#when you're a criminal and your boyfriend's a cop

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Your Savior

Pairing: Cop!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: angst, being taken hostage at gunpoint, fearful of your life

Request by @jessicalynnann: What about cop/detective dean and him and the reader are in an established relationship and she owns a cute little bakery… well what if something happens like she gets attacked but doesn’t tell him and he finds out and is upset but comforts her… 

Summary: You have a little bakery that is your pride and joy and a boyfriend on the police force who you're so proud of. He doesn't have a lot of dangerous cases until one day, three gunmen decide to take a bank hostage. A bank that is a couple of blocks from your bakery.

Square Filled: criminal au (2022) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You have to bake two dozen cupcakes, a two-tier cake, and a half dozen cookies before the end of the day and you’re working as hard as you can to get that done. You have flour on your apron and face, quiet music is playing from your speaker, and you have your hands elbow-deep in a bowl of batter.

The bell on the front door rings signalling someone walked into your bakery store, and you try to peek out of the room to see who it is.

“I’ll be right with you!” you call out. “Give me one minute!” The person doesn’t wait for you to come out to them so they walk into the kitchen. You’re about to yell at them when you see who it is. “Dean!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grins.

Dean is a respected cop that everyone knows. He has been on the force since eighteen, and he’s only gone up from there. He walks behind the counter and kisses you even though some of the flour gets on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, I can’t stop by my girlfriend’s bakery?” You raise an eyebrow at him and he laughs. “No, I just wanted to say hi on my break.”

“Hi,” you smile. “Today has been hectic and I haven’t been open for nearly an hour. I just got this big order in for a birthday party this weekend. I’m trying to get as much as I can done so I don’t have to do it later.”

“Where’s Maria?”

“Coming in late. She has a sick kid at home, and her husband won’t be able to pick him up until after ten.”

“I was going to take you out for lunch but I can come here.”

“No, Maria can hold down the fort for an hour. I’d love to go out to lunch with you.”

“Okay.” He grabs one of the fresh muffins you made and takes out a ten dollar bill which he sets on the counter. “I’ll be back at twelve.”

“Hey, I don’t need your money.”

“It’s stealing. I’m a cop. I uphold the law,” he grins. He leans down and kisses you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

Right before Maria shows up, your bakery filled with customers who are hungry for your sweets. With her at the register, you can focus on the big order which you’re almost done making the batter for. This whole bakery idea is all because of Dean. When you two were in high school, he encouraged you to continue bake. The school held a bunch of bake-offs which you participated in, and everyone fell in love with your food.

Starting junior year of high school, you started selling your baked goods for cheap until you got orders from practically everyone. His family owned a section of a building in the mall for their seasonal work, so they let you use it when they weren't. When Dean became a cop, you made cookies and cupcakes for all the officers in the office.

Being a cop is something you wished Dean didn’t pursue because it’s a very dangerous job, and you’re always worried that he’s not going to come home. He’s mostly a beat cop who does a lot of desk work and will occasionally do the big things like drug busts and hostage situations but those are far in between.

You don’t like it but you know he’s the best person for the job. He’s determined, he loves helping people who can’t help themselves, and he has a passion for the job. Just like you.

Noon comes faster than you think it does, and you start to clean your work space so that when  you return from lunch, you can start with a clean area. Dean walks in through the front door just as you’re finishing up.

“Y/N, Dean is here,” Maria calls from the front.

“Coming!” You put the dirty rags in the small hamper and take off your dirty apron. There is some flour on your clothes but not enough to cause you to not go out in public. That’s the reality of being a baker. You have flour on everything you wear. “Where are we going?”

“Razzio’s.”

“Italian food. Yum,” you giggle. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Have fun!” Maria smiles.

Razzio’s is located in the same block as your bakery so you two walk over there. The owner knows Dean from when he stopped a robbery fromt aking place, so now he gets free meals and discounts when he comes in. Dean still pays full price for the food even though Razzio doesn’t always take it.

“Dean! Welcome in!” Razzio greets.

“Hey, Raz. Got a table for me?”

“Of course. Window okay?”

“Perfect.”

Dean likes to try everything on the menu so he has Razzio cook him up something new every week without ordering, and every week, you end up loving what he brings to the table. It’s not unusual for Razzio not to lay menus down for you.

“So, I was thinking this weekend, we can take some time off,” Dean says.

“Like a getaway?”

“Yeah. My family has a cabin up north that I’d love to take you to.”

“It will be nice to relax instead of worrying about what orders I need to prepare for next week.”

“See? Win-win.”

“You’re a dork,” you giggle and kiss him.

Razzio is perfect like always, and you walked away with a free meal. What Razzio doesn’t take, Dean leaves as a tip for him. You walk back to your bakery hand-in-hand with a full stomach and a happy heart. You reach his police car when the radio he has strapped to his shoulder crackles to life.

“Unit 27, I got a 10-31 in progress. All three subjects appear to be armed. Please respond.”

10-31. You’ve been with Dean long enough to know that it’s a robbery. Subjects being armed means they have guns.

Dean grabs the small radio and presses the button to respond back.

“Unit 27 responding.” He turns to you. “I gotta go.”

“Please be careful.”

“Always,” he winks.

He kisses you goodbye and hops into his police cruiser. You watch him peel out of the parking lot before going back inside. It seems like not a lot of people have come in while you were gone so nothing bad happened. You resume your baking in the kitchen and slide in two batches of cupcakes into the oven when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Something isn’t right.

You walk carefully to the closed kitchen door and peer out of the small window to see three men with big guns inside the store. Maria and the other customers huddle together in fear. Are these the three subjects the same ones that the dispatcher was warning Dean about? How did they escape? Why did they come here? Are they looking to steal some food?

You take your phone out and dial Dean’s personal cell and place it to your ear. Pick up, Dean, pick up. Come on, pick up. You get his voicemail because he’s probably busy with the situation he got called away on.

“Dean, I need you here. There are three men with big guns in the bakery. Please hurry. They might be--”

“Hey!”

You look up and lock eyes with one of the suspects. You quickly hang up and duck down but he has already seen you. The man storms into the kitchen and grabs your arm tightly. You’re thrown off balance that your phone is dropped when he drags you out where everyone else is. You don’t struggle to get away in fear of being shot and let them tie you up.

“Are you the owner?” the leader asks. You nod because you have tape over your mouth. “Where’s the money?” You shake your head and he cocks his weapon. “Where’s the fucking money?!”

You mumble something underneath the tape, and one of the them rips it off you.

“Fuck,” you hiss at the pain. “I don’t have a lot of money. You’re wasting your time here.”

“No, you see, I know you have money. I see you leave this store every day with a bag full of it. Where is it?”

“Not here.”

Like hell you’re going to tell them there is a big safe hidden behind a picture frame in the abc with a bunch of cash stored there. You have most of the cash in the bank but you keep a chunk of it here for emergencies only. You’re not going to give them your hard earned money.

“Okay.” The leader points his gun at you and Maria cries where she sits. “You have until the count of three to tell me where the money is or I blow your fucking head off. Deal?”

The fear has sunk in and you start crying not only for you but for everyone else here. MAria is such a good mother and wife, she doesn’t deserve to be killed. Every customer in here has a life, someone they go home to. You cna’t do that to them. You have no idea if Dean got your message so you can’t rely on him to be here and save you.

“One.”

You look up to answer when you spot someone moving behind him. You look and see Dean’s beautiful green eyes looking into yours. He has four other cops with him that snuck in through the back.

“Two.”

He puts a finger to his mouth to tell you to keep quiet, and you look back at the man who is threatening you with a gun.

“Thr--”

“Wait! I’ll tell you!” you gasp.

“I’m waiting.”

“Okay. If I tell you, you let them go. They have nothing to do with this,” you gesture to the other hostages.

“We’ll see. Where’s the fucking money?”

You look behind the three gunmen and notice Dean and the other cops come out quietly with their guns out.

“Right behind you.”

The leader turns right into the barrel of Dean’s gun. He goes to raise his own to fight but notices the other four cops with guns on them. They are outnumbered and they don’t want to die.

“Man, you three were hard to catch. Why’d you come here?” Dean chuckles. “Lower your weapons. All of you. Turn around with hands behind your backs.”

The three men do as they’re told, and three officers put them in handcuffs. Another ones goes over to the hostages and starts to get the out of their ties while Dean rushes over to you.

“Oh, my God, Dean,” you cry.

“I’m right here, baby. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” Once free, you get up and run into his arms. You break down crying and he smoothes down your hair in comfort. “I’m right here. You’re okay now.”

One of the cops calls for backup so that the gunmen are taken away in three separate cars. Paramedics come to check everyone out, and the money that the gunmen took is being processed to return back to its owners.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. They didn’t hurt us. Well, one of them grabbed my arm hard but I don’t think it’s enough to form a bruise. I didn’t think you got my message. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I will always come. I will always be here to protect you,” he promises.

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Running Out of Time (Maggie Sawyer x Danver!Reader)

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Anonymous asked:

hi if you still write for maggie sawyer, would write a fic about the episode Alex gets kidnapped but it's r instead of Alex thanks

"You don't have to hurt anyone," a police officer says into her phone. A line of police cars is lined up outside a bank. "No one is making you do this. You're choosing to do this. You and your friend chose to go into that bank. You chose to take those people hostage. But you know what? You can choose to put your guns down. You can choose to let those people go. You can choose not to hurt anyone."

"Look up!" a man yells. "Up in the sky!"

There is a sound of glass smashing and the crowd behind Detective Maggie Sawyer.

"Hey, not even Pretty Boy Floyd got to meet Supergirl," Kara Danvers says, hauling two of the goons out of the bank. "It'll be a fun story to tell your roommates in jail!"

Maggie walks up to Kara, tucking her phone into her back pocket. "Supergirl . . ." Maggie says and Kara rests her hands on her hips, exhaling sharply. "I almost had him . . . "

"And I got you over the finish line!" Kara says brightly. "And just in time for dinner. I'll see you later."

. . .

The smoke alarm beeps and (Y/n) Danvers waves a towel around. "Thanks," her older sister says, handing the delivery man a twenty.

"(Y/n), the first time I tried to microwave macaroni and cheese," Mon-El says, "they had to evacuate three city blocks."

(Y/n) glances amusedly at her older sister's boyfriend.

"That's an exaggeration, but Ihave seen less terrifying nuclearing explosions.

"Well, I like pizza better than paella anyway," Maggie says, opening a box of pepperoni, glancing affectionately at (Y/n).

"Yes, me too," (Y/n) agrees.

Kara opens a box of Hawaiian pizza. "I love ham and pineapple!"

"Thank you. It totally shouldn't work, but it totally does," Mon-El agrees with Kara. "How's my girlfriend, guys, huh?"

Kara chuckles. "What?"

"Bank robbers, zero," Mon-El talks through a mouthful of pizza. "Supergirl, two. What do you even need cops for in this city?" he chuckles.

A dangerous look lights in Maggie's eyes, and Alex and her girlfriend Lena exchange a glance.

"He's from a different planet," (Y/n) says, resting a hand on Maggie's knee. "He doesn't even know what he's saying."

"No, he's right," Maggie says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why bother trying to talk a guy down when Supergirl can just swoop right in and force him down?" she looks over at Kara. "Seventeen hours of 'What do you want, how can I help you?' good old-fashioned hostage negotiation wasted."

"You're not upset that I caught the bad guys and got everyone out safely, are you?" Kara chuckles, pushing her glasses back up onto her face. No, Kara didn't have to wear her glasses, everyone - even Lena knew because Alex did not want to start her relationship off with the Luthor on a lie.

"I would've gotten them to free the hostages," Maggie says.

"Maybe," Kara shrugs. "But they're in jail now, where they can't hurt anyone. That's all that matters."

Lena glances over at (Y/n), whose eyes had widened slightly.

"Unless they use the Supergirl defense," Maggie says, leaning forward.

"The what?" Kara asks.

"It's a think some criminals use to get their charges dropped," Lena offers.

Maggie nods. "It's a perfect storm for a defense attorney. Excessiveforce, evidence contaminated by debris, vigilante justice . . ." Maggie trails off, meeting Kara's gaze.

"'Vigilante justice?'" Kara echoes. "I stand for hope, and help, and compassion! I did what I had to do to get those people out of there."

"I think what Maggie's trying to say is that what you do is amazing when we're up against . . ." (Y/n) begins.

"A giant purple monster or a half-cyborg murderer, sure," Maggie interupts, and (Y/n)'s hand falls to Maggie's knee again. "But, most of the time, police work requires a more delicate touch."

"Delicate?" Kara echoes again.

"Yeah," Maggie replies. "You broke one guy's arm and you gave another one a concussion. And that was after you knocked in the roof of a National City landmark." (Y/n) stops trying to interrupt when Maggie scoffs, "And now, it has a big, Supergirl-sized hole in it."

"A thousand things could've happened from the time of your call to the hostages walking out," Kara says, glaring at Maggie from across the table. "Maybe, yeah, sure, I broke some walls, but I got everyone out of there safely, and that is a win."

"Well, you should've asked. But you never look before you leap," Maggie replies, a tight frown spreading across her lips.

"Because I can fly," Kara replies, leaning back in her chair.

"Okay," Maggie scoffs again, looking away. Maggie meets Lena's gaze, and Lena flashes her what seems to be a sisterly glare.

Mon-El clears his throat. "Well, as being something of a superhero myself, I can say that sometimes it's better to punch, than, than to talk."

(Y/n) lets out an inaudible groan, pressing her hand to her forehead, trying to quell her quickly growing headache.

"Sometimes," Kara throws her napkin on her empty plate, "talking is more hurtful than punching. Obviously, I've upset you, Maggie. I'm gonna go."

"No, Kara, don't do that . . ." (Y/n) says, Kara having stood up from the table.

"No, it's fine." Kara says, pushing (Y/n)'s comment aside. "Than/k you. Thanks for dinner."

(Y/n) gets up from the table to follow Kara, Mon-El in front of (Y/n).

"We're gonna go," Alex says, she and Lena also getting up from the table. Alex gives her youngest sister a hug before she and Lena Luthor leave (Y/n) and Maggie's apartment.

(Y/n) turns to face Maggie. "I know you're upset about earlier, but I really . . . " she pauses. "I just really want you and Kara to get along."

"Kara and I get along great," Maggie says, meeting (Y/n)'s tired gaze. "It's Supergirl that I sometimes have trouble with."

"Okay, just keep trying," (Y/n) takes a step forward. "Okay?"

"Okay, for you," Maggie replies. "Wait, where are you going?" she asks as (Y/n) strides towards the door.

"To catch up with Kara and tell her to try too," (Y/n) throws on her jacket. "But she's just as stubborn as you." (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes gleam with affection for a moment.

. . .

"Kara. Hi," Maggie walks up to Kara at Catco.

"Maggie," Kara nods. "Is everything okay?" she asks, the two walking towards Kara's desk.

"Yeah, I was just looking for (Y/n)," Maggie replies, "wondering if she checked in with you."

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks Maggie.

"I did," Maggie replies, "but she left to catch up with you after you left. What, she didn't stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara answers, turning to look at Maggie with a concerned look on her face. "Maybe she went to the DEO?"

Maggie shakes her head, "Alex said she didn't check in last night or report this morning."

"Huh . . ." Kara's eyebrows knit and her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved," Kara shows Maggie her phone, which had (Y/n) as the caller ID. "(Y/n)?" Kara answers the phone.

"Hello, Kara Danvers," a man, definitely not (Y/n), answers.

"Who is this?" Kara asks, stopping in her tracks.

"Well, the real question is, who are you?" the man replies. "Everyone around you thinks you're just a mild-mannered reporter. But I know the truth."

"What do you want?" Kara questions.

"I have your sister," the man replies.

"You're lying," Kara says, terror spiking in her.

"I'm not," Kara's phone vibrates and she pulls her phone from her ear. Maggie comes to stand at Kara's shoulder. The two look down to see the image of the body of a motionless figure lying on the floor of what seems to be a glass box.

"A man named Peter Thompson is serving a life sentence in Albatross Bay Supermax. You will free him within the next thirty-six hours or your precious baby sister will die. And I know you can, because I know . . . You're Supergirl."

. . .

(Y/n) blinks dazedly, weakly raising her head.

Noticing her surroundings, (Y/n) pushes herself to her feet.

"Hello?" she calls.

Electricity buzzes around her, and (Y/n) presses her head to the glass of her enclosure, breathing heavily.

"I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she croaks. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me." (Y/n) glares up into the camera at the corner of the cell. "And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt." (Y/n) totters slightly on weak legs. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now."

Fear spikes in (Y/n) when she looks around the container. Three of the walls and the floor are made of cinder blocks, the ceiling of a chain-length fence, and the front wall made of glass.

. . .

"So, this person who says they've kidnapped (Y/n)," J'oon says, everyone gathered in the main debriefing room of the DEO, "what did he say on the call."

"H-he said he would kill (Y/n)," Kara says, pacing back and forth in front of the round table, "if I didn't break PeterThompson out of Albatross Bay."

Maggie and Alex are leaning heavily against the table. Lena and Winn Schott are standing off to the side, talking in whispers.

"He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl," Kara goes on, and Lena and Winn stop their conversation, their widened eyes falling on Kara. "He's targeting (Y/n) because she's my sister," Kara goes on.

"But why (Y/n)?" Alex questions, straightening herself. "He could've also chosen me. Why go for her?"

"I don't know," Kara replies, shaking her head.

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring (Y/n) home?" Mon-El questions.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon replies.

"But this is (Y/n)," Mon-El faces J'oon.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates," J'oon argues, a pained look in his eyes. "Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants, it doesn't guarantee he'll release her," Maggie says. It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd learned (Y/n) had been kidnapped. "She's his insurance."

"All right, people,let's get to work!" J'oon booms, and everyone scrambles around. He walks over to Winn, who had sat down at his computer. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?" he questions.

"No," Winn shakes his head, "it's been offline since ten'o'clock last night." Winn shakes his head, furiously typing on his keyboard. Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks Lena.

"We're nowhere," Lena plops down into a spare computer. "The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal." Her accent had thickened with her worry for the youngest Danvers.

"You guys listen, we gotta move," Winn turns around to address all the agents.

"All right, let's start with what we know," Alex says, rising from her chair.

J'oon nods, "If this guy knows you're Supergirl, we just that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says. "Who knows your secret?" he questions.

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, Alex, Lois, Lucy, the DEO, James . . ." Kara trails off, trying to think of a few more. "Lillian Luthor," she glances unsteadily at Lena, but Lena meets her gaze steadily.

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with Cadmus?" Lena asks, coming to stand around the table.

"No, I already checked," Winn replies. "There's nothing."

"Then you're asking the wrong question," Maggie supplies, and the others look at her. "We don't know where (Y/n) was taken, we don't have a crime scene, we don't have any physical evidence. They've clearly been planning this for a while. Whoever took (Y/n) is a ghost who doesn't want to be found."

Kara's head rests in her hands. "Then what's the right question?" she questions.

"Who is Peter Thompson and what does he mean to our ghost?" Maggie says, and the others nod.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw and Alex Danvers, FBI. This is Detective Sawyer from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

Maggie throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting Maggie's brown eyes. Maggie takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," Alex says, "being in here all by yourself."

"You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" J'oon questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling Maggie a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers ..." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," Alex says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on her sister's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring Alex and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find (Y/n) faster," Maggie tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at Maggie for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

"Hey, we got something," Lena's voice comes from the speaker.

"What?" Kara asks.

"I scanned the visitor logs for Peter Thompson," Winn's voice comes from the speaker this time, "over the past three years. They're pretty sparse, except for one name that keeps popping up."

"Who?" Kara asks.

"Doesn't matter, it's a fake name," Winn replies. "I pulled some security footage and, baby, I ran that facial recognition software. Thompson has a son."

"But we checked, he doesn't have any relations," Kara replies.

"Well, apparently, there's a lot of family drama," Winn says. "Thompson's name isn't even on the kid's birth certificate. And I only figured this out after I cross-checked the name with the court transcripts. The kid spoke at Thompson's sentencing, and his name is . . . Rick Malverne. He has a house an hour outside the city."

"Malverne. Why does that sound so familiar?" Kara says aloud and Alex stares at her sister.

"He went to high school with us," Alex snaps her fingers.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with (Y/n) projected on them.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "(Y/n)!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"(Y/n)!" Kara croaks. "(Y/n)!"

"Kara, is that you?" (Y/n) calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" (Y/n) places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" (Y/n) asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for (Y/n)."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

. . .

"He looks normal," Winn says, watching as two DEO agents lead Rick Malverne into the interrogation room.

"He was nice in school," Kara says, crossing her arms.

"He used to carry (Y/n)'s bookbag," Alex agrees. Lena raises an eyebrow and Alex shrugs.

"Why is he doing this to her?" Kara wonders aloud.

"I tried reading his mind, but he seems to be blocking me somehow," J'oon says.

"Let me in there," Maggie turns to J'oon. "I can talk to him."

J'oon considers Maggie for a moment before he nods. "All right."

. . .

Maggie sits down in a chair across from Malverne, Kara and Alex framed in the doorway.

"Detective Sawyer," Malverne considers Maggie, leaning forward slightly. "And they say there's never a cop around when you need one."

"So you know me?" Maggie crosses her arms.

"Of course," Malverne smiles, leaning back in his chair. "I took a whole year planning this. Watching (Y/n). Preparing. I know everything.

"How did you know I was Supergirl?" Kara asks, crossing her arms.

"The day at the beach," Malverne replies, meeting Kara's eyes. "Before you started wearing glasses.

"Hey, Rick," a young Alex greets a young Rick Malverne, Kara and (Y/n) standing behind her. (Y/n) was gently explaining things to Kara in a low voice.

"A bunch of us are heading to Swan Beach after school," Rick says, resturing towards the direction of the nearby beach. "You and (Y/n) wanna come?" Rick smiles over at the two year younger (Y/n).

"Back then," Rick says, pulling Kara and Alex from the memory, "I had no idea that (Y/n) would end up playing for the other team, so to speak."

"You're new sister is kinda weird," Rick says, gesturing to a young Kara who was looking up at the sky with wide, amazed eyes. A young (Y/n) rests her hand on Kara's shoulder, looking amused.

"Then there was a crash," Malverne goes on.

Kara charges to a car, pulling a woman and a baby from the burning wreckage.

The rest of the kids run up the hill to see a young woman hugging Kara with one arm and cradling her baby with the other.

"And her older sister walked away without a scratch. People at school said it was adrenaline, but, uh . . . "

"But you didn't believe that," Maggie finishes, meeting Malverne's gaze steadily.

"I saw Kara Danvers do something amazing," Malverne glances over at Kara. "And it stayed with me. I knew Kara was living in National City, and then Supergirl showed up in National City . . ." he chuckles. "I put two and two together. I knew it was you."

"What happened to you?" Alex asks, leaning forward. "I remember when (Y/n) and Alex had the chicken pox, and I was eating lunch by myself. You came and sat with me.

Rick chuckles. "I was fourteen. And I didn't have the nice house or the perfect family you three had." Maggie stands up from her seat.

"You think we had it easy?" Kara asks, unfolding her arms. "You have no idea what either of my sisters sacrificed for me. Or what I was going through!"

Malverne straightens in his seat, fixing his eyes on Kara. "Why, because you had to hide your superpowers? I was hiding bruises! Do you know what it's like to have your mother tell you you're garbage every single night? A belt whenever you had the wrong opinion? And then I found a lifeline. A dad my mom kept from me. And he saved me from her and he moved away from Midvale. And even though he was already struggling, he always made sure there was food on the table and he got me enough money to go to college. And then three years ago, the state took him from me."

"Your father killed two people," Maggie says, leaning against a wall, her arms crossed. "He confessed."

"They had it coming," Malverne replies, leaning back in his seat. "And now I'm gonna rescue him just like he rescued me. Alex shifts uncomfortably, leaving the room without another word. "I can't believe we're still talking about me! You have twenty-four hours and eleven minutes." Kara stiffens as Rick continues, "Come on, Kara, show us some of that rah-rah Midvale Junior High Spirit." Malverne is yelling now. "Free my dad! Or your sister dies."

Kara growls, zooms over, flips the table, and pins Malverne to the wall.

"Oh, you use half this much gusto in springing my dad, you'll have your sister back for game night."

"Kara! We're done here!" Maggie's voice cracks.

Kara lets go of Malverne and the man drops to the ground. "Hey. You know what'll be fun?" he asks. Maggie frowns, an eyebrow raising as she steps back from the man. "Finding out which of the three of you loves her more. "Honestly, I wouldn't know where to place my bet," he sneers and Maggie swallows thickly.

Kara frowns at the man and after a minute, the three women go to leave the room, Maggie pausing for a second.

"Go Stallions," Malverne grins.

Both Kara and Maggie leave the room. "I'm giving him one more minute, then I'm going back in there," Kara says.

"No," Maggie replies.

Alex straightens from where she'd slumped against the doorframe.

"Let him sweat it a little. We got what we wanted," Maggie reasons.

"What?" Kara questions, looking down into Maggie's eyes. "All we know i show he knows my identity."

"We know that Rick's pinned his whole sense of self-worth on Peter Thompson," Maggie says. "Thompson is the key to getting (Y/n) back."

Kara's angry eyes seems to extinguish as she considers Maggie's words.

. . .

An hour or so later, Maggie leads Peter Thompson into Malverne's interrogation room.

"Ricky," Thompson says, walking towards his son.

"Dad," Malverne gets up from his seat.

Thompson pauses before moving to hug his son. "All that time inspiration, I imagined a day when . . . I could talk to you without a pane of glass between us."

"The DEO moved heaven and Earth to free this man," Maggie says. "We did what you wanted. Now, tell us where (Y/n) is."

"No. No, not until my father and I are far from here," Malverne says.

"You think we're stupid?" Maggie questions. "I showed you mine. Your turn."

"So you can toss us in Gitmo?" Thompson asks. "Not gonna happen."

Maggie shakes her head in disbelief.

"Maybe he gives you a piece. A little token of goodwill," Thompson adds. "You gotta give them something, Ricky. That's how it works. Just tell them where she is." Thompson narrows his eyes at his son.

"Well, you really nailed his essence, I'll give you that," Malverne says.

"What?" Maggie asks, stepping forward, her arms crossing.

"I mean, that thing . . ." Malverne says, studying his father's face. "He couldn't decide whether to hug me or not. That's vintage Dad." Malverne sits back down in his metal chair.

"What are you talking about?" Thompson asks, walking up to stand beside the table.

"My father would never be playing these games. He'd be wanting to get the hell away from here and making sure that he never went back to prison," his expression is one of anger. "I've been planning this for a year. Do you really think I didn't prepare for you," Malverne pauses, looking up at Thompson, "Martian?"

Thompson walks over to Maggie and shifts back into himself.

"You're down to twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes," Malverne says as he gazes a Maggie and J'oon. "And counting."

Maggie closes her eyes, pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose.

. . .

(Y/n) looks around her containment module. Her eyes narrow as she looks up at the camera.

(Y/n) pulls off her jacket and belt. She climbs up, pulling the camera off the wall.

"Okay," she breathes, having taken apart the camera.

(Y/n) bites down on the end of her belt, snaps a card from her wallet, and pulling down the shoulder of her shirt. She whimpers as she digs the sharp end of the card into her shoulder. (Y/n)'s teeth bare down on the belt, her chest heaving as she finally pulls her tracker from out of her shoulder.

(Y/n) spits out the belt, her chest heaving. "That sucked," (Y/n) grumbles, blinking back her tears. She connects her tracker to the camera after pulling out a few wires.

. . .

"I just got a software update request from one of our trackers," an agent says, peering at the computer screen. "System's not recognizing the IP address."

"She's a little genius!" Winn says. Winn runs down the hall. "Guys! We found (Y/n). I found her."

Kara - who is standing with Mon-El, Alex, and Lena - turns to face Winn. "You did?" Kara asks frantically.

"We got a ping from her subdermal tracker," Winn explains. "She's not far!"

Kara runs over to the door where she finds Maggie sitting at the table across from Malverne.

"Maggie. Winn found (Y/n)," Kara says, and Maggie turns to look at Kara. Alex is framed in the doorway, her eyes wide with hope.

"What? How?" Maggie asks, getting up from her chair.

"I guess you underestimated my sister," Kara says, glaring at Malverne. "Let's go," Kara turns and marches towards the door.

Maggie pauses, turning to study Malverne.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Malverne says, his gaze flicking between the Danvers' sisters and Maggie.

"You're delusional," Kara turns to face Malverne. "The second we get back here with (Y/n), you're going to prison with your dad."

Malverne shrugs, looking at the table in front of him. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Kara strides the room, but Alex and Maggie study Malverne.

Maggie and Alex runs out of the room. "Watch him," Maggie tells the guard as she runs past him after Kara. "Hey, stop," Maggie tells Kara. "Malverne still thinks he's in control," she tells her.

Kara turns, looking highly annoyed with Maggie at this point.

"He's not acting like someone who just lost," Alex adds. "He didn't even flinch. It's like he expected this."

"No, no, no, we are not listening to that psycho," Kara says, walking closer to the two. "Every minute we wait for matters."

"I - I want to get her as badly as you do," Maggie retorts, "but we can't punch our way out of this. We've got to get this right."

"If the shoe were on the other foot, (Y/n) would already be out the door. I'm not waiting," Kara argues.

"You're not the only one who cares about her!" Maggie says, her voice rising.

"I'm going!" Kara yells over her shoulder as she strides out of the DEO, Alex running after her.

Maggie swallows thickly and looks at the ground.

. . .

Alex and Kara smash through the roof of a warehouse, and (Y/n) hears the thump on the ground. Kara lets go of Alex's arm.

(Y/n) scrambles to her feet. "Kara! Alex!" she shouts.

"(Y/n)!" both the sisters yell.

"I'm down here!"

Kara runs over, pulling a sheet of metal off the floor.

(Y/n) hears the noise and looks around hopefully, but she doesn't see anyone coming to her aid.

All Kara and Alex see is a laptop and a countdown clock. The words, NOW YOU HAVE FOUR is spray-painted onto the wall.

"Four? What . . ." Kara asks, but there is a rapid beeping from the clock and the time now reads 4:00:00.

There is a grinding noise, and water begins spraying in from one of the pipes.

The twoolders Danvers' sisters watch, terrified as their sister looks frantically around.

(Y/n) grabs her jacket from the floor and presses it to the pipe, hoping to stop the flow of the water.

. . .

Kara and Alex march through the door of the interrogation room, Kara's fists balled. Alex sets the laptop on the table, opening it and turning it towards Malverne.

"Where is she?" Kara crosses her arms.

Malverne shrugs. "I told you not to go down there . . ."

"Tell us where she is," Alex slams a fist on the table.

"I gave you thirty-six hours to break my father out of prison," Malverne relaxes in his chair. "But you didn't listen. So now, that room is gonna fill up with water in less than four hours. I think it's time you got moving."

Kara's lip quivers. "Let me talk to (Y/n)."

Rick leans forward and presses a few of the keys and there is a beep.

Kara turns the laptop around and leans down to talk to her sister through the computer.

"(Y/n)," Kara says, her voice quavering.

"Kara! Alex! I sent out a signal, I thought you were coming," (Y/n) says, the water up to her waist now.

"He re-routed the IP address. He sent us somewhere else. Do you have any idea where you are?" Alex asks, her eyes wide with worry.

"I was unconscious. I could be hours away or I could be in the city," (Y/n) replies, a frown spreading across her face. "I don't know." Despite how far (Y/n) was away from the camera, both Kara and Alex can see the fear on their little sister's face.

Rick leans forward. "(Y/n), it's Rick. I don't want to hurt you. I keep on telling your sisters that. Tell them to get my father, and this can all be over. You can come home and get dry."

"No. Alex. Kara. No," (Y/n) says, pointing at the camera. "You do not give that terrorist what he wants. You cannot let yourselves be blackmailed. You cannot open yourselves up to that, ever. Do you understand me? You're both better than me." Again, despite her words, her widened eyes display her fear and worry.

Maggie enters the room and, seeing (Y/n) on the screen, runs over. "(Y/n)!"

"Maggie!" (Y/n) calls.

"I'm right here," Maggie replies, her tone softening.

"Maggie, I need to speak to you alone," (Y/n) says, and Maggie immediately grabs the laptop and walks out of the room, cradling the laptop to her chest for a moment.

"Honey, everyone here is working hard and we're going to find you," Maggie says and her voice cracks. She sits down on the floor, her back against a wall.

"The water is rising fast and there are things that I need to say," (Y/n) says, looking up into the camera, her eyes softening as though she really was meeting her girlfriend's gaze.

"No," Maggie's voice cracks. "Don't start talking like this is the end."

"I don't want it to be, but in the case that it is . . ."

"It's not!" Maggie cuts her girlfriend off. "You're a badass, Danvers. And you're gonna figure out a way to get yourself out of there or you're gonna hold on until I find you." Maggie's voice quavers.

"Maggie, listen to me, please," (Y/n) tries again.

"No," Maggie interrupts, tears welling in her eyes. "W-we just started t-this, you and me, and i-it's not g-going to end. Not today. Not for a long time. We just had our first Valentine's Day and I wanna do more with you. I-I want more firsts." (Y/n) looks up into the camera again and she doesn't worry about wiping her tears. "I want to have a first vacation. We haven't even argued about where we're gonna go yet or how to load the dishwasher. Or what to name our first dog. Do you want to get a dog? A cat? Both?" The tears are falling freely down both women's faces now.

(Y/n) smiles slightly. "Both? Let's name the dog Gertrude." Her eyes sparkle with amusement.

"See," Maggie smiles, her expression watery, "there's a lifetime of firsts that we're going to do together. So, you hold on, okay? Hold on until I get to you. Promise. Promise me!"

"I . . ." (Y/n) starts but the video cuts off.

"What?" Maggie says, typing furiously on the keyboard. "(Y/n)!" Maggie, frustrated, throws the laptop to the ground.

"What happened?" Kara runs over where Maggie is sitting.

This distraught woman stands up. "I t-told you not to rush in. Now you've made things worse."

"I did what I thought was right," Kara retorts.

Alex, Lena, Winn, and Mon-El run into the hallway.

"I should have been heard," Maggie goes on, not noticing that the others had appeared. "I should have been listened to. I'm her girlfriend."

"I'm her sister," Kara snarls in return.

"And you think that trumps me?" Maggie questions, taking a step forward. "That you know what's right for her. I . . . I got her to be herself, Kara. I-I have j-just as much to lose as you. You should've listened to me."

Maggie turns around and storms away.

. . .

There is a beep as Maggie enters Malverne's interrogation room.

Malverne straightens, studying Maggie closely.

Maggie sits down at the other side of the table, crossing her arms and resting her elbows on the table.

"Under two hours," Malverne says, leaning back in his chair. "The clock is ticking fast," he comments.

"I know," Maggie replies, leaning forward in her chair. "And if it ticks down completely, we both lose. And I don't think you want to lose."

A ghost of a smile spreads across Malverne's face, "Neither do you." Malverne pauses. "I was wrong about Kara," he says. "She's too much of a Girl Scout to do what needs to be done. I misjudged her. Alex," he shrugs, "she can't do anything with Kara in her way. I may have discounted you. You're a cop. You could just walk into that prison and break my father free if you wanted to. You care for her."

Maggie simply blinks.

"I've seen that," Malverne goes on.

"Stalking us," Maggie says, leaning forward a bit more.

"The way you look at her," Malverne says, his expression softening a little. "The way your hand touches her hand when you're walking down the street."

Maggie's eyes water and she bites her bottom lip and looks down at the tabletop.

"Love can make people do things that they don't normally do," Malverne goes on. "So please, help us bring home the people we love.

. . .

(Y/n) could no longer touch the floor of her containment module, as so much water had flooded into it.

(Y/n) holds her breath, diving to the bottom to grab her belt.

She lets out a strangled yell as she tries to close the valve with the belt.

Her chest heaving, (Y/n) resurfaces, greedily gulping in air.

Wrapping the belt around her hand, she dives down and punches at the glass, trying to get it to break.

Getting desperate, (Y/n) pulls off her cargo pants, leaving her in a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers.

Resurfacing again, (Y/n) uses the space left to tie the legs of her pants and fills the other end with air.

(Y/n) puts the makeshift life-vest over her head.

. . .

"Please tell me you have something," Alex says, emotion surging over her.

"We've literally tried everything, all right?" Winn says, his hair disheveled from the continuous motion of running his hands through it. "I've checked family holdings, bank accounts, call logs from the prison . . . There's nothing."

Alex lets out a suppressed sob, resting her head in her hands.

"I'm gonna talk to Maggie and see if she's got anything else out of him.

Kara looks at the computer monitor projecting the camera looking into Malverne's room, but (Y/n) isn't there.

"Where . . . where's Maggie?" Kara asks, and Winn and Mon-El turn to look at the screen.

. . .

Maggie glances around the corner of the prison wall but stops when she hears the guard's keys jingling together. She waits until the guard walks through a set of double doors to moves. She strides up to one of the metal pipes and places a projector in front of a camera so that the guards watching the cameras wouldn't see what she is about to do.

Maggie jogs through the projection, her face set in determined lines.

She blows the lock on Peter Thompson's door. "What the hell are you doing?" Thompson asks as Maggie grabs his upper arm.

"Taking you to your son," Maggie's voice cracks.

Maggie lifts (Y/n)'s raygun and shoots two cameras as she makes her way through the prison.

"Nice gun," Thompson comments.

"It's my girlfriend's," Maggie says shortly, pushing Thompson forward.

"Maggie, you know (Y/n) wouldn't want you to do this," Kara says in her Supergirl uniform.

"All I care about is getting her back alive," Maggie says, her eyes burning. "You were right, sometimes words don't work."

"Sometimes punching doesn't either," Kara counters. "She just came from your son. She was with him all day, trying to turn him," Thompson turns to look at Maggie, "make him understand. You know what kind of words your son's been using? Words like 'rescue' and 'love.' He says he wants to rescue you, like you rescued him," Kara steps forward, her arms crossed across her chest. But if he kills (Y/n) Danvers, he'll never be rescued. He'll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And that'll be his hell," Kara's voice softens. "Now, you've done a lot of bad things in your life, but you've done one thing you can be proud of. You were a father. A good one. You were there for your son during the toughest time of his life and that's what you need to do again now. If he kills her, you will have failed at the one good thing you've done with your life. Be a father now."

A timer beeps on Maggie's phone, and fear strikes through her. "She's out of time."

"Please, is there anywhere he would have taken her?" Kara asks.

"There's one place," Thompson says.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, and Kara open the garage door of the storage facility and they run in, Maggie freezing with horror at the sight of her girlfriend in the glass chamber.

Kara speeds over and puts a fist through the glass and all the water - as well as (Y/n) - flow through the hole in the glass.

(Y/n) coughs up water as she rolls onto her side.

"Thank God," Maggie says, pulling (Y/n)'s head into her lap. "She's okay. She's alright."

Maggie lifts (Y/n) head up as she chokes on the water, coughing it up. Maggie rests her chin on (Y/n)'s head, before pressing a few kisses to the same spot. (Y/n) grabs Maggie's hand and squeezes it weakly.

"You held on," Kara says, pressing her hands to her sister's pale cheeks; Alex grabs (Y/n)'s other hand,

"I-I h-eld on," (Y/n) stammers. Then she looks up into Maggie's eyes, which are soft with affection.

Maggie cradles (Y/n) head and presses her lips to her girlfriend's forehead.

. . .

The four women return to the DEO, (Y/n) asleep in the MedBay while Maggie stares out the window, relaxed by the soft patter of the rain and her girlfriend safe.

"Hey, you," (Y/n) says hoarsely and Maggie turns, relief evident on her face. "You okay?" she rasps.

A look of disbelief spreads across Maggie's face. "Am I okay?" (Y/n) asks softly, settling down in a chair and taking (Y/n)'s hands in her own, a look of tender affection on her face. "Are you kidding? That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing with your pants. What was that?" Maggie smiles and (Y/n) laughs weakly.

"Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds," (Y/n) says, and a tear trails down her cheek. "I knew you were going to come."

Maggie' gaze softens.

"You didn't let me finish before, but I, um . . ." (Y/n) pauses.

"What?" Maggie murmurs.

"I just really have to say it now," (Y/n) continues.

"(Y/n) . . ."

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/n) says as she sits up, Maggie shooting out a hand to help. Maggie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns to gaze deeply into (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. "Those firsts that you talked about . . ." (Y/n) says, her voice a whisper because of how close her face is to Maggie's. Maggie nods, a soft smile on her face. "I want to have them all with you." (Y/n)'s eyes get watery. "I never want to stop having firsts with you. I love you, Maggie Sawyer.

"I love you, (Y/n) Danvers," Maggie murmurs, her eyes still watery.

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[just-an-enby-lemon]

Imagine being a gothamite, is easier than you think. You live in a dirty city, strugling to pay rent, the cops are corrupt, the goverment doesn't care and your best shot is that the elites will pity you and choose you as one of their tax laid off causes, someone you went to school with works from the organized crime now, another one is addicted to drugs, one of your college friends died in an accident and people use fake old phones to go to buses so if they play right they won't lose their main phone when they are stoled. You can't afford therapy and you don't know if it would help when everyone is a bit uncaring and dark.

Your co-worker uncle's therapist was Scarecrow and somehow actually helped him but you boss boyfriend is in the hospital for the same reason but with fear toxin. You're half sure you made your comp sci project with Riddler in college all those years ago and that you kissed Catwoman at a party and that the guy on Tinder might be Music Meister. And you think is weird how you met the devil but he didn't want your soul he only wanted to borrow your bike awhile. Of how all this rogues are just people and how this city is just breaking everyone. How life is

And you have Batman and Robin and a dozen other heros beating criminals around, you don't think it's the best aproach. And at times you're skepticall about them because they appear to not see how that won't really solve things. But they also rescue people and solve cases the police ignores and sometimes you can manage a bit of hope.

#gotham city #only in gotham #second person fic

[hamsterclaw]

Jungkook Masterlist

All my Jungkook writing is smutty and 🔞. Flirty fuckboi JK is my fave trope.

Bike Cage office workers! JK x reader, boss Yoongi

Jungkook and you fucked at the office Christmas party two years ago. You're not sure why he's going out of his way to reconnect with you now.

Sketchy mechanic! JK x reader, ft gangster Tae

Jungkook and you got out of your previous lives, together. Your ex-boyfriend wants your help, and he’s trying to pull you back into the life you left behind. Featuring Taehyung.

Castaway - desert island AU

When your charter plane crashes on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, you're the only survivor. Well, you and the most irritating man in the known universe.

Foundation doctor! Jungkook x doctor! reader ft Yoongi

You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi. Also read Louche, a drabble.

Poster Boy doctors JK x reader x Yoongi

You, Jungkook and Yoongi liven up the most boring conference in the world.

Benny doctor! JK x doctor! reader. My secret fave JK.

Jungkook drives you crazy. You aren't sure how you're going to survive the next few months working with him without doing him bodily harm. Featuring gorgeous paediatrician Yoongi.

Soft police detective JK. Part of the Rage AU.

Jungkook doesn't think of himself as being overly emotional. Why does everyone keep telling him he wears his heart on his sleeve?

Criminal lawyer JK x police detective reader

You are investigating a murder with your partner, and the things that you uncover hit uncomfortably close to home. Featuring Taehyung.

Tag graffiti artist JK x reader

You first met Jungkook years ago, when you were a rookie cop and he was brought in for defacing public property. Now he's an established artist, and a chance encounter brings you together again.

Spin idol! JK x manager! reader

You were part of Jungkook's management team, you know better than most the restrictions and rules he has to live his public life by. If only he wasn't so damn irresistible.

Lush gaming CEO JK x reader. Part of the Gemini AU

Jungkook's built his company from nothing, and he's damn well going to sit back and enjoy the spoils.

Double Team Seokjin x reader x Jungkook

You, Jin and Jungkook solve problems for the city's elite, albeit via unconventional means.

Politico staffers JK and reader

You and Jungkook are staffers in the office of the Secretary of State. He's cut-throat, sneaky, and goddamn it, everything you love about politics in one irresistible package. Featuring Namjoon, Yoongi and a Jimin cameo.

Afterburner fighter pilots Jungkook x reader

All Jungkook's ever wanted to do is fly, and he's damned good at it. Then you turn up, and get under his skin.

Legend selkie JK x reader

The man you help one day insists he owes you everything.

Pow

Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hurling another enrichment pumpkin at you : any thoughts on how Secrets handles its sociopolitical themes? I haven't had the chance to check the podcast out personally so far but from what I've seen on tumblr it seems to take a much less vague approach to those themes than even Unburied did, and considering how multiple people mentioned that the podcast seems a bit rushed, do you think that affected the handling of this too?

one of the things I did really like was removing any ambiguity as to whether or not we're supposed to interpret this version of the Riddler as a Muslim Indian man, and I think it's fair to assume that by extension that this cements Bruce and Barbara as Black and Latina, respectively. I don't think any of those were really controversial opinions, especially per the fandom I see on our glorious hellsite, but the conformation is cool!

I think exploring the way that Eddie's status as a brown man would contribute to his sense of disenfranchisement and resentment for Society is interesting for sure. it's also used to enable some like... COMPELLING bastard behavior that's very specific to him as a man of color, namely misleading the GCPD to arrest some entirely unrelated Indian man that they can't tell apart from Eddie, and the bit where he's having his little tantrum re: his sister's social climbing and insinuates that she probably has a white husband/boyfriend, which is a thing Asian women are FREQUENTLY attacked for in Asian incel communities. interesting move, I applaud.

I was less impressed by how the series handled its humanization of criminals and incarcerated individuals, which I wrote about a lot on this post about the depiction of Azrael. idk, I like that the rogues look out for each other and we get to see the horrors of realizing that you're so dehumanized by society that your vicious murder becomes a meme, that's a perspective on Gotham's rogues that I feel we don't get a lot! but the series seemed to waffle pretty hard on its own stance on this, Batman seems to be operating a pretty different wavelength than he was at the end of Unburied (he's soooo much more of a cop), and I also genuinely don't know what to do with the reveal that this version of King Tut was running a sex cult, especially since literally the only person who criticized him for that was. you know. also responsible for several brutal murders.

at risk of harping on this too much it feels very strange that a series would be so invested in the humanity of villains and then also have an actual antagonist who's as one note as Azrael is made out to be and gets offed with so little fanfare. the series' other big issue seems to be coming down hard on the side of "we hate violent Christian fundamentalists, they're Bad" and like. yeah, I agree, and that obviously ties in very closely with exploring racism and Islamaphobia that the Riddler has grown up experiencing, but as I said in the other post it's also uuuuuh very weird to make Jean-Paul the narrative scapegoat for far right fundie Christians when, in the comics, that's not his bag at all. he's a dangerous and careless Batman, sure, but he's also very much a victim of the Order of St. Dumas, and it feels like both a sloppy use of the character and a WILDLY missed opportunity to explore the church as a corrupt system akin to Strange's medical abuses in Arkham and everything about the GCPD. idk, it feels like Secrets in the Dark just really jettisoned much more interesting potential stories building on Unburied's themes in favor of a much more black and white narrative.

tl;dr I cannot believe that Secrets in the Dark has forced me to point to David S. Goyer as a comparative paragon of nuance and taste!!! what!!!

#we genuinely don't talk about how insane it is that goyer wrote batman unburied #he's spent years shoveling out shit like batman begins and batman v superman and it turns out he had this in him the whole time #all we had to do was take away the visual component and his budget #ANYWAY #secrets in the dark

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Canada and Italy's reaction to s/o who's a thief.

Matthew Williams, Feliciano Vargas, Heracles Karpusi and Sadik Adnan with Thief S/O

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A/N: I added Greek and Turkey in this headcanon since I haven't updated any Headcanons for a long time. I hope you don't mind anon, I like to give a little bit of Bonus.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: ANGST at Canada and Italy

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Matthew Williams

I do not want to upset you or try to make you feel bad because you are a thief but I don't think he can fully support you if you are working as a criminal.

He was a little bit upset because I can see that he doesn't like this kind of job, especially if you steal just for the adrenaline and stealing not because you are tight on money.

He would be more understanding and less upset if you are a thief because you have a hard financial situation. He would still feel upset that you steal but he would not be angry because he would be glad to help you.

When I said help. I don't mean he would help you steal but I think he would help you by lending you some cash if you are in a difficult situation.

Other than landing you some cash. I would also think he would give you some idea to start a business, especially if that business is environment friendly or the typical business that tries to save the environment from poachers and illegal loggers

However, if you are a thief because you just want to have fun and have some kind of adrenaline. I think he would be more disappointed with you.

He wouldn't hate you nor break up with you but I do think that he would try to make you go on the right path and stop you from your job as a thief.

I mean Matthew is Alfred's brother. Even though he does not have a dream to become hero and become as badass as Captain America or Superman. I still think he hates crimes.

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A sound of footstep could be heard by your ears as the sound was getting louder and louder. The glint in your eyes instantly lightened as you stepped out from the window sill, carefully taking out the plastic bag in your hand. Inside the plastic bags are several golds you got from the tiny save box inside the wardrobe.

Closing the window sill, your steps hurried off to get down from the downstairs as the corner of your lips curved upwards, excited with everything you have gotten from the rich old lady. Those gold necklaces, rings and bracelets could help you with the finances of your siblings and parents, they haven't eaten anything this week.

Closing the plastic bag, you began to hurry off and run up to your house until the sound of siren police getting louder, 'Damn it! That lady must have called the police for her missing golds! I need to run faster!' You ran faster.

However, even if you run faster and jump over the metallic fence that was blocking your path to escape. A stinging and electrifying sensation shot through your back. It was really painful as you scream at it. Falling off, you couldn't move your body at all even though you're aware with your surrounding.

"FREEZE!" One of the cop raises his gun.

"YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR STEALING!" Another cop shout.

"M-Maple?" Your eyes widened, hearing a familiar voice.

Trying to look or take a glimpse of the owner's voice, your eyes widened to see your boyfriend behind some police as there are also many witnesses there. They were pointing at you some of them looking at you with disgust or fear.

'M-Matthew..." You couldn't stand to see the disappointed glance that he has given to you.

"Ma'am. You have no right to speak. The lady saw you stole her golds. You have to remain silent," the cop with grey eyes spoke, carefully picking you up after the cop shoot you with their taser gun. Closing both of your eyes, you couldn't bare to see Matthew. You know he's disappointed and upset after knowing your secret that you are a thief.

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Feliciano Vargas

I am sorry anon but his reaction if he has a Thief S/O. It made the gear in my head turn very tight but do not worry. I have some ideas for his reaction and one of them is a disappointment.

He is disappointed because he did not expect that your job is a thief and you like to steal things. Especially the things that you steal is something very expensive.

Like Gold, pieces of jewellery, money, cars, motorcycle, television and many things and you sold that expensive stuff at a higher price and sold it to pawnbrokers and secondhand dealers.

Unlike Matthew, I don't think he would be as understanding as Matthew even if the reason you steal is because of financial difficulty, he would still be disappointed.

That does not mean he would turn you to the police of course. He still loves you. He just with there is a way for you to change your way because he remember that time when he was in Turkey, his purse was stolen and he was traumatized by that.

Other than being disappointed, I can see that Feliciano is also curious about you as a thief. Mostly he is curious about what kind of goods you steal and which has the highest amount.

Other than the price of the goods, he would also be curious if you have ever gone to jail before. If yes, he would be curious about how long you served in the prison and how did you escape.

Mark my word, don't let him join in your stealing action because I am sure he will fail with the mission. He would definately get caught by the cops easily.

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Behind the glass of the shop, there is something glimmering underneath the warmth of the light as the stone are shining with a transparent and white colour. It was beautiful and magnetizing like a snake in the garden of Eden that lures Eve and Adam to eat the forbidden fruit. Along with the dust and the chipped part, the diamond necklace was owned by the old queen before she was beheaded. It was historical and expensive, selling this would be worth a lot.

An idea comes through your head as you take a picture of the necklace before sending the picture to the private group chat. "Guys, I have a mission. Let's steal this necklace and then sell it at a high price," you type it down before sending it to everyone. Everyone agrees, no questions were thrown at you. They were also mesmerized by the thousand diamonds that were attached to the necklace.

Putting your phone down, you were walking upstairs to get ready for tonight's mission together with your friends. Unknownbest to you, a brunette curl sticking out of the kitchen as the male Italian are walking over to the living room after he ate the handmade pasta. The beeping of the sound from your phone made his ears perked up as he trudges slowly over to your phone, opening them.

His once closed eyes are wide open as he sees the private chat between you and your friends as he sees the plan. He did not expect that his S/O is going to steal something very expensive as his eyes closed again. He cannot ignore this, he need to report it to someone, maybe to Ludwig or to Kiku.

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Several pairs of eyes stared at the diamond necklace in awe. They never see the diamond that are large as they decorated the whole necklace. One of your friends pulls out the key that she has stolen from the security as she smirks, jiggling it in front of you and the other's face, 'The guard is sleeping after the drug and the camera is already covered with the picture," she said, unlocking the glass.

However, as there was a clicking sound from the lock. The sound of a siren could be heard from outside of the building and everyone's eyes widened, surprised by the sudden siren voice. As you and the rest turn around, you found out that you and the rest are surrounded by the policeman.

From far away, you could see a curl sticking out until you notice the curl was familiar. Stepping out, it was your boyfriend Feliciano as his eyes looking at you with sadness.

"Bella/Bello.....why..." He whispered to himself as tears began striking down from the corner of his eyes.

"Feli.....I'm...." It feels like your throat getting tight, you couldn't say anything as if your mouth were glued together.

"The four of you are under arrest for stealing an attempt of the historical artefact from the year 1784. Step out and do not try to fight back," One of the cops said as he pulls out a cuff and a taser gun in case everyone tries to escape.

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Heracles Karpusi

Again, the author is a little bit lost with Hercules's reaction if he has a thief S/O. Unlike Matthew and Feliciano, he doesn't really express what he feels but that doesn't mean he won't react at all.

I can see he is also as disappointed as Matthew and Feliciano but he won't be really dramatic about it. He would just let you be a thief instead of changing your way.

Not because he doesn't care but he doesn't want to force you at all and he believes that you already know what's right and what is wrong.

Heracles would be more understanding than Matthew but he would definitely try to stop you if you try to steal something when the two of you are going around.

He stops you not because he thinks what you did entirely wrong but more like he's worried if someone caught you and then tells or reports your stealing action to the cops.

If he sees you steal something and did not get caught, he would just take a deep breath and sigh, internally thinking 'Why did I let (Y/N). Oh yeah, it's because I love her' but not out loud as he gives you a slight judgemental stare.

He might have an attitude that he doesn't give zero fucks to anyone, even to Turkey who always tries to annoy him out of nowhere but I do believe he would help you out if you were caught by the police.

When I said help I mean if you do get caught by the police, he would pay the fee and the costs unless he thinks what you steal was something very life-threatening such as stealing other people's insulin shots for diabetic people. He would not help you out.

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Sitting on the stool with two cops standing beside you and a cuff on your hand. There are many eyes that are watching your every movements as some of those owners of those eyes whispering with each other, giving a squinted glance at you before they whisper something you cannot hear to their friends.

It is an occurrence for you to get talked to behind your back by those strangers, especially by the elderly people and the old cops. It's quite common that old people are more judgemental than younger people while younger people are more open-minded. However, you did not mind those judgemental stares. Their opinion does not matter at all.

You might be asking yourself, how did the cops caught you even though you are known for being sneaky like a fox? The answer is your own honest mistake that someone accidentally caught you in the act of stealing.

It was when you get inside of the small bank in your city, the guard wasn't aware that you got inside because they were sleepy even though they were standing and guarding the door. Without them noticing, you had slip a sleeping pill inside their drink and once they were sleeping. They were down.

Unknownbeast to you, there was a security camera in the corner of the room and that's how you got caught by the cops. You were not aware of the security camera on the corner of the room as you get inside to steal some cash as the cash is going to be used for feeding your family. They haven't ear more than two days.

"Mister/Miss (Y/N). Someone wants to see you," the old cop said, opening the door and stepping aside.

"Who is it?" You ask the old man.

"I don't know... he only told me he needs to see you," he walks away.

Standing in front of the door, you saw Heracles, your boyfriend. His arms crossed and he was giving you a poker face yet with a squinted eyes. His expressions clearly tells you that he is annoyed with your antics and needs your explanation how did you get caught by the police.

The man trudges slowly and sits in front of you, "(Y/N)....explain how did you get caught and why did you do it," he asks in a sleepy tone even though he isn't sleepy at all.

"Well....-" You began explaining to your boyfriend from the start of the story until the end of the story.

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Sadik Adnan

I am not sorry to say this but Sadik Adnan in my opinion, he has the most predictable reaction unlike Greece, Canada and Italy. After all, he is one of the characters that are expressive as hell.

However it depends on the reason why you steal because I do believe he would help you out if you steal from rich politicians and give it to the poor people.

I just believe that he hates those rich people who are corrupt and likes to scam people. That's why I do believe he would help you steal too.

He is fast, agile, and strong so most of the time when you two steal from those kinds of people. The two of you would never get caught as police have a hard time catching the two of you.

However he only helps you out by stealing and getting out from the cop if that is the reason. If the reason you are stealing is because of a financial problem, he would help you the same way as Matthew by giving you a job or starting a business.

If you steal just to have fun and mock the authority or just to have fun. I am sorry to say this but he would be likely to break you up and not accept you as a thief.

I say that because he saw that Italy's purse was stolen by some kind of prick when he was travelling with Germany. Feliciano is quite close with him and seeing that scene truly makes him really angry.

I am sorry but when it comes to Turkey, he would be a little bit less understanding than Matthew, Feliciano and Heracles. He is a little bit more judgemental.

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A bright light comes out from the screen of the computer as there are lots of clicking sounds from the keyboard. The room was dark and there are two people standing inside the room one of them are typing down some numbers and words inside it. The light was dim and no one was aware that there are two people inside the room.

"Is it done yet, (Y/N)?" A person with white mask to cover his eyes asks you.

"Just a little bit. I need to wait for the loading bar and the files would be corrupted in a few seconds. Then, we can steal the code as before we send it to the police as proof that this guy steals people's money with his company.

"Hurry up...I can hear footsteps from far," Sadik says, looking out if anyone is going to get inside.

"Well I cannot make it faster. The Wi-Fi in here are really slow," you whisper to him before continue yping down the numbers before pressing the enter button.

All of the proof immediately got sent to your phone as you quickly save all of the money and the proof of one of the most popular car companies is a huge scammer in your phone and bank account while erasing the trace so the old man cannot trace back after you hacked into the account of the company.

The door suddenly slammed open and the two of you turn around to see the popular CEO of a car company from far away. His eyes widened before he screams "THIEF!!!" Trying to get the attention of people in the neighbourhood. Nevertheless, the man was too slow because the two of you disappear into the darkness and escaped together.

On the other side, the two of you hurried to get inside of the car and gave each other a high five with a snicker escaping from your lips. "Oh God, did you see the old man's face? That was hilarious," Sadik snickered louder.

"Yeah, his face was priceless as hell," you told him.

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[bondsmagii]

wait but actually can we hear your thoughts about in the woods

actually gnashing my teeth even as I opened the reply box here. alright. but you asked.

In the Woods is a crime thriller/police procedural novel by Tana French, with a bit of an apparent twist. mainly, it's strongly hinted that there are paranormal elements. Rob Ryan, now a detective with the Dublin murder squad, lives in the shadow of the disappearance of his two best friends when they were all 12 years old. he himself was found in the woods, traumatised, mute, unable to remember what had happened, and with his shoes filled with blood that matched none of the children nor anyone on the database. his two friends were never seen again.

when a 12 year old girl is found murdered in the same area as his friends went missing, Rob gets himself put on the case. he hides his own history and goes at the mystery with all the grit of a Detective With A Past. and for the first part of the books, it's good. it's very creepy, very heartbreaking, the characters are all cool as hell, and Rob and his partner Cassie are an absolutely excellent portrayal of a man/woman friendship that's purely platonic and based on professional respect -- a really welcome subversion of the "man secretly loves the woman and tries to "win" her" trope that's found so often in books like these. it was brilliantly written, a lot of fun, and very compelling. but then things started going wrong.

I feel totally unashamed to spoil this book in this respect, because I firmly believe nobody should waste their time. if you pick this book up because you want to know what happened to Rob's friends (you know, the mystery the whole book was marketed on) you won't find out. you never know! Rob never finds out! the murder of the little girl is unrelated! it's her "psychopathic" older sister and the older sister's boyfriend. Rob, a detective, who has been haunted by this disappearance for his whole life, literally just says "sometimes we never know..." at the end and that's it. literally fuck all about it. there's no point at all, and I firmly believe that the author just realised she couldn't fucking explain it and decided to just shrug and say "it is a mystery" and move on. absolutely infuriating, especially because, as I said, the whole book is marketed on this mystery, and all the cover designs are spooky. it literally makes itself out to be a paranormal mystery kind of deal, and then we just get some bullshit about a "psychopath".

speaking of which, this "psychopath", Rosalind, is literally the most one dimensional character I have ever seen. it's clear that French is going for some Hannibal Lecter-esque suave, threatening femme fatale, but oh my god does she fail. Rosalind is cringe. she acts like some emo on MySpace circa 2007 who insists he's a vampire prince. she's supposed to be the criminal mastermind behind her sister's murder because she was jealous of her (Rosalind is 17. Katy is fucking 12.) and in the course of all this she apparently fools everyone, including our seasoned cop, whose characterisation does a 180 as he falls in love with her. he is a total creep about this, and also becomes a total asshole. it's like he becomes a different character. he becomes whiny and stupid and gulliable and emotionally immature. he sleeps with Cassie and then ghosts her, and then gets pissed off when she stops trying to contact him, moves on, and tells him he's a dickhead. (absolutely 5 stars for Cassie, who's the only character in this book worth liking. somebody give this woman a backrub because her shoulders must be aching from carrying the whole fucking book.) he also becomes insuffarably fucking smug, which results in the bit that destroyed this book for me.

if you're following my book rants, you know that the major thing I cannot stand is when books think they're smarter than they are. In the Woods reveals this with the following absolute whopper of a statement, by our narrator, the apparently experienced detective Rob fucking Ryan. when discussing how he didn't realise Rosalind was the murderer for ages, he tells the reader, who by the way he has never directly addressed before now:

But before you decide to despise me too thoroughly, consider this: she [Rosalind] fooled you too. You had as good a chance as I did.

shut up shut up SHUT UP. I knew!! I fucking knew as SOON as she walked into the living room in her VERY FIRST SCENE. I could practically hear the villain music. and this book -- this fucking book -- thinks it's so fucking smart and assumes in the narrative that the reader has been shocked by this revelation? that this try-hard "mysterious" girl who drifts around talking like an anime villain was -- gasp -- behind the murder all along? give me a BREAK!! if this is the brains behind the Dublin murder investigation squad then hooray for all murderers in Dublin, because they're going to get away with it whenever they like. I think I put it best in my earlier comments:

Quite frankly I'm offended that French created perhaps the dumbest detective in history and then blatantly accused her readers of being as thick as he was.

like god. it's cringe enough when a writer acts like their book is smarter than it is, but when they try to wink wink nudge nudge the reader with a smug little "haha! did you enjoy your time upon my Ruse Cruise"? I want to commit V I O L E N C E.

finally I have to go back to the earlier point because I do not want it to be overlooked: if you market a book on a mystery and set it all up like this mystery is going to be the answer to everything, do not then turn around and just say "you'll never know..." like Christ!! I was promised a creepy probably paranormal mystery and instead I got a detective who decided that detecting sounds too much like hard work and Veruca Salt if she'd grown up on true crime podcasts? fuck off!!

#anon #asks

[bemusedlybespectacled]

do you imagine the Public Pretender concept addressing the bigotry (esp. racism) in every step of the policing-judicial-incarceral system, or would it be more of a B99 situation where it ultimately functions as propaganda? (It seems like those sorts of comedic shows can't ever effectively bite - especially when they often rely on connections with the systems they represent - and any criticism winds up limited to one-off "moral lesson" episodes.)

I think the difference between B99 and any potential comedy about defense attorneys is that they're on fundamentally different sides of the system. Like, the problem with B99 isn't that it's a comedy. Law & Order isn't a comedy and it's definitely copaganda. Punch-up comedy pointing out flaws in the system through humor is definitely a thing.

What makes something copaganda is a bunch of underlying premises, like:

The job of a police officer is to investigate and stop crime.

Police officers generally try to do that job effectively. No police officer ever tells victims of crime that they can't help because something is a "civil matter," or that there's no point in investigating because they're not going to find the perpetrator, or that they personally can't prove that a specific person did a crime (even if there is evidence that a specific person did a crime) so they're not going to do anything about it.

Any impediments to policing, like needing a warrant or not being allowed to beat up suspects, are bad because they prevent the police from doing that job. Police should be allowed to use any means necessary to do their job effectively.

Any person who impedes a police officer in any way – including asking for a warrant, refusing to talk to police without a lawyer present, or just being a defense attorney – is either guilty of a crime or knowingly abetting in a crime for evil reasons.

That job is always more important than following silly rules like "4th Amendment protections against unreasonable searches and seizures," and efforts to make police officers follow those rules are obstructive and annoying. Even if a police officer does do something bad, like torturing someone for information, it's always for the greater good.

The police are infallible. They rarely arrest innocent people, they never elicit false confessions, and a person is clearly and definitely guilty once they have been arrested (as opposed to after they've been convicted).

Now, some of these things, like "the police always try their best and don't give up," are understandable as narrative devices. It would be really boring for every episode of a procedural drama to be like:

Victim: Help, help, I'm being stalked by my ex-boyfriend! Officer: Aha, but how do you KNOW it's your ex-boyfriend? Victim: I have text messages from him saying, "I am going to kill you" with pictures of my house. Officer: But someone else could have stolen his phone, right? So we can't PROVE that he was the one who took those photos and sent those texts! Sorry, can't do anything, call us if you get actual proof. [chunk chunk]

Some of the premises work as narrative devices if your purpose is to have the cops be the protagonists. It makes sense to have your heroes be good and moral people doing good and moral things, and for things that prevent them from achieving their goals being portrayed as bad.

But they don't work if the cops are the antagonists, because now you're operating from the side where the cops are impeding your protagonist's goals. And this is especially true if we're talking criminal law, because then a lot of your plots are going to be something along the lines of, "Hooray, we kept this damning evidence out because the police got it by breaking into the house without a warrant!"

Now, mostly what I'm envisioning is a comedy, and frankly, a lot of day-to-day stuff in my job is funny in a kind of absurdist/dark way. Like, "can you believe this guy threw a condom at his lawyer" or "so this guy is accusing my client of sacrificing their child to the Illuminati" or "I gave my client extremely clear instructions at 4:30 PM and then got a phone call at 9 AM that morning that started with, 'BB, I fucked up' because she had immediately done the exact thing I told her not to do and had been arrested for it." This is the Parks & Rec "the sign said not to drink the sprinkler water" vibe that I mentioned in that post.

But if you have any sort of recurring antagonists, like the Vulture or Wuntch in B99, then you can definitely show bigotry in the system by using the character as shorthand for it, and you don't even need to get that allegorical. Have Steve the Prosecutor or Kellyanne the Cop and just have them repeat some of the things I've heard from actual prosecutors and cops. And then you don't even need to do some kind of after-school special moral at the end: just have Kellyanne make a joke about beating up a homeless man and then have our protagonist look at the camera like they're in The Office.

#personal #bb is a lawyer #public pretender #lawblr #real lawblr #askbox

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 38

A wanted to give a huge thanks to @sassychrissy96 who has given me so much motivation and help over the course of this fic. I'm really grateful that you took the time to share some of your ideas with me!

I'm back at Uni but I've put another series on hiatus so this will be updated at a minimum once a week.

Part 37

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Contains: Fluff, angst, smut (Oral sex M receiving, fingering, bottom Jax! bondage, thigh riding, P in V) follows the plot of 3x12 - 2x13.

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Loose ends and prison bars.

Everyone was over for breakfast when Hale arrived, "you want me to let him in?"

You shrugged, "I mean, I feel like I can let go of my 'come back with a warrant rule' for him, just make sure he takes his shoes off."

Kip ran off the let him in and he walked into the dining room soon after, Sam getting an extra chair so he could sit down, "please help yourself. There's enough here for everyone and it's all homemade." Hale picked up a glass of fruit yogurt and started talking.

"My brother is not going into Witsec. He was told if he wanted witness protection, he had to be totally honest about his dirty dealings and at first, we thought he was but then an Oakland cop came to the station with proof that he was going to get Mason Tutler's friend to burn down Lumpy's gym."

You let out a breath, "what does all this mean, is he going to prison?"

Hale smiled sadly, "yes but not for long, he made a deal for what he did tell us about. He's being charged with multiple counts of criminal conspiracy and fraud. If he pleads guilty which he is going to, he'll be away for four years at most."

You shook your head, "he tried to kill me with my son and a civilian inside and he'll get four years max. That's so fucking unfair."

Jax put a hand on your arm, "a lot can happen in four years y/n, he won't do well inside, we all know it. We'll deal with it when he gets out."

You turned to Jax, "who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend? I usually the one saying to watch and wait."

He smiled warmly, "what can I say, you're rubbing off on me."

Hale left soon after finishing his food, you were in the kitchen washing up when Gemma approached you, "do you know what Jax is doing with Stahl?"

Your eyes went wide, "what are you talking about?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Jax is working with Stahl."

"I had no idea, but Jax is a smart man, he wouldn't be doing this if there wasn't another plan in place."

Gemma pressed her lips together, "if the others find out, they'll kill him."

You shrugged, "maybe they already know, Sam could have had Jimmy taken out and he didn't, they could have shot the plane down and they didn't, something else is going on."

She nodded, "I hope you're right because if not, you'll be raising Abel all by yourself."

****

"Hello my love, how are things going down south?"

Jax shrugged, "Tucson is working with Santo Padre, looks like we'll get a nice income from that. We're no closer to finding Jimmy, we know he's still here but the Russians have got him locked up tight."

You nodded, "I'm sorry my love, at least something went right."

Your attention was ripped away by Tig and Kozik going at each other again, "do you know they're always fighting?"

Jax nodded, "it's over a dog, something about the dog liking both of them and Kozik taking her."

There was the noise of crashing and when you looked behind you, Tig had thrown a tool at Kozik, "ok, that's it. You two need to work your shit out before I drag you into the store room and lock you in there."

They blinked, "stay out of this."

You stomped up to Tig, "no, do you know what I did today? I did an autopsy on a little girl who had been beaten to death and left to rot in the woods by her foster parents, there's no one to bury her. Without me paying for a plot and a service, she would have been cremated and tossed in a mass grave."

Tig swallowed, "this dog that you're fighting about, did they live a good life?"

Kozik stepped forward, "yeah she did."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "then you have nothing to be upset about, she wasn't abused, she was loved, you should be grateful for that. You don't need to like each other, you don't even need to vote him in but this needs to stop before you get someone killed."

You walked inside the Clubhouse, went into the dorm and sat in the bed, Jax showing up soon after. "You doing ok?"

You shrugged, "everyone at the lab is looking to set up a foundation so it doesn't keep happening. We're thinking of calling it the remembrance project."

Jax smiled softly, "that's a good idea."

"What's going on with Sthal, and don't bother lying to me, I'll know."

Jax rested his head against your shoulder, "everything's going to be ok, the Club's got it handled."

You lifted your hand and rubbed his head, "Gemma thinks you're ratting, she's worried Clay's going to kill you."

"This is one of those situations where I can't tell you what's going on but I've got it handled."

You nodded, "I was thinking, before you all go inside, we should have that cooking competition between Juice and Bobby we talked about. I think it would be good for everyone."

"Great idea, how about in two days? That gives them time to prepare."

You nodded, "sounds good, shall we let them know?"

Jax stood up and pulled you with him, "lead the way my lady."

You had gathered everyone in the garage, after a quick chat with Clay, he clapped his hands and gained everyone's attention, "I know this has been in the works but if we don't do it now, we'll never do it. So I'm proud to announce, our first SAMCRO baking competition."

He put his hand up to quiet the growing noise, "the rules are simple, you have two days to prepare three baked dishes, one main meal, one party finger food and one desert. The taste tests will be blind and the winner will gain bragging rights until the next competition."

There was a rush of excitement, "see Darlin, you're always right."

You shook your head, "you helped, don't let me take all the credit."

You smiled as he pulled you into his arms, "we're going to be ok."

"I know Jax, I trust you."

****

The day of the competition came in a rush of excitement. You were all sitting in the back of the Clubhouse waiting for Juice and Bobby to bring food to the picnic tables. You could smell everything they had cooked, ingredients like garlic floating above the mild smell of baked bread and cooking sugar.

When they called everyone out, all the food was laid out on the tables, labelled so nothing was given away. The tasting was a slow process, with people going back and forth to try the treats again and again.

Someone had spent hours stewing butter with garlic to create the most amazing garlic bread you had ever eaten. There was a pile of soft milk-bread rolls and most crunchy puff pasty and brown sugar twists. Each treat was ranked from one to ten and the scores were calculated at the end.

Clay cleared his throat the help up a bit of paper, ready to announce the winner. "And the winner, by one point, is number one!"

Juice's hands shot up in the air, "fuck yeah, I won." Everyone burst out in laughter, "we are having a rematch the moment we are out of the joint."

Juice extended his hand towards Bobby, "you're on old man."

****

"Wow, you look, amazing." Jax took in your simple black dress, it was fancy without being over the top and was classy without taking away from the fact that you were going to the party to show your expertise in warfare.

"Well Mr Teller, I could say the same about you. I love the suit."

Jax smiled, "Billy hooked me up."

You ran your hands over the vest, "I'm happy you left off the tie, you ready to go?" You stuck your arm out and he linked his arm in yours.

"Ladies first."

Jax was in awe as you pulled up to the warehouse, "this place is huge."

You giggled, "I know, it's our largest facility yet. We have every kind of training available including drown and cold proofing, the ability to train medics all the way up to paramedic level, a hunter-killer maze and a handful of op stuff like learning how to communicate without talking."

Jax smiled even wider, " that's so cool, how much did all of this cost?"

You shrugged, "a lot, but we'll make it back within the first few contracts. Shall we head in?" Jax nodded and helped you out of the car, linking your arm with his.

The inside was decorated so beautifully, there were fairy lights handing from the ceiling and native flowers strewn about, "was this you?"

You nodded, "you bet." There were no clients there when you arrived, just your friends and some Anvil staff.

Jax was saying hello to Frank and Aden when a blond woman in a bright red dress came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, "you must be Jax, I'm Penelope." She was pulling Jax into a hug before he could react, "y/n has told me so much about you, it's great to be able to finally meet you in person."

Jax hugged her back, her sweet perfume filling his nose, "get your paws off my wife Teller."

He heard you laugh from close by, "Derek, don't be jealous, have you seen the way he looks at y/n?"

Derek smiled and looped his arm over her shoulder, "I have, we're really glad you could come. You get to see y/n do some practical demonstration for our prospective clients."

Jax's eyes went wide, "what?"

You smiled and shook your head, "I may have left that out, I'm showing off some of our new facilities."

Jax smirked, "does that mean I'm going to get to see you in a tac suit?"

You nodded, "yep, full backout gear with night vision and everything." Billy clinking his glass pulled Jax's attention back to the room.

"Now, this wouldn't be a party without some entertainment, so I'm going to need some volunteers." When Jax went to put his hand up, you placed your hand on his forearm, "not you Teller, unless you want to hire us."

Jax chuckled, "I'll just ask Billy if we can have free rein when the party's over, I'm sure we can come up with some kind of bet that benefits both of us."

You shook your head, "you're insufferable."

You left just as Billy finished picking people and returned ten minutes later in full tactical dress. Before Jax could comment, Billy and Frank were escorting everyone up to the observation.

"As you can see, this challenge is five against one. Dr y/n will play the part of a bodyguard while our brave volunteers will play our bad guys. Now, we're going to play a little game, you're going to write how long you think it will take for her to eliminate all of them and the winner will get one free first aid class."

Jax was handed a piece of paper by Penelope, he ticked the box for two minutes and put it in the hat that was being passed around. He moved over to the window over the maze, watching you as you cleaned your paintball gun in the opposite corner to the men. With the blast of a horn the light on the maze floor went out and you started.

Jax watched you duck and weave around the pillars and half walls while the men looked around for you. Then he watched you take down each man in a matter of seconds. He smiled wide as you took the elevator up, helmet off and tucked under your arm.

"What did you think."

Jax sucked on his tongue, "the hottest thing I've ever seen."

You shook your head, "wait until we do the medical demonstration, you can see what I did most of the time I was in country." Twenty minutes later, everyone was on one of the main floors watching as you and Curtis set up the fake bodies.

"Before we start, we need to pick out the winner of the last game."

Billy pulled out all the slips of paper and went over them, "looks like we have two winners, Jackson, which doesn't really count because he's Dr l/n partner and Mr Cresswell. Your first aid class is can picked off the list in the hallway."

Jax's pride was tinged with anger, it was clear he had more faith in you than a lot of other people. His heart felt warm as you waved at him while you put your gloves on.

"Now, heaven forbid you get hurt under our care but we wanted to show you what happens if you are. No game this time, but we do have raincoats so those of you brave enough can get in close."

Jax took one without hesitation, getting as close as he could while you nodded to Billy, with the push of a button, the fake body started to splurt blood from cuts and holes. Jax watched you move with so much speed it made his eyes hurt then you and Curtis were stepping back before he could blink, the bleeding stopped and a happy chime coming from the head.

"That's what we call a live saving response. And if you pick Anvil, this is what you'll get no matter what. At the suggestion of one of y/n's dear friends, we are now also offering luxury packages that include trips to cabins and ecofriendly boat rides for both fresh and salt water."

You leaned in to whisper in Jax's ear, "Juice suggested it to Billy a few months ago. He'll get the first check when the first client signs up. I want it to be a surprise so don't say anything."

Jax smiled, "it's really sweet of you to give him credit."

The demonstration continued, he couldn't decide if his favourite was watching you take apart was watching you take apart and reassemble a rifle or climb a rock wall with a knife between your teeth.

Billy approached you just as the last client left, "how much money did we make?"

Billy smiled, "we close contracts on every person who showed up."

You jumped for joy, "that's great, I knew we'd do well but I'm stunned."

Jax put a calming hand on your neck, "after all that? I'd be surprised if anyone left without hiring you."

Billy got a strange look on his face, "y/n, give us a minute?" You were confused but walked away, "out of ear shot please." You shook your head and left to help take the decorations down.

"When did you know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with my best friend?"

Jax's eyes went wide, "you look at her the way Derek looks at Penelope and Frank looks at Maria. I know love when I see it."

Jax felt warm and fuzzy, "when she took me to the observatory party, I think I loved her from the moment I saw her but watching her pull that dress off the floor just so she could point out a storm on Jupiter really did it for me."

Billy smiled, "well don't get her anything with gemstones in it, that would be the fastest way to get her to say no when you propose."

Jax swallowed, "I didn't say anything about marriage."

Billy shook his head, "you didn't need to."

*****

"Hey sweetie."

Otto smiled and pulled you in for a firm hug, "hey y/n, how's everyone?"

You nodded, "good, I've actually come to ask you a question. I was thinking about you and Luanne and was wondering if you could tell me some stories?"

You spent the next two hours talking to Otto while he talked about him and Luanne, each story having a different meaning, some were sad, others were happy. By the end, you had a clear idea of what you were going to do.

"Why the sudden interest?"

You smiled, "you're not the only one Luanne told she wanted to start a jewellery company, I've been doing some research and there's a huge market for custom, personal and ethical jewellery. I want to bring the idea to Luanne and the other CaraCara ladies."

Otto's eyes got wet, "so you came here for what?"

You smiled, "name ideas, I think I have the perfect one."

****

You readied your presentation for the women at CaraCara, watching on as Ima ushered them all into one of the large sets where everyone could sit. "You're probably wondering why I all gathered you here today, the reason is simple. A woman led, independently owned, ethical business that everyone can share a slice in."

You clicked on the display to show Jeniffer's graphic designs, "we have all the skills we need here. We don't need any outside help." You clicked again and he company label showed up.

"O and L's Forever Jewellery."

Luanne sniffed, "the idea is simple, anyone working for CaraCara or any other CaraCara off shoots that come up can design pieces and then they get a commission for those pieces. There's also an option for people to custom make their own jewellery. It's all totally ethical and highly affordable. Thoughts?"

Hands shot up, "how many designs can we submit?"

You smiled, "as many as you want. The best way is to use the bit of paper I've included in the folder I handed you. Follow the instructions and measure your finger, or your neck or your wrist, then draw your dream whatever and go from there. If you don't want it to be published, then it won't but it's a great way to start because you're going off something you really like."

It took all day for everyone to be done, Ima insisting you join. "Is that your dream engagement ring?"

She smiled, "yep, I've changed my mind about diamonds since I met you but I read your paper on ethical sapphire mines in Montana and I was sold."

You nodded, "ok then."

The moment she was called away, you snapped a picture to save for later. Luanne walked up to you after collecting everyone's papers, "how long before everything is up and running?"

You smiled, "about a week, the prototypes for everyone's designs will take four weeks to be done and then we'll be ready to launch."

She wrapped you in her arms, "I can't thank you enough for doing all of this for us, not many people would put so much faith in a bunch or porn stars."

You shook your head, "thank your husband, he's the one that inspired me to give this a go."

****

'What's this I hear about a new company you and the CaraCara girls are setting up."

You shook your head, "you really want to hear about custom designed jewellery?" Jax nodded.

"Well, the idea came to him when I was scrubbing for an autopsy. I realised that there's no real safe way for people to keep their jewellery away from damage other than using a cheap safety pin. So I looked into fancy ones and it went from there. The way people view sex work means it's going to be hard for the women and men working there to get other jobs, this way, they have a steady income that can be branched out in other ways."

Jax ran his hand over your cheek, "but do you offer fancy safety pins?"

You nodded, "yes, for one hundred extra dollars, a person gets a year's supply of safety pins that can withstand most common damage. Every year afterwards, the person receives five more for free as long as they send in their five old ones."

Jax's smile grew, "I'm really proud of you for doing this, I swear every time I think I can't love you more, you do something like this."

You pressed your forehead to his, "I did it for Otto."

Jax smiled, "I'm so lucky to have you."

You shook your head, "you might change your mind after I collect my winnings."

Jax smirked, "dinner first."

****

Jax was sitting on the bed, smiling like a cat who just caught a mouse, "are you going to be nice to me?"

You shrugged, "it depends, you are going to be insufferable?"

Jax sucked on his tongue, "I'll behave."

You rolled your eyes and went to the cupboard, "yeah, sure." When you came back, you had two silk ties in your hand, "well, I'll be nice if you're nice."

Jackson's smile grew as you approached him, "what's with the silk, are you shit at tying knots?"

You shook your head, "no Jackson, I just don't want you to have bruises that people will ask about. We both know you'll pull more than I do."

Jax chuckled, "well then pretty girl, get to it."

You stood between his open legs and leaned down to kiss him, "are you going to tell me if you don't like something?"

Jax nodded, "don't worry, I'll tell you to stop if I want things to end."

You smiled, "good, hands out please." Jax put his hands out in front of him and you ran your hands from his wrists to his forearms and back again, "I have ever told you how much I like your arms?"

Jax licked his lips, "all the time."

You tied each wrist then tied them to the sideboard, "don't pull too much, if you slip out I won't be sucking your dick for weeks."

Jax shook his head, "you're going to let me go inside for God knows how long without sucking my dick first?"

You nipped his bicep, "good point, but you'll be home eventually and I have an almost perfect memory."

"You wouldn't."

You nodded, "I would." You kissed him again, soft enough that when you pulled away, his lips followed yours, then you stepped back. Jax went to grab you unconsciously, his arms stopped by the silk.

"You need to learn some self-control, so you're going to sit there and watch while I have fun."

Jax bit his lower lip, "whatever you want Darlin."

You huffed, "see that's what I'm talking about. I keep telling you I'm immune to your charms but you still keep trying to charm me."

He smirked as you unbuttoned your top slowly, his eyes following your fingers. You swayed your hips are you went, Jax watching you intently. You gave a little wiggle when your pants fell off your body, Jax stuck on the way your hands ran over your skin.

You reached behind you and unhooked your bra, letting it fall away from you while you ran a finger around your nipple, "do you want to touch me Jax?"

He swallowed, "what do you think?" His voice was tight, he was clearly having trouble keeping himself in check.

"I don't know Jax. How about if you can find some way to get out of your track pants without my help, I'll let you touch me." Jax started wiggling and shifting eventually, he slipped them below his ass off and kicked them off, smirking like an arrogant ass as they fell into a pile.

You stepped towards him and kneeled on the bed with Jax between your legs, the silk giving him enough room to be able to lay his hands on your thighs, "happy?"

He smiled, "for now."

You ran your fingers along the hem of his boxes and he lifted his hips for you to pull them off, they then joined the pile of clothes next to the bed. "I'm going to suck your dick now, don't lift your hands off the bed or I stop."

"Sure Darlin." You kneeled between his legs and kissed down his body, stopping to suck his skin, he was rock hard when your lips reached his cock. You looked up at him through your lashes, Jax smiling softly as your tongue darted out to lick the head.

Jax groaned and pulled on the ties, seemly desperate to touch you. You sucked the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head while you rolled his balls in your hand.

"Just like that, shit I missed your mouth."

You moaned around him, Jax grunting as his head fell back. He pulled on the ties so you lifted you head off of him, "what did I say Jackson?"

He smirked, "it's hard not to touch when you look like that."

You put your head back to his skin, kissing his thighs while he groaned in frustration, "you're being mean to me."

You chuckled, "you've been mean to me plenty of times, I want my payback."

Jax huffed, "get back to it or you'll really know the meaning of mean when I'm done with you."

You stepped back entirely, Jax's eyes becoming fixed on the way your hands were moving into your pants, "I will stand here and make you watch me touch myself if you don't shut up and let me suck your dick." Jax swallowed and gave a slight nod.

"I'm sorry, go ahead."

You put your mouth back on his dick and went to work, Jax moaning as you wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach, "I'm gonna miss this so much." You felt a pang of sadness.

Nevertheless, you kept going, "holy shit, y/n." He tapped the wood instead of your face and you swallowed as he pulsed in your mouth. You pulled off him and stood up, Jax looking up at you with hooded eyes, "are you happy with yourself?"

You nodded, "you bet."

Jax shook his head and you climbed onto his lap, kissing him as you held his face in your hands, "just give me ten minutes and I'll be ready to go."

You smiled, "if I untie one of your hands so you can touch me, are you going to try and escape?"

He bit his lip, "nah, I'd hate to see what you'd do to me if I did."

You untied his right hand and he slid it from your knee to your thigh, then his fingers were moving through your slit, "you're always so wet for me." His thumb found your clit and he slid two thick fingers inside you. You did your best to stay upright as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot, "just untie me Darlin, you know I'll look after you."

You shook your head, "don't be a scaredy cat, if you're good, I won't leave you hanging." Jax sucked on his tongue and his thumb became more insistent. You did your best to keep your knees strong as you felt the peak coming, "that's it pretty girl." You gasped as you came around his fingers, Jax moving to press kisses to your neck.

"I'm going to untie your other hand, then tie you to the headboard, are you going to try and grab me?"

He smirked and bit his lower lip, "you'll have to see."

You untied his other hand and he didn't move, then you took both in your hands. You moved quickly and tied him to the loop in the headboard, "you comfortable?"

He rolled his wrists, "yep, do your worst."

He was hard again and you climbed on top of him, "my worst, are you sure you want that?"

You settled over his well muscled thigh and placed yourself onto his skin, rubbing your core back and forth, "shit, I can feel how wet you are."

You leaned down to kiss him, "you told me to do my worst, what's to say I won't get myself off and leave you hanging?"

Jax almost snarled his response, "you wouldn't do that."

Jax pressed his foot to the bed and lifted his knee, pressing his thigh harder into your centre, "Jax, please."

He smirked, "please what Darlin? You're the one in the driver's seat."

You rolled your eyes, "you are an insufferable ass."

He chuckled, "you love it." You shook your head and grabbed his cock, before looking at him for consent, "go for it." You smiled and slid down onto him, gasping as he filled you, "fucking hell, you're going to kill me."

You leaned down and kissed him, holding his face in your hands, "hopefully not before you get me off."

Jax kissed your back, doing his best to take over before you were pulling back again and running your hands over your body, "if I let one hand go, are you going to try and escape?"

"Nope, I promise."

You let his hand go and it was on your clit before you could think, "oh God." He bucked his hips and you placed your hands on his chest as you ground your hips down onto him. "Jax, I'm close."

He groaned, "me too." You sped up, slamming onto him one last time before he let out a grunt and came inside you, the spreading warmth pushing you over the edge.

Jax was gritting his teeth, "you're squeezing the life out of me."

You giggled and slipped off him, "sorry about that." You reached up and untied him, rubbing each wrist before kissing his skin. "I'll clean us up."

You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom before coming back with a wet cloth and wiping him down and laying down next to him, "that was really fun."

Your eyes went wide, "really? Mr I can't let go of control liked that?"

He smiled softly, "well, for one, I like everything we do together, and two, you're one scary lady."

You pulled him into your arms, "I'll remember that for later."

He wrapped his arms around you, "I love you so much y/n."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I love you too Jackson."

He rubbed his nose against your chest, "good night Darlin."

"Good night beloved."

****

"Well look who it is." Stahl walked by with her smug smile, "where's O'Phelan?"

Jax huffed, "MIA." She put her hand up, "you and I have a lot at stake here."

He chewed on his cheek to keep himself calm, "the Russians got Jimmy out of Belfast before we could get to him, he's up north with them right now."

"Putlova?"

Jax nodded, "yeah, we're into it. We got a brother in maxim security, Lenny the Pimp, but he's got no visitation rights so we've got to use Otto. If you can arrange for Lenny and Otto to get some yard time together, we might get a lead on where they've got Jimmy stashed."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

****

"Hey Opie, I would have thought I was the last person you'd want to see."

He smiled softly with a shake of his head, "no actually, I need someone to be honest with me."

You patted the chair next to you for him to sit down, "well you came to the right place, no really, I did lie to you about Tig and Clay but I'll do my best."

He waved his hand, "you don't need to keep apologising for that, you did what you had to do. I wanted to ask you about Lyla."

You nodded, "she's a good woman who loves her child and will do anything for her son, and I think she cares for you, what's there to think about?" He gave you a strange look.

"She pays her taxes and her job puts food on the table. You are in no place to judge her considering yours gets people killed. If something were to happen to you, and you left her with three kids, or worse four, do you really want her looking for a place that will take an ex-porn star or do you want to help her in the job she chose so she can get behind the camera if she wants?"

Opie huffed, "and that's why I came to you. Do you think I should tell her about what's going on? Lyla said you told Ima to go after the truth."

You nodded, "yes I do, because if you want more kids with her, she needs to know what she's getting into. Keeping secrets kills everything a healthy relationship is built on. You need to be kind to both of you and be honest. If she leaves, you can try again to find someone who understands, and if she stays, you know she loves you for you."

Opie put his hand on yours, "thanks y/n, we'd all be lost without you."

You knew the look in his eyes, "I'm sure Lyla told you about the jewellery company?"

He nodded, "I have her dream ring and her exact measurements. My advise, use that for inspiration and go from there."

His eyes went wide, "I know all things Mr Winston."

With a laugh, he wrapped his arms around you, "I meant it y/n, we'd be lost without you."

****

"David Hale at the door for you."

You pressed in intercom with your gloved knuckle, "thank T, can you do me a favour and take him to Angela and get him his own card? I'm in the middle of a post."

"Done and done."

Twenty minutes later, Hale was at the lab door, "hey, you here about your brother?"

He nodded, "he made a deal, he's got five years, out in three with good behaviour. He's going to a minimum security place down south."

You shrugged, "he'll never be able to hold office, that's all that matters. I don't have a problem with you David, and we're going to be working together. If you put the victims first, we're going to be just fine. Thank you for letting me know about your brother, I'm sorry your family kinda sucks."

He smiled softly, "thanks, who's on your table?"

You walked over and opened the door, waving your hand for him to come in, "Mark Patterson, fifteen, gone missing after school in LA. By the looks of it, he was killed by his bullies. I'm just finishing up now."

His shoulders fell, "we've been having some bullying at the high school, would you be willing to come and talk to the kids?"

You nodded, "hell yeah, my high school bully was a monster, dude almost killed me before it stopped."

Hale took a deep breath, "I'll talk to the principle, it won't be for a few weeks but I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"Great, well you have a card now so just let yourself in whenever."

He smiled, "thanks."

****

There was silence waiting for Tig to vote on Kozik, he looked around the room at everyone's face, the anticipation thick in the air, "yeah, but I'm not happy about it."

Kozik clapped in excitement, "thanks Tiggy."

****

Jax awoke to the weight of your head on his arm, "hey."

You smiled softly, "good morning beloved."

Jax smiled, "whatever happens today, I'm with you, no matter what."

He rubbed his nose with yours, "I know, I love you."

"I love you too."

****

Everyone piled into the Clubhouse for breakfast, "hey, we've got something we want to say."

Lyla held up her hand, "we're engaged." There was an eruption of cheers and Jax pulled Opie into a bear hug, he pulled you aside when everyone calmed down.

"You didn't even wait to buy the ring."

He shook his head, "we're using it for our wedding rings, I wanted to give her my grandmother's ring." He was smiling from ear to ear, "I told her everything and she didn't run, you were right."

You smiled, "I'm right most of the time, I'll help with the wedding however you need. I'm really happy for you guys."

The plan to exchange Jimmy was going well, they were all sitting in the Chapel with Lowen arrived, they had the location for the exchange but not the money. Just as Opie was letting Jax know all the details, Chucky cut in, "I might be able to help with that."

He ran off and came back with a box, filled with bank notes and seconds later, they were bursting into the Chapel. "When I was running the counterfeit operation for Lin, I was supposed to throw away all the misprints and dirty runs, but I didn't."

"We've got three boxes full, twenty, fifties and hundreds, over five mil in fake currency."

Tig pulled Chucky onto his lap, "I'm gonna you my hand so you can jerk yourself off." Everyone burst out in laughter.

Juice went off to find a cutter while the others looked over the bills, "everyone one of these bills has irregular, any scrutiny and the Russian's are gonna know."

"What if we can frontload the stacks with real cash, give us enough time to get Jimmy out of there?" Jax drove right to the station and walked into Stahl's office. "Putlova wants two million for Jimmy. We got our hands on some counterfeit bills but we need to pad it out with real cash, give us some time to get Jimmy out of there."

"Where did you get the cash?"

Jax shook his head, "not your worry, just get up the money."

Stahl smirked, "we have access to two-hundred and fifty million for discretionary ops."

Jax nodded, "that should do it."

Stahl's tone changed, "what happens when the Club asks where you got it?"

He shrugged, "I'll say Unser got if from evidence."

Stahl went on but Jax stopped her, "you want Jimmy? You do it my way."

Jax drove back to the Clubhouse with money in hand and started helping everyone pack it, Happy coming inside about an hour later to let him know you were waiting for him.

"We'll keep her safe." Jax snatched the bullet proof vest and raced outside. "you sure about this?"

You nodded, "without a doubt, this is nothing Teller." He lifted up the vest, "I need you to wear this."

You huffed and lifted your shirt, "really Jackson, you don't think I'd come prepared and this one's stab proof."

He chuckled, "of course you thought of it." He pressed his forehead to yours, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

You kissed him quickly, "everything's going to be ok but good luck anyway." Jax smiled and kissed you once more before leaving, then you climbed into your car and drove away.

You waited on the bearly paved road for the van to arrive, then popped the trunk and opened the passenger door for Miles to jump in. "I'll make sure he has a smooth ride."

Chibs smiled, "sure you will lass."

Jax drove away from the group as they headed to the Clubhouse, coming to a patch of dirt where Stahl was waiting, "where the hell is he?"

Jax smiled, "warm and cosy."

Stahl threw her hands in the air, "what are you pulling."

"Just keeping us both honest, you get Jimmy and my statement when my Club gets free of hard time."

She tilted her head and held up a file, "my recommendation that the federal automatic weapons charges be reduced from fifteen years to three years, parol in fourteen months. All it needs is my signature."

She handed Jax another file, "you give me this and any information on the guns traded my Jimmy'o and the Irish, all it needs is your signature." They went back and forth, before Jax out pen to paper and signed.

They showed up at the Clubhouse soon after to wide eyes and confusion. You were waiting with Gemme when they pulled him out of your car, "how did you know he was here?"

Stahl smiled and turned to Jax, "because you VP made a deal."

Jax was running at Sthal, "son of a bitch."

There was an uproar, "I did it for the Club." Gemma tried to step in but they were already being dragged away. You ran up to Jax and wrapped your arms around him, Jax hugging back with one arm, "it's going to be ok, we're going to be fine."

"Your clients will be out in three years, fourteen months if they don't kill anyone."

****

Unser finished packing and walked into Hale's office, "good luck son, you're gonna need it." He was pulling up behind Stahl before he could think, the drive to the highway done on autopilot. He managed to send away the other agents before the school bus drove up.

"What's going on here?" Opie dragged Stahl into the car while Chibs threw Jimmy out of the car and threw him against the bus. They made her watch as Chibs killed Jimmy, his bloody body sliding down the yellow metal.

As he pushed her into the car, Opie felt a strange sense of peace come over him as he raised the gun, "this is what she felt." Then he pulled the trigger. After ripping up a file, Kozik hit Unser across the face and they left. On the other side of town, the prospects drove by prison van and blew the horn, the hard atmosphere inside fading into gentle laughter, everything was ok."

****

You were tidying up when you found Jax's go bag shoved into a corner, his hoodie still smelt like him when you lifted it to his face, then something caught your eye, it was a whole bunch of letters, all tied together with a ribbon, addressed to Jax.

You walked it right to the bedroom and put it in the safe for when Jax got home, just as you were about to call Gemma your phone rang, it was a number you didn't know, "umm, hello. How did you get this number?"

"Y/n, this is director Vance, we need to talk."

Part 39

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Yes, Sir | Chapter 3

As you looked up and out onto the parking lot, it seemed as though your night had not officially ended. You faltered as you saw a man standing next to your car, looking in through the windows and then around the parking lot.

What the hell was going on?

You adjusted your purse thrown over your shoulder and slowly began walking again as you tried to see who was next to your car. You squinted to get a better look and cursed under your breath when you realized who was standing there. You picked up the pace, cautiously, and spoke up, "Connor."

The man turned around and saw you, his lips curling into a smile you knew and hated after all these years. This was your ex-boyfriend, for good reason.

"Hey, baby," he greeted you with a wink and a smirk. Your lip twitched instinctively, curling into a look of disgust as you pushed past him to unlock your door.

"Don't call me that," you said firmly to him, "What the hell do you want?" As you turned the key to your car and put your hand on the handle, you cringed greatly when you felt his hands wrap around your waist.

"I just wanted to drop by. I heard you were in the area and had to see for myself. Just wanted to apologize," he told you gently, his lips right next to your ear.

You almost growled at him, shoving him off of you. "Get the fuck away from me," you cursed at him, roughly dusting yourself off in an attempt to get the smell of his heavy cologne off of your clothes. "Isn't it a little too late to apologize? I broke up with you five years ago."

Yes, it had been five years. The same amount of time it had been since you met your boss. Connor was a cop who was obsessed with his job - a job he did not even do well. The only thing you could give to him was that he was a better cop than a boyfriend. He was always focused on work, never on you. It was like catching a criminal was more important than you.

You had been dating for around two years. You always thought that maybe you were overreacting, being clingy or selfish. In return, you gave him too many chances, too many speeches. You had always hoped he would change, that your relationship with him would get better. But it never did, and you soon had to realize that it was him and not you. So you broke up with him, and you were done babysitting the man.

But not before he made a really big deal-breaking move.

His shoulders sagged as he turned to you with a fake frown, his lips curling out slightly to try and sell his story. "Just hear me out, Y/N/N-"

"Don't call me that," you snapped at him, the nickname he used to call you angering you. He brushed off your words, continuing, "I'm really sorry about what happened. You were right, I should have listened. Please forgive me."

You huffed and rolled your eyes, "If I had a dime for every time I heard that..." You lightly tugged on your car door, looking over your shoulder briefly, "Piss off, Connor. I'm sure there's another babe waiting for you. I'm sure she's washing your clothes and fetching your beer for you as well."

You didn't expect what happened next when you were suddenly pushed into the car. You gasped and tried to get out of his hold, but you were effectively trapped between Connor's uncomfortably warm body and your car.

And, for the first time in a long time, you were terrified.

You shivered when he spoke again, his voice right next to your ear was a low and terrifying sound, "You listen here, you're coming with me or we'll settle this here. Your choice, baby."

Fear and rage swarmed your body, an ache to be away from this situation buzzing in your body. "You're insane!" you yelled, "Get off of me!" Tears pricked at your eyes as you whimpered in fear.

You used all the strength you had to push him away, desperate to have him off of you. He gripped your hands, harshly turning you around to have your front pulled against him. You did the best you could to shove him away, gaining the slightest window and using it to get from between him and your car.

You slipped away from Connor, reaching in your purse for your phone. Just as you had it out, he grabbed your arms roughly and pulled you in, his thumbs pressing into your wrists until you were forced to let go of the phone.

"Connor, stop! What the hell is wrong with you?" you exclaimed. In a fit of rage, he pushed you to the ground. You landed with a grunt, grabbing onto your arm with a wince. You chanced a look at it to see the skin mark there.

Connor approaching you again tore your gaze away from your wound. You grabbed your purse and swung it at him, hitting him across the face. He huffed and snatched it, throwing it to the side and hoisting you to your feet by your arms once again.

He slammed you back into your car, the alarm going off as the car rocked against the impact. You grunted in pain, breathing heavily. His hand snaked around you, wrapping around your throat as his face was nestled against yours again.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks now, how could they not be? Connor's hand trailed down from your neck just above your cleavage as he spoke in your ear, "It's been a while, hasn't it? I wonder if you feel any different now..."

You hated everything about this. You hated feeling so weak, not having the strength to take defend yourself properly. You've always been able to be so confident, appear so strong. Here you were now, helpless and crying, a damsel in distress.

Before Connor could do anything further, a voice called out your name from the bar entrance. You recognized that voice immediately, though it seemed a little foreign by the way he raised his voice. Tears of relief began to streak down your face, already feeling saved as Mr. Mikaelson rushed over to the two of you, even as you were still tight in Connor's grasp.

Connor grumbled angrily, "Stay out of this! It's none of your business."

You struggled against him once again, a new sense of strength filling you now that you had someone on your side. Elijah- er, Mr. Mikaelson gripped Connor's arm tightly as he yanked him off of you, shoving him into the car.

You moved out of the way quickly, catching your breath and wiling your face of your tears now that you had a moment to calm yourself, the cool air a vast contrast to Connor's warm body. Mr. Mikaelson stepped away from him and over to you, his eyes sweeping over you to see if you were hurt.

You shook your head, "I'm okay, I'm okay." You bent down and grabbed your keys, silencing the loud car alarm screaming into the air. Connor turned around to face Mr. Mikaelson and he almost huffed, "Look, hot shot, this doesn't involve you."

His jaw tightened as he stepped in front of you, working as a shield to block Connor from you. He spoke in a low, dangerous tone, "Anything that involves her, involves me."

Connor scoffed, dusting off his clothes with a sneer, "What, are you her boyfriend or something? She doesn't go for prissy bastards like you."

Despite the whole ordeal you just went through - and still are technically going through - you would not let anyone insult him like that. You jolted forward, fully prepared to inflict some damage on him, but Mr. Mikaelson had his arm held in front of you and holding you back. You huffed and stopped, stepping away once again in the comfort and shelter of your boss.

Mr. Mikaelson turned his attention back to Connor, "That really doesn't concern you, does it? Do yourself a favor and fuck off."

He huffed a laugh, a shit-eating grin on his face as he asked, "Or what? What can you possibly do?"

Mr. Mikaelson wasn't phased by the way Connor spoke to him, he knew he had the upper hand and wouldn't back down. "I can have you thrown in prison."

Connor's grin fell suddenly, replaced by an frown as his face twisted in an angry glare. "On what charges? I haven't done anything."

"First degree assault," Mr. Mikaelson's confidence came off in waves as he stared back at Connor, whose lips pursed together and fists clenched as he got ready to throw punches. Mr. Mikaelson lifted a brow, never flinching as he continued, "I wouldn't if I were you. I suggest you keep your hands to yourself unless you wish to make matters worse."

Connor was furious as his fists clenched harder. He turned his hardened glare at you and Mr. Mikaelson moved you further behind him. The two men stared each other down, and that's when you knew Mr. Mikaelson - as always - had won.

He never blinked. He never faltered. He only glared back as proof of his dominance. He was never one to back down.

After a moment, when Connor couldn't take the stare anymore, you could almost see him shrink away from him as he huffed and began walking away. Mr. Mikaelson spoke after him, in a firm tone that almost had chills rushing down your spine, "You will be hearing from me."

When he was far enough away, Elijah - Mr. Mikaelson had turned to you as he looked you over once more. You picked up your things in an effort to gather yourself once more. He pulled you into his side as he ushered you away from your car and ex. Your eyes never left his face as he walked you both back into the light of the restaurant.

Now that Connor was away, his hard and angry expression had melted away into one of concern. Your heart was in your throat as you watched his face.

Once you were closer to the Grill, the light from the windows now poured onto you. He looked over you again, triple checking to make sure you were alright. "Are you hurt, at all?" he asked, deep concern for you evident in his voice and face.

In all the years you had worked for this man, not once have you seen him as disheveled as he was now. Sure, you would get the occasional moment of nervousness when he would fiddle with his watch or tie. But nothing like this as he looked you over with fast darting eyes and ran his hand through his hair repeatedly, effectively turning it into a (not unattractive) mess on his head.

His eyes fell on the scratch on your shoulder that was now bleeding. "You're hurt," he commented as he turned his attention to it. Your gaze followed his and landed on the scrape, sighing in frustration. "It's nothing," you said. You turned back to him, his gaze turning to your eyes as you both stilled in a silent moment.

It was times like these where you could only note the beauty of those chocolate brown eyes, especially as they gazed into your own with that look of his. It wasn't the same one he used for intimidation, the one he used on Connor, it was a deeper look that bore into your soul. It was a look that made you feel like he was seeing right through you.

You were slowly coming back to Earth as you spoke, your voice uneasy and slightly stuttering as you said to him, "We should - We should probably go inside or something."

He shook out of his own gaze and nodded, placing his hand cautiously on your lower back as the two of you headed inside. Once inside, you excused yourself to the restroom so you could gather yourself.

You set your hands on the countertops and looked into the mirror, your face tear-stained and flushed. You sighed, grabbing a bundle of paper towels as you wet them with cool water. You let the cool of the paper towels calm you, compared to the cold, your skin felt like it was burning.

You then used a damp paper towel to clean off the scrape, the blood gathering on the cloth before you reached in your bag for a band-aid. Lexi insisted you always have some on hand. You would have to thank her for that.

You cleaned yourself up before mustering the strength to leave the restrooms, letting a mask of calm and poise settle over you as you went to face Mr. Mikaelson. When he heard you walking over, he turned to see you again. "Are you alright?" he asked for possibly the seventh time.

You nodded as you answered him gently, "Yes. Yes, I'm okay." You absent-mindedly rubbed your band-aid gently.

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" he asked, a slight threat in his voice directed toward Connor as he set his hand on your elbow. You shook your head, allowing "No." Your mind wandered back to him, that heavy moment when he had you in his grasps with his hand around your throat. You shivered, discomfort and fear filling you once more. You really wanted a shower, you wanted to wash the rough night off of you. "He just pushed me, is all..." you mumbled.

You looked up at him again, your gaze softening and a small smile slipping onto your lips. You slid your arm back so that you could grasp his hand gently in yours as you told him, "Thank you, Elijah."

A smile threatened to spread across his face as his name fell from your lips. That had been the first time you ever called him by his name. He told you so many times to call him that, but you always refused. You claimed that it was for "professionalism" or "respect", you claimed that his status was far to important for you to call him anything other than a respectful "sir" or "Mr. Mikaelson".

So as that smile spread over his lips, yours grew. You looked down at your joined hands, feeling your heart in your throat once more as you tried to hold yourself back. You ultimately failed as you threw your arms around his neck in a hug. There was a moment of surprise from him before he wrapped his arms back around you with one hand holding the back of your head, his hold comforting you in the best way.

"You're safe now," he told you meaningfully. The words had an effect on you that you didn't quite expect as you shivered against him. You smiled and took in a deep breath, the scent of leather and burning wood filled your senses.

You didn't want to let go of him, you felt so safe in this moment.

You did, however, let go of Elijah. You shouldn't push your limits, you knew this. After all, he was still your boss and you were still his assistant. Whether he was Elijah or Mr. Mikaelson, you needed to maintain a professional relationship at the end of the day.

You cleared your throat gently, "I should get home." You glanced down at your watch, more out of habit than anything. "I'll see you at the office, sir."

Elijah's shoulders seemed to drop a little before he quickly recomposed himself. You turned to leave but Elijah was quick to stop you, the air around him faltering again. "I'll drop you off," he told you. By the tone in his voice, you could tell that it wasn't a request.

"What about my car?" you asked.

He waved his hand dismissively, "I'll have someone take care of that. You don't have to worry about that, my dear."

A blush rose from your cheeks at the name he'd just called you. It seemed so impulsive, like it just slipped from his lips as he said it. That alone made a smile spread from your lips, the thought that his words pre-prepared and thought through.

You didn't catch the way you absent-mindedly bit your lip in response. You nodded, "Okay." You let out a breathy sigh as you walked back up to him again.

As if he was right on cue, Josh pulled up in the lot. You glanced at Elijah and he held his hand out for you. You took it with a smile as he led you outside where Josh was opening the car door.

"Hello, sir, ma'am," he said kindly. You both smiled warmly in return as Elijah led you into the car first before he joined your side. Josh closed the door behind him and went back around to the driver's side, getting inside, and driving off again to your address.

The car ride there was silent, it wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't very comfortable either. It was this in-between of unspoken words that needed to be held and words that didn't need to be said because they were clear enough to both of you. You couldn't help your wandering eyes as your gaze strayed over to Elijah, examining his face that did not turn to face you.

It was dark out, well past midnight by now, so the only lights that allowed you to see his face as clearly were the lights of the street that lit up the road just enough. His dark eyes scanned through the window and into the world passing around you through the glass. He seemed lost in thought - and he rarely ever did - as his fingers brushed along his bottom lip.

Your tongue darted out through your lips momentarily to wet them as you turned your gaze away from him. Your eyes stuck onto his free hand, which brushed the smooth fabric of the tie he wore. You absent-mindedly took note of the little things you did - something you found you did often. Playing with his lip and his tie? He must have been so lost in thought that he wouldn't hear you if you called his name in his ear.

After a moment, your eyes dragged back up to his face, startled when you looked right into his eyes which were staring back at you. You almost hadn't torn your gaze away when your eyes met, but you did as you blushed lightly in embarrassment. You mentally cursed yourself, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to be so casual and careless with him.

You were always so put together, always so poised and confident in the way you spoke, carried yourself, and looked. After being so shaken up by the events of the night, that all seemed to slide off of you as you examined every little detail Elijah held and displayed.

You turned your gaze out through your window, taking in a deep breath to help calm (and hopefully compose) yourself. You dug your phone out of your purse just to give yourself something to do to distract yourself, opening up your messages to contact Lexi.

/I'm headed back home. See you in the morning./

You put your phone down, letting out a soft sigh as you stared back out of your window at the scenes flicking past you. Your fingers drummed lightly on your leg in a steady rhythm you hadn't realized you'd set as you chewed on your bottom lip.

Elijah's eyes had wandered to the silent tapping, smiling ever-so-slightly at your unconscious habit. When his eyes raked back up to your face to see you chewing on your lip, his smile actually came through. Two of your nervous habits being done at the same time, it wasn't something he saw often but it was something he grew accustomed to identifying.

It was also when he realized he was doing his own unconscious habits as he quickly let go of his tie and lip, not knowing for a moment where to put his hands before resting it on his knee folded over his leg.

After a moment, the familiar sight of your home finally rolled into view as you arrived. The car hauled to a stop as it pulled in front of your house. Josh was quick to step out and open your door for you before you even had your hand on it.

You smiled up at Josh, who gave you a kind smile in return as he held his hand out for you. You got out, Elijah opening his own door as well. Josh closed the door behind you and you gave him a thank you before turning to walk up to the porch. You paused when you saw Elijah standing. He gave you his own smile, one that had your heart pounding in your chest quite annoyingly. You wished it would stop, you hated that he was digging up feelings you buried a long time ago before you could even begin to feel them.

He held his hand out for you in a quiet offer and you accepted it. He walked you up to your front door as you unlocked it quickly. He turned to you, a meaningful gaze in his eyes as he told you with a calm and comforting voice, "Don't be worry about Connor. I will take care of it so he can't bother you again. By the time I through with him, he won't be allowed within a ten mile radius of you."

His words, though slightly threatening, were quite comforting to you as you gave him quite a smile in return to them. "Thank you," you chuckled lightly. You took a moment to debate what to do after that. You settled for a simple, albeit awkward, handshake. Then you mentally cursed yourself for doing something so dumb.

Why was he making you so pulled apart? You were supposed to be put together, and here you were being awkward.

"Enjoy the rest of your night, Y/N," he told you gently with that soft smile. You returned it with your own sweet one as you responded, "You do the same. Good night, Elijah."

"Good night," he replied, his voice almost a whisper. You nodded slightly, turning the knob and opening your door as you walked inside, his eyes following you. On the other side of the door, you waved and he nodded gently before beginning to walk away.

You closed the door with a soft click, glancing out of your peephole to watch as he walked away and got back into the car. You saw the lights begin to fade away as they drove off and pushed your back against the door, slowly sliding down until you were now sat on the floor.

You thought back over the evening you just had, one that started out perfectly fine, turned into a fucking train wreck, and then ended strangely pleasant with Elijah - besides your inability to function. The whirlpool of emotions that rustled within you were so much for you to handle in that moment. You stood with a heavy sigh, locking your door behind you and turning to your room for that shower you so desperately needed.

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Chenford + I wish we'd never kissed Tim.

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"I wish we'd never kissed Tim." Tears poured down her cheeks as she sat across from him, the words being forced out of her. She could tell he was trying hard not to cry himself and her heart shattered. "And I know you feel the same way." Her eyes were pleading with him as he met her gaze, his look never wavering.

"I wish we'd never kissed either Lucy. I wish you'd never been my boot." His jaw clenched and she knew it was taking everything in him to say those words.

"See Lucy, he never wanted you. He was just using you. But I, I want you. And now that this is out in the open we can be together without anyone else in the way." She glared at him, wishing more than anything she could break free of her restraints and arrest him. Or kill him. At this point she wasn't picky. But she knew she was done playing his games and from the look on Tim's face he was too. It was time to fight their way out.

"Go to hell Chris!" He smirked as he moved in front of her, blocking her sight of Tim.

"Come on Lucy, that's no way to talk to your boyfriend." Anger filled her as she glared at him.

"You're. Not. My. Boyfriend."

"You say that, but I don't believe you. We just have to take care of him and we can be together. " He leaned closer, ready to kiss her when Tim's voice stopped him.

"Wait! Wait. Do whatever you want to me but let Lucy go."

"Ah Tim." Chris pushed himself up from where he was leaning over Lucy's chair and walked towards the man tied up on the other side of the room. "The fierce protector."

Tim and Lucy's breath hitched, chills running down their spines as they remembered those words spoken to them through a cell door and they whispered the name simultaneously.

"Rosalind."

"See, for two cops you're really not that smart."

"How long have you been working with her?" Chris brought his hand up to his chin dramatically.

"Let's see… probably sometime around your trial." Lucy's face went pale as realization struck.

"Tha- I should have known that's why you sang that song."

"Lucy, what are you talking about?" Chris laughed.

"What, you didn't tell him? I thought you told each other everything. Well Tim, what Lucy failed to mention was that I had a little song stuck in my head during her trial prep that I just couldn't keep from singing out loud and someone had a little… shall we say panic attack over it." He walked up behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Isn't that right Lucy?"

She could feel the pain bubbling up in her at the thought that she once trusted this man. Her pain was quickly replaced by anger and with a strength she didn't know she had she tore her arm from the restraints, taking Chris by surprise and knocking him unconscious.

Momentarily stunned it took a second for her brain to catch up with what just happened and she loomed up, staring at Tim with wide eyes.

"Lucy! Lucy, are you okay?" She nodded frantically before working to remove the rest of the restraints holding her to the chair. After quick removal she used them to tie Chris to a pipe by the door and ran over to Tim. "Lucy I'm so sorry for what I said I, I didn't mean it." His eyes were searching hers and he took her face in his hands as soon as she freed them.

"I know Tim. I know. I didn't mean it either." Not wanting to wait any longer she pulled his face to hers, giving him a deep but short kiss. "Let's get out of here." He nodded, grabbing her hand in his.

Chris wasn't the smartest criminal (which they were thankful for) as they had found the keys to escape easily and he hadn't gotten rid of their cell phones. As soon as they were outside they had called Grey who quickly sent ambulances and a unit to pick up Chris.

Now they were in the hospital in the room they demanded they shared.

Tim's eyes hadn't left Lucy's except for when they were forced into separate ambulances and now he was watching as she attempted to sleep.

"You know, if you were anyone else I would find this creepy." His lips turned up at her ability to make a joke now and he got out of bed, coming over to sit on the edge of hers.

"You can't blame me for not wanting to let you out of my sight. This is the second time you've gotten kidnapped because of me."

"Last time wasn't your fault Tim. And neither was this." He ran a hand over his face before clasping it with hers that was resting on the bed.

"If I hadn't asked you out after we got back from UC…"

"Then I would have asked you out." She brought a hand up to his cheek, running her thumb along the slight stubble that was growing there. "We were happening Tim. One way or another."

"I like the sound of that." Leaning forward he placed a kiss to her lips, pulling away only to lean his forehead onto hers. "I love you Lucy. So much."

"I love you too Tim."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you say that." Lucy laughed, playfully rolling her eyes at him.

"Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to join your girlfriend in her hospital bed?" Tim smiled, shaking his head.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Since when do you need an invitation to join me in bed?" He looked like he was thinking for a moment before shaking his head.

"You make a good point." Helping Lucy move over, he made sure she was comfortable and then slid in next to her, wrapping his arm around her and letting her lay her head on his chest. If it weren't for all of the wires and monitors he would think they were at home.

The room was quiet for a while and he thought she had fallen asleep until he heard her whisper.

"Hey Tim?"

"Hmm?"

"When um, when the nightmares come back…" He tightened his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'll be right here Luce. I'll be right here." With a sigh of contentment she fell asleep, surrounded by the comfort of Tim.

As thoughts from the day swirled through his mind Tim took a deep breath and pressed himself closer to Lucy, the soft sound of her breathing eventually lulling him into sleep.

Despite everything that had happened today, neither of them had any regrets about the kiss that started it all.

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Today on the someone on the Internet is wrong opinions and I am so much smarter than professional youtubers

I want to push back against the idea that Lisa is sexist or poorly written from death note Mesa misa misa iyami look I'm doing this speech to text I don't feel the need to actually go through the trouble of spell checking everything just read it out loud

OK here's the thing I think the reason people say this is because it's an easy way to much as turning on old hobbies or old ideas that have popularity Make it seem like you're mature. See how everybody keeps on treating Frank Miller and his contributions to comics. It's not the things that they point out not necessarily aren't true but they are highly exaggerated and unflatteringly presented so that's that way they can say we're definitely not those anti women b******* please like us

It's a way of condemning a****** teenage you by proxy as opposed to you know actual analysis or acceptance of a man in his work as a man in his work

When it comes to misa misa she's actually quite well written because she points to something much more true to life than either like yagany or L do

Most people have noted her psychopathic tendencies but the thing is her fun bubbly sparkly psychopathic personality might not be that out of line with someone who works in the kind of business or has the kind of social advantage she does. Now normally she's gonna be killing people but all the other things she knows how to do when ordered to be a pretty decent criminal? How much do you think Is out of line for someone to be able to pull out?

Exploiting friends making prank videos and order to scare people support your criminal boyfriend so that that way you can feel special especially as he does things for you were get off on the contact high a bean above the law

And of course being able to weaponize other people's famed not attraction to you.

Nothing about her presentation to me screams as a genuine condemnation of women or an Idea that they are dumb or an underwriting in fact she sings perfectly well written the fact that she devolves into cartoonishness is actually kind of the point so it's like yagami and this is where I copy paste what I think it all comes down to

No she did not here's the thing light and L look glorious and important but are ultimately children misa looks like a child but she tells you something very f****** important

She's basically what they are without the mask on or more accurately with a mask that if death note appeals to you you'll hate and if you hate Lisa then guess what you have to think how she ended up in that situation and what light actually thinks of her. She is a direct reflection of the results of light's ideals right back at him and he despises the very idea of her

That should tell you everything that you need to know but you can easily blind yourself with all the other excuses you're not as impulsive you're not as Dixie you're not a girl

And on and on and on

When in fact she's got her eyes pretty much on the prize she wanted to hook up with Kira she hooked up with Kira the fact that she's doing so in a self destructive manner doesn't even matter because she doesn't actually value life save as the means to pursue her goals or pleasures

Like doesn't really have any ideas he just thinks he does

After all when this starts he doesn't actually want to become a cure but later he does part of the problem is and I blame the anime adaptation for this is that like doesn't have a fall from grace so much as he immediately becomes a charismatic supervillain

The manga is a bit more subtle about it where you see him as a kid in a bad situation not realizing that hes digging his weight down instead of out. His ultimate fall from grace is the killing of Naomi Missouri

That is the moment where he says I am Kira a name which he mocks early on

You could justify killing the cops because I don't know a cab or whatever the professor is on about

You could justify killing the criminals because the criminals are scum

You could justify killing L because L asked for it

But Missouri is merely going to give some information that will unravel a deception

There is no reason to kill her if hes not going to kill the task force all of whose veins he knows and where they are

He is doing this purely as a display of power and self satisfaction to be fair of the anime does add it in with him sadistically taunting her as she's under the effects of the mind control

But I think it's very essential that light ultimately when the mask trips isn't a tragic figure but a pathetic loser one.

To be fair part of the problem is so much of the plot bends in order to keep the cat and mouse gang going but they have to elevate light to the point where you have too much of the narrative or at least being that could not just be him sell his own height

It does help though that a very simple trick that happened years ago basically sealed his fate without him even knowing itWhat's from the character that it long devolved into the dumb Watson for the exact reason he told him the 1st time they met. Your actions are my entertainment you stop being entertaining your life is over

The only thing that justifies the entire amnesia arc to me is the fact that it's an out of place origin story it's the 1st time we actually get to see an uncorrupted light so we understand where he started from and how he ended up. Most other adaptations try to create a sense of build-up and that unfortunately negates the need for the amnesia arc so it always gets truncated or seems a bit out of place or not as spectacular

All h*** Misa the true face of serial killers and criminals

[the-letter-horror-lover]

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The Grumpy Jerk (KawaSara Fanfiction) by bunnyblahblah

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: K, English, Romance & Drama, [Sarada U., Kawaki] [Boruto U., Sumire K.], Words: 134k+, Favs: 11, Follows: 12, Published: Jun 22, 2021 Updated: Dec 6, 2021

7Chapter 1

Hey there readers! I'm back for a new fanfiction. Here are some things you need to keep in mind before reading.

This story is written in an alternate universe setting. Expect some modern and typically different settings from the Boruto series.

If you are a hardcore shipper of BoruSara, KawaSumi, and other ships that involved Sarada and Kawaki, this isn't for you. In other words, you shouldn't read this story. I don't want unnecessary drama on the reviews, but if you are open-minded and like to see the other side, then it is still up to you to continue scrolling the pages.

And to all my fellow KawaSara shippers, this is for you. Enjoy and thank you for checking this out.

Sending love to you all. Keep healthy and safe people!

Love,

bunnyblahblah

"I will do anything for the sake of my child even if it will cost my own life."

The man moves in front of a boy who is beaten up by some mafia guys. The gangster-like man points a gun at the man who is protecting his child.

"Father, that's enough! You better run awa-"

"No son, you know I'm not going to do that," the man shouts.

The boy's eyes enlarge out of shock.

"Enough with your useless talk! You two will die here anyway," the gangster-like man says. His subordinates laugh at them.

"You bastard!" the man shouts and a gunshot is heard.

(The crowd shouts)

"Father!" the boy yells on top of his lungs.

His father was shot in the arm. He is bleeding.

"Father! Father are you okay?" the boy cries.

The gangster-like man laughs evilly.

"You assholes!"

Out of nowhere, a man with a mask appears and effortlessly kicks the villains' butts.

(The crowd giggles)

"Who the hell are you?" the gangster man asks in horror pointing the gun at the masked man.

"There's no need to introduce myself to useless criminals like you," the masked man punches and kicks the gangster-like man until he lies unconsciously on the ground.

A patrol car sound can be heard approaching the scene.

The masked man is about to leave the father and his son when the son calls to him.

"Wait..." the boy utters. He turns to face him.

"What's the matter?" he asks him.

"Thank you for saving us and by the way, who are you?" the boy asks his name.

"No need to thank me. It's my responsibility to help those in need. And for my name..." he pauses.

"I'm the superhero of the world," he replies and flies away.

The boy watches him as he flies away and completely vanishes in his eyes. The cops arrive and help them.

THE END...

The crowd claps as the curtains cover the screen of the movie theater.

"That was a great movie, Sarada," Chocho tells me. She is confused to why I am silent and not responding to her.

"Sarada? Are you okay?" she asks.

She turns to see me. I'm actually crying. I couldn't help my tears from flowing.

"You seem to be so carried away by the movie," Chocho says with an awkward smile.

"Chocho, that was Mr. Martin. I couldn't help myself," I respond to her.

"Let's go and get something to eat I'm hungry," she says and drags me out of the room.

"I really like this shop's burger and drinks," she comments.

"I agree. The burger wants me to keep crying," I remark.

"That's enough Sarada. That's actually weird. The movie has ended already," she tells me. I give her a pout.

"What are your plans this summer?" she asks me.

"That's way too far from now," I say and get another bite from my burger.

"Yes, but I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe I can get a cool or handsome boyfriend by the time," she daydreams.

"Chocho, you're..." I tell her painting a wry smile on my lips.

We're just middle schoolers and she already thinks of having a boyfriend by the summer.

"Shut up! I know you daydream of going out on a date with Boruto," she says and winks.

I can feel my cheeks warm and blush.

"W-What? O-Of course not!" I snap while stuttering.

"Come on, we're best friends for a reason and it's really normal for teenagers like us to daydream about our crush," she explains.

She's very outspoken. She speaks what's on her mind.

"Yeah, I think it's normal but saying it out loud isn't. Maybe Boruto's around and hears us," I say.

"That will be great. You don't need to confess in front of him," she says boldly.

"What?!" I snap.

"Calm down, he's nowhere near us," she says while munching on her food.

"Besides, you need to make a move now. Boruto's very popular among the girls at school. He's the type that every girl dreams about. Smart, cool, responsible..." she brags.

Well, Chocho's right. Boruto's hard to reach I mean he's popular and I am nobody. Although he knows me and we're classmates, I am just a nerdy type that everyone seems to call weird who only likes to read books and watch Mr. Martin's shows and he might think the same way about me.

"But Sarada, you shouldn't give up yet. Boruto may like you in the end who knows?" she tries to make me feel better I know.

"Yeah, I can daydream of that thought every day," I tell her in a sarcastic tone.

"Send him love letters he may like reading them," he suggests.

"What? Are you serious?" I yell.

"Yup. If you can't convey your feelings for someone verbally, then a love letter will do," she tells me.

Chocho really knows a lot about these things I envy her.

I don't have the courage to tell him about my feelings personally and I don't have the courage to write him a love letter either. My social life sucks.

"I don't have the guts to do it," I say while my shoulders drop.

"Come on! You're the smartest girl in the room you should be the most courageous girl as well. Boruto might like girls with a tough heart," she says.

"No, I can't be that girl," I say helplessly looking at the ground.

"Boruto might have feelings for you too," she says.

"How can you say that?" I ask her.

"Maybe because I can tell?" she utters.

"What? And how can you tell?" I ask her again now looking at her face.

I furrow my brows while waiting for her to continue.

She finishes her burger and drinks the last drop of her juice before she speaks to me.

"I caught him staring at you sometimes without you noticing it," she reveals.

My irises enlarge. I think my cheeks turn red. Is there really a possibility that Boruto likes me?

"A-Are you sure about that, Chocho?" I can't still believe it.

She nods.

"Stop kidding me, okay? Stop giving me false hopes," I tell her.

"Whatever. It's up to you if you won't believe me. I saw what I saw," she smirks.

I don't want to assume Boruto likes me perhaps Chocho misinterpreted his gesture looking at me. Maybe it just happened that she caught him looking at me sometimes. Well, he stares at everyone.

We wave goodbye at each other. I walk home alone.

"I'm home!" I cheerfully greet.

"Welcome home, Sarada," mom greets me back.

"I'm home, Dad," I bow in front of his picture frame displayed on the shelf.

My dad died in a car accident when I was still a child. I haven't enjoyed his presence for a long time, but I knew in my heart he forever will be here.

Mr. Martin and my dad are actually alike that's why I can say I am his number one fan.

Mr. Martin is an actor. He usually portrays a good father in every show he has. I like all his shows and movies I never missed any of them.

My mom actually knows my admiration for Mr. Martin and I know in my heart that my father will remain as my father and he will never be replaced and that my mom never gets married again.

"How's the movie, honey?" mom asks me when I get close to her.

"It was really good. Mr. Martin never really fails me," I tell her.

"Glad that you liked it," she smiles and gets back to the kitchen.

"Umm..." I murmur.

"By the way, I cooked your favorite," she informs me. My eyes widen when I hear her say it.

"Really?" I giggle. She nods.

I can't help myself and hug mom with happiness that bursts out from my chest.

She smiles at me and tells me to change my clothes and we will dive into dinner.

I go to my bedroom after dinner. I check my books and homework if I left some items unanswered. Glad everything is complete. I read my lessons for tomorrow so I can have an idea about what our teacher is going to discuss. It is my habit to read my lessons ahead and answer some questions before our teacher asks us to do them.

"I feel a bit sleepy now," I murmur.

I fix my things and let my bag rests on the table. I get ready for bed. Before I completely fall asleep I remember what Chocho had said to me.

"I caught him staring at you sometimes without you noticing it..."

Is it really possible that Boruto likes me as well?

I shake my head and scold myself. He's not interested in someone like me I guess.

What if he does?

"Mom, I'm leaving," I tell her.

"Okay honey, good luck at school," she wishes me luck every day.

"Okay, do your job at work too, "I tell her while waving my hand. She is preparing for work too. Now that my dad is gone, my mom needs to get a job to sustain our finances.

I start to take steps forward. I usually walk to school it isn't that far from home and also to have some sort of exercise. Well, walking is a sort of exercise.

"Sarada!" I can clearly see Chocho waving at me at the corner. I run to get faster to her.

"Good morning, Chocho," I pant now gasping for air.

"Good morning, Sarada. You should have not run like that," she tells me.

"I guess so too, it's too early for school. We can make it on time," I respond.

"Yup," she answers while nodding her head.

"So..." she starts. I look at her waiting for her to continue.

"Did you write a love letter for him?" she continues.

I am flustered. My cheeks suddenly turn red I guess.

"Wh-What are you talking about? Of course, I didn't!" I shout.

"You should have written Boruto a love let—" I did not let her finish and cover her mouth.

"Shhh, someone might hear you. It will be very embarrassing if Boruto will know," I whisper on her ear.

"That's actually good news for you."

Goodness! She's too insensitive this time. How could she say that easily?

"Chocho..." I scowl.

"If I were you Sarada, I'll confess to him right away," she says.

"That's not easy," I retaliate.

"It is. I mean you might waste the chance of him liking you too," she tells me.

"Wait, do you know what kind of girl Boruto likes?" I ask in confusion.

"No," her short reply.

"But how could you say such things?" I ask her.

"I don't know maybe I know how it works?" she sounds weird.

"What if he doesn't like me? I mean if I tell him about my feelings he will reject me?" I tell her.

"You'll move on then," she simply says.

How could she say them easily?

"Look Sarada, I think it's not the right time to talk about it," she says then pulls me to run inside the school gates.

As we enter the room, I see someone sitting on my chair.

Who is he?

I walk closer to my desk and stand in front of the boy sitting on my desk.

"Hey excuse me, that's my seat. Can you occupy another vacant seat? That desk belongs to me," I politely tell him.

He coldly stares at me. His stares feel like freezing and they are as sharp as a knife.

He stomps his feet on my desk. I am dumbfounded for a moment, so shocked by what he did.

"Who cares?" he says still giving me his cold stares.

I'm so upset. He is getting into my nerves.

Who the hell is this arrogant guy?

7Chapter 2

"Isn't it being rude sitting on someone else's desk?" I keep myself compose and try not to act childishly.

He keeps his stares at me. Suddenly, a smirk curves his lips.

"Oh, your desk you say?" he says while getting up from the chair.

To my surprise, he stomps his filthy shoe on my desk and now, it is full of dirt.

Everyone in the room is staring at us. I'm surprised that everyone is silent and nobody interrupts us, not even Boruto or Chocho. Maybe they are shocked as well.

"Oh, my apologies I made your desk dirty with my shoe. I stepped on the mud earlier on my way here," he tells me giving me a sarcastic look.

I clench my fist with anger. If punching someone stupid isn't a bad thing, I must have punched this jerk on his ugly face.

Before I could say a word our teacher enters the room and everyone gets to their respective desks.

"Good morning class!" our teacher greets.

"Oh," she utters when she sees both of us standing.

"Seems like our new boy gets along with Sarada already," she remarks.

Wait, what I just heard? This jerk already gets along with me? The teacher doesn't know a thing.

"By the way, before we start the class I would like to introduce to you your new classmate, a transferee from Shoujo High. Come over here, Kawaki and I will introduce you to them," she says.

"Tch," I hear him express his annoyance.

He stands up from hi, no from my chair and I move away to give him space. I still have my clenched fists.

He grabs his bag, walks, and joins our teacher in front.

I sit on my chair and grabs a scratch paper from my bag to clean up the dirt on my desk.

That jerk is spoiling my day already.

Our teacher introduces him to us. I'm not listening to what she says I'm busy cleaning my desk due to his filthy shoe. The only thing I know is he is Kawaki, that grumpy jerk is Kawaki.

"Who is he? He looks so cool."

"I have never seen him here before."

I hear some of the girls gossip about him in the canteen. He is sitting at a table a few meters away from us.

"He is so cool Sarada. Well, not just cool but a dreamy one," she comments.

"Come on not you too, Chocho," I snarl.

"You two seem not on good terms," she adds.

"She's a jerk," I tell her.

"You don't like jerks?" she asks.

"Of course, if the jerk is him," I respond.

"Umm..." she murmurs.

I scowl every time I see him around. That jerk is getting into my nerves. I still haven't forgiven him for what he had done to my desk.

He stood up and leaves the canteen. I could hear the girls giggle after.

"You see that? He looks at me," the girl says to her friend.

So, he has gotten popular in such a short time?

"I think Boruto has a competition with Kawaki as the most popular boy on the campus now," Chocho says and sips on her drink.

"Boruto doesn't need to compete with him though he isn't a jerk," I smirk.

"I wonder who will be this year's Campus' King and Queen," she says while playing with her drink's straw.

Huh? Well, I think Boruto's still on the lead here. Boruto was last year's Campus King and that jerk just got here so he wouldn't get much popularity as what Boruto got.

"Hey, it's Boruto!" someone yells. He enters the canteen with some boys. I could not help myself from looking at his blonde hair and blue eyes.

I did not even get the chance to stare at him in class earlier because of that jerk.

"Hey Sarada, Chocho," he greets us.

"H-Hi," I stutter. I feel like my cheeks blush. What's happening to me?

Chocho nudges me on my side. I look at her.

"You're being obvious. Come on and write him a love letter," she whispers in my ear.

"There's no way I'm gonna do that!" I frown.

"Hmm. Look at the girls who daydream about him," she tells me and I look at the girls giggle as they saw Boruto just walking in the school's canteen.

I don't have the guts to do it. I can't even talk straight to him without stuttering.

I'm so glad that Boruto never declares that he has a crush on someone. Maybe he is too busy studying and participating in some of the school's activities. If that happens I don't know what would I feel.

"I'm home!" mom yells when she enters the house.

"Welcome home, mom," I respond.

This time I cooked for our dinner. I know she's tired from work. I won't let her waste any more energy by cooking us dinner.

"Dinner is ready!" I cheerfully tell her.

"I'm sorry, honey. I should be doing that," she says with a sad face.

I shake my head and smile at her.

"Let's eat!" I tell her.

It was an exhausting day for me...

"Sarada let's change. Our P.E. class will start in 10 minutes," Chocho tells me.

We went to our locker and get dressed. A few minutes have past and we assembled in the field.

We will be playing soccer as part of our lesson. Boruto's playing with the boys except for Kawaki. The jerk is sitting on the lawn watching Boruto and the rest play.

"Kawaki?" our teacher calls for him. He is talking to him then the jerk walks in Boruto's direction. I silently watch him when Chocho pulls me to play with the girls.

I am playing with the ball and when I turn, I saw Kawaki kicks on the ball and it sends flying in my direction and I don't know what happens next.

I wake up staring at the clinic's ceiling. I blink countless times and I heard Chocho's voice.

"Sarada, finally you're awake!" she yells looking all so worried.

I rise from the bed and suddenly my head hurts. I put my hand on my head to gesture that my head stings. I have scratches on my forehead and a small wound that is covered with a bandaid.

As far as I can remember, Kawaki kicked the ball and I was hit on my head.

That damn jerk has a grudge against me.

"Are you okay, Sarada?" Chocho asks me.

"My head hurts a little but I feel okay now," I tell her.

"O-okay," she sounds worried.

"Let's go back to the classroom," I tell her, and I stand up from the bed.

"Are you sure?" she asks with twitching brows. I nod and we leave the clinic.

"You jerk!" I point at him.

He cluelessly stares at me.

"Look what you've done to me! Do you have a problem with me? Why did you kick the ball in my direction?" I almost yell at him.

I'm really upset. Thank goodness I did not get any serious injuries.

"It was an accident. We were playing, then when I kicked the ball you were there," he explains without any emotions at all.

"How would I know if you did not do it intentionally?" I frown in front of him. Chocho is just behind me watching us.

"Sarada and Kawaki, come with me," our P.E. teacher tells us. Without protest, we follow him.

He brought us to his office. We settled on the vacant seats.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Sarada. I am the one responsible for this. It was an accident, Kawaki isn't the one to blame," he says.

So, it was an accident. I look down not saying a word.

"I'll talk to your parent and apologize for the problem I made. I should have been careful in the first place," he adds.

"Don't worry about it, teacher. I understand. I will explain everything to mom myself," I tell him.

"No, I would like to personally apologize. You've been hurt and it's not okay," he insists.

"Okay, I'll make her come tomorrow," I say.

"Thank you, Sarada," he smiles.

I gaze at the jerk and he is just rolling his eyes like he doesn't care at all. How annoying.

We leave his office and the jerk walks ahead of me as nothing had happened.

How could he? Does his parent teach him manners?

"You're wound completely healed," Chocho remarks when she couldn't see the bandaid on my forehead anymore.

"Yup," I nod.

"Hey Sarada," she calls out to me almost whispering in my ear.

"Yeah?" I furrow.

"I've heard Boruto is receiving letters from random girls," she reveals. My eyes enlarge.

"R-Really?" I ask in surprise. She nods as an answer.

"I was in the restroom when I heard girls gossiping about how they sent Boruto love letters in his locker," she continues.

"So, did he read them?" I ask in my excitement.

"They did not mention it, but the other girl said Boruto was surprised and he even smiled at those letters then she giggled," she responds.

So, Boruto likes reading love letters?

"I see," I utter.

"That's why you need to try it too," she insists again.

"Umm..." I murmur.

Should I try it? But... I'm scared he will ignore my feelings.

Sarada, you're being paranoid. I scold myself in my head.

I settle on my study table. I grab plain white paper and a pen.

I decided to try writing a letter for Boruto, but the problem is I don't know what to tell him. I don't know how to confess my feelings in the letter. I have no words in my mind.

Arggh! Chocho is driving me crazy about this love letter thing!

"Okay class, we will be doing an experiment activity. You will perform in pairs. It's a bit complicated so you may need assistance from your classmate. I will randomly pick names now," our science teacher announces.

"I wish to be paired with Boruto," Tsubaki tells her friend Yodo while giggling.

"Tch, that should be me, but to be paired with Kawaki feels great too," Yodo replies to her.

Oh? Yodo wants to be paired with that jerk? She can't be serious.

Chocho gestures 'whatever' to me when she heard their wishes. I silently laugh at her and she just rolls her eyes.

"The first pair..." our teacher starts.

"Wasabi and Iwabe," she continues.

I can see Wasabi frown because she doesn't like Iwabe much.

"The second pair is Mitsuki and Chocho," she says.

"Oh?!" Chocho utters. She looks fine and Mitsuki's okay. She is a friend with him though. Mitsuki smiles at her.

"Third pair Shikadai and Inojin."

"Fourth pair Denki and Tsubaki."

"What?!" Tsubaki shouts. Everyone looks at her.

"What's wrong, Tsubaki?" our teacher asks.

"Oh, nothing," she can't complain about it though.

Who's gonna be my pair?

"Fifth pair..." she stops.

"Sarada and..." I think the time slows down when I heard my name.

Who would it be? Who would be my pair?

"...and Boruto."

"Sixth pair..."

I think my whole world stops turning for seconds when I hear my name paired up with Boruto.

He looks at me and smiles. I think I am dumbfounded in front of his face. Wait, am I dreaming?

Eh?

What?

It's Boruto and me?

Seriously?

It can't be...

My heart race...

Chapter 3

" I think today is your lucky day, Sarada," Chocho tells me when we walk home.

It's about earlier. I was paired up with Boruto in our experiment activity tomorrow.

Further, I saw him smiled at me. I know I look so stupid being so astounded in front of his face, but still, I was so happy.

"S-A-R-A-D-A!" Chocho calls out to me.

"Yes?!" I respond I'm so confused. Is she talking to me?

"Are you okay? I am talking to you. Did you hear me?" she asks.

"I'm sorry, I was preoccupied," I apologize.

"You are daydreaming about Boruto I guess," she teases me.

"Huh? What?!" I snap.

"Come on!" she tries to tease me more.

"No-" she did not let me finish.

"I know you are thinking about how he smiles at you earlier. He's so cool, right?" she continues.

"Chocho stop it already!" I yell at her. I think my whole face turns red.

"Now I wonder what will you do tomorrow during the activity. Don't fluster when he talks to you, okay?" she adds.

"You're crazy, Chocho, " I tell her still blushing.

"No, you're crazy over him," she retaliates.

"That's not true!" I yell.

"Whatever. See you tomorrow and good luck. It's much better if you will give him your love letter by the time the activity ends," she suggests.

"No, I haven't written anything yet," I tell her.

"Huh?" she gives me a weird look.

"What?" I snap.

"You're so oblivious when it comes to this kind of stuff," she remarks.

Okay I admit, I'm so dumb when it comes to this puppy love thing. I only got a crush on Boruto. He's the only responsible boy I know at school.

And I always have this fear in my heart that he will reject my feelings and that would feel terrible for me and I don't know if my heart could take it.

What will I say to him tomorrow? Can I speak to him without stuttering or flushing like tomatoes?

Oh my goodness, I'm being paranoid again. I need to make myself sleep or I will look like a mummy tomorrow.

Chocho and I are standing in front of the school gates.

"What's wrong, Sarada?" she asks.

Maybe she is confused as to why I suddenly stop walking.

"Chocho, I'm nervous," I confess.

"Huh?" she frowns.

"Do I look weird?" I ask.

"Indeed. Come on, let's go!" she drags me inside the campus.

I'm in front of my locker to change my shoes and when I turn to my right someone opens the locker next to mine and the locker's door hits my face.

"Ouch!" I shout.

Both my palms are on my face. It hurts!

When I'm about to scold someone, that jerk's face appears in front of my face.

"Are you blind or something?" I yell at him.

"I didn't notice your presence, " he excuses.

"Are you serious? You know you have neighboring lockers so you should at least check if someone is there before opening your locker!" I keep scowling at him but he seems not to care at all.

He closes his locker and walks off as if nothing happened.

"Hey, you jerk! Can't you say sorry at least?" I yell, but he doesn't turn back and keeps walking away from me.

That idiot! I hate him!

"Sarada, are you okay?" Chocho asks me. I frown when I enter the classroom and I haven't back to my normal expression.

"I am not okay!" I tell her.

"What happened?" she asks.

"That jerk! I hate that jerk!" I scowl.

"Who do you mean by that jerk?" Chocho asks in confusion. I gaze at him while pouting.

"Kawaki? What did he do?" she keeps asking me.

So, I tell her everything.

"It was an accident I guess," she defends him.

"No, he's the one responsible for it. He has grudges against me," I insist.

"Those accusations..." she murmurs.

"Are you defending him now, Chocho?" I ask her.

"No, that's not what I mean. I judge based on what you told me and I guess it can't be helped sometimes. I was accidentally hit by Yodo's locker before too," she explains.

"And worse than that he did not apologize to me. He did not apologize for making my desk dirty and he never apologizes for hitting me with the ball," I'm upset. That jerk, I want to punch him on his face right now.

Chocho did not respond to my ranting. She should not be the one I'm scowling at.

"I'm sorry, Chocho. I should have not said those things to you. I overreact, " I apologize to her.

"I understand. Don't worry, " she smiles at me.

"Thank you, " I smile back at her.

"Okay, we will do our experiment now. Pairs please fall in line," our Science teacher says gesturing to fall in line so we can get our needed tools for the experiment on the long table.

Wasabi and Iwabe are in the first row. In the second row are Chocho and Mitsuki. In the third row are Shikadai and Inojin. In the Fourth row are Tsubaki and Denki.

We are next.

"Let's fall in line Sarada," I hear Boruto say from behind, and again, I fluster.

I slowly turn to face him. My heart is beating fast and cold drops of sweat appear on my forehead.

"Y-Yeah," I respond to him.

Can you speak to him without stuttering, Sarada? I scold myself in my mind.

I must act naturally in front of him so he won't suspect me of anything weird.

We slowly step forward and when we get to the table, we touch the same tube simultaneously and I immediately remove my hand.

It feels like an electric current flows in my veins when his skin slightly touches mine.

He looks confused as to why I acted that way.

"Are you okay, Sarada?" he furrows.

"H-Huh? O-Of course," I stutter again.

"Oh?" he utters and I smile awkwardly at him.

"Let's get all of these," he points at the tubes we will be using in the activity. I just nod and carefully grasp the tubes. I'm afraid I will drop them out of my nervousness.

We proceed to the table intended for us two. We are in the laboratory room.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" our teacher asks.

"Yes, teacher!" we respond all at once.

"Okay, wear your goggles and gloves," she commands.

We immediately put on the needed accessories to protect ourselves. We are wearing our laboratory uniforms. Our uniforms are cool. We look like little scientists with this.

"Let's do our best here, Sarada," Boruto tells me and I nod in agreement.

I don't feel very nervous this time. I think I get used to his presence somehow.

We start pouring chemicals inside the tube.

I watch as Boruto pours a blue-like liquid inside the tube as our teacher instructs us to do.

"It's my turn," I tell him and he just nods.

I pour a red-like liquid inside the tube.

"Then you exchange liquids with your partners and pour it in the tube remember the same amount as the former," she instructs again.

"I'm afraid I will make mistakes here," he says while pouring the red liquid into his tube.

"What do you mean?" I ask him and pour the blue liquid inside my tube.

"I may ruin your high grades in this subject," he says and I think my cheeks flush.

My irises enlarge. I didn't see it coming. Boruto is concerned about my grades. He is afraid I'm failing them.

"Hey dork!" someone talks beside me and I turn to face whoever it is.

It's the jerk. I didn't know he is right beside me and he is paired with Yodo. And wait, did he just call me a dork?

"What?" I frown at him.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Hey, Sarada!" Boruto calls out to me when I turn to face him, a big smoke appears in front of me. Boruto and I cough badly.

Damn! I pour too much liquid into my tube.

What did you do Sarada? You ruin everything!

I need to apologize to Boruto for what I have done at the laboratory earlier. You're such an idiot, Sarada. You ruin both of your grades. I scold myself again. I am sitting in the classroom feeling all so down.

I stand up and wait for him outside the room and when I see him approaching my direction, I take a deep breath and calm myself. I need to apologize.

"B-Boruto..." I say.

"Huh? What's wrong, Sarada?" he asks while his brows furrow.

"I-I would like to apologize for what happened in the laboratory earlier, " I am so ashamed. I think I'm going to melt in front of him.

He chuckles and speaks to me.

"It's nothing. I know accidents happen. You don't have to worry about it," he assures me with a smile.

His smiles make my heart warm. He's too kind and nice. Who would not admire such a guy?

"Are you sure?" I confirm.

He nods.

"Let's make up with it next time," he tells me and gives me a thumb up.

"Thank you..." I utter.

We wave goodbye at each other and he completely disappears from my eyes.

"You look calm now," Chocho comments.

"Yeah, l have talked to Boruto and apologized to him," I tell her.

"So, did he accept your apology? Was he mad at you?" she asks.

I shake my head and smile.

"He's a nice guy, Chocho. I wasn't wrong admiring such a kind and nice person," I say while smiling.

"I think your feelings for him get deeper and deeper day by day," she remarks.

"Is that so?" I ask her.

"Well, based on your reaction, yes. Well, if you have told him about it earlier he might have been reciprocated your feelings by now," Chocho is saying words vaguely.

"How can you easily say that? I mean we aren't even sure he will though," I pout. I don't know why Chocho is saying these things to me.

"How would you know if you won't try it? Of course, you will begin at confessing to him," she explains.

But how will I do that? I still don't dare to do it. I think it isn't the right time for my feelings to be confessed to him. I need more preparations for it I guess.

"I think I'll wait for the perfect timing," I tell her and she just shrugs.

I wave goodbye at her and walk to our house.

"I'm home," I greet.

"Welcome home, Sarada," my mom's already home. She's wearing her apron maybe she's cooking for our dinner.

"How's school?" she asks.

"A lot of things happened and I'm very tired," I tell her.

"My poor daughter. Five minutes more and the food is ready. But for now, you can change your clothes, " she tells me.

"Yes," I tell her and head straight to my room.

I grab plain paper and a pen. I have decided to start writing him a letter.

Dear Boruto,

7Chapter 4

"Listen, class! Since the School Festival is approaching, I want you to check on the box beside your name with the corresponding club that you want to be a part of. You will be participating in this year's Festival as part of your extracurricular activity point," our class adviser informs us.

She is disseminating papers to each of us to be filled up.

The choices are:

Music Club, Sports Club, Taekwondo and Martial Arts Club, Drama and Theater Club, Research and Development Club, Dance Club, Kitchen Club, and Arts and Designs Club.

After we checked on the box of our choice, we passed it back to our class adviser.

"Which club did you choose, Sarada?" Chocho asks me.

"I checked on the Drama Club," I smile at her.

"Seriously?" she asks in shock.

"Yup," I say and nod.

"Why did you choose that club though?" she asks me with her brows twitching.

"I want to be an actor like Mr. Martin. I think being an actress is cool," I tell her.

"Well, you can memorize a four-stanza poem in just 10 minutes. So, I think memorizing scripts won't be a bother," she comments.

"What about you?" I ask her.

"I choose the Kitchen Club," she replies.

"I didn't know you like cooking, Chocho," my expression is surprised, to be honest.

She shakes her head and says, "nope, I like to eat."

My jaw drops when she said it.

Oh? I didn't see that coming.

"Hey, Boruto, which club did you choose?" I hear Tsubaki asks Boruto.

"Oh, I chose the Sports Club," he responds to her.

"Wow, that's so cool of you. I can't wait to cheer you up in the upcoming Basketball Tournament," she giggles.

"Which club did you join in by the way?" he asks her.

"The Dance Club so, I can cheer for you," she says and giggles again.

"That's so kind of you Tsubaki," Boruto replies nicely.

"Hey Kawaki, which club are you in?" I hear Shikadai asks the jerk.

"None of your business."

How rude.

"Come on, there's nothing to be serious about it," Shikadai adds.

"Leave him Shikadai, let's go somewhere," Inojin calls out for Shikadai and they leave the jerk alone.

He has not gotten any friends since he transferred here. Well, he's a jerk and unfriendly it is not that surprising at all. He is the exact opposite of Boruto and I dislike him.

"Kawaki is cool."

"I hope he will ask me out one day."

I hear the girls gossiping about him again.

I don't know what's going on with them he is just walking in the hallway wearing his apathetic face all the time.

"I don't understand them. Why would such girls go crazy over a jerk?" I frown.

"Kawaki is cool and handsome. It can't be helped," Chocho responds.

"Is that so?" I utter.

Well, they don't know what kind of a jerk he is. There's no way I can withstand such a mean and rude person.

"By the way Chocho, we will have a practice in the Drama Club. Maybe it will be finished late so you can go home already after class," I tell her.

"Are you sure? That will be a little dark," she is worried about me.

"Don't worry, I will be fine," I assure her and she nods.

We will be doing a Cinderella play for the upcoming Festival and I will be doing the role of the Fairy Godmother. I like it so much. I hope I'll get the lead role next time that will develop my skills as an actress.

Chocho did well in the Kitchen Club. She cooks and eats for herself. I chuckle in my mind.

"Sarada, there will be a basketball practice game this afternoon. Will we come?" Chocho asks me.

My heart race when I heard her say about the practice game. Boruto's in the Sports Club and is part of the basketball team.

"Well, it's Boruto playing in the red team," she reminds me then chuckles.

"Let's see. I want to see him play too," I say and she giggles.

We head straight into the stadium after our class to watch Boruto's practice game. When we arrive, a few girls were already there.

"Sarada, let's go over there," she tells me while pointing at the vacant seats near the court.

"This is the best spot, Chocho. We can see Boruto plays here," I remark and she smiles at me.

"Boruto is the Captain of the Red Team," I hear one of the girls say. Chocho looks at me with a grin on her lips.

"Did you hear that? Boruto is the Team Captain," she chuckles.

"Umm. I wonder who is the captain of the Blue Team," I say.

"Well, I don't have an idea about it," she shrugs.

"They are here!" The girl shouts and everyone giggles when they see Boruto and the others come out of the locker room wearing their basketball uniforms.

They come out with some boys from different levels who joined the Sports Club too.

"Wait, Mitsuki is the Team Captain for the Blue Team?" Chocho furrows.

"I guess so," I respond to her.

"Mitsuki's quite good, but with all honesty, he has no match against Boruto. He is a Star Player and an Ace," Chocho remarks.

"The Blue Team has not decided yet who will be their Team Captain, so Mitsuki will just act like one just to make this practice game happen," the coach says.

"So that's it," Chocho utters.

"It hasn't been decided yet. I wonder who will that be," I say.

"We will know when the Festival comes," she says.

All ten members assemble in the middle of the court. The game is about to start.

"Good luck, Boruto!"

A group of girls shouts to show their support for Boruto.

"Eh? How annoying," Chocho complains. I give her an unsure smile.

I look at Boruto and he smiles at them. The girls giggle more and almost faint.

"I think Boruto likes being noticed," Chocho boldly says.

"He is just nice, Chocho," I tell her.

"Why don't you cheer for him? Maybe he will respond with a smile too."

Is she giving me a suggestion?

"H-Huh? I'm not doing that?" I fluster.

"I'm sure you don't. You don't dare to do it," she narrows her eyes looking at me.

My shoulders drop at her statement. I know that I don't have the nerve to do it. All I can do is fluster or stutter in front of him.

The whistle blows and the ball flies in the air.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Shouts from Boruto's fangirls echo inside the stadium.

"He got it!" I bawl.

#boruto fanfiction