and Ryuji I said hi!”

“I will. I’ll see you around six?”

“Sounds good, sweetie. I love you.” You cooed with a gentle smile.

“I love you too, [Name].. Seeya later.”

“Bye!”

The phone beeped signalling the wnd of the call, causing Akira to let out a contempt sigh. He was so damn lucky to have a partner like you, the thought made his heart race already.

“So.. You call them treasure, huh?” Morgana’s teasing voice bounced from the room’s corner, causing Akira to gasp and whip his head to the cat.

“How much of that did you hear..?” He gulped.

“All of it.” Morgana said with a devilish stare, practically smirking if he could.

“Morgana—“

“If you don’t want me telling Ryuji and Mishima, I want fatty tuna for the next month!”

“No way!”

“Well I guess your treasure is about to become everyone elses then, huh—?”

“F-Fine! Let’s just go, okay? We’ll negotiate later..”

Morgana let out a satisfied purr and hopped into Akira’s bag, nestling into the inside. Akira on the other hand was beet red as he approached the door, looking down at your messages talking about movies. Your texts were carried by hearts, only causing him more distress.

Sometimes he was the luckiest guy in the world... But other days it came to bite him in the ass..

this seems so short I’m so sorry. i feel like im oumpung these out so fast. i have smth angsty coming up pretty soon, so im excited for that! im making sure its all good first before posting though bc i want it to be impacting.

tysm for requesting and reading tho, it means the world to me!!! ily guys sm

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0-solshroom-0 · 3 years

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My Top Five Songs from Each Musical On My Musicals Playlist

(as of November 25, 2020)

these are in no particular order and are completely opinion based

Les Misérables:

Drink With Me

I Dreamed A Dream

One Day More

ABC Cafe / Red and Black

Master Of The House

(honorable mentions: the entire goddamn musical tbh)

Hamilton

Satisfied

What’d I Miss

Wait For It

Burn

Washington On Your Side

(Honorable Mentions: Say No To This and Best Of Wives And Best Of Women)

Hadestown

Way Down Hadestown

Wait For Me

Wait For Me Reprise

If It’s True

When The Chips Are Down

Moulin Rouge (Broadway Version)

So Exciting!

Come What May

El Tango De Roxanne

Backstage Romance

The Sparkling Diamond

Six

All You Wanna Do

Don’t Lose Ur Head

Haus of Holbein

Ex Wives

Six

Wicked

(Before I start i’m gonna say that i don’t actually like Wicked that much but it was the first musical i saw live so yeah it holds a special place in my heart. that’s why it’s here)

As Long As Your Mine (aka the only song i genuinely enjoy)

No Good Deed

What Is This Feeling

Popular

Defying Gravity

Sweeney Todd

The Worst Pies In London

Johanna

Pirelli’s Miracle Elixir

Green Finch and Linnet Bird

A Little Priest

Newsies

King Of New York

Carrying The Banner

That’s Rich

The World Will Know

Watch What Happens Reprise

(honorable mention: Letter From The Refuge)

Heathers

(another musical i’m kind of eh about but it’s here anyway)

Big Fun

Candy Store

Fight For Me

Lifeboat

Seventeen

(honorable mention: Yo Girl)

Be More Chill

Upgrade

The Smartphone Hour

Michael in the Bathroom

The Pitiful Children

A Guy That Id Kinda Be Into

Rent

Light My Candle

Tango: Maureen

Out Tonight

La Vie Boheme

Take Me Or Leave Me

The Greatest Showman

Never Enough

Come Alive

The Other Side

Tightrope

This Is Me

Mamma Mia

Does Your Mother Know

The Winner Takes It All

Take a Chance On Me

I Have a Dream

Lay All Your Love On Me

Mamma Mia 2

(Judge all you want but i liked this movie and i said movie musicals too and this counts probably)

Waterloo

Andante, Andante

Super Trouper

When I Kissed The Teacher

Why Did It Have To Be Me?

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Time Warp

Eddie

Rose Tint My World

Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me

Science Fiction/Double Feature

The Clockmakers Daughter

The Turning Of The Key

Impossible

Spindlewood

Keep It To Yourself

Clockwork

Waitress

What’s Inside

Opening Up

The Negative

When He Sees Me

She Used To Be Mine

21 Chump Street

Not gonna bother listing them out because the musical is only five songs long but if anyone’s curious Cousin is my favorite song

Repo! The Genetic Opera

(i seriously only like three songs in total i don’t even know why this album is on here)

Infected

Zydrate Anatomy

Chase The Morning

And that’s it! If you wanna suggest musicals for me to listen to then feel free to.

(Note) the playlist consists of pretty much every musical i even vaguely liked (both stage musicals and movie musicals) and is being updated consistently as i discover new ones so yeah

also yeah i did make this whole post because 1 whole mutual told me to and i value what my mutuals say that much.

here’s the link if anyone wants it (Yes Les Mis is on there twice i couldn’t decide which version to put on there so i put them both i’m SORRY but i’m actually not because ITS MY PLAYLIST AND I GET TO MAKE THE DECISIONS sorry that was aggressive for some reason. anyway ignore the playlist cover because i just chose something random)

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fredweesleyismyslut · 4 years

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Really, that Weasel? pt. 2 Spencer Reid x reader

You couldn’t help but notice the fact that Spence hadn’t been answering your calls. You didn’t want to call too much to the point that it seemed obsessive so you chalked it up to him being busy on a case. I mean god knows you get caught up in cases so much that you can’t answer your phone every time he called. You were finishing up with a case, you and your brothers had finished chasing down a ghost in a haunted hotel that was killing off the visitors. Your brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester, came back into the Impala. Dean was of course huffing and mumbling about how the owner of the hotel was a “real pain in the ass” and the least he could’ve said was “thank you because we saved his ass tonight”. Holding back a giggle you shuffled in the back seat to lean forward, “Hey, can you guys drop me off at my apartment, Spence isn’t answering and I’m starting to get worried.” Dean’s brow creased as he turned to look at you, “That weasel, maybe he realized how much of a dick you can be sometimes…” “Hey, I’m the one who has to deal with you being a dick.” you retorted hitting his head playfully as you gave him puppy eyes. “Okay, okay kid you don’t gotta give me the sad eyes.” Sam chuckled in the passenger seat looking over at his brother, “Kid’s got a point about you being a dick though.” “Hey, hey… I already have demons riding my ass give me a break.” Exchanging looks with Sam you giggled, “I’ll make pie if you can get me there by 6pm.” “Oh, it’s on, be ready to pay up with pie.” Dean said making a show of rolling up his sleeves and pretending to rev his car up. You woke later to the sound of someone calling your name, “Y/n, y/n wake up.” Fluttering your eyes, you looked up to be greeted by Dean’s green eyes laced with slight concern. “Maybe we should seriously stop bringing you on these trips, you have a life here y/n.” Groaning you shifted in the seat, getting out of the car, “Hey, I’ve been losing sleep even while in my apartment. My life is with you two no matter how much you guys may be a living pain in my ass.” Dean’s eyes crinkled softly in the corners as he shut the door, “Yeah, well I’m always going to be a pain in your ass...oh and I’ll be a pain in the ass for that weasel.” His voice lowered slightly as he muttered, “Punk thinks he can date my little sister.” “His name is Spencer, you could at least learn his name I’m gonna be with him for a good while.” You shoved his shoulder softly, “You just can’t get over how he kicked your ass in poker.” “He did so not kick my ass y/n.” Rolling your eyes you caught up with Sam to your apartment door, opening it with your keys. Checking your clock you realized it was just a little past 6, “Guess I owe you that pie huh?” you muttered, hoping Dean wouldn’t remember. “Damn right you do, now pay up kid.” Grumbling you made your way to the kitchen and decided that since you were making pie you could at least make some dinner to feed your brothers. God knows Sam would appreciate some actually cooked food that wasn’t a patty flowing with grease. You decided to make some chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, and obviously with a side of pie. Dean was already making his way over to the table laden with food, “Have I told you that I love you?” He said, grabbing a plate and loading the dish to the point you were surprised it wasn’t overflowing. “Ugh whatever just get your food you butt and get out the way your blocking me.” “Hey, I drove.” Dean retorted to which you mocked, “Hey, I cooked and this is my apartment.” Scoffing he put more food on the plate, “Hey, Sam better get out here before Dean eats everything!” you called out to Sam who was in your guest room doing some more research on whatever he could get his hands on. “Yeah, Sammy what she said!” Sam shuffled out the room hurrying to get food, “Did you forget that I was here too?” he asked. “First come first served Sammy, I can’t help ya.” you said, smirking as you handed him your plate as a gesture of peace. Sam accepted it, following Dean to sit at your dining table. As you were eating and possibly on the verge of a food fight a knock resounded at your door. Dean and Sams’ body language immediately changed to a protective one as they came to stand in front of you, Dean’s hand laying over the gun in his pocket. “Who is it?” you asked, going over to the door to look out the hole. Spence stood outside, “Just me y/n.” he said, his eyes seemed slightly sunken in due to the dark circles. “Spence.” you mouthed, motioning for your two brothers to calm down. They sat back down, body language relaxing slightly as they went back to shoveling food. “Come in, Spence. My brothers are here.” you warned jokingly as you opened the door. Spence’s face looked deadly serious as he didn’t even smile at your joke. “We need to talk about something.” he said, looking straight at you, “Ummmm okay about what?” you asked. “Maybe somewhere not in front of your brothers?” he asked quietly, motioning to the audience watching you from the corners of their eyes. Huffing softly you nodded, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom. “Don’t even think about trying to spy on us and listen, both of you or I swear to God I’ll give you both a new nose.” you warned, giving them soft glares to enforce your point before closing the door. “What’d you wanna talk about Spence?” you questioned heading over to your bed and motioning for him to follow. He stayed standing, looking at you cautiously, “Is y/n even your real name? Or what, should I call you Ashley instead?” he asked, sliding one of your fake id cards towards you. A look of horror spread across your face as you looked up, your tongue suddenly felt as if you had never learned how to form words, “S-Spence I promise I can explain...well not really it’s something you have to see to understand or you’d think I’m crazy.” “See what? That you’re literally a criminal?” He pulled out a box from his bag, dumping the continents out on the bed, “I mean seriously, you have more weapons than I’ve ever owned.” The gun and assortment of knives you had displayed on your bed set your stomach to feel as if it was coming up to your throat. Throat feeling dry you looked up at his eyes, distant and cold, “Did you tell…” He cut you off before letting you finish your question, “I haven’t told the team yet although I could’ve easily gotten Garcia to do a check on you I didn’t because I wanted to hear it from your mouth first. The honest truth y/n who are you?” Your heart raced a thousand miles an hour, the blood rushing to your ears, “Okay, first yes my name is really y/n I never lied to you about that. I never lied to you about anything besides my job and no I’m not a criminal, I save lives just like you Spence just not in the same way.” Spence looked down at the floor before meeting your eyes again, “Were your feelings real? Or was it just another persona?” Hurt stabbed your heart at his words, “Of course my feelings were real, they always were I never pretended.” You reached for his hand but instead met air as he pulled away, standing further from you than he ever had. You suppressed the hurt from your face, “I’m what you’d call a hunter, Spence. I...well me and my brothers… we hunt monsters, Spence. Real monsters, not the boogieman or some made-up shit, we hunt real-life ghosts, demons, I mean hell my brother literally went to hell once to save the world.” looking up to meet his eyes, “I mean...you probably wouldn’t even be standing here if it wasn’t for us…” A dry laugh escaped your lips, “I mean we’ve literally saved the world multiple times.” Spencer looked towards you a look of concern lacing his features, “So...you’re delusional?” You looked up at him, you could almost see the gears in his brain trying to process your words, “I know. It all sounds like crazy talk, you’d have to have a werewolf trying to rip your throat out to really believe it.” Spence seemed to have a fight within himself, trying to decide if he should back away or comfort you. He came over, “Y/n, I know how this is. You’ve been under a lot of stress, I know people I can help...” Cutting him off, you held your hand up, “Save the speech Spence, I‘m not crazy, I’m not one of your unsubs so don’t profile me. If you don’t believe me then just leave, this isn’t something I can convince people about, especially not someone so logical and reasonable as you.” Spence stood up, “I...I need time to think y/n.” Spence looked torn as he walked out the door, hearing the front door slam you held your breath, trying not to cry and attract your brothers’ attention. “Did that little shit just...leave you?” Dean asked, anger broiling in his features. Shoulders shaking you formed words with your mouth but nothing came out, “No, Dean look…” Sam said, his gaze shifting to your bed, strewn with weapons and fake ids. “He knows…?” Sam asked, nodding you inhaled air, feeling as if your lungs were burning from the inside. Dean’s face reddened clearly ready to chase Spencer down and give him a good beating for hurting his kid sister. “Don’t” you warned, knowing what was going through his head, “He doesn’t believe me...he thinks I’m delusional.” His features softened, slightly, moving to sit next to you as Sam took the other side. “Hey, he doesn’t understand. Most people won’t unless the evidence is right in front of them and it’s too late.” Nodding you leaned into his side as he swept your hair from your face, “I know I can’t give him a beating but the least you could do is stop crying over him.” he mumbled softly. You laughed softly, “I...I can’t, I think...no I know I loved him Dean.” Sam leaned over wrapping his arms around you, the scent of his cologne and the scent of forest surrounded you comfortingly. “I know, y/n. Maybe he’ll come around but if not you gotta cut off your losses you know?” He ruffled your hair softly, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

The comforting silence, after half an hour, was cut off as your phone rang, “Hello, y/n.” sang a voice that sounded gravelly, “Why don’t you turn that frown upside down, sweetheart.” The voice sent chills down your spine involuntarily. “Looking for something? Perhaps your boy toy, Dr. Spencer Reid?” Clenching your fist, you felt your nails digging into the flesh of your palm, “Who are you?” “That’s for you to figure out sweetheart, you’re a…” He whispered the last part, “..hunter, right? Looks like pretty boy doesn’t even know that he’s dating one of the infamous Winchesters.” The phone line clicked, leaving you with the words ringing in your head, running the gears in your head, who would know Spence but also know hunters. Gasping you said, “Spencer’s been kidnapped, by the Bloodsucker...I think. That’s what the news had been calling him I didn’t think he’d actually be...yknow a bloodsucker.” Sam’s head jolted up, “The bodies that were showing up with bite marks in their necks with the blood drained?” “Yeah, Spence told me about the killings, his team was working to catch the guy.” “Well, let’s go stick one up that bloodsucker.” Dean said, reaching for his jacket as he grabbed the keys to his Impala. “Spence told me about a place that his team thinks the vamp was using as his hideout. We should head there first.” Sam nodded, getting the address from you to give directions to Dean. Sitting in the backseat, you kneaded your palms together, anxious as to what was happening to Spence. Once arrived Dean opened the trunk of his car, handing both you and Sam machetes then grabbing his own. You reached in and grabbed a small handgun, “You never know.” you said, responding to the look that Dean had given you. “I want you staying with Sam alright?” “I’m not a kid. We’ll cover more ground if we each separate.” you argued back, looking to Sam for backup. Sam grabbed your shoulder instead, giving you a look that clearly said he agreed with Dean on this one. Huffing you nodded, knowing that arguing wouldn’t get you anywhere with Dean when it came to your safety. The building was an old abandoned office, clearly, it had not been used in years you gathered from the molding smell of the building. Going up a flight of stairs, the only thing you could hear besides your heart hammering were the soft creaks of the old stairs, not used to holding weight in the years it hadn’t been used. Sam looked into a room, motioning over his shoulder for you to follow. In the room sat Spencer, tied up to a chair, his wrists so tightly tied that you could see the indents the ropes were making, cutting off circulation. “Spence.” you whispered, looking around before heading towards the chair as Sam watched your back, “Hey...don’t worry. I’ve got you.” you murmured over and over, more for yourself than Spence due to his mostly unconscious state. His eyes fluttered tiredly, lips dry and cracked, as his hand involuntarily tried to move away. “Stop. He’s here.” his voice croaked, as you reassured his touch, “He’s...he’s not human. I…” Cutting him off you softly whispered, “I know, Spence. He’s a vampire, a real bloodsucker and a pain in the ass.” Cutting the ties, you let him lean most of his weight on you, before hearing a loud crash from the other room. You struggled between running towards the sound and holding Spence up, “Go...I’ll still be here.” he replied dryly, a soft smile appearing on his lips. Running to the sound you saw Sam lying on the ground, groaning from impacting the wall. Footsteps resounded behind you before you heard a loud thud, the sound of a body falling. The vamp’s head rolled to your feet as you saw Dean holding his blood-soaked machete, “Figured you two would be in some sort of trouble without me. Where’s your weasel?” “Shut it, and he’s in the other room. Grab Sammy will you?” Dean helped Sam up as they walked behind you, grabbing Spence you headed back to the Impala. You arrived at your apartment, letting Spencer rest in your bed from the night's activities, “So, you two are heading back on the road now?” you asked looking up at your two brothers. “Yeah, we’ve got more cases to hunt and with saving the world and all we can’t stay here.” “Don’t let the whole saving the world thing give you a big head, it’s already as big as it can be, Deanie.” you retorted, punching his shoulder, “Hey, my head is normally sized. Some might say it’s very attractive.” Hugging him, in front of the Impala, “You guys will visit again, right? Call me sometime whenever you need help, I’m always free for you two.” Dean nodded, “You too, kid. Just because you’re grown or whatever doesn’t mean you can’t call us. Got it?” Sam smiled softly, eyes creasing gently, “What he said. We love you y/n. Take care.” he leaned down and pulled you up into a hug, feet slightly dangling from the ground. “Okay, okay you big oaf. You’ll break my spine if you squeeze any harder.” Sam’s chest vibrated against your shoulders as he sat you back down to the ground, “Seriously, call whenever we’ll come racing.” Ruffling your hair one last time they got into the car, the engine revving up as they drove away. Heading back up to the apartment you saw Spence sitting up on the couch, “Hey.” you said softly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Hey.” he replied, lips quirking up slightly, “So, I guess you weren’t kidding about the monster thing. You saved my life.” “I’ll always save your life Spence. It’s okay to be the one who needs saving, especially when it comes to the supernatural, me and my brothers are kind of experts at not dying...well at least not staying dead” you said, smirking slightly, “We’ve literally escaped death several times.” Spence chuckled slightly his arms opening for a hug, “Guess I wasn’t the only one who saved lives, huh, Agent Todd.” he joked, using one of your fake FBI badge names. “Oh shut it, Dr. Reid.” His hand squeezed your shoulder, goosebumps rising in the places his warm breath touched on your neck, “I love you y/n. Sorry I didn’t…” You cut him off once again, “I love you too, Spence.”, placing a kiss on his lips, you proceeded to place a kiss on other parts of his face, “If you’re sorry, why don’t you show me how much you love me. I did just save your life, Dr. Reid.” chuckling Spence replied, “Roger that, Agent Todd.”

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brianc521 · 4 years

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Behind the Bar

Better Late Than Never | Part 2

It’s like time’s frozen around the two while they stare at each other behind the bar. Both in complete shock to be seeing the other.

“Hadley.” Jacob breathes out, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

He takes a moment to study her features. Long gone is the girl who used to hide herself behind her hair. Long gone are the baggy clothes she used to hide her body. There’s no book in her hand, and he wonders if she’s breathing okay because of it. The thought has him grinning.

“Jacob Palmer.” She laughs, shaking her head. She shamelessly checks him out, eyes lingering on his arms for a beat too long. She admires the intricate torch tattooed on his left bicep, the handle etched with a ‘EKP’. Jacob flexes his arms, in hopes of some sort of reaction as he catches her staring, and it makes her blink quickly. She looks back up at him with flushed cheeks and a shy smile. “Never in a million years did I think I’d run into you.”

He laughs, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I figured you’d skipped town after high school. Got away from all of us riff raff, went off and did bigger and better things.”

It’s after the words tumble out of his mouth does his brain register what he’s just said. Her whole face drops, something flashing through her eyes. It’s the same look she would have when someone gave her shit in high school for liking to read. It was a look he read easily. It was hurt, pain, embarrassment. That look doesn’t last long before she clears her throat. She pulls her shoulders back, standing a little taller. Her eyebrow raises at him in an unimpressed way, her cheeks red hot.

“Wow okay, let me take over this conversation before he sounds like even more of an ass.” Teri interrupts. “I was starting to think you two knowing each other was a good thing, now I’m rethinking who I have Hadley training with.” She eyes Jacob.

“No.” He blurts. “I’m sorry.” He reaches a soft hand out to Hadley. He touches her wrist, her eyes flicking to his touch and then back up to his face. “I didn’t mean it like that. I swear.” He desperately says, chest tightening in panic. “Wow, I’m a fucking idiot.” He mutters to himself, but both women hear, nodding right along with him. “What I meant was, I never thought I’d see you again. And I’m glad that I am.” He gives a small smile, thumb rubbing on the pulse point of her wrist.

It’s a soft touch, a welcome touch. Hadley can’t remember the last time she felt something like this.

“Right after high school was a bad time for me.” She says too quickly, gently taking her wrist from his hand. “But I’m doing bigger and better things now. I’m past the bad times.”

There’s a story there, and it’s got Jacob intrigued. He squints at her for a moment, trying to see if he can read it through her body language. He likes to think he’s always been a good judge of character, but he can’t read her. Something’s off, something is totally different than the Hadley he went to high school with. He just can’t quite tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“Okay, well, while I love the reunion, we kind of have a busy house tonight.” Teri brings both of their attention to herself. “So Stevens has been behind a bar before,” She explains to Jacob. “Just nothing to our caliber. Show her the ropes, teach her the drinks, explain the tab system. I pulled Hawkins,” She points to Chelsea, who’s making a drink. “From the floor to give you some backup while you train Stevens.”

Jacob nods, giving Teri a mock salute. “You got it Captain.” He grins, watching Teri roll her eyes and flip him off at the same time. “At ease soldier.” He teases.

“Stevens.” She looks to Hadley. “By mid shift I want you on your own. I know you’ll need some more training, but we don’t have time for Jacob to hold your hand all night.” She shrugs. “He’s my best bartender, which is why I let him run it back here, and we’ve got 2 bachelor parties coming in. Also, the college down the road let out on spring break, so expect a lot of frat boys.” She points to both of them. “I want all ID’s checked at the bar, you hear me?”

Hadley nods, and Jacob gives another sarcastic salute.

“Boy you’re gonna lose your job tonight.” Teri warns him.

“Oh come on Ter, I almost lose my job every night. You just love me too much to let me go.” He winks.

“Last but not least,” Teri ignores Jacob, turning back to Hadley. “If you have any trouble you tell Palmer immediately. You got me?”

Jacob nods, turning to face Hadley. “Hads.” He says softly, gently touching her shoulder to catch her attention. Her big brown eyes flick up to his stubbly face, holding all the innocence she’s always had. “If someone looks at you funny, says something that makes your skin crawl, anything that makes you feel unsafe you scream my name like it’s the last word you’ll ever be able to say. I’m not joking, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods, at both Jacob and Teri. “I got it.” She assures them, although in the back of her head she can’t help but think that no one can be worse than Brody. No one can make her feel the way Brody did. The thought of his name alone makes her want to claw out of her skin and burn it.

Teri nods at them. Turning on her heels and walking off without another word. She’s off to check in on all the girls working the floor. Making sure patrons are keeping their hands to themselves, respecting her staff. Who needs more than one bouncer when you have Teri running the show.

“Here,” Jacob hands Hadley a spare apron from the hook behind the bar. “It’s nice to keep like a pen, notepad, straws and shit like that on hand. Usually on slow nights I hide my phone in there too, that way if I need to be reached I can be.”

Hadley watches him intently while tying the apron around her waist. She follows him as he quickly goes up to the bar.

“Hey man,” He greets a customer. “How are you?”

“Jake!” The customer cheers. He looks dirty, long hair that’s going gray. He’s skinny, unnaturally skinny. He’s wearing a black Motley Crue shirt, it’s tucking into his skinny jeans. “I was hoping you were working tonight.”

“Ryan, this is Hadley.” Jacob introduces her. “She’s a new tender,” He explains, slapping Ryan’s outstretched hand away. “Be nice.” He warns. He then turns to Hadley. “This is Ryan, our biggest regular. He doesn’t bite, unless you ask.”

Ryan sends a flirty wink to Hadley, one side of his mouth lifting into a grin, showing off his yellow teeth.

“Do I wanna know how you know that?” She asks Jacob, eyes bouncing back and forth between them.

Ryan barks out a laugh, hand coming down to slap at the top of the counter. “That was good. She’ll survive here, seems like she keeps on her toes.” He states, pointing at her but looking at Jacob.

“Well,” Hadley pushes in front of Jacob, pushing a black cocktail napkin on the countertop. “You can speak to me like I’m right here, because I am.” She points to herself. “Unless you’re three shots in, then there might be three of me. You seem like a lightweight.”

Ryan stands straight, both hands settling on the countertop as he glares at her. Jacob stands behind her, trying to hold back his laugh. “Whiskey sour.” He orders.

“Okay.” She smiles, getting to work on his drink. “So you’re the biggest regular? What’s that mean?”

“Well when the doors open? I’m the first in. When they close at night? I’m the last out.” He grins, arms crossing against his chest like that’s the highest you can get in life.

“Oh,” She nods. “Gotcha, well in that case I think I’m gonna call you Gallagher.” She puts the glass on the napkin, sliding it over to him.

“Gallagher?” Ryan asks.

“As in Frank Gallagher.” She explains. “From Shameless.” Nodding to her hand that’s held out for his payment.

“Put it on my tab.” He points with his chin.

“Give me something to start a tab with.” She raises an eyebrow at him.

Ryan grumbles, digging into his back pocket and slapping his debit card into her hand.

“Thanks Gallagher, enjoy your drink.” She smiles, turning around and running smack into Jacob. “Oh shit, sorry.” She looks up at him. “I forgot you were there.” She blurts.

“Do I even need to train you?” He asks, a smile bright on his face. He’s highly impressed with the way she handled Ryan. He can get lippy, and try to get away with claiming he’s already paid.

“I mean,” She shrugs. “I worked at a bar straight out of high school. Needed something to pay the bills. It’s been a few years since I’ve been behind the bar but it’s like riding a bike. Skills never go away, all customers are the same.”

“Okay, well then, do your thing. If you need anything just holler.” He nods, turning to get started with the group of guys that just crowded the right corner.

By the time the bar is closed Hadley has created a spot for herself behind the bar. They had a few learning curves for working around each other but by the middle of the shift Teri was able to put Chelsea back on the floor. It was like they’d been partners working together for years. It just flowed, they understood the others' notes on things, they didn’t argue or have issues helping the others customers.

Personally, that’s where the awkwardness comes in. They didn’t talk at all during the night. There was never a down moment to talk. So it makes the two of them alone in the back break area very quiet. The tension is thick, and Jacob can’t stop looking at her, and she can’t stop trying to avoid his stare.

“So,” Jacob speaks up, leaning his back against the lockers. “Did you just move back?”

“Um yeah.” She answers, pulling her hoodie over her head. “I moved to Washington with my boyfriend,” She stops herself. “Well now ex boyfriend. He got accepted to Washington State, and I planned on going to a community college.”

He perks up, loving how easily she opens up to him. “What’d you study?” He asks, turning to grab his phone and wallet.

“That’s just the thing,” She grimaces, “He went to school, we got an apartment, but with his full work course who was gonna bring home money to pay the bills? So I got a job, told him I’d start school later, except later never came.” She brushes over her past quickly.

Jacob can tell there’s a more in-depth story there. That there’s more in the dark parts that she won’t shine light too.

“What happened?” He asks, following her to the front of the bar where Teri was finishing closing up.

She laughs in a self depreciating way. “It’s a long story Jacob, it’s okay.” She waves him off.

“I’d like to-” He starts, being interrupted.

“Make sure you have your tips everyone! Let’s go.” Teri calls out.

They all crowd the door, waiting for Teri to unlock it. Everyone shuffles out, soft mumbles floating through the quiet calm of the night outside. Jacob stays behind, waiting for Teri to lock back up.

“Make sure you get some good groceries okay? I saw the way those sorority girls were tipping you. Make sure you get fruit loops, she’s been going crazy for them lately.” Teri says over her shoulder.

They walk together to their cars. Jacob always makes sure to park next to Teri, that way he can ensure she gets to her vehicle safely. He’s about to duck into his car when he catches a glimpse of Hadley walking down the sidewalk.

She's holding tightly to her bag that’s slung across her shoulder. Body huddled in on itself as a way to fight off the cold of the night.

“Hads!” He calls out, watching her jump and then look over at him. He didn’t mean to scare her, but if it got her attention he’d do it again. “The fuck are you doing?” He asks.

“Going home?” She jabs a thumb over her shoulder, pointing in the direction she was walking.

“On foot?” He questions, receiving a nod. “At 2:30 in the morning?” Another nod. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“How else would you like me to get home?” She asks, throwing her arms out to her sides.

“Get in.” He tilts his head towards his car.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” She shakes her head, silently hoping he’ll leave her be.

“You aren’t asking, I’m telling you to get in my fucking car. I’m not letting you walk home at 2:30 in the morning alone.”

She sighs, weighing her options. Does she let Jacob take her home, allowing him to find out she lives in her mother's old trailer? The trailer that housed her most of her high school days? The trailer that her mother so graciously left her when she went on a bender that ended up killing her?

Or does she walk home and risk that someone else finds her and forces her a ride to god knows where?

One option is better than the other. The better option leaves her embarrassed and wishing she’ll never see Jacob again. The other leaves her dead in a ditch somewhere. With that revelation she makes her way over to his Camry. He smiles when she starts walking towards him, and it’s a smile that makes her stomach fill with butterflies. The same way it did when she was in high school.

He quickly gets in, leaning over to the passenger seat and opens the door from the inside. He grins sheepishly when she slides into the seat.

“Sorry.” He breathes out. “The handles broken from the outside.”

She laughs, and shakes her head. “What happened to the Jacob Palmer who rode his Harley to school everyday?” She asks, looking over at him.

“Life happens.” He shrugs, cranking his key three times before he can get the engine to turn over.

She eyes him suspiciously, seeing how much he’s aged since they graduated. He’s got a story behind his tired eyes, and worry caused wrinkles. It’s a story she wants to hear, and she’s 100 percent sure it’s a story she would have never guessed would be his to tell.

“So,” He turns to look at her once the windshield is defrosted enough to see through. “Where to?” His devilish smirk on his handsome face as her thinking maybe she should have gone with the other option.

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(I’m putting the rest of this under a cut because I feel bad kghglkjghlkghg TW for gore, blood, and character deaths!)

[ID: Photo 1: @kitkat1003 asked “Hey Eric what'd you do if Gavin died? Kicked the bucket? Got Murked? Permanently? How'd you deal with that? :)”

Photo 2: Eric, Gavin, and Cadence are all sleeping in one big bed, Gavin sandwiched between Eric and Cadence. Eric’s arm overlaps over Cadence and everyone is peacefully sleeping. Eric’s narration says “If I lost Gavin? I...” and he trails off.

Photo 3: Eric is walking around a stone corridor. He is in the distance. In the foreground are Cadence’s hand and the top of Gavin’s head, both covered in blood. Eric says “I fucking hate mazes, Good Robin Hood. What’s down here” and he trails off once more.

Photo 4: Eric sees Gavin and Cadence on the ground. His eyes are wide. He drops his sword. He says quietly, panicked, “No. No. No. Gavin. No. Gavin, my Child. No.” He approaches, eyes wide in panic and fear.

Photo 5: Eric drops to his knees in front of Gavin and Cadence’s dead bodies, both covered in blood and on the ground. He’s still in the middle of the stone corridor, hands lifting toward his face, which is shocked. His mouth is slightly open. His eyes are wide. He is panicked. “No. And Cadence. No. My Songbird. No. No. Gavie please. No. How did this....”

Photo 6: Eric’s hand reaches toward Cadence’s face. His eyes are open still, dull and starring at nothing. There is blood dripping from his mouth and from an open wound on his throat. Eric says “I’m so sorry. I should have....Cadence, I....”

Photo 7: Cadence is asleep in bed, Eric’s hand caressing his cheek. Eric has woken up. They’re in bed, in the Tree, safe. Eric says “I... I...”

Photo 8: Eric, shocked and panicked, slowly waking up more. His eyes are wide still as he stares up at Cadence from Photo 6, who is no longer in frame. He simply says “...” His mouth hangs open.

Photo 9: Eric leaned forward, holding Gavin’s head with his other hand while he caresses Cadence closer. He’s biting his lip, looking down in distress. Eric’s narration says “I try not to think about it.” end ID]

"I don’t know what I would do if I lost either of them,” Eric says, “So I can’t. Lose them. Luckily, we don’t die permanently. So I don’t need to think about that.”

#eric #cadence #gavin #answered #tw gore #tw blood #tw death #i need to make a scar ref for eric because mans

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1899-newsboy-strike · 4 years

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Hollywood Babylon - Dean Winchester Imagine

Requested: in s2e18, hollywood Babylon, sam and dean go undercover as PA's on a haunted film set??? id love to see a dean x reader where dean is a PA and the reader is a retired hunter who knows something up but is a department supervisor for the movie?? id love the boys to come across the reader and be like 'huh why are you familiar' (maybe John hunted with reader's dad when they were kids??) and like. shit goes down, the reader comes out of 'retirement', happy ending w dean and reader ???

Warnings: spoliers s2e18, injuries, accidents, death

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You’d been assigned the department supervisor ever since the incident, getting pulled from one of the nearby sets to now supervising a different set. Your hunter instincts kicked the second you heard the story of what happened. You started to put in “over time” staying after the day was over to make sure there’d actually been a case to work on. There was nothing to be found, but you assumed it was due to you being rusty. That proved to be so when two familiar brothers showed up the following morning.

Just like you remembered, Dean was already causing trouble with the bigwigs. You decided to just watch from where you were standing, a smirk forming on your face when you saw Sam having to clean up Dean’s mess. You quickly composed yourself when they started walking your way, and the moment they passed you you cleared your throat.

“You boys belong here?” You asked in the most authoritative voice you could manage.They both stopped dead in their tracks, turning around to face you.

“Of course, we’re P… A’s? We’re new.” Sam explained making you laugh and nod.

“Sam, Dean, stop pulling my leg. I know you’re here for the case. What’d you two get caught up in over there?” You nodded behind them. They stared at you in shock, but it finally seemed to click for Dean.

“Y/N? You’re working the case here too?” Dean asked, making you shake your head.

“I retired a few years back. I couldn’t find anything that shouts case though, I figured I was a bit rusty.” You explained, before smirking. “Now I’d do what you were told before they realize you aren’t real PAs.” You laughed making Dean groan.

“The smoothies? Where are they?” Dean asked and you pointed. “Thank you.” Dean nodded before they both walked away making you shake your head.

During your break you were at the snack table, jumping when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. You gave him a small smile, trying to finish chewing the food in your mouth faster so you could say something, but luckily for you Sam walked up and they started talking.

“Well, I think being a PA sucks, but the food these people get? Are you kidding me?” Dean explained, starting to ramble about the food making you roll your eyes and laugh. “What’d you find out about the dead crew guy?” He asked once you finally started paying attention.

Sam started explaining everything he knew, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows. Before you could say anything Dean walked away and shook your head. You started making small talk with Sam, trying to catch up on everything you missed over the years, and you didn’t like John, but part of you felt the need to give your condolences when he told you what had happened.

“I know who the guy was, come on.” Dean explained when he came back. Both of the boys were about to start walking away when Dean saw you still standing in place. “Aren’t you coming?” He asked, making you shake your head.

“I could lose my job. You guys go get what you need, and I’ll try to help the best I can here.” You explained making both of them nod.

“We’ll see you.” Dean winked, causing you to blush and smile softly.

The rest of the day had been going just like any other, you did your best to make sure everything was intact and even had time to watch some of the filming to make sure everything was up to par. You didn’t expect for an accident to happen right in front of your eyes, let alone have it get taped. You quickly made your way to a secluded area pulling out your phone and dialed Dean’s number.

“Hey Dean, it’s Y/N. There was just another accident. The guy’s dead, but there’s just something off about what happened. Hurry back, I have to call this in.” You started to explain when you got his voicemail. You shook your head, trying to figure out what to do once you’d sent everyone on their way home. You knew you should’ve gone too, but after you’d called Dean you figured you should wait in case they decided to come back.

The following day you’d hardly talked to the boys, but you couldn’t help but notice that Dean was getting into his “role” a little bit too much. You’d been in the middle of working when Dean pulled you off to the side, dragging both you and Sam to the sound guy to show you the feedback that was being recorded with each tape. You each took turns listening, and that’s when you heard your name get called.

“Listen, I’d love to help really, but if I lose this job, you both will probably get caught with not actually working here. I’m too rusty anyways, I wouldn’t really be much help. Just tell me what you guys find out and I’ll help if I can. Hey maybe even later we can hang out, just give me a call.” You explained, patting Dean on the shoulder before getting back to work.

They had called you that night, but it wasn’t to hang out. You hadn’t salted and burned bones longer than you’d been retired. You couldn’t help but get a bit weird when Dean handed you a shovel.

“What brought you guys to California anyway?” You asked while you all started to dig.

“It was supposed to be a vacation, but of course Sam had to find a case.” Dean explained making you nod. “What about you? Why’d you give up hunting? From what we remember, you were good at it, especially with your boyfriend. How’s he doing by the way?” Dean asked, making you freeze.

“Um, he died… on a case. I guess that’s why I stopped.” You shrugged, looking down as you continued to dig.

“Y/N sorry I didn-” Dean tried but you cut him off.

“It’s fine, really.” You shook your head giving him a small smile.

“What made you become a department supervisor anyway?” Sam asked after you were all done, trying to change the subject.

“I’ve always had a passion for it I guess.” You explained before you all finished. “It’s good to see you both still hunting, I mean someone has to right?” You asked, earning a soft smile from Dean.

The following morning there had been an accident, and you just knew that the work was no where close to being over. Luckily for the three of you everyone was getting out of there which meant no more incidents and time for you to actually figure it out. It had started with you all watching whatever had been filmed already, and Sam couldn’t help but notice how close you and Dean were. He’d kept it to himself, and you missed the look he’d given to Dean.

“Those incantations are real.” You observed out loud, everything finally clicking in your head.

“So we go pay a visit to the writer.” Dean explained and you nodded your head.

“Maybe we shouldn’t. It’s Walter, they rewrote everything, so he probably is trying to get back at the, for it.” You explained, getting up trying to look for the original script. You all read over the script, finding even more incantations than in the final script. “We need to go back to the studio. The writer, he’s working late today. If Walter is getting everyone back for ruining his script, this is the perfect time for him to do it.” You explained putting the script back on the table.

The whole night you’d spent trying to fix the mess, trying to get everything back to normal. It seemed that throwing you back into the hunting life wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. You and Dean shot the salt pellets while Sam dealt with everything. You couldn’t help but feel accomplished once you were done, and it made you miss hunting. The following morning Dean has even brought that up.

“You should come with us, it’s obvious you miss it. We have room for one more.” Dean explained, leaning against Baby, giving her a pat on the roof.

“Dean I don’t know...” You trailed shaking your head looking back at all the sets. “It’s been so long, I don’t want to slow you guys down.” You explained.

“We couldn’t have done it without you. It was great seeing you again, and… well if you don’t come I’ll probably never see you again.” Dean explained awkwardly, making you blush.

“So you’re asking me to live with you?” You smirked. “I didn’t take you as that type.” You joked, and it was Dean’s turn to blush. “I’d love to come with you.” You admitted, leaning forward to give Dean a small kiss.

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#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #spn imagine #dean #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean imagine #dean winchester imagine #s2e18 #2x18

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fablesrose · 4 years

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Of Kings and Shadows VI

Chapter VI

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: On Wattpad –> Here

Series Masterlist

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'Man, this thing is so itchy'

I wiggled a finger into the brace around my neck, trying to reach the itch in vain.

Every time my mind was drawn to the brace, or my neck, in general, I thought about Loki. Thor talked to me within the week, apologizing, and explaining what had happened.

"It's no excuse, of course..." He said

"But I guess this means that he doesn't have it out for me?" I tried to stay lighthearted, but couldn't help shifting the brace. I winced when I pulled a little hard, straining the weak flesh beneath.

Thor chuckled weakly, "something like that"

"Well I'll make sure not to participate in infiltration missions anytime soon, and if I do, change quickly"

"You shouldn't be on any missions anytime soon. You need to rest and get back to strength, Y/n"

"I appreciate it, and I will, your Highness"

"Good, but please, just Thor"

I simply smiled.

Flash forward a couple of weeks, in the infirmary for a check-up. They needed to see how my neck was healing and to get an idea when I can live without the brace. They keep saying I was lucky. No neurological damage, a moment longer, or harder and he might have broken my voice box, causing voice changes, and the miracle of not having any of the worse side effects. No bloody vomit, no personality changes, I didn't lose consciousness, it doesn't look like I'm going to have seizures. Only a minor concussion, no long-lasting effects.

They keep saying that, I'm lucky, but if I had just taken the jacket off. Left the helmet in the locker room. It wouldn't have happened in the first place. Just because I was stubborn. Some times it still seems strange to be able to take in a deep breath. Time and time again, I have to shake my head, dispel the uncomfortable feelings, flinch at the twinge at my throat.

I didn't feel so lucky.

"Y/n?"

I looked up to where a friendly woman was calling for me to come into the room. I never enjoyed doctor appointments, I mean who does? I feel like I'm complaining, and I always feel uncomfortable telling these things to a stranger. It's almost worse with someone you know... You see them again and they can judge you.

"Y/n, you need to relax. We can't asses the state of your [big word that I didn't catch... something in my neck] if you are straining your neck."

She had taken the brace off, and to be honest, I felt like a newborn. My head was too big for my body, and it was going to tip over, taking me with it. The only thing keeping my head up was the immense amount of effort I was putting into keeping it there.

"I know it seems weak, but it's stronger than you think. You need to relax"

I opened my mouth and stretched my jaw, trying to get the muscles to relax. Not just for her either, they were starting to painfully cramp. "I'm sorry, I'm trying. It's not working"

After about five minutes of me trying and failing to relax, she gave up.

"Okay, we're gonna have to try a different approach. I should be able to look at it without your cooperation"

I blanched, "wait... What"

Another woman came in with some equipment and a form.

"Sign this please"

I looked over it quickly, signing it with the pen she gave me. "What is this"

"Don't worry, it isn't dangerous. The form just says you are allowing us to do this and won't sue if things go awry. Which it won't" she continued to get it in the right position next to me. It looked like an IV bag, but there was obviously something else in it.

"That isn't comforting"

The doctor took a needle and the tourniquet to my arm. Then attached the bag. Only after did she turn to me and say, "well, this will be."

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Clint walked down the hall, towards the infirmary. Y/n was supposed to have her follow up around this time and thought he would check-in and see what the doc said when she got out since he had a break. He walked into the waiting room to see Y/n looking puzzled at the ground. She waved a hand in front of her as if she was trying to grab something she couldn't quite see.

"Y/n!"

She looked up and smiled before doing a more forceful slap in the air. "Hi Clint"

"Are you okay? Have you gone in already?"

"Yes and yes, I have just seemed to have lost my desk"

Clint looked around just to make sure that he was in the infirmary, questioning himself first before the girl in front of him.

"Um, Y/n, you aren't at your desk "

She glared at him, which caused him to step back, "Well obviously Clint!" She gestured at the space in front of her, "Because I lost it!"

He sighed and walked up to what one could call a receptionist, "Hey, can I take her?" Clint threw a thumb back at the confused girl sitting behind him.

The guy at the desk looked around Clint to Y/n. "Hey, miss L/n?"

She peaked her head up at the sound of her name, "Yes, sir?"

He smiled with a patience that can only be blessed with one who has dealt with way more whacked up patients, "Do you know this guy?"

"Yeah, that's Clint. Barton. Agent Barton"

"Is it okay if you go with him?"

"Yeah, as long as he helps me find my desk"

The receptionist straightened himself in his seat and fixed his gaze on Clint, "So, she seems okay with it, so I'm gonna have to get your ID and fill this release form."

Clint handed him his SHIELD ID to be scanned and started filling out the form. Once he was done he took his ID and walked back over to where Y/n was sitting... Only to find she wasn't sitting there anymore.

Clint snapped around to the guy at the desk. He just shrugged his shoulders with wide eyes, organizing the papers he got handed.

Snapping back around he said the only thing that fit the occasion, "well, shit"

Y/n wandered the hall, her lost desk long forgotten. She was hungry, and could not for the life of her remember where the kitchen was. It didn't help that the hallways kept changing like the labyrinth. She kept a hand reaching for a wall, occasionally steadying her. She followed the walls, hoping to find somewhere that had food. Soon she started to lose time and stopped paying attention to where she was going.

That was until she bumped into someone, to which she stopped and looked up at him. He seemed familiar.

"Oh, Y/n" He paused and looked at the brace around her neck, "I will just apologize for--"

"What's your name again?"

He looked down at her, baffled, "Loki"

Her eyes widened, eyebrows raised, and her mouth formed a perfect little "o" in realization, "That's right, sir. Now if you'll excuse me, Your Highness." She continued down the hall, now actively looking for the kitchen once she was startled awake per se.

Loki just watched after her confused. That was not how he expected their first conversation to go after... Not that he was planning it, but he had some ideas, and that was not one of them. After a moment he continued down the hall but was stopped again by someone else bumping into him. Loki scowled, why couldn't anyone watch where they were going?

Clint had a hand on the wall and was bent over panting as if he had been sprinting for a while. "Loki! Have you seen Y/n?"

He looked at him with ruffled eyebrows and dragged out his answer, "yes?"

Clint instantly straightened, "Where'd she go? I have liability over her at the moment and she disappeared on me."

Loki pointed down the hall to where he had spoken to her, still very much confused.

Clint dashed along the wall leaving Loki without another word. Loki had a debate in his head, and by the end of it he sighed and took off after him. It didn't take long for Loki to catch up and pass Clint with his fresh and very long legs. He eventually skidded to a stop when he found the target, still wandering with no idea where she was going.

"Y/n! There you are."

She turned at the call of her name, right as Clint caught up. "Oh hi, your highness."

Clint gasped and turned to Loki in betrayal, "what'd you do to her"

"I didn't do anything! Why's she like this in the first place?"

"Hi Agent Barton"

Clint turned his attention back to his charge, "Oh, she's just doing that thing she does." He walked up to her and looped an arm around her shoulders, making sure she didn't go anywhere, "Hey, let's get you to the common room, then we can figure out what to do with you."

"Is there food in the common room?"

"If you want there to be"

She perked up even more, "Lead the way to the food"

The three of them walked around the building to the common room, an amazing feat of navigation from Y/n's point of view. They sat her down on the couch, Loki making sure she didn't go anywhere while Clint went into the kitchen. He came back with a bag of potato chips and handed it to Y/n.

"Why is she like this? She isn't even scared of me"

"They did something to her during her check-up... I wouldn't feel too bad, she was sitting in a chair in the infirmary thinking she had lost her desk"

"Hmm"

They just stood there and watched as she ate her chips, trying to figure out what to do with her.

"What's she doing?"

"Hey Tasha, " Clint turned to the newcomer, "she's fresh from her follow up in the infirmary. I'm thinking they doped her up, so she's pretty out of whack."

"I'm on drugs?!"

Clint approached her slowly, "No! What I mean is--"

"No! I can't! Have you seen how many commercials there are??" She sobbed and looked up at Natasha, "I can't be a warning Agent Romanoff!!"

Natasha sat down next to her, "Its Natasha sweetie, you're not going to be a warning"

Y/n didn't listen, "I failed *crunch* the *crunch* D.A.R.E. program... *more crunching from chewing potato chips*"

"Oh dear" Loki, Natasha, and Clint all looked at each other, it's gonna be a long day.

Over the next hour, all the Avengers gathered in the common room to try and calm Y/n down, but nothing seemed to be working.

"I promised my parents..." That caused her to cry even more, and Bruce handed her a glass of water. "Thank you, Dr. Banner." As she drank the water she began to calm down like a miracle. She finished the glass and let out a small sniff, "I'm gonna get fired..."

They all sighed, here we go again.

"If I'm fired I won't ever get to see you guys again..."

They all paused, touched that even in her clouded brain she would think of all of them.

Tony was the first to speak, "Don't worry kid, you can't get rid of us that easily"

Everyone either nodded or voiced their agreeance, except Loki. He simply shrugged, he had no attachment to her.

Y/n reached up to scratch her neck, but just scratched the brace. She put both hands around it and felt the stiff fabric, "why is my neck so big?" She tried to take it off, but Clint stopped her.

"nonononono, leave that on. It's better than it was before. The brace is less thick this time."

"My neck was thicker?!"

"Okay!" Tony stood up from his chair, "I'm gonna ask what the crap is going on with her when it'll wear off"

Loki stood after Tony had left and started towards his room.

"Brother! Where are you going?"

"To my room to be alone"

A chorus sounded behind him, "Nope! You get to deal with her with us!"

"May I ask why?"

"Cuz you're the one who got her in this situation"

He sighed and flopped back down into his chair, summoning a book to read.

"OH! I like books. What is that one"

Loki looked at the childlike wonder in the drugged woman on the couch, "One you wouldn't understand"

There was a moment of silence, "Probably true sir" She looked down at her lap, "I want a blanket"

Loki turned back to his book while someone got up to grab Y/n a blanket.

"Why don't you tell me what the crap is going on with Y/n!?"

The doctor who treated Y/n calmly replied to Tony, "what do you mean?"

"Why did you give her so much morphine?"

"We haven't given her morphine in over two weeks"

"Then what did you give her?"

"We brought in the anesthesiologist and put her under in order for her to relax"

"Why didn't you give her something like laughing gas or something that wears off faster?"

She looked him dead in the eyes, not wavering, "Because Mr. Stark, it was my call, and we don't have that equipment here. The injuries we usually tend to are large enough for them to be put under to deal with. I suggest you don't question the medical doctor in the room"

Tony sighed and took a step back.

The doctor turned and whispered to the nurse next to her, "and the author thought it would be funny"

"What was that about an author?"

She smiled, "I was simply talking to her about my favorite book and author that I follow. It was a continuation of before you arrived."

"So how long... when will the effects wear off?"

"She should be ready to drive home by the end of the day"

He closed his eyes and huffed out a breath, "Thank Thor"

Tony reentered the common room ready to relay the news. It was almost picturesque, the whole team there, supporting a mutual friend. She was wrapped up in a blanket, carefully eating a cheese stick. Everyone seemed tired, just enough energy to make sure she didn't runoff.

Tony smiled and took the last available spot next to Steve. "She should be ready to go by the end of the day."

"That's good news. It seems like the effects are starting to wear off already."

Everyone relaxed, a quiet afternoon ahead of them. Surrounded by the people they worked with and cared about, it didn't turn out to be a rotten day. Everyone was ready for a nap though, dealing with Y/n's behaviors. So they started to doze.

Quiet

Peaceful

Comforting

"Wait! Where's my desk!?"

Tags: @nightrose64

#loki odinson #loki x reader #loki fanfic #avengersfanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers x you #tony stark #natasharomanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #thor #Steve Rogers #marvel #Of Kings and Shadows

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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Dumb dad things the boys would be caught doing

Zabdiel

-super casual and simple but like

-Hed totally get caught just pushing your kid over

-Like he doesn’t know you saw so when your little boy just plops down and starts whining you just “why’d you do that?”

-And he plays it off “i didn’t do anything wym”

-“Zabdiel i literally just saw you push our son”

-He shrugs

-“I think he kinda deserved it”

-DESERVED IT

-bc he was in his bubble apparently ur kid deserved it. Valid

-probably would get caught having a full convo with your son too

-not even about fun cute kid stuff either, it’s about things he needs to remember to do, telling him a story about something douchey someone did on tour

-Thats just very Zabdi, long deep thought out talks with his bb son about life even though he can’t understand

-K but something dangerous but not really

-Zabdiel is kinda aloof sometimes rigjt

-and is big gentle man giant

-So i see him as doing something like letting your toddler climb him literally like a tree when he’s bored and while Zab is busy on the phone or doing something important and just can’t handle it rn

-example

-Hes multitasking big time while you’re gone

-He needs to be on this call right now, but has to start making dinner and cleaning some little messes here and there

-Your son is begging for attention that he just can’t give

-so he does what any dad would do and just picks him up to ease him

-And after awhile ur kid gets kinda restless, starts climbing dad like a play thing

-he climbs up and down his torso, on his head, jumping back onto him from the counter when Zabdi sets him down for a second

-Which is valid given Zabdiel can handle it and can take care of his kid, but...

-it’s not the best sight to see walking in the door to your family with your son next to a hot stove top, plunging himself off to dangle off of your baby daddies stiff arm

Erick

-Youre driving home from work/school after a long day

-You pull into your neighborhood and on the corner of your street you spot it

-Your child

-On a baby leash

-in somEONES YARD

-rolling around in the leaves

-Erick just laughing and encouraging

-and you honk at them from your view in your car and when he sees you

-He starts laughing even harder

-Totally catch him one night playing with your kid in his room

-and as you peek in you see them just hangin, playin and all of a sudden your son snatches a plastic Dinosaur rigjt out of Ericks hands

-and Erick really sadly “heeeyy- i was playing with that 😞”

-Hed start fake crying

-Your son gets sad too and starts actually crying

-“lo siento, daddy im really sorry” in between sobs (also imagine that voice and ur lil boy with a lisp)

-Erick panics

-“aahh esta bien, niño. Let’s play with the Dino together.”

-Holds your little boy in his lap and they play together

-You cry happy tears a lil bit in the hallway

-Erick is also still like a child so this is 100% truth:

-Would get caught actually genuinely arguing with your son

-Theyre yelling at each other (your son in baby toddler babbles), and Erick is heated heated

-“que está pasando niños??” You try to gauge the situation immediately

-“he stole my last ice cream sandwich i hid in the fridge!!”

-You want to yeLL

-“Erick...”

-he glares at your son, who revolts with a tongue sticking out and arms crossed

-“you think you’ll get away with it, huh? Cuz ur cute,” he argues with him and you have to actually talk him down from his stubbornness

-“i was saving it for later today :(( “ he whines as you pull him in like you would your baby for a comforting “its ok” hug

Joel

-You’d be in the kitchen

-Come out into the living room to ask Joel to get ur little baby ready to eat

-And you catch him deadass recording your baby crying on the floor, a pile of toys around her

-“bro tf”

-“She was dancing and fell into her toy box”

-“Then whY you recording ?”

-“.....bc it was funny 😔”

-Would also do your daughters hair himself sometimes and dress her

-And you know he knows what he’s doing

-But like he also forgets she’s a baby too

-You have to remind him your daughter really shouldn’t be using his grown man curl products just yet

-or that she can’t wear a shirt that says “fuck” in it

-and she is definitely not wearing a bandana like that to picture day

-teaches your kid how to thirst trap !!

-this hoe!

-catch them both in the bathroom mirror one day, he’s shirtless, lil cute baby girl in his arms

-and she’s serving !!

-Like duh she’s your guys’ kid so she’s beautiful n shit but

-she’s posing and tilting her head in the right angles in this cute lighting (bc daddy taught her to find her perfect angle)

-He shrugs like “what’d you expect, we’re hot stuff” and smirks

Richard

-Openly and unapologetically teaching your kid how to say bad words

-and recoRDING IT

- to POST on his insta

-also would get caught scripting a whole thing for her to perform for the camera

-convinces her that the reason his hair is red is bc he drank all of his juice mommy gave him instead of spilling it out for the dog to drink

-your kid chugs down that juice like her life depends on it so she can have red hair like papi too

-tells her stories that the snacks she wants to eat before dinner make you scream and that’s why she shouldn’t eat them before dinner

-convinces her by shoving his mouthful of potato chips and immediately starts screaming to prove his point

-ur kid laughs but is also kinda terrified

-gets caught reading her stories and getting reallyyyy into it

-like acting and doing dramatically different voices for the characters

-Does the Joel thing and just dresses her head to toe in ICE like the most expensive jewelry and clothes

-kinda salt bc you don’t even dress like that

-have to stop her before you send her to school bc you know she’s gonna lose one of those expensive necklaces in the sand box or something

Christopher

-Another instance where you’re driving home alone

-Whipping down the street to see your toddler running down the sidewalk a few blocks away happily

-You flip and swerve over to park on the side of the street bc wtf ! Your kid !!

-But as soon as you park you see him

-Its Chris sprinting just as fast, frantically too

-Finally catches up with your kid and swoops her up in his arms with a relieved breath

-You roll down your window slowly

-“You pretty lil things need a ride home?” You yell out and when he looks up to see you caught him he’s dEAD

-also teaches your daughter how to cuss and cackles so hard bc it’s funny to hear her call each of her uncles “puto”

-id see something happening like

-You walk out of the room for one second during dinner and when you come back it’s food fight chaos

-Chris and your kid are racing to see who can eat the fastest but also there’s food flying everywhere bc they’re trying to distract one another and win

-lil baby hits Chris in the eye with a fistful of eggs (in this scenario it’s breakfast for dinner thx) and then he counters the hit by throwing his whole pancake at her face

-also gets caught playing dress up a little too good

-You glimpse in her room and she’s painting his nails, slapping on some gross little kid lipgloss all over his face

-and all the while Chris is smiling and acting like a pretty lady, flipping his hair around and batting his lashes all nice

-they spew some chisme back and forth, sip fake tea, and do cute model walks down the room

-You take secret pictures of the event for later blackmail

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dprwolfgang · 4 years

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Old Dog, New Bitch // Richard Camacho

This is set in 2018 for specific purposes and blonde Yashel just makes me feel things sooooo enjoy mi gente.

Richard x OC (feat. Ario Armanie)

Some cursing,Some fluff,a dash of angst and Yashel being a tease.

“Babe you home?” Ario calls out as he enters her apartment.It had been awhile since they’ve spent any time together and finally both their schedules had aligned.The takeout he brought is left on the kitchen counter as he makes his way to her bedroom.

Ario didn’t know what he expected when he walked into her room but it wasn’t the sight of her in a little black dress that he’d told her on numerous occasions that he didn’t like her wearing out in public.

“Where are you going?” He questions,arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the door frame.

“Out.”

“What about date night? You couldn’t have told me ahead of time?” He questions slightly agitated at her nonchalant behavior.

She scoffs and turns to face him after applying a spritz of the brown sugar and vanilla body spray she always wore. “Suddenly you wanna have date night when you haven’t showed up for one in six months Ario? A little late don’t ya think?”

“I’ve been busy with work! You know this.So what if I missed a couple? I’m here now aren’t I?”

“You can have date night with your other woman ‘cause I already got plans and I’m not canceling so have fun and lock up when you leave.” She pats his chest on the way out of her bedroom.

She leaves him in her apartment and heads out knowing fully well that he wouldn’t stay two minutes after she left.Niana sat in her car and waited because she knew he’d leave and that he wouldn’t call.Once he gets into his car and leaves so does she.Heading to the one person who she trusts fully right now.

______

“Nia,Nia,Nia!” Aaliyah calls excitedly as she sees her coming.

“Hey princess,hey Yoshi.” she places a kiss on the little girl’s forehead before turning to Yashua who’s busy filling his face with what looks like his mom’s sancocho.

“Richard’s not home yet and mom has Aaliyah for the weekend so you two have enough time to sort things out.” He says once he’s finished chewing.

After they both leave Niana is left alone with her thoughts.It’s not like she was cheating on Ario even though that’s what he’d been doing but more so Richard was the only person she felt that she could talk to without being judged.

She changes into one of Richard’s sweatshirts and a pair of comfortable shorts before making her way back down to the kitchen.Yashua had finished the sancocho and so she sets about making something for her and Richard.She’s in the middle of making tostones when her phone rings,the caller id letting her know that Ario was calling which was shocking as he never calls first after they have disagreements or arguments.

She answers the phone but is instead greeted by the voice of a woman that sounds all too familiar.After everything she’d done for her,this is what she turns around and does? She continues to listen to their conversation until the call cuts just as what sounded like a moan was heard.No doubt in her mind that the call wasn’t an accident.Certain that she made the right decision,she sends him the message she’d had in her notes for awhile now and then gets back to cooking.

Richard gets home just as she turns off the stove.He gives her a hug before going to take a quick shower.Niana is seated at the table,dinner already plated and a glass of wine in hand as she waits for him.Richard knows he shouldn’t be having the type of thoughts he’s been having but he enjoyed spending time with her like this.He found that even when Aaliyah wasn’t with him that his house still felt like a home whenever she was around and on the days when neither were around he either worked late or stayed with his parents.They had met through Zabdiel’s girlfriend Amará and had been friends ever since so how had it taken him so long to realize that the feelings he often brushed aside was something more than a little crush?

Once he sits they have dinner with minimal small talk but at some point he notices that she’s just aimlessly pushing her food around when he knows that it’s one of her favorite dishes and he notes another thing that he loves about her.She was beautiful in her own way even now with a pout on her face,no makeup,one of his sweatshirts on with her hair in a messy bun and her glasses on he really couldn’t help but lose his train of thought.

“Alright,what’s bothering you?” He questions. “don’t tell me it’s nothing either,what’d he do now?” He knew her and Ario had been going through some shit for the past couple months and she really was trying to make things work but the look she was giving him now told him that she was done and she’d had enough.

“Did you know?”

“Qué?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Yashel,” she sits back in her seat and downs the rest of her wine. “Did you know that Ario and Paloma have been fucking each other behind our backs?” She asks and he’s a bit taken back.He had his suspicions that she’d been fucking around but he had no proof and he certainly didn’t think it would be with a friend.

“Do you honestly think I wouldn’t have told you if I knew? C’mon now Nia we’re better than that and you know it. I had a feeling she was fucking around but I had no proof.”

They both sit in silence until she sighs.

“Lo siento, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It’s just that I feel so fucking stupid,like how do you just turn around and fuck your friend’s man when they’ve been telling you about the shit they’re going through with said man? How do you find it in your heart to cheat on a man who’s fucking amazing like sure he’s rough around the edges but none of us are perfect! I don’t get the logics of this shit,we’re good people so why’d they do us like that?”

“It’s fine nena...look bad shit happens to good people all the time but we can’t let that stop us from being decent human beings.Yeah it’s fucked up that they did that to us but we’ll be fine because before I met her it was you and I and before him it was me and you and if they can’t see how fucking amazing we are then that’s their lost because it’s always gonna be Rich and Nia.We got each other if nobody got us so hold your head high and gimme a smile.” Richard says smiling at her and she can’t help the smile that takes over her faces.

“So...what now?”

“Now I can do this.” Richard doesn’t wait for a reply before he kisses her softly.He pulls back and looks at her and smiles sadly. “I know that the kiss is probably gonna confuse things but please don’t think that I’m using you to get over Paloma. I know you took the offer in Korea and I would’ve been really mad at myself if I let you leave without doing that.You’re gonna go to Korea and when you get back we’re gonna go on a proper date and do all that cliche stuff before I make you mine officially.”

“What about Paloma?” Niana asks looking Yashel in the eyes.

“She actually broke up with me before I got home.She asked to talk so I went over after our studio session.Everything was normal until she started talking about how I let Aaliyah be around you but I never let her meet Aaliyah and then she started accusing me of cheating with you and that she couldn’t do it anymore.She had hickies that I knew I didn’t give because I haven’t touched her in months and as soon as I mentioned that she started behaving crazy so I told her that since she can’t do it anymore then maybe it’s for the best,I left and now we’re here.” He shrugs,both hands resting on her exposed thighs.

Niana stands and Yashel is quick to follow.She takes a hold of his hands,intertwining their fingers as she raises his right hand and presses her lips to the back of his hand.

“Gracias por todo y me encantaría ir a una cita cliché cuando regrese.” She pecks his lips and wraps her arms around his waist,resting her head on his shoulder as his arms secured around her waist.

“Wanna go for a drive to clear our heads?”

“How is it you always voice what’s in my head?” She questions and he smiles.

“It’s what happens when energies align the way they’re supposed to nena,now go put on some shoes,I’ll go get a shirt and we can go to the store first.” He kisses her forehead before heading back to his room.

____

“Hold up..I got a confession,while you was out doing her I was out doing him,had to teach you a lesson..” Niana sung along with Yashel as Yashua recorded unbeknownst to them.

They were on their way to drop Niana off at the airport and neither was ready to say goodbye.

She’d become like a sister to Yashua and seeing the way she treated his niece and brother and his family like her own was enough for him.When others misjudged him or even if he just needed someone to talk to other than Yashel he knew he could go to her.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, ain’t gon be the one you screwing, you made your bed boy you better lay in it..”

Yashua laughs at the irony of the song they’re both singing.Neither had cheated but been cheated on by the ones they trusted.

“Nia what time’s your flight again?” He asks.

“At midnight.”

Nothing more is said throughout the drive.Once they get to the airport and check her in Yashel is stuck to her side.

“You know it’s not too late for me to turn down the offer.” She says, idly playing with Yashel’s hair as his face was buried in her neck.

“I’m not letting you do it. I’ll be fine just let me have these last few moments before you leave for a year.” He mumbles pulling her closer to the point where she’s basically sitting on his lap. “I’ll be waiting until you get home. We’ll talk despite the time differences and..”

“Yash I’m not gonna ask you to not see other people.You’re fresh out of a relationship and I’m gonna be gone for a year.If you wanna test the waters it’s cool, if you wanna wait it’s cool, either way do whatever makes you happy.” She says and his grip on her tightens.He knew she was right but the thought of some random person seeing and touching what was his didn’t sit well with him.

His jealousy gets the best of him as he doesn’t realize he’s kissing, biting and sucking up and down the column of her throat and under her ear until her hips roll against his and her hand in his hair grips hard pulling him away.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish Rich,”

“Jesús it’s gonna be a long year.” He groans.

“Don’t get too famous on me while I’m gone.”

“No promises nena but promise me one thing,” he says and she nods.

“Promise that even if you don’t feel the same about me when you get out there or even if you meet someone that you’ll still be apart of Aaliyah’s life no matter what happens between us.”

“I promise.”

“Flight 69 to Frankfurt boarding now.” They heard the monotone voice of a woman announce.Neither wanted to say goodbye and as brave as she was trying to be Richard could see the unshed tears in her eyes.He knew that this was something she’d worked hard for and he wasn’t about to be selfish and make her stay.

As they getting closer to the boarding area Niana takes her carry on from Yashua.She hugs him, telling him to be strong and keep smiling before she turns to Yashel who had taken off his hat and pulled his hood all the way over his head.He grasps her chin with one hand using the other to pull her closer and he kisses her.

Slow and sweet and irrevocably just Richard.She feels everything he wants to say the same way he does her.They pull apart when a final boarding call is made and with one last peck to his lips she whispers to him before she’s walking away.

Yashua and Richard leave once her flight takes off, both posting pictures and wishing her a safe flight.Head against the window as Yashua drives, Richard can’t help but smile as he thinks of her and what she whispered before she left.

As if reading his mind Yashua asks, “ what did Nia say to you before she left? You haven’t stopped smiling.”

To anyone else they may have just been simply words but he knew the meaning they held and that’s all he needed.

“Rich and Nia pa’ siempre.”

#richard camacho #cnco #platano power #ario armanie #cnco imagine #richard camacho scenario #cnco scenarios #latino gang #crossover masterlist #richard camacho imagine

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halstudandruz · 5 years

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Where I’m Meant to Be

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Mouse x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Mouse goes back to the Rangers, and goes silent.

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry this one took so long I restarted it a few times before I settled on a story line, hope you enjoy it!

As I was sat in the doctors office I couldn’t help the flutter that was clear in my stomach. I tried to occupy myself, nervously playing with my hands looking around at all the posters hung up around the walls. Some of them only making me more nervous. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t know why I was here. I already knew. I knew even before I took the 3 at home tests, but I guess I just needed a formal confirmation in order to stop psyching myself out. The doctor opened the door smiling just as he went to shut it I felt my phone buzz and looked down to see “Jay Hal” pop up on my phone. Which wasn’t anything abbormal and I had just heard from Mouse a few minutes before so I quickly silenced it turning my attention back over to the doctor. “Well, Ms. [Y/L/N], it came back positive. Congratulations.” He smiled at me and then went on to explain to me everything I needed to know and what I could look forward to in the coming weeks before my next appointment. After returning to my car I opened my phone back up to see a couple messages from Jay consisting of variations of “call me when you get a chance.” I started my car up and began to head on my way home calling Jay in the meantime.

“Halstead.” Jay answered, clearly without looking at the caller ID, his voice ringing over the Bluetooth in my car.

“Yeah, what’s up.” I asked him knowing he would recognize my voice.

“When the fuck did he decide this? Are you really okay with it?” He spit out anger taking over his voice.

“Huh?” I asked confused.

“Greg.” He stated, and I knew it must’ve been bad considering Jay used his actual name.

“What’d he do?” I asked still confused.

“He just told me so you don’t have to avoid the subject with me anymore.” Jay huffed.

“Honestly Jay I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I answered camly.

“Oh okay, I gotta go then.” Jay stumbled out.

“Absolutely not, Halstead tell me what’s going on.” I rushed out before he hung up.

“Really [Y/N], this is something you should talk to him about.” Jay answered clearly realzing he had messed up.

“Yeah well too late for that, spill.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me.

“He told me he’s thinking about going back in.” Jay sighed heavily, my heart dropping to my stomach at the words.

“No he’s not. Stop screwing with me.” I laughed nervously.

“I promise I wouldn’t mess with you about this, I just figured you’d be the first person he would talk to..” Jay trailed.

“Yeah.. me too.” I sighed telling Jay that I had to go before hanging up. I spent the rest of the day in anticipation waiting for Mouse to come home. As much as I couldn’t wait to see him after my doctors appointment after Jay’s call I seemed to feel the exact opposite. I was a mix of emotions none of which I thought I’d be feeling in the same day. I didn’t react whenever Mouse came walking in the door. He walked up behind me from where I seated on the the couch.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” He asked leaning down to kiss me on the head.

“Fine.” I mumbled not averting my attention away from the TV although I couldn’t even tell you what I was actually watching.

“Okay..What are we doing for dinner? Cooking or ordering in? Or do you want to go somewhere?” He asked trying to get my attention rubbing my shoulders.

“Up to you.” I shrugged.

“What’s up?” He asked cautiously. I looked back at him but turned back around not answering. I wasn’t sure if at this point it was smarter to get in a fight with him or just give him the silent treatment so far I’d just been running with the latter. “[Y/N], come on talk to me.” He begged.

“Now you want to talk?” I asked harshly. He sighed in realization.

“Okay just hear me out..” he began.

“No Greg. No. We live together we’re supposed to be building a life together, and that means including each other in little decisions let alone deicisions as big as this. But honestly whatever. If you don’t look at it that way that’s fine. Do what you want.” I started off yelling but ended up whispering by the end of my rant. I looked at him tears flowing down my face as I walked towards our bedroom slamming the door. It didn’t take long for Mouse to come knocking at the door slowly opening it.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you until I knew for sure what I was doing. I didn’t even know if I could get my record removed, and I thought it only made sense to tell Jay first. He knows what it’s like. He was by my side through it all and I just thought it’d make more sense. I still want to talk to you about it. It’s just that whenever I’m over there I feel like I’m something good. I’m fighting the bad guys, I’m making it better for everyone here. But I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing here in Chicago. I don’t know if I’m doing good here. Other than to you and Jay I’m really just nothing. I meant something when I was over there.” Mouse explained to me. I wanted to yell and him scream at him that I needed him, he meant everything to me. That he’s doing good by staying here with me. That he was going to have a son or daughter and they needed him here. He was going to be a dad, and was definitely not going to be just a “nobody.” But I couldn’t. I couldn’t use that to guilt him into staying. I couldn’t keep him back from doing what he was meant to do, or atleast what he felt like he was meant to do. So, I let him go. I let him go without telling him any of that. Standing at the airport I was still struggling. He needed to know about the baby right? It was absolutely killing me not being able to tell him, but I didn’t want him to think I was trapping him. So, I went about it the best way I could. I stood with Jay giving Mouse our final hugs, ready to send him off. Away from us. “I love you so much.” Mouse said hugging me tightly.

“Greg... I know this probably isn’t the best time to do this, but you need to know before you leave..” I started looking down. He looked at me confused. “I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a dad. I wanted to tell you before. So bad, but I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay. I didn’t want you to think I was guilting you, but I just need you to know that now more than before you need to be smart babe. Come home to us safely please.” I begged beginning to cry. Jay and Mouse had the same shocked expression on their faces when I looked up. Right the last call for the flight went over the intercom. Mouse seemed frozen in shock still so I pulled him into a hug repeatedly telling him how much I loved him before kissing him. He did the same before hugging Jay tightly heading off towards the plane.

I had been able to talk to Mouse almost every other day either on the phone or video chat which was kind of shocking knowing how hard their schedules can be. So whenever the calls became more infrequent I wasn’t too shocked. It wasn’t until it had hit the 2 week mark of no communication that I got nervous. Jay and I had talked about it and he tried to calm me down, but he was nervous too I could tell. Everyday that went past I got more and more sick. I couldn’t live without Mouse. Getting through the few weeks without him gone was horrible enough but to actually lose him? To not plan for him to come home? To plan for a funeral instead? These thoughts flooded my mind. As I was distracting myself one night with work I heard a knock at my door. My heart immediately dropped to the floor thinking, this is it. This is the moment my life is going to change for the worse. I took a huge deep breath before opening the door, and of course at my door there was soldier. But not just any soldier. Mouse. It took me a minute to process, but I quickly lept into his arms throwing him off balance a little making him chuckle. “What are you doing here!?” I asked not letting him go so he just walked in the house with me wrapped around him.

“I was wrong.” He smiled at me setting me down on the couch along side him.

“What do you mean?” I looked at him confused.

“I’m meant to be here. With you. With our baby. I don’t want you to got through this alone. I want to experience every part of this with you. You make me feel like I mean something and not being here with you... it just feels wrong. Even for the very short amount of time I was gone. I don’t feel complete without you next to me, and I can’t wait to be a dad. I don’t want to miss any second of it.” He said rubbing his hand across my cheek. I couldn’t help the tears that started to roll down my face.

“I thought you died you idiot!” I yelled smacking him.

“Hey!” He laughed “I had to take care of some stuff and it wasn’t the fastest trip back.” He smiled.

“Well you better call Jay he’s been worried.” I giggled.

“Yeah I’m sure that’s exactly what was happening.” He rolled his eyes. Pulling me into him to kiss me. My life had felt like a whirlwind in the last month, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #greg gerwitz imagine #greg gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greggerwitzxreader #chicago pd

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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Live from Downtown Ch. 3

Written for Bim’s birthday, in the Superhero AU this is his first real public appearance.

Summary: Bim and Anti have a night on the town, Wilford joins in.

This is chapter three of the story

<= PREVIOUS

Chapter 3: You Shoot Me in a Dream, Your Better Wake Up and Apologize

Anti was cackling as he shook his spray can and fished up the image he was working on. It was a rather crude graffiti piece of Jackieboy Man, cursing as if Jackie could hear him. It was an image of Jackie in a diaper with a glass of milk.

There was a large duffle bag of spray paint cans in between Bim and Anti.

“Hey, kid, hand me an orange,” Anti grinned, “I wanna give ‘im an afro.”

“Sure,” Bim sighed, and held out the spray can.

Anti just looked at him, he took it and looked like he wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth, but closed it quickly.

The glitch demon shook the can, smiling, “So what’d yah do to piss off yer ol’ man?”

“I brought up he who must not be named,” Bim scoffed, and grabbed a grey spray can. “I don’t get why he’s more pissed at him than you.”

“Ehh, he got less pissed at me after I gave yah ta him,” Anti dismissed, trying to cheer up the atmosphere. “He’s gotten soft since. He used ta be a menace ta e’eryone and e’erythin’ an’ it’s so annoyin’.”

Bim bit the inside of his cheek, “You were the one to get them cloned right?”

Anti shrugged, “Yeah, seemed like a funny thin’ ta do at the time. An’ yah should have seen Dark’s face when he first saw ye. It was priceless.”

“Why?” Bim looked over at him.

“Why what?” Anti started making a couple quick swipes of paint to make an afro on his drawing.

“Why’d you clone them? You had to have some kind of a good reason.” Bim kept watching him.

“Didn’t really,” Anti dropped the orange can and took the gray from Bim to start a new image. This one of Dark. “I was more focused on what would piss Dark off more. After I got those screwballs working they were a bit more concerned about the scientific advances or what they could do with Dark’s DNA, and I just wanted the first living one they had.”

“What did they do with the others?” Bim asked glumly.

“Hell if I know, Dark either killed or enlisted the doctors when he found out ye were the real deal, ask him,” Anti was making his spray paint version of Dark with giant eyes, and his tongue sticking out. “It took me five years before he e’en let me get close enough ‘ta see yah again.”

Then he held out the gray spray can, “Here, draw something about yer ol’ man, blame it on me.”

Bim smiled, taking the can, “Sounds great.”

“What are you boys doing?” Wilford announced himself.

Bim jumped, almost spraying Wilford in the face with paint. “Ahhhh!”

Wilford held his hands up, “Woah, woah, Junior, it’s just me.”

“Dad, come on, I don’t need to be babysat,” Bim groaned. “The old man said I could go out tonight.”

The crazed reporter slid over to Bim’s side, “My dear boy, Dark is our chaperone, I’m here to enjoy a night on the town with one of my pride and joys. We’re going to paint the town red.”

“Literally?” Bim smiled excitably, shaking his fists up and down like he was a kid again.

Anti let out a chuckle.

“Only if Dark doesn’t catch us,” Wilford winked.

“Where are we going first?” Bim had almost an ear-to-ear grin, Wilford had an equally wide grin on his face.

“We’ll I thought we could go mess with Google’s data banks and then grab a drink or two, what do you say?” Wilford smiled.

Bim’s gasp was audible from the street, “Can I?”

“You got your ID?” At his father’s question, Bim nodded. “Then no one can stop us. Not even Dark.”

Bim looked at Anti.

Anti scoffed, smiling, “Don’t look at me kid, I don’t babysit, I enable.”

“Let’s do this!” Bim proclaimed with a huge smile, throwing his hands up.

“That’s the spirit, Junior,” Wilford slapped Bim on the back. “Let’s go Anti, I know a nice disco place that has great martinis.”

With that, Wilford led Bim and Anti with him through a portal to go and bother Google first. Before any of them were too drunk to do anything.

They wound up getting back to Dark’s main warehouse at almost 4 AM, the two of them stumbling out of the portal with Wilford, both Bim and Wilford absolutely plastered. Anti still looked sober.

“You should ‘ere what Dar told me after that,” Wilford smiled, his crazed slur even thicker, holding onto Bim around the shoulders.

“What?” Anti smiled.

“He told me to clean my suit,” Wilford laughed

Anti and Bim laughed.

Dark stormed out of his office and just gave the three of them a dirty look.

“Why are you back so late?” Dark looked at his clock.

“Yer boys are lightweights,” Anti told Dark. “Yah should be ashamed at yersef. Wil went down after only twelve martinis.”

“If you poisoned them, I’ll turn your code into a parking meter,” Dark threatened.

“Relax, kid went easy, Wil’s just losing his touch,” Anti dismissed. “S’ probably the old age.”

Wilford peeled himself away from Bim, instead half draping himself over Dark, who rolled his eyes and groaned. “Hey, Darky,” Wil smiled, poking Dark’s cheek.

“Wil, please,” Dark tried to shove him off but Wil clung to him even tighter, almost knocking them both over. “Let go of me!”

“Why would I let go of you, you smell so nice,” Wil leaned his head against Dark’s shoulder. Anti was just grinning at them.

“This is isn’t funny,” Dark told Anti, Bim walked over and hugged Dark.

“Nah,” Anti smiled. “It’s hilarious, I’m adding it to my folder of other great moments yah’ve given me.”

“Delete them,” Dark ordered, Bim trying to move to cuddle on Dark’s chest as if he was three again.

“No,” Anti opened up a portal and backed up through it. “Have fun boys, see yah kid.”

Bim was either too drunk or too distracted to answer him, and Anti didn’t wait. The Glitch Demon escaped before Dark could pry himself free to actually threaten Anti.

“Daaaaaad,” Bim groaned, hugging Dark even tighter. “I love you.”

Dark’s groan was audible.

“I love you too,” Wil answered.

“I knnnnooow,” Bim told him. “I meant him.”

“I know you love me, Sunshine,” Dark told him, combing his hand through Bim’s hair. Damien’s blue soul supplied something he kept to himself: “you shouldn’t”.

“Darky, you’re supposed to say it too,” Wilford told him, rubbing his face into the side of Dark’s neck, his mustache tickling Dark’s neck.

“I love you too Bim,” Dark heard Bim suck in a gasp and hang onto him tighter. “Alright you two, bed.”

“Only if you come with me,” Wilford chuckled.

“You’re drunk,” Dark reminded pointedly.

“Then drink some wine, join me,” Wilford complained.

In the end it took far too long for Dark to not only get Bim in bed, Dark already setting things out for him in the morning, and then to dump Wilford in bed, who was attached to Dark like velcro and refused to let go of him.

Unsurprising to Dark, both of them woke up with awful hangovers, Bim refused to leave him room, at least Wilford recovered quickly enough to help Bim through his first hangover since Dark had kept a stranglehold on both his and Wil’s liquor cabinets around Bim and his other adopted siblings.

Dark was in his office with Logan, going through some files when Bim walked in.

“I live!” Bim shouted.

“If you could keep it down, I would appreciate that,” Dark reminded, Logan turning to look at Bim.

Bim froze and looked at Logan, rubbing at his hands and smiling, “What’s your name?”

“Don’t flirt with my staff,” Dark ordered before Logan could answer. “It’s unprofessional.”

“Then quit hiring hot guys,” Bim complained as Logan just stared at him blankly. “It’s not fair.”

“I hire individuals based on skill and the ability to keep their mouths shut,” Dark quipped. “Your infatuation with them is your problem.”

Bim bravely walked up to Logan, ignoring Dark. “So what’s your name, don’t you look like a meal?”

Dark groaned, “Who’s been teaching you that?”

Bim just smiled, “Yan.”

“You’re both grounded,” Dark decided, already grabbing his phone.

“You can’t ground me, I’m an actual adult now,” Bim bit back.

“I’m working right now,” Dark dismissed. “Go talk to Illy and Yan, we’re busy.”

“See you later, try not to mess up,” Bim winked at Logan. “Wouldn’t want you to get served on a silver platter.”

“Bim,” Dark ground his teeth. “Out.”

“Fine, killjoy,” Bim groaned and left.

Logan waited a couple beats after Bim had left and it was clear Dark wasn’t going to say anything. “Back to the matter at hand Dock 18 is receiving a new shipment.”

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Birthday Post #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Thomas Sanders #Bim Trimmer #Antisepticeye #Darkiplier #Logan Sanders #Darkstache #parental affection #Dark trying to stop Bim from flirting with his employees #undercover work #Reservoir Dogs References

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hannah-deactivated20220725 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare

Words: 1,885

Characters: Duncan, Maxie and [Ezrah]

Genre: love confession

Situation: Maxie takes out a board game version of truth or dare that results in news he never expected to receive...

Maxie laughed while he pulled out a board game and tossed it on the bed where Duncan was laying on his stomach, chatting with Ezrah, teasing Maxie with his words. Maxie rolled his eyes, sitting next to Ezrah and nudging their shoulders together. "So this game is like... board game truth or dare. You guys ever heard of it?" Maxie said mischievously.

Ezrah eyed the board, "board truth or dare?" He repeated, glancing at Maxie and then Duncan, "how does it work with a board? What do we have to do?"

"So you roll a die, go forward as many times as the number on the die... then it'll either say truth or dare on it." Maxie started taking out the game as he explained it, handing Ezrah a green piece and Duncan a red one, keeping the blue one for himself. "Then you grab a card from whichever pile the card says." He pulled out the cards and set them in the middle of the board.

"Red is for dare, blue is for truth." He smiled, looking right at Ezrah. "If you refuse to answer the question or do the dare, you have to go back to where you were before the roll and you lose your roll. The first one to the end wins." Maxie beamed at them and Duncan lifted an eyebrow. "Huh..." Duncan mused, staring at the board thoughtfully. "Therw are a lot more dare spaces than truth ones," he noted.

"Dares are more fun than the truth." Ezrah shrugged, nudging Maxie, "Alright, then. I'm in. Who goes first?"

"Hmm, most daring person goes first," Maxie said, staring at his boyfriend with a smirk, handing him the die. "Hey! I'm daring!" Duncan protested, making Maxie snort.

Ezrah rolled his eyes, "Not sure how that means I'm daring, but alright." He said accepting the die and giving it a roll. "Five." He said, moving his piece onto a dare spot, "Go figure." He said, taking a card. "Belly dance like your life depends on it."

Maxie sat back with a smirk that said he was going to enjoy this game. Duncan glanced at Maxie, feeling a little pang of jealousy before glancing back at Ezrah. "You're not gonna do it, right? You only dance when you're drunk..."

Ezrah raised an eyebrow, "I can dance sober." He said, getting off the bed and performing a surprisingly good belly dance. When he finished, he sat back down smirking, "you go, Duncan." He said.

Duncan, face bright red, grabbed the die and tossed it. "Two," he grumbled, putting the red piece on the second d space. Truth. He picked up a card and announced, "Tell everyone your naughtiest dream and who it's about." His eyes went huge as he looked at Ezrah and laughed nervously. "Uhh, I'd rather not..." he said carefully. Maxie nudged him. "Come on, man! You're gonna refuse on your first turn?"

Ezrah eyed him, "Let him pass, Maxie." He said simply, "or replace it with a dare as punishment."

Duncan fumbled with the card then practically threw his piece back at the beginning. "I'll take the pass," he mumbled, handing the die to Maxie, who rolled it. "Four!" He cried in victory. He brought it to four, which was a dare. "Hmm." He grabbed a dare card and silently read it, face burning. "Uhh, I've gotta make out with the person to my left," he said, looking right at Ezrah.

Ezrah glanced at Duncan with a slight apologetic look, "alright, come on then, lover boy."

Maxie practically pounced on Ezrah, covering him in kisses before kissing him deeply, to which Duncan quickly looked away, face burning.

Ezrah couldn't help but kiss back enthusiastically, wrapping an arm around Maxie for a moment before gently pushing him away, "Alright, alright, my turn." He said, laughing as he sat up licking his lips.

Maxie also licked his lips, not noticing the slight tremor in Duncan's bottom lip as he gave a nervous laugh. "Yes. Ezrah, go," he said as lightheartedly as he could muster.

Ezrah didn't meet Duncan's eyes as he took the die and rolled, "Damn, only two." He grumbled, picking up a truth card, "where is the strangest place you've peed." He read, making a face, "gross." He mumbled, "uh... in an alley in Ibiza? I was at a festival with a friend and everything was closed." He said, handing the die to Duncan.

Duncan and Maxie both bursted out laughing at that. "Gross indeed," Funcan agreed as he accepted the die and rolled. "Three. Dare. Of course." He grabbed a dare card and scanned it really quick. "Uh, I have to..." his face turned beet red, making Maxie grab the card. "He has to profess his love to someone who doesn't know he loves them." Maxie cocked an eyebrow. "Man, so much romantic lovey stuff in this game," he mused, handing Duncan the card back.

Duncan's eyes darted toward Maxie then Ezrah, eyes asking for his permission and also asking if he even should.

Ezrah gave him an apologetic look and shrugged, leaving it up to him. As jealous and upset as he had been to see Duncan kiss Maxie... he knew what it felt to watch the person you loved with someone else. And for all the grudges he held... he wouldn't do that to Duncan. It wouldn't be fair.

Duncan's eyes widened in fear before looking down at the bedspread. "Umm..." he fought with whether or not to do it. What if it ruined their friendship? But Maxie had no problems being friends with girls that liked him, so maybe... "MaxieIlikeyou," he said in one swift word, making the young vampire blink. "What was that?" Maxie laughed and handed him the phone. "Be serious, man. Call your crush."

Duncan fumbled with the phone, looking between his two closest friends before putting it to his ear. Maxie's phone started ringing, making him laugh. "Hold on, guys, I'm getting a call." He glanced at the caller ID. "Dude, Duncan, you accidentally dialed my number."

"Maxie." Ezrah sighed, "come on. Use your brain. Make your parents proud." He said, staring at his boyfriend pointedly.

Maxie's face brightened. "What?" He said, pressing ignore on Duncan's call, making his heart sink. "M-maybe I should... go..." Duncan said dejectedly as he started to slide off the bed. Maxie watched him in confusion. "Why are you leaving?" He asked. "You'll never get it, Maxie. Not that it matters, since you have Ezrah now but... just to have my feelings acknowledged like his finally were..."

"Maxie, think." Ezrah said, putting a hand out to stop Duncan from leaving just yet, "really think."

Maxie frowned, studying Ezrah's face, confused. "Why are you encouraging this?" He asked bluntly. "Yeah, Ezrah... you're dating him," Duncan mumbled.

"Because I've been there." Ezrah said, "and yeah, I'm dating him. But, I know what it's like to confess and not even be acknowledged. And if you went with the dare, Duncan, it's because you want him to know." He paused, looking at Maxie, "I know how badly it can hurt. And this isn't just between two people. You knowing means you understanding that the dynamic changes when we act coupley. I don't want to hurt Duncan unintentionally."

Duncan's face darkened a shade as he glanced away, though falling still at Ezrah's thoughtful words. "Thank you," he practically whispered after a while.

Maxie stared at Ezrah, studying his eyes, then glanced at Duncan. "Wait, so... you're being serious?" He asked after a moment's hesitation. "I fucking kissed you, Maxie! What more do you need to see it?" Duncan asked, voice trembling as he looked away. Maxie stared, wetting his lips as he glanced at Ezrah with eyes that were lost for words.

Ezrah gave Duncan a sad smile, "He's cute, but he's dense." He said, looking at Maxie, "I don't have many friends, Maxie. I'm a right asshole with anger and drinking issues. But I like Duncan. He's... a really fucking good friend to us."

Maxie glanced at Ezrah again before looking at Duncan. "What do I say though? I'm in a relationship. I-" "I get it, Maxie. I should have just kept it to myself." Duncan stood this time, grabbing his jacket. "I'll see you guys later," he grumbled miserably.

"I'm sorry, Dunc." Ezrah sighed, watching him go, before looking at Maxie helplessly, "I don't know what you should say. But I think you knowing will help... not make him uncomfortable in the future. More than we probably would normally."

Maxie stared as Duncan threw the jacket over his shoulder and left the room. "What-" Maxie began but sighed with frustration, growling a bit. "I'm not even that great!" He argued. "Why would both of my best friends feel like this? I mean... I can't date both of you!" He dropped his voice so only Ezrah would hear. "Even if I could, I'm not sure I would."

"Nobody's asking you to." Ezrah said, "and we love you because you're you. You are dense, yes, but you are the most caring and supportive guy. You're there for the people you care about. You've got a stunning smile and gorgeous eyes... god, Maxie, you're everything."

Maxie blushed darkly. "Well you're supposed to say that!" He argued sheepishly. "You're my boyfriend..." He stared at Ezrah quietly, licking his lips. "What do I-" he cut himself off to push off the bed and run after Duncan.

A few minutes later, he returned. Without Duncan. Looking tired but like he accomplished something great. "I think... it's okay now..." he said carefully.

"What'd you tell him?" Ezrah asked, leaning back against the bed and holding a hand out for him.

Maxie took the hand and kissed it, trailing kisses up and up until he reached his neck, pouncing on him and smother his face in kisses.

Ezrah laughed, getting distracted for a moment as he kissed back, "Seriously, what did you say?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Maxie's neck.

Maxie held his hips quietly for a moment before replying. "I told him that I was sorry I never saw how he felt... and that he was a great guy and deserved to be happy... and that he was strong and brave for telling me," Maxie told him quietly, nuzzling their noses together.

Ezrah smiled at him, pressing their lips together, “Good. Thank you.” He said, “now, you gonna kiss me? Or should we find all the dirty truths and dares and play them out?”

Maxie hummed mischievously at that, smirking, then pressing their lips back together, pulling him closer and groaning softly against his lips. "Maybe both?" He suggested playfully.

Ezrah laughed, kissing back, “Pick a card then.” He said, eyes bright as he looked up at Maxie.

"I think for my first one, I wanna answer the question Duncan skipped," Maxie purred, climbing on top of his boyfriend and kissing and lightly nibbling his neck. "But maybe... instead of me telling you what the dream was..." He leaned into his ear and whispered, "we could act it out."

Ezrah's eyes lit up, "Does it involve your handcuffs?" He asked.

Maxie smirked and murmured, "why don't you come here and find out?"

Ezrah grinned, crawling over to him and straddling his lap, pulling him into a deep kiss.

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19mrs-barnes17 · 5 years

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Plane Music

Summary: Its been years since first meeting the Winchesters, but something in Sioux Falls seems to draw them back to the small town.

Part: 2/?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: kinda dark, death, may be emotionally triggering

Word count: 2,932

A/N: Part two is finally here after a year! This one I got a little carried away with... lol. Anyway, enjoy!

Life after meeting the Winchesters, yes they make quite an impact, can only be described as fulfilling. Their sense of purpose and pride is absolutely infectious, so much so that Y/N found herself become bolder and more deadly. She had begun to wonder if the transaction had even truly occured when she got the first of many calls to come.

Dean Winchester calling, her phone had said, and she nearly fell out her chair at the sudden sound. Calls came every now and then, she always accepted the invitation. Once the texts began, well, they never seemed to end. Her mornings began with a check of her texts and a smile upon her face when she saw the little number one on the message bubble.

Years went by but nothing truly changed in their relationship, he was always traveling and she was almost always in her apartment. Y/N only left Sioux Falls for the occasional case, she had to keep up the appearance of a job to her mother. In reality, she paid her bills thanks to an agreement between her and Bobby Singer. He wasn’t the town drunk everyone cracked him up to be, and he had agreed to help her scam the money so it couldn’t be traced to her. She told her mother that Bobby had hired her to help him with cleaning his house and assist with car repairs.

The ringing of her phone had Y/N shutting her book, a small smile slipping onto her face as she turned the device over in her hand. However, the caller ID threw her for a loop. Why was her mom calling? She was always working at this hour or doing rounds, Y/N’s heart dropped.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” Her mom’s voice so small on the other line spoke news that nearly ended with her phone on the floor. “That’s impossible, mom he died we went to his funeral pete’s sake. I stayed with you while they piled dirt on his coffin.”

“Honey, I know. I know I sound crazy, but it's true! Here I’ll have him say something.” Y/N could hear her mother call for someone who she knew couldn’t be there, but when a little voice came over the line her world cracked and crumbled.

Her drive to her childhood home was erratic and warranted several tickets yet, there was no patrol car in sight. Y/N was too distraught to question such a thing, her mind was an absolute madhouse. Thoughts raced through as she began to question everything, a million inquiries and all she knew was that he was alive.

The moment he raced into her arms everything slipped from her mind, she seemed to forget the questions that her hunter instincts were adamant on answering. All experience in questioning the supernatural completely clouded over by her baby brother’s reappearance. He was alive! Alive and sitting on her lap as they watched cartoons, just like they used to. Somehow it felt as though she had been launched back in time, a time when life was easier.

“Hey buddy.” She knocked softly on his door the next morning, a soft smile on her lips as she stared down at his slumbery form. “Mom’s at work, you want some donuts from the diner?”

“Secret donuts?” A nod from her had him smiling mischievously, a sight that had her heart feeling warm and full once more. It had been a long time since she had been this happy.

Sitting upon the stool, she beamed brightly and relayed her order to the server. He was quick to put in her order and she was soon exiting the diner with a bag in hand. However, the moment her eyes landed on him she froze in place and her smile faltered a little.

“Y/N?” She made a speedy recovery, a cautious smile dancing onto her lips. She raised a brow at the Winchester brothers and placed a hand on her hip. Sam waves but continues muttering into his phone exasperatedly while Dean utters a hello.

“Don’t tell me this lil’ ol’ town has you boys interested. On a case are we?” Dean nods, a strange look in his eyes and a ghost of a smile on his lips. “What drew you in?”

“A Mr. Wells claims to have seen a dead man kill.” Sam answers as he ends his call, shrugging at the claim.

“Digger? You here about his ravings on the Benny Sutton murder? Hate to say that may be a lost cause. Benny had a lot of enemies here.” She hated lying to them, but at least it was more of a white lie. Benny was widely hated but, between her brother coming back and Digger’s hollering about a dead man, she knew there was definitely a case here.

“Really?” Y/N nodded and made an apologetic face, but the boys both had a look on their face like they weren’t quite buying it.

“Afraid so. But he’s right inside if you want to ask him yourself, always good to check. Anyway, happy hunting. I’ll see you guys around.” She waved them goodbye and hopped in her car before they could question her further.

Owen was jumping up and down by the time she got back, his eyes wide as he glanced down at the paper bag in his big sister’s hand. She had to hold it high before he yanked it from her grip, setting it on the counter. She chuckled at his excited face and placed a donut on a napkin before him. It wasn’t there for long.

“Woah buddy, you gotta slow down. Can’t inhale your food remember?” He smiles sheepishly as she takes a bite of her donut. “See. Nice and slow.”

“Can I have another?” He began begging insistently, something she had somehow missed him doing in their time apart.

“You remember our rule bud?”

“Three donuts, one for each and we split the last one.” She nodded, her hands already reaching into the bag and tearing the donut in half. “Left hand.”

Y/N handed her brother the piece and ate hers while tossing the bag in the trash, her phone ringing in the process. She motioned for Owen to answer it and cleaned up their places as he spoke to their mother.

“What’d she say big guy?”

“She said I should eat an apple. I don’t want an apple.” Y/N chuckled before grabbing an apple from the basket and slicing it half.

It was late when her mother came home from work and she seemed exhausted. Y/N suggested take out and her mom couldn’t say no, far too tired to cook. They spent the evening watching movies and making up for lost time together. Her mother and her were cleaning dishes in the kitchen when Y/N heard Bobby’s name come up in her mother’s talk about her day.

“Singer?” Her mother nodded and went off about how he was helping two fake FBI agents parade around asking questions about the dead rising in Sioux Falls. Y/N’s heart dropped, Sam and Dean had been caught. “What happened with them?”

“Oh, I let em go. Gave them a stern warning” Nodding her head and dropping the subject, Y/N couldn’t help but feel relieved that her mother had turned her cheek. She was simply glad her mother didn’t bring up her disapproval of her daughter working for the Bobby, again.

Y/N went home to her apartment that night, promising her little brother she’d be back the next day to take him to a movie and out to lunch. When she returned, however, there was a certain tall hunter peering in the side window shaking his head. Shit. Sam turned and froze in place as she exited the car looking guilty as hell.

“I can explain.” He nodded, a disapproving gaze set on her as she spoke. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to be involved. When I saw you two here I was panicked, but I think in the back of my head I was relieved.”

“Because then it fell on us, and you wouldn’t have to deal with it. Your hands would be clean and you could go on living with him back.” She shook her head as tears threatened to spill over, Sam’s face softened a bit.

“No, I was relieved because it meant there was someone else to pull the trigger. Someone who could be stronger than me, who could get the job done.” A tear slid down her cheeks she cast her gaze to the side, breathing deeply to try and pull herself together. “I knew the job had to be done, but every time I look at his sweet little face… I wasn’t sure if I could do it. And I couldn’t take out the rest and leave him behind. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Sam pulled her into an embrace and she sobbed into his shoulder, because she knew that this meant her time with Owen was dwindling down to its last few hours. Her heart shattered at the thought of losing him again.

“I know, I couldn’t do it if it was Dean. So I get it. We’ll be back when he starts to turn, you shoot a text when it starts okay?” All she could do was nod as she tried to compose herself.

“You better get out of here before my mom sees you. She’ll go ballistic.” Sam chuckles at the image in his head before waving and heading to the car.

It was a perfect way to go out, smiles and laughter from the pair all day. Y/N had forgotten for a little while that this was not forever. Owen was beginning to feel unwell after running around the park and she was jolted back into reality, brow furrowed as she drove him back home. Lying that he was going to be okay broke her heart to pieces, she hated preaching false hope when she knew what was to come. She dropped him off and sent Sam the dreaded text, ‘His temperature is rising’.

With her car parked in the street, all she could do was wait and it was excruciatingly painful to do. She felt as though her chest were under a car being lowered to the ground, the pressure increasing the longer she sits there until eventually it becomes too much. She burst through the front door and found her mother standing in front of a blood trail. Rushing to her side, Y/N grabbed her mother’s shoulder and pulled her back. Her father’s lifeless body on the floor nearly froze her in place, but she pushed through the tears and horror.

“Mom. We have to go! It’s not Owen anymore! Please, he’ll eat us too.” Tears were pouring down her cheeks as she did her best to pull her mother from the room. When Sam charged in she begged for his help in ushering her mom out the door, and as he began reasoning with her a dreaded thought entered Y/N’s head. It has to be me.

While Sam was distracted talking to her mom, Y/N grabbed her pistol from the glove compartment and slowly made her way toward the door. Sam put a hand on her shoulder, concern evident in his eyes.

“You don’t have to do this Y/N. I told you I would do it for you, it’s okay. You don’t have to see it.” But Y/N shook her head, because she couldn’t bear to hear someone shoot her brother. She needed to do it, she needed to be with him in his last moments like she wished she was when he had died. She never got to hold his hand as he went, to say goodbye. It may not make sense to any other, but in her mind this was her chance to say it to him.This time she would have to burn his body, there would be no funeral and no other opportunity.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t feel it mom. He’ll go quick and peaceful like he should have.” Her mom nodded through the tears, an understanding in her eyes. “You two make sure the town’s safe.”

Her heart felt heavy as she entered her home for the last time, she would never be able to look at these walls the same. Owen cocked his head to the side as he looked at his sister with emptiness in his eyes.

“I love you so much Owen. Goodbye, little buddy.” Y/N aimed the pistol and with a shaky hand, fired a single shot. Immediately after she dropped the weapon and ran to her brother’s side. She released everything, tears streaming down her face as she rocked back and forth with his lifeless body in her arms. Y/N cried out, her voice hoarse and pained as she held him close and grabbed her father’s hand. Her thoughts were filled with memories of the two of them dancing around the living room in their pjs and singing at the top of their lungs. When her father had surprised her with a car on her 17th birthday, because he was proud of the person she’d become and couldn’t wait to see what she would do. And of all the times the four had had together in this home.

Time passed slowly, she was unaware of how long it had been since she had last seen her mother or Sam. The only thing on her mind was the pain in her head and heart, the pain that would become a reminder and painful memory. Gradually she placed Owen back on the floor and used the couch to stand, her eyes scanning for the closet. Soon she had both her father and brother cover and then wrapped in multiple sheets, tying the ends with rope she found and cut in the garage. Both bodies lay away from the pools of blood, side by side, as she began to clean the floor. She couldn’t quite grasp why she was doing all this, but it kept her busy and gave her less time to think. Any minor distraction she welcomed.

She didn’t turn to face whoever opened the door, doing her best to ignore the creaking of the floorboards. Until suddenly, a hand grabs hold of the mop and an arm is wrapped around her protectively. Her eyes met Dean’s and, though she had thought all her tears had been cried, she once more fell apart in his arms. There was a comforting feeling enveloping her as he gently rubbed her back, saying no words because he knew that none would help. Y/N held onto him tightly, knowing he would be there to help take care of things. A friend, and someone to lean on.

Dean held onto her as they watched the pyre burn, her mother sent a look that had Dean recoiling his arm with an awkward chuckle. Y/N grabbed his hand instead, eyes remaining on the burning fire before her with a melancholy that she would never quite be free of.

“Walk with me?” She spoke loud enough that only Dean could hear, eyes searching his for a sign. He glances over at her mother for a moment before nodding, following as she leads him through the gravestones. She’s silent for a while, and she can feel his eyes on her but that only makes it harder to speak.

“What's on your mind?” She chuckled at the broadness of the question, and he muttered a ‘you know what I mean’. But in truth, she wasn’t sure what exactly was the drive to be alone with him and away from her mother’s gaze.

“I know this timing is weird, but right now I could use some clarity.” He nodded for her to continue, and after a deep breath she collected her thoughts. This is a lot harder than the movies make it seem. “Listen, I’m just going straight to the point. What are we?”

She pauses and drops his hand when they’ve put a sufficient distance between them and the pyre that would haunt her memories. Refusing to move her gaze from his Y/N furrowed her brow and scoured his expression for some kind of sign. His eyes grew soft as they gazed in hers, his hand reached for hers and held it firmly.

“Something, I hope.” She gazed at him quizzically, likely with the same question in her head that had bugged his for the past couple of years. “Something more than just a friendship. A shoulder to cry on, someone to help carry the load that is this life and to help forget its trauma for a little while.”

Dean held onto her hand as if letting go meant rejection, meant saying goodbye. There was a sorrow that hid within his eyes, one she would come to recognize in her own. Her hand moved to caress his cheek and he held it there against his skin, almost like he had been without a loving touch for too long. She wasn’t sure whether it was the way he held her or the look in his eyes, or even the long drawn out phone calls during her drives to join a case. Whatever it was, it made her bold. Not enough to go the mile, but enough to meet halfway. And it felt like she had found a new home in his touch and his embrace, but most importantly, in his heart.

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No One Else Chapter 5: The Hunt

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“Where the fuck is Kate, you freakin’ lunatic?” Sonny screams into Mary’s face.

Olivia Benson rolls her eyes and stands, pulling Sonny by the arm from the interrogation room. “Yeah, so much for that,” she says as she pulls the door closed behind them.

Sonny paces in front of the one-way glass, gesturing at his former assistant, sitting quietly crying at the table in the room. “Look, I’m sorry, Liv, but she has Kate! We don’t know where she is, we don’t know what she’s done to her… she could by dying right now. I know she knows where Kate is, and so do you.”

“Yes, Carisi, I believe you, and we will get her to talk. But having you here isn’t helping. You’ve tried sweet-talking her, that didn’t work. And you just saw how well losing your mind went.”

The pacing is getting to Olivia. She wishes Sonny had been able to get Mary Duderon to talk, but he hadn’t, which means that at least she doesn’t have to watch him pace the interrogation room any more.

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you. I’d be as upset as you are right now. But I can’t let you back in there. You asked us to take this case, now you need to let us handle it. You want to help Kate, that’s what you need to do.”

Sonny looks at her for a few beats, knowing she’s right, but wanting to beat the information out of Mary. Kate has been missing since last night, almost eighteen hours now, and Sonny is frantic. All his fear and anger is focused on the mousy, chubby woman sitting looking around the box, dabbing her eyes occasionally and looking for all the world like the least likely kidnapper ever. But Sonny knows different. She hasn’t shown her crazy to the SVU detectives yet, but she will.

At that moment, Scott Lam comes around the corner with a folded paper in his hand.

“Thank God,” Sonny says, snatching the search warrant from him. “I’m takin’ Fin and Amanda.”

“You can take Fin. But I need Rollins for this interrogation,” Olivia says, waving him toward the squad room.

*********

Sonny isn’t surprised to see that Mary’s apartment is sparkling clean and perfectly organized. He is surprised to see a large, framed copy of his ID photo from the DA’s office. The presence of the picture itself is creepy enough, but its prominent placement in her living room is also troubling.

“Just be glad it ain’t next to her bed,” Fin says, laying a comforting hand on Sonny’s shoulder.

He doesn’t really expect Kate to be held in Mary’s apartment; somehow that seems too easy. But he still tears through the small flat calling Kate’s name until it’s clear she isn’t there. Kate’s partner, Tom Hensler, meets them at the apartment and, after a quick introduction to Fin, goes in search of the Building Manager or Superintendent, or whoever might be able to give him access to any other places in the building that Mary might possibly be holding Kate. After that, he’ll begin to knock on the neighbors’ doors, hoping to learn something helpful.

Sonny and Fin turn up several disturbing things during their search of Mary’s apartment. One is the picture of Sonny and Kate at Forlini’s, or what’s left of it. Mary has burned Kate out of the picture.

Sonny and Fin share a look of horror at that, after which Fin says quietly, “Let’s just keep on lookin’. We don’t know anything yet.”

In Mary’s bedroom, they find a sort of macabre shrine where she has photos from the press conference following the trial, as well as pictures from the party afterward at Maxwell’s that she appears to have downloaded from social media sites. They are candid photos taken by various people, which Sonny recognizes because he’s in all of them. He can remember posing for most of them, although there are a few where he’d simply been caught in a shot. Many have been blown up to a large size, and most other people cut out so that only Sonny remains, then framed. Sonny feels icy chills creep up his spine looking at them.

There is one picture, larger than the rest, among the framed photos. Sonny remembers posing for this one, as well. It’s of him and Mary at the Maxwell’s after-trial party. The picture is a simple posed shot of some of the people they work with, in which Sonny is standing behind Mary. She’s cut everyone else from the picture and blown it up so that it looks as though it’s a photo of just the two of them.

As it turns out, there is a picture of Sonny next to the bed. Several, in fact. These are the most disturbing of all. They’re pictures Sonny recognizes, which Kate must have posted on social media, because they’re all pictures of Sonny and Kate. But Kate has been removed from the photos. Mary has very skillfully used Photoshop or some other program to substitute herself in each of the pictures. It’s all Sonny can do not to smash them to pieces.

Besides the pictures, they find a shirt Sonny discarded at work after a cartridge of printer ink exploded on it, and a number of napkins he apparently used at one time or another. He can feel his stomach churn at the evidence of Mary’s obsession with him.

What they don’t find is anything obvious that will lead them to wherever Kate is.

After a careful search, they find that Kate is nowhere in the building where Mary lives. They haven’t found any receipts or other evidence that Mary rents a storage unit or some other place she could be holding Kate. And none of the neighbors have seen or heard anything to indicate Mary’s had any visitors – ever. Certainly not one who was there against her will.

Sonny is beside himself. Not only have they proven that Mary is dangerously obsessed with him, but they’ve found nothing to indicate that she is holding Kate somewhere. Which leaves one horrible possibility.

***************

Amanda Rollins needs to proceed very, very carefully. She wonders why Mary Duderon hasn’t lawyered up – she works for ADAs, she has to know better – but she has a suspicion that, in Mary’s twisted mind, being here will result in more attention from Sonny.

“This is where Sonny worked before the DA’s office, did you know that?”

Mary sniffles. “Yeah, I knew that.”

“I was his partner for more than five years. I know him pretty well.”

Mary just looks at her, saying nothing but betraying just the slightest bit of… something. Amanda hopes she knows what it is.

“He ate dinner at my house more than at his own. Practically helped me raise my daughters.”

“When is Sonny coming back?” Mary asks.

Amanda continues as though she hasn’t spoken. “Of course, it all changed when he went to the DA’s office. He still came over sometimes, but I hardly get to work with him anymore. And then when Kate came along, no more dinners. Do you know Kate?”

“I’ve met her.”

“He’s crazy about Kate.”

Nothing.

“Sonny, he always had a thing for her. They were together in Brooklyn, you know, before he came to Manhattan.”

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, and he always used to talk about her. He would tell me how much he missed her, how great things were between them, that kind of thing. It was so cute, how it was just always Kate, Kate, Kate.”

“That’s ridiculous. She wasn’t even his girlfriend then. She let him go.”

Amanda definitely has Mary’s attention now, if the malevolence in her comments is any indication.

“Maybe. But the minute they saw each other again, they were back together. I think they’re soulmates.”

Mary doesn’t like that assertion at all. But she says nothing more.

*************

Tom Hensler is having no luck checking Mary Duderon’s social media accounts, because she has none. That seems right, if she’s as insular as she appears, but they also haven’t seen anything around her apartment that indicates any hobbies, other than her cats. And how much time can you spend hanging out with cats? She doesn’t appear to be a reader, she doesn’t have a collection of movies, there are no crafts in her apartment, and as far as he can tell, she has no friends. Can she really spend all her time watching TV? Or surfing the internet but making no connections?

He hopes TARU will hurry up with the forensics on her computer. He had personally brought it to them, making sure to let them know that the vic was a missing cop. A couple of techs there know her, and said they’d do their best. Although they’ve only been partners for a few months, he and Kinsella are starting to form a solid partnership. He likes Carisi, too, and he can see the guy’s a wreck. He imagines what he’d be like if it was his wife, Kelly, who was missing, and actually has to admire Carisi for remaining as controlled as he is.

************

Sonny returns to SVU, simply because it feels right to be investigating Kate’s disappearance from there. So far, with the apartment yielding nothing but shudders of disgust, the only possible leads are Mary’s computer, and Mary herself. But even if she has no friends, she has to have family, right? That’s something to check out. He gets on the phone with the DA’s office, demanding Mary’s personnel file, and hoping they wouldn’t make him bother to get a warrant. He’ll get it if he has to, but it would take time. And all he really wants to know is Mary’s emergency contact.

While he badgers the HR Director on the phone, he works the computer. It feels oddly comfortable to be back in detective mode, sitting at his old desk. He may be a new lawyer, but this, he knows how to do.

“Hey, Carisi,” Fin calls over from his desk when Sonny hangs up the phone. “This is interesting. Your friend’s got a record.”

“Seriously?” Sonny gets up and goes over to Fin’s desk.

“Yeah. You ready for this? Three different guys have taken out restraining orders against her, and she’s got a conviction for Second Degree Stalking.”

“Second degree? That’s not easy to get. That’s stalking behavior plus the victim has a reasonable fear of harm and either a weapon is involved it’s a repeat conviction within 5 years. What’d she do?”

The crimes of which Mary has been convicted look very much like her behavior toward Sonny and Kate. This is something they can work with. It’s also encouraging, in that she has frightened people, and destroyed some property, but she’s never actually hurt anyone. She’s pled to stalking, so some of the property crime charges were dropped, but she’s been violent before, at least towards her victims’ homes and cars.

“We need to talk to these vics. See if they know anything that can help.”

“What I wanna know is, how’d she get a job in the DA’s office with a Class E felony on her record?”

“Let’s worry about that when we have Kate back, huh? You try to find the family, I’ll see if I can track down these vics.”

Sonny tries to focus on his work. He ignores the part of his mind that wants to scream with terror and frustration, focusing all his attention on the immediate task at hand. He’ll have plenty of time to freak out later, and it will do no good to imagine nightmare scenarios of where she might be. Right now, he has to find the woman he loves. He closes his eyes briefly in prayer, thinking that he’s been praying so much God might return Kate just to shut him up about her, and picks up the phone.

Within an hour, Sonny and Fin have a list of people to go see.

************

Amanda sits looking at Mary, who fumbles almost continuously with the edges of her oversized pink sweatshirt, the seams of her jeans, or her hair. Amanda hopes it’s more than just nervousness about being questioned.

“So, Mary, why don’t you tell me about you and ADA Carisi?”

Mary looks at Amanda, eyes wary. “I was his assistant.”

“Yeah, I know. What was that like?”

“I don’t know. It was OK.”

“What’s he like to work with? As an assistant, I mean. Was he nice to you?”

“He was OK.”

“Really, Mary? Just OK? Not good? Not bad?”

“Good, I guess.”

“Me, I liked working with him. We talked to people right here in this room, in fact. Right here at this table. All the time.”

Mary seems not to react, but after a few moments of silence, Amanda notices her put her hand flat on the table and move her fingertips ever so slightly, as if stroking the table Sonny touched.

“When is he coming back? I really want to see Sonny.”

“I don’t know, Mary. He’s out trying to find Kate. He’ll probably keep going until he finds her.”

Mary looks straight at Amanda for the first time all day. Amanda smiles a little wistfully at her. “I wish somebody loved me like that, y’know?”

“He doesn’t love her.”

“Of course he does. You must’ve seen it. Heard it in his voice.”

Mary shrugs, but there’s a definite change in her posture. She stiffens a bit and lifts her chin.

“But now she left. Now he’s with me.” Mary quickly adds, “At the DA’s office, I mean. We work together.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“I do everything for him. He depends on me.” An element of defensiveness, possessiveness colors Mary’s speech.

“I’m sure he does, hon. But it’s not the same.”

“She left. Now he’s mine.”

Amanda injects a sympathetic note into her voice. “I don’t think so, Mary. He’s Kate’s.”

“Kate.”

Amanda allows herself to react to the acid tone with which Mary hisses the name, but only a bit. “You don’t like Kate?”

“Don’t know her.”

“C’mon. There’s nothing wrong with admitting you don’t like her. I don’t.”

“You don’t?” Mary sounds genuinely surprised.

“I don’t think she’s right for him.”

“She’s not.”

“Right. But I guess it doesn’t make any difference, since he’s in love with her.”

“No, he isn’t,” Mary snaps.

“I suppose he talks about Kate all the time, though, doesn’t he?”

“Not that much. He doesn’t care about her. Not really.”

“No?”

“No. He’ll get over her now that she’s gone.”

This is the delicate moment Amanda’s been working toward. “You think so?”

The superior look Mary gives her isn’t what bothers her. It’s the malice. “Of course he will. He has me now.”

“Are you…” Amanda hopes she gets the inflection right. It’s crucial.

“Sonny and I love each other.”

“You do?” Amanda acts surprised, but also as though she believes her.

“Well, we can’t talk about it yet. First we had to stop working together. That’s why he got reassigned, you know.”

“Oh. So now that he’s reassigned, you can go public?”

“He’ll have to pretend to be sad about Kate for a while, of course…”

“Sad?”

“Yeah. You know. Because she’s gone.”

“You said that before. What makes you think she’s gone?”

“I know she is. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? Because she left him?”

“Sonny doesn’t think she left him. He’s afraid something happened to her, Mary.”

“Nothing happened to her. She just left him. I know he’ll be sad for a while, or he’ll pretend to be. But I’m here to comfort him.”

“He seems kind of mad at you.”

“I know, but he isn’t. He’s just upset because Kate left him. We’ll be fine.”

“How do you know Kate left him? Maybe she’s just, I don’t know, visiting a friend or something.”

“She isn’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I just… know.”

“But, Mary, how do you know?”

“I just know.”

Amanda Rollins isn’t giving up.

**************

“That bitch is cray-cray.”

The man standing in the doorway of his house is clearly disgusted by the whole topic of Mary Duderon, and annoyed that he has to talk about this yet again.

“We’ve read the police reports, and your statement to the court in support of your request for a restraining order. So we know what she did. What we’re wondering is whether there’s anything else you can tell us,” Sonny says.

“Like what?”

“A woman is missing. We think Mary Duderon had something to do with her disappearance,” Fin explains. “Can you think of anywhere Mary might go, anyplace she might have access to?”

“Look, I haven’t seen her in years, and I don’t want to. I barely knew her! She just… latched onto me and when I told her to get lost, she got mad and trashed my car. That was it. She got fired, and I moved so she couldn’t find me. End of story.”

“OK, well anything you can think of could help,” Sonny says, handing the man his card. “Give it some thought. Call us if you think of anything. Please. A woman is in danger.”

The next person Sonny and Fin go to see is a man who employed Mary for about six months. During that time, he had a drunken one-night stand with her, which he barely remembers, except that he thinks it was she who came on to him. After that, however, she made his life a living hell. She told him she was pregnant. When he demanded proof, and proof of paternity, she went off the rails. Although the man’s wife had thrown him out of their house, Mary went there and harassed his wife and sons, shrieking tearful demands. She called and texted his cell phone at all hours of the day and night, and eventually took a baseball bat to the windows of his business. When he fired her and reported her activities to the police, she’d tried to set his car on fire, but didn’t know what she was doing and had done no real damage.

The man doesn’t want to talk to them. He’s back with his wife, and really just wants to forget the whole thing. He claims not to know anything about her, and is no help.

“Listen,” he says. “Whoever this woman is, I feel sorry for her. ‘Cause Mary Duderon is a psycho, and the more she hears ‘no’, the crazier she gets. I wouldn’t put anything past her.”

That information does nothing for Sonny’s nerves.

***********

Tom Hensler gets a call from TARU. They’ve found some searches on Mary’s computer and want him to take a look. He calls Sonny.

“Hey, Carisi, I got a call from TARU. They’re in Mary’s computer. They called me, but you know her, I don’t. You wanna meet me down there? Take a look?”

Sonny looks at Fin, who is driving them toward the boarding house where Mary’s mother lives. “Where are you now?”

“Station house.”

“Look, we’re way uptown, so you go ahead. Take a look and then call me. We’ll see if there’s anything there.”

“Will do. You holdin’ up?”

“I’m tired and I’m pissed. Not payin’ any attention to anything else right now. You?”

“That bitch disappeared my partner. I’m thinkin’ if there’s nothin’ but cat videos on her computer, I’m goin’ down to SVU and we’re gonna have a talk. Off the record.”

“Yeah, I heard that, but you don’t know Captain Benson. She’s not likely to cooperate.”

“Then this damn computer better give me somethin’.”

“Amen to that.”

**************

“So, Mary,” Amanda begins, handing her a cup of coffee. “Where do you think Kate went?”

“How should I know?”

“Well, I mean, if you had to guess. Where would someone like Kate go, if they left Sonny?”

“I really don’t know. I don’t care, either.”

So much for that tactic.

“You know what I think?” Amanda asks. “I think she’s coming back.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because you’d have to be crazy to leave a man like Sonny. Right?”

“I would never leave him.”

“Exactly. That’s why I think she’s coming back. When Sonny gets back here, I’m going to tell him that. So he doesn’t give up hope.”

“No. She’s not coming back. He should just forget about her. He’s mine now.”

“You don’t know that, Mary. And Sonny, he’s so handsome, and so nice, it’s like you said. You’d never leave him. So Kate didn’t, either. I’m going to tell him that.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s not coming back. She’s such a…”

“A what?”

“Nothing.”

“C’mon, Mary. I told you how I feel. Tell me.”

“Her apartment burned. And she made Sonny let her live with him after that. She’s a whore.”

Amanda tries to look fascinated but says nothing, hoping that Mary will take the invitation. But she doesn’t go on. Amanda tries again.

“Kate’s apartment burned?”

“Not bad. Nobody got hurt or anything. But she stayed at Sonny’s after that. She wasn’t supposed to do that. But he was just too nice to say no.”

“Maybe he wanted her there.”

“No, he didn’t! Anyway, she’s gone now, she… left him. And she’s not coming back.”

“I think she is.”

“She’s not.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because she’s not. She’s gone. And Sonny is mine now.”

“I don’t think so. I think she’s coming back, and when I tell him that, he’ll wait for her.”

“You don’t know anything.”

Finally, Mary is beginning to forget to hide her anger.

“Neither do you.”

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you know? Why shouldn’t Sonny wait for Kate to come back?”

“Because she can’t.”

The most delicate moment of all.

“Why can’t she, Mary?”

But Mary has realized what she said. “Because… Because he’s mine now. That’s all I meant.”

*************

Mary’s mother lives in an old-fashioned boarding house, where she rents a room and meals are served communally by the landlady. It’s a surprisingly nice place. It’s clean and comfortable and, although Mary’s mother is in her eighties, she looks healthy, if a little frail. But she’s not happy to see that the police have come to ask her about Mary again. She’s especially not happy that one of them is Mr. Carisi, the man Mary has been so focused on recently.

Eleanor Duderon knows that her daughter gets a little… overly attached sometimes. Mary’s always been reserved in public, but there’s a lot more going on under the surface than people think. And she has been known to overreact when the real world doesn’t cooperate with the complex, detailed worlds she builds in her head.

“Mrs. Duderon,” Sonny begins, “We need to ask you some questions about your daughter, Mary.”

“All right. Is she in any trouble?” Her voice is scratchy, but strong.

“A woman is missing, and we think Mary may have something to do with her disappearance.”

“Oh, I don’t… Mary’s not the kind of girl who would ever hurt anyone. She’s gotten a little carried away in the past, I know, but she just has deep feelings.”

“Ma’am,” Fin tries, “This woman is a police officer. If your daughter’s done something to her, she’s in a lot of trouble. You understand that?”

“But she doesn’t usually hurt anyone.”

Sonny and Fin both clearly hear the “usually”.

“But she has hurt someone in the past?” Sonny asks, leaning far forward, his forearms on his thighs, peering intently into Eleanor Duderon’s troubled face.

“I can’t really talk about that.”

“Mrs. Duderon, I work with Mary. She was my assistant, did you know that?”

“Yes, I know. She’s mentioned you. I’m afraid she’s developed a bit of a crush on you, Mr. Carisi.”

“Ma’am, it’s more than a crush. I think you know that ‘deep feelings’ is an understatement for what Mary can be like. Don’t you?”

“Well, I suppose you know she has been in trouble before, when things didn’t work out for her and a man she likes.”

Sonny turns the charm up as far as he can, given his exhaustion and frayed nerves. “So, here’s the thing, Ma’am. The woman who’s missing? She’s my girlfriend. And your daughter, she set her bed on fire, along with all the pictures she had of the two of us together.”

“Oh, no…”

“Things at work have become strained, and Mary’s not happy about it. She blames Kate. She has this idea that the only thing standing between her and me is Kate.”

“Oh, so that’s who Kate is.”

“She’s talked about her?” Sonny and Fin exchange looks.

Mrs. Duderon’s face takes on a hint of confusion, tinged with what Sonny thinks might be fear. “She doesn’t like her, this Kate. But she told me that Kate was gone. That she’d left you, and now the two of you would be, I don’t know, dating or something.”

“When did she tell you this?” Fin asks, on alert.

“Three days ago.”

Kate has only been missing for one day.

Fin is standing now. “Did she say where Kate went?”

“No, only that she was gone, and she wouldn’t be back.”

#law & order svu #law & order: special victims unit #sonny carisi #ADA Carisi #ADA Dominick Carisi Jr #peter scanavino

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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What type of bread did you use on the last sandwich you made? White bread.

& What was on said sandwich? Bologna, sharp cheddar cheese, mayo, and spinach with a bowl of some olive oil mixed with basil and oregano for dipping.

How many doors are in your house? Like 10.

Got any bad habits? If so, what are they? Biting/picking at my nails and the skin around them, biting/picking my lips, picking acne, poor self-care...

What was the last compliment you recieved, that made you smile? I don’t even remember the last time I received a compliment.

Do you ever lie to your friends? Everyone lies.

If so, do you feel bad about it after? Depends what the lie was about.

Think you need to lose weight? How much? Definitely not. I actually need to put a little on.

When was the last time you watched a VHS movie? Uhhh. According to Google, DVDs became the norm in like 2000/2001, but I feel like we still used VHS tapes for maybe 3 years after that.

What event would you go back in time to see, if you could? Hmm. That’s a tough one.

Do you remember the last thing you said you wanted? Coach did a collab with Star Wars and they have a backpack that I really like. It’s too expensive, though.

Who was the last friend you hung out with&what’d you do together? It’s been like 4 years since I’ve hung out with anyone outside of my family.

Who is the person, other than a spouse, that you are closest to? I don’t have a spouse, so no problem there. I’m closest to my mom and younger brother.

Do you know when to use ‘to’ & ‘too’? Yes, I know how to use both. I know how to use there/they’re/their, too.

Who do you currently live with? My parents, younger brother, and doggo.

Favorite board game? I have a few. I love board games.

If you watched it, who was your favorite 'Hey Arnold!’ character? Ha, it’s on my TV right now. I like the whole gang.

Have any good school pictures? or do they all just suck? My early school year ones are cute. The ones from 4th grade and up are ew.

How old were first kiss? 16.

Do you ever wonder what people think when they look at you? I used to think about that a lot more. It’s weird cause like... I’m very self-conscious and my self-esteem is shit, but I really just stopped even trying with my appearance. Me from a few years ago would be mortified with me now and the way I let myself go out the house.

Do you like trying on clothes or not? & Why? No. It takes more energy than I care to give. Or just don’t really have.

What are your thoughts on marriage? I don’t see it ever happening for me.

What was your favorite toy as a kid? Barbies.

Do you still play with it or have it? I have them stored away in the garage.

Are you currently IN love with anyone? No.

Difference between loving someone&being in love with someone? Yes or no? Uh, yeah. Big difference.

Don’t you hate when reruns on TV are in a random order? Depends on the show. If the storylines aren’t connected then I don’t care. Like with a show like Catfish, it doesn’t matter. A show like The Golden Girls, it does.

Do you ever watch any crime shows? I watch the ID channel sometimes with my mom. That’s her favorite thing to watch.

If so, which do you watch the most/is your favorite? Various shows on ID.

Ever smoke pot? Yeah.

Don’t you hate when people you love/care about annoy you with stupid crap? I definitely don’t enjoy being annoyed.

Do you ever get frustrated&say 'nevermind’ when people just don’t get it? Yep.

Still have feelings for an ex? No.

Have you ever SERIOUSLY considered any kind of plastic surgery? No.

What was the last thing you cleaned&why? I cleaned off my bed yesterday cause my mom was changing the sheets and such. I had to move stuff cause my bed has become a storage space for clothes and a desk for my laptop, coloring book, colored pencils, phone, remotes, and Nintendo Switch.

Don’t those weightloss pill commercials just irritate you? No.

Before taking this survey, what were you thinking of? I was irritated about something.

How long have you lived in the current place you’re living? Almost 10 years.

Do you plan on moving anytime soon, if so where? We want to, but there aren’t any plans to as of now. As soon as we’re able to we will.

Does blood make you queasy? Yes.

Do you ever walk alone at night just because, or does that freak you out? I definitely wouldn’t do that.

What happened in the last TV show you watched? Phoebe got to move up to the 6th grade, but she didn’t end up liking it so she went back to the 4th grade with her friends. It was an episode of Hey Arnold lol.

Do you ever correct grammar/spelling errors your friends make? Only in my head. I’ll sometimes point out typos to my mom and brother, though. I just tell them personally, I don’t put them on blast.

Or do you just not care about that stuff? I don’t put people on blast for it.

Don’t you think things are getting wayyy too pricey? Yeah.

Facebook, wasn’t 'become a fan’ better than 'like’? No.

What do you think was the best year you ever had? Childhood years.

Are you more of a follower, or a leader? Be honest. I’m more of a wallflower, ha.

Are your dreams/nightmares in black&white or color? Hm. I honestly don’t know?

Or do you not even remember any of them? There’s that, but also I just can’t seem to recall if they’re in color or not.

Have you ever wanted to be some sort of hero outside of videogames? No. I’m no hero.

Will you admit that you’re at least somewhat superficial? I don’t think I am.

Most attractive actor/actress that comes to mind right this second? Alexander Skarsgard of course.

How often do you go to the mall closest to you? I never go anymore. I used to go pretty regularly back when I had a social life.

What physical features can you just not stand about yourself? Just about everything.

Do you still count with your fingers, even if only every so often? I still do.

The last flavor of gum you chewed? Minty gum is the only kind I like.

Have you ever gone on a road trip with just friends? No.

What was the last thing you had to drink & was it yummy? Yeah, it’s a white chocolate Starbucks Doubleshot.

What word or words do you think you say the most? “I don’t know” and “like.” There’s more, but there ya go.

Without trying, do you act differently around different friends? I acted a little different around different people. Not in a fake way, just different levels of comfortableness and different people bring out different things in you. You might be more outgoing and chatty with one person, but more chill with another.

What was the last thing you drew/wrote on your own or someone elses’ skin? I have no idea.

Did you know your nose continues to grow/get longer as you get older? I think I’ve heard that. I don’t recall if it’s true or not.

The last time you spent money, what was it on & how much did you spend? Christmas presents.

What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on one piece of clothing? Hm. I don’t know.

Don’t you believe you’re not really a vegetarian if you still eat chicken Chicken is a type of meat and vegetarianism is abstinence from meat, so...

Who was the last person you avoided/ignored? Blah.

In elementary school, were you more of the bully or the bullied? Neither.

How much do you say you walk in a week outside of school &/or work? I spend majority of my day in bed. Most activity I have is going from my bed to the kitchen, bathroom, living room, or my parents’ room. Then there’s the doctor visits twice a month and the occasional trip to Walmart, the movies, or some other random outing.

Did the last person you talked to in person annoy you in anyway? They said something that kinda rubbed me the wrong way.

Where are you sitting right now? On my bed of course.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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lonelypond · 5 years

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Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 6

Love Live/Love Live Sunshine, NicoMaki, YoshiMaru, KanaMari, 1.8K, 6/?

Summary: The aftermath of Dia dropping in...

The Angel Under The Pier

The redhead had her hands on her hips and was glaring at You, standing in a somewhat protective pose near the shorter, vibrating woman with midnight black hair and blood red eyes. Paramedics were dealing with the very tall woman they’d all fished out of the pool who was still unconscious. Her green eyes had opened briefly, eyelashes fluttering and You had suddenly felt very aware of the threads fraying from the bright blue piping of her navy shorts and the pinhole in the sleeve of her white polo. Crises never happened when you were wearing your dress blues, You had learned very early in the erratic course of her career as a Coast Guard officer, but this was a new low. Too many new eyes on her, Kanan had an unknown crisis of her own to deal with, and Yoshiko had, typically, gone off to stick her head in the sand, leaving You confronted with three strangers, two of whom were watching her as if she were about to break into one of their houses.

The paramedics were about to roll the mystery woman out of there, when You stepped up and discreetly flashed her badge, “I’ll join you.”

Declaring, “We’ll ride along too,” the redhead strode up, tall and confident, just as You stashed her badge, nodding conspiratorially at the paramedics.

The shorter woman reached out to pull the redhead back, frustration in the set of her jaw. “I can’t leave Eli, Maki.”

The redhead’s face oscillated between exasperation to disappointment, and then she shrugged, her shy smile wry, “I’ll text you when we know something.”

“You don’t have to…” You started, interrupting.

You had the redhead’s glaring focus again, hardened amethyst eyes completely lacking the kindness of Kanan’s or the humor of Yoshiko’s. “I know I can trust me....” Then she...Maki she’d been called, You remembered, Maki ducked her head, twisting her hat in her hands as she turned back to her companion, and You couldn’t help but be fascinated by the subtle plea in Maki’s approach to the smaller woman. “Nobody seems to know her, Nico. Her ID’s in Japanese so she’s not a local. It’ll be be scary waking up and they might need a translator…”

“Yeah,” a sigh, the shorter woman, Nico, hugged herself, then chuckled, “Things do seem to happen to you...roaming werewolf roommates and girls falling out of the sky...do you ever think you might be too helpful?”

“Nope.” There was a wink and a lightning quick squeeze of a shoulder, then the redhead turned, blushing at her own boldness, tilting her bucket hat back to a rakish angle.

“Nico will be cooking dinner, if you want to stop by…”

A glance over the shoulder and a finger salute, “It’s a date.”

“Are we ready?” The paramedic looked to You, who nodded and then switched her attention to the redhead.

“I’m You Watanabe.” You extended her hand, hoping her expression read confident, friendly, and good people. You had never really had anyone react as if she weren’t good people. To be greeted with suspicion was a novel experience and You HATED It.

“Maki Nishikino.” The handshake was quick and crushing and the redhead easily hopped into the front of the ambulance when the paramedic pointed her that way. You was left to bounce around in the back. This had already been a long, mostly awful day. But glancing at pale and sleeping young woman strapped to a gurney, You acknowledged that her day had at least been better than that.

XXX

“Now Nico looks like a wet, dripping disaster...everything EVERYTHING is going wrong….Nico is cute, a good friend, works hard, why...why...why does…” Nico was pacing the length of the room, trying not to hop stomp herself through the floor.

“Nico?” Eli shuffled into the dining area, bathrobe wrapped around her, hair in odd clumps, combing that was going to cause some painful snags, Nico found herself thinking as Eli yawned her concern. “Are you all right?”

“Nico is fine.” Nico hmmmppphed and flumped into the couch, it wasn’t her couch, Mari Ohara could just deal with the fact that the water from her fancy hotel pool was now in contact with the fancy hotel couch that cost half of Nico's annual rent. “Just damp.”

“What happened?” Eli flopped herself down into the opposite end, stretching her legs.

“Girl appeared out of nowhere right as Nico was about to…” Nico coughed and shifted her glance to the window, “Anyway, Nico was a hero and jumped in to save her. Along with Maki and some rando roaming the beach. Kanan called an ambulance when the girl passed out.”

“Where’s Maki?”

“Went to the hospital. Not sure the girl speaks English. Her id’s Japanese.” Nico sighed.

“I could translate…” Eli started.

“So could Nico...at least the basics. But Maki’s going to help with that. And we are going to get you home.” Nico levered herself off the couch, shaking off gloom, “But we have to get you in clothes that aren't a bathrobe.”

“Kanan said I could borrow something. It’ll fit.” Eli wiggled her toes, frowning at her still scattered memories, only half listening to Nico, a very familiar mood.

“Yeah. Won’t fit Nico though.” Nico glanced down at her oversized shirt and leggings. She’d rushed out last night without packing a bag for either of them.

“I can solve that.” Mari said brightly as she stepped into the room, “My assistant’s bringing you up some things from our boutique. Choose what you like.”

“Nico is fine.” Nico turned away.

“It’s gift.” Mari’s cheerfulness boinged off Nico’s scorn.

Nico hissed over her shoulder, “Nico doesn’t need your…”

“Dai! And if your pretty DJ sees you…” Mari raised an eyebrow, her fingers raised to her lips in a kiss.

Nico growled, Eli jumped.

“Fine.” Nico pushed Eli back toward the bedroom, “Go get changed. Nico will pick an outfit. Then we’re leaving.”

“Brava.” Mari tittered in victory,

XXX

It had taken Kanan too long, but finally, in the cool dark underneath the pier, wholly hidden in shadow, she heard a sob from Yoshiko, heaped into a crumple of despair. Creeping quietly through the sand, Kanan settled next to the fallen angel, a comforting hand on her back.

“What’d you do?” Kanan decided to try teasing, hoping to bring a lightness back to this lost pocket of shadows.

The sand shifted as Kanan felt Yoshiko drawing in some of her power. Then The Voice resounded, “Yohane was summoned to a task by the Book of Riko. That task is now complete.”

“Uhh huh.” Kanan nodded her head, “And did the Book Of Riko tell you to drop that poor woman into the pool?”

“The details were left un…”

“Yoshiko.” Kanan squeezed.

“She slipped. And was so stubborn. I was starting to lose her so I flew her through rather than using the store and…”

Kanan laughed, rolling forward, her head knocking the hazy solidity above Yoshiko’s shoulder. A few feathers brushed her cheek, “You dropped her out of the sky…did you at least tell her what for?”

A tiny tiny bleat. “No. No chance to.”

Kanan rose, her foot sliding under Yoshiko’s rib to lever the Fallen Angel upward, “Yohane can’t just drop and ditch, Yoshiko. We have to be better than that. You went to the hospital with her....”

“Hospital?” Yoshiko’s head swivelled, her violet eyes wide with terror.

“They think she hit her head. She seemed to know Maki but no one recognized her.”

Yoshiko muttered, her fidgeting increasing, her head drooping.

“Yoshiko.” Demanding an answer, Kanan’s voice echoed in the pocket of space underneath the pier, wind almost making it scream out to the seagulls.

“They’rehermothers.” Yoshiko said in one breath.

Remembering the scene at the pool, and the fully grown adult she had helped pull from the pool, seemingly the same mid 20’s age as the rest of them, Kanan faltered and reached back for a support as Yoshiko’s words registered, “You teleported her out of….Time…”

Yoshiko the Miserable nodded, more hunched and guilty every second.

“You can do that?” Shock squeaked in Kanan’s voice.

“It was an emergency, the world is going to end, IN FIRE, I saw it, and only the daughter of Nishikino Maki and Yazawa Nico can…” Yoshiko was still racing through her words.

“They don’t have a daughter. They’re not dating yet. Mari asked.” Kanan pulled at her ponytail, frustrated and nervous. “IN FIRE?”

Yoshiko nodded. “Riko’s never been wrong.” Yoshiko kicked a pier and her steel toed boot made a chonk noise, “It’s never been anything like this.” She loosened her tie, “They’re not dating yet?”

Kanan clasped her hands behind her head, connecting consequences, “So if they don’t get together, the world ends?”

Yoshiko shook her head, crouching to push her hand through the sand, fingers open so damp clusters fell through. Kanan shivered in a sudden cold wind, “No, they always get together. But if...one of them doesn’t throw this huge party next weekend,” Yoshiko tossed up handfuls of sand, leaving Kanan sputtering and madly fluttering her eyelashes to clear her eyes, “World ends.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Kanan resisted the urge to rub her fingers across her eyes, knowing it would only make the grains of sand more irritating. A transformation and a swim was what she needed, but her coat was back at the hotel. And daylight adventures in Santa Monica were never wise.

Yoshiko had her arms around her knees, her face hidden, shoulders weighted with Atlas’s burden, but her voice was an indignant squeak. “I like this world. Hanamaru lives here.”

“You are more dramatic than any dying hero in one of the thousand operas Mari’s dragged me to.” Kanan grabbed Yoshiko under the arms and threw the angel to her feet, “Get over yourself. You are going to go to that hospital, help You explain what is going on to that poor woman you’ve time displaced, and then go home to your wife. I’ll tell You you’re coming.”

Yoshiko had bounced off a piling and somehow remained on her feet, a limp, hunched patch of shade. Kanan heard her inhale, the rattling of lungs trained to fullness on thin celestial stratas, and then Yoshiko straightened, her wings sweeping out, a lustrous black that made the underpier seem simultaneously mystical and cramped.

Arms wide, the Angel Formerly Crouching Under Santa Monica Pier intoned, “Yohane shall perform this deed you demand, sea goddess, and with that act of greatness shall the world be saved.”

Glittering luminescence flowed from her tenebrous locks as Yohane strode forward, leaping upward as soon as her wings cleared the pier. Kanan rolled her eyes, whistled “Good luck with that,” and tried to think of a way to explain this...mess...that might make sense to You. Hadn’t Maki gone too? Wasn’t one of the firm rules of time travel don’t tell your parents anything...Forcing back panic and a gut wave of nausea, Kanan hit the call button next to You’s name. Yohane turned everything into an emergency.

A/N: A quick chapter to get back in the flow. Welcome to September. Have a great one.

#NicoMaki #Moonlight Becomes You #Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party #NozoEli #YoshiMaru #YohaMaru #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Ayase Eli #Watanabe You #KanaMari #Matsuura Kanan #Ohara Mari #Tsushima Yoshiko #Yohane #werewolf

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