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penny-afton · 8 months

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Till death do we part. Pt 3 (THE LAST PART!!)

TW: Y/N dies. Angsty, Yelling, Tara not letting Y/N's dead body go. Ect, Ect.

Part two ending:

"It's Mindy-" Y/N says and then she listens to what Mindy has to say

"Oh god..." Y/N says quietly

PART THREE:

"Y/N? What's up? What did Mindy say?" Tara asks concerned

"It's Chad...he's dead," Y/N says and her voice is shaky

Tara looks at Y/N and then she gasps

"No...no, this can't be true. This hasn't happened. This can't be happening." Tara says and Y/N hugs Tara tight as Y/N cries

"Chad is dead. Mindy sent us the pictures as proof." Y/Nsays and she shows Tara the picture she got sent by Mindy

"Wait...Ghostface attacked them!- we have to go back!"

"Y/N, I know we just lost Chad but that's more than enough to let us know we can't face Ghostface," Tara says to Y/N

"No, we have to. I don't care if Ghostface kills me too, I'm going after that bastard." Y/N says and then she hugs Tara again and she cries on Tara's shoulder

"Y/N if we go after Ghostface it could be the end of us. Please, you have to listen to me. We have to go to the police station." Tara says and Y/N looks at Tara

"The police were no help last time. Why would they be any different this time?" Y/N asks and she looks serious and worried

"Y/N, you're too young to do this. Please don't risk your life for this. Please." Tara says and Y/N looks down and she takes a deep breath

"He took my best friend...This bastard is gonna pay..."

Y/N looks serious and she sounds very determined

"Okay then. Let's go." Tara says and Y/N hugs Tara hard

"Let's take this bastard down once and for all," Y/N says and then she lets go of Tara and they both get in their car and Y/N drives them back

Y/N and Tara both look worried about what they are going into. Tara looks at Y/N

"Are you sure about this? What if Ghostface gets you? I can't lose you." Tara says to Y/N and Y/N nods

"I know I might not come back out of this alive, but I have to try." Y/N says and then she drives faster than before.

They get to the place where Mindy and Sam are

They both look nervous and Y/N looks scared

"We have to kill him," Y/N says and then she gets out of her car

Tara takes a deep breath and gets out of the car. She looks over to Y/N and Y/N looks ready for anything. Y/N and Tara walk up to Mindy and Samantha then Y/N looks at the both of them

"Are you guys ready for this?" Y/N asks

"Yes." Mindy says

"Me too." Samantha says

"Okay then. Let's do this." Y/N says and she looks very serious

"Stop hiding you sicko!" Y/N yells. Tears streaming down her face

"Yeah come out Coward!" Mindy says

"Stop hiding and fight us face to face!" Samantha says and then Y/N turns around and she sees Ghostface behind her

"Oh god... It's Ghostface." Y/N says to the other three

The Ghostface who is behind Y/N reaches out and then grabs Y/N tight and lifts her up into the air as everyone looks shocked.

"Y/N!" Mindy says and she looks at Y/N with worry and fear as Ghostface holds her up into the air

Y/N looks at them

"RUN!"

Mindy and Samantha both look shocked and they run away from Ghostface and Y/N as the two of them run away as fast as they can

The Ghostface who is holding Y/N up in the air stares at Y/N and she looks scared

"No...I can't go out like this" Y/N says and she looks scared and then the Ghostface puts his knife up to Y/N's throat

Y/N kicks the knife out of his hand, Slitting her throat slightly in the process

The Ghostface is hurt by Y/N kicking him in the hand and the knife falls out of his hand and it lands on the ground

Y/N looks scared as the Ghostface looks at Y/N with hate in his eyes

"Oh no..." Y/N says as she holds up her hands because she is scared of what is about to happen

Y/N tries to grab the knife

Y/N is about to grab the knife but the Ghostface manages to grab the knife first. He then holds the knife up to Y/N and then he grabs her arms forcefully

"Well, shit...fuck you bitch" Y/N says

Ghostface stabs Y/N in the stomach out of pure anger. When he hears the sirens of the police he runs away.

Y/N falls down to the ground as she feels a sharp pain in her stomach.

"Oh god..." Y/N says and she holds up her hands and they are bleeding

Ghostface who stabbed Y/N turns around and looks up and he sees the police. He looks scared and he darts off as fast as he can while leaving Y/N there on the ground, bleeding.

Tara, Mindy, and Sam come running back and see Y/N on the ground

"Oh my god... Y/N!" Mindy says and she looks at Y/N with worry

"Please be okay," Samantha says and she looks at Y/N with concern

"Y/N, please talk to me... Please talk to me." Tara says and she looks at Y/N. She runs over to Y/N and kneels down by her. She looks at Y/N with tears in her eyes

"Y/N, don't you die on me," Tara says and she starts crying

"I-I- T-tara-? I- Coughs blood Is t-that y-you-?"

"Yes, Y/N. It's me." Tara says and she puts the palm of her hand on Y/N's cheek to comfort her

Y/N's eyes are closed and she coughs and blood comes out of her mouth. That makes Tara even more scared

"Oh god... Y/N, please don't die on me... I can't live without you Penny." Tara says and she looks at Y/N and she cries

"Y/N, you know that I'm here for you. I am always going to be here for you." Tara says and her voice is breaking because of how scared she is and because she is crying

Y/N then closes her eyes and her breath gets slower. Her voice is raspy. She opens her eyes and looks at Tara

"Can I...can I kiss you one last time?" Y/N says to Tara her voice weak.

"Y-yes... I-I'm here and I-I always will-" Tara says in tears but Y/N kisses her quickly and then her eyes go wide and her breath gets even slower and Y/N looks even more scared

"Oh god, Y/N..." Tara says and her eyes are filled with tears as she looks at Y/N.

"I-I love you-...Tara-" Y/N coughs more blood up.

Y/N closes her eyes. She looks terrified. She coughs again and she looks like she is losing blood fast...

"Y/N...don't go, don't leave me," Tara says in tears Y/N then opens her eyes again and she looks at Tara

"I love you... Don't blame yourself..." Y/N says to Tara

"Please... don't go..." Tara says and she looks at Y/N with tears in her eyes and her voice is breaking.

"Till d-death- do w-we p-par-part- my lo-love-" Y/N says. With the last ounce of life in her body she kisses Tara one last time before dying in her arms.

Tara looks at Y/N and she hugs her tight and then Y/N stops breathing... She starts shaking Y/N and she screams

"Y/N!...Y/NN!! Please! Please don't leave me! Please don't die!" Tara says and she starts crying she shakes Y/N hoping that she will respond and Y/N will come back but Y/N doesn't respond... Y/N is dead and Tara holds Y/N close to her...

"I won't let you go..." Tara says to Y/Nand she cries and hugs Y/N tightly as Y/N stays in her arms...

The cops run over

"No! Please! Don't take her away from me! please!" Tara says and she holds Y/N tight. She is crying and she looks at the cops

"Please...don't take her. I won't be able to live without her..." Tara says and she looks at Y/N. She's holding Y/N's body tight and holding her close to her chest

Police: "Ma'am-"

Tara looks at the cops

"Please! Don't separate me from her! I won't be able to live without my Y/N. Please! Please, I can't and I won't. Please don't take her from me." Tara says and she looks desperate and scared and she isn't going to give Y/N to the cops and she won't let them take Y/N's body

The cops look at Tara and they don't know what to do. Tara doesn't let the police have Y/N and Y/Ns body is still in Tara's arms. Tara looks at the police and she is crying and she looks like she won't give Y/N away

Police: "You know you can't keep her dead body right-?"

"I know I can't...but I just want one last moment with her. One last glimpse of her... It's been the hardest week of my life and I don't want her to be taken away from me right now, I just don't." Tara says to the police

Tara holds Y/N's body tight and looks at Y/N. Y/N's face is covered in blood, her eyes are closed and she looks very pale. Tara stares at her and looks like she's not ready to let go of Y/N and Y/Ns body yet

5 minutes later The paramedics rush over

"Ma'am, please let us take her. You need to let go of her." Paramedic #1 says

"No...I cannot... I-i can't let her go." Tara says and she looks serious, she looks at the paramedics but she is holding Y/N's body tight and she won't let them take Y/N.

#jenna x y/n #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #fem! y/n #tara carpenter #tara x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

#bnha x reader #bnha x reader platonic #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x daughter reader #shota x daughter reader #shota x reader platonic

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jae-daddy · 3 years

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im jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, mature, smut plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: it’s been a while, my bad. but the next chapter is going to spicyyyyyyyy. not edited, hope yall enjoy it <3 stay safe out there <3

Your jaw dropped as the driver drove through the gates and up the long driveway to Park Jinyoung’s mansion. You knew he was rich, but you didn’t know he was this rich. But even more than the vast wealth the Parks had, you were more taken by the decorations that started from the gate all the way up to the main entrance.

You turned towards Jaebum who was watching you already. You felt the golden glow of the lights outside flow into the unlit car, and somehow you could see something glint in his dark eyes.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it Mr Kim?” you looked out the window again, to see the sparkling lights making a rendition of Van Gough’s starry night. You smiled to yourself a bit, “It might be a bit cliche and basic, but starry night is my favourite piece of artwork.”

The driver hummed in reply, saying something about taking a picture for his daughter.

Jaebum didn’t reply, and you didn’t mind. Him and you weren’t exactly on friendly speaking terms, well at least not in your books.

Since that day in the office, Jaebum had tried to talk to you numerous of times, but you avoided him. You didn’t want to hear his empty apologies or empty excuses or empty flirty, or whatever meaningless, empty words he wanted to say to you because he was feeling bored.

You didn’t even think he would pick you up today, but when you called up your driver, Jaebum had pulled up in his sleek black car. It was a moment that you seen in movies, where the male lead sees the female lead with her makeover for the first time, and he’s blown away.

But Im Jaebum wasn’t blown away. He wasn’t even fazed, if anything he found you so unappealing that he couldn’t bear to look at you for more than two seconds without looking away in pain.

Was he always such an asshole?

He probably was, but back then he was trying to charm you with his sweet words. Maybe, he was a sicko who liked girls who weren’t into him, and as soon as you showed him any interest he vanished into the night.

The car stopped at the red carpet laid out at the entrance, and you began to check your outfit and lipstick for the last time before reaching for the door. Your hand was reaching for the handle when the door swung open, and a hand reached in for you.

You placed your hand in theirs, and carefully got out of the car.

You stepped out to find yourself chest to chest with Jaebum. His fingers gripping onto your fingers as you stared up at him.

You cleared your throat and began taking a step away from him, when he reached out and pulled your body against his by your waist. Your hands laid flat against his chest, the black material feeling rich on your skin. HIs dark eyes drifted to your lips, before they looked away purposefully.

You turned around to find the car driving off behind you that you were about to bump into. You looked up at Jaebum, your cheeks tainting pink, “Thanks.”

“Watch where you’re going,” was all he replied, as he let you go.

Your heart once again sank at the lack of endearment, but you ignored it and adjusted the dress before you began following Jaebum into the mansion.

Jaebum was instantly surrounded by people. People lining up around him, trying to play it off as they waited for their turns for introductions. You were right next to Jaebum, introducing him to everyone.

The first hour was spent just like that, making introductions and standing next to Jaebum and pretending like you were invisible. The other important people only gave you a passing glance before looking away, no one stared for too long. You weren’t worth their time.

You didn’t mind though.

You enjoyed the architecture of the building and the artworks hanging around the hall. This must have really been a castle at some point you concluded after an hour of staring at the walls. You wondered which kind of ruler lived here before, but you knew for certain whoever it was wasn’t a good person; no in power ever is.

Jaebum and you had drifted away about fifteen minutes ago, but you kept an eye out for him. He was currently taking to Paul from work, so you thought he was in safe hands. You took another mini-sausage roll before washing it down with another glass of expensive champagne.

You didn’t like that taste even though it was exquisite. All it did was remind you of the night Jinyoung engaged to that woman in front of you, after telling you he loved you a few hours ago.

“I finally found you,” a deep voice spoke behind you. His voice fell over you like velvet, and you struggled to breath.

You turned around, already annoyed, “What are you doing here, Jinyoung?”

“You’re casual and feisty today,” he chucked, moving to stand next to you. He picked up a mini-sausage and popped it into his mouth, before waving a hand around, “This is my party, incase you’ve forgotten, y/n.”

You snorted, “How can I forget with this champagne? Tell me, was this your favourite before you chose her or did it happen after?”

“Woah,” Jinyoung tried to take the glass from you, but you moved it out of his reach, “How many of those have you had?”

“None of your business,” you gave him a straight smile. “None of these people are drinking anything anyway. And I needed a drink, it’s just been so hard lately.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, but straightened your spine right away, “I’m not drunk, Jinyoung. I just don’t have the energy to fight or pretend, at least not with you, not tonight.”

“I don’t know if that is a compliment or not,” Jinyoung clicked his tongue, playfully. “I kind of like it when you fight with me.”

“God, you’re such a perv, Jinyoung,” you groaned, and he laughed.

“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand and gesturing to the dance floor. “Dance with me?”

“No, thanks.”

“Why not?”

“Are you sure you want to dance with me?” You asked him, with a knowing look. “I know this is a party, but I am still just an assistant here. Are you sure your reputation won’t hurt from dancing with someone like me? I’m not made of money like you, Jinyoung.”

“Beauty and wealth are both welcomed here, y/n,” Jinyoung took your hand in his, “And you have a wealth of beauty, my dear.”

He brought your hand to his face, his lips brushing over your knuckles.

“Oh, right,” you chuckled, your heart sinking slightly. “You think I am pretty.”

Your gaze went to Im Jaebum who didn’t spare you a single glance. Your eyes fell on the girl he was talking to, and you couldn’t help but notice how different she was to you. You couldn’t but notice how different Jaebum looked talking to her; kind and well-mannered.

“I’ve always found you beautiful, y/n,” Jinyoung said, drawing your attention back to him. “That’s why I was drawn to you in the beginning, and when I got to know you... well, I guess that was the end of me.”

You laughed lightly as you placed your hand on his shoulder, and the other in his hand. His hands rested on the curve of your clothed hip.

“But today,” he smiled at you, “You looked absolutely gorgeous.”

“Don’t exaggerate, Jinyoung. If you were so taken by me,” you laughed, teasingly, giving him a look. You continued your words turning sour, “You would’ve chosen me.”

“You know how things were back then, y/n,” Jinyoung sighed, he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. He opened them to stare into yours with so much emotion, you couldn’t breathe.

“I looked for you, you know,” he spoke over the music. You couldn’t blink or breath as you stared at Jinyoung. His brows creased as if he was rethinking a painful event. “After I decided to end the engagement... after I broke it off, I looked for you. I searched for you, but I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“I- I went back home,” you whispered. You saw yourself laying in a pool of your vomit and urine, and your mother and father crying around your limp body. “I couldn’t stay here. Everyone was talking about you... it was too much.”

“Y/n,” Jinyoung said, softly. You looked up to meet his gaze. “It’s nice to have you back. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Jinyoung-”

“May I cut in?”

“Always interrupting us, isn’t he, y/n?”

You turned to find Jaebum glaring holes into Jinyoung’s head.

“What if I say no?” Jinyoung pouted, teasingly. Jaebum sighed, his patience running thin. You looked around to see people already turning this way.

“Stop it,” you gritted through your teeth at the both of the them, your lips holding a smile. “People are starting to look.”

“I’ll dance with him for a bit,” you smiled at Jinyoung, “Thank you Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung smiled back at you before giving you a cheeky wink. You chuckled watching him walk away.

“You both seem closer than last time,” Jaebum said from behind you. You shrugged stepping closer to him placing a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. You were holding Jinyoung the same way a few moments ago, but somehow this felt different.

The soft velvet of his jacket, the heat of his skin, the short hair tickling your fingertips at the nape of his neck. It was all somehow more intense, more intimate.

Jaebum’s warm hands wrapped around yours as he took another step closer towards you. HIs other hand rested on your waist, pulling you in closer as it rested on the small of your back. His thumb caressed the exposed skin from your dress and you drew in a sharp breath.

You didn’t say anything as you looked up at him. His dark eyes bore into yours, his lips drawn and tight. His jaw clenched and sharp, his black eyelashes gently fluttering across his cheekbones.

He was beautiful.

He was a sin in this all black suit made to precision for him. His hair was styled in-between completely swept back and lazy natural. His lips were rosy pink, and even without his lip-ring you wanted to taste them between your lips.

You leaned closer to him. HIs thumb gently caressing your back, electricity dancing up your spine making your head spin. You welcomed his minty breath falling over your lips, as your eyes fell to his lips. And to his neck, watching as he swallowed nervously. Your gaze fluttered up to meet his eyes fixed on your face.

You looked away from him feeling your cheeks flush, “Are you having a good time tonight, sir?”

Jaebum only hummed in reply, his dark eyes still trained on you.

Your eyes met his intense gaze for a moment before looking away instantly, “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Jaebum said. You didn’t say anything more and bit your lip wondering if you should continue to dance with him or excuse yourself.

You looked up at Jaebum, your hands letting go off him.

Jaebum’s hand held yours tighter as he pulled you in closer by your waist. Your front was completely pressed against him now, and your body shivered as he leaned his lips close to your ear.

You felt his warm breath caress the slope of your neck, and you closed your eyes letting the feeling sink deep within your bones.

Jaebum drew his lips higher, his softness brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Thank you for everything, y/n.”

You remained like that for a moment. Soaking in his presence, his heat, his touch, his breath, him somewhere deep inside your heart, and then you leaned back.

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mr Im,” you smiled up at him.

Jaebum stared at you with an unreadable expression as his lips parted.

“You must be glad you’ll be getting a proper secretary now,” you laughed, but there was no humour between you two.

“I might not stay.”

“I know,” you nodded, “But if you do, I think it’ll be the biggest win for the company.”

Jaebum might be an asshole, a player; a complete fuckboy. But he was also hardworking, intelligent and gave his all into his work and accomplished a lot within the last three months you were working with him.

“Loosing you is probably the biggest loss,” he said, pausing for a moment. “For me.”

“I’m sure there are more qualified then me for this job.”

“But I only want you, y/n.”

You breath got caught at his words. Your wide eyes met his that stared at you as if you were the stars and the moon. As if once again you were presented to him as impossible puzzle, and he wanted to get lost in trying to solve you.

He moved in closer, and lowered your gaze to avoid his heated ones.

Jaebum lifted his hand from your waist. His fingertips brushed your cheeks with the slightest touch as he whispered, “You look beautiful, y/n.”

“Jaebum, stop it.” You began moving out of his arms, but he pulled you back in. His fingers digging into your waist as he held you steady in front of him.

“Why?” His fevered breath fell over your face as you looked up at him. His eyes were wild with darkness, but it didn’t scare you. It only made you mad, so terribly horribly mad.

“Why?” You spat, quietly. Your chest was heaving as you tried to control the anger that had been swelling inside you over the past month.

“Don’t you think we’re past these little games of yours?” You sneered up at him. Your hand on his shoulder tightened as you tried to control yourself. “We already know I fell for it. Do you wanna see if I’ll fall for it again after being rejected once?”

Jaebum didn’t say anything so you snorted. The sneer on your dark lips growing as you looked down your nose at him, “I won’t let you lead me on again, only to make a fool of me like that. I’m not going to play this sick game of yours.”

Jaebum’s fingers bit harder into your waist making you gasp as he pulled you flush against him. HIs nose almost brushed against yours, as he breathed harshly, “A game? You think all of this was a game for me?”

“What else could it be?” You snickered at him, both your hands flattening on his shoulder, trying to push him away with attracting any attention. But he wouldn’t budge a centimetre. You gritted through your teeth as you glared up at him, “Why else would you pretend to be into me? Play with me like that?”

Play with my feelings like that?

Jaebum’s hands rested on your exposed back as he held you steady against him. His jaw clenched, his eyes furious as he tried to control his breathing.

“It wasn’t a game for me.”

You ignored his words.

“Then what was it?” You bit back. “You made it seem like you felt the same way only to reject me when I-”

“I didn’t reject you,” Jaebum cut you off.

You began laughing mockingly, and Jaebum shook you slightly to make you look at him.

You didn’t say anything and looked up at him, your lips parted in surprise.

“Do you,” Jaebum whispered, leaning in closer to you as he leaned his forehead against yours. His eyes stirring golden as they stared into yours, his fingertips softly dancing on your back, causing fire to dance through your vines. “have any idea how crazy you make me, y/n?”

Suddenly it was all too much. His touch, the way he was looking at you, the things he was saying. The lights shining down upon you two, the chattering of people around you. It all became to loud too much. Your heart beat loudly in your ear as you took a step away from him.

Jaebum looked at you, expectantly. You stared him, unable to hear a single bought. The only thing you could hear was your heart beating thumping loudly in your ear.

Your lips parted, you were going to say something. You weren’t sure what. Jaebum’s gaze fell to your lips, waiting for you to the say the words. You took another step back, not saying a single word.

The smile on Jaebum’s lips dropped as your brows creased as a sudden panic before settling in your chest. You needed to get away.

“I-” you began.

“Y/n!” You turned to saw a fury of red first, and then her smiling face as she jumped in front of you. “I didn’t know you were coming here.”

Heather turned to Jaebum, placing a kiss on his cheek. His eyes remained on you, his face void of any emotions.

Heather smiled at you, “Go away, JB. I won't let you steal my best friend.”

You were next to Heather the rest of the night, but your eyes still followed the man in the black suit. His sharp eyes met yours throughout the night, but every time you looked away.

You were looking at him once again. There was something pleasant about his lips when he talked, and the way those whiskers appeared on his cheeks when he would smile or laugh brightly. You couldn’t look away from him no matter how hard you tried.

You watched him talk to Park Jinyoung with a frown on his face, that deepened when Jinyoung looked your way and winked. His hard glaze travelled to you, as his lips drew into a straight line.

You looked away once again, your cheeks on fire.

“Are you okay?” Heather asked. You looked towards her to find her following your gaze to the pair of males.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a sip of the champagne.

You watched Heather take a sip too, but you noticed that knowing smile on her lips.

This was all too dangerous.

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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 4 years

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Hope // Jay Halstead x Reader

Description: Jay and Reader get kidnapped for all the wrong reasons.

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Rape/Sexual Assault

Words: 3363

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Reader

“Can you tell me what he looked like?” you asked the scared woman who was laying in the hospital bed, knees pulled to her chest as she hugged them close. The bruises were already starting to form on her face and arms, knowing there were more that were scattered and hidden under the gown. You’d kicked everybody else out, leaving just you and her to talk about what happened to her. It was the least you could do to make her feel more comfortable, a little more safe after everything she’d been through.

You hated these cases with a burning fire. Nobody should have to go through what this girl went through, should have to suffer with knowing it happened for the rest of their life. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right to have that part of you violated in such a violent way, to be forced to give a piece of yourself over.

“He was tall,” she told you meekly. “A little taller than your partner that was in here earlier. A little younger though.” You could see the tears brimming in her eyes, voice shaking as she held onto herself a little tighter. “White. Blonde hair. But...his eyes are cold. Every time I close my eyes I can see that stare.”

“We’re gonna find him and we’re going to put him away for a long time,” you assured her, gently resting your hand on her forearm. A part of you was surprised she didn’t pull away, instead looking at you.

“It was his eyes, Detective,” she told you again, voice almost a whisper. “Like he has no soul. My momma always told me you can tell who a man is through his eyes. He isn’t a man though. He’s a monster.”

“Focus on getting you better, Tanya. We’ll focus on getting him,” you told her before standing up, leaving her to her own thoughts.

Jay was waiting for you in the hallway, arm draping across your shoulders to pull you closer. You could feel him press a kiss to your temple as you sighed, hating these cases.

“She’s just a kid,” you finally said softly once the two of you were safely in his truck, away from prying ears. “She’s fifteen, Jay. And this is something that she’s going to carry with her for the rest of her life.”

“That’s why we’re going to find him. So that way she knows he won’t hurt anybody else. And she’ll be able to live her life with that small assurance,” he reminded you, squeezing your hand. “Starbuck?” You just nodded, staring out the window. You hated these cases.

-----

“We’ve got a hit from the pod footage,” Adam announced two days later, your head snapping up from the computer screen.

You didn’t register your own movements until you stood behind him, staring at the man on the screen. Tanya wasn’t wrong. He looked to be slightly taller than Jay, mid-to-late twenties, dirty blonde hair. You couldn’t see his eyes, though. There was something that caught you by surprise. A second offender walking next to him, seeming to talk to him. The footage was from ten minutes before Tanya was attacked, piecing it all together.

“And better yet, we have an ID on him,” Adam added, scooting back. You had to side-step out of his way as he grabbed the photograph off his desk, plastering it on the whiteboard. “Zachary Wells, twenty-eight, one prior for assault and battery, did two years. And his buddy. Connor Woodcock, thirty-one. No prior convictions, but he has a long sheet of allegations of sexual misconduct since he was a teenager. The two went to high school together.”

Now that you looked at the pictures, you understood what Tanya was saying about Zachary’s eyes. The picture they had was his mug-shot from when he was arrested. There wasn’t something right about to look in his eyes.

“Do we have a LOA for either of them?” Jay asked, perched on the corner of his desk as he twirled the pen in his hand, staring at the pictures.

“52nd and South Ellis.” Adam had barely gotten the words out by the time you had your jacket in your hands, walking down to the car. With you back turned, you didn’t see the look that Adam and Jay shared, one of worry and concern. Yet, Jay still followed you downstairs without a word.

-----

“Look who’s finally waking up,” you heard someone coo next to you, fingers tracing along your collarbone.

The ringing in your ears was finally dying down, vision coming into focus. You could feel the digging pain of zip-ties around your wrists behind your back as you struggled against their hold before realizing it was pointless. You couldn’t figure out what was happening until you focused on the touch against your skin. It wasn’t Jay, that much you were certain of. It felt wrong, fingers more calloused than your boyfriend’s. He smelled of liquor and sweat, and when you finally looked at him, you truly understood what Tanya was telling you. There was nothing behind his eyes, no soul it seemed.

“Leave her alone,” Jay groaned, your head whipping over to look at him.

Blood dripped down from a gash at his hair-line, shoulders slumped as he looked over at you. When your eyes met, you knew it was bad. You had no idea how long you’d been there, and weren't sure if you were at a secondary location or the same house you’d rolled up to to question Connor and Zachary.

“How about you keep your mouth shut?” Zachary snapped, pushing himself up to walk over to Jay.

A fist met a face, hearing the distinct crack and a groan of pain. Just hearing the contact made you wince, knowing it had to have hurt. Zachary took one more look at you before going up the stairs. You could vaguely make out the sounds of him talking to someone, but couldn’t make out the words.

“Jay? Jay are you okay?” you asked, concerned by his lack of movement and the blood gushing from his now-most-likely-broken nose.

“Ugh, yeah. Yeah. How are you?” he countered. Always the gentleman, always wanting to make sure you were okay.

“I’d be better if I wasn’t zip tied.” You heard him groan again, this time with a bit of a chuckle behind it. “How long was I out?”

“I came to about twenty minutes before you did. I don’t think they moved us, so it shouldn’t be too long before the team realizes we’re gone.” You couldn’t help but nod, hope creeping back in just a tiny bit. “Do you think…?” He didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to understand what he was asking.

“No. No, nothing,” you assured. This time, Jay was the one to nod. “How did this even happen?”

“No idea. Just...let’s hope the team realizes we’re gone sooner than later.”

You didn’t know what else to say, letting your eyes drift shut. Your head was pounding, but that was the only other ache despite your wrists. The only way you could think that it all happened was that they managed to get the drop on you guys when you knocked on the door. It was the last thing you remembered, knocking on the door.

“Y/N!” Jay whispered in a harsh voice, bringing you back to the world of the living. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around the dimly lit basement. Your eyes met his, worry and concern more evident than before. Blood was caked on his face, mostly dried by that point.

“It’s going to be okay, Jay,” you assured him, hearing heavy boots coming down the stairs, though you didn’t believe it yourself.

Fear rose as bile in the back of your throat, swallowing it down as Zachary and Connor came into view. You didn’t say anything, didn’t think you could as you tried to anticipate what was about to happen. There had to be a way you could disconnect from it before it happened, had to be a way to make sure it didn’t affect you like it seemed to with Tanya and probably the countless other girls they’d assaulted.

“Just look at me,” Jay instructed as he caught your eye. A part of you could only hope that they at least took you upstairs, that Jay wouldn’t have to watch this.

“She’s a lot prettier up close, that’s for sure,” Connor told his friend, kneeling in front of you, roughly grabbing your chin with one hand, turning your head to look at him. “We’re gonna have our fun with you. A lot of fun.”

“Get your fucking hands off her!” Jay snapped. Connor didn’t loosen his grip, if anything he held you tighter in a bruising grip.

“What do you think, Zach? Think we should make him watch? Maybe that’ll put him in his place, make him realize who the boss actually is,” Connor continued, voice steady as you stared into his equally empty eyes.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Connor.” Your heart dropped, knowing they weren’t going to take you upstairs. Zach walked over to Jay, roughly grabbing him by his hair, keeping him facing you.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Jay told you with as much of a nod as he could considering Zach was giving him little room to move. “I’m right here. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Gagged or ungagged, that’s the question. I mean, nobody’s gonna hear you besides us,” Connor mused, mostly to himself. “It’s always a shame we have to gag them. I mean it’s fun to hear them beg and scream, though that just fuels the desire...the-the need.”

“You’re a fucking sicko,” you spat at him, though it didn’t phase him.

“Oh now, sweetheart,” he continued calmly, “that’s no way to talk to me.”

You could feel his hot breath on your face before his lips were against yours, rough and wet. You wanted to gag at the contact, almost did. Yet you didn’t, letting him do whatever he wanted. Fighting it...fighting him as much as you wanted...You couldn’t. Not with Zach standing right over Jay. The thought crossed your mind, yet you knew that if you tried to fight then they might kill Jay. Sacrificing everything was better than sacrificing him.

The cool blade of a knife was against your skin, cutting your shirt and bra along the middle as Connor pulled his mouth away from yours. Jay was struggling against his binds, against Zach’s hold, yet he was getting nowhere.

“It’s okay, Jay,” you assured him, repeating his own words. “I’m gonna be okay.”

“This is going to be even more interesting,” Connor said, hands sliding up your exposed stomach and chest. “Do you see what I see, Zach?”

“What do you see, Connor?” his friend answered, grip tightening in Jay’s hair.

“These two...they love each other.” He leaned close to your ear, whispering his next words. “Once I’m done with you, sweetheart,” he said softly, you being the only one able to hear him. “He’s never going to want to touch you again. He’s going to leave you far behind. Because I’m going to have my way with you. And he’s going to know that I was the one that made you feel good. Not him.”

“If you’re gonna do it, then do it,” you replied, looking him in the eye with as much bravery you could muster. “Because it doesn’t matter what you do to me. You’ll never break me. Because you’re a coward! Weak and pathetic.”

You barely processed the sting of the slap across your face before he pushed you down on your back. The uncomfortable pressure on your shoulders from your hands still being zip-tied behind you caused you to cry out in pain, knowing your joints weren’t supposed to move that way. This time, you listened to what Jay had told you, keeping your eyes on his.

Connors hands were on your skin, hearing the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling. The rustle of jeans being pushed down. The bile rose again, willing it down. Willing it away. If only you could will your emotions off. But you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to detach from this situation, to just not be there, you were. And you were going to have to live with it for the rest of your life. Like Tanya. Like every other man and woman who had been forced into this situation.

And for the first time, you understood why they acted the way they did. You understood why Tanya sat on that hospital bed with her knees to her chest. Why she didn’t want Jay in the room. Because Connor and Zach stole something from her that day. They stole her peace of mind, the idea that she could ever be safe again.

His lips were on your neck now, seeming to savor his time. He figured he had all the time in the world, treating you like his own play-thing. His actions were calculated, none of them rushed as you felt his erection rub along your still clothed leg. The one thing you would never be able to understand was how people got off on this? What was so satisfying about forcing somebody into sex?

Tears welled in your eyes, rolling down your cheek. Jay sat stiff as a statue, the only indication he was alive was his gaze meeting yours and the sharp rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

“It’s okay,” you told him again, voice shaking as you did so, bottom lip quivering. Quickly, you took it between your teeth, trying to calm yourself down.

“You’re so beautiful,” Connor told you with a soft moan as his hands found the buckle of your pants, making quick work.

You’d lost that hope you’d been holding onto as he pushed the fabric of your jeans down your legs. The team may find you, but it would be too late. Everything would be different. Until you heard the sound of someone forcefully breaching the front door. As soon as you heard it, you knew it was going to be okay.

“Help!” you screamed before Connor’s hands were around your throat. You didn’t want them wasting time searching the rest of the house before going to the basement. You didn’t want them wasting any time in getting him off you. Your vision swam again, this time the darkness began creeping in on the edges of your vision before it all went dark.

-----

“How you feelin’?” Hank asked you when you opened your eyes again.

No longer were you in the cold, musty basement of that house, waking to find yourself in a hospital bed. Your body ached, memories flooding back. Yet, the first thing you asked wasn’t about you.

“Where’s Jay?” you countered, sitting up slightly and wincing at the pain in your shoulders.

“He’s here. A couple rooms over with a broken nose. He’s gonna be okay. Now, back to my original question. How you feelin’?”

“Like I got hit by a truck, Voight. My shoulders more than anything. Did he…?” Voight quickly shook his head no. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

“We got there just in time,” he assured you. “They both resisted so they might have found themselves with a couple bullet wounds of their own. Let’s just say, Kim’s a better shot than we might have previously thought. Connor isn’t going to have enough use to hurt anybody else.” Of course it would be Kim to shoot a rapist in the dick.

“Good. When can I go home?”

“The doc said you should be good to go tonight. I figured you’d want to leave with Jay when they finished bandaging him up.” You nodded in agreement, hoping it wouldn’t be too long. All you wanted was to take a shower. “I’m giving the two of you two weeks off to heal. And I don’t just mean physically, Y/N. You’ve been through a lot today. Talk to someone about it.”

“I will. Has anybody told Tanya?” A part of you hoped they hadn’t, wanting to be the one to tell her. Yet, you wouldn’t be upset if somebody else did.

“Yeah. Kim let her know after the medics brought you and Jay in. Get some rest. Call if you need anything.” You nodded again as he left the room, leaving you to your own thoughts.

-----

It was a little over three hours later that you and Jay were walking into your apartment. Will had brought you some clothes from your house, knowing the clothes you’d worn to work were ruined. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you stepped into the safety of your own home.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” you told Jay softly, brushing your fingers against his arm before walking away.

The feeling of the hot water on your skin was soothing, yet you wanted to scrub every trace of Connor off you. You wanted to get rid of the feeling of him touching you, of his lips on your skin, of his breath on your face. You wanted to get rid of all the memories of that basement. You didn’t want to have to remember any of it. Yet, it was one of those days that were going to be plastered in your mind for the rest of your life.

When you left the shower, your skin was raw and red and stinging. Yet, the stinging feeling overpowered the feeling of his touch. You got dressed in sweatpants and one of Jay’s t-shirts before joining Jay in bed, letting your head rest on his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around you. As much as you didn’t want to, tears came to your eyes as you cried, letting the pent up emotions flow out of you.

“You’re okay,” Jay whispered softly into your ear as he held you tight. “You’re home. You’re safe.” He kept repeating those three phrases over and over until you started to believe him. Your sobs died down into sniffles until you no longer had the energy or the will to cry.

“When he whispered in my ear,” you told Jay, voice cracking still despite your lack of tears. “He told me you’d never want to touch me again because you would have known he was able to make me feel good.”

“I’m with you, no matter what, Y/N,” he corrected. “I know he didn’t get that far, but even if he had, I’m with you. Through thick and thin. Nothing that ever happens to you will ever change that, I promise.”

“How can you promise, Jay?” Genuine confusion evident in your voice.

“Because I love you too much to blame you or judge you when it comes to things you have no control over. Because I’ve known since the day we met that you were going to be a big part of my life, no matter what. Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing can change any of it. Kidnappings, shootings, assaults. You’re still the girl I fell in love with.” You looked up at him, seeing a soft smile on his face. You tried not to focus on the bruising around his eyes from the broken nose, or the busted lip.

“I wished they would have taken me upstairs...when we heard them coming down. So that way you wouldn’t have had to watch any of it,” you admitted.

“I’m glad they didn’t.” Your brows furrowed, letting him talk. “I didn’t want you to have to go through it alone. I wanted you to know that I was there for you.” You couldn’t help but let out a shaking breath, gently cupping his cheek as you kissed him softly.

It felt right. Like the two of you fit together perfectly. Nothing like Connor and his forceful, rushed actions. No. This kiss -- you knew -- was full of love and understanding. And you knew for sure that nothing that happened to either of you was ever going to change that.

@babi-correia

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagines #Chicago PD #fanfiction

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yandere-sins · 4 years

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✨ ✨Hiya! Will you write Aoyama from mha with prompt 21 please? Tysm \(~〰~)/ ✨ ✨

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

Aoyama is my best friend’s favorite character, I am so glad to see other’s liking him too! :D Thanks for requesting!

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Those were the last words you wanted to hear.

“Don’t worry, my Love, I’ll protect you!” he said dutifully, calmly even. If you hadn’t been so choked up by your own tears, you would have snorted. Aoyama was the last person you wanted to be protected by or be protected from. Especially because he was the only reason for sorrow there was.

You couldn’t help all the ugly sobs and long sniffs from your stuffy nose, but despite being beyond angry and upset, at least the tears and your original fear had died out. Who’d have thought that the eccentric of class 1-A would turn out to be such a maniac? Only yesterday, you two had eaten cheese and grapes in your break, and now you were bound to his bed in his dorm room. Yes, it was your fault that after eating lunch with him once, you decided to give him a visit to hang out before school. You had felt sorry for the guy that always seemed to eat alone and unmistakenly had some troubles with his classmates, judging by how he didn’t seem to have any friends. You were lucky enough to have friends but still felt for him, so you gave yourself a push despite his initial weirdness. But no longer did you have any sympathy, and if you had known what kind of guy he was, you certainly wouldn’t have come to visit him.

It didn’t help that everyone else was at school, with you two presumably thought to be sick and staying at home. No one had heard the loud, messy tantrum you had thrown over his doings. You had called him every word on the planet that came to mind - a psycho, a madman! All of them, and yet, he was unfazed by anything you did, collected and calm as he sat by your bedside, legs crossed, a magazine open in his lap. If that was what hero’s where, you were pretty sure you never wanted to see one ever again.

“From what? What are you going to protect me from?!” you wailed into his direction, voice cracking after being so terribly strained from before. It didn’t make sense. He simply asked you to come over that morning before school because he needed help with his homework. How could all of this have turned out into this kind of situation? What was the point of it all?

“Villains, Darling. Big, bad people. I’m a hero after all!” he proclaimed, sickeningly proud with a smile on his face.

“H-How can you say that? You refused to let me go this morning! You strapped me to your bed-- How are you a hero?!”

Lifting his pointer, Aoyama shook it into your face as if you were a child. “Non, non,” he reprimanded, clicking his tongue. Entangling his legs, he slipped off his chair, turning around before taking a seat next to you on the mattress’s edge. “There are many, many bad people out there, [Name]. I am just helping you, keeping you safe! I am your hero. Look.”

He didn’t give you the time to answer before he shoved the magazine in your face, barely holding it far enough away so that you could actually make something out. Behind the blockage of a picture of a house, you didn’t see him typing away on his phone while he wiggled the paper in front of you. “What do you think, ma chérie? Isn’t it beautiful?”

“What is?” you asked, earnestly confused about what he meant. “Our new home! Don’t you think it’s perfect for us?”

As the realization hit you, a jolt went through your body, only held back by the restraints, as you protested. “I just let the people know we’ll be buying it! Let’s move in quickly, oui?”

“You can’t be serious?! It’s impossible that I’ll move in with a sicko like you!” you screamed back at him, as he discarded the magazine as calm as one can be. “There’s no way you’ll get through with this! I won’t go with you, and someone will notice me for sure until you even have a chance to get me out of here!”

“Actually... the teacher’s won’t check the rooms until next Monday. Isn’t that exciting? We’ll have some peace and quiet before our magnificent life begins in our new home!”

Flabbergasted, you simply stared at him, the promise of no one noticing you being caught by this creep until Monday - or possibly, forever, if he did find a way to this new place as he said - completely unbelievable. “I’ll scream,” you muttered with a wide stare. “I will scream so loud everyone will hear.”

For a moment, his expression faltered before it sunk back into his usual smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but if anything, he looked at you in pity, but no understanding gleam could be made out. “That’s not very pretty,” he lamented, leaning forward and reaching under his bed with the same collected movements he had always shown you so far. “But, I’m prepared.”

Sitting up grinning, he showed you his closed fist, slowly opening it to a stream of silk falling out from his fingers. “You’ll understand that I’m only doing this to protect you, my Love. I know it was our fate to be together when you asked to sit with me yesterday. It meant you’ve been watching me too! Finally, someone that understands me!”

“What?!” you cried out, appalled by hearing his words. “What do you mean by watching you ‘too’?! What the fuck, Aoyam-- mmhm mmh!?” Before you could finish your sentence, he tightened the fabric between his hands, pressing it over your open lips as if he had just waited for that opportunity. You didn’t make it easy for him to wrap it around your head, restricting it at the back and making a knot. Still, he eventually succeeded, dramatically wiping his forehead once he was done.

“It’s better not to question everything, Sweetheart. You’ll be happier with me, that is all that matters! Soon, we’ll be by ourselves, and nothing will keep us apart.” Smiling that odd, self-righteous grin, he brought his hand down to the side of your face, caressing it tenderly with the tips of his fingers. “I promise to take good care of you and protect you,” he whispered, voice as sweet as if it was a wedding vow.

“So do take good care of me, too, okay?”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Out Of The Way (Part 2)

Summary: When the reader’s boyfriend ditches her on the side of the road, she ends up at an out of the way bar and roadhouse where the man behind the counter makes her an interesting offer…

Part 1

Pairing: Bartender!Dean x au!reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, slight angst

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“Your new bartender makes a mean manhattan,” said some guy at the bar. You were wiping down a table after a few guys had left, Dean chuckling from behind the counter.

“You just think she’s got a cuter face than mine, Jim,” said Dean.

“It’s good you got some help. You could use another pair of hands,” said Jim. You felt his gaze on you as you bent down to pick up a coaster.

“Hey,” said Dean. “This ain’t Hollow’s Point. You want that kind of service-”

“I’m just looking,” he said.

“Keep it at just looking or she’ll kick you ass,” said Dean. You smirked as you carried back the empty bottles to the kitchen area and washed them out, setting them in the recycle bin. You hummed as you walked back out front with a bottle of Jack, Dean just setting the empty one in his hand down on the bottom shelf. “Reading my mind there.”

“You worked in bars before, sweetheart?” asked Jim.

“Done a lot of things, sweetheart,” you said, spotting a hand wave from a corner table. “Excuse me.”

“I should have hired you sooner,” chuckled Dean from his office after closing as you set the cleaning supplies back in the closet there. “We got a lot more tips this week. A lot.”

“Drunk men like to look at women. Some things never change,” you said. Dean nodded and took an envelope out from a drawer in his desk. He held it out and you grabbed it. You peeked inside and looked up. “This is more than we agreed to.”

“Well it ain’t like you’re paying taxes on it. You’re good. Clean, serve, keep everyone happy. You keep tabs on inventory. You earned it,” he said. “And here is your half of the tips.”

“I can’t take half,” you said as he set half the wad of cash down in front of you.

“We pool tips here and once again, these boys aren’t tipping to look at my pretty face all night long,” he said. You grabbed the money and shoved it in the envelope, tucking it in your back pocket. “I’m heading into Southbend in the morning if you want to stop into town and pick anything up.”

“I’m okay,” you said, turning out of his office. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Morning,” said Dean as he carried in a few grocery bags.

“Morning,” you said, eating some toast at the bartop.

“You ever eat anything aside from toast and eggs?” he asked, setting the bags down.

“It’s cheap,” you said, taking another bite.

“Yeah well, happy birthday,” he said, pulling out a pink box and setting it on the bartop. You flipped it open and saw a cupcake inside. “It is your birthday today, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years,” you said, staring at the thing.

“Well, celebrate it. Feel free to store some actual food in the kitchen too,” he said, grabbing his bags.

“Hey, Dean?” you said when he got to the stairs to go up to his apartment. “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he said with a smile.

Fifteen minutes later he was downstairs, watching you sweep up the floor. He popped behind the bar and sat up on the counter, giving you a smile.

“It’s Sunday. Let’s do something fun,” he said.

“Fun?” you said, tucking the broom back in the corner.

“We aren’t allowed to sell alcohol on Sunday’s around here. It’s our day off. Either we can hang around here and make this place even cleaner than it already is, or we can go have some fun,” he said.

“I prefer to keep a low profile,” you said.

“Come on. I got a perfect idea.”

“You like fishing?” he asked as you sat on the end of a quiet dock.

“I haven’t been since I was little,” you said. “You?”

“Yeah. I like fishing,” he said. It was quiet a few minutes aside from him reeling every so often. “I used to go a lot with my dad and brother.”

“How long have you been pretending?” you asked.

“Five years, like you,” he said. “Too late to say I’m innocent now.”

“Yeah. I get that,” you said.

“The guy, he was your boyfriend right?” asked Dean.

“Yeah. He cheated on me with this married woman. It was her husband that did it. I know it was. But she vouched for him and gave him an alibi,” you said.

“You didn’t have one so you got the short end of it,” he said.

“My DNA was all over the apartment. It was our kitchen knife so my fingerprints were on it. I was fucked,” you said.

“Did you forgive him?” he asked.

“For the cheating, no. I didn’t wish him dead though. He didn’t deserve that,” you said.

“You’re a good person,” said Dean. You reeled in your line and set it beside you, Dean giving you a smile. “For a fugitive.”

“What about you? No alibi either?” you asked.

“I was set up by a crooked cop,” he said. “He killed a guy he was having a problem with and tried to pin it on me. This cop was selling confiscated drugs. He put the blame on me for the whole deal.”

“Why?”

“Because I was his rookie partner,” he said. You swallowed, Dean staring at you. “I ain’t been a cop in a long time. Good guys, bad guys. They’re both on both sides of the line. It don’t matter.”

“So you ran,” you said.

“Yup. Ran when my brother told me they had an airtight case. I was away for life in a shithole and as an ex-cop I’d be lucky to survive a week in a place like that. So we called our family friend and I ran to one of his hunting cabins. I hid there for awhile until he told me about a roadhouse bar he’d purchased, out in nowhere. I dyed my hair black and moved here. It’s a safe place,” he said.

“Life sucks sometimes,” you said.

“Yup,” he said. “I haven’t had an honest conversation in years. I had to cut off all ties to everyone. I’m sure you get that.”

“Yeah, I do,” you said. “If you were still a cop, would you have believed me?”

“I think so,” he said. “Gut feeling.”

“Thanks for the cupcake,” you said.

“You get me one for my birthday and we’re even,” he said. “January 24th.”

“Alright. Deal.”

Three Months Later

“Curly fries and whiskey straight,” you said, setting the items down in front of the older man at the bar, turning to the man with him. “Roadhouse nachos and tequila. You boys enjoy.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” said the first man, staring at you. You tilted your head, the other man standing up and pushing back his jacket, letting you see the Marshall’s badge on his hip. “We ain’t even working your case. Just heading home from another one when we see one of the runners serving us our drink.”

“Is there a problem here, fellas?” asked Dean as he walked over, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“You regularly employee fugitives?” asked the one who was standing. Dean stared at him and burst out laughing. “Something funny about that boy?”

“Hallie? A criminal?” asked Dean. He looked at you and started to giggle. “This girl couldn’t even disect a frog in high school.”

“That ain’t no Hallie. It’s-”

“Uh, I think I know my best friend from school, buddy,” said Dean, narrowing his eyes. “The better question is what the hell are two cops doing trying to scare my girlfriend into leaving with them.”

“Hey. We weren’t-”

“Any fellas that try to force my girl to go with them ain’t welcome here,” said Dean.

“Listen kid-”

“Her name is Hallie,” said Dean. “I don’t know who the fuck Y/N is but I hope you two sickos don’t find her.”

“Where’s her liquor license to be serving?” asked the first one. Dean went to the wall behind the bar and grabbed a little picture frame off the shelf, shoving it on the counter.

There was a picture of you, Hallie Stormer, with a Tennessee certification.

The men looked at one another as you stood behind Dean.

“Well?” said Dean.

“Apologies. Ms. Stormer here looks an awful lot like one of our fugitives is all,” said the man. He pulled out his phone and showed over an old picture of you, Dean raising an eyebrow at it.

“Uh, not to tell you how to do your job but that don’t look like Hallie. At all. She ain’t even got the same color eyes,” said Dean. The men quickly looked at the picture and then you.

“He’s right about the eyes,” mumbled the one.

“Shit,” said the other one.

“Now you two can apologize to my girlfriend and get out,” said Dean.

“Sorry miss,” they said before they slapped some money and left. You sighed and tucked the food back behind the counter, Jim watching from down the bar.

“We got a problem, Jim?” asked Dean.

“Nope,” he said. Dean gave him the free food and drinks, Jim watching as you leaned back against the counter.

“You thought the colored contacts were dumb,” mumbled Dean.

“Is Jim gonna be a problem? He knows I’m Y/N,” you said.

“Take my car and head up to one of those hunting cabins for a few days. Lay low for awhile,” he said.

“Be careful,” you said, getting a kiss from him.

“You too, sweetheart.”

Three Days Later

“Morning,” said the minimart owner as he rang up your items. “On vacation?”

“Yeah, taking a few days to enjoy nature, get away from city life,” you said with a smile.

“That’s good. We don’t get too many young folks up here doing that sort of thing anymore,” he said. You hummed and looked at the TV in the corner, doing your best to hide your surprise when you saw Dean’s face on the screen. “Oh, you haven’t heard about that yet? Not surprising, not much cell reception up here. That boy is that killer cop they never caught from a few years back.”

“How’d they catch him?” you asked.

“Some bar or something. Some guy caught him lying or something,” he said as he handed over your change.

“Thanks,” you said, taking your things and rushing out of there. You tossed them in the passenger seat and drove until even you didn’t know where you were. Until an idea crossed your mind that was.

“Y/N?” said Dean the next day. You smiled as he was led out of the police station, giving you a hug. “How...they said my charges were dropped.”

“The other cop confessed,” you said, a pair of officers nearby standing up. “I can be convincing...also I pointed the police in the way of his bank account and it was pretty obvious from there.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, the officers flanking either side of you. “No such luck.”

“Y/N-”

“Hey. It was my fault they found you. I’m paying it forward. You can go home, be normal now,” you said.

“She didn’t do it,” said Dean to the officers.

“It’s alright,” you said as one put a hand on your arm to lead you in the back. “I’ll be okay, Dean.”

“Y/L/N,” said a guard a few hours later. You stood up from your bench, the door sliding open. You walked out and followed the officer, spotting a guy you didn’t recognize standing in the hall.

“You must be, Y/N. Sam Winchester,” he said. He held out his hand and you shook it.

“I thought your brother was tall,” you said, Sam smiling. “Let me guess. He put you up to this.”

“Ever hear of something called the Innocence Project?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s where lawyers work pro bono for people that were wrongly convicted,” you said.

“Well, I called up a friend of mine in the DA’s office and presented my case file from college. There’s a glaring bit of lack of DNA testing on samples that does not look good for that local department. He’s willing to let you out on bond in the meantime, with supervision,” he said.

“What’s that mean?” you asked as he waved you to follow.

“It means you’re sharing my guest room with my brother for the foreseeable future but something tells me you won’t have a problem with that.”

“This thing itches,” you said, scratching at your ankle that night as Dean set down a box of pizza in front of you. “Thanks for busting me out.”

“Anytime,” he said, Sam walking in through the front door looking very tired. “How’s it going?”

“The wife and husband from Y/N’s case are going through a nasty divorce right now. I’m going to call tomorrow, see if she’ll flip on him for immunity. That along with DNA evidence should get you in the clear. You might even get a small settlement,” said Sam.

“I really hope so. I don’t think I’ll do well in prison,” you said.

“It’ll be alright,” said Dean as he took a seat and rubbed your arm. “We’ll get through it. We always do.”

One Month Later

“Alright,” said Marshall Bradshaw. “Your 100 hours of community service are up kid.”

“I didn’t even break a law,” you said, peeling off your orange vest and chucking it in the back of his truck.

“You kind of did with the whole evading the police thing,” he chuckled. “You’re lucky that judge liked you. He could have sentenced you for running off.”

“I don’t get a record for all this?” you asked.

“Still no record. Come on, I’m sure you want to get back to that boyfriend of yours,” he said.

Two hours later you were dropped off and gave the Marshall a wave, popping into the roadhouse bar to have Dean come over and give you a hug.

“All done,” you said. “I can come home now.”

“You know, now that I actually have access to my bank account again, that family friend offered to sell me this place if I wanted to run it,” he said.

“I have one condition,” you said.

“Anything. It’s our bar,” he said.

“I want to hire a chef, have it be a restaurant too. Trust me, this is the only joint for miles and we could make a killing serving something besides bar food,” you said.

“You really want to run a bar with me?” he asked.

“Us criminals have to stick together,” you giggled.

“Yes, we do,” said Dean, watching a pair of Marshall’s walk in the door. “Gentlemen.”

“Hallie,” said one with a smirk. “We get those drinks this time around?”

“On the house,” said Dean as he took off.

“Hey,” said the other one as he waved you over. “The eyes thing, how’d you pull that off?”

“Colored contact lenses,” you said. “Not cheap but effective.”

“We’re gonna have to remember that one,” he said.

“I’ll get you guys some food too,” you said. You headed back for the kitchen, Dean whistling as he was pulling a fresh tray of ice from the freezer. “Think we could make something of this place?”

“I’m game if you are,” he said. “We could always runaway again.”

“Nah. I’m done running. This was the first place that felt like home in a long time. I want to stay.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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A Shorter Way to Save Her

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

"Maggie, you've really done it this time, are you kidding me!? Just tell me this is a prank...... Hey you, Curlicue, she's kidding right.......?"

Vic McQueen and Maggie Leigh shared a glance, the purple-haired girl fighting her smile, but the fabulously florescent Mags, wasn't fast enough to stifle her snort with a cough.

"Yeah, we get it, you're a real crack up, Barney Fife, the name's Vic, okay, try to remember it? And no she ain't lost it, we're asking you for a favour."

"You're ASKING me to run a NATIONWIDE APB on a missing person, with no physical description, no last seen, not a damn thing to go on, except a lousy first name. Do you have ANY idea how many Allyssa's there are in the world!? This gaffe of hilarious proportions must be your guys' idea of a bad joke, huh? Pull one over on Old Joe, is that it? 'Fess up, was it Koalski or Maguire, put you two up to this?

"Joe, relax, okay?" Maggie sighed trying to calm everybody down. "I know it sounds crazy, I know we're trying to make bricks without clay here, but this girl is in real trouble, and she needs our help! It had been a huge risk getting Joe involved, Maggie knew that, and as dangerous as it was tangling yet another person she cared about in Charlie Manx's twisted web, he'd helped them catch a huge break before with that Wraith part in Denver, and with no leads, and dwindling time, stopping Allyssa Jane Doe from becoming the dreaded Mrs. Manx, was going to take all the help they could get. They'd done all they could with the impossible. It was time to turn to more conventional methods, to a force neither of them had ever really understood. The real, the possible, the police.

"Joe, please...... We're not asking for a miracle here, just something, anything you can do. Shake a few trees, rattle some cages, just help us find her....... before he does."

"I knew this was about that damned Wraith!" Joe sighed, frustrated. You girls need to give this up. Go to the mall, go on dates, live your lives! You're too young to be chasing criminal kidnappers, and too old for ghost stories. Charlie Manx is a myth, Kids, he ain't real, he can't hurt you. There is no Christmasland. There is no Santa Claus."

Maggie could sense the anger rising, coming off of Vic McQueen in waves, and she reached for her but it was too late........ Vic lunged, slamming her fists on the desk, rattling it, her eyes screaming violence. "Not real? Huh, WHAT a relief, Joe, GOD, that's swell!!! That means my boyfriend ain't dead, he didn't burn up alive in that damned car!!! Hailey's safe in her bed at home, instead of at the mercy of some sicko cautionary tale, her mother's alive, her freaking cat's alive, and I'm NOT fighting for my life, my sanity, my whole damn mind!!!!" She fumed, her eyes bleeding with pain, as the skeptical Sheriff was struck silent by her outrage. "You listen to me, you condescending piece of SHIT!!! Charlie Manx is real, Charlie Manx is EVIL, like you ain't even ready for, and unless you want to spend the rest of your career, watching mothers lose their kids, chasing your tail, because you can't wrap your head around anyone REAL being this damned effed up, you are going to help us get this girl, and save her from a hell, she ain't never coming back from........"

Joe stared Vic in the eyes, his expression hard, leaning over the desk, and in that moment Vic McQueen didn't care if she got arrested, she was so damn sick of Charlie getting away with actual murder, disappearing into a haze of obscurity, being written off as a Grimm Fairytale. Somebody had to SEE him, even if she had to make them see him. The devil was real, and he drove a 1938 Rolls Royce Wraith........

Vic didn't even flinch, glaring back at Joe, as he slammed a thick, red binder onto the desktop, never taking his eyes from hers, rifling through the laminated pages, and finally she glanced down at the whirl of pictures. "Do you know how many Missing Persons I have right now, just in the state of Massachusetts?" He asked, his voice low, emotionless, watching Vic's rage crack, as she shook her wildly curly head. "Ninety-two...... That's ninety-two mothers crying over their children, that's ninety-two people that ain't never coming home. How about the entire US, huh? Try, fifteen thousand, two hundred, and seven active cases. All of them, every one, with a full name, physical description, last seen, known associates, and still just as lost, as the mysterious name you pulled out of a hat. You want my help? Reach into your bag of tricks, there, and get me more information."

"Vic, can I talk to you a sec?" Maggie asked, calmly, and Vic reluctantly relented, scowling, as Maggie ushered her out of Joe's bland, depressing office, into the bustling police station.

"WHAT the HELL was that!?" Maggie asked furiously, clutching the purple velvet of her scrabble bag, raising her arms emphatically. "What part of, hey let's ask my friend, THE SHERIFF, for help, translated into you assaulting an officer!? Are you CRAZY!? We have a window here, Vic, a window that is about to be slammed shut in our faces!!! We don't have time for this troubled teen, fight the man, bullshit!!!!"

"This was a mistake, Maggie, I told you this was a mistake!!!! He thinks we're both freaking cracked, he doesn't believe Manx is real, let alone a threat, and he doesn't give a damn about this girl. Okay, yeah, maybe I got a little crazy in there, but somebody has to, Mags! One Manx has made my life a freaking Stephen King novel, okay, a She-Manx helping him grab up all these kids, that's only going to make things a hundred times worse!!! We gotta stop him, and we gotta do it now. I know I should know better, but have you tried asking the bag her last name?

Maggie's jaw clenched, her soft features hardening and she shook the bag in Vic's face clearly insulted. "Only about a THOUSAND times!!! Are you serious!? Do YOU want to try it!? Go ahead, be my guest, hell, keep it, if you think you can do better, but I just keep getting the SAME four letters over and over, and over. SPOILER ALERT, it's MANX!!!"

The silence spread between them, the lack of sound dispelling the anger, police officers passing by, shuffling papers, answering phones, trying to look busy as they tried not to wonder what had caught these two girls, and the Boss in such a stir. If they only knew........

"Mags...... hey, Maggie, I'm sorry, I get my mouth from my Ma, and I'm at the edge here, feelin' pretty desperate. Manx has taken everything from me, turned me into a damn basket case, I probably should have just stayed in that asylum, okay, because I don't even know what is real anymore....... But if I can save her, if I can stop him from doing the same, maybe even worse to this innocent girl, I gotta give it all I got......"

Maggie sighed, lowering her arm, and the bag, giving Vic a small, apologetic smile. "You're really living up to your name today, Brat, you know that, right?" She teased, and Vic smiled too, her eyes lighter, less intense. "Of course, I forgive you, Jerk, and I don't blame you, okay? We're both a little tense right now, and GOD, if we don't have every right to be!!!! There hasn't been a Manx sighting in months, couple that with being sleep-deprived from the night terrors, creatively spent from the search, add one crazy cryptic, terrifying message, it's a wonder we're not both in that creepy ass asylum!"

Vic snickered, still smiling. "Charlie Manx, making chicks crazy since 1885."

Maggie laughed, with a clever eyebrow raise. "You know it. C'mon, let's go back in, and at least try to play nice this time? I don't have enough money for your bail, today, Curlicue." She laughed again, playfully punching Vic's shoulder, as she turned her back around, towards the door. "Who knows, maybe your Dirty Harry moment inspired Poor Old Joe. We'll find a way to draw Manx out, and once he's proven to be flesh and bone instead of whispers and smoke, he won't be able to hide behind the guise of folklore anymore. The Bride of Chuck- I mean Charlie," Maggie snickered, "Might be just what we've been waiting for to take him down."

Vic stopped cold, her smile fading, snapping her chewing gum, as her eyes sharpened with razor focus. Holy Shit....... She grabbed Maggie's arm in a mad panic, her eyes widening. "Bride........" She whispered in barely a sound, her grip tightening. "That's it...... Mags, that's FREAKING it....... We got him."

Maggie cocked her head warily, confused, and more than a little freaked. "What's it? How do we have-? Vic are you, okay? Is it happening again, are you having another vision? Here........" She nervously looked around, hurrying Vic to a far corner, putting her arm around her defensively, her voice trailing off, as life in the police station continued to happen all around them, arrests, police investigations, parking tickets, all so mundane, while time itself had stopped dead for Vic McQueen.

Vic's smile returned, gripping Maggie's arm, her dark eyes crazed. "That son of a BITCH!!! Maggie, we did it, YOU did it! Don't you see? Our guy Charlie's getting married, and as much as I hate sayin' it, I know that SICKO, and if he's getting himself hitched, you can be sure as hell, he's gonna do it right. It's gotta take, it's gotta be legal, meaning........."

The colour drained from Maggie's mocha skin, her eyes wide with a wonderful, horrible realization. "Oh my GOD....... A license....... A M-Marriage License. We did it....... He just screwed himself, because we've got a name, an a-age, you can't be legally married unless you're......"

"Eighteen," Vic breathed, the gears in her head on overdrive. "She's gotta be at least eighteen, and somethin' tells me, that bastard Manx likes 'em young."

"Okay, think, let's estimate an age range here, let's say, eighteen to twenty-five. Maggie shook her head, tucking a stray violet curl behind her ear. "That cocky Christmas-Loving IDIOT, actually filed for a real world marriage license. Jane Austen wasn't kidding........ "We are all FOOLS in love........." We have got to tell Joe!!!!"

Vic nodded enthused, her grin smug, both of them, rushing back into Joe's office side by side, and Maggie, smacked right into him, as he cursed loudly and a lot, just barely able to recover the fumble on his piping hot cup of coffee.

"DAMN IT, MARGARET!!!!! Give it a rest, will ya!? I can't help you, okay? And you, I'd be really nice to me right now, Annie, I lock up little girls that get mouthy with cops."

"Sun'll come out tomorrow, Joe, but one more crack about my hair and my mean right hook's comin' out today."

"Joe! First off, don't be creepy it really doesn't work for you, and second, I need you to go through all of the Marriage Licenses from this month, every single state, that has the name Allyssa on them!!!!"

Joe stared back blankly, more confused than ever, slightly slack-jawed. "I'm sorry, did you just say........ Marriage License? What the hell- first this kid's kidnapped, and now she's getting married, well, which is it!?"

"Both, Joe, if Manx gets his way!" Vic snapped back, rushing behind Joe's desk to fire up the computer, pressing buttons.

"Hey! Knock it off! You ARE trouble, that's State Property, don't touch that!"

"I wouldn't have to, if you'd do your job, Officer, now how about gettin' on that database, huh? I'll say please if you want, or y'know other magic words."

Joe sank down, frustrated, in his office chair, eying Vic suspiciously. "I don't like this one, Maggie, she's a bad seed. Hey, I type your name in, Shirley Temple, any arrests come up?"

"Oh sure," Vic quipped back, her voice rife with sarcasm, leaning down to look at the screen. "Just the ones of my drunk old man, beating up on my white trash, batshit crazy mother, Go ahead, take a look."

Joe shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as Vic swiveled to smile at him, sardonic. Thought that might shut ya up, Mayberry.

"Right........ Is that Allyssa with one, "L" or two?" Joe asked firmly, typing furiously, deciding to actively ignore her snark for Maggie's sake.

"Two, "L's," and two, "S's," She shot back, still smiling. These guys were all the same. You take one look at me, and you see juvie stamped on my forehead, don't ya? I ain't the bad guy, here, but I'm sure gonna catch him.

Joe frowned, leaning in closer, his eyes narrowing at the screen, the name looking strange, all spelled out.

"You sure about that? That's a pretty.......... creative spelling........"

The word hit like a sledge hammer, shattering Vic's smile, the ice spreading through her body, crystallizing in her veins, as she shared an uneasy look with Maggie, both of them paralyzed by one singular thought, caught off guard by Joe's tragic word choice.

"Holy Hell........" Vic whispered under her quickened breath, so that Joe couldn't hear, her words frozen over with the fear that Maggie's expression was right now fighting hard. "Mags....... She's one of us........"

Maggie shook her head vehemently, purple curls dangling, banishing the thought, shooting a wary glance at Joe, to make sure he wasn't listening in. "We don't know that, Vic....... Don't go there. She could just be something shiny that caught Manx's eye."

"Yes we do!" Vic hissed back, insistent. "Think about it........ If I'm the most damned powerful Strong Creative in the whole freaking universe, would I go through all the trouble of yanking some Plain Jane, non-creative, nobody into my demon car, or would I make it count...... go after somebody with power, somebody worth taking and keeping, in that special, legally binding kind of way. There's a reason he wants her, Mags, and something tells me it's not just for her pretty face."

"No, no........ oh my god......." Maggie breathed, the icy chill infecting her next. She bit her lip, almost scared to say it out loud. "She's one of us....... She has to be....... A Strong Creative with a brand new power for Manx to exploit." She squeezed her eyes shut against the sinister possibilities. "Could this possibly get any worse!?

"Ladies, I really think you got the name wrong here," Joe called over his shoulder, oblivious to the reverberating revelation. "I don't see ANY Allyssa's from this month, not one "L," two "L's," or three. Nada. Maybe the Mary Poppins prop is past its expiration date, huh Mags?" Joe mused, chuckling. "You see, if I'm this incarnation of all evil, King of my cursed Christmas whatever, and I was wanting a woman, I don't think I'd go through all the trouble of filing a legal document. I'd just grab the little lady, and go!"

Vic walked coolly, over to him, her arms crossed over her chest, her dark eyes defiant. "Look again, Joe."

"What? Did you hear what I just-?"

"I said, look again. You don't know this Joker like I do, okay, he's not your everyday, zip ties, and ski mask, ransom-seeking hoodlum, this guy......" Vic's voice got quieter, and she swallowed hard with disgust. "He's method. He knew her, he followed her home at night, watched her fall asleep. He manipulated his way into her life, got her to trust him, and then he took her....... All that time, all that effort, watching her from windows, he'd make sure there was no way out, a failsafe, a legally binding tie. Go back three months.

Joe's expression was grave, and he nodded with a solemn intensity, the chill in the air positively paranormal. Maggie reached out to grab Vic's hand, looking at her with sad, thoughtful eyes, not saying a word.

"It could have been me," Vic whispered, with a shiver, her voice strained, trying not to break with her emotion. "He told me I belonged there with him, that he was gonna ride high into Christmas Hell with me at his side, and make me those kids' mother, that I had disappointed them, some shit about not being pure. That Craig- Craig had ruined me. He couldn't take a Bad Girl to Christmasland, so here we are. Enter Plan B......."

"We're GOING to get this guy, Vic," Maggie whispered, fierce and determined. "His Plan B is going to mean his Final Destination, I promise. She's the key, this mystery girl is going to be the reason Charlie Effing Manx goes under, and never touches another soul. You sent that Son of a Bitch to hell once, Brat, and together, we can do it again."

"Holy SHIT........" Joe stared incredulous at the screen, rolling his chair slowly backward, blinking his eyes, but the impossible did not disappear, and he raised his finger, transfixed. "Holy Sh- Charles Talent Manx, and Allyssa Jolene Watkins. Filed three months ago, on July 5th 2019......."

A hush drowned the room, the silence deathly, and Vic groaned, annoyed. "You've gotta be FREAKING kidding me!!!! Charles TALENT Manx!? His middle name is literally TALENT!? God, I'm never going to hear the end of that one........."

Joe ignored Vic's outburst, his stare still fixed, thoroughly disturbed. "Bastard used his real name, and everything........ How did- How did you know?"

He turned slowly to Vic, and she gave him a sad, sort of smirk. "I told you......... Manx has been haunting my dreams, taunting me, taking, and torturing me for as long as I can remember. His madness has poisoned my mind, and he's going to do the same damn thing to her, but even worse, because he's going after her heart. He's going to wither it from the inside, until it looks like his, ruin her for anyone else. No loopholes, no escape, and she's going to become a fixture of that god-forsaken place. It's going to happen........ just like he's got planned. Unless somebody finds a Shorter Way to save her."

Maggie felt her body seized with the intruding fear, the biting phrase, landing like a slap to the face. "Vic! Vic NO, listen to me, it's TOO dangerous!!! It almost KILLED you last time, you can't! I won't let you do it! It's not going to take you to Christmasland, and if you use it....... He'll know."

"Good," Vic shot back, with a raised chin. "I want him to know it's me! Me comin' to steal back Christmas, comin' to break up this damn wedding. Consider it my RSVP! She seethed, railing against Maggie's impassioned protest. "Craig didn't DIE for me, so I could do nothin', Maggie, this is my shot to fix it, to do what I couldn't do before, and use my inscape to freaking save somebody, instead of wasting it, finding loose change. It may not take me direct, but it'll take me to where she lived, and why he took her. I'll get to know this chick, find out who she is, what she can do. He doesn't get to win, Maggie, not this time."

"If you think I'm letting you do this alone, you really should be committed," Maggie answered back, fire in her eyes. "If you're going to break up the happy day, and go blind in the process, because you're too damn stubborn, I'm coming with you."

"Mags, you can't! You know what happened to Craig when he tried to follow me over, it's too dangerous, this is my atonement, not yours, got it?"

Maggie swung her scrabble bag, back and forth, as it dangled by its purple string. "Look at this, Vic....... Do you think I was blessed or cursed with this bag, to pass the time with the world's most BORING game!? I can help you! You don't ALWAYS have to rev up your engine, and tear off on your own!!! Finding people, saving people, that us, that's you and me. Our purpose. Together....... And unless there's something you're not telling me, Craig wasn't a Strong Creative! I am! It let you bring me once, you have to at least try again!"

Vic gritted her teeth, hating that Maggie was always right. Here's to the girl, left holding the bag....... "You've got all the answers, don't ya?"

"Uh yeah, in the bag." Maggie smiled, her brown eyes luminous. "Are we doing this or what?"

"Fine, Mags, you can come. But remember, my inscape, my rules. Your eye starts bleeding, your stutter gets worse, or any other pay to play shit, and we're done. I mean it."

"Deal," Maggie smiled brightly, and then her eyes flickered, the light burning out, her features somber, wondering if Vic had been so distracted by Charlie's revealed middle name that she hadn't noticed something even more worrying about the other......

"Jolene," She said sadly, watching as Vic's eyes threatened tears. "Her middle name is Jolene."

"Yeah, I-I noticed......" Vic said softly, wiping at the corner of her welling eye with her thumb, taking a deep breath. "No way in HELL is that a coincidence........."

"Damn this guy knows what he's doing," Joe huffed, slamming keys on his computer. No driver's license on record, every picture on file, magically disappeared. It's like this girl......... doesn't even exist........"

Vic nodded, gritting her teeth again. "He's good....... But I'm better. In his twisted mind, Allyssa belongs to him now, to Christmasland, meaning he's got to get rid of any evidence she existed outside of his inscape. He may be immortal, but he's not infallible. He's going to miss something, slip up, just once, and I'm going to be the one to catch it. He's going to make sure she's got nothin' to come back to....... and I'm going to make sure she'd rather die, than stay.

#nos4a2 #charlie manx #charlie manx x oc #christmasland #joe bly #vic mcqueen #maggie leigh #paranormal romance #paradise for the lost

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good news guys, apparently when i have homework that isn’t math procrastination gets me in the sort of a tiny bit okay way and not the freak out way.

so here have yet another time travel fic

***

Stiles woke up with a start.

He blinked rapidly as he tried to comprehend his surroundings.

It looked like... his childhood bedroom.

He hadn't been in his bedroom in his dad's house since the whole neighborhood had been totaled during an earthquake seven years ago.

Was he having a vivid nostalgia dream?

Probably not. If it was a dream a werewolf would be climbing through his window. That had been an almost nonstop occurrence from the time he found out werewolves were real to the day he moved out of his dad's house.

No, he didn't think he was dreaming. He sat up in bed and picked up his phone that was charging on the bedside table.

He flicked on the screen and gave a deep sigh when he saw the date.

It was not the day it should have been.

He should have been in 2004 but instead he was in 2011.

Specifically the day before Laura Hale had been killed.

He felt rage bubbling up under his skin, fury that he wasn't in the right place at the right time.

He had been very specific with the spell, he should be when he wanted to be.

But he wasn't and now he there wasn't anything he could do about it.

The spell was gone, never to be used again. The warnings about the spell had been clear but he hadn't been able to resist and now everything was wrong, wrong, wrong.

He heard a loud thump from the hallway and his dad yelled "Stiles! Get your laundry basket out of the hallway Jesus Christ."

Stiles' heart flipped.

His dad.

He felt a suspicious sting in his eyes and flung himself out of the bed and out of his room.

"Hey." he said breathlessly, staring at his dad standing there with his hands on his hips and an unimpressed look on his face.

"Have you been up all night?" he asked eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Phush." Stiles said, waving his hand dismissively. "I need to enjoy being able to pull all nighters while I can, I won't be able to forever you know."

What a surreal conversation to be having. After five years and the first thing he says to his dad is 'phush'?

His dad rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I know it's the last two days of winter break but don't spend all day sleeping okay? You have school on monday."

Oh god, high school. There was no way in hell or heaven that Stiles was going to be going back to high school again.

"Hey what time do you get off work tonight?" Stiles asked, wincing internally about the mere idea of dropping not just the werewolf bomb but a fucking time travel explosion.

His dad gave him a confused look. "Probably around eight. Why?"

Stiles shrugged, hoping it came off as casual. "Just wanted to know what time I should get dinner ready."

His dad hummed but didn't look very convinced. "If you say so. I've got to get to work now, make sure you actually do your laundry, don't just leave it in the basket."

Stiles saluted him and watched as he walked down the stairs. "You got it pops. Have fun at work today!"

Stiles heard a muttered 'if only' and walked back into his room in amusement.

He closed the door and then leaned back against it, putting his arm over his eyes and fought against a sob.

He stood there, shaking a little as he listened to the front door opening, closing, the cruiser starting up, and then his dad driving off to work.

He spent a few long minutes just breathing in shuddery watery breaths before he finally pulled himself together.

He might not be in the place he'd originally intended to be but now that he was there he wasn't going to waste this second chance.

And that's exactly what it was. A second chance. Stiles was going to do things, if not right, then at least smarter than last time.

He grabbed some clean clothes and tried not to wince at his teenage fashion sense. While it hadn't changed all that much over the years he liked to think he got better at wearing clothes that fit him. He supposed having body issues had been one of the bigger problems he'd had in high school, before werewolves that is.

After werewolves he'd sort of just stopped caring about what other people thought of him. It was shocking how much shit stopped bothering you after you've been almost murdered enough times.

Clothes acquired he took a very long very hot shower, and although he had to get out and go get his dad's shampoo and body wash from his bath room because Stiles only had heavily scented Axe shit, it was still a wonderful shower.

Once he was clean, he realized he was starving so he bee lined for the kitchen, absently grabbing his laundry basket on the way because really, what was it doing in the hallway? That made no goddamn sense even to Stiles.

He made a ham sandwich and at it one handed while he used the other to write out a grocery list. Judging by the fridge contents, or lack thereof, no one had gone shopping for at least a week.

He supposed he could squeeze some shopping in between doing his laundry, deciding if he should just suck it up and do online school, saving Laura Hales' life, and visiting Peter in the hospital.

He probably even had homework he'd procrastinated on.

And he'd have to write a speech to give his dad, just to make sure he covered all the important parts.

Stiles sighed.

It looked like he was going to have a very busy day ahead of him.

***

He found Laura standing in front of the remains of her old house.

Stiles tried not to think about how weird it was to see her alive for the first time.

He could still vividly remember what she looked like as a dismembered corpse.

You really do never forget your first.

"Laura Hale?" he asked with a smile, hoping he didn't come off as creepy.

She turned to look at him, a flat expression on her face. Obviously she wasn't impressed or interested him in.

That was fine. He'd change one of those things soon enough.

"What." she said without inflection, just like Derek had.

Stiles fought back a wave of hurt at the thought.

Instead he smiled brightly at her and said, "I'm going to tell you something that's going to make sound absolutely insane."

She got a small little frown of annoyance on her face, just like Cora used to.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down, not saying a word.

"I'm from the future." Stiles said plainly, doing jazz hands to accentuate his point.

She sneered at him. "Fuck off."

Stiles shrugged. He'd been expecting that reaction. At least she hadn't punched him.

"Believe me or not, I don't care. I only care to tell you one thing." Stiles said with a nonchalant shrug.

She bared her teeth at him a little but didn't tell him to fuck off again.

"You're going to be murdered tomorrow, just thought you'd want to know." Stiles said casually.

She hissed out a breath and raised her fist threateningly. "Leave me alone you sicko!" she yelled in fury.

Stiles held his hands up and backed away from her. "Hey don't shoot the messenger. I really did just want to tell you to take care of yourself, that's all." he didn't wait for her to reply before he hopped back into his jeep and drove off.

It didn't really matter if she believed him or not, the idea was in her head now and really that had been all Stiles really wanted to do in the first place.

Besides, it would probably work better if he went to the source of the problem.

***

Stiles slipped into the hospital with the ease of someone who'd snuck out of hospitals more times than was probably healthy.

It was almost laughable how there wasn't anyone around to see him walk into Peter's hospital room, or rather it would be laughable if it didn't mean that the place was woefully understaffed. There probably weren't enough nurses to take care of all the patients which meant that there was probably neglect going on.

That filled him with the sort of fury only someone who had had a loved one die in long term care could feel.

Peter was lying in bed, eyes closed looking like he was asleep but Stiles had no doubt that he was wide awake and wondering who the hell Stiles was and what he was doing in his room.

Stiles walked right over to the bed and climbed up onto it, sitting on his knees and leaning over Peter to look down at his face.

"Peeettter." he whispered.

Peter didn't even twitch and Stiles smirked at how much he must be freaking out over having a stranger looming over him.

Stiles knew he was making a hell of a first impression.

He reached out very lightly ran his index finger down the bridge of Peter's nose. His breathing didn't even chance.

Stiles had to admit that was pretty impressive.

"Hey, Peter." Stiles said, voice still very low just in case someone decided to actually do their job and check up on their patients.

He leaned even closer, putting his mouth right next to Peter's ear both because he knew it would be even creepier but also because it put his neck right in biting range and that would make Peter fell a little more in control of the situation.

It wouldn't matter how strong Stiles was if Peter got his teeth into him that would be that.

"Look Peter, I know you haven't been having the best time the last few years and normally I wouldn't care how you decided to become an alpha but the chain reaction really turned my life to shit so I was hoping you'd be willing to hold off for say, two more months at the maximum because..." Stiles paused here for dramatic effect and to let Peter try and figure out what was going on. "I know where the alpha pack is."

While Stiles was sure the temptation of the alpha pack wouldn't be enough to make Peter give up the easy target of Laura Stiles of course had more incentive.

"I know playing your alibi game for a while longer would be hard so I was thinking it might be fun for you to suddenly have a 'miraculous recovery'. Can't you just picture the look on Kate Argent's face when she hears she let her ego get in the way of taking care of a loose end? Wouldn't it be satisfying to have her do all your hard work for you, dealing with all her little accomplices before you put that final nail in her coffin, when she realizes she played right into your plan? I won't stop you, you know. You could do what you wanted to her and I won't bat an eye."

Stiles had to admit he'd never imagined he'd be playing the devil on Peter's shoulder. Besides, it was true, he hadn't even cared all that much the first time she'd died, or the second. Hell, if Peter asked Stiles would probably even help, just because Kate Argent was the worst kind of monster, the kind that thought actions didn't have consequences.

"Just mull that over." he leaned back up and climbed off the bed before he unfolded the blanket he'd brought for Peter.

He laid the blanket out across Peter, making sure to smooth it out just because he could. The blanket was soft and warm and absolutely saturated with Stiles' scent. It served a nice two fold purpose, to make sure Peter wouldn't forget what Stiles smelled like, and to remind Peter that Stiles existed, that he wasn't some ghost or product of his imagination.

The fact that it would be better than the scratchy blanket the hospital had was really just a bonus. While he was smoothing out invisible wrinkles and glance up at Peter's face with a smirk.

"Don't forget to bring this back when you come to see me." he said, voice full of confidence that Peter would be able to find him by scent alone.

Blanket in place he turned and started for the door before he paused, hand on the handle, to say "Oh, I told Laura to expect you, just so you know."

He walked out of the room, smirk firmly in place. He could practically hear Peter's furiously cursing.

Oh yes, Stiles was sure he'd made quite the impression.

He wouldn't be losing Peter's attention for a while.

There was just one last little end he needed to tie up, to really make it so that Peter wouldn't have any other choice than to do what Stiles wanted.

He walked right up to the nurses station, not pausing for a moment at the sight of one nurse sitting at a computer. She didn't look up at him, didn't glance up as he walked around the desk to use the computer behind her.

He poked at it for a few moments, trying to find the employee records, find the address of a certain night nurse.

He suspected that the computer didn't actually have what he wanted but it still gave him exactly what he asked for.

Stiles did so love having magic.

He walked out of the hospital with no one but Peter having known he was ever there.

***

Nurse Ratchet worked night shift so she was home when Stiles walked right into the backyard of her nice little town house and slipped through her unlocked back door.

He walked through the house and up the stairs, sneering over how normal it all looked, and slipped silently into her bedroom. She was fast asleep.

He almost felt bad for not giving her a fighting chance but with his luck if he woke her up she'd somehow manage to get away from him and just cause more trouble in the long run.

His gently slid his index finger along her forehead and watched impassively as she started to seize.

Just a few minutes and one brain aneurysm she was dead, natural causes happened to the best of them.

Of course he couldn't just leave without making sure that someone would find her little black book.

He found it in a false bottom of her bedside table and thumbed through it, eyes widening as he realized that she was a more prolific angel of death than he'd originally thought.

He didn't stop to count how many entries there were but she had to have had a hand in at least fifty deaths over the last fifteen years she'd worked at the hospital.

It was horrifying, and he wanted to bring her back so he could kill her again.

A quick relatively painless death had been too good for someone who killed people that couldn't defend themselves.

He sighed and shook his head. It was too late for that now.

He slipped the notebook into his pocket and resigned himself to another trip to the hospital.

***

He listened with half an ear as his dad bemoaned nature for taking away his chance to arrest a serial killer, but he was mostly playing attention to the forms he needed to fill out for online classes. Once he had everything filled out he waited for his dad to take a sip of coffee before he slid the papers across the table.

His dad blinked at them, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What's this?"

He smiled sweetly. "Online school."

His dad sat his coffee cup down and picked the papers up. "Um, any particular reason why you want to do online school and why you didn't talk to me about it before now?"

Stiles shrugged casually. "It just sort of came to me and you know how I get sometimes."

His dad narrowed his eyes. "Sometimes..." he muttered, squinting at the papers as if he was trying to see the catch.

"I'd still have to attend lectures, they would just be done over the computer." Stiles pointed out helpfully.

His dad sighed and set the papers aside to give Stiles his full attention. "Okay, out with. What's going on?"

Stiles tried to look serious and said "I'm done."

His dad waited and then waved his hand, motioning Stiles to continue talking.

Stiles thought for a moment, weighing whether or not he should just explain everything to his dad. Last time he hadn't it hadn't worked out well for their relationship. They'd worked it out in the end, eventually, but it had never really felt the same. He chewed his lip nervously and eyed his dad. "So, what if I told you I time traveled from the future and don't want to deal with going to high school for a second time?"

His dad instantly looked horrified. "Stiles..." he said carefully.

And Stiles sighed. He knew what he was about to say, what he was about to suggest. He could practically see stress lines forming on his face from just the one sentence.

Stiles waved his hand and for a moment his dad's face was slack before it went back to patent expectation.

"I want to give it a try." Stiles said with an uncomfortable smile. "If it doesn't work out in six months I can go back to public school."

His dad sighed and shook his head but he picked up the pen laying in front of Stiles sighed the paperwork.

"Kid, you know if you ever need to talk to me, you can." he said, giving Stiles a slightly sad but encouraging smile.

Stiles smiled back. "Yeah, I know dad."

***

Stiles was wandering around the preserve with a ziplock of stake in one hand and an empty, magicked pack on his back.

Things were going pretty well, for some reason.

Scott was only mildly sad that Stiles wasn't in school anymore, apparently he had a brand new girlfriend who, according to Scott, was an angel.

Stiles' dad was making more of an effort to spend time with Stiles, Stiles suspected that he'd thought Stiles asking to be taken out of public school was some kind of cry for help.

Laura Hale was still alive and there hadn't been any reports of dead bodies in the woods.

Peter hadn't come by to see Stiles but that was okay, he wasn't expecting him to yet.

There wasn't much left on Stiles' List that was time sensitive but there was one thing he wanted to do sooner rather than later.

He followed the soft pull of the tracking spell he'd cast and after following Malia around for more than an hour she finally seemed to decide to stop running away from him, probably curious about what he was up to.

He sat down on a large exposed tree root and opened the ziplock to let the scent of the meat into the air.

He pulled a few of the small chunks out and tossed them around him, hoping to tempt Malia into coming close enough for Stiles to see her.

"Hey, Malia. Come and get some stake. I made it nice and medium rare, just for you." he called.

He saw the slightest rustle of a bush, for a moment a tiny snout poked out before it disappeared again.

That was fine. Stiles had all day.

***

Malia didn't like the magic bag, she didn't like the house, she didn't like the backyard, and she especially didn't like Stiles.

Stiles knew she'd get over it eventually.

He was more concerned with how his dad was going to react to Stiles coming home with a 'dog'.

He crossed his arms and stared Stiles down through narrowed eyes. "What the hell kid?"

"She's obviously scared and abandoned! I couldn't just leave her on the side of the road!" Stiles said pleadingly.

Malia growled from where she was hiding under the couch, both helping Stiles' case and hurting his chances of his dad accepting her. If he thought she dangerous he'd say no but if he thought she just needed a gentle hand he'd be more accepting.

Something in Stiles' face or Malia's behavior must have convinced him because his shoulders dropped and he rubbed his face in his patented 'What am I getting myself into?' gesture.

"You're going to take after her?" he asked, sounding resigned. Stiles nodded enthusiastically. "And if you don't I'll take her to the humane society myself." Stiles nodded even harder.

His dad sighed in defeat.

***

Stiles woke up to someone pounding on the front door.

He rolled over and groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes and wondered if he ignored them long enough they'd leave him alone. But the pounding didn't stop so he eventually got up.

He threw the door open, not caring at all that he was in his ratty pajamas and sporting morning breath. They'd woken him up they could deal with him the way he was.

"What the hell do you want? Some of us don't wake up at the crack of dawn you know." he snarled, glaring Laura and Derek Hale down.

Laura sneered at him. "It's after one in the afternoon."

Stiles shrugged. "What's your point?"

Laura looked completely done with his shit and pushed past him into the house, wrinkling her nose as she passed him.

Derek hesitated to follow her, glancing from her to Stiles and back again nervously.

Stiles sighed deeply and stepped out of the way, sweeping his arm out and said "Come on in I guess."

Derek awkwardly slid past him into the house and practically flew over to stand next to his sister.

Stiles stared at them, baffled over Derek's attitude, or rather, lack thereof.

He closed the door and walked over to the couch, flopping down onto it and staring at the two Hales, waiting for one of them to start talking.

Laura pulled a long slim crystal out of her pocket and held it in her palm. "Tell me you're from the future again." she said, staring Stiles down like she expected him to deny it now that there was a witness to his crazy.

"I'm from the future." Stiles said in amusement.

The crystal in her palm glowed softly for a moment and Laura stared at it in shock.

She sat down hard on his dad's armchair. "Fuck." she hissed.

Stiles hummed softly in agreement.

He felt something sharp snap against his ankle and he hissed, pulling his leg off the floor and glaring down at the space under the couch.

"Malia be nice! We have company." he scolded.

Malia stuck her pointy little nose out and chittered angrily.

Stiles sent Laura and Derek a fake apologetic look. "Sorry about her, she's still learning manners."

Derek leaned forward actually looking eager, nose twitching adorably. "What is it?"

"She's a coyote." Stiles said in amusement.

"Why the fuck do you have a coyote in your house?" Laura asked, baffled.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "She's not a normal coyote. She's a werecoyote who's having a bit of an identity crisis."

"I've never met a werecoyote before." Derek said, getting up and kneeling on the floor to try and see Malia.

Stiles slid across the couch so Derek could shuffle closer, whispering sweet encouraging words at her, and gently coaxing her to come out from under the couch.

Stiles glanced over at Laura to see how she was reacting and saw that she had a soft proud little smile on her face.

Stiles felt an old familiar pang of sadness for Derek. He'd rarely seen him act like that, so calm and peaceful. It made him look at Derek's relationship with Laura in a new light.

He'd always known that Derek loved his sister but seeing the way he was when she was around was enlightening.

Laura looked at Stiles and raised a pointed eyebrow.

Stiles smiled sweetly at her.

Her eyes narrowed. "You never told me who wanted to kill me."

"I didn't?" Stiles asked, eyes widening in mock surprise.

She didn't look impressed. "You know you didn't."

Stiles hummed in thought.

Peter hadn't made a miraculous recovery yet but Stiles wasn't surprised. It had only been just over a week, he was probably trying to get back as much strength as he could, make up a plan and a few backup plans, before he let Kate know she should come back to Beacon Hills and tie up loose ends.

The problem with telling Laura about Peter was that Stiles didn't know how she would react. And Stiles knew for a fact that his these aren't the droids you're looking for magic trick didn't work on werewolves.

"Well, do you have any ideas about who it could be?" Stiles asked, interested in what she had to say and stalling her at the same time.

She glanced at Derek but he seemed like he was pointedly ignoring them, paying more attention to scratching Malia under the chin with his finger tip.

On the one hand now that he'd seen the way Derek acted with Laura alive he actually cared a little if she died but on the other hand there was every possibility that if she knew she might take matters into her own hands while she still could. Or not help Peter once he woke up.

Stiles huffed and decided that if she went after Peter she'd deserve what he did to her and if she didn't let him in the pack, Stiles would just handle that.

He'd rather deal with Peter being annoying than Peter being actively murderous.

"When was the last time you saw your uncle?" he asked pointedly.

Her mouth dropped open, eyes wide in shock while Derek's head shot up and he looked between Stiles and Laura in horror.

"He wouldn't..." Derek whispered, and then winced when he realized that he and his sister had left Peter all alone and defenseless and that Peter very much would if he had to.

"So Peter killed me, ah, before?" Laura asked, drawing herself up contemplatively.

"You left him here to go crazy, what did you expect?" Stiles asked, amused at her mixed emotions.

Laura's jaw clenched. "I expected him-" she cut herself off with a glance at Derek.

That was interesting. Stiles supposed she must know about Derek's accidental hand in the fire and didn't want to add any guilt on him.

Stiles hummed. "Well he woke up and wasn't very happy with you."

Laura looked away in thought.

The three of them were quiet for a few minutes, Laura was probably thinking about what to do with Peter while Derek had managed to coxe Malia out to sit next to him. Stiles let her stew.

Finally after it seemed like she couldn't come up with a good way to handle the situation herself he said "I already told Peter that I told you he wanted to kill you."

Her head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes at him while Derek made a soft barely audible unhappy sound.

"So he's already awake then?" Laura asked.

Stiles smiled at her.

For a moment she looked haunted and Stiles almost felt sorry for her.

"If it makes you feel better I have a way to make him less mad at you." Stiles said with a smirk.

She bared her teeth at him in a snarl.

"Cora's still alive." Stiles said plainly.

Laura's eyes when huge and her mouth dropped open while Derek gasped and pulled himself onto the couch next to Stiles.

"She is?" he asked eagerly, leaning closer. "Where is she?"

Stiles looked at Laura pointedly. "It'll take you a couple of weeks to get her, that should be just enough time for Peter's temper to cool off." he paused and smiled at Derek. "Especially if you go see him and bring Malia."

***

Stiles was outside in the backyard, staring up at the full moon.

He could practically feel the anticipation in the air.

Peter had woken up a week ago and Kate Argent had gotten into town that morning.

Malia and Derek were at Derek's new loft and his dad was at work so Peter should be showing up any minute.

He felt Peter before he saw him, even in the bright moonlight he was still a shadow.

Stiles tipped his head to look at the part of the fence that backed into the treeline.

"It's about time!" he said with a grin. "I've been expecting you for weeks!"

He could practically hear Peter's eye roll. "You sent me a distraction, remember?"

He slipped out of the shadows and across the lawn to drop the blanket Stiles had left him. It was still warm from Peter's body heat and Stiles shook it out to wrap it around himself.

To Stiles' surprise Peter dropped down to sit on the grass next to Stiles instead of looming threateningly over him.

He was quiet for a long time, just staring at Stiles and Stiles sat up so they could be face to face. It was a bit odd to see Peter with his scars again but considering the first time Stiles had seen him he'd had them he thought it was an interesting full circle moment that probably didn't mean anything.

"Thank you." he said finally.

Stiles eyes widened in shock. "For what?" he asked, baffled.

Peter looked amused. "You gave me family, pack again."

And for as long as Stiles had known Peter he'd always known that he cared about his pack, in his own way, but it had never occurred to him that if he'd just had some when he first woke up that he might turn out a bit more sane.

Stiles tipped his head and narrowed his eyes. "Are you still planning on doing something about Kate Argent?"

Peter grinned at him, showing teeth that seemed a bit too sharp. "Of course I am."

And yeah, okay, he was still Peter.

Stiles grinned back and wiggled a little closer. "Are you going to let me help?"

Peter leaned closer, meeting Stiles halfway. He slid his nose against Stiles' cheek and huffed out a little laugh. "Of course you can help, I think you've more than earned it."

Stiles hummed and shifted again to brush their mouths together in the way he'd always wanted but never got the chance to.

Peter gently pressed closer, softly urging Stiles to lay back down in the grass. "Although I'm am mad you got your hands on my nurse before I could."

Stiles giggled and pulled Peter right down onto him. "I'll make it up to you." he promised and kissed him again.

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This is my new smau. It's a Sokka x F!Reader pairing smau. Title: More Than A Roommate

Trigger warning: Mature! Slight swear warning! If your sensitive to mature language and swearing, I've warned you ahead of time. Mentions of sex!

Y/n's new roommate seems intensely interested in her life and wants to know everything about her. She's flattered and a little freaked out, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Though she thinks it's a problem that he's so handsome and their living together. But what will he do when he finds out Y/n's a Firebender? Will he accept her for who she is or will he shut her out because of his bad past with the Fire Nation?

Special Edition Part 19 Continued. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I quickly gathered what I needed. It wasn't much, but I did grab my sword. I never know when I'll need that. Even though I'm a Firebender that can bend red flame and red lightning, I'm still badass with a sword. Though I can't take all the credit, Sokka helped me with part of that. He's helped me to practice and he's taught me what he knows. A tear slipped from my eye as I stood in Sokka's room for a moment, staring at his boomerang on the wall. As I turned my head, I looked at the picture he had of us on his nightstand. I picked it up, looking at it, as a couple more tears fell. I cleared my throat, closing my eyes forcing the rest of my tears away. Wiping away the tears that remained, I opened my eyes setting the picture down. I looked directly at Sokka in the picture.

"Dont worry Sokka, I'm coming for you,"

With that said, I walked out of the room, heading out of the apartment.

. . .

Adelina's P.O.V.

I paced back and forth in my sister's apartment waiting for my friends to arrive. They were taking forever. I just wanted to leave on my own and go find my sister. She could be in serious danger right now. As Toph said I can believe that she went off alone, but I'm just so angry with her. If something happens to her, I would never forgive myself. She's my everything. She's my Boo. I need her. And whether she admits it or not she needs me to. And this is one of the times she needs me. Ughhh! I wanna kick her ass so bad. Though I guess I cant blame her. I am as much in love with Zuko as she is with Sokka. If Azula was doing this to Zuko, I'd wanna do more than just kick her ass. I jumped as the door opened. Pretty much all my friends walked in at the same time. And Iroh was behind Zuko. I face palmed myself. I looked directly as Zuko.

"Zuko, what is Iroh doing here?" I asked him trying not to show him how angry I was for my missing sister and future brother-in-law.

"We're not the only ones who are Y/n's family Adelina. Iroh is to. Uncle's known you guys since you were kids, he wants to help. He cares for her too," Zuko explained to me.

"And you forget Lina, that my nickname used to be, Dragon of the West - I am still a Firebender and I want to make sure nothing happens to the people I love," Iroh explained to me calmly.

I sighed as I looked at him. I didn't have time to debate.

"Fine, - But we have to go, - Right now - We're already running out of time," I told them in a hurried panic as I headed to the door.

Nothing will stop me from protecting Y/n and Sokka.

. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I headed to the Earth King's old quarters. I figured if Azula is going to be hiding out anywhere in Ba Sing Se, with that sicko of a dick waffle Jet and the Dia Lee agents, its gonna be there. And I wasn't playing around. As soon as I got to the door, I blasted two of the Dia Lee out of the way. I want my Sokka back and nothing will keep me from him. I walked throughout the halls and the main throne room but I didn't see Azula. I knew they both were hiding here somewhere. As I walked throughout the throne room, I felt a familiar presence. I stood firm not wanting to turn around. He quickly grabbed my wrists as he stood behind me, standing as close to me as he could. He made me drop my sword. I closed my eyes as the sound of the sword hitting the floor hit my ears. Jet held my wrists tightly, as he pressed himself against me.

"Its nice to see you again Y/n, -"

I could feel shivers running through my entire body. And they weren't the good kind.

"Jet? -"

"We haven't seen each other in awhile Y/n. I've tried texting you but you didnt answer -"

He was getting closer to my neck. I had my eyes closed, because I didnt want to admit this was happening.

"When texting didnt work I tried calling but you still didnt answer -"

Jet moved his lips along my neck so softly, it drove me insane. My breath hitched as he pressed himself against me.

"Though, I can look past you ignoring me for weeks, if you - give me the chance I deserve, -"

"You know you don't deserve it," I told him.

"Really? -"

Jet quickly turned me around, pressing me to the wall behind us, pushing himself against me. He had my wrists held down, so I couldn't fight back. He still moved his lips along my neck. He knew just how to do it, in ways that would drive me crazy. I tried to move, but Jet had me held down.

"You lied to me Jet," I said to him.

I tried to show him I was angry, but he was hitting the sweetest spot on my neck. The spot he knew was my favorite before when we were together years ago. I honestly hate him right now.

"I lied to you only because I love you - I needed you back. I cant live without you. - "

He gently pressed his lips harder. I wanted to cry, but I forced myself not to. I still forced my eyes to stay closed.

"I need you in my life - I dont want to be forced to live without you - "

"Then you shouldn't have lied to me and joined Azula,"

He moved his lips down farther.

"You don't understand - I needed you - I still need -"

He brought his knee up between my legs, creating friction. A slight whine left me.

"Where's Sokka?"

I tried to speak sternly, but with what he was doing, it was really difficult to keep my composure.

"Look Y/n, I know you still love me, - You cant deny it,"

"Yes, I can - You're nothing that Sokka is - You never have been and you never will be,

! - He's better than you in every way!"

Jet said nothing for a moment as he looked at me.

"How can I prove to you that I still love you?"

I stared directly into his eyes, with the straightest face I could possibly have.

"You can't,"

I could see the anger hidden behind his eyes. In an instant he pressed his lips onto mine with force. He pressed himself against me as hard as he could. I honestly didnt know what to do. A part of me still did love him. Those feelings dont just go away. Jet still had me held down, but he kissed me like he used to when we were together before. Before I even know what I was doing I kissed him back only slightly. I honestly wish he'd never come back. I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Just as I felt him moving his hands down to my thighs, he was ripped off of me and thrown to the ground. I looked over to see Mai.

"Thank you Mai," I said to her in a soft tone.

"Damn Y/n, if you were over Sokka that quickly, you could've just dumped him," Mai said to me.

I shook my head.

"No, I'm not -"

I was just staring at Jet. Mai had her foot on him, holding him down.

"What happened with me and Jet is a long story, but the only person I care about right now is Sokka. I need to find him. As far as Jet is concerned, he can go to hell," I told Mai.

She knew I was upset with Jet by the tone of my voice.

"Well, I may need your Firebending as an assistant while I tie him to this post," Mai said to me forcing Jet to his feet.

I stared directly into Jet's eyes as Mai held him. Jet knew I was angry.

"I'd be my pleasure," I spoke in a calm voice.

"Y/n, don't do this! - You know that we're meant to be together," Jet protested as Mai dragged him over to the post.

"We were once - But life goes on Jet - Not everything has to stay the same. I moved on from you. You should do the same -"

"I can't," Jet spoke as Mai finished off the knot.

I squatted down in front of him.

"You can,"

Jet almost had tears in his eyes as he looked at me.

"I love you,"

"Then let me go, - There is someone out there for you Jet, but it's not me. - Maybe it was once, but we've grown apart. And deep down you know that. - When you kiss me you try to hard to make the feelings real, when you know they're not -"

"I love you Y/n, I always will,"

I gently took hold of Jet's hand.

"Of course you will, - You'll always love me - I was your first love, and you were mine we will always love each other, but that doesn't mean we should get back together just because we feel our old feelings and we think they're the feelings of now. - I fell in love with Sokka - Deeper than I ever did with you - And that's okay, because that means I can move on, and you need to move on too, -"

"I dont think I could ever let another girl kiss me,"

I exchanged glances with Mai. She gave me a knowing smile. She knelt down beside me, quickly grabbing his face, attaching their lips, kissing him with a passion. I could tell he was surprised, by the look on his face. He didnt even know what to do. Mai and I both stood up at the same time.

"Where's Sokka?" I asked her.

"He's just down that hall, in the third room on your right, - I'll stay here with Jet so he doesnt try anything too crazy. Just be careful of Azula, she could be lurking," Mai warned me.

I nodded to her. Without another word I left them alone, to find Sokka. Azula is going to pay, for even thinking about hurting my man. I headed down the hall, to the room Mai told me of. Sure enough when I entered, there was Sokka sitting against a bed on the floor, tied to the frame. He had his head down looking at the floor. I cautiously entered the room.

"Sokka, -"

He perked his head up, when he heard my voice.

"Y/n! Oh thank God you're here!" Sokka exclaimed as I rushed over to him.

I smiled as I looked into his face. I couldn't stop myself as I touched his face softly.

"Yeah, - I had to come," I told him softly.

I started to untie him.

"I knew you would, love - Jet and Azula are insane. Once I get outta here I'm gonna give them both a piece of my mind,"

"Don't worry baby, Mai is taking care of Jet and I'd suggest leaving Azula to me,"

I helped Sokka stand to his feet.

"What you think I cant handle it?"

I put my hand on his arm.

"No, sweetie that's not it. It's just I dont want you to be in the crossfire of one of Azula's lightning blasts,"

"Fair enough,"

I gave him my sword as a defense mechanism. Just as we started to walk out of the room, I heard footsteps down the hall coming this way. I put my hand on Sokka's chest, stopping him. I waited and listened. Just as they were right outside the door, I blasted them with fire, knocking them back a few feet. Sokka and I rushed out the door. It wasn't Azula like I had thought. It was one of the Dia Lee. I took Sokka's hand and we rushed off together to find her. Once we were outside in the courtyard, we stood there and waited. I could feel the presence of someone around. I listened and waited and made sure of my surroundings carefully. Just as I felt her a few feet behind us, and I knew she was going after Sokka, I stepped in front of him, putting a huge firewall in front of us, to protect him.

"So, I see you've defeated my Dia Lee and my secret weapon," Azula said to me in a challenging tone.

"It wasn't much of a secret weapon, - I mean come on using my ex-boyfriend, you really think I couldn't defeat him?"

"I just thought he was more angry than he actually was - Pathetic really, -"

"Well, now you have no beef with us, so you can let us go willingly," Sokka said to her.

"That's where you're wrong, - You see Jet mentioned something to me about helping me get revenge on Zuko and his friends for betraying me and lucky for me Y/n happens to be one of his best friends since we were kids. Today is just my day," Azula explained to Sokka.

A challenging look crossed my eye.

"Bring it on," I challeneged.

A devious smile passed her as she just stared at me. Just as she shot a huge flame of blue at me, I fired back at the same time with a huge flame of red. Our flames collided making an even larger flame of red and blue in the middle. I wont let Azula win. I'm stronger than she is. And she knows it. That's why she's trying so hard. Azula was trying to fire back stronger, but I was better. I went even larger with my flame, causing hers to dissipate, knocking her to the ground. Anger crossed her face as she looked at me. I stood before her with a determined look to my face.

"You've always been jealous of me Azula. - I can fight better than you - I never focused on my anger as a fuel for my fire. Your Uncle didnt just teach Zuko, he taught me and my sister too. We followed by everything he taught us. And we've stuck to it everyday of our lives since, -"

In her anger Azula got herself up and shot a fire kick at me. I quickly blocked it.

"You should've listened to your Uncle," I told her intimidatingly.

"Oh, I've learned a few things from my Uncle," Azula said to me through her anger.

I watched as Azula got into her familiar stance. I knew exactly what she was doing. I readied myself. Iroh told me I might need to use this to defend myself someday. Azula shot a bolt of lightning my way. It pushed me back as I caught it. I almost couldn't breathe or hold onto it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the terrified look in Sokka's face. I let that fuel me. In just a few seconds I was the one controlling the lightning. I felt the energy and it was exhilarating, but it was also terrifying. Just as Zuko had stated once before. I redirected the lightning to shoot just past her head, singeing her hair. She was beyond angry as she looked at me.

"I've learned a few things from your Uncle too," I told her now even more intimated.

Sokka stood by me proud as he put his arm around me. I looked over just as our group of friends came running in. And Iroh was there to. Adelina ran over to me trapping me in her arms tightly. Zuko had hold of Azula.

"I am so glad you're safe," Adelina said to me in a slight panic.

"Yes, Lina, I'm fine," I told her.

She leaned away from me.

"It was so awesome! Azula shot lightning at her and she just stood there in firm ground and redirected the lightning at her! She was so cool!" Sokka exclaimed.

I chuckled at Sokka's reaction. I love him so much. It's hard for me not to love him.

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years

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Scales and Scars (Prologue)

a/n: Hey guys! I promise i am still working through the requests I have piled up to do! But I had this idea and had to write it! SO here’s another series that will have irregular updates! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1011

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Haven’t chosen who the reader ends up with, stuck between Todoroki, Bakugo, Kirishima, or Shinsou Let me know if you have a favorite!)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, experiments

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“Eraserhead, you are clear to enter the premises. Arrest any villians on sight.”

The crackle of static thread through the come in Aizawa’s ear along with Naomasa’s voice.

Clicking on it, he responded, “Copy. Present Mic, any sightings on the west side?”

Dropping silently from the rafters of the garage that he had been watching, Aizawa held his breath waiting for his boyfriend to reply, letting out a slow breath when the chirpy, touch-to-loud voice filtered through the comms.

“All clear here Eraserhead!”

“Nothing on the East side either, thanks for asking.” The teasing voice of Midnight said, “You two lovebirds can flirt later.”

Aizawa growled lowly, “We weren’t flirting Midnight.”

He could practically see her licking her lips as she purred, “We all know your idea of flirting is a nap with a cat. So who's to say this isn’t what gets you off?”

Aizawa silently thanked Naomasa as his frustrated voice took control of the situation again, “Focus you three. Midnight, Present Mic, you guys are only here cause All Might got called away last minute. This is a stealth and capture mission. The Intel states that a possible warp quirk user and shady characters have been seen around this garage. Eraserhead, are you in?”

Aizawa’s hair began floating off his shoulders as he activated his quirk, scanning the area, prepared for someone to jump out at him from any corner.

“It looks empty. Just a normal storage garage. Nothing in he-” He cut himself off when he heard the tiniest clink of metal, muffled and from underneath the floorboards.

Naomasa caught his tension through the comms, “What is it Eraserhead?”

Present Mic, Hizashi, was for once, quiet, as he whispered as well, “Sho? Are you okay?”

Aizawa stepped forward, his weight shifting, and he heard it again. Chains clinking, and a silent huff of breath.

“There’s someone here. Stay on standby.” It was abrupt and whispered.

Ignoring the protests from his boyfriend and Midnight and Naomasa trying to convince Present Mic not to jump into the garage, Aizawa peered down at the wooden floor planks.

Further inspection led to him seeing the faint outline of what could be a possible trap door.

Tugging at the edges proved his suspicions correct as the wooden boards creaked open. Pitch black darkness seeps up from the small opening. Broken stairs disappearing down into the dark.

Quirk still on, eyes straining from being open for so long, itchy from the perpetual dryness that came from his quirk, he took the first few steps, listening intently for that sound that drew him down in the first place.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the stairs ended a few good feet down and it seemed to be a hallway with multiple doors on either side.

“Eraserhead, come in, what’s your status?”

“Seems to be an underground bunker. Checking doors now. Stay on standby.” Was his curt reply.

Then he heard it again. Clearer this time. Louder, closer.

Metal chains clinking on the concrete ground. A huff of breath, and a sniffle. Feet scuffing the ground.

Someone was down here.

On high alert, Aizawa checked the first door. It was a cleaning supply closet, nothing in it but brooms and buckets.

On the other side of the hallway, was where things took a turn for the villainous.

A white wash sterile operating room. Dark red, almost black, spots covered the floor and the operating table. Scalpels lay scattered on carts, and machinery lay tangled in the corners.

Aizawa felt rage and sickness rise in him. What sort of monsters?

Leaving that room, he walked down to the next one. Opening it showed an observation room that looked into the operating room. Walking further in, Aizawa saw charts laying on a dusty table.

“Guys, I found some charts down here alongside an operating room covered in dried blood.”

Present Mic’s voice was bitter and loud again, “What kind of sickos? I mean, I knew we were looking at Villains here, but what were they trying to do?”

Aizawa fought bile as he replied while staring down at the contents of one of the charts, “They were trying to make artificial quirks by experimenting on quirkless kids.”

Silence.

Heavy, deep silence as this news was processed by the cops and heros surrounding the garage on the top level.

And then an angry hiss, “I’ll kill them. I’ll knock them out so hard, they won’t see it coming.” Midnight was raging.

Having a quirkless cousin, she knew the prejudice and the stats that came with being one of the 22% populations to not have a quirk. And to think, people were rounding them up and experimenting on them, made her sick to her stomach.

Hizashi wasn’t much better, forcing himself to stay where he was as he practically vibrated in anger. Being born with a quirk was difficult by itself, but he never had to face what Quirkless people do. But he was a hero, he was sworn to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. How many kids? Adults? Lives in general had been stolen from right under there noses by these Villains?

Meanwhile Naomasa was stuck frozen next to his unit as he pictured his best friend, Toshinori, who had been quirkless until he was a young teen, being tied down, kicking, crying, desperately hoping for someone to save him. It was an image he prayed wouldn’t appear in his dreams that night.

“Looks like their all...gone.” Aizawa’s voice was rougher than usual, clueing his comrades in to how hard he was taking this news.

Backing out from the room, he left the folders there, knowing the cops would come and take the evidence once he was done clearing the area.

“Only one room left, and someone’s in there. Stay on standby.”

“If it’s the Villains-”

“Better hope it’s not-”

“We’ll make them regret being born.”

Blinking slowly, Aizawa activated his quirk one last time, and in one smooth motion, ripped the door open and stepped in with a glare.

“...It’s a kid.”

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Run; Miles & Luke - Part 2

In Continuation to Part 1

Set up:

Miles had got Lucas off to sleep in the spare room, making sure all the doors and windows were locked and alarmed. Not so much to keep Luke in (although he was half-worried the poor guy might freak out and run away again) but to keep anyone who might be watching them out. One benefit of having a German Shepherd was that they were always on alert, so even if Miles didn’t catch whoever might be there, Duke would.

He hardly slept, almost too frantic to drift off. He did eventually though, drifting in and out of wakefulness a few times, barely on the edge of dreaming before he finally gave up and got up to make breakfast. He looked in on Luke a few times just to make sure he was still there. Poor kid must’ve been exhausted. By the time he finally heard the door to the spare room open, it was midday. “Morning.” Miles looked at him, still almost unable to believe he was real. “How’d you sleep?”

Luke had woken and for a moment didn't realize where he was, the bed unfamiliar, and the wall he was facing not filled with the usual sunshine. When he saw Miles in his kitchen and himself standing only a few feet from him, every single cell in his body screamed to fucking run. Bolt as fast as he could, even barefoot, and with Duke staring at him. The familiarness of the question was so strange, and when was the last time he even had someone say that to him? He rubbed his heart as stress spread under the surface.

"Morning? Is it? I haven't slept that hard in a long time," he admitted, walking forward, with a gentle pat on Duke's head in passing, before he sat down in a chair and laid his head down on the table with folded arms. "Did you sleep? You look like you've been spinning things in your head for hours."

“Sort of not,” Miles answered. “It’s a little after twelve.” His brother was there. His brother… was right there. It was impossible not to repeat that over and over in his head for however long it took him to believe it. “I was in and out. I’m kind of fighting the feeling like I’m gonna wake up any minute now and you’ll be gone.” He looked at Luke with sincerity. “I missed you, bro. We all did. We thought you were--” He was going to say ‘dead’ but he couldn’t get the word out. “You know.”

"Dead--" Luke said the word easily and sighed lightly, really not wanting to draw from that pool of memories already. It was so easy to shove it all away, just let it be this forgetful spot in his mind, but it never was. Continuously, he's reminded in the mirror or shower with scars, not ones he's earned but given. "Alright--" he said with faint determination and tugged his shirt collar to pull it over his head. He quickly palmed his face to hopefully not show how much stress this was on him. "I need to say this quickly because it fucks with me. So-- they gunned me down-- shot me twice here first." Showing the starburst scars in his chest and lower rib cage that didn't get seen nearly as much. "Stupid bullets got stuck in there but didn't take me down. Missed my heart, not surprising since it was from a damn car and it was moving. Ah, but then, I look over and bam--"

His breath shakes, and his eyes glance up, holding his fingers to his head. "Just like that, man, maybe four seconds. Four seconds and I was fucking gone."

Miles hated that word coming from Lucas’ lips, but he nodded sternly. He was mad, not at Luke, but this whole damn situation. Their entire family had been grieving and who knew what Luke had gone through? When he said the word torture, had he meant it literally? Miles could immediately tell he was different. He was darker, more haunted. It was as if Lucas had been living under a black cloud. He clenched his jaw as Luke went through his scars. His stomach was turning itself inside out. “Jesus. Sick bastards.” He was going to make some coffee, but maybe tea was a better idea to calm Luke down, or to calm himself down. “Do you know anything about them?”

Luke knew Miles would be mad, and he actually expected to get yelled at because it was his fault for bringing him this pain. A small, broken part of him wanted Miles to just go off on him, hit him, or tell Luke he deserved it. If he had just not wandered off when he was a teen or if he had just gone to that school in Texas as his dad wanted, none of this would have happened. He closed his eyes, pulled his shirt on, and started pacing. He didn't know how to explain this without sounding crazy, and little whispers were filling his mind now that he's scratched that memory. "Miles, they put me in the ground. They thought I was dead, but I woke up there. That guy-- " his voice wavered, and he worried his lip. "He said he saved me--" A beaten, faintly insane laugh spilled out, "can you believe that brother? Saved me. That's what I know about him. He hurts me, kills me, and makes sure I come back. Heh-- heh -- so we can do it again. How do I fight that?" He finished, sounding resigned.

“They fucking what?!” The idea of his baby brother having to dig his way out of a shallow grave… Miles wanted to throw up. This sounded like some serious fucking gaslighting. If it’d been pure hate, some hapless hunter just trying to kill wolves because they were wolves, that would be one thing, but this guy was sadistic. “He didn’t save you. You saved you, okay? You’re the best, strongest person I know. I’ve missed you like hell.” He handed Luke a cup of tea, leading him to the couch so they could sit. “What does he look like? Does he have an accent? Any distinguishing features?”

Lucas accepted the warm drink and walked with Miles over to the couch. Sipping it carefully, it was honestly delicious and soothing. 'Thanks," What did he look like? Lucas' head pounded. Various memories showed the silhouette of the man but never his entire face. There were so many blurry edges like his mind refused to put it together. Remembering seemed to come with bringing up something awful in him. "He always hides his face," he managed, "but he has a beard, scruffy with a mustache, gray and white hair. His teeth are so white and straight." He sets the cup down, afraid he might break it as he squirms and pulls his legs up and tries to remember. "Speaks like he's always talking through a smile until he's mad." The edges of his sight darken at that thought, and he feels himself drifting, his breathing slows and his gaze lands in the distance space across the room. "He talks southern-- wears a cowboy hat, usually white, taller than us."

Miles just sat down. Duke walked in circles for a bit and then lay down near Luke’s feet. “Guess he missed you,” Miles chuckled softly. Duke was trained in Search and Rescue so part of that required sometimes laying down near victims who were in distress or needed warmth. But Miles preferred to think of it as the former. “That’s good. Those are good details.” He put an arm around Luke’s shoulder. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but we’re gonna do it together this time, okay? You're not alone any more. I promise.”

"Okay, Miles," Lucas let that promise settle into him properly and believed it. "I just don't want anyone else to get hurt. He called me yesterday before I ran here. He gave mom my number, I lied to her on the phone when she called me. She cried--" he swallowed thickly, resting his head on Miles' reassuring arm. "I felt terrible. He knew Regan's name and a few others who helped me. I just don't know who I'm going to bring trouble too. The looming threat is hard to manage, I don't know what he will act on. I’ve been trying to pull things that relate to him, try to make sense of it all. But I’m not good at remembering anymore. Do you think we could set a trap?"

“The bastard got in touch with mom?” Now Miles really was angry. He had planned to contact the rest of the family to talk about Lucas once the nameless Hunter was out of the picture, but the fact this sicko was toying with her grief made him want to scream. “Lucas, this guy is going to hurt people no matter what you do. For some reason, he’s just the kind of person who enjoys hurting others. And they say we’re the monsters.” He shook his head. No amount of tea could calm him down, but he continued to drink it just so he had something to do with his hands. “I wanna find out what he wants. I have a lead on another hunter in town. I’ll see if he knows a guy who fits that description.”

Lucas watched with a hazy expression at the anger darting over his brother's face. There was a part of him that still wished Miles would just yell at him, hoping it would help him process it better, but he also wasn't sure he could handle seeing his big brother in such a state either. Miles was always his rock; this person he could fall into without any guilt and a calm atmosphere. Luke finally releasing all these secrets, all this burden he's carried since he crawled out of that shallow grave was worrisome for him. He didn't want it all to go and ruin his brother as it did him. Lucas wasn't that happy, partying, laughing boy anymore, please don’t change from this. "I know he is--" he said about the hunter. Knowing this man killed humans just as easily, he just didn’t have proof. "Okay-- I actually have someone checking my, well-- gravesite for me," Luke said with a shiver, "I wasn't alone in there. Maybe you will see the picture better than me once we get everything. Regan is looking over an old case file too. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize I needed help. But, I’m feeling more hopeful than I have."

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Miles said, firm but soft. He set his mug down, wrapping his arms around Luke’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He just held him there for a few moments, not wanting to let him go. There were days - many of them - when he never thought he’d have Lucas in his arms again. It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like forever before Miles finally let go. “Now, since your sleepy ass missed breakfast, how ‘bout lunch?”

Lucas really couldn't remember Miles having this big of wind span and would have to find out how in the world did he get so big. The hug was welcome, and Lucas would probably find a way to get more in the coming days. Miles will likely have to keep telling Luke not to apologize and not to blame himself for years after this mess. Luke had hope. It felt good to have it back, even just a little bit. It didn't change Lucas was still terrified and had no idea what was going to happen when that surprise got to him. He wasn't sure he could handle watching Miles kill them, and he wasn't sure how he would react, even hearing his voice again. But, he had a few people keeping an eye on him now, and Luke felt unworthy in that broken way. He was also accepting it slowly. Hopefully, time could break those isolating habits he's created for himself. Maybe one day, in the future, he'd smile like he used too.

"Heyyyy- I was tired," he pouted when Miles let go and hugged Duke instead. Both were looking at Miles with the same puppy eyes. "Duke, you want some of my famous cooking. Miles has no idea what he's in for. Think we can make him cry over food? Come on--"

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*Ji and Lance part 3*

part 2

“Ok, Lance. You’re going to pick today, ok?” Ji tries to make his voice sound authoritative without sounding angry. Lance looks up at him with wide eyes from his signature spot next to the couch.

“Yes, Master.” Lance’s body is tense with anxiety, but Ji has found that he won’t disobey a direct order. He sits on the couch, close to Lance, and presses the remote in his hand.

Lance scrolls Netflix, looking up questioningly at Ji as he pauses on each movie. Ji just motions to the TV, wanting Lance to pick something that he’s interested in, like they had discussed. Lance turns and stares at the screen with intense concentration. He stops on a nature documentary, and peers up nervously at Ji.

“You wanna watch that one?” Ji tries to keep his expression neutral.

“Do you want to, Master?” Lance seems uneasy, like he’s anticipating punishment.

“That’s not what I asked.” Ji knows that it won’t mean anything if he ends up choosing for him.

“...I am... interested in this film. I would like to watch it, if that’s alright with you, Master.” Lance braces himself for the discipline that comes with requesting something for himself.

“Nice choice, hon.” Ji plucks the remote from his hand and plays the documentary. They watch the film in silence. Ji tries to make conversation a few times, but he knows he’s already asked a lot of Lance, so gives up.

Ji checks his phone, having silenced it so he could focus on spending time with Lance. Six missed calls from Anwir. Ten texts, one that declares that he’s coming over.

“Uh, Lance?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Anwir’s coming over... for some reason.”

“Yes, Master.”

Anwir’s the only person he’s introduced Lance to, and Anwir took a liking to him immediately. He’s a lot more comfortable with the “pet” role Lance fills than Ji is. He has no problem with Lance kneeling at his feet, he even pets his head. Ji suspects that Anwir is involved in the BDSM scene or something of the sort, but he doesn’t ask because he doesn’t want to prompt Anwir into one of his signature inappropriate rambles.

“Duuuude! Let me in! It’s important!” Anwir’s voice is loud even through the door. Ji rushes to let him in, not wanting another complaint from his neighbors.

Anwir yanks the door open as soon as Ji turns the lock. “THEY’RE COMING FOR LANCE DUDE!” He shoves Ji out of the doorway and slams the door shut.

“Wha-? Are you on coke again?! We talked about this!” Ji rubs his face, frustrated by the thought of having to force Anwir into rehab again.

“NO DUDE! This is for realsies! Some big scary guys in suits showed up at my apartment!” He grabs Ji’s shoulders, shaking him roughly. “They asked me about Lance! I said I didn’t know what they’re talking about but THEY HAD PICTURES OF ME GOING INTO YOUR HOUSE! THE JIG IS UP DUDE!”

“Ok. Ok. Just calm down. Why would ‘scary guys in suits’ care about where Lance is staying?” He pries Anwir’s hands off his shoulders.

“Because he’s a pet, dude. And his Master must want him back!” Ji just squints at him, trying to decide if he’s high or not. Anwir sighs dramatically, rubbing his eyes. “Look, dude, I haven’t told you about this stuff ‘cuz I didn’t want to worry you. This ‘Master and Pet’ thing has a community.”

“Huh?” Ji interrupts him. “Are we talking like a BDSM club kinda thing?”

Anwir fixes him with an annoyed look. “No. I’m talking about an underground community of sickos who kidnap people like Lance. Abuse them. Keep them as pets, like dogs. They are rich and they are powerful, so they get away with it. And they want Lance back.”

Ji gapes at him, unable to process the entirety of what he’s being told.

“They will do whatever it takes to get their pet back. You are in danger. You both are.” Anwir has never seemed this serious before, and it freaks Ji out.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS BEFORE?!”

“Because it seemed like Lance had lost them! And you don’t have any ties to them, so I didn’t think they’d find you.” Anwir looks at his shoes, guilt showing on his face.

“Why do you even know about all this? Are you... involved?” Ji’s heart is pounding, and he’s scared. Scared that the only person that he’s trusted Lance with has had bad intentions the whole time.

“No dude! I mean, a friend of a friend is, and I ended up doing some odd jobs for the group, but that was before I found out what it is they do.” His face twists up like he might cry. “When you introduced me to Lance, I figured out that he used to be a pet. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, and possibly ruin your and Lance's relationship.”

Ji’s expression softens. “I get it man. I’m not mad. But what am I gonna do?!”

“Well, I have an idea. It seems like they aren’t actually sure that you have Lance. If they did, they’d probably just take him by force. If we hide him for a bit, and you let them check things out here, they’ll think that they had the wrong guy. They’ll go continue their goose chase somewhere else, and you guy’s’ll be safe.” Anwir wrings his hands as he speaks, his tense body emanating anxiety.

“Where would I hide him though?” Ji takes Anwir’s hands in his, massaging the tension out of them.

“I can take him. My parents have a cabin up in the woods that no one ever uses. If I’m careful there won’t be any trail, Lance and I can stay up there until things cool down.” He gives Ji a small smile, clutching his shaking hands tightly.

“You’d do that for us?” Ji’s eyes fill with tears.

“Of course man. Let me pay you back for all the times you’ve patched me up after my stupid bar fights and shit.” Ji pulls him into a hug, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Ji pulls back, both stress and relief contorting his features. “Should I pack him a bag right away?”

“Yeah, we better get this thing rolling. The sooner the better. I’m gonna go make sure Lance is ok. I’m sure he’s been listening.”

“Oh shit. Yeah. You do that, I’ll go pack his bag.”

“Hey, pal. Did you hear us talking?” Anwir squats down next to where Lance is kneeling.

“Yes, Sir.” Lance doesn't make eye contact with him, as per usual.

“Alright, so you understand why you need to come stay with me for a while?” He stands and sits on the couch. His eyes never leaving Lance’s face.

“Yes, Sir.” Lance’s expression doesn’t change, although Anwir thinks that he can sense sadness radiating from him.

“This isn’t you fault, ok?” He gently lays his hand on Lance’s slight shoulder.

“...Yes, Sir.” His eyes well up with tears despite his efforts to be well behaved for his Master’s friend.

“Awww, don’t cry! Ji and I are gonna get this all worked out. Then you two can be all lovey-dovey again in peace.” Anwir chuckles at his teasing, patting Lance’s shoulder.

Ji strides into the room, duffel bag in hand. He kneels down, facing Lance. “I’m really sorry about this, hon. But it’ll just be for a little while, ok?” His tears don’t go unnoticed.

Lance’s face pinches with guilt. “I-I’m so sorry, Master.” He sniffles, tears wetting his cheeks.

Ji pulls Lance into a hug, glaring up at Anwir when he whistles at the display of affection.

“Well... The sooner we’re out of here, the safer we’ll be.” Anwir pats both Ji and Lance on the head and grabs Lance’s bag. Ji presses a loving kiss to Lance’s forehead, and helps him up. The three make their way to Anwir’s car, Ji holding Lance’s hand the entire way.

“Alright, bro. Get rid of any trace of Lance. When they show up, and believe me they will, just let them poke around. They won’t find any evidence of a pet, so they won’t have any reason to fuck with you. I’ll bring him back like a week after they leave, just to be safe. Got it?” Anwir jerks him into a hug before he can even answer.

“Yeah man. I got it. Keep me updated, ok?” Ji turns and pats Lance’s head, giving him a sad smile.

“No worries man. I’ll text you when we get there. And I’ll take good care of him.” Anwir fixes him with a smile as he leads Lance to the passenger side.

Ji waves to them as the car pulls away. Lance timidly waves back. Anwir sticks his entire arm through his window, swinging it like a madman. Ji can’t help but laugh, despite the solemn situation.

Once the car is out of sight, he makes his way inside, ready to scrub away every hint of Lance’s existence.

#whump #well there isn't really whump in this one #just plot #drabble #my writing #ji #lance #anwir

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"Good Girl!"

Monday 20th April 2020

Good afternoon folks! I apologise once again that this post is late because of work ... However i'm back and i'll be talking about last night's episode! How has your week been? Hope you've been able to occupy yourself during this lockdown! I believe that this will be carrying on for another 3 weeks or possibly longer? Who else is looking forward to this being over! I sure am! Anyways, enough of what's going on the world, were here for what's happening in Albert Square of course! Firstly I have little spoiler for you, new pictures have been released of Bobby collapsing on a night out with Dotty and Peter. It is not yet known what causes Bobby to collapse, but it's revealed that he sneaks out to join Peter and Dotty in Ruby's club as his feelings for Dotty begin to grow. After Dotty invites Peter on a night out, Bobby ensures that he too tags along. As the night continues Bobby collapses and suddenly Lola, Peter and Dotty spring into action to make sure Peter's brother is okay. What could've caused Bobby's collapse? With him entering a club full of flashing lights, could he possibly have epilepsy? Or could be something completely different? Only time will tell! I'm really looking forward to this story-line, it could be an interesting one that combines with his feelings towards Dotty. What do you guys think could be the cause of Bobby's collapse?

Anyway, shall we focus on last night's episode, I felt it was a little bit humorous regarding Stuart and Rainie and yet a bit dark where Whitney was concerned. Lets focus on Iqra and Ash to begin with. After what happened at Vinny's party, Iqra is clearly still reeling over the events and how Ash treated her and how she dealt with the situation. I do think Iqra and Ash make a lovely couple, they seem to really suit one another, although we know Ash is due to show a dark side to her character ... how is this going to affect their relationship? Could Iqra potentially be in danger? Ash told Iqra that she loved her, and vice versa, but I'm guessing Ash only realised it after they way her Mum spoke about her in the way she did. I've said it from the beginning but I don't like Suki, I feel as if she has it in for Iqra, she doesn't like her for some unknown reason and she's trying to perhaps spoil her daughter's relationship? Ash mentioned that Iqra loves her and values more than anyone in her "Twisted" family ... what is it that makes them so twisted? Something dark has definitely happened in their past and soon I believe we will know what! I'm looking forward to seeing what dark twists happen with the Panesar family, it's been a long time since EastEnders has had a family brought to the square with a dark past! What do you think it could be? Where do you think this storyline is going to go? Especially with Ash and Suki! I'm feeling pretty excited about this one!

Okay, so Keegan is still struggling after finding out that both he and Tiffany are being evicted, he's still angry at the police for arresting him for something he didn't do! I feel Tiffany is trying her best to support her husband, but she also has Whitney to worry about and I feel Keegan isn't supporting his wife as she's supporting him. Know what I mean? Keegan is so caught up in his troubles that he's not really showing his wife any support. I think Keegan and Tiffany are in a very difficult situation right now, and with the way they are both acting, it's going to take a toll on their marriage before it's even begun. I feel sorry for the young couple, Keegan hasn't had it easy, trying to get his business up and running while being harassed by police and treated poorly to the extent that he believes it's because of the colour of his skin. Tiffany on the other hand has been trying to look out for Whitney, as well as trying to be there for her husband, she's doing everything she can to help and support Keegan but I feel small cracks are beginning to show. The way he kicked off was, I think was the tip of the iceberg for him, it was inevitable with everything and everyone getting on top of him. What's going to happen with Keegan and the police? Will Jack allow them to stay with him? But most importantly, will Keegan and Tiffany be able to get through this and could there be some light at end of the tunnel for them?! What do you guys think is next in store for the young couple?

Can we just focus on Stuart and Rainie now please! I have to be honest, I have loved these two since day 1! They make a fantastic couple, their personalities just gel incredibly well together. They have both been seen as the worst of the worst by their family, friends and a few residents of the Square. Neither of them have a brilliant reputation, but I love the way that they have been brought together and found happiness with one another. Stuart's proposal was hilarious ... a little bizarre, but hilarious! It's what we need at this moment in time, a little bit of humour! I'm so happy that they're no engaged to get married, although Callum did bring up a good point, will Max give Rainie the divorce she needs so she can marry Stuart?! I mean, she hasn't been involved with Max for quite a long time now, so why would he have the need to deny her the divorce? I'm hoping Rainie and Stuart can find a happy ending together, I think, regardless of their past, they both deserve some happiness and a happy ending. Don't you agree?

Right, so the main focus of the episode was Whitney, who has now become the target of online trolls after Michaela posted up stuff about her murdering Leo. I feel Sonia was only trying to do the right thing and protect her by taking her phone so she couldn't see it, but in time, she was going to find out, whether it be from someone else or until she saw it herself. Being trolled online is horrible thing to endure, it can affect people mentally and emotionally. Whitney is clearly still feeling vulnerable, and being targeted in such a way is just an awful thing for her to go through, it's just another thing that she can't take control of, another person of the same family is torturing her! However, I loved the chat she shared with Max, it's quite rare we see these two characters share a scene together, but Max will possibly be able to help her in some way. Fans will remember Max was sent to prison for something he didn't do, he was accused of killing Lucy, which he was not guilty of! Whitney did, on the other hand, stabbed Leo ... but it was in self defence! Max was right in telling her that she's strong and she needs to fight, she has so many people in her corner and willing her to win this war against Leo and Tony, only she has to take the stand and be strong and face it head on. At the end of the episode, we saw her grab her passport, is she planning on running away? I hope not, as it'll only make the situation worse for her! It'll make the police believe she is guilty and she'll definitely be put behind bars. Will Gray be able to help her though this? Can he stop Michaela from harassing Whitney? I feel sorry for Whitney, I really hope she'll be able to fight this and in time, Leo and Tony will be seen as the psycho, sickos that they really are!

I hope you've enjoyed reading my post, I know there is a lot happening at the moment. I just want to thank you all for being incredibly patient with me. I'll be following up tonight's episode tomorrow. Please feel free to message me anytime about anything EastEnders related, I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments! Keep safe everyone, look after yourself! Enjoy the rest of your day! xXx

#eastenders #whitneydean #stuarthighway #rainiecross #keeganbaker #tiffanybutcher #ashpanesar #iqraahmed #bobbybeale #dottycotton #spoilers

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