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pkg4mumtown · 4 months ago

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Special Weapons and Tactics (Ch. 5)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Original Male Character (OMC)

Rating: Mature

Summary: Another body surfacing doesn't help the already hopeless situation for León. Thankfully, he has someone willing to jump in and pull some strings.

Content Warnings: strong language, first person POV, canon-typical violence, mostly fluff, descriptions of murder, casefic

A/N: (March 8, 2025: The fic has been officially transitioned to Hotch/OMC. The fic sort of got away from me and I realized I've been putting more detail than I should be for a reader insert as I've been writing future chapters. I apologize ahead of time for anyone who enjoyed it as a reader insert, but I wanted to rectify this in the hopes that future chapters wouldn't feel so forced/odd/specific as I write them.) Thanks for sticking it out with me! Hope you enjoy!

Spotify Playlist songs for Chapter 5: Lately, Paralyzer, Rock Your Body, In the Shadows, My Type, Just Like Heaven

Also available on AO3 - I do use a workskin on AO3 for text messaging, so I uploaded screenshots of the texts here. I know this isn’t what iOS looked like in 2010 but I didn’t feel like learning a new workskin lol.

tags: @l-a-u-r-aaa (let me know if you want to be removed since it's not quite what you signed up for anymore)

July 2010

I crouched over the new victim, Gregory Thompson. He fit the victimology of the other victims including the one found on Friday, Jackson. I ran through everything I theorized last night—this morning—two hours ago—whatever. My mind was hazy and sleep deprived, causing me to scrub my face rapidly in an effort to wake up.

“Everything matches, from the castration to the rage but why is he doing this?” I sighed heavily.

“Homophobia?” O’Malley offered. It wasn’t a bad guess but it was too general, too wide.

“Nah,” I absentmindedly scratch at the scruff on my chin that I hadn’t had a chance to address. “This is personal. If it was just homophobia, any random homosexual man would do but he targets these older men specifically. I think they remind him of someone.”

I stood and walked with O’Malley away from the scene, letting forensics do their thing. Her brow was drawn tight when she finally spoke up, “Like a partner?”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” I grunted as I climbed into her car. “How old do you think he looked in that footage?”

“Not much older than mid-thirties maybe, it was hard to tell.”

“And he’s been described as young. So, I’m thinking around the ages of the partners of the victims?”

“You think someone fitting the victimology wronged him and that’s why he’s doing this?” she questioned, starting the vehicle and pulling away from the scene.

“It makes sense,” I sighed, staring out at the shops as we drove back to the station. “There’s just no way to track down couples if they can’t be legally married.” I threw my head back against the headrest of the seat, “What bugs me is the hopping around states, it’s like he just picked a state at random. We had six murders in Missouri but only four in Oregon, why?”

“Cops got too close?”

“Mm,” I thought for a moment and dialed Fielding. “Hey, did all of the suspects in Oregon check out?”

“One second,” I heard her rapidly type. “Yea, all three suspects checked out. All had air-tight alibis.”

Fuck.

I’m not a profiler, but I’m smart.

Come on.

“Ketamine is a controlled substance, schedule three?”

“Yea…,” she answered slowly.

“Check out males in their late twenties to mid-thirties with professions where they could get a script for it. Cross reference with records in Missouri, Colorado, and Maryland.”

“There’s less than legal means, too” Fielding suggested.

“Yea, but the way this guy’s moving, I don’t think he could afford to be buying this constantly,” I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously.

“Alright, I’ll get back to you.”

As we drove back to the station, I got another call.

Hotch.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“We’re wrapping up tomorrow, how’s yours going?” He murmured over the phone, clearly trying not to draw attention to himself.

“Not great. I’m real envious of how fast a whole team gets shit done,” I grumbled. “I found a history starting in Missouri, to Oregon, and now in Maryland. Victimology all matches, they were drugged with ketamine, they’re being castrated, the unsub seems to fit the age of the victim’s partners.

“You think it’s personal?”

“I do,” I hummed. “It’s just a lot to juggle with just me and my analyst.”

“Send it to me.”

“No, Hotch. You guys are in the middle of a case, I’m not going to drag you from one to another with no breather.”

“We should be leaving tomorrow. Let me at least get a profile started for you. How long do you have between murders?”

“Two days, he’s going hunting again tomorrow.”

When I got back to the station, I was diving deep into the case files again. Noon came and went, and I had yet to hear from Fielding. The search must have been far too wide for anything helpful.

I fought to end the jaw cracking yawn that split open my face as my phone rang. It was Hotch again.

“Hey, you’re on speaker. We’re flying your way now. We wrapped up in record time,” Hotch informed me.

“Come on, I told you it wasn’t necessary.”

“The case was comically easy, I need more mental stimulation than that,” I heard Reid in the background.

“There’s nothing comical about murder, Spencer,” I heard Rossi speak up.

“I just mea—,” he was cut off when Hotch started speaking again.

“I already spoke to your chief, we’re coming. Garcia, are you there?”

“Here, sir!”

“Do you mind if I loop in my analyst, too? She’s gotten me this far.”

After getting Fielding on the call, the BAU started assessing the unsub once I sent Hotch all of the information Fielding and I gathered.

“Do you want to start us off?” Hotch directed the question to me. “It’s your case.”

“Sure, thanks,” I cleared my throat and gathered my thoughts. “We have two homicides in the Mount Vernon area of Baltimore, so far. They’re both mid to late forties, homosexual, and have partners a decade younger than them. They were drugged, abducted from local gay clubs, viciously beat, and then castrated while still alive.”

I heard a soft “oh my God,” which I made out to be from Garcia.

“The castration looked clean like they didn’t hesitate, so I assumed they’d done it before. I had Fielding look into murders that fit the victimology, and she found ten other cases like it that have fallen through the cracks. The states seem random from Missouri to Oregon and now Maryland.”

“Look at the ones in Missouri,” I heard Derek speak up. “These were definitely his first ones. The castration is jagged like he hesitated.”

“Or like they struggled. Maybe he didn’t have the dosage right yet,” Rossi jumped in.

“This seems extremely personal. Cutting off genitalia while they’re still alive? He wanted them to suffer,” Reid chimed in.

“He could be jealous of the couples? Maybe he had something like that in the past.” Morgan offered.

“Using ketamine to get them to cooperate suggests he’s calculated in his methods,” Hotch added.

“It suggests a level of planning and desire to minimize risk. He’s not impulsive. He’s choosing them for a specific reason,” Reid agreed.

“There doesn’t seem to be any racial motivation either,” Prentiss said.

“So, he’s using the clubs to find victims who fit his profile. He’d have to be charming, gain their trust. He talked to them for a while before they followed him out, right?” JJ asked.

“Yea, and only as soon as they weren’t around their partners. I thought maybe the age difference might be a trigger. Maybe some relation to the partners of the victims since he seems to be of similar age. Like someone fitting the victimology wronged him and made him snap?” I chimed in.

The group was silent for a beat.

“What if he was cheated on by his older partner? The castration might be a message?” Rossi questioned.

“Maybe he’s trying to send the ex-partner a message,” Reid breathed, like a light bulb just went off in his head. “You said the states seemed random but what if he’s following his ex? When he approached the victims, he could have charmed them into cheating on their partner, therefore fulfilling the profile.”

“And leaving a trail of blood following the ex,” Hotch murmured. “Garcia, look up middle aged men who’ve made the move from Missouri to Oregon to Maryland within the time frames of the murders.

“I have Fielding looking at men in those states who could get access to ketamine, we can see where that overlaps.”

“Good work, we’ll be there soon.”

I hung up the call and breathed a little easier.

“That was pretty remarkable,” I heard O’Malley from the doorway.

“Yea, no kidding,” I scrubbed my face with my hands. “We’ve got a team on the way and some searches running. They think he’s following the partner around the country so we’re trying to look for someone who’d fit the victimology hopping around those states. They’re coming in from Indiana but should be here in an hour or two. We want to try and get ahead of him and based on the past murders, he should be out hunting tomorrow night.”

“Take a breather, kid. Go get some food. You’re doing good work,” the woman smiled and rubbed her temples as she walked away.

Inhaling wasn’t strong enough of a word for what I was doing to the sandwich I managed to find at a nearby shop. Though, not eating for over twenty-four hours would do that. With my mouth full and my forehead resting sleepily in my hand, I nearly missed the soft knock on the door frame.

“Hey,” I heard, making my head shoot up, cheeks bulging.

“Oh, shit,” I stood, wiping my hands on my pants as I struggled to finish what was in my mouth.

“You look like hell,” Hotch murmured.

“Just what every hot girl wants to hear, thanks Hotchner,” I shook his hand for looks as I saw the team watching us from the corner of my eye. It was honestly just an excuse to hold his hand.

“Garcia and Fielding have a hit. You ready?”

I saw the team waiting for permission, “Yea bring ‘em in.”

Hotch waved them in, and they got started immediately.

“Garcia found a match on the unsub’s stressor. His name is Richard Anderson, forty-eight years old,” Hotch started.

“We got him to get us a list of his previous partners and cross referenced with the list from Fielding. We got a match.” Derek finished.

“Parker Foley, thirty-five-year-old pharmacist. Richard admitted to cheating on him two years ago. We got an address here in Maryland,” Rossi watched my eyes widen.

“Let’s go?” I reached down, immediately grabbing my vest, not even waiting for them to start moving as I felt my feet start carrying me through the threshold.

Hotch reached out and grabbed my wrist before I could step out of reach, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“The faster we get this done, the faster I get some sleep,” I gave Hotch a pointed look, daring him to stop me. “I need to finish this, Hotch.”

Seeing the determination and emotion swirling in my eyes, he knew I meant business and relented. I strapped on a green, tactical FBI vest not unlike the one I wore on SWAT missions, preferring the customization to the standard blue vests everyone wore.

Hotch and I climbed into the car first, waiting for the others as we planned on taking two SUVs. We sat in a brief silence as we waited for the rest of the team. Hotch looking over with worried eyes as I picked at the material of my vest.

“León,” he murmured softly. “I know I keep pestering you and I’m sorry. I just—I know this must hit hard for you and I was worried.”

“It’s fine,” I murmured, and immediately felt bad that he felt like he had to apologize for checking up on me. “I’m just frustrated at how easily cases like this fall through the cracks because no one gives enough of a shit about us.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to come,” he placed a comforting hand on my arm and gave me an understanding squeeze before the moment was ripped away as Prentiss and Reid got in the car with us.

“JJ and Morgan are going with Rossi,” Reid announced.

With that we sped off to the address Garcia sent us. Eventually, the SUVs skidded to a halt outside of a seven-story apartment building.

“We’re looking for apartment 5B,” Hotch announced as we exit. “Rossi, JJ, Morgan go for the west entrance. We’ll take the east.”

Everyone nodded and split off toward the two different stairwells. Our guns were drawn as we cautiously made our way up the five flights of stairs while keeping an eye out for Parker. Without running into any other tenants, we approached his apartment door and hugged the wall to prepare for entry. I placed myself on point, reaching for the knob to gently twist it.

Locked.

I stepped away from the wall and readied myself to kick the door in. Morgan reached over, banging on the door to announce our presence and then nodding to me. I forcefully kicked the door open, ignoring the splintered wood in its path. I cleared the initial corners and waved some of them off to the left while the rest of the team followed me to the right and began checking rooms. I approached a closed door, breathing sharply before throwing it open and clearing it quickly. It was a ransacked office with paper everywhere and items knocked over.

“Clear,” I announced to the group.

There was a resounding confirmation that the rest of the apartment was clear, too.

“Hotch,” I called over. “Look at this, it’s a mess.”

“Like someone tore it apart,” he confirmed as he entered, eyes jumping around the room for anything that stood out in the mess.

Pulling a glove from my pocket, I wrapped my finger in it and opened up Parker’s laptop. As the screen blinked on without a lock screen, a Facebook post on Richard’s profile appeared. The caption read, “Love of my life,” with a picture of Richard and a young man who wasn’t Parker.

“Posted thirty minutes ago,” I noticed.

The rest of the team entered the small room, murmuring to each other about the state of it. Rossi read the post, too.

“If this post caused him to lash out like this, he might have moved his timetable up.”

“Look at this,” Hotch found a few sticky notes of clubs nearby littering the desk.

“Those two clubs were from the first two murders,” I commented, recognizing the names immediately.

“He must be going here next,” Hotch held up the last club.

“We can’t go in guns blazing,” Rossi commented as the team discussed tactics. “There will be too many people, he’ll slip away and probably hurt someone in the process. We’ll lose him.”

“Reid and I can go in undercover and get him to approach?” Morgan suggested.

“No, you don't fit the victimology, he won’t care about you,” I pursed my lips. “Reid might fit but you look too young, Derek.”

“I fit,” Hotch stepped forward.

Everyone’s eyes bounced between Reid and Hotch, analyzing if they could make it work. I had no doubt about their abilities but having two of the most socially awkward of the team go in together seemed like a bad idea. That combined with Reid maybe having the most knowledge about the gay community between the two did not bode well.

“I’ll go with you,” I spoke up. “I’m around Parker’s age, it might trigger him more. Hotch and I fit the other victims and partners pretty spot on. I also have experience in the community.”

“Thank you,” Reid sighed gratefully. “No offense,” he rushed to say, realizing he had said it out loud.

“None taken,” Hotch gave Reid’s shoulder a pat. “Let’s get ready.”

The team cleared out of the office so I could change, having an old outfit from another undercover operation in my go-bag. It was also my only other option besides the collared button down and hybrid tactical pants I currently wore. They weren’t exactly party material.

I pulled a pair of tight black jeans out of my bag along with nicer looking boots. Tugging them on was a chore, especially in a rush and I had to adjust myself several times to feel somewhat comfortable in the front. I located a leather belt in the depths of the bag to round off the outfit. Shrugging off my button down, I searched around for the top I thought I pulled out and sighed, kneeling back down to dig in the bag for it.

A soft knock sounded at the door, “Come in,” I answered, finally finding it.

“Hey, is this—uh,” Hotch started and stopped as soon as he located me in the room.

“Come in,” I urged him, shaking out the high-neck tank top and watching his eyes lose focus and drift down my exposed chest.

“Is this, um, okay?” He tried looking everywhere else as he presented his outfit to me.

I tugged the top over my head, leaving my shoulders and arms exposed nearly up to my traps. The bottom hem was cropped and ended about two inches above my belt. I smirked seeing Hotch’s eyes drawn to the trail of hair there.

He had changed his pants to dark jeans and lost the tie, leaving his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, “Lose the jacket, too. Might get warm inside.”

He shrugged out of it, pulling his dress shirt tight to his chest, “Good?”

“Mmm,” I hummed and stepped in closer, aiming my hand for his chest. My fingertips barely skimmed the skin where his top button was undone, “Undo this one, too.” I undid the second button before he could move, “More to look at.” I patted his chest and stepped around him, leaving the office and him standing here to collect himself.

“God damn,” someone mumbled under their breath as I found the team.

“He dress like that the times you ran into him?” Morgan murmured to Reid, who was in a trance.

“No comment,” he answered, quickly shutting his mouth. “Yes.”

“Damn,” Morgan muttered, watching Emily volunteer to help me with my wire.

“Mhm, imagine my disappointment,” Reid sighed.

I did one final spin to make sure the wires wouldn’t come loose, non-verbally gauging the opinion of the team.

“Hot, Doc,” Derek spoke up first, looking over my outfit for my gun, “Are you packing?”

I gave him a smirk, implying something far dirtier.

“Get the hell out of here,” he shook his head and shoved me away.

I laughed as I retreated and spun around, meeting Hotch, who had already been wired.

“Ready?” I asked, ruffling my closely cropped hair into something less federal agent-like, hopefully.

“Sunset’s barely started, we should get going,” he murmured with his brow tight in concentration.

“We’ll be tapping into the cameras inside. Let us know when you see him,” Rossi gave us one last instruction.

We borrowed a car from the station and headed over, making it quickly since the station was only about ten minutes away. The rest of the team would be nearby in vans monitoring the operation and ready to act as soon as we caught Parker.

Hotch seemed tense in the driver’s seat, tapping the steering wheel to silence since he’d immediately turned the radio off when the car started. I couldn’t tell if he was being his usual stoic self or if he was nervous about what we had to do and was too professional to say anything. It would be his first kiss with a man after all, I realized.

“Relax, hermoso, you’ll do fine,” handsome, I teased, hoping to ease his nerves. I fished lip balm out of my pocket, quickly putting some on and offering it to Hotch, “I don’t like dry lips on either party.”

Hotch huffed, cracking a glimpse of a smile, and took it from me, applying it quickly before handing it back to me.

After parking the car, we made the short walk to the club. I easily fell into step with Hotch, slipping an arm around his waist and hooking my fingers into his belt loop. I felt his arm lay heavily over my shoulders and pull me close, tucking me into his side. I was a few inches shorter than him, making the action easy, but most definitely outweighed him. His body began relaxing the closer we got, made known by the kiss he dropped on my touseled hair.

The transition from the fairly quiet outside to the loud, thumping inside the club was a stark change. I felt bad for the team’s ears as the sudden sound traveled through the mics to their headphones. We found a single chair open at the bar and made a beeline for it in the crowded area.

“This is going to be more difficult than we thought,” I heard him murmur close to my head.

“It’s Sunday night, what did you expect?”

Hotch pulled the chair out and waved me to sit. What a gentleman.

“You sit, honey. I wanna dance,” I pouted, separating myself from him.

Hotch sat on the bar stool with his knees wide and pulled me closer by my hands to stand between his legs. His head tilted up at me endearingly, searching my face for how I was going to respond to the position, “Have a drink with me first.”

“Fine,” I leaned forward, snaking my arms around his shoulders. Without missing a beat, I pressed my lips against his to get the first one out of the way. Immediately, his hands clung to my waist and wrapped around my body to hold me close. I pulled back much sooner than I would have liked, smiling at the way his eyes hadn’t quite caught up and remained half closed. “I’ll have what you’re having,” I smiled and dropped another quick kiss to his dazed smile.

Fuck. Me.

We’re working, we're working…

I leaned up against the bar while hanging off Hotch’s shoulder, mindful of the patron to my other side. I didn’t want to accidentally bump into the patron as I took up the space between his stool and Hotch’s. My hand moved to Hotch's hair at the base of his neck, then ventured around to rest on his opposite shoulder. His hand found my lower back, trailing it up, down, and then much lower to imply ownership. I had to bite back several moans as his hand grew a mind of it’s own as he got into character, squeezing the muscles of my ass every so often.

Hotch took charge of the drinks, flagging down the bartender and ordering two glasses of scotch.

We toasted our glasses and took long sips to shake off any lingering nerves. We scoped out the crowd discretely, only stopping to whisper anything we noticed to other for the team to hear, creatively designed to look like a variety of kisses. The more playful we came across, the better.

Not too long in, both of our glasses were half empty when I felt one of Hotch's hands grab me by the hip. I stumbled a bit, not expecting it since I was swaying to the music with my drink. I played along, following the direction his hand tugged me until I was seated on his thigh.

“This seat taken?” I cooed as I sat, catching myself in his lap. He didn’t respond, just tugged me even closer with his hand bringing my torso closer to his roughly, “Fuck, papi,” I let out a whine, making a show of nearly spilling my drink.

Hotch's face moved closer to mine, an uncharacteristically wide smile on his face, “Sorry, sweetheart.” His lips brushed mine quickly, “Twelve o’clock.”

I gave him room to look, moving my lips to his chin.

“Eleven,” he murmured against my cheek.

I pressed another kiss to his jaw. I felt his fingers dipping under my shirt, making me squirm, and I barely resisted biting the skin of his jaw in retaliation.

“Ten. He stopped. He’s looking,” Hotch murmured against the shell of my ear and I felt an involuntary shudder run through my body.

I finally pulled away with a scandalous gasp, “You're filthy.”

“Just getting warmed up,” he grinned back, running a hand high up my thigh.

I was going to have to readjust after that.

I knocked the rest of my drink back and stood up off his thigh, “’Kay, all done.” I wobbled on my feet for show. “Time for dancing,” I grabbed his hands, trying to pull him to his feet.

“Go ahead, baby. I want to finish my drink,” he said loud enough that hopefully Parker overheard.

“No, fun,” I pouted. I leaned down for one more kiss, the alcohol in my veins making me braver.

It was purely selfish.

My tongue slid along the seam of his lips, his mouth barely beginning to open when I pulled away. I turned around to saunter away when I felt a sting on my ass. I turned to throw him a look over my shoulder, finding him smirking back.

“Did he really just fucking do that?” I muttered as I made my way over to the dance floor. I could only hope the team’s reaction to the exchange was as hilarious as I imagined.

Now, I just had to wait for the buzz of an incoming text from the team telling me when they moved. I tried to stay near the outskirts of the dance floor but didn’t want to be noticed either. My view of Hotch was severely limited as a result. I finally saw a foreign head appear next to Hotch’s after a few minutes. Parker had clearly waited for me to leave first before moving closer to Hotch.

“Is anyone sitting here?” an unfamiliar voice sounded next to Hotch. Parker stood next to the newly vacated seat next to Hotch. The patron had left at some point while we were drinking.

Hotch feigned being surprised well considering he had been subtly tracking Parker's movements since I left.

“Uh, no, please,” Hotch smiled pushing my empty glass away.

“Thanks,” Parker smiled pleasantly, turning to hold his bag in his lap as he sat.

A few moments passed with Hotch spinning his glass on the bar top. He took a quick sip and looked Parker's way again, who was doing a good job of looking diligently at the menu.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Hotch finally spoke up.

“Oh, that’s okay…”

“Please? I insist,” Hotch leaned toward him, letting his eyes drift down Parker's body.

“Okay,” he tucked a stray brown hair behind his ear shyly, giving Hotch his best doe eyes. He reached a hand out to Hotch, “Parker.”

“Adam,” Hotch, responded.

I glanced over every now and then, trusting the team to let me know when something happened, but being overcautious at the same time. Hotch scooted incrementally closer until there would have been no room to stand where I had been standing between those two seats.

Progress, good.

I didn’t linger watching them just in case Parker decided to look out at the dance floor. I found an all too willing dance partner and focused on the feeling of the phone in my pocket to combat the effect of the scotch as a result of my poor eating habits today.

“So, your—uh—boyfriend? Is he coming back?”

Hotch cocked his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Oh, come on. I saw him walk away when I got here,” Parker took a sip of the drink Hotch bought him to mask whatever bitter emotion was crossing his features. “He’s cute.”

“Sure, but between you and me...” Hotch leaned forward into Parker’s space, “...he thinks he’s a lot more important than he is.”

Parker was silent but nodded for Hotch to continue.

“I have a stressful job and, well, he just makes it worse with his constant bitching,” Hotch shrugged. “He’s only really good for one thing,” Hotch let his eyes flick down to Parker’s pants.

“Mm, he sounds awful,” Parker responded, pretending not to notice. He suddenly leaned into Hotch, making Hotch almost recoil at how fast he moved. Parker placed a steadying hand on Hotch’s thigh, sliding it upward, “Do you mind handing me one of those napkins.” He tilted his chin toward the stack of napkins over Hotch’s shoulder.

Hotch was all too aware of the vulnerability of this and made a mental note to not touch his drink after. He turned back to Parker seeing him rifling through his bag only to bring his hand out empty.

“Thanks, I thought I brought my eye drops. I think someone around here has a cat or something,” Parker dabbed at his eyes.

Hotch knew exactly what Parker was doing while his back was turned but played along, “Oh, how awful. Are you okay?”

“Yea, yea,” Parker moved to stand up. “I’m gonna get some air, maybe a smoke will do me some good.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yea,” Parker smiled sweetly, grabbing onto Hotch’s forearm. “You can join me if you want.”

“I could use a...smoke,” Hotch stood. He placed a coaster over the glass and moved to walk with Parker outside.

“You’re just gonna leave that?” Parker asks innocently, pointing at Hotch’s glass.

“Oh, yea. I don’t want him to come looking for me if the bartender takes it,” Hotch lied smoothly.

“O—okay.”

My thigh buzzed, making me look up instantly. I saw Hotch’s taller frame first, his head bobbing through the crowd with Parker in front of him. I traced their path and saw that Parker was taking him to the back exit. I didn’t move until their backs were entirely toward me and Parker’s hand was on the back door. I slowly started moving, breaking out into a run as soon as the door closed behind them. Leaning against the wall just next to the door, I ripped open the Velcro holding the inner ankle seam of my pants together. I had learned my lesson after trying to tug my pants up on a different undercover operation. I drew my gun and reached for the handle.

Once Hotch let the door close behind him, Parker was taking his hand and tugging Hotch toward him.

“Come here,” Parker bit his bottom lip, letting himself be backed up against the brick by the taller man.

“Thought you needed some air,” Hotch—Adam—smirked.

“I lied,” Parker grinned, using one of his hands to bring Hotch down by his neck.

The kiss was rough and aggressive. It’s nothing like the kisses Hotch shared with León earlier and he decided immediately that he hated it. He broke the kiss, instead running his mouth along Parker’s jaw and down his neck while keeping track of his hands for any sudden movements. He lost one hand, and the thought made his heart rate pick up.

What contingencies did this guy have?

Hotch didn't have to wait long before the door they just came out of squeaked open. My voice boomed from next to them, “FBI, put your hands up!”

Hotch let go of Parker, slowly putting his hands up and taking a step back. Once Parker realized that Hotch didn’t look nervous about the situation, he realized he’d been made. Parker’s furious eyes glared into Hotch as I ordered him to put his hands up again. A glint of metal caught my eye as Parker’s hand twitched, “Needle!”

Parker’s hand flew up, but Hotch was quick to catch his wrist and pin it to the wall, not caring about the brick biting into his knuckles. Parker struggled against Hotch but he pressed a forearm against the murderer’s throat to prevent him from squirming. I could see the team running into the alley with guns drawn, making me sigh in relief. I approached cautiously, fishing a glove from my pocket and prying the syringe from his fingers carefully. With the drugs secured, Hotch roughly turned him around, pressing him up against the wall face first. Morgan took over and slapped cuffs on Parker and directed him away.

As they took him away, I found the discarded cap to the needle and carefully recapped it without incident. I passed it off to one of the attending officers who, thankfully, had a plastic bag on him.

“Good work,” Rossi gave Hotch a slap on the shoulder and turned toward me. “You, too, kid.”

Everyone exited the alley except for Hotch and me. He looked positively disheveled but in a cute way, with his shirt rumbled, hair a mess, and kiss-swollen lips. The adrenaline was beginning to die down in my veins, causing my shoulders to droop. My energy, both physically and mentally, had been more than expended over the last two days. I finally let myself feel the emotions I’d felt since I learned about the case. My eyes stung and I pressed the heel of my palms against them to mitigate the feeling, deciding too late to turn away from Hotch. A sob barely escaped my lips before I felt Hotch’s arms engulf me and cradle me against his chest.

“Shhh, you did a great job,” he murmured against my forehead. “We got him. He can’t hurt anyone else.”

With one last shuddering breath, I pulled back and wiped my face, “Thanks, sorry.

“No need to be sorry.”

Hotch’s eyes were watery, but the dam didn’t break.

I really want to kiss him again.

By the looks of it, so did he. His face got closer but stopped short as he resigned to just press his forehead against mine. I kept a firm hand on his chest to let him know it wasn’t the best of ideas.

“I know,” he murmured. “Would it be okay if it did happen again, though? Some time?”

I nearly snorted with how absolutely ridiculous the question was, “Yes, Hotch, it can happen again.”

Though, despite my feelings on the matter, I didn’t expect that it would be as natural as he might hope. Our emotions all ran high during this operation and I was sure once that wore off, we’d be back to dancing around it.

“Good.”

“You know they’re making bets on you, right?” I stepped out of his comforting embrace.

“I don’t doubt it. Who told you?”

“Derek. But, oh, how I love sabotaging office bets,” I smirked.

Chapter 6

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gegewrites · 3 years ago

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Texting ashtray be like- p4

9am

You: yo kid what u doing today

Fruit looooop:nothing

Fruit looooop: fez got that play

You: aight

You: imma pick u up @ 12

Fruit looooop: bet

11:50

You: yo

You:why tf you street covered in cops and swat

You: y’all get raided?

Your pov

I got out of my car and walked towards the officer by his car blocking the street.

“Yo what happened? I live here.”

“Clearing out in a few miss.” He answered.

“Ash!” I heard Fezco yell as an ambulance drove up,

I moved away as it passed me.

“That’s my boyfriend.” I moved past the officer quickly as I closed in on a swat car. Then k saw fez and Faye.

“Ash! Fuck man!” Fez yelled as he was placed on the stretcher. His white suit stained with blood. He was shot.

“Fezco!” I yelled, I ran towards the ambulance but I was grabbed.

“You can’t be here ma’am.” The swat guard said as he held me back. Faye was loaded into a cop car as the ambulance doors closed.

“That’s my boyfriend! Please!” I felt something wrap around my wrists. Cuffs. Cold steel cuffs.

#euphoria #euphoria fandom #euphoria fic #gegewrites #ashtray euphoria #textingstory #ashtray #fezco

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littlefreya · 5 years ago

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The Kitten & the Bear - Part 1

Intro: This story is a collab and was written by both @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I. It was born out of a fun role play we have going on. We ended up having so much a fun with this particular idea that we thought we should post it as a 3 part story and share it with the rest!

| Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 |

Summary: After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans.

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, vandalism, dominant overprotectiveness, BDE, husband stalking his wife, sexual innuendo, dirty inappropriate talks, mentions of sex and oral, weed and alcohol usage. Sex in the next parts :D Walter is a Boomer.

A/N: We didn’t beta it and did transform it from 2nd to 1st person POV, really hoping you guys will enjoy it as we did. Feel free to share your thoughts.

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

Nothing chilled my heart more than waking up in an empty bed. Walter was already gone, leaving his side of the mattress cold and abandoned. A heavy sigh broke from my lips, I stroked the ghost of the kiss that still tingled on my cheek, knowing he planted it there before heading to work.

Sadness seeped into my heart as I realised I won't see him today. Our work scheduled conflicted and I have scheduled a "date night" with my girls in the evening. Picking up my phone, I texted him a pouty emoji and then headed to get my day started.

Walter left me on read, which just fuelled the brat in me. When he called during his lunch break, he was taciturn as usual, and most of the call was about his disapproval of us girls going out without at least one male friend or a boyfriend to chaperone.

"Oh my god, Walter, this is not the 50s! Women can leave their house without a husband tagging along!" I grunted and berated him, "stop acting like someone is going to kidnap me!!! I'm an adult woman!" I snapped at him while sitting at the cafe. People sitting around stared quietly as I hung up the phone, and stormed out.

~~~

Walter looked at his mobile phone, shocked. He couldn't even remember the last time someone hung up on him, let along his wife.

"Fucking brat," he muttered as he pocketed it.

After lunch, he went into the precinct. Since it was flu season and they were having a shortage of uniformed officers, he volunteered to patrol tonight. Assuming he might even be able to check up on me wherever I get to town. Just to keep me safe. That's right. Not from jealousy. Not because I'll be all dolled up and tipsy and every man in the vicinity will ogle me.

~~~

As the evening loomed, I was in dire need of letting loose. Walter had left me incredibly frustrated, acting like a police officer from hell rather than my husband. Going through my closet, I stumbled upon the most outrageous piece of wardrobe: a black strappy thing with corset details at the front. The same one I've worn for our first date which of course ended up with Walter and I dry humping like two horny teenagers at the back of his truck and him eating me out until I came all over his beard 4 times.

I slapped a dark red lipstick and put on a pair of red "fuck me" pumps before leaving to meet the gals in a new night club that had just opened. I might or might not have a rolled-up joint in my purse.

~~~

Walter was sitting in a patrol vehicle on the opposite side of the street from the new fancy club with translucent walls. We were all sitting beside the window at a small table full of cocktail glasses, but the girls were gesturing toward the dance floor. Walter chose a dark spot on the street to park the car and was wearing a beanie.

But he didn't need it. He knew I was oblivious to him and also to the men staring at me from 3 different tables. He ground his teeth frustrated when he first noticed that I was wearing that dress. His blood boiled as I was slowly sipping a cocktail with a sexy little pout around the long straw.

"Let's dance!!! I wanna dance!!!" I whined at my friend Keylah, grabbing her wrist and dragging her with me. My posture was slightly unstable after two cocktails and probably not enough food to pad my belly. She followed me to the dance floor while Stephanie remained in her seat, talking to some guy just for the sake of trolling. He'd been hitting on each one of us unsuccessfully.

After an hour of dancing with Keylah, swaying my ass in ways that didn't leave any imagination to the men lurking, I remembered the little treat I had in my purse and decided we should take a small break to breathe some fresh air.

I grabbed the girls, and we walked outside.

"Okay, don't you dare mention this to Walter," I warned them as I took the joint out from my purse.

"Daddy Magnum gonna punish you?" Steph teased while I lit the weed.

"Oh, you have no idea, he gave me shit about seeing you tonight without a male chaperone, like this is Mad Man or something."

"Woah! Walter is a boomer!!!" Keylah teased, and we all laughed hysterically.

~~~

Unbeknownst to me, Walter was watching us dance from his patrol car, getting more and more frustrated by the hour. He observed as I gathered both girls and came out on the street, walking a couple of meters away from the entrance. A frown fell on his face as he saw me taking a lighter out from my purse.

"She doesn't even smoke, what the hell?" he fumed.

His eyes widened when he saw the telltale shape of a joint between my fingers. His mouth was agape as I lit it up and started smoking and passing it around. "What the fuck? Where did she get that?" he muttered incredulously.

'It's fucking illegal in Minnesota, what the fuck? A cop's wife at that!' He thought, rage simmering in his gut.

The police radio suddenly began buzzing, the sergeant calling on the line.

"Hey Marshall, Toby came in for the night shift after all. Do you want him to keep you company?"

'And see Walter's wife going to town on a spliff? No fucking way.'

"No, Sarge, thanks. It's uh... calm tonight." He frowned from afar. "Nothing but law-abiding citizens," he replied, hoping his sarcasm didn't go through while he was watching the wife of a respected detective drunk and smoking weed in the great outdoors.

"All right" the sarge concluded and cut the line, and Walter put back the radio.

‘Un-fucking-believable.'

~~~

The girls and I fell into a fit of wild giggles, thoroughly buzzed and high at the same time. My skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn't even bother fixing it as the combination of drugs and alcohol made me frivolous and careless.

"Is Walter such a nerd in bed too? Is he one of those guys who won't even make a sound because they are ashamed of it?" Stephanie asked to which I immediately snorted.

"Walter fucks like a beast from hell," I answered and put off the remains of the joint against the heel of my shoe.

"I had to go to the gyno at least four times in the past because he was too violent, and trust me, the noise he makes, luckily no one called the police yet…"

"Jennifer, your husband is the police!" Keylah answered, and we burst into another fit of giggles which then gradually died down.

The same man who bugged us from before followed us outside, giving us some stares and making a suckling voice with his lips. I snorted at him and told him to fuck off before putting my arms around my girls.

"This place sucks, let's go grab something to eat from the store, if Walter sees me like this I will NEVER hear the end of it".

~~~

Walter was watching us walk away, still furious about my illicit behaviour. He promised himself that he'd have a serious conversation with me about this tomorrow. He gave us two blocks of a head start and then ignited the engine of the car and made a U-turn, slowly he rolled towards the store and saw us enter. He made another U-turn in front of the store to park across the street. He just hoped that we'll buy some nachos and a coke and then call it a night, and call a cab to go home.

~~~

It was close to 1am. We barged into the store, marching through as if we owned the place. Keylah stopped by the condoms section and threw a bottle of lube in my direction. "Here you go, Jennifer, you gonna need it".

I laughed and threw it back at her, grabbing a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

"Better fuck his brains before he starts asking where you've been tonight," Stephanie added.

"Can you girls please behave?" The clerk-lady requested politely, giving us a prudent look. I rolled my eyes at her and then stopped short as I saw a large stuffed grizzly bear that reminded me of Walter. I grabbed it and hugged it tightly just as I got the sudden urge to misbehave.

"Girls…" I whispered, making them come closer, "bet you a 20 I can sneak this out without paying!"

~~~

Walter's shoulders slumped, and he let out an irritated groan when he saw one of the girls throwing things inside the store. Though, he sighed in relief when I paused this stupid game, and a small smile tugged the edge of his mouth when I hugged a huge stuffed bear that reached down to my thighs and was high above the top of my head as I squeezed it to my torso.

The way I looked at the bear reminded him of the loving looks I always gave him. But a sense of foreboding assaulted him as we started whispering and pointed at the door.

~~~

"Okay, okay… shush!" I whispered way too obvious and held the stuffed animal behind my back.

"Hey Keylah, can you pay for my chips?" I asked and backed away toward the door, nearly stumbling on my heels and holding the laughter in my gut.

Noticing my attempt, the old woman cleared her throat, giving me a glare, "You are going to have to pay for that or I will call the police…"

"Her husb…"

"Shut up, Stephanie!" Keylah shouted and threw a bottle of lube in her direction, accidently hitting my shoulder, which made me drop the bear on the floor.

"Key, you fucking bitch!!!" I answered and picked up the bottle, throwing it back at her.

"Hey stop that!!!!" The clerk demanded and walked back behind the counter, picking up her phone.

We ignored her, laughing like schoolgirls and throwing the bottle back and forth between us. Boxes of tampons and condoms fell to the floor as we moved through the hygiene section shouting playfully.

As Keylah threw the bottle at me for the 12th time, I lifted it and threw it so hard it hit the window and broke it, causing the store's alarm to go off immediately.

"Oh… fu……..ck" I uttered.

~~~

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no," Walter panicked as he saw us vandalising the store. He was immediately ready to jump out of the car, but then it would be obvious he'd been keeping an eye on me. He had to wait for the call.

He wasn't even hoping that the clerk would not involve the police in the matter. She has to. ‘Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.’

When he saw the lady picking up the phone, he buried his face in his palms and rubbed it tiredly.

"Stupid, fucking bitches" he sighed, not believing his wife being so reckless.

He picked up the buzzing radio and said, "Marshall. I'm here. On it."

Without delay, he took the beanie off and got out of the car with his badge and gun ready.

~~~

Fingers dug into my hair, I stared wide-eyed at the broken window, immediately regretting all my decisions in the last couple of hours.

'Walter was going to fucking kill me'.

"I am soooooooo……." I began to say, turning to the clerk slowly while Keylah and Steph held their hands over their mouths. "So sorry." I stretched out while the alarm continued ringing in my ears.

Then just like out of a nightmare, stepping through shards of broken glass with his big black boots, I saw Walter walking in, his brows knit together, his badge and his gun held out but kept low. He was enormous and menacing, yet the sight of him comforted me.

"Oh thank god, it's you!" I call out relieved.

~~~

The glass cracked beneath his steps as he walked in. He looked around and checked the store for cameras. 'Fuck, there were CCTVs'.

He hoped to snatch me away and take care of the situation without involving... well himself but now that there was evidence it wasn't possible anymore. I was looking at him like a frightened little girl, but he couldn't help me, and frankly, he didn't feel like it either.

He looked at the clerk, showed her his badge and said in a neutral tone "MPD. What seems to be the problem?"

~~~

My breath hitched at his "cop voice" and the way he asked the clerk.

Stepping back and standing in the middle of the group, the three of us gaped at him with utter dumbfoundedness. Both my heart and gut dropped to the messy floor out of fear, and the way he carried himself, looking so menacing and authoritative made my panties drenched with arousal.

"Officer, thank god you arrived! These three tried to steal a stuffed animal and started wreaking havoc in the store, throwing stuff around like children and speaking offensively!" The old woman explained and stood in the middle of the mess, looking helpless.

My eyes rounded with false innocence, and I nibbled my bottom lip, giving Walter a vulnerable look.

Walter was patiently listening to the clerk. Not a muscle flinched on his face as if he'd known everything. He took his notebook and a report form out and took care of the paperwork.

The old lady eyed the three of us nervously while Walter was scribbling, and she hesitantly asked, "I'm sorry, Officer, but shouldn't you handcuff them? They might run."

Walter's curly head lifted, and he flashed the lady a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry, ma'am. They won't run."

"Is he serious?" Steph whispered, and I elbowed her, giving Walter a rather pissed off smile as he pretended not to know us at all and treated me like any other criminal.

Was it that just for show? Probably. We were going to have a serious talk about boundaries once we'd get home.

Walter finished writing his report and made the lady sign it before turning to look at the three of us, clenching his jaw.

After a long, stern silence, I finally spoke, "Can I still get the teddy bear?"

Walter's nostrils flared as he dug into his pocket, pulled out a 20-dollar bill, slammed it on the counter and said to the clerk "For the bear."

At first, the lady was dumbfounded, then she blurted out outraged "Why are you buying a gift for a criminal?"

Walter didn't even spare her a look. He picked up the bear and looked at me with unflinching, stern eyes that made all three of us take a step backwards.

"Because she's my fucking wife."

The tone of his voice made the three of us startle, and I released a small gasp, seeing the look on his face. Walter made a gesture with his hand singling us to walk out of the store in order, and we did as he commanded. At the same time, my eyes gave him a mischievous smirk, mistaking this behaviour for a show.

Walter left the store last and immediately commanded, "To the car".

When we got there on the opposite side of the street, he opened the car and shoved the teddy bear on the passenger seat, then turned back, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at all three of us.

"Here's how it's gonna happen. We go in the precinct, fill out the forms, you stay the night, and most likely will be charged with a misdemeanour. Although the weed might be more problematic." He glared at me pointedly.

The girls and I collectively gasped.

"Now get in the back seat, all of you."

With shuddering legs, Keylah and Steph obediently entered the patrol car. I stared at Walter as he stood there towering over me, his massive arms crossed around his broad chest.

Still intoxicated, I looked at him with disbelief, realising two things: he arrived at the scene in less than two minutes after the lady called the police, which is impossible. And two, he couldn't possibly know I had weed on me unless…

"Were you stalking me?!" I called out, ignoring the police officer and speaking to my husband. My hands went to my hips, my face sulking.

"Oh my god, Walter! You were! Weren't you?" I frowned and shook my head, grunting with disgust.

"You are in no position to reproach me for anything right now", Walter said, seemingly calm. "But if you wanna know, I was patrolling in the neighbourhood and decided to check up on you. I saw the way you were shaking your ass for strangers" he spat, but he let his eyes roam the tight dress, and the way he subtly licked his lips made me sure he remembered exactly which dress it was.

"Do as you're fucking told and get in the car or you're gonna find yourself in even bigger trouble."

"Oh my god, Walter!!! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled at him and stepped back, throwing my hands in the air furiously.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! MY OWN HUSBAND STALKING ME?! What's next Walter? You gonna put an ankle bracelet thingy on me, so I don't get to leave the house without your fucking permission?!"

I got so angry, my hands pushed at his chest, to which he didn't even budge, and only his jaw tightened.

"I am NOT getting into that car, and you are going to let Keylah and Steph go before you are going to be in trouble!"

Keylah and Steph were both watching with utter fascination as they saw the growing tension in Walter's posture.

Once Keylah and Steph were inside the car, they felt like the immediate danger was over. Their drunkenness and high made them reckless again and they started cheering me in the verbal fight with my husband.

Walter was on the verge of bursting, it was evident from his face. He took a menacing step towards me and despite my anger, a pang of arousal shot in my core.

"Get. in the. fucking. car" he growled in a barely audible voice. He gave me one last chance to voluntarily obey him.

I moved closer toward him, my head tilting up to meet his menacing gaze, my breasts ghostly brushing against his hard torso.

"I am not going anywhere with you," I answered unflinchingly. "Keep this attitude up, and the whole town will get to enjoy me swaying this ass long before you do." I teasingly slapped my own ass and then smirked arrogantly as I heard the girls cheering at the backseat

"That's it."

Quick as lightning, Walter's hands uncrossed and shot out. He grabbed my arms, turned me around with dizzying speed and slammed my torso down on the hood of the police car.

"Jennifer Marshall, you are under arrest for destruction of property, public intoxication and obstruction of a law enforcement officer."

I gasped incredulously as I felt the metal handcuffs closing on my wrists while Walter was performing his duty automatically and methodically. I'd never seen him make an arrest, let alone manhandle me like this.

With my cheek pressed against the cold metal, I could see both Keylah and Steph gape at us, eyes and mouth wide with daze.

Still intoxicated, I hissed as a shiver of fear and sexual arousal shot through my spine, creeping all the way down to my throbbing core.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I cried out in protest. "I am your wife!"

My attempt to stand up brought my ass to collide with his crotch, where I felt the unmistakable throb of his blood circulating down to his groin.

"Are you also getting the feeling that they're gonna fuck?" Steph whispered to Keylah, loud enough for us to hear.

"Shush!" she answered and stared, licking her lips.

"Let me go, you fucking pig!" I screamed and squirmed on the hood helplessly.

"Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law" Walter continued in his deep cop voice as if I hadn't even spoken.

"Say his dick, girl!" Keylah shouted, and Steph wooed, but they quickly shut up and resorted to concealed giggling as Walter shot angry eyes at them. He stepped closer to secure his hold on the handcuffs, and I felt the warm coarse material of his jeans at the back of my thighs.

"If you don't want to add resisting arrest and possession of narcotics to your offences, shut the fuck up and stop squirming."

"Fuck” I hissed, which didn't go unnoticed by Walter. My ass naturally shifted against his hardening bulge, and I moaned gently, not loud enough for the girls to hear but definitely heard by Walter, who had his hand around my cuffed wrists.

"You're enjoying this, big guy?" I spit out sardonically, "controlling your wife like you always want to, hmm?"

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

"I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me."

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adezahnae · 4 years ago

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While We’re on a Little Trip (Part 8)

A/N: THE LAST PART FOR THIS SEASON! IM NOT SURE IF I SHOULD DO SEASON THREE BUT THAT WILL BE UO TO GUYS!! ENJOY!💕💕

Warnings: angst, cliff hanger, plot twist, mentions of abortion

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @janedukiesworld @staynctzen127 @keeach @nanascupid @winwiniee @stormxiii05 @winkoes

Your POV

“Sir this is your wife?” The police officer asked. “Yes. Now please tell me what happened.” He said. “There’s been a suicide here and we wanted to make sure that-” “Make sure that what?” Jaehyun asked in a stern voice. “That it was a true suicide and if your wife didn’t have anything to do with...” The cop stammered. He looked intimidated.

“You know me don’t you?” Jaehyun asked. “Y-Yes sir I do..” He mumbled. “Then you know that I hate cops that assume shit that doesn’t have any full proof.” He said as he walked towards the cop. “U-Uh Jaehyun..” I mumbled. “Sir we just tried to make sure-” “No. what you need to make sure of is this: if my wife had anything to do with this, then you would have known by the fingerprints, the way her body is laying and where the gun is. You will sit here and tell me that my wife had anything to do with this right after she just watched her sister take her own fucking life.” Jaehyun said. The police officer gulped. “Sir-” “Get out of here and clean this place up.” Jaehyun said.

“Yes sir..” The police officer said. “Thank you..” Jaehyun replied. He turned to me. “I’ll deal with you later..” He said. I shook in fear as he walked away. How in the fuck did he learn to have so much authority?

- -

The police left with my Alexa’s body and the evidence they needed leaving me with only Jaehyun and his men. “Okay since that’s taken care of, pack her and my daughter’s things and put them in the car.” He said. They all nodded and began to do so.

“Come to Daddy, Lia.” He smiled at her. She wiggled out of my grip and ran into his arms. “My baby! Did you enjoy your time with Y/n?” He asked. “Yeah! But it wasn’t so fun last night. We left without you and Mommy said that you couldn’t come..” She pouted. “Mommy?” He asked. “Yeah, Mommy Y/n.” She said pointing at me. I looked away from him. “Well..I’m here now, and I’m not gonna leave and neither are you guys okay?” He said. “Okay!” She exclaimed.

“Y/n..aren’t you gonna come and hug me? Don’t you miss me?” He asked. “Fuck no! All of you, put my shit down!” I yelled. They didn’t listen and continued to pack everything. I grabbed my bag this tall guy had and tried to take it from him. “Let it go!” I exclaimed. As we were tugging it back and forth, my pregnancy test fell out on the ground making me gasp.

I quickly tried to scramble for it until Jaehyun snatched it up before me. He looked at it. “So you were going to leave me, while having two of my kids?” He asked looking at me. “It was going to be one kid, I was going to abort this one.” I spat. “Like hell you are. Take her things to the car.” He said.

“Jaehyun! I don’t want this! I’m not gonna be forced to be your wife and have your child! It’s not happening!” I yelled. He stood there and finally picked up Lia. “Fine then. We will leave and we can see where you go then.” He said walking out of the door with Lia. “By mommy..” Lia waved.

As much as my pride was saying to stick with my words, I do love him and I do love Lia as my own already. But he hit me, once, I think...I can live with it once since he apologized but....hell no. No man will ever put his hands on me...but no man will take my child as well. And he really made a point. I have no where to go, I have no family, I have no one but him...damn it Y/n..you need him and Lia.

As I was fighting with my own mind, the car pulled off. I gasped and ran outside. “Jaehyun! JAEHYUN!” I yelled for him. The car didn’t stop. He really meant that didn’t he? I began to cry. “JAEHYUN WAIT!” I yelled out more. The car stopped and I walked towards it crying. He got out the car and embraced me in a hug. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t know what I was thinking and I didn’t know what I was going to do. I don’t want to lose you or Lia because I don’t have anyone.” I cried.

He sighed and hugged me tighter. “It’s okay..it’s okay, Princess. Breathe.” He said. He walked me to the car and help me in it. I got in and picked up Lia and hugged her tight. “Mommy, you came back?” She asked. “Mommy won’t leave you, or Daddy. Mommy was stupid and wrong. She didn’t mean to..” I said.

“You’re not stupid, Y/n. You had to do what you had to do. If I were you as well, I also would have left. I know I scared you.” Jaehyun said. I hugged him again. “Don’t you ever..scare me like that again. Ever.” I said. “I won’t..I promise.” He whispered. I grabbed his face and kissed him on his lips. He returned it and held me close. We pulled away and smiled at each other. The smile I missed for that moment of time.

“Are you hungry?” He asked. “Oh no, I’m fine-” Just then, my stomach growled really loudly that everyone in the car heard me. “Yeah..seems like baby says different. You want donuts don’t you?” He asked. “With pickles...” I said. He made a face. “Okay...we’ll go to the store.” He said. “Wait how did you know I wanted donuts?” I asked. “I had a child before the you’re pregnant with. To the grocery store.” He said with a smile.

“You like donuts, Lia?” I asked. “They’re yummy..” She said. “Point taken.” I replied. We made it to the grocery store and his men went inside the store to get me powdered sugar donuts with pickles and honey. And then we went to McDonalds to get Lia a Happy Meal.

We decided to go to the park and sit there for some fresh air. I began to eat the food. “Ooh! Since when did pickles and honey taste soo good together?” I asked. “Since you became pregnant.” Jaehyun said. “Yeah, that makes since.” I said stuffing my face again.

“Okay..after you both are done eating, we’re going clothing shopping.” He said. “Clothing shopping?!” Me and Lia said at the same time. “Yes. You both have begin a new life.” He said. “Why?” I asked. “Well..like I said, I’ve changed back to my old ways. But they are actually for the better. If you didn’t know, Johnny is also my brother. He helps me understand things I didn’t know and he helps me with my problems. And he told me, if I wanted you both, I needed to change. Besides, this is really me. A gang lord. For me right now, you have to take it or leave-” I cut him off with a kiss. “I’ll hold you to it Jaehyun.” I said.

“Wait, what?” He replied. “I know that you would go back to this. I was just hoping you changed your ways if you wanted me. So...whatever you do, I will stand by you...” I said. He smiled. “R-Really? You...accept me?” He asked. “Of course. That side I fell in love with is still there..I can see it in your eyes.” I said. He then shed a tear and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss happily.

“Jaehyun..” I whispered. “Yes?” He asked. “I’m still hungry.” I said. He smiled and back off of me. “Thank you.” I smiled. His men were standing around us at the bench. Lia got off of the bench and walked up to Johnny. “Can you play with me? My mommy and daddy are busy.” She said pulling at his pants. “Uh..Sure, my niece.” He smiled picking her up and walking her out to the playground. I sighed and watched them both.

“You never introduced me to your men, Jaehyun.” I said. “Oh right..” He said. “This is Yuta, Jungwoo, Haechan, Mark, Taeyong, and Taeil. And you know Johnny, my brother. There’s another named WinWin, but he’s in the other unit I have.” Jaehyun said. “And just how many units do you have?” I asked. “Hmm..only three more.” He said. “Ah..” I said. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “I just can’t get that out of my head...the way she...she just...” I mumbled as I began to shake. He took my hand and placed a kiss on it. “It’s alright...Alexa was never stable..” He said. “Why?” I asked. “Your mom did some damage to her. Abused her, insulted her, she even sold your sister for pills.” He said. “My mom is on drugs?” I asked sitting up. He sighed. “Yes.” He replied.

“Wow..My family is just...” I mumbled. “You are with me now. And how strong you are, you are rising from it all and showing your wings. You are strong enough to do that.” He said. I nodded my head and hugged him close. “Mommy! Daddy! Look! I’m going down the slide!” We heard Lia say. We looked over to see her and Johnny going down the slide together. “Everything is gonna be just fine...I promise.” Jaehyun said. I looked at him and smiled. “Of course it is..” I said.

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*2 years later...*

“Lia! Stop messing with your hair!” I yelled. “But I don’t like this Mommy! Can you change it?” She asked. I sighed. “Okay I’ll- Naomi, stop pulling at your brother’s suit!” I said separating the two. “I didn’t do it!” Noah cried. “I know baby it wasn’t your fault.” I said kissing his forehead.

Naomi began to reach and hit at Noah, making him do the same. “Ugh damn it...” I mumbled. “Damn it!” Naomi yelled. “Don’t you say that! That’s bad! Now you two stop it!” I said. They still began to fight and hit each other. “Ugh...JAEHYUN!” I called. He rushed into our bedroom. “What is it-” He sighed.

“Who started it this time?” He asked me walking over. “Naomi.” I said. “Naomi! Stop it!” Jaehyun scolded. She stopped and began to cry. He picked her up and patted her back. “It’s okay, but you have to stop bullying your brother. Even if that means you are four minutes older than him.” He explained. She stopped crying and wiped her eyes.

I picked up Noah and fixed his little tie. “This is the hardest thing about one year old twin babies.” I said. “What?” He asked. “Getting them ready for a big event and keeping them from fighting.” I said. He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Aww Princess. It gets better as they get older..” He said. “Mommy!! My hair is a mess again!” Lia called from her bedroom.

“Spoke too soon.” I laughed. He took Noah from my arms and began to finish getting them ready. I walked into her bedroom. “Aww Lia is not that- WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT?!” I exclaimed as I seen her hair. “It looks like a Tasmanian Devil went through your hair.” I said. She giggled. “I know right?” She said. I laughed and began to do her hair.

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After all of the trouble of getting the twins ready and Lia ready, we were now here at the big event. Jaehyun has been working on a new company for his brother, Johnny and today is the day where it launches. We walked in the building getting claps and cheers from everyone. “Welcome the Jung family!” The announcer said. We walked up to the stage.

The kids began to hold hands and stand there, earning ‘awe’s’ and pictures from the crowd. “Thank you all for coming to the big event of my brother’s new company. I hope you all enjoy it here and work hard here. We thank you for everything you’ve helped us with in the building.” Jaehyun said.

“I hope you all will love it here. My husband and I along with my brother in law, worked really hard to make this place come alive and-” I was cut off by Yuta coming up behind me and whispered something in my ear. “We have a meeting to attend to with the members in 10 minutes.” He said. “Thank you.” I whispered back.

“Everyone there has been something that has came up. Please enjoy the rest of the party.” Jaehyun said. We walked down from the stage and began to bid our goodbyes to everyone. As we were, we heard tires screeching on the ground. We looked out the door to see the one person who we didn’t want to see. Mia.

“Stop! Stop!” She said walking in the building with her son holding her hand. “You think everything is perfect Jae?! Huh?! You think you got the perfect husband Y/n?!” She asked. “Bitch, get the hell out of here before you make me loose my shit in front of my kids.” I said stepping towards her.

“Your kids?! You’re missing one of them!” She said. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Tell her who your father is Jason!” Mia she said. “Jung Jaehyun is my daddy.” He said. “THE FUCK?!” I yelled turning towards him. “Yeah! We took a test and he came back as the father! So here you go! Here’s your son Jaehyun!” She said handing him over to the both of us.

“Mia!” Jaehyun yelled. “Not so high and mighty now aren’t you bitch?” She asked getting in my face. “Alright bitch!” I yelled. I grabbed a glass and hit it over her head, making her fall and hit the ground. I began to punch her in the face. “Y/n! Y/n stop! Get off of her!” Jaehyun yelled. I turned around and slapped him in his face. “You better shut the hell up right now!” I yelled. I began to fight her again and she started to lose consciousness. “OKAY GET HER OUT OF HERE!!” Jaehyun yelled. The security guards pulled up Mia from the floor and Johnny and Taeil pulled me off of her.

“It’s time to go home. Taeyong get the kids in the car please!” Jaehyun said. He carried all of the kids into the car and stayed with them. They escorted me to a separate car and Jaehyun followed after.

#jaehyun x reader #jaehyun ff #jaehyun smut #jaehyun #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 ff #nct 127 smut #nct x reader #nct ff #nct smut

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serpentinesarang · 5 years ago

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Drunk In Love

pairing: mingyu (kim mingyu) x femme reader

genre: second-person POV, relationship!AU, fluff, smut

word count: 1175

content warnings: mild drunk behavior (really not that bad tbh), risky driving, swearing, brief cum-eating

summary: you’re designated-driver for your drunk boyfriend mingyu who’s so desperate for you that he fingers you and confesses his love after leaving the club.

requested by: anon who asked for 7 and 8 from my prompt list ♡

korean key:

⦿ soju (소주) = clear, Korean grain alcohol; pronounced as it looks

⦿ jagi (자기) = informal version of babe; pronounced “jog-ee”

⦿ oppa (오빠) = older male/brother, boyfriend depending on context; pronounced “ohp-bah”

⦿ ne (네) = most common form of yes; pronounced “neh”

⦿ gwaenchana (괜찮아) = it’s okay; pronounced “kwen-cha-na”

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Your car growls to life, and you throw it in drive to get away from that crowded club, onto the highway, into your garage, and in bed. Somebody in the passenger seat has been whispering plenty of sweet nothings in your ear all night long, and his behavior had only grown bolder with each drink he inhaled. Luckily, he’s had more than his fair share of beer and soju in the past two and a half hours, so it can’t get any worse than this.

“Jagi, are we home yet?” Mingyu whines, his head leaned back and turned all the way to face you in the driver’s seat. Apparently, he’d haphazardly shucked off his light blazer after you’d fastened him in his seat, and it was now lying at his feet.

Keeping your sober eyes glued to the road, you reply with a chuckle, “Not even close, oppa.”

In your peripheral vision, Mingyu begins unbuttoning his dress shirt, stopping about halfway down. He sighs dramatically and throws his arm over the center console, onto your exposed thigh, just above the edge of your tight red dress. “It’s so hot in here,” he declares while gently squeezing your flesh.

“I’ll crack the windows for you then, baby,” you say, lowering both of your windows several inches. Poor thing is so drunk he’s trying to strip right here, right now, you think with a smirk on your face.

At last, you’ve merged onto the wide-open highway. Four spacious lanes at quarter to one in the morning are a supremely peaceful feeling. According to the car’s built-in GPS that automatically recognized the route you were taking, it showed on screen that you’d have to take this stretch for a good 20 miles or so before your next exit. So how to deal with an adorably inebriated boyfriend?

You turn up the stereo volume a bit, and your Bluetooth-connected phone had just switched from the previous song that’d been muted to NCT U’s “The 7th Sense,” a beautifully erotic song that will surely pique Mingyu’s horny interest even more.

“Y/N,” Mingyu says, now stroking your inner thigh.

“Ne, baby?”

“I know you’re not wearing panties,” he breathes out, immediately ceasing his thigh stroking.

This isn’t news to you, obviously, because going to the club without constrictive undies just feels so much better—and less sweaty. But you can’t help yourself when your eyes instinctively widen and your hands grip the wheel harder.

Mingyu’s hand starts traveling upward and with so little pressure against your skin that it causes goosebumps. “So,” he murmurs in a velvety tone, “I’m gonna—” hiccup, “—gonna do a thing.”

He’d turned his palm to face your core, and his warm fingertips finally found your smooth labia.

“You shaved,” he gushes in a thrilled whisper. “S—” hiccup, “so sexy.”

You giggle at your sweet boyfriend in the throes of his drunken arousal before glancing at the GPS again: 18 miles left with hardly any other traffic at this hour. Fuck it.

As Mingyu delicately pushes your lips open with his fingers, you press the cruise control button right as the speedometer drifts back to the posted speed limit (because fuck cops who prowl late at night), and then you spread your knees as wide as the driver’s side allows. Thankfully this dress is forgiving enough to ride up on its own.

Glancing over and into his hungry eyes illuminated by the console’s technology, you command in a provocative tone, “Do the thing, oppa.”

One side of his lips jerk up in the most devilish smirk you’ve yet seen from him this evening, so you turn your attention back to the road and keeping the car in its current lane. That’s all you had to do—

—besides take a fingering.

Mingyu uses two fingertips to dip down to your oozing hole, quickly collecting your fluid before massaging small circles on your clit. He knows this is how you like it, and he’s certainly learned from enough practice runs to not need your direction anymore.

“Is this from me dirty talking all night, you beautiful creature?” he murmurs lazily while leaning closer over the center armrest.

You let out a breathy ne in response, placing your right hand on his forearm as he traces harder, faster figure-eights against your hardened clit. It’s a good thing this car is outfitted in leather so you can easily clean up the hot fluid dripping into your ass and onto the seat.

“Good. This is foreplay part two, by the way,” he slurs before rubbing in a sloppy up-and-down motion against your sticky entrance.

You throw your head back and bust into an amused laugh. “I kinda figured that, baby. Please finger me?” You shoot a half-lidded glance his way to further make your case, and Mingyu obliges, sliding those two fingers in you up to the knuckles.

“I really wanna fuck you instead, jagi,” he replies, his voice almost ragged with delight. He suddenly curls his fingers in a “come here” motion, instantly activating your G-spot.

Bless those big fucking hands of his.

“I wanna make love to you—” hiccup, “jagi,” he continues, slowing his speech purposefully, languidly, sexily. You couldn’t look at him much, but goddamn, his voice alone has never had such an effect on you like it does now. “I love you.”

And with that, Mingyu curls his fingers at a more breakneck speed while also thrusting his fingers with a ravenous force. The squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy are disgustingly enticing, and you find yourself yearning for a third finger to make it feel more like his enormous penis. You know what they say about tall guys.

You gasp, both at his confession and the abrupt change of pace. Struggling to keep your eyes open, your chest lurches forward in response to his unrelenting fingerfucking. “The 7th Sense” had ended long ago, and you’re so into Mingyu’s hand that you can’t even discern what’s playing now.

“Fuck, Mingyu—fuck!” you cry out, approaching your orgasm. You throw your head his way, saying, “I love you so much, oppa.”

Mingyu’s own eyes are slightly drooped from the alcohol’s influence, but he’s still keen enough to tip your chin back toward the road. He hiccups extra loudly this time. “I wanted to tell you sooner… I really did.”

You snake your right hand on his arm up to his face, cupping his hot cheek in your hand. “Gwaenchana, baby.”

Without warning, your body snaps into its climax, and you have to put both hands on the wheel to prevent the car from fully entering a neighboring lane. Your hips lift off your seat in an uncontrollable, random pattern, and the searing hot sensation of euphoria causes you to open your mouth and shriek out an uncharacteristically pornographic moan.

After you’ve calmed down, Mingyu removes his fingers and immediately sheaths them in his mouth. Groaning in what sounds like sweet relief, he swirls his tongue over your cum. “I love everything about you, Y/N.”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #mingyu scenarios #mangy imagines #seventeen smut #mingyu smut #smut #fanfiction #kpop #kpop fanfic #mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen mingyu #mingyu fluff

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nouheiki · 3 years ago

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Me and Your Android | OC DBH AU

CW: mentions of android violence 🥰

Summary: "This fact—Of all the occurrences my goal was to provoke you, and this was one of many times I wasn't—amused me the most."

Chapter Rating: T

Masterlist | Ao3

Chapter 1- Can't Stand It

[Reeves POV]

My suit is stained of everything that is cerulean and anything that isn't innocuous.

I sit upon the counter I clambered up. The same one I was bound to with the skewer of a knife.

My back is curled over to see the floor, my thirium staining the tiles, and anything that isn't him.

"We work beside each other. You realize I am here to aid you just as much as the Lieutenant on these cases, right?" he asks me with a tilt of his head.

I grit my teeth because of how he dares to assume I can't defend myself. Woefully, excluding this one incident. I also grit my teeth because he acts as though my program was designed by a toddler. Like I'm really dumb.

Though, even I can't dredge up my creator in the slightest, so I understand the DPD's need for skepticism, but I think I can comprehend the obvious.

I took a violent approach towards one of the deviants in the Stratford Tower and, believe it or not, they ripped out my pump regulator and made a run.

It was only until Connor shot them down, that he restored my biocomponent and now I lay here, awkward. I wish the roles were switched so I wouldn't be so mortified right now.

I avert my gaze to the additional androids behind him. Anywhere but here sounds good to me. Maybe a vacation to Toronto.

"Why wouldn't I?" I answer with question. I sound more vexed than anticipated, but I couldn't care in the least. He deserves it for whatever reason I say so.

His eyes, a gloom. He pierces me with his stare—like two knives ripping through my bare disposition. And I wish he would look away.

His head tilts further as if to lock gazes. As if my eyes nourish a secret he needs to unravel, but I don’t let him in. "You are a repurposed android, not originally designed for this kind of field," he says, then shakes his head, "You were trying to interrogate, unsupervised."

"I won't be a real cop android if you're always babying me," I hiss.

"You won't be a real cop android at all if you're constantly..." he chooses his words slow, leisure, I want to tell him to hurry the hell up. "Interrupted." Of course. He thinks I won't be reinstated.

I roll my eyes and stare at him. "Killed."

"You're an inanimate machine. You can't be killed, rather, destroyed," he corrects.

"We mock humans. I bleed... You're so complicated." And it was true. Sometimes he says things in the most complex ways when he could just keep it simple. Other times, I insult him for the levity of it.

He squints like I'm some puzzle he doesn't understand. Or as if I said something so utterly offensive. "You're an android. I would expect you of all things to understand this best," he sounds ground of pique. "I don't understand why you're trying to argue this."

My lips curl into a grin of resignation. Had I really been trying to argue unaware?

This fact—Of all the occurrences my goal was to provoke you, and this was one of many times I wasn't—amused me the most.

The Lieutenant's hand holds the threshold as he looks at us. "We've cleaned this place out." He waves me. "Let's hurry up, so we can get Reeves patched up. I'll meet you in the car," he tells us, then his frame disappears past the walls.

I shift my gaze back to Connor, struck in my own amusement. His eyes never left me.

I amble past him. "Maybe, it's still in my program," I croon over his shoulder.

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AN: I finally decided to make a fic that sort of properly introduces my character??? hopefully you can get an idea of what kind of android he was before he was repurposed LOLL

I also kinda want to make this a multi-short chapter series since my attention span is so horrible and sometime u just gotta get things done☠️

Title inspo: Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fic #dbh fanfic #connor rk800 #connor rk800 x oc #connor dbh #shu writes #my writing #my fics #ocs #my ocs #fanfiction #dbh fanfiction

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webtrinsic1122 · 3 years ago

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SPOILERS FOR THE BATMAN:

MY REVIEW!!! (One that’s absolutely all over the place cause I’m ranting)

I really enjoyed it!!!

Starting out I knew there would be narration from Batman, I’ll be honest I thought at first it was a little odd and hoped it wouldn’t last the whole movie since I thought it would take from the plot by telling rather than showing. But it actually only happens in the start and the very end and is a great insight into Batman’s inner voice - showing he’s immensely well spoken and articulate which obviously lends to the story in that Bruce is worlds greatest detective.

There is some things told in the book “Before the Batman,” and things said by the creators before hand that probably would have helped being at least better hinted at and mention or just funny to know when walking in:

The most important of those things being Bruce not only left Gotham for a while to study and such but also in his free time races cars. Which is like a huge “ohhh” moment when you see how he goes through the car chase scene so we’ll with all the obstacles

Also the two smaller but things brought up but not told in the story that I think are funny: Batman is apparently a virgin - kinda explains his sometimes off interactions with Selina, and that the riddler is an Uber driver which is just kinda funny

Speaking on Selina, adored her and I was rooting more for her way of doing things than Batman’s at parts. I think she had some right to want to kill her piece of shit father and I’m just like you go girl u should lol but yeah I do get Batman’s moral objections but like sometimes it’s just her personal business but that’s just my own bias

At points Bruce is kinda just a dick, especially with his interactions with Alfred. Like damn that shit hurt. But it’s rectified in one of my personal favorite scenes in the movie:

The decision to have Bruce’s screams for Alfred completely silent was astounding. Him driving so fast and just the sheer anguish written on his face because he’s so fucking afraid of losing Alfred was touching.

I enjoyed that but I can’t say all of the sound design in the movie. Mainly because the Batman theme is absolutely fucking phenomenal and the decision to have it start for like five second and then shut off the second Bruce was no longer on screen and then boom back again when he’s back was so frustrating. Like let the damn song play the whole scene please- it’s too good of a song to just keep jumping in five seconds intervals.

The POV shots in the movie are cheesy as fuck and a little jarring but for those weird scenes there’s hundred of other brilliant ones that make up for it. Not to mention the set design especially the Wayne manor is gothic and beautiful.

The plot itself is choppy and almost convoluted at parts. It’s not the smoothest of movies but it’s damn well enjoyable, when things get going they really get going to the point you can’t look away.

I’ll be honest this movie has my absolute favorite action/fighting scenes of any Batman movie. He’s a fucking beast. Legit though because of that I don’t think I’ve ever worried for a Batman so much before because he’s just so fucking reckless- he’s taking on like dozens of people at a time and your just like BROOO

Like I adored it but dear god man was gonna give me a heart attack

There was so many good dc references, am a little confused how they will explain the joker stitched up face situation since death in the family obviously has no part in this so who knows

Basing the riddler off the zodiac was creepy and a great chilling move, his traps for the corrupt cops were straight out of the SAW movies and the torture and damn phone call of the murder of Selina’s friend was upsetting.

The acting was superb, and showing us some gadgets that displayed this was a detective Batman story rather than a militarized one was interesting.

Interesting to finally see them use the camera contacts in live action but they certainly did the trick for the plot

Glad they talked about mental health in the Wayne family was not always good, poor Martha and poor Bruce

I found it hilarious cat woman is legit trash mouthing rich ppl the whole time even when she knows that Batman probably most definitely came from money even when she doesn’t know how much or that he is fucking prince of Gotham

Penguin was a great comic relief and i can’t wait to see where the villains from the story go from here because the set up for their returns was done well.

Anywho those are just my thoughts and opinions for now.

#the batman

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screamxqueenx94 · 5 years ago

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The Tell Part 1/ Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: Finally got access to the show again nd wrote this in like a day lol! I'm working more, but I'll post as soon as I can

Bold= texts; italics= inner thoughts

Warnings: arguing, blood and a dead body

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Charli's POV

I had just fallen asleep after I finished cleaning up the broken glass in my room when my dad comes through the front door.

"Charli! Hey, come down here, I got good news!" He calls cheerfully.

I come downstairs, messy bun bouncing, zip up hoodie hanging off one shoulder and a pair of plaid boxer shorts I use for pajamas on, half asleep and rubbing my eyes.

"Can this wait until morning? I just got to sleep." I reply in a groggy voice.

"No, it's too good to wait." He answers happily as he shuts the front door. He gently, but excitedly, pulls me into the living room by my sleeve, then stops right in front of me.

"I talked to the owner of the video store in town and he said he's hiring. Now normally, he'd only hire someone who's 18 or older, but I got him to reconsider and…" He explains excitedly as I just stare at him, eyes half open and barely holding my head up on my own.

"And what?" I ask sleepily.

"... And he agreed to hire you!" He finishes. "I got you a job!" He holds his arms out as if he's one of those models showing game show contestants what they won.

My eyes grow wider. Suddenly I'm more awake. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I got you a job at the video store!" He repeats cheerfully.

I just stand there in stunned silence for a moment.

"So…you woke me up at--" I look at my phone to see the time, "11:36 at night to tell me you got me a job?" I ask sassy.

He nods his head happily. I just turn around and slowly walk back upstairs while giving him a sarcastic thumbs up. I should've been more excited, but all that activity from today wore me out. I'll have to remind myself to really thank him in the morning. He really didn't have to go through the trouble.

I lay in bed, not able to go back to sleep. My phone pings for a text alert.

Isaac: hey, u still up?

I text back.

Charli: ya. wats up?

Isaac: i was wondering if u wanted 2 go 2 the movies w me next saturday?

Charli: sure :) id like that

Isaac: great! I convinced my dad 2 let me borrow the car so I'll pick u up at 7?

Charli: ya sounds good

Isaac: great! C u then

I wake up the next morning, get cleaned up and head to my dad's office as he is finishing up a phone call.

"Do you have a minute?" I ask when he looks at me.

"Sure." He answers as he removes his glasses. I step forward into his office, picking at my nails.

"I'm sorry about last night, I didn't handle that well. I should've been nicer…" I sigh and sit in the leather padded chair across from his mahogany desk. "You went out of your way to do something nice for me and I was rude--" he cuts me off by putting his hand up.

"Charli, honey. I'm not mad." He answers smiling.

My eyes shift. "Y--you're not?" I asked surprised.

"No, I get it. It was late, you were tired. I was just excited for you is all." He answers, putting his glasses back on and opening up a manila folder sitting in front of him.

"I'm excited too though!" I reassure excitedly.

"You are?" He asks, looking up over his glasses with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah! Completely!" I answer back.

He smirks, takes his glasses off and reaches into a bottom drawer in his desk.

"Perfect!" He places an ugly purple and golden yellow button up on the desk and slides closer to me. "Because you start tonight!" He adds.

I reluctantly take the shirt and set it in my lap. I look at it for a moment then look back up at my dad when he speaks up again.

"Your shift starts at 3. They close at 11." He puts his glasses back on and looks at the case file again. "Dress code is jeans and sneakers." He looks up at me one last time before turning his attention back to the file. "Have fun."

I trudge back up the steps and get to work on my weekend homework. I regret all of this morning…

Three o'clock rolls around and I'm inside the video store wearing my shirt open to show off my Rolling Stones t-shirt with ripped jeans and vans with my hair up in a messy bun. I'm greeted by my new coworker, Leveque, who gives me my orientation and shows me my locker. After that, we just head back to the counter and wait for business.

Hours have passed and we've had maybe two customers, which was Scott and Stiles coming to bring me food and to rent some dumb bro movie. Meanwhile, Leveque is changing the flickering lights while I'm checking the returns and preparing to put them back on the shelves.

"Dammit." I mumble as I get down to pick up the DVD I just dropped. As I hit the floor, the phone rings and the bell on the door rings to inform me a customer has come in. Fuuuck me…

"Can someone help me find 'The Notebook?" I know that voice.

A few seconds pass, I put the disc in the box while on the floor hurriedly.

"Hello? Is anybody working here?" Hold on, douche nugget.

I pop up and set the box on the counter, making Jackson jump a bit. I let out a snarky chuckle.

"The Notebook, huh?" I ask, striding from behind the counter. "Didn't realize you had a sensitive side there, Jax." I reply sarcastic.

"Are you gonna help me find it or not?" He asks sharply.

"Check the romance aisle." I tell him as I head towards the phone to answer it.

He just rolls his eyes and walks the direction I pointed. "Gotta be kidding me." He mutters under his breath.

I go to answer the phone when Jackson calls out terrified.

"Charli! Come over here!"

I run over to where he is and when I'm about to ask what's wrong, I instantly smell blood. I slowly turn and see Leveque laying on the floor with a big gash in his neck. I put my hands over my mouth. Jackson and I slowly back up and he trips over the ladder, making a lot of noise and making the lights short circuit. I help him back up, but as soon as he's standing, we both see something in our peripheral vision and slowly start to turn to face it. We look at it in utter fear, when suddenly Jackson grabs my hand and has us run and hide behind a horror movie shelf.

Him sitting on the outside with an arm reached out to hold me back. Thanks, Jax, but I could've totally had this one. He sneaks a peek around the corner only to quickly whip his head back around. He looks at me with a finger to his lips when a bunch of movies fall on us. We cover our heads while staying quiet. Once they stop, he looks back again, only for the shelves to start falling like dominos. I start crawling the other way and slide behind a wall. When the shelves are about to fall, he jumps to the side only to get his legs stuck under a shelf. He lays there, clearly in pain, but remains still as the creature walks over him. The creature stands over him for awhile, which made me decide to come up with a plan.

Why I'm saving him, I'll never understand, but I'm going for it. I crawl to the counter and quickly grab the emergency industrial size flashlight that's under the counter. I crawl back over to where I was and start flashing the light, making it look at me and I shine the light in its bright red eyes, scaring it away. It runs and bursts through the window as I hear a girl scream.

I run over to Jackson to check on him. "Jackson?" Silence. "Jackson, are you okay?" He must be in shock. I lift up the shelf and throw it off of his legs. He's still breathing, but not moving. I focus my attention on the broken window, then I see Lydia in her car, screaming. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and call 911.

Lydia and Jackson are both being seen by EMTs while I'm talking to an officer, telling them what I saw. I stop mid sentence as I start to smell blood again and I become nauseous again, covering my mouth like I'm going to vomit. The officer looks at me concerned, then leads me to his cruiser and opens the door so I can sit down and puts a blanket over my shoulders.

Suddenly, the Sheriff's car pulls up. "Paul, let's get this area locked up." I hear Sheriff Stilinski say. I quickly jump up and start running towards him, when the officer who was interviewing me tried to grab me and stop me.

"Mr. Stilinski!" I cry out. He turns towards me and signals the officer to let me go. I run to him and hold his forearms with tears in my eyes.

"Charli, what happend?" He asks concerned.

I don't answer his question. I just beg him in panic, "please don't tell my dad! Please don't tell him what happened! He can't know! He'll make us move!" I'm in tears again, makeup running down my cheeks.

"Oh--okay, Charli, listen to me, alright? Deep breaths." He coaches me through taking deep breaths.

"Why don't you let an EMT take a look at you, okay? I'll be right over to talk to you… I promise." He calmly tells me. I listen and go see an EMT. As she examines me, I'm listening to Jackson complain. We just went through a traumatic moment and you wanna complain? Suck my balls, Jackson…

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine." Jackson bitches to Noah.

"I hear ya, but the EMT said you hit your head pretty hard. They just want to make sure you don't have a concussion." He answers back, understandingly.

"W--what part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home!" He sounds like a literal child.

I wince as the EMT pulls splinters out of my palms. " I understand that." Noah answers.

"No you don't understand! Which blows my mind since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum wage rent-a-cop like you!" Jackson yells, shoving his finger in Noah's face. "Okay, now I wanna go home!" He continues to scream.

"Jackson! Shut the fuck up and show some respect for once in your life!" I scream back as I rise to my feet while the EMT was wrapping my hands with gauze. Noah looks back at me and signals to me that he's got this under control.

As I sit back down I hear a familiar voice yell, "Oh, whoa! Is that a dead body?" As other EMTs roll out a stretcher with Leveque's body on it, covered with a sheet and his arm hanging off the side. Fuckin aye, Stiles.

I start to feel sick again. "Do you have anything for nausea?" I ask the EMT as I cover my nose and mouth with the blanket. She hands me two pills and a bottle of water. I take them like candy and chug the water like my life depends on it. After I finish off the water, I see Derek and Scott on top of the video store, watching everything happen. The hair on my neck starts to stand. I watch them leave and see a familiar face in the crowd. Dad…

He tries to come over to me, but an officer holds him back. "Dammit, that's my daughter!" He pushes through and comes straight to me. He wraps his arms around me and I just burst into tears. I hold him tight as his hand rests on the back of my head while the other wrapped tightly around me. He holds me until I let go.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened to your hands?" He asks frantically as he holds my face inbetween his shaky hands.

"I--I'm okay… I just had some splinters from lifting a shelf off Jackson." I tell him quietly as I direct to Jackson with my eyes, making him look over at Jackson, who's still bitching about wanting to go home.

He pulls me in close again, kisses the top of my head and hugs me tight again until Mr. Stilinski comes up to us. He relaxes his hold a bit and faces him, shaking his hand.

"Ambrus." He greets.

"Noah." My dad greets in return. "What happened here?" He asks.

"An employee here was murdered and the kids not only stumbled upon the body, but we're also attacked." He answers, resting his hands on his belt.

"Well who did it?" My dad asks conceringly.

"We don't know yet, but Mr. Whittemore and Miss Martin described it as some type of man-dog creature. Mr. Whittemore said it had bright red eyes."

My father looked at me with concern, but I just looked down at my feet and turned slightly away from him.

"Charli, can you confirm what they saw?" Mr. Stilinski asks.

"I--It..it was d--dark. I--I couldn't tell w--what it was…" I stutter out, turning away from them. But I knew exactly what it was. An alpha…

"Can you try and remember?" Mr. Stilinski asked again, stepping closer.

I start to shake my head. Then my body shakes and I put my face in my hands and start crying. My father comes to me and puts his hands comfortingly around my shoulders and leads me towards his car.

"Noah, I think she might need some rest. I'll bring her in another day to talk to you, once she's in a better frame of mind." My father insists.

"Of course. I understand." He then looks to me. "Get some rest, Charli. We can talk another time okay?"

I don't look at him. I just sniffle and nod my head. My father wraps his arms around me again and leads me to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door and guides me in while slipping the blanket off me as an officer hands him my things from my locker. He takes them and puts them in the backseat, then comes around front and starts driving home.

The car ride is quiet. I just keep my hands balled tight in my lap, shaking, not looking up. My father keeps looking over at me. I can tell what's going through his mind. He wants to move again, I know it. Once we get home, he pulls into the garage and shuts the car off. We're quiet for a moment as we just sit there.

"It was an Alpha wasn't it?" He asks.

I'm quiet, but I nod my head. He punches his steering wheel, making me squeeze my eyes shut. He puts his hands over his face and slides them down until one hand is back in his lap and the other is resting on the steering wheel. He looks at me and is quiet for a little longer.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks. I shake my head. He exhales deeply.

"Does he know?"

"I don't know…" I whisper.

We sit in silence again. Too long.

"Please don't make us move again…" I whisper.

"That's not up to you." He answers harshly.

"Of course it's not…" I comment back, still never looking at him.

He looks at me with anger in his eyes.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He asks with fire in his eyes.

"You know exactly what it means, Dad." I spit back, still not making eye contact. I pull the door open and slam it shut then head inside the house.

He punches the steering wheel again and follows me in. By the time he tries to catch up to me, I already have my bedroom door locked. He knocks on my door.

"Charli?" I don't answer. "Charli… I'm sorry, okay?" I still don't answer. "C'mon, Charli, let's talk about this...please?" He waits before he talks again.

"Look, honey I'm not mad at you okay? I was just scared…" I get off my bed and listen by the door.

"I was scared because I thought I lost you…" I can hear him tearing up. "I already lost your mother, I don't wanna lose you too, okay?" I continue to listen.

"If I lost you… I--I could never go on. You're all I have left. We are all each other has, I don't wanna lose that, okay?" I start to tear up too.

"Look, if you don't feel like talking anymore tonight, I understand… but can you at least let me know that you're okay? Please?" He starts to beg. I stand up and unlock the door. As I open it, we just cry in each other's embrace, falling to the floor and doing what we should've done a long time ago. Letting ourselves cry.

After I finish crying, I wipe my eyes and look at him. "Promise me that just because this happened that we won't move again… I'm sick of running, Dad." He puts his head down. "Dad...please…" I rest my hand on his. He looks into my eyes and brushes some loose strands away from my face and wipes away the last few tears trying to escape.

"I can promise that we can try this out…" he pauses. "But my main concern is your safety. The last thing I want is something happening to you."

I nod my head. "I know, Dad, but please… promise me we're not going to just run away anymore."

He sighs, wipes his face, then looks back at me. "If we stay… then you start your training after school."

"What about my new job?"

"I have a good feeling you probably won't be going back there ever again." He informs me with a half smile, resting his hand on my shoulder. I half smile back at him.

"Well, get some sleep, you have school in the morning." He kisses my forehead, helps me up and heads off to his room.

I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I try focusing on getting ready for school, but I can't cover my dark circles to save my life. I just throw on a beanie again with a hoodie and jeans with my beat up converse. I say goodbye to my dad, grab my bag and start heading to the Stilinski house. Just as I reach their driveway, Stiles is coming out, keys in hand and backpack over his shoulder. He spots me and looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Charli! Hey…"

"Could you give me a ride to school?" I ask quietly.

"Uh, y--yeah, sure." He speedwalks over to Roscoe and opens the passenger door.

He helps me in, closes the door, then jogs to the other side and hops into the driver seat. He starts Roscoe up, backs out and heads to the school. It's a quiet ride. There's not even music playing and for once, I welcome the total silence. Just the sound of the engine. We pull into the school parking lot. Stiles shuts off Roscoe.

"Thanks for the ride, Stiles." I tell him as I'm gathering up my belongings and reaching for the door handle.

I push the door open slightly, only for him to reach over and pull it closed. I look over at him and he looks calm on the outside, but his whiskey colored eyes are drowning in worry.

"Charli, last night--" I cut him off.

"Stiles, thank you, truly, for caring… but I'm not ready to talk about it. Not yet." He looks down, almost disappointed, but he turns to me and his eyes are filled with understanding.

"When I'm ready to talk about it, I promise you're the first person I'll come to." I reassure him, resting my hand on his that's resting on the center console. He looks at me with reassurance.

"Promise?"

"Promise." I tell him, holding out my pinky for a pinky promise. He looks at it with a raised eyebrow, then chuckles and wraps his pinky around mine. We smile at each other then head inside the building.

"Just a friendly reminder, Parent Teacher conference is tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self disgust should be more than enough punishment." Mr. Harris drones on as Stiles and I are sitting at our lab tables.

"Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" He asks, putting his hands on his hips while eyeing Stiles who's highlighting literally everything in his book.

I start biting on my thumbnail while Stiles looks up at him with the highlighter cap in his mouth. As I'm about to speak up, everyone's attention turns towards the door opening and in walks Jackson. He walks over to his table and sits down. Mr. Harris walks over to him and gets close to him and places a hand on his back.

"Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Jackson just nods his head.

Mr. Harris then looks at me. "Charlotte, same goes for you too." I just give him a slight nod.

Stiles looks at me in confusion and I just shrug to tell him I don't understand why he's being nice either. He starts walking up to the front of the room.

"Everyone, start reading chapter nine." Everyone opens up their books and starts reading.

"Mr. Stilinski…" Stiles looks up. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs… it's chemistry, not a coloring book." Stiles spits the highlighter cap straight up and catches it with ease. It's weird that I think that was kinda hot isn't it? Yeah...it is…

I start reading, but of course, Stiles is distracted. "Hey, Danny… can I ask you a question?" Oh no…

"No." He says blatantly. Wise choice, Danny Boy.

"Well I'm going to anyway…" I should've known better…

"Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?" Okay, that's not at all what I was expecting. Good question.

Danny sighs. "No." Stiles and I just look at each other with a knowing look.

"Can I ask you another question?" There it is. I knew it was coming…

Danny is clearly getting frustrated. "Answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her, Charli and Jackson last night?" Wow, okay another good question…"He wouldn't tell me." Weird.

"But he's your best friend…" Exactly, that's really weird.

Danny just shrugs and goes back to reading. "One more question…" Based on his body language, I think it's safe to assume that Danny is rolling his eyes.

"What?" He replies a little too loud.

"Am I attractive?" There it is, I knew it was coming… Danny is quiet. As the silence grows longer, Stiles keeps leaning forward, then falls off his stool.

I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, but at the same time, worrying if he hurt himself. I look over and Jackson is giving Stiles a dirty look. God I wanna punch him in his face so bad…

As we leave class, Stiles is trying to get ahold of Scott while I'm trying to get ahold of Allison. Stiles calls Scott while I'm texting Allison, Stiles and I keep looking back and forth at each other.

"Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?" I hear Stiles say. Must've finally reached Scott.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" He asks. I try to listen in but he's pulling the phone and himself away, so I poke him in his ribs to make him react. "Lydia's MIA and Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another guy's dead and you gotta do something about it."

"Something!" He continues, frustrated. "Hello?" He then looks at the phone and makes an angry face at it.

"He hung up, didn't he?" I ask snarky with my arms crossed, genuinely enjoying seeing Stiles feel the way I felt the night we helped Derek.

"He better not make a habit of this or…" I cut him off.

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" I ask with a smirk. He looks at me through his lashes and licks his lips.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asks.

"A little bit, yeah." I continue to smirk, then walk ahead. He pauses for a moment then catches up with me.

"So…" he rubs the back of his head nervously. I look at him. "Do you wanna go with me to go talk to Lydia?"

"And miss out on you making a fool of yourself in front of her again? Of course I'm coming." I chuckle.

"Maybe I'll just leave you in the car." He shoots.

"Maybe I'll go talk to her myself while you wait in the car." I shoot back.

He scoffs. "You're not gonna make me wait in my own car."

"I may be smaller, but I'm definitely stronger than you." I inform him with a smirk and slight bite of my lower lip.

He scoffs again. "You're not stronger than me."

"You really wanna debate that?" I ask, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

He's quiet. I think he remembers what happened over a week ago when Scott almost attacked him in his room because he's pursing his lips. He looks down, then back to me. "Nah, I'm good. I think you made your point." He replies, knowing I'm right.

We go over to Lydia's house and are greeted by her mom, who is actually really sweet. She leads us to her room where she's just laying across her bed, looking at her nails and resting her head on her other hand.

"Honey, there's a Stiles and Charli here to see you." Lydia's mom informs her.

Without looking away, she mumbles, "What the hell… is a Stiles?" I try not to laugh, but Stiles elbows me.

Stiles looks at Mrs. Martin, almost offended. "Uh, she took a little something to ease her nerves." She moved so we could go in. "You can go in." She continues.

We both thank her and she leaves the door open behind us. Stiles looks back as she walks away while I make myself comfortable in a chair that's in the corner of her room as Stiles approaches her. Lydia looks back at him and places a hand on her hip.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"We were making sure you were okay." Stiles replied. You came to make sure she was okay. I came because this was my only source of entertainment for the day.

"Hmm." She barely replies and makes a weird sound with her mouth. "Why?" She continues as she pats the bed. Omg, she's is so freakin high… this is gonna be interesting

He sits down where she patted. "Because we were worried about you today." He tells her. I roll my eyes. Uh… you care about her. I'd push her in front of a bus if I knew I could get away with it…

"How are you feeling?" He asks her. She starts caressing his arm. Okay, this is starting to get uncomfortable…

"I feel…" She gets close to his face. "...fantastic." Oh yeah, she's definitely high…

Stiles clicks his tongue and inhales sharply, letting out a chuckle. "Oh!" He quickly snatches up her meds that are on her bedside table. He reads the name of it and shows it to me. I almost start laughing, but instead I come up with a winning idea.

"I bet you can't say I saw 'I saw Susie sitting at the shoe shine shop ten times fast." I smirk. Stiles gives me dagger eyes, then reverts his attention back to Lydia. She takes a minute before she replies.

"I saw Shusie…" she stops. Stiles and look at each other. I raise my eyebrows and he whips his hand under his chin to signal for me to cut it out. "I shaw…" She tries again. I giggle. Stiles puts the pill bottle back.

"I saw…" she trails off, staring into space. Stiles and I notice something isn't right.

"Lydia, what did you see?" Stiles asks, placing his hand on hers.

"Something…" she trails off.

"Something like… like a mountain lion?" Stiles ask.

"Mountain Lion…" she repeats.

"Are you sure it was a mountain lion or are you saying that because that's what the police told you?" I ask her as if I was talking to a child.

"A mountain lion." She repeats again.

Stiles grabs her stuffed giraffe. "What is this?" He shows it to her. She looks at it dazed. "A mountain lion." She replies, almost childlike.

"Okay..." Stiles retorts, then puts the stuffed animal back.

"She is so dru--" I begin to say, but stop as soon as she puts her head in Stiles' lap, passing out, making his whole body react.

I walk over and help her off of Stiles as he slides off of the bed, which wakes her up, makes her prop herself up with one arm and face us.

"Okay, well we're just gonna go, uh, let you get back to the whole… Post Traumatic Stress thing." I tell her as I start closing the door.

"Mmm, stay." She replies weekly. Stiles is quick to go back in while I'm still standing in the doorway, waiting on him so I can get home and start my training.

Stiles looks around, shocked and then points to himself, "Me? Me stay? You want me to stay?" He asked surprised.

"Mhm." She mumbles, patting the spot on the bed in front of her, weakly smiling. Is he really dumb enough to go for this?

He quickly sits down. "Yes, please." She tells him as she inches closer. I roll my eyes and close the door then go sit in the jeep and text my dad.

Charli: sorry Dad. Running late, needed to stop & drop off homework 2 Lydia

I lean back and rest my head on the headrest as I wait for Stiles to finish up his little rendezvous with Lydia, who apparently wants to get with everybody. I'm getting ready to text him when I see him rushing out. He hops in on the driver side.

"Wow, thirty seconds… that's the best you could do?" I joke.

He gives me a look, then starts up Roscoe. "We gotta try to call Scott again." He informs me.

"Why?" I ask. He looks me in the eyes. "Because I think I know what that was that attacked you guys last night."

"Well, you're on your own for this one, cause I promised my dad I'd be home right after school." I remind him as I look out the window.

"C'mon, Charli! I need your help in this too! I mean, you know more about this supernatural stuff than I do." He begs as he drives us home.

Sorry, Stiles. After last night, my dad needs to know exactly where I am and what I'm doing at all times…" I look at him. "In fact, I can guarantee that he's gonna be pissed that I wasn't home twenty minutes ago." I continue in a matter factly tone. "Do you really wanna piss off my dad?" I finish.

He exhales sharply. "No, I guess not." He mumbles.

"Okay, then I need to go home." I insist.

My dad is in the kitchen when I get home.

"For someone who doesn't eat, you sure do spend a lot of time in the kitchen." I remark as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Well you seem to be back to normal." He chimes.

"Not really…" I sigh and sit at a stool placed in front of the kitchen island and put my head down. "I couldn't sleep a wink last night." I continue.

I pick my head back up and rest it in my hand, looking down at the counter, picking at the skin around my thumbnail. "When I did, all I could see was that face...those red eyes." I tell him, starting to tear up.

He comes around the island and places a comforting hand on my back and rubs in small circles and just looks at me with understanding eyes. I look up at him.

"How do you get used to it, Dad? How do you get used to facing creatures like them and not have nightmares or PTSD?" I ask softly.

Honey, I don't sleep. I never did, but your mother…" he trails off, looking away. I look at him, hoping he'll finish that sentence. He does, "...your mother would always say 'it comes with the territory, but if I can live, knowing that I'm protecting others and protecting my family, then it's all worth it'..."

I look down at my hands. He pats my back. "One day… one day, you'll understand what she means, Charli." He tells me softly.

"But for now, I want you to get your homework done before I get back." He pats my back then starts walking away.

I quickly turn around. "B--but what about training?" I ask cautiously.

That can wait. What can't wait is parent teacher conference." He explains as he puts on his black peacoat and adjusts the collar.

"Shit…" I mumble as I put my head down.

"You forgot didn't you?" He asks as he grabs his keys from the wall hook. I just nod my head slowly, looking at him with my bottom lip poking out.

"Well, I'm assuming I'm going to hear all good things,right?" He asks, placing his hands on his hips.

"You should...unless of course there's a teacher that's out to get me." I joke. He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

"Stay here. Be good. Get your homework done…" he says as he starts walking down the hallway, then stops and points at me. "...and no boys." He finishes sternly.

"Not even Stiles?" I ask sweetly.

"Especially Stiles. I see the way you two look at each other." He uses his hands to signal the eyes to eyes motion. "Why don't you call Allison or Lydia, or another girlfriend or something? Why does it always have to be boys?" He asks, with his arms half out.

"Because boys don't care about shopping or makeup or what dress is perfect for homecoming." I inform him.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, kiddo. I'll see you later. Love ya." He calls back as he walks out of the kitchen. As soon as the door closes, I run upstairs, jump onto my bed and text Isaac...

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sunkissedchild5 · 5 years ago

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Helpless {Lams} Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Alex, a mute high school student, finishes his senior year at Lin-Manuel Miranda High School. He ends up meeting John Laurens, a sweet boy who manages to make Alex feel safe. But love doesn't always come easily. It becomes clear to them very soon that Helpless has more than one definition.

Warning: Suicide

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Alex's POV

Alex has always liked the idea of snow. He's also always liked the idea of living in 'the big city'. However, now that he's actually walking through the snow covered streets of New York, he decided that snow is evil, and the 'big city' looks threatening after sunset.

He kicked a rock out of his path on his way to his cousins. I can take care of myself, he thought angrily. By the time he got inside the house, it was dark out.

"Where were you?!" Peter yelled. Alex was startled. He just went for a walk, and he really wasn't gone for long at all. Why was he so upset?

Peter ushered him inside, checking him over for injuries of any sort. "I go to use the restroom for five minutes and you're nowhere to be seen! I was about to call the cops!" he ranted.

I'm sorry, Alex signed, shaking slightly. I just went for a walk.

Peter deflated, seeing that he was scaring the boy. "Well," he said, walking into the kitchen, "the next time you decide to go on a walk, please, please, please, tell me first. You almost gave me a heart attack."

I will, he signed, taking a seat at the table.

"Here," said Peter, "dinners ready." He served Alex and himself a plate then took a seat.

Thanks, signed Alex.

"I know that this isn't an ideal situation for you, and that you would much rather be back in Nevis right now, but I want you to feel comfortable here. Maybe even say a few words every now and then?"

Alex shoved some food in his mouth and avoided eye contact. He hasn't spoken in years, and he definitely wasn't about to start speaking now.

Peter sighed and pushed his food around his plate with his fork. "I remember when I would go to visit y'all each summer when you were little. You were so happy and energetic. You would sing non-stop for hours on end. Why'd you stop, Alex?" He said.

Alex shrugged and looked down at his plate. Peter wouldn't understand. He wasn't there. Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He stood up and put their dirty plates in the sink, before heading to his room with a simple 'goodnight'.

Alex stood up and went to his own room and lied down to go to sleep.

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He was lying in bed with his mom, deathly sick. You could smell their vomit on the sheets. His brother James was taking care of them, nursing them back to health.

Alex's mother was singing to him weakly, trying to comfort him. 'U-un, deux, t-trois, quatre, cinq, s-six, sept, huit, n-neuf,' she sang. Her voice was getting quieter and quieter. She was losing strength quickly.

'U-un, d-deux, t-trois, quatre, c-cinq, s-six, s—' she couldn't even make it to ten. She was gone. Alex held onto his mom, sobbing harshly. Why do they always have to leave?

Alex shot up in bed, breathing heavily. He wiped the tears from his eyes and shook away the memory of that night.

7:30 am. That leaves him with thirty minutes to get ready for his first day of school. He threw on some fresh clothes and brushed his teeth before going to the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal. Once he was done, he grabbed his backpack and walked out the front door.

Crap. Peters car was still in the driveway. He was late for work. Alex dropped left backpack on the driveway, and ran inside.

He knocked hurriedly on his cousins bedroom door. No answer. He knocked harder. Still no answer. If this is some kind of 'master plan' to get me to speak, Alex thought, It's not going to work. He turned the knob, and opened the door.

********TRIGGER WARNING*******

There was Peter, hanging from a rope with a chair slightly off to his side. Alex froze at the sight, not believing his eyes. Memories overwhelmed him and he fell to the floor in tears.

A man shoving him against the wall and punching him in the gut. His mother stood powerless off to the side while he cried.

Watching his mom slowly get weaker and weaker while he healed. While he lived.

Being trapped underneath a fallen roof, while his brother was drowned by the rising waters.

Alex stood up and ran out of the house and to the neighbors. He pounded on their door until a man came out looking startled. Alex tried to say something. Anything. But he couldn't even get out a simple 'help'. He was too choked up.

He grabbed the man by the wrist and rushed him into the house and to Peter's room, gesturing wildly. The man gasped in shock before pulling out his phone and calling for help.

Alex watched as they covered Peter's body in a white sheet. They said that he was gone before Alex had even woken up.

Alex spent that night at a nearby boys home. His last thought before falling asleep was, 'Why do they always leave?'

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That next morning, a social worker found Alex some foster parents. Their names were Martha and George Washington, and they were the closest available foster parents who knew sign language.

The ride to their house was silent. When they got inside, Mr. Washington showed Alex to his room so that he could unpack. He put all of his clothes in the drawers and placed his stuffed lion, Lin, neatly on the bed. Eventually, he was called down to eat lunch.

While they ate, Mr. Washington told Alex about the new school he would be going to. "There are these boys in your grade called John, Hercules, and Lafayette," he explained, "They're very friendly with everyone, and will probably try to befriend you immediately. They can be a bit overwhelming, but they mean well."

Alex nodded, not really listening. He continued to push his food around his plate. "Son, you need to eat," said Mr. Washington.

Don't call me son, Alex signed. He grudgingly took a bite of his food before pushing his plate to the center of the table.

"I know that you've been through a lot these past few days," the man said tiredly, "but we need you to cooperate with us so that we can help you. Son—"

I'm not your son, Alex signed, tears already forming in his eyes as he got worked up.

"I understand that your hurt and upset," Washington said. No he doesn't, Alex thought, he wouldn't understand unless all of it happened to him.

"And you have every right to be," he continued, "I just want you to know, son—"

CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!, Alex signed aggressively, standing up from his seat. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the shocked faces of Mr. & Mrs. Washington. He ran his hand through his hair before signing weakly, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.

He ran upstairs while holding in tears, only letting them out once the door was closed. Everything's moving too fast, he thought, I just need everything to slow down. He laid on the bed and held Lin, the only thing of his that survived the hurricane, to his chest while he sobbed.

A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts. "Alex?" A female voice said. Mrs. Washington. "We just want you to know that if you ever need to talk, we're here, okay? Sleep well."

Alex only relaxed when he heard her footsteps fade away. He didn't trust these people. They're practically strangers. His only comfort that night was the hope that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be better.

#lams #fanfic #angst #hamilton #high school #mute

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specialagentlokitty · 7 years ago

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David Rossi x Teen!reader - home

Part four

“10:32am tsk shouldn’t you be in school?”

You smirk at the voice and flipped the person off.

“I don’t know Jay, I could say the same for you.”

The boy chuckled and sat with you on top of the bins. He lit up a cigarette and smirked.

“Happy birthday kid.” He smiled holding out a present.

You took it gently and slowly opened it, no way.. it was a small silver ring, just big enough to fit on your pinkie.

“Where did you..?”

“You fosters tossed it out a few days ago.”

You tensed up a little bit but pushed them back a bit. You could always count on Jay. Jay and yourself had been inseparable since being put into foster care at the age of six, they always made sure you two were in the same area otherwise you’d run no matter how far to each other.

“Talk is you got taken by cops?”

“Nah, I got taken by fancy cops dude.”

“Ooo details girl!” He yelled.

“I worry for you man, anyways. So I was just minding my own business right? Chilling up by the shopping center when all of a sudden these dude in suits surrounded me. Saying they be FBI and went to arrest me. This one dude real tall and well built goes to cuff me so I ran, he tackles me and I punch him. Then they put me in a car and I nearly made it crash and this dude called Rossi took me in.”

Jay whistled running a hand through his blond hair, his bright blue eyes shining with mischief.

“Rossi like the Rossi? David Rossi?”

“Yeah bro.”

“Damn dude he’s famous yo-“ “(Y/N)!”

Jay peered around you and you looked to the side, how the hell..? Damn they were good. It was the female agent with two others.

“Rossi, we’ve found her. She’s with someone else, Garcia is sending you location now..”

*ROSSI POV*

“Rossi, we’ve found her. She’s with someone else, Garcia is sending you location now..” Dereks voice came through his ear piece.

Hotch swung the SUV in a U-turn as Rossi held the phone on speaker.

“Oh! Her records come in.. oh.. oh my..-“ “Garcia?” He asked.

“Her parents died in a car crash when she was six. She was out in the system. She was bounced from three homes till she met a boy her age called Jay. The pair got along well so everyone kept them close. At age 8 she was put into another home. She was admitted to the hospital repeatedly in the space of 6 months for different broken bones and injuries. She was then taken from that home and she bounced all over the place until a few months ago where she was put in the care of Mr and Mrs Ridden. She was a runaway, violent, has a record for arsonal, vandalism, battery, trespassing, hitting a cop, shop lifting.”

“What about her hospital records?” He asked anger boiling up.

“Hold on... ah! Broken wrist, broken leg, apparently she fell down the stairs and split her head. Uhm.. she was admitted with stab wounds multiple, she said it was a fight she was 11 at the time. Age twelve she was admitting after passing out in school she was under weight. Age 15 she was admitted again, she had been beaten badly. Then in the past few months she been admitted for broken ribs and other bones, passing out, she got into a fight at school where she had a fractured rib, she was suspended. She was also admitted with omg! She was shot!”

“Okay okay Garcia, it’s okay clam down, try find more on her parents it may help. Send us a picture.” Hotch ordered and Rossi hung up.

“She’s a strong kid.”

“Aaron, maybe that’s why she’s running. She doesn’t want to get hurt. Have Garcia Kew it on the low for now” Hotch nodded and called Garcia as they jumped out the car.

*YOUR POV*

You stared them down. Why can’t the leave you alone?

“(Y/N), Rossi is looking for you..” the woman walked a bit closer.

“Jj..” “Reid it’s okay.”

You smirked, now you knew their names too. Derek, Jj and Reid. Nice.

“I don’t give a shit.” You shrugged.

Jay flicked his lit cigarette butt at her and jumped of the bin. He steadied you as you jumped down as well.

“He’s really worried, we just want to help.” Reid urged.

You flipped him off. You could tell they were loosing their patience, that’s what you were aiming for. You wanted to make them mad.

“Kid we don’t have time..” agent derek warned.

“Sure you don’t mr Derek but I do.”

“Ooo that’s Derek!? He’s pretty hot!” Jay grinned.

You spotted JJ and Reid trying not to laugh and Derek looked lost for words. Jay wordlessly took your hand in his, you guys started to run down the ally together.

The three FBI agents called you name as you ran into the busy street. Taking a left you guys ran, you and Jay worked together like one mind in sync. He knew when you wanted to run right, you knew when he wanted to turn left.

That’s when you found yourself running straight into the FBI agents.

“You can’t run!” Reid shouted.

“Watch me jackass!”

The pair of you skidded to a halt, Jay moving protectively in front of you something that didn’t go unnoticed by the group. Local officers surrounded you.

You glanced up at Jay with scared eyes, not again.. he backed up taking you with him. When you both colided with a chest.

“(Y/N)..?”

“Rossi..” you mumbled.

Jay quickly pulled you away from the older agent and held you closely.

“Let go of her son.” Rossi warned.

“No! You won’t take her!”

“Why can’t we take her?” Hotchner asked.

“Because, I need her. You suits can’t take her again. I’ve got to protect her.” He snarled.

“Jay..” You hissed.

He looked at you and you seen tears in his eyes. That’s when you spotted a cop trying to grab him, you spun Jay behind you and kicked the cop in the gut.

“Stay away!” You roared.

Rossi held up his hands in surrender and begun to walk towards you. A soft smile on his face, he slowly reached out.

“If you come in with us, we won’t separate you.”

When Rossi came close enough you seen Jay go to attack him but before he could hit the agent you place a hand on his chest, guns cocked and Rossi raised his hands in denfense. Jay gave you a questioning look.

“Don’t hit him..” you mumbled.

“(Y/N)?”

“Jay.. please.. don’t he.. you can’t hit him..”

He watched as you shook. Trying to contain your emotions.

Damn it.. you cursed in your head. Why can’t you do anything to this guy? Why was he so special? When you looked into his eyes you see something you hadn’t seen for a while.. not since your parents died. He was just another suit, doing his job. He’d soon leave you like all the others.

But will he? He seems to care. You can’t hurt agent rossi because you’ve taken a liking to him. A voice in the back of your head laughed.

You clenched your jaw together and scowled towards the agent.

“God damnit.” You cursed.

You put your hands up above your head. This caused Rossi to laugh. You rose an eyebrow and cautiously he grabbed your hands despite Jays growl of warning he lowered your hands.

“I’m not going to arrest you. I just have one question...” he trailed off.

His eyes flashed with pain.

“Why?” He asked holding your hands gently.

You took a deep shuddering breath. “I didn’t want to get hurt.”

Rossi and Jay froze at that moment, each holding his own pain at your words. Thankful that the others weren’t close enough. Rossi cowed he’d deal with anyone who ever hurt you and Jay vowed never to leave you on your own

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #david rossi x reader #david rossi #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #jenifer jareau #garcia #derek morgan

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fanfics4all · 7 years ago

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Mother's Footsteps

Request: Yes / no Can u do a serpent gang imagine where u are a really badass girl and they find out about ur drugs and try to help u and one day they walk in and find u overdosed. Happy ending please😊 Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night (Request are closed)

Sweet Pea, Toni, Fangs, Jughead, and FPx Fem!Reader

Word count: 2026

Warnings: Drug addiction, Puking, cursing, overdosing, Needles and I think that’s it.

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Summary: Your friends try to help you with your drug problem when it takes a turn for the worse.

A/N: Because they haven’t really explained what Jingle Jangle is yet I decided to just generalize how the overdose would be like.

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Now the Serpents weren’t a gang that did drugs in fact, none of them did… well, I did but none of them knew about it or I’m pretty sure I’d be kicked out. Right now we were at a drag race, Serpents viruses Ghoulies, I was hanging out with Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs while Jughead got ready to race. I looked around and saw that some of the Ghoulies had those all too familiar straws out and I smiled, I was really craving some good Jingle Jangle. They called out that the race was starting and as everyone crowded around the starting line I slipped away from the gang to find a Ghoulie who would sell to me. I spotted Bingo, my usual dealer and smiled. I rushed over to him since I was in a hurry, I didn’t want anyone to realize I was gone.

“Bingo! Hey.” I said with a flirtatious smile.

“Well if it isn’t my most valuable customer, how much you need?” He asked pulling out a bag full of red, yellow, and blue straws.

“Give me 25.” I said pulling out a 150 in cash.

“You got it doll.” He smiled taking my money and handing me the JJ, he always gave me a discount.

“Enjoy.” He said with a wink and I smiled. I walked away from everyone and started pouring some JJ in my mouth. Then I decided that wasn’t enough of a high for me so I snorted two straws and that was a great idea. I giggled and put the rest in my pocket then walked back to the group.

“Where were you?” Toni asked the second I was in earshot of them.

“I just went to the bathroom.” I lied through my teeth, lucky for me they bought it. I learned how to act normal around them while I was high and it always got easier the more I did it.

“Scatter! Cops are rounding up Ghoulies!” Some random Ghoulie shouted and everyone started hopping in their cars and leaving. Seconds later and Jughead came riding up. Tallboy and Jug started fighting and once it was over Sweet Pea grabbed me and pulled me to his bike. He pulled me roughly and my JJ fell out my pocket making all of them freeze. I tried to get out of his grip to pick them up but he pulled me harder and sat me on his bike looking pissed. He got on and drove off as fast as he could. We drove to Toni’s trailer and Sweets and Fang’s pulled me inside. They tossed me on the couch and they all stood there crossing their arms.

“Why the fuck did you have JJ?” Fangs asked annoyed. I shrugged and Toni came over, she roughly grabbed my face and forced me to look at her.

“She’s high, is that where you ran off to? To buy Jingle Jangle!?” Toni asked.

“Why the hell would you do this? That’s how your mom died!” Sweets asked.

“It’s a good feeling, you guys should really try it.” I smiled and pulled one of the straws that didn’t fall out, out of my pocket and opened it. Toni grabbed it out of my hand then ripped my jacket open and took the rest.

“Hey!” I shouted and tried to take them back but Fangs and Sweets came over and held me down. Toni went outside then returned a few moments later.

“I burned them.”

“What!?” I shouted and tried to escape the boy's grip.

“We’re gonna help you get over this.” Fangs said.

“I don’t want to get over it! There’s nothing to get over!” I shouted annoyed.

“I’m calling FP and Jug.” Toni said and went into the other room.

The next hour was filled with them taking away my phone and Fangs and Sweet Pea pretty much sitting on me to keep me from leaving. FP and Jughead walked in and saw my screaming at the three Serpents in the room.

“She’s been like this since we took the JJ away.” Toni explained to the two that were looking at me confused.

“Let her up.” FP said to the two boys.

“Are you sure?” Fangs asked and he nodded. The two got up and I immediately tried to run out the door. FP grabbed me and pushed me to Jughead. Jug grabbed me and held my arms behind my back.

“Let me go!” I screamed and tried to struggle but when I did it hurt.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me.” FP said grabbing my face to look at him.

“Why are you doing JJ when that’s the thing that killed your mother.”

“Because it makes me feel good!” I said still trying to get out of Jugs grip.

“It’s the reason your mother is dead!” Jughead grunted holding me a little tighter.

“I don’t care! It helps!” I screamed and tears started falling down my face.

“Let me go! I need it!” I cried. The Serpents in the room looked at each other shocked then back at me and watched me struggle and cry.

“Please…” I cried and my voice broke a bit.

“Let her go.” FP said to his son and he did. FP pulled me into a hug and I tried to get out of it, just wanting to get more JJ.

“We’re gonna help you, okay?” I just cried and held onto him.

It’s been a month and Toni had my phone, they were taking turns looking after me but right now I was alone since Toni had to go to work early. Jughead was on his way here and I was laying on my living room floor shaking and my stomach was killing me. I got up and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Once I was finished I wiped my mouth and went to go back to the living room when something caught my eye. My laptop! How did I not think of this sooner! I ran over to it and with shaky hands logged into Facebook. Bingo did live far so he could probably make it here before Jughead!

Once I messaged him I closed my laptop and ran to the living room. I waited for him to get here and it was the longest wait of my fucking life! My doorbell rang and I ran to the door, I opened it and there stood Bingo with a huge bag of JJ.

“Hey there Doll, I missed you.” He said with a smirk.

“Here’s the money!” I said desperately to get the bag. He took it from my shaking hands and then looked at my face. My skin was lighter and my breathing was faster.

“You okay there Doll?” He asked worried still holding the bag.

“I just need that!” I said pointing to the bag filled with colorful straws of happiness.

“Oh, I get it. Here ya go, don’t take it all at once.” He said handing me the bag and then left. I shut the door and quickly ripped open the bag. I took a handful of straws and ripped the tops off then dumped the powder into my mouth. I swallowed and smiled as the familiar feeling spread through my body. I sighed happily and took out more and more straws. I got to the last one and dumped it into my mouth. I got up to throw out the wrappers before Jughead came but once I took my first step I fell to the ground and started seizing. My mouth started foaming and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move and soon enough darkness overtook me.

Jughead’s POV

It was my turn to keep an eye on Y/N and I walked into her trailer.

“Hey Y/N, I-” I stopped when I saw her on the floor with colorful straws all around her and foam coming out her mouth, she wasn’t moving. I went into full panic mode but was happy I took my dad’s truck today. I picked her up and ran to the truck. I placed her in the back hen ran to the driver's seat. I turned the car on and pulled out of Sunnyside Trailer Park and to the hospital. I pulled out my phone and called Toni.

“Jug, hey what’s up?” Toni asked.

“Y/N overdosed! She got her hands on JJ somehow and now I’m on the way to the hospital!” I said quickly.

“Fuck, um… Okay, I’ll get Sweets and Fangs and we’ll meet you there! Want me to call FP?” She asked then called the guys over to her.

“Yeah, I’m almost there… Hurry!” I said fast and hung up. I pulled up to the hospital and pulled Y/N out the truck.

“Help!” I shouted rushing up the counter.

“Sir, you’ll have to wait your turn.” A nurse said not looking up from her paper.

“She doesn’t have time to wait!” I shouted annoyed.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” I turned and saw a doctor walking up to me.

“She’s overdosed, she’s not breathing…” I said and the doctor called for a gurney.

“How long has she been like this?” He asked as they moved her.

“I don’t know, I walked into her place and she was like that…” I said following them.

“Okay, what’s her name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered and a nurse stopped me from going in the doors.

“We’ll take it from here.” He said and they disappeared behind the doors. I sat down and waited for everyone to show up.

It was half an hour later when everyone came in.

“Jug!” Toni shouted and I turned around.

“How is she?” Sweet Pea asked worriedly.

“I don’t know, they haven’t told me anything…” I said with a sigh.

“I’ll go find out.” My dad said and went up to the desk. The three of us sat down worried for our friend, no, our family.

“She’s okay, she’s still asleep but she’s alive.” My dad said coming back over to us.

“Can we see her?” Fangs asked and my dad nodded. We all followed him to her room and walked in. She was hooked up to machines and had needles poking her arms. She looked so peaceful.

Y/N’s POV

I fluttered my eyes open and a blinding white light was awaiting me. I shut my eyes again and groaned, am I dead?

“She’s awake!” I heard a girls voice say.

“Lower the lights, boy.” Another voice said and I heard a click.

“You can open your eyes hun.” The same voice said and I opened my eyes. There stood Toni, Jughead, Fangs, Sweet Pea, and FP; I looked down and there were needles in my arm and a tag around my wrist.

“What happened?” I asked confused.

“You overdosed…” Sweets said sadly and my eyes widened.

“Oh…” I said and looked down embarrassed.

“What happened Y/N?” FP asked sitting on my bed.

“I-I got on my laptop...no one was there...so I messaged Bingo…” I said and tears fell down my face.

“You didn’t take away her laptop?” Fangs asked confused.

“She needed it for school!” Jughead said in defense.

“So you got more Jingle from a Ghoulie and took too much…” FP said and I nodded.

“I didn’t mean to… I just could take the shaking and pain anymore!” I cried and FP held me while I cried.

“Shhh, it’s okay Y/N/N… but now you realize what your mother went through. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it but we’re not gonna let you make the same mistake.” He said holding me closer.

“I’m sorry…” I said my tears slowing down.

“Don’t worry Y/N/N, you’ve got us and we’re not gonna let anything like this happen again.” Toni said holding my hand sitting on the other side of my bed. I looked around at my family, the only family I had left and I smiled. It was going to be a long hard road but with them by my side, I knew I’d be able to make it through this dark time.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 7 years ago

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S.T REWRITE - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt.5 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

With the help of their new friend, Y/n, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas set out to search for Will. Joyce is convinced her missing son is trying to talk to her.

||3rd Person POV||

Nancy slammed the front door behind her.

"Hey! You're home early! How was the game?" Karen Wheeler asked, never looking up from her mixing bowl.

When Nancy didn't reply, Karen looked up. She found her daughter standing in the hallway, clearly fighting tears.

"Nancy? What's the matter?"

Nancy couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

"It's Barb. I think... something happened. Something terrible." Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper and Karen stared at her daughter worriedly.

× × ×

"I don't know, Chief." Powell sighed.

The two men were seated at one of the tables at the library.

"What don't you know?"

"This lady Terry Ives, sounds like a real nut to me. Her kid was taken for LSD mind control experiments? She's been discredited. Claim was thrown out--"

"Okay, forget about her." Hopper interjects, swiping the newspaper clipping aside and pulling up a different one.

"Take a look at this."

Hopper points the man in the lab coat and tie from the column he found earlier.

"Dr. Martin Brenner."

"Who?"

"Brenner. He runs Hawkins Lab."

"Okay."

Hopper scoffs, and leans back in his chair.

"You don't find that interesting?"

"Not really." Powell states, clearly still confused. "He was involved in some hippie crap back in the day, so what?"

"No, this isn't hippie crap. This is CIA-sanctioned research."

"Doesn't mean he had anything to do with our kid." Powell offers.

"Come on. Look at that. Hospital gowns. All of 'em. Now that piece of fabric that the teacher found by the pipe. That sure looked like a hospital gown to me, huh? Am I wrong?" Hopper pressed.

"I don't know, Chief."

Hopper sighed deeply. "Come on, man. Work with me here. I'm not saying that there's some grand conspiracy. I'm just..."

Hopper pauses, sighing once more. "I'm saying maybe something happened. Maybe Will was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn't have."

Powell considered this. "It's a reach."

"It's a start."

Suddenly the crackling of the comms interrupted their thoughts. Callahan's voice crackled on the other end.

"Hey, Powell, is the chief with you?"

Before Powell could respond, Hopper leaned forward with a sigh and picked up. "Hopper here. What do you got?"

The library doors slammed open and Hopper and Powell ran out to the car in a hurry. The sun was setting by now, and they hopped in the car. The vehicle roared to life as the sirens began blaring.

||Reader's POV||

We were still walking, my feet grew sore and darkness had already set in. El was at the front, taking confident strides, the boys and I following eagerly behind. That's when it hit me.

I know this road. This is Will's house.

'What are we doing here?'

She stopped and turned around, facing all of us.

"Here."

"Yeah, this is where Will lives."

"Hiding." She said.

I blinked a few times, unsure.

"But... I-I don't understand." My heart fell.

"No, no, this is where he lives. He's missing from here. Understand?"

Lucas and Dustin had finally caught up, the two of them dropped their bikes in frustration. Something in Lucas snapped, and he spoke up, clearly frustrated.

"What are we doing here?"

"She said he's hiding here."

"Um... no!"

Anxiety began to take over my body as the boys began to argue. I wanted to defend El but, truthfully I was having a hard time with it myself.

"I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing--" Dustin began, but he was quickly cut off by Lucas shouting.

"That's exactly what we did. I told you she didn't know what the hell she was talking about!"

Mike, who was looking less and less patient, turned to El.

"Why did you bring us here?"

El seemed to lose the ability to speak properly. She stuttered, clearly nervous.

"Mike, don't waste your time with her."

As the boys continued fighting, I brought my hand up to my chin. Nervously scratching my wound, just so my hand could be occupied. A nervous habit of mine.

"What do you want to do then?"

'Wait a minute.'

"Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday."

'That's not possible.'

"We are not calling the cops!"

'My wound. It's... It's gone. Completely gone.'

My face contorted out of confusion and bewilderment. But before I could register

what was happening, Dustin began shouting to get out attention. I looked to him, waiting.

"Hey, guys?"

"What other choice do we have?"

"Guys!"

We all turned and watched as Dustin stepped forward. His eyes on the nearby road. We all fell silent.

And that's when I heard it.

'No. No, no, no.'

The daunting sound of sirens grew louder with every second. A few police cars zoomed by.

'That could be anything. Right?'

An ambulance was in close pursuit.

My stomach plunged.

"Will..." the words left my mouth without me realizing. I ran for my bike and the boys followed.

We sped off into the night, my bike tires sprayed mud all over me, soaking my socks as we zipped through puddles and over hills, but I didn't care.

'I have to get to him.'

He has to be okay.

He has to be.

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce set down the paint can and looked to wall of letters, shaking. "Okay. Okay, baby, talk to me." She shifted on her feet nervously rubbing her hands together. "Talk to me. Where are you?"

'R'

"'R.' Good, good, good, good. That's good. Come on, come on."

'I'

"'I...G...H...T...H...E...R...E.''Right here.' 'Right here?' I-I don't know what that means. I need you to tell me what to do. What should I do? How do I get to you? How do I find you? What should I do?"

'R'

'U'

'N'

The strange sound of crunching and chomping can be heard before every light in the house begins to flicker violently. She turns around in silent terror and sees the massive figure push it's way through the wall. It tears through the wall like fabric and staggers in. Joyce sprints for the back door.

||Reader's POV||

The chase felt like it lasted for hours. Normally I would be exhausted by now, but I was too worried about Will. I was much farther ahead of everybody but not enough that we couldn't communicate..

Time seemed to stretch on forever as we rode through the fog. It was harder to recognize the area at night, but I was fairly certain we were near to the quarry.

'Oh, no. Please, no.'

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce hasn't stopped running since she left the living room. Her legs grew tired as she ran down the concrete road but she refused to stop. She spares a second to look behind her as she runs and when she looks back a car comes to a halt barely missing her.

"Mom?" Jonathan calls, scrambling out of the car to his startled mother.

"Mom, what happened?"

Joyce only whimpered as she held her son tight.

||Reader's POV||

"Oh, God no." I whined.

We made it down to the quarry and there were at least three police cars, a fire truck and an ambulance. A bunch of firemen and paramedics were standing just knee deep in the water.

We came to a grinding halt behind the firetruck and I abandoned my bike as soon as my feet touched the ground.

I ran to the end of the firetruck, peeking out from the side. I knew that if I made myself known they would shoo me away.

I watched in horror as they pulled a lifeless body from the water, and placed it on a water rescue stretcher.

Tears were brimming in my eyes, making it harder to tell who it was. I don't want to believe it, I really truly don't, but some were deep down I knew.

"It's not Will. It can't be." Mike said, disbelieving.

My heart was in my throat as I fought back the tears which were now stinging my eyes.

But then I saw it. The small, lifeless body. He was wearing the same red vest he wore on that night. I was speechless. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I lost my breath. It made me shrink into Lucas, I buried my face in his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me.

"It's Will. It's really Will." Lucas whispered.

The noise I made was incoherent. I let out wail and tore myself away from Lucas's embrace.

"Will? Will!" I called. Lucas and Dustin pulled me back. I fought and screamed my throat raw. I wanted to get to him. To see if it was really true. But I was too weak. Defeat set in and I went limp, collapsing onto the ground and I hugged my knees.

"Mike..." El choked out. She reached a hand out to Mike's shoulder in comfort and slapped her away.

"'Mike'? 'Mike,' what? You were supposed to help us find him alive! You said he was alive!"

I couldn't stop my tears. I feel confused, angry, frightened. I feel heartbreak.

"You said he was alive! Why did you lie to us? What's wrong with you? What is wrong with you?"

"Mike..."

"What?"

She stared at Mike, at a loss for words. She turned to me, but all I could do was look up at her. I hugged my knees and cried more. Panic consumed her as she looked at me and then back at Mike.

"Will..." I whimpered.

"Mike, come on. Don't do this man. Mike." Lucas voice broke.

I didn't care he was leaving. It didn't even completely register. I just sat there, mourning my best friend.

"Mike, where are you going? Mike!"

I sat there, numb as I watched them pull Will out of the water. I watched as Will's lifeless, pale body was carried off by strangers.

'Why? Why him? Why now?’

Another sob wracked my body as I watched completely helpless as my best friend was being carried away in body bag.

||3rd Person POV||

Mike swung open his front door and slammed it just as fast. He stood frozen in front of his parents who looked to be comforting Nancy.

"Michael?" Karen called. "What's wrong?" She strode swiftly towards her weeping son who hesitantly held his arms out. She enveloped him in a hug and he collapsed into sobs.

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