#any nice place? shes like (lemme pose can you get a photo of me?)

[musubiki]

danmarch 🐉💎

[tobin-heaths]

Second family

request: Can you do something with Krashlyn being readers team moms and being like over protective and stuff maybe?

pairing: Krashlyn x Reader

words: 1146

It hasn't been easy but you did it, winning against North Carolina with a solid score of 2:0 for your team, Orlando; you could be extremely proud.

It was a hella piece of work, your whole body covered in a waterfall of grass and sweat. You felt super dirty but very happy and exhausted.

Your cleats are over and done with after this game but you wanted new ones anyways.

Once you were done shaking hands with your opponents and referees you joined your teammates to greet and thank some fans.

You walked over to a small group of teenagers that prepared a nice and gay banner for you, with your face as big as possible plastered all over it.

"Woah, this looks amazing. All of you did this? Crazy talented. Want me to sign this?" You offered and grabbed one of their pens to smack your signature onto it.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. Could we take some pics?" A couple of them asked and held their phones ready with puppy dog eyes. How could you ever say no? "Sure, guys."

"Wait. Lemme take those photos." Ashlyn joined your side and grabbed the first phone while you stood next to the girl who put an arm around your shoulder. You repeated this with the rest of them until it was Ashlyn's time to pose for photos.

"Any chance we might get your jersey?" The oldest of them asked, must be around the same age as you. "I'd love to but I'm not sure if I'm allowed or not." You bit your lip and looked back at a shoulder shrugging Ashlyn. "I mean, just do it," She suggested. "You can have my jacket then."

"You're lucky today. What's your name?" You asked, taking your jersey off and putting it into her hands as others filmed the interaction. "It's Lucy." She replied and hugged the shirt close to her as if she just won the biggest prize of her life, not missing the fact that her eyes ogled your abs. You laughed.

"Right. Well, it was very nice to meet all of you guys. Have fun with the jersey, Lucy. Hope to see you again. Follow me on Insta." You winked at her and walked off with Ashlyn.

"Why do you always have to be such a flirt?" Shaking her head she nudged you. "I see a beautiful girl, I can't help myself. You must know that of all people, you can't ever stop when you see Ali."

Rolling her eyes she handed you the purple fabric. "Thanks, mom." You joked and quickly stopped laughing once Ali joined the two of you.

"Why is she walking around shirtless, Ashlyn?" Ali crossed her arms and studied the two of you. "What are you asking me? Ask her." Ash laughed and held her hands up.

You quickly put the jacket on, a little bit too big for you, why was Ashlyn so tall. "I gave my jersey away, of course. That's why."

As much as you loved being around these two, it could be really nerve wrecking whenever they decided to be super overprotective. Both of them took over the role of your team moms when you joined Orlando Pride and the USWNT later on, it definitely had its perks sometimes.

You quickly ducked away from their discussion and made your way over to another small fan section calling for your attention. You passed two or more people on your way there, all looking at you with nasty looks on their faces.

"Fuck Orlando Pride! Nothing good about it." "You think you're a good player?"

"Go back to the hole you came from!"

"You didn't deserve this win."

Those calls were nothing new, you didn't know what they were since none of them actually wore any kind of merch from either team. There were always some kind of people not happy about the stuff you did but it would be impossible to please everyone.

"Team full of gays. Disgusting if you ask me."

One of them made you stop dead in your tracks. Turning around you marched over there completely forgetting all about the waiting fans. "No one asked you about your stupid opinion, you dumb prick, so shut the fuck up and leave if you don't like this shit. No one asked you to be here." You exclaimed, ready to climb over the railing and throw hands.

He walked up to you and pushed his chest out, trying to appear big and scary but this didn't scare you at all. It only made your nostrils flare more.

Of course your arguing with this stranger made other people notice it, so did Ash and Ali. They were the first ones at your side, grabbing your waist and lifting you off the railing and behind Ashlyn as Ali went back over to the guy, telling him off and letting security deal with these people.

"Hands off my baby, dumbass. If you have anything to say, say it to my face, coward." Ashlyn yelled at him, as he got dragged away.

You groaned but smiled nonetheless. "I'm not a baby." You grumbled in embarrassment. "Yes, you are. Stop discussing, young lady." Ali tsked and put her arm around your neck.

"Don't ever do this again. You never know if they actually try to hurt you. You were lucky he was all talk and no bite." Ash explained while walking back over towards the locker room.

"Yeah, I get it, thanks mom." You rolled your eyes. Yes, you were grateful for their words and wisdom but it was a bit too much sometimes, especially when you had their parenting eyes on you constantly.

"How about you come to our place today and stay a few days? We could continue binging our show and get some Chipotle? We can drive to training together then." Ali asked, taking her place next to you in the locker room. You raised your eyebrows. "I know what you guys are trying. You're doing this so I don't go out partying with friends, huh." You stated with a smug grin.

Ali looked over to Ashlyn, who was standing in the middle of the room talking to Sydney, and looked at her like she wanted to say 'you heard that?'. Ashlyn shrugged her shoulders, smirked and resumed her conversation.

"Seems like I am right after all. But yeah, I love spending my time with you. Lemme just call my fam later and then it's settled. I still got my stuff over at yours, right?" You asked and finished packing your bag.

"Yes, it's all there from last time." Standing up she ruffled your hair and joined Ashlyn's side kissing her cheek. You stared after her and admired what they had, lucky to have these people in your life and call them your friends and family as well.

[fruit-teeth]

Matters of Time and Fate (Chapter 16)

It was after breakfast when Olivia spotted a box in the living room, and out of curiosity, she peeked inside. It was filled with an assortment of items, such as a few books, some tools, and some metallic items she was unable to identify. She dug through the box, pursing her lips together in disappointment. She hadn’t had an idea of what she was hoping to find, but she hoped there are at least would be something in there she could enjoy.

“Whoa, there, kid!” Engineer’s voice piped up from behind her, and he gently pulled her away from the box. “What are you after?”

Olivia shrugged, peering back into the box again. “I dunno! Something interesting, I guess…”

Engie thought for a moment, tapping his chin. “Interesting, huh? Well, this is just some stuff for my workspace, you ain’t gonna find anything too interesting in here. Except…”

He reached into the box, pulling out a small camera. “I got this! It’s a real nice camera, see?”

Olivia leaned in to look at the device. It was smooth and sleek, though a little dusty around the crevices, and she watched as Engineer brushed some of the dust away with his finger. “There we go,” he hummed, before passing it to her. “Do you know how to use a camera?”

“I know a little!” Olivia replied, taking the camera into her hands and looking it over. “I saw Daddy use one once…” she turned it around, searching for the button, and she pressed it once she managed to locate it. Instantly, there was a flash, and the camera began to click.

Within a few seconds, the camera spit out a small picture, which Engie tugged out and held up to the light. “There we go! Give it time to develop, and then you got a nice picture!”

Olivia took it from Engie’s hands to get a good look at it, watching as the accidental picture she had taken of the carpet slowly developed. “Oh!” she gasped, feeling proud of herself as she showed Engineer. “Look! It worked!”

Engineer laughed. “Great, yeah! You can use it if you want! I got a bunch of these cameras laying around, go ahead and take pictures! I used to take all kinds of pictures as a kid,”

Olivia stuffed the picture into her pocket, and she turned away to scamper up the stairs. “I’m gonna take pictures of everything!”

“Yeah, go ahead!” Engie chuckled, picking the box up and rising to his feet so he could finish setting the office up.

Olivia ran up towards the bathroom, where she spotted Scout brushing his teeth over the sink. Without giving any kind of warning, she positioned her camera and took a photo of him, the flash catching him off guard.

“Gah!” Scout exclaimed, nearly choking on the toothbrush. “Jeez, kid, what the hell!?”

The camera produced the small photo, and Olivia tugged it out, waving it around like she had seen Engineer do. “Look what I got!”

Scout squinted at the object. “Camera, huh? Cool, but if you’re gonna take a picture of me, it better be a good one!”

“Good one?” Olivia repeated, stuffing the new photo into her pocket with the other one.

“Yeah! Hang on,” Scout wiped his mouth with a towel, before he took another, clean towel and draped it around his shoulders. He then struck a pose, flexing one arm and grinning. “Okay, now take a picture!”

Olivia held up the camera again, snapping a photo. Once it printed, she pulled it out of the slot and held it up to the light, giggling. “Looks like a magazine!’

Scout laughed, reaching for it. “Lemme see!” when she passed it to him, he stared at it for a moment before nodding in approval. “Yeah, looks great! You could be a photo-person or whatever, for newspapers and stuff,”

“Could I?” Olivia looked down at the camera, thinking about it. Any future job besides taking her father’s place had never seemed like a possibility…but, given her current circumstance, taking photos could end up being her job instead.

Just then, Lar-Nah stepped out of the other room, and when Olivia heard her, she turned right back around and took her picture as well. Lar-Nah jolted in alarm at the flash, letting out a yelp.

“What was that!?” she demanded to know. “Why are you taking photos!?”

“Hey, be nice to the kid!” Scout reprimanded. “She’s just taking pictures, she’s gonna be a photo-person maybe!”

Lar-Nah composed herself, before she just shook her head at Scout. “Photographer. You mean photographer. ‘Photo-person’ is not a job,”

Scout waved her off. “Same difference. Hey, kid,” he put his hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “You wanna take pictures around the house?”

Olivia glanced back over at Lar-Nah. Lar-Nah lingered by the doorway, before she turned and headed down the stairs.

“Don’t worry about her,” Scout cleared his throat. “How about you take pictures of like, stuff outside? Or bugs? I dunno, that kinda thing,”

“I don’t want to take pictures of bugs,” Olivia wrinkled her nose. After a moment, she decided, “I’ll take pictures of Teddy!”

“Oh, the doc’s monkey? Sure, go nuts,” Scout turned back to the mirror, slathering shaving cream on his face. “I gotta shave real quick,”

Olivia tilted her head in confusion, watching him apply the shaving cream. “But you don’t have a beard,”

“Better go see Teddy before he takes his nap,” Scout suggested, raising his voice slightly, though it was clear he wasn’t trying to be mean. Olivia shrugged, and she headed back down the stairs in hopes of getting a picture or two of Teddy.

Upon arriving to Medic’s basement lab, Olivia stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked around, trying to remember where he kept Teddy. The basement had been rearranged slightly since the last time Olivia had been down there, so she tried to figure out where Teddy’s playpen had been moved to.

However, as she peeked over the doorway and into the lab, she noticed something unusual. There was a TV down there, now, and Heavy was seated on a couch in front of it. As Olivia watched, she realized that Medic was there, too, but he was curled up beside Heavy, cuddling against him.

The TV showed an old, black and white film, and a man on the screen tripped and fell into a trashcan as a laugh-track played. Heavy laughed out loud, as Medic just clicked his tongue and mumbled something about how ‘predictable’ the show was. Heavy leaned over, nuzzling Medic’s cheek with his nose and chuckling. Medic could not help but smile, exhaling of his nose as he nuzzled back. Then, the two of them kissed one another gently.

Olivia watched in stunned silence, blinking slowly. She almost forgot about the camera in her hands, and without thinking, she loosened her grip on it. It slipped out of her hands, and once she realized what had happened, she acted quickly and attempted to catch it. She managed to catch it, but not without accidentally pressing the button and taking a photo of her own sock by mistake.

Medic startled at the sound of the flash, and he jerked his head up in alarm. “Gott!” he exclaimed, noticing Olivia. “Child, did you take a picture of us!?”

“No, I didn’t!” Olivia pulled out the picture once the camera spat it out, holding it up for Medic and Heavy to see. “I-I was just—!”

Heavy shushed her, getting up from the couch. “Is okay. What you need? Need something?”

“I…” Olivia then spotted Teddy in his playpen, which had been moved over next to Medic’s cabinets. The little baboon was sleeping peacefully, sucking on his pacifier in his sleep. Olivia shook her head. “No…”

“All right,” Heavy smiled at her, though he seemed a little uneasy. “See that?” he pointed to a little bell hanging up outside of the lab. “Ring that next time, yes?”

Olivia looked up at the bell, and she nodded after a moment. “Okay…I will,”

She walked slowly back up the stairs, wondering about what she had seen. Were Medic and Heavy in love? She had seen old movies before where people kissed, and they usually did that when they were in love…she didn’t see what was so great about kissing, though.

Just as Olivia wandered into the kitchen, the side door swung open. She looked towards the direction of the sound, and it was right then that the Administrator walked in with Miss Pauling right behind her.

Miss Pauling noticed the camera Olivia held in her hands, and she nodded at it. “Hey! You’ve been taking pictures?”

“Yeah,” Olivia reached into her pockets, fishing out the photos she’d taken so far and showing them to her. “I got these ones!”

As Pauling bent down to get a look at the pictures, the Administrator set her purse down on the counter to watch Olivia show off her photos. When Olivia noticed Helen watching her, Helen cleared her throat and looked away.

“Olivia,” she began, before looking back at her. “I’m going to hold a meeting with the adults, so you will need to be upstairs for that,”

Olivia frowned, huffing. “I don’t wanna! I was just up there!”

Helen raised her voice just a little. “You have to, a meeting is no place for a child,”

Olivia crossed her arms defiantly, glaring up at Helen. “No! You can’t make me do anything!”

“Really?” Helen crossed her arms in return, taking a step forward. “That simply isn’t true…”

Miss Pauling suddenly cut in, getting between Helen and Olivia. “Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t you go outside and take pictures of plants and stuff, Olivia? It’s really pretty outside, that might be fun,”

Olivia turned to look out the window, seeing that it was, in fact, very nice and sunny outside. She looked down at the camera again, and then shrugged. “Okay…yeah, I can do that, I guess…”

“Good!” Pauling gestured to the door. “How about you do that while we have our meeting?”

“She should be supervised if she’s outside,” Helen muttered, leaning against the counter to rub her temples.

“Oh…yeah,” Miss Pauling looked around, and she spotted Zhanna lingering in the adjacent dining room. “Hey! Zhanna, can you look after Olivia while she’s taking pictures outside?”

Zhanna glanced up, and she nodded. “That is fine,” she walked up to Olivia, taking her free hand and leading her to the back door. “Come, little Olivia,”

“Okay…” Olivia didn’t really want to miss the meeting—she liked meetings, she liked being somewhere where she could feel important. But she didn’t mind being around Zhanna at all, and she found that she actually enjoyed taking pictures.

As the back door closed, Helen let out a long sigh. “What am I going to do with that girl?”

Miss Pauling fell quiet, before she placed her hand on Helen’s arm to get her attention. “We should really get the guys down here for the meeting,”

Helen shook herself, nodding in agreement. “Yes—yes, of course,”

Once Olivia and Zhanna were outside, Zhanna pointed out a patch of grass in the yard. “Look—grass, take picture of grass,”

Olivia wrinkled her nose at the thought. “But it’s just grass…”

Zhanna went quiet for a moment, before she knelt down in the grass and pointed to the soil. “Get close—see?”

“See what?” Olivia moved a little closer to try and see what Zhanna was pointing at. There, in the soil, sat a little stone, surrounded by smaller pebbles. At first glance, it didn’t seem terribly interesting, but the more Olivia stared at it, the more appealing it seemed somehow.

After a moment, she got her camera back out, snapping a photo of the little rocks. As the picture printed out of the camera, Zhanna glanced back up and reached for it. “Let’s see?”

As Zhanna took the freshly printed picture into her hand, Olivia stood behind her and watched it develop. Once it became visible, Olivia couldn’t help but grin with pride. “It looks nice!”

“It does,” Zhanna agreed with a nod. “You are good at this,”

“Yeah…” Olivia stuffed the picture into her pocket with all the others, before trotting away to the trees behind the house. “I’m gonna find more things!”

Zhanna smiled, and she stood up, following closely behind Olivia. “All right,”

Inside the house, the mercenaries were, once again, gathered in the study for another meeting with the Administrator. This time, however, the atmosphere was different.

“So—wait,” Engineer just shook his head with a sigh. “Sage is sending people after us, now?”

“I said he possibly will send someone,” Helen clarified. “He’s been known to do that with opponents, and well, we are no exception. That is why we should waste no time preparing our defenses,”

Heavy frowned. “This is very bad. Of course, we can destroy puny men, men like him. But…why he want this? With us?”

“It’s me he’s after,” Helen explained. “But its your job to make sure Sage or whoever he hires doesn’t penetrate this place and destroy us again. Once you do your job, I will deal with Sage myself…”

Demoman just stared at his shoe, digging his foot into the carpet. “Sure, you will,” he murmured under his breath.

Helen glanced up when she heard the muttering. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing,” Demo responded, clearing his throat.

There was a pause, and Helen made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “You may leave. Make sure you have your weapons on hand just in case,”

As the mercenaries dispersed, they began muttering amongst themselves once they were out of earshot from Helen.

“There she goes again, dragging us into a mess she created!” Medic huffed as he retrieved his bonesaw from one of the boxes. “Not that I don’t mind a new set of targets, of course, but goodness!”

Scout leaned against the wall, shaking his head. “Man, people don’t just settle things themselves like they used to…if I was her, I would’ve messed up that Sage guy myself! In fact, you know what? I’ll do it!”

Sniper just rolled his eyes. “No, you won’t,”

Spy watched these interactions from a distance, before he turned to look at Miss Pauling, who was busy putting away some folders. He made sure no one else was watching, and he then approached her and got her attention by tapping her shoulder. “Miss Pauling,”

Miss Pauling paused, turning to look up at him. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Spy thought about how to phrase his question. “Well…I would like to know about Helen: why is she doing this?”

“Doing what?” Pauling folded her arms, leaning against the cabinet.

“You know her better than anyone,” Spy went on. “What I’d like to know is why she even wants to keep dragging this on, why she’s doing all of this…why can’t she just…?”

“Die?” Pauling finished for him, a glare in her eyes.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Spy clarified.

Pauling sighed, leaning her head in her hand. “Yeah…sorry. I just…” she looked back up at him, brushing her hair away from her eyes. “It’s complicated,”

“All of it?” Spy questioned. “How is it complicated? Is there no simple, straight explanation as to why she’s staying with us like this? Why she cannot simply kill Sage herself?” another thought crossed his mind, and he added, “Why she’s keeping Olivia here?”

“God, Spy!” Pauling sighed again, a little more exasperated than before. “I told you, Olivia is gonna be fine!”

“I know you told me that,” Spy affirmed, lowering his voice a little. “But I am not inclined to believe you,”

Pauling’s hands balled into fists. “Oh, yeah? And why? What do you think she’s gonna do with Olivia?”

Spy looked all around to make sure Helen was not watching or listening in, and when he made sure she had left, he turned back to Miss Pauling. “I think she’s going to adopt Olivia, and then do something to her to get her fortune,”

Pauling went quiet, and she covered her face with her hands after a moment. “No…Spy…”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Spy pressed, starting to feel angrier by the second. “Miss Pauling, you know I respect you, but I cannot get behind this. Crimes committed against children, to me, are the worst crimes. You know this.”

“No…” Pauling just shook her head again. “No, no, you don’t understand. She’s not gonna hurt Olivia, Spy!”

“And how do I know that?” Spy persisted. “How do I know she won’t—?”

Miss Pauling suddenly blurted out, “Because Olivia’s her daughter! Helen isn’t going to hurt her own kid!”

The words hung heavy in the air. Once Pauling realized what she said, her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. “I…I…”

Spy blinked, his brow creasing in confusion. “What?”

[mysteryofren]

The First Order Has Gained its 6th Member

chapter 32 of So Happy Together 

31: https://mysteryofren.tumblr.com/post/620289196961218561/the-first-order-is-going-camping

possible tw: kylo flirting with an underage character

 You sat in the small dorm looking at the side that was now empty. You two had finally finished packing her things. Now her side had no sign of her ever being there. The photos, and posters she had were stripped off the wall. The light blue bed set she always had was gone. The top of her desk was void of the little collectables, and momentos she had sitting on it for years. This was it. Your 4 years together were coming to a close. Now someone new would decorate the wall by her bed, and the desk that sat by yours. Any sign that she was there was about to be gone, and someone else was going to take her spot. It felt wrong. Dirty almost. The thought of someone else living there wasn't one you liked very much. At least you only had to deal with them a year. 

 You looked at the small bed, and realized you would never lay in it, and talk like you did throughout the years. There wouldn't be any more nights where both of you felt lonely, and slept in the same bed for comfort. You would consider the lesbian rumor that Rey started 2 years ago being over, but Elaine ended those rumors when her, and Matt got together. You laughed remembering that rumor. Elaine busted into the room that day informing you of your “intimate” relationship with her. She had heard about it from one of her teammates. That was a fun semester. More memories popped into your head. The nights you guys couldn't sleep, and watched movies. The christmas you guys found a small christmas tree at the tree lot, and decided to take it for the dorm. It barely held 3 ornaments without falling.

“Hey you ready?” you heard Elaine's voice pull you out of your trance.

“Oh yeah, lets go.” you, her, and Phasma had rented a truck to move all her things. You weren't by any means old enough to rent one, but you guys had money. Lots of it which made the guy at the rental place excuse that rule for the time being. You filled it with all her things, and had decided to have a mini road trip to get to her house. 

“So Amilyns for food?” Phasma asked as she closed the door to the truck bed, and hopped in the cab.

“Sounds good to me!” Elaine said as she got in the driver's seat. You hopped up into the seat next to Phasma, and put your seat belt on. Elaine started the truck, and you guys officially started the long drive ahead of you. Usually you drove since you were the only one in the group that had a car that didn't need to be shared with a sibling. That by no means meant you were a GOOD driver. That was Elaine, and since you guys were not old enough to even have the car you decided it was best to let Elaine drive since the risk of crashing was way lower than it was with you or Phasma. 

 You all drove for a long time. You all had worked the night before on a playlist for the trip. Phasma started playing it while you looked out the window. It was going to be a while before you got to Amilyns so you pull your phone out to message Rey. 

‘Hey, just checking in. hope you're okay’ was all you sent. Then you opened snapchat to see what had been sent to you while you were packing. One was from Hux. it was Milli, and she was sitting in one of the boxes looking like she was going to pounce out at him. 

‘I don't think she’s quite ready to leave yet.’ is what he had written. He was taking her with him, but sadly he can't have her at the dorms. He was using his savings to rent an off campus apartment for the two of them. You could imagine him alone in a little apartment with nobody but Milli for company. She had so much personality that it would be like having another person around. The next one you opened was from Rey. she sent it last night, but you only just got to see it. You opened it , and it was a picture of her, and Poe dressed up to go out. They stood in front of a hotel mirror holding each other's waist, and making the same face as they posed. 

 You held the phone up by the window, and snapped a photo of you smiling while Elaine was focused on the road, and Phasma looked ahead with her. You sent it back to her before putting your phone away. The drive to Amilyns cafe wasn't one that was too bad. It was a drive you had made tons of times, so it wasn't anything new. However what was new, was the closed sign on the door. You watched as men took stuff out of the building, and moved it onto a big moving truck. You all got out to see what was happening when you saw Amilyn inside. Elaine walked in, and you followed her along with Phasma. Amilyn stood in front of a small tower of boxes.

“Amilyn what's happening?” Phasma asked, walking in behind you.

“Oh, girls, I didn't know you were coming by!” she responded. 

“Are you moving already?”

“Yes I am. I was actually just about to text Y/N to see if you guys would help me set up.”

“When?” Elaine asked.

“Probably sometime next week.”

“I leave on Saturday.” Phasma informed her. Amilyn made a sad face, and Hugged her.

“What about tomorrow? I know we were going to go skating, but we love it here! I'm sure the boys would be down.” Elaine said. You pulled out your phone and sent a text into the group chat.

“We’ll leave you to it, but I can text you to let you know what the boys say, but we for sure are down to help.” she smiled and hugged you.

“You girls are so sweet. It's gonna be weird having just 3 of you around instead of 5.”

“We know, but me and Hux will be back to visit dont worry!” 

“You better,” she picked up one of the boxes in front of her. “I'll see you girls around!”

 She walked outside to load it onto one of the trucks outside. You all walked out, and waved at her while getting into the truck. You all decided to find somewhere else to eat since Amilyn was moving. You found a little restaurant in the city to eat at. It wasn't much, just another little coffee shop, but it was food, something you desperately wanted. You all walked inside, and got in line to order. Once you placed your order you offered to stay by the counter to grab it once it was ready. 

 The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you stood there. It was a strong satisfying smell. You weren't too big on coffee, but the smell always made your mouth water. Your order came, and you tried to grab it all, but sadly couldn't fit it all in your hands.

“Lemme help.” you heard someone say.

“Oh thank you.” you looked up to see the eldest Solo child.

“Oh hey Kylo.”

“Hi. its Y/N right?”

“Sure is!” he grabbed some of the items that were still on the counter, and helped you bring it to the table.

“Look who I found.” you said to the girls as you put some of the food down.

“Hey Ky, haven't seen you in a few days.” Elaine said as she took her coffee, and sandwich.

“Uh yeah. You don't come to the house a lot.” He asked. Phasma took the coffee he was holding as she answered him. 

“We tend to hang out at Obi-Wan's house a lot.”

“Oh you mean Old Ben.” 

“Old who?” Phasma responded.

“Oh turns out my grandmother used to call pop pop Ben, and his brothers named after him.” you informed the girls.

“My parents and I call him Old Ben. I find it a bit funny both my brothers didn't meet him until recently.”

“Hey how did you meet them, but they never did?” you asked him as you sat down. He stayed standing and looked down at all of you.

“They never behaved for parties so the old man and my mother never took them to any. I was good enough that I could be there for a few hours before getting restless.”

“I never saw you at any of them.” You took the other things from his hands, and pulled out a chair for him.

“Because by the time your parents could bring you I already told mine I didn't want to go anymore.” he looked at the chair, and you patted the seat. He sighed before sitting down.

“So tell us about you Kylo. I wanna know more about my future Brother in law.” Elaine said as a joke. 

“Did you do this to Ben too?” he asked. 

“We know enough about Ben.” she sipped her coffee.

“Yeah like how much of a dick he is.” 

“Phasma!” you scolded her.

“Im right.” she said.

“No she is right. My brother is not the best person.” he sighed before continuing. “About me. Uhhh. I study journalism and English. I'm 23. Like my Brothers I like calligraphy. I ride a motorcycle.” 

 You all stared at him waiting to see if he would say anything else. He stared back, obviously very uncomfortable. Part of you wanted to ask what the wink was about back at the party, but you figured it would probably be best to let it go. You and the girls tried to get him to go on, but according to him there wasn't much he did, or found interesting. He did tell you he studied at a college in Chandrila since that's where he was born. That was it though. You figured he's probably one of those people you have to slowly get to know. You guys decided to talk about something else, and talked about helping Amilyn tomorrow. Every now and then he jumped into the conversation. Which showed he was comfortable enough to talk whenever. He even offered to help out which was nice.

You exchanged numbers with Kylo before he left to go on about his day. You guys only stayed a few minutes behind him before leaving for Elaines. Getting into the truck you thought about Rey again. You knew she wouldn't show it, but you can't imagine how much pain she's in. Actually you could. You knew exactly what she was going through and it sucks because you still haven't entirely recovered. Ben Solo had quite the habit of making girls love him before he leaves them. You wish you could tell her about your experience with it. Sadly you know Rey well now, and you know she's still an angry person. You tried thinking of ways to comfort instead of anger her. It was hard though. She was so far away. 

  You finally tune in to what Elaine and Phasma are talking about. 

“So that was fun talking to Matt's brother, wasn't it?” Phasma asked you both.

“I don't know man, Kylo is a little weird.” you said.

“I feel like you like it though.” Elaine teased.

“Oh my stars shut up! I do not! I mean he's nice I just think he's a bit off.”

 You all laughed, and kept joking around. You all agreed even though he was a bit weird he was fun to talk to. You could tell he's very awkward at first, but definitely needs to warm up to you guys. Kylo seemed nice though. He was definitely someone you would want to keep around. Out of the Solo boys, he actually seemed to be the shyest. You never thought you would meet a Solo more shy than Matt, but Kylo was it. Han was right; he acted like him. He listened only offering words to the conversation occasionally, and giving just a grunt or sound otherwise. He seemed sweet though. You never even expected to meet Kylo, somehow he seemed like a myth. You had heard about him so much from Matt, and a few times from Ben, but you never saw him. Leia and Han didn't even have pictures in the house of him. Why that was, is something you should definitely ask Matt. 

 “He's definitely a little off. He seems like he would fit well into the first order though.”

“Elaine, are you saying you want to offer him an exclusive spot into the first order?” Phasma asked.

“Maybe. I'm just saying he seems like he would fit in.” Elaine kept her eyes on the road as she and Phasma continued talking. 

 You don't see Kylo wanting a spot in the first order, but if anything it wouldn't hurt to try. You pull out your phone, and look for his name in your phone. Once you found it you sent him a text.

‘Hey, i dont know if youre interested or not, but do you want me to put you in our group chat???’ 

 You hit send, and waited for a response. Not even a minute later your phone buzzed letting you know he had responded.

‘Sure. That way I can keep up with you guys. Thank you.’ 

Damn. That was fast. You go to the group chat settings, and add him to the first order. 

“I invited him. He accepted.”

“So it's official! The first order has gained its 6th member!” Phasma said while clapping her hands together. You and Elaine laughed at her, and you went back to your phone to let him know how happy he had just made them.

‘Ok, I added you. The girls are happy you accepted our invite, they liked you.”

Again. He replied almost immediately.

‘That's good, but I'm more curious as to how you feel about me.’

‘Why would you be more curious about that?’ 

‘Ben talks. Matt talks. Matt talks about you like you're a saint. Ben talks about you like you're a goddess. He wasn't lying when he said you were attractive. I find myself quite infatuated with you as well.’

‘Is that what that wink at the party was about?’

‘Yes. Mostly. It was also to piss Ben off. I always get what I want. Just keep that in mind.’

 Ok what the hell? Now you had to deal with 2 Solo boys up your ass? You wouldn't be lying if you said Kylo wasn't hot, but he is 23, what the hell is he doing flirting with a 17 year old. You do the only thing you can think of and screenshot the conversation. You exit the chat, and look for a name you haven't messaged in a while. Once you find it you send the screenshot, and lock your phone. It took a while for him to respond. But he did respond

‘When did this happen??’ 

‘Like an hour ago. It's creepy.’ 

‘He's probably just doing this to piss me off. Just promise you won't do anything. For me?’

‘Ben i don't want you either. just get him off my ass.’ 

‘You're a bad liar, Kenobi ;)’ 

 You smiled to yourself knowing he was right you did want him. You just couldn't have him. Maybe that would change.

tags: @wumboho @pylopenpolo @duty-isnt-always-honour

[thewolfisawake]

“Dad, whatcha doin’?” Kai asked as he came out onto the porch. His dad looked over to show the long tube in his hands. The boy tilted his head in curiosity, “What’s that?”

“A camera, you take pictures with it,” his dad explained as he gestured for him to come closer. The boy complied, walking closer. He’d never seen a camera like it. All the ones he’d known were bright yellow and black, a little metal brick, or on a phone. But this...”So big...!”

A chuckle was heard as green eyes looked down at the camera, “I guess it is. I’ve been wanting to take it out now that you’re a little older. Want to see how it works?”

Kai nodded, a shine in his eyes. His father opened his arms for the boy to plop onto his lap. The hulking camera then placed before him. The screen lit up before him before showing a mirror of their yard. His jaw dropped as he watched the screen, his dad messing with the focus and zoom to show a chicken down the ways then back to the view of their yard.

“It’s like a spyglass,” Kai called, “like the kind pirates have.” 

“Haha, you’re not wrong. It’s only cooler because you can have pictures of what you see. I think have some still on here,” His dad fiddled with the focus still when Kai asked, “Can I see?”

“Mmm, should be fine,” was the answer as his father’s finger ran across a dial. The first picture that popped up was one of him, way smaller than he was now with a cake in front. The next was a picture of a gecko on a leaf. Another was of his sister posed for a dance. Another was of their yard. One of his mother. His dad had a lot of pictures.

“Why do you have so many?”

“I forget to put them on the computer so I just have them on here.”

“No, why do you have so many of us?”

“Oh, that’s because I take pictures of what I like,” his dad answered as if it was obvious, “so I take heaps of you mom and my little minnows.” 

A ruffle of his hair to emphasize that point, “Which is why I took this out. So I can take heaps more of who I love.” 

“Then, lemme take pictures too, so that we have pictures of you.” 

“Aahhh, I’m really no good in front of camera.”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Hey, what’s this?” Hatsuomo called, her eyes on his phone. The question marks above his head, Kai came over to see what she was talking about. Coming over he saw no app or video. Instead, all he saw was his background. His confusion grew as he asked, “What’s what?”

“This. This photo,” she pointed to the background. It was set to a picture of her eating a crepe. He still wasn’t understanding what she meant, “I’d hope you recognize your own face, Furu.”

Her cheeks puffed a little ass she said, “I know what I look like...! I meant when did you take this? Why did you take it? It’s so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Kai repeated, its placement baffling to him, “I took it we when went to the sweets shop to get crepes. And I took it because...I wanted to keep a little of sparkle that you had when you took a bite for myself.”

“Mou...! How can you say that with a straight face?” she demanded, her face instantly red. A smile showed on his face that showed ‘innocence.’ He said, “Well, I could always go back to my other picture.” 

“And what. Pray tell is that?”

“Oh you know...”

“Kacchan...” that smile said innocent yet she had the feeling it was for something like this picture. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. 

“Congrats, kid, you made it,” Daza congratulated him as he came out the room for his first photo for his hunter license. Kai blinked in surprise. He didn’t think she’d show up. He’d mentioned it to her but was sure the lady forgot, as per usual. Yet here she was, taking advantage of the free stuff as celebration for the newly instated hunters, “and I see you even managed a disarm and reversal. Nice.”

A sheepish laugh left him as he remarked, “I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it right. But it was now or never, y’know?”

“Yup,” Daza agreed before popping an appetizer in her mouth. She continued to say, “By the way, what’s your name?”

Kai sighed, “How many times do I have to say it’s Kai---”

Wait, that wasn’t his name any more. He was now a hunter and was given his name. Recovering, he said, “---I mean, Aspis. It’s Aspis.”

“Oh? That sounds too cool for you, I’ll stick to ‘kid.’” 

“Of course you would,” he remarked, “...but still thanks, Daza.”

“For what?”

Kai, no Aspis, replied, “For deciding that I sucked at fighting and showed me how to do better. Definitely helped her. But can I ask something?”

“Shoot.”

“Would take a picture with me?” he asked. Daza’s eyes peered through her sunglasses to see if he was joking. She found no such thing, instead an earnest look as he looked back for her answer. The corners of her lips turned as she slung an arm across his shoulders, “Sure, let’s do it and go out afterwards to celebrate...!”

“Oh c’mon, Kat, just one, please?” Aspis begged the woman. Her face seemed like she was going to reject him. However, Emil slipped in and used those eyes on her, “It’s just one, Kat. Besides it was an assignment well done.”

Whether it was Emil’s coaxing or unwillingness to fight both their insistence, she sighed, “Fine. Just one.”

“Yes!” he cheered before he waved over to Crowe, who was working on a report, “Crowe, you too.”

Aspis looked about with his phone for about how far to be from the amazing temple they’d just explored before they huddled to get into the frame.

“Think we need it a little further.” “I can’t reach any further...!” “Give it to Emil, he got the reach.”

Handing his phone over, they tried framing again. The temple was a good view but...

“Kat, get in a little closer.”  “Can’t we just take it like this?” “Just squeeze closer for like a minute.” “Crowe, duck down a little more.”  “Your hair is getting in my face.” “Sorry.” “Okay, think we got it. Smile!”

The screen paused before moving off screen to reset the picture. Emil handed it back to Aspis, who went to check the gallery. There were a few copies of the picture but it looked good, “Thanks.”

“You take a lot of pictures, Aspis.”

“Well yeah, I like to take pictures of things I like and,” he glanced down at the photo, “things I’d like remember...”

He only let it linger for a moment before he grinned, “Like an awesome jungle temple!” 

[damnhotmsimmons]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

@marvelfanlife, @dontshootmespence, @emllyprentiss, @imagicana, @criminal-navy-writings, @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars, @derekmorgansoffice, @acespence

   It was the night of Christmas Eve, and everyone was fast asleep. Kristy was deep asleep, till she heard a small ruckus coming from the living room. Curious, she picks up a long bat and heads to the living room. She might not have the same combat and expertise as her husband but she was not hesitant into attacking any intruder that tries to harm her or her kids. She carefully tiptoed into the living room and saw a man squatting down by the Christmas tree. She lifts the bat above her head as she approaches the guy, though as she gets closer, she lowers the bat down as the guy turns around, startled by her presence.

“Matt?”  Kristy whispered. She was surprised to see that the noise was coming from her husband, who had just came home and is dressed in a Santa costume.

“Oh Kristy, it’s just you.” Matt responds as he pulls down the fake beard. 

“What are you doing by the Christmas tree? It’s almost midnight.”

“The team and I just finished working on a case, so we arrived here an hour ago. Plus they gave me gifts for you, me and the kids, which I was placing them underneath the Christmas tree before you walked in.” Matt then gets up.

Kristy snickers as she looks at the bat. “Oh, well, it’s a good thing I didn’t hit you in the head.” “Yeah, that’s probably not a nice Christmas present to get from your wife.”

The two quietly laugh as they try not to wake the children up. Kristy then walks up close to Matt, wrapping her arms around his waist. She still couldn’t help but question why he’s dressed as Santa Claus.

“Does that also explain the Santa costume?”

“I guess so.” Matt said.

“Lemme guess, Penelope got you that?” “Technically it was Reid, who gave me, Rossi and Luke matching Santa costumes and Penelope was the one who made us wear them. She even took photos of us.” Kristy laughs at the image of her husband and his friends dressed as Santa Claus while making wacky poses. “I know, it’s pretty embarrassing, I didn’t have the time to change cause I was in a hurry to get home. I uh guess I should take this off.” He tries to pull Kristy out from his waist but she pulls back.

“No, I kinda like it.” She responds.

“Really?” Matt raised an eyebrow.

 “Yeah. Besides, my Christmas wish came true.”

“Oh really.” Matt raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you dressed up as Santa with your arms wrapped around my waist underneath the dim Christmas lights. There’s only one thing missing.”

“And what’s that?” Matt asked. Kristy smirks and points at the ceiling. Matt then looks up to notice a mistletoe hanging above the couple. Once he realized what his wife was referring to, he looks down to stare at her.

“Well, don’t worry, I think Santa can grant you one more wish.” Both Matt and Kristy smile as the two lean in to kiss. The kiss was small, gentle, and sweet. The Christmas aura filled the air and they both felt the warmth and softness of the other’s lips. The kissing starts to get a little more intense as Kristy felt her husband’s hands brushing the back of her waist while she trails her hands from his back to his neck. Just as the kissing becomes more passionate, Matt and Kristy suddenly hears a small noise of footsteps. As they pull out from the kiss, they notice their kids seeing them as they quickly run back to their rooms, giggling. It seems that the kids had just caught their mom kissing dad dressed as Santa.

“Uh oh.” Matt says. “Looks like the kids caught their mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Don’t worry, I suggest that you wear the costume tomorrow morning, so that the kids will know that Santa happens to be their daddy.”

Matt chuckles. “Yeah, I guess that could work.” He and Kristy smile before the two kiss once again, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Merry Christmas, love.” Kristy whispers.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.” Matt replies.

[kalosstarters]

One-shot: Much Ado about a Leather Jacket

When I posted my drawing of Mairin with Alain’s jacket, @modeststroke said: “I'm currently thinking about Manon stealing Alain's jacket and taking a bunch of selfies with it in different locations and sending them to him teasing him because he wants it back and can't freaking find her”, and that sounded so much fun that I decided to write a small fic about it. Not to be taken too seriously, I know that the characters probably sound a bit OOC because I exaggerated some things on purpose. (Sap warning, probably. Lemme decide that Mairin is 17 and Alain 20 here so it doesn’t quite follow my headcanons, but who cares)

words: 1406

Alain felt his phone buzzing in his pocket when he was about to leave his classroom. “What now?” he sighed in his mind, thinking that something that required his attention might have happened at the lab, and picked the phone to check his messages. At first he smiled a tiny bit, seeing a picture of his smiling best friend on his phone screen. But then, something in the photo caught his attention, and his smile faded. 

A quiet “what the mew” came out of his mouth when he realized what was so weird about the photo. Mairin was wearing a black jacket - his jacket - in it, but from the background Alain couldn’t figure out where she was. The most annoying part was that she had never asked a permission to use it. He had told her dozens of times that she could borrow his fluffy scarf if she so wanted, but his leather jacket was a different story. He had gotten it as a birthday present from Professor Sycamore years ago, and because of that the jacket was particularly dear to him. With Mairin, there was a great risk that she would rip it or damage it in other ways.

The black haired boy pressed the “call” button on the bottom of the screen and didn’t have to wait long for the red head to answer. 

“What?” the girl asked all too innocently, without even bothering to greet him. 

“Oh, you know exactly what ‘what’, you have taken my jacket.” Alain growled to her in return.

“Excuse you, I’m only borrowing it because the only coat I had with me got dirty the other day when I fell.” Mairin couldn’t believe Alain got this riled up over a jacket and rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see.

“Not an acceptable excuse, you could have at least asked my permission to use it first.” 

“Well, I can’t just call you in the middle of your class and ask if it’s OK to use it. Dork.”

“That’s not the... Ugh. Where are you anyway? I’m gonna come and take that jacket back.” Alain sounded calm, but Mairin knew he was losing his patience.

“Alain! It’s not that big a deal! But if you really want it back, you are gonna have to find me first because I’m not telling you.” Alain couldn’t see Mairin’s face, but he guessed she was showing her tongue on the other side of the line. 

“Oh really?” Alain sassed in response. 

“Really,” Mairin laughed, and hanged up. Alain stared at his phone in frustration for a moment, but then decided to go to the lab to ask if Professor Sycamore knew where Mairin was. 

Less than a minute later, he received a new photo message from Mairin, this time with a teasing pose. Alain could see some trees and rocks behind her, but that didn’t tell much about her whereabouts. It was not in the city, that much was clear. When Alain arrived in the lab, he immediately stormed to Professor Sycamore’s room, and the older man looked up from his papers in surprise hearing his almost-son make so much noise. 

“What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“Mairin took my jacket,” he admitted after considering how to bring that up without sounding ridiculous. He soon realized he had failed. 

“Huh? Oh yeah, I saw it on her when she went out earlier today...” the Professor stated, not understanding why Alain looked like someone had stolen his keystone or something equally rare and valuable. He knew Mairin would definitely return that jacket later that day, and it was not like that piece of clothing was something irreplaceable.

“Do you know where she went? She sent me this pic...” 

Alain showed the Professor the photos Mairin had shared with him, but he didn’t get any new information from the older man. Right when he was about to put his phone away, it alerted him about another new photo message. This time Mairin was playing a Tauros fighter with Chespie (Chespie naturally being the ‘tauros’), and the spiny armor Pokémon was pushing his spines against his leather jacket, as if trying to attack Mairin. This time the background was also visible (on purpose, Alain realized), and the two men recognized the place as the skate park right outside Lumiose City, on route 5. The photo was ridiculous, and in some other case Alain might have laughed at it, but to his annoyance Professor Sycamore chose exactly that moment to make fun of him:

“Aren’t you guys adorable! She clearly wants you to go get her... I mean, the jacket, because otherwise she wouldn’t have shown where she is.”

Alain blushed fiercely at the comment, and pulled his phone back from his father figure. 

“Oh come on... as if something like that would happen!” he mumbled, but grabbed his beloved scarf, and left the lab. He refused to acknowledge the fact that Augustine had a point; Mairin had teased him about not revealing her whereabouts only a little while ago, but now she had already done it. Professor Sycamore just shook his head and smiled widely as the front door banged loudly below him. 

Only 15 minutes later, Alain arrived at the skate park, and it didn’t take him long to spot a certain red head and her starter Pokémon resting under a tree nearby. Mairin used his black jacket as her pillow, and her eyes were closed when Alain stopped next to her. 

“Hey! Wake up!”

“Huh? Oh hi Alain, you found us!” Mairin greeted him cheerfully, but didn’t rise from the ground. 

“Can I finally get my jacket back?” Alain asked, combing his messy hair in annoyance. 

“Yes, if you come and get it!” She didn’t make any move to get off of the piece of clothing Alain wanted back so badly, just looked at him expectantly, ready to fight back. 

Alain quickly looked around, and since no one was watching them, he surprised both himself and her, and threw himself on the ground (nearly on Mairin) and started a tickle fight. That kept going for a while until Mairin finally rolled off the jacket, tears on her cheeks from laughing so hard, and Alain snatched it to himself. But before he could stand up, Mairin took a firm hold of his shoulders and pulled him back next to her. Their faces were really close, only a few inches away... And Mairin decided to close that space. Her lips pressed against his only for a moment, but it made both of them blush, and Mairin decided she should finally explain why she had dragged Alain to the park:

“Happy birthday, Alain.”

“What?” Alain had completely forgotten what day it was. “Is that why you took this?”

“Yes. I knew that I wouldn’t get you out otherwise, because you would have simply said ‘I have to finish this thing’, so I had to make a plan... And it worked pretty well!” 

“Uh. What about that kiss, though? What did that mean?”

“Arceus, you can be so oblivious sometimes... It means I like you. And I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”

Alain didn’t know how to respond so Mairin took advantage of the silence and added: “By the way, there’s a present in the pocket.”

Alain reached for the pocket of his jacket, and found a small box in there. In it, there was thin silver chain, but there wasn’t anything hanging from it. 

“You still hadn’t figured out where to keep your keystone so I thought it would be nice if... we had matching ones? Of course, only if you want it.”

“Oh. That’s very nice of you.”

He took his keystone from his pant pocket and pulled the chain through the little hook the stone had. Then he let Mairin attach it around his neck, and looked at it for a while thoughtfully. 

“It looks good.”

“It does!” Mairin exclaimed happily, pleased at her good gift choice. 

“Thanks,” Alain said quietly after a while.

“For what?”

“For this all. It cheered me up.”

“Oh. I’m glad to hear that. Did you hear that, Chespie, we did i...”

Mairin couldn’t finish her sentence because she was interrupted Alain’s lips on hers. He admitted in his mind, while tasting the hot chocolate she had drunk a little while ago from her lips, that maybe Professor Sycamore hadn’t been that wrong after all.

[ebullientbun]

The Suspense is Killing Me

Starring: Jimin x You (ft. Taehyung)

Rated: G for gently crack and a little sads sometimes

Word Count: 8.1K

Summary: park jimin is a trusted superhero who constantly saves the day, but can he save them from you, his newest rival and beloved wife

Cameras are flashing left and right, blinding him. There are way too many microphones in front of his face, but he smiles anyways, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and brushes a hand through his jet black hair. They don’t need to know he wears the sunglasses so he doesn’t look like he’s squinting in the PR photos.

“Park Jimin, over here!” 

“Mr. Park! What are your opinions on the city’s allocation of funds?”

“Mr. Park, what’s your comment?”

Jimin sighs internally and focuses his attention to the left, pointing to the nearest person. “You there, in the green jacket.” Probably an easy question, he thinks to himself.

“Mr. Park, what do you have to say about the newest rival that has resumed the spot of V? Does this mysterious villain pose a greater threat?”

Jimin gulped, cursing himself for his bad luck. “It was unexpected, but that’s not to say I’m unprepared for these recent turn of events,” he responded, clearing his throat. “I assure the public that their safety is still intact and that the danger is not as bad as V, who is locked up in the highest security prison institution.” 

The crowd murmurs louder before resuming in calling his name. Jimin has half his mind to leave the press conference until a lone voice shouts from the crowd, silencing them. “Then why haven’t you killed or caught the villain if they’re so easy? Why haven’t you caught the Suspense?” 

Jimin drops his head and takes a deep breath. He knows that he should probably say that he’s investigating the villain’s true intentions and hidden secrets or some other bullshit excuse, but the truth slips out of his mouth before he can process what he’s said, and instantly, he feels regret. The crowd bursts into a loud commotion, and Jimin is quickly escorted out of the place, halting any further questions.

“Because she’s my wife.”

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the apartment, the noise of the television idly playing in the background. You’re humming, moving clean clothes from the drying machine to your laundry basket. Kicking the machine door closed, you heft the basket into your arms and plop down onto the couch in the living room, dropping the basket in front of you. You grab the remote on the table next to you and turn up the volume, engrossed in the video replay of your husband, Park Jimin, fighting his ultimate rival. You start folding your laundry, glancing up every now and then, wincing when some of the attacks hit Jimin.

“This just in!” You paused your movements, giving the television your undivided attention as a new anchor bounced up and down on screen, the wind from outside covering her face with her own hair. “Mr. Park has captured V!” 

You smile, internally planning to buy a celebration cake for your husband before he comes home, maybe buying some balloons just for the heck of it. It had been a cat and mouse game for several years, and now your husband caught his unruly foe.

The video panned to V being escorted into the police car, the mask on his face battered and bloody. A microphone shoved in front of him.

“V the Violent! What’s your remark on being captured?”

V grunted before leaning into the microphone, “Excuse you, it’s V the Voluptuous for my voluminous hair. This is only a small setback. But it will not be the last you see of me… isn’t that right, my spectacular protege, Suspense?”

The reporters clamor at his comment as he’s forcibly shoved into the police car. The shirt in your hands fall to your lap.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jimin declares, slamming the door open only to be met with silence. “Y/N?” He slides off his shoes and shuts the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and grabbed the remote left on the floor beside an unfinished pile of laundry to turn off the television. An uneasy feeling fell into the pit of his stomach as he ventured further into the apartment. He stepped in the kitchen and noted the coffee left cold and untouched in the coffee pot. His breathing turned heavy as he rushed into the bedroom to nothing; the room was unchanged and empty. 

Maybe… maybe you just ran to the grocery store and he’s just overreacting. Yes, that had to be it. He reached into in pocket and dialed your phone number. Jimin froze in his spot, hearing the familiar ringtone faintly jingle in the bedroom, buzzing against the bedside table. 

He ended the phone call and speed dialed the one person who can find his wife. The line rang once, twice, and then he heard the familiar grumble of ‘hello?’ and rustling in the background.

“Namjoon, can you please find Y/N’s location? She’s not at the apartment but she left her phone at home.”

Typing flooded the other end, Jimin tapping his foot impatiently as he awaited for an answer.

“Alright, so I’ve got footage of her leaving her apartment; she doesn’t look distressed or anything, maybe a little zoned out. Lemme look at the other building cameras to track her location. She’s exiting the apartment… and she walked into the hardware store down the street. Jimin, have you just tried, oh, I don’t know, calling her?” 

“She left her phone at home. But she also left the television on and didn’t even finish her laundry.” Jimin nursed his bottom lip with his teeth, not knowing what to make of what she’s doing.

“Maybe she forgot to buy something?” Namjoon suggested.

“No, no,” Jimin insisted. “There’s nothing that she needs there that we don’t already have at home. Where did she go after that?” 

“Uh, hold on... Okay, I’ve sped up the cameras as fast as I can, but she hasn’t left the building…”

“And when was she last seen entering the store?”

Namjoon hesitated, “it’s been a couple of hours. Maybe she’s just looking at the gardening displays again. You know how she takes her time looking at those.”

“I don’t know,” Jimin paced back and forth in the living room, “something just doesn’t feel right. She doesn’t normally forget her phone, she gets paranoid about tha-” his phone buzzed with an oncoming work call,  “hold on, I’ll call you back. I’ve got a call.”

“Gotcha, Jimin. I’ll let you know if I see anything else.”

Jimin switched the line to the police department, “This is Jimin.”

“Jimin! We need you to come to the city plaza quick! We’re having a civilian attack by someone unknown!” He could hear the chaos of people panicking in the background.

“I’m on the way,” he promptly ended the call, rushing to get his gear and weaponry.

Jimin flew into city plaza, having no need to search for the damage when there’s a large machine monster plowing through the square, shooting bursts of water at civilians running away to shelter. The robot stood at least 4 stories high, a voice emitting from a speaker on it shoulder. 

“IS EVERYONE HAVING A NICE SPLASH ON THIS GOOD SUMMER’S DAY?” The voice boomed, soaking the streets, the force of the blasted water flipping a car over.

“Whoever you are, stop what you’re doing right this moment!” Jimin commanded, floating eye level with the robot’s head. The robot lifted an arm to activate a laser beam, shooting around and slicing the statue of the mayor in half.

Jimin pulled out his sword, made of the strongest metals, and raised it to challenge the robot.

The head of the robot split in half, revealing a familiar female with yellow goggles and a purple bodysuit.

“Y/N?” Jimin stops in place and puts down his sword. “Y/N, what are you doing?” He shrieked and dodged a laser attack from her. A laser gun; this is something he’s still trying to process. “Whoa there, stop, baby! Put your weapon down! Why are you attacking me? You need to get out of here, there’s a new villain on the streets.”

“You are truly an idiot, Park Jimin. The villain is me. I go by the name of the Suspense. And no one will be standing in the way of my terror.” 

“What?” 

“Was it not obvious by the fact I’m shooting water at the citizens and destroying the gardens?” You fiddled with the controls, still trying to learn its functions, closing the head and using the other arm to reach for Jimin.

Namjoon yelled in the bluetooth of his ear, “Jimin watch out! Arm coming on your left!” 

Jimin used his sword to block off the massive arm coming his way and flew straight for the juncture of the robot’s arm and shoulder. With all of his strength, he jabbed his sword downwards and dismembered the arm. 

“Get one of the legs, too. Throw the robot off balance,” Namjoon instructed. He flew down to the leg of the robot, dismembering one of the legs with much more difficulty. The legs were more reinforced, and he had to saw his sword across as the laser robot arm attempted to reach him.

The robot, losing its balance, toppled into a broken heap in the ground. Jimin heard you shout into the microphone.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, flying down to the head where you sat. Just before he could open the robot, the head automatically detached itself and flew into the sky, shocking Jimin. 

“You may have defeated me this time,” the voice boomed, followed by a brief cough, “but this won’t be the last you see of me! Until next time superhero!” The robot head flew at lightning speed away, so fast that he couldn’t catch up quick enough after his immediate shock, but as he flew in the same direction, any semblance of where you went disappeared.

“Did you see where she went?” Jimin asked, patiently waiting for an answer through his bluetooth.

“None,” Namjoon sighed, “all the cameras were turned off for some reason for the past few hours. I think it may have been her doing.”

“My wife is my enemy,” Jimin stated, disbelief coursing through him.

Jimin stands in front of the pristine white door in front of him, awaiting permission to enter. His fists are tightly clenched by his side, and his eyes scream murder. The guard next to him warns him to not kill or heavily maim the inmate he so desperately wanted to tear apart. With a noncommittal grunt to the guard, Jimin’s eyes focus in on the figure sitting in the middle of the room after the doors slide open, and he charges in.

“V!” Jimin yanks the prisoner up from his seat by the collar and spits in his face as he growls. “What have you done to my wife?” 

“Aww, is that any way to greet an old buddy? It hasn’t even been what, ten hours since we’ve last seen each other right? You must really miss my company,” V coos. 

Jimin scowls at the playful smirk that V shoots at him before shoving him back onto the chair. “What is your motive? What do you want from me?”

V struggles for a short while to get back properly in his chair, settling his triple handcuffed hands on the table in front of them. “Now, now. You can’t barge in here expecting answers to questions I don’t want to answer,” V smiles, idly scratching his fingers along the surface of the table. “Have a seat, Jimin. It’s been awhile since I’ve sat across from you, yeah? I don’t get to look at you properly, those news photos don’t seem to do you justice. You’ve gotten handsomer. Tired, but handsomer.”

“Cut the crap, V. Why is my wife acting like this?”

V sighs, “Don’t call me by that name. We know each other more personally than that, call me what you used to, Jiminie!”

Jimin clenches his jaw, and reiterates, “Taehyung, why is my wife taking your place in terrorizing this city?”

Taehyung frowns, “That’s not the nickname. I used to be Tae-tae. But you can correct that later, I suppose.” He rattles the handcuffs restricting him briefly, before continuing, “Your dearly beloved is acting as such because I hypnotized her. In the event that she hears me call for ‘the Suspense’, she will fulfill my place as the resident evil in my absence.”

Jimin slams a hand on the table. “How dare you lay a hand on my wife, you bastard! When did you meet my wife and how?”

Taehyung flinches before bitterly smiling. “Incredible. You’ve never been mad at me before, even when I stole all the money from the main city bank. Girls can really change a man, can’t they?” He chuckles, but they slowly die off when Jimin remained glaring at him. “Okay, well, it was quite easy, you see-”

It had happened a few months prior, when Taehyung was becoming a little bored with his everyday routine. Sure, it was all fun and games toying around with the city’s superhero every week, but he needed a little bit of spice to his shenanigans. He was scrolling through his phone, ready to play his favorite game, Cooking Mama 3, before the thought spawned upon him. If he’s getting bored with his life, what if that means that Jimin is getting bored of him as well? No, no, no. That wouldn’t do. He can’t have that. 

Taehyung closed his eyes, thinking of what he could possibly do to keep Jimin focused and dedicated to fighting him. He was about to doze off in his reclining chair before shooting up out of his seat. 

Oh yes. The best idea he’s had yet.

And it involved Jimin’s precious wife.

He followed you from your workplace one day, noticing how you frequently visited this one pastry cafe. The next day, he made sure to be there just after you entered, and he ordered the quickest thing that he could get -  a coffee. As soon as he got his order, he headed towards you, sitting alone at the table waiting for your pastry to arrive.

“Um, excuse me,” Taehyung started, waiting for you to look up from your phone. “Hi, uh, I was wondering if I could have a seat here? All the tables are full and I just wanted a place to settle down and enjoy my cup of joe.” He made a point to look around to indicate that yes, the cafe was packed of customers who equally just got off of work.

“Yeah, no problem,” you smiled. You settled back in your chair to allow him more room to place his coffee on the table. Your analyzing stare at the new stranger lingers a little too long on his sharp features that couldn’t stay hidden under his red rimmed glasses.

“Thanks!” Taehyung gingerly placed his coffee on the table, tugging at the collar of his wool sweater, which he wore to look especially harmless. “What brings you over here? I feel like I come here often but I don’t see you around.” 

“Sometimes I like to grab a snack on the way home, and this place has absolutely the most delicious scones I’ve ever tasted.” You placed your phone on the table, giving him your attention. “I don’t think I’ve seen you either, but then again, I normally just go in and out. I think they’re making a new batch of pastries right now, which is why it’s taking so long.”

“That’s even better though, right? Fresh pastry tastes better than the ones from the morning.”

You giggle, “yeah, it does. I guess I felt a little antsy because it’s so crowded in here.”

Taehyung chuckled along, trying his best not to sound forced. “I know, I wonder what all the commotion is. Had I known, I probably would have had my coffee elsewhere.”

“Do you normally have coffee in the afternoon? It’s a bit late for you to drink caffeine, isn’t it?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened a bit, mind reeling blank before he regained his composure. “For some, yeah, but I just need my regular fix that helps me stay awake the rest of the day.” He reached for some sugar packets and began pouring some into his coffee. “My name’s Jack by the way, and you are…”

“Oh, I’m so rude! Sorry, my name’s Y/N. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jack…”

“...Daniels.”

“Jack Daniels?” You laughed. “That’s so funny has anyone ever-”

“Yeah, I get it all the time,” Taehyung monotonously interrupted, figuring it was time for Evil Plan #537 to commence. He began to scratch his index finger back and forth on the table, seemly doing it unconsciously. “You know, drinking coffee here makes me feel so... relaxed. Even though it’s so crowded in here.”

You stare at his finger for a brief moment before turning your head to face him. “Really? Most people tell me that it makes them jittery.” 

“Mhmm,” he hums, keeping a steady pace of his fingers and maintaining the pace of his words slow and soft, “yeah. It makes me a little dazed. A little tired. I guess that’s what happens when you drink it in such a calm atmosphere. But I love the coffee here, it’s so nice. So warm.”

“I didn’t know their coffee would taste that great quite honestly…” your sentence drifts off, you mind tuned to the constant rhythm of his fingers gliding back and forth on the table, the sharp sliding sounds distracting you. At last, your eyes linger onto his fingers, your pupils dilating.

“I really enjoy it, especially in your company.” Taehyung’s voice drops to a mere whisper. “Sometimes, when I drink it alone, my eyes get all droopy… and it gets a little hard to breathe. I need to take long, big inhales whenever I drink this coffee.”

Your breath comes slower, and you don’t even realize that you’re mimicking the way he’s breathing.

“I feel like I can do anything when I’m in your company, you’re pleasant to be around. Do you think I’m a pleasant company, too?”

You hummed, but by then, your mind is zoned out.

When he’s sure that he’s got her mind entranced, he lowly says, “your company is so nice, I would be always willing to help you. And of course, you would like to help me too.” 

You didn’t give any response, you simply continued to stare at his fingers. “Nod once if you will do exactly as I say.” Taehyung observed you ever so slightly nod your head, and grinned. “Perfect.” He reached over and turned off your cell phone on the table. 

He continued, “When you hear me say the phrase, ‘isn’t that right, my spectacular protege, Suspense’, you will assume my position as villain and carry out my evil tasks to the city. You will not stop for anyone or adhere to whatever anyone says, not even your husband. You will do so until you hear this one word…” Taehyung leans in to whisper it into your ear. “Nod once if you understand.” 

You nodded.

“Here are your instructions for when you assume my position, and you must follow them carefully…”

Taehyung spent the next two hours divulging the plans he wished for you to fulfill and in what order. He let you know where his headquarters were for you to prepare your evil deeds and other than allowing the public to know about how you were his successor - but, you couldn’t provide any more information. “When I say the word unicycle, you will snap out of your trance. You will awaken yourself back into the nice, dainty cafe we’re having a nice conversation in. Unicycle.” 

You blinked your eyes, shaking your head before refocusing your vision to the man in front of you, who was rambling about something. 

“...in conclusion, I honest to god think that unicycles are the most underrated mode of transportation.” 

“What?” you mumbled. There was a gap in your memory, and you couldn’t remember what you last spoke to Jack about. You nursed your hand to the back of your head, feeling an oncoming headache.

“Anyways, it has surely been a pleasure meeting you, and I hope to see you again in the near future.” Taehyung stood from his seat and gently bowed his head before leaving the cafe. 

Confused of what just happened, you stared blankly at the pastry that was set in front of you - wait when did that happen - and the cup of coffee left untouched where the stranger previously sat.

“You piece of shit,” Jimin muttered, his gaze unwavering cold to Taehyung, who is the slightest unaffected. 

“Wow, you’re starting to sound like my parents. You’ve got the wording and the looks on point,” Taehyung comments, a quirk of his eyebrow has Jimin reeling.

“What was the word.” It wasn’t a question, no, Jimin was commanding.

“I’ve answered too much for my liking,” Taehyung pouted. “Darn me and my oversharing mouth. Be careful, Jiminie. Be nice or you won’t go anywhere. But, as a small parting gift for you paying me a friendly visit, I’ll reciprocate your affections with a hint.”

Taehyung gestures for Jimin to lean in closer. Jimin reluctantly adheres, and Taehyung whispers hotly into Jimin’s ear, “It’s a totally random and nonrandom word.” 

“Fuck you, Taehyung,” Jimin growls, and pushes the fiend away from him. 

“Toodle-loo, best friend!” Taehyung hollers as Jimin storms out of the room.

“Carrot! Asparagus! Celery! Broccoli!” Jimin exclaimed, reiterating Namjoon’s voice in his bluetooth and struggling to hear the list Namjoon is screaming in his ear. Well, it’s a little hard when you’re chasing him from behind with thousands of knives loaded on the waistband of your pants (and how did you not hurt yourself wearing that contraption).

“Today’s soup of the day is vegetables ladies and gentlemen! Tuesday’s theme was furniture, what will next week’s be?” You hollered, maniacally laughing when Jimin almost trips on a fallen chair.

“C’mon, honey. Put down those knives and just come home,” Jimin pleaded, dodging his head as another knife whizzed by. “That wasn’t nice,” he pouted.

“Sorry sweet cheeks, I’m eliminate anyone who stands in my way. Stop trying, this is the 7th day already.” You threw a knife dangerously close to his head, and cackled at the sound of his terrified shriek of surprise. It was comically hilarious and gratifying. “I guess you could say the Suspense is killing you, huh?”

“Good God,” Jimin muttered in exasperation. He understood why Taehyung named you as such, that cheeky, punny, son of a gun. “When did you become so skilled at throwing sharp objects?”

You reached behind you, latching your fingers on the last two knives you had hidden away. Damn, you needed more, and quick. “I’ve always had great accuracy. You’re just too full of yourself to notice.” 

Jimin dodged another knife, briefly squeaking “Potato!” as fear encapsulated him; your aims are progressively improving. “Ouch, baby. Didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

You sneered, “you think you’re perfect?” You threw your last one and painfully watched it miss his shoulder by a hairline. Glancing around quickly, you lunged for a pair of scissors haphazardly fallen into a heap of office supplies. 

A heavy weight thrusted upon you, slamming you into the ground on your back. “Shit.” You instantly moved to get up by your arms but they were restricted in Jimin’s grasp. “Let me go,” you strained, tugging to yank your arms out but to no avail.

“What were you trying to do? Huh? This is a paper company office building.” Jimin grunted, forcibly struggling to hold his wife down despite his whole body pressing her into the ground. Had she always been so strong?

“Light it on fire.” You smirked, shifting your hands around to feel the pair of scissors that were near you. Looking to your right, you froze when you realized the pair of scissors were no longer there. Jimin forced your hands above your head to hold with one hand.

“Looking for these scissors?”

You glared back at Jimin; the disappearing office supply made an appearance between his fingers. 

Jimin tossed the scissors far across the room, and turned back to his wife. “Y/N, please wake up,” he begged.

“I don’t know any Y/N,” you growled. “I am the Suspense.” 

You kicked your knees directly towards his family jewels, and quickly crawled away from him when he flinched away from you and loosened his grip. Quickly getting back to your feet, you sprinted towards the windows before breaking through the glass, falling down 14 stories.

Scrambling to his feet, he ran to the edge of the building where the window broke. 

You were gone.

Is it a little odd that he secretly looked forward to his battles with you? Yes, every new and unknown evil deed that you had planned that day would worry him, but at least he knew you were okay, as demented as that was. It was his only time that he could see you, bask in your presence for a second before there’s a stink bomb flying his way.

It was the ass crack of dawn, and the skies lit up to a dim gray, filtering more light into the cold room. Jimin snuggles further into the warmth of the comforter, thinking too much of another warmth he could be having. Could he just turn off the air conditioner? Yes, but was he lazy? Also yes.

His hands linger to the side of the bed that you usually sleep on, his bottom lip quivering feeling the emptiness of the bed. Of the random conversations he had with you late at night, the light giggle you’d give when he nuzzles into your neck - all of you. He missed you. Sure, he got to see you every week, but he doesn’t get to hold you, to love you. 

How were you? What were you doing? Did you still miss him even though you wanted to kill him?

He knows the Chief of Police is disappointed in him, is on edge and ready to reprimand Jimin for not fully putting in his best effort to capture you once and for all. He knows that he could’ve caught you at any time - heck, everyone knew it.

But he also knows the kind of place that all the villains are put into. They aren’t kind to them. They aren’t accommodating to them. They will definitely not leave his wife unharmed in their special hammer. 

He hoped and prayed that he figures out that god damn word that will bring his wife back to him and to give the city their final state of peace.

He didn’t realize he started crying until the uncomfortable feeling of dry tear runs stiffen his face.

“Food delivery for Park Jimin,” the mailman states as he ambles through the office.

“I don’t remember ordering any…” Jimin states, but after noticing the logo of his favorite take-out restaurant, he concedes, “but if it’s for me, how could I deny it?” He hastily makes grabby hands for the food, happy that he has extra food to munch on during his lunch break.

He opens the container, taking a huge whiff of the tantalizing scent before he grabs a spoonful of oily sesame chicken. He lets out a hum of approval before he chokes, and he immediately spits out the food into his trash can, coughing profusely.

“Hey, are you alright?” The officer in the desk near him peers over in curiosity.

“There was something in there that didn’t taste right, it tasted like straight up pesticide or something.” Jimin chugs down a bottle of water when he notices a small slip of paper peeking out from under the take out box.

If you die, fantastic. If you don’t, at least I know I didn’t marry a moron. Love, your wife.

“Holy shit,” Jimin whispered. You tried to poison him.

Cameras are flashing left and right, blinding him. There are way too many microphones in front of his face, but he smiles anyways, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and brushes a hand through his jet black hair. They don’t need to know he wears the sunglasses so he doesn’t look like he’s squinting in the PR photos.

“Park Jimin, over here!” 

“Mr. Park! What are your opinions on the city’s allocation of funds?”

“Mr. Park, what’s your comment?”

Jimin sighs internally and focuses his attention to the left, pointing to the nearest person. “You there, in the green jacket.” Probably an easy question, he thinks to himself.

“Mr. Park, what do you have to say about the newest rival that has resumed the spot of V? Does this mysterious villain pose a greater threat?”

Jimin gulped, cursing himself for his bad luck. “It was unexpected, but that’s not to say I’m unprepared for these recent turn of events,” he responded, clearing his throat. “I assure the public that their safety is still intact and that the danger is not as bad as V, who is locked up in the highest security prison institution.” 

The crowd murmurs louder before resuming in calling his name. Jimin has half his mind to leave the press conference until a lone voice shouts from the crowd, silencing them. “Then why haven’t you killed or caught the villain if they’re so easy? Why haven’t you caught the Suspense?” 

Jimin drops his head and takes a deep breath. He knows that he should probably say that he’s investigating the villain’s true intentions and hidden secrets or some other bullshit excuse, but the truth slips out of his mouth before he can process what he’s said, and instantly, he feels regret. The crowd bursts into a loud commotion, and Jimin is quickly escorted out of the place, halting any further questions.

“Because she’s my wife.”

                                                                                                                                “Maaaaan, you done fucked up.”

“You think I don’t know that? You son of a bitch,” Jimin curses, turning down the volume of his earpiece now that he wasn’t in a public area. He slouches against the backseat of his car, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m getting so emotional these days, and it’s messing up my game.”

“More like your wife is messing up your game, but not in a good way,” the voice on the other end chuckles. “Anyways, after you get back to your place, could you double check the amount of arms you got in your place for me? I got the numbers in front of me but some aren’t adding up. Might be a miscount.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin mumbles. “Thanks, Namjoon. Who else will keep me on my feet if it weren’t for you rambling in my ear, huh?” “You say that like all I am is just your hacker tech guy. I thought I was more than that.” 

Jimin smiles, knowing that Namjoon is probably sporting his puppy dog pout even though Jimin can’t see him.

“Sorry man,” Jimin joked, “but I’m already married.”

“About that, are we still sticking with the same plan? Randomly guessing your way to un-hypnotize your wife?”

“I mean, what else do you want me to do? Turn my wife into prison? You know they send all the villains into the worst prison, and my baby doesn’t deserve that.”

“There’s over a billion words that he could’ve used, Jimin. We’ve only gotten like a couple hundred at best.

“Then we keep trying,” Jimin growled, becoming more irritated. “If you wanna give up, then fine, but the wellbeing of my wife is in my hands so I’d rather you just stop chastising me for wanting my wife back to normal. I’ll call you later.” 

Jimin immediately turned off his earpiece and harshly sighed. He’s got to test his luck again.

Jimin sat across from Taehyung and tilted his head. “You can’t possibly enjoy having someone else take all the glory for evil crimes if it’s not yourself, right? Dude, just stop and give me the magic word and we can go back to physically duelling each other.”

“Mmm, nah. I can see you’re trying to appeal to me, and I’d hate to break it to you, but that’s just not working. I quite enjoy the idea of you suffering because of me as I do nothing. It’s quite divine.”

“How can I cut you a deal so I can finally leave with what I want here?”

Taehyung tilts his head and looks up at the ceiling, pretending to think about what he wants before he grins wickedly at Jimin.

Jimin gulps, unprepared for what dangerous thing he may possibly want. A nuclear weapon? Full access to the government’s trade secrets? 

“I want all the seasons of the Bachelorette and ongoing forward to be saved on my television in my cell.”

“The nature of your request is outrageou- wait, what?” Jimin backtracks, processing what Taehyung asked.

“You heard me properly. The guards are big meanies and they won’t let me change the channel or record the latest season of the Bachelorette. I need to know who the final two people will be before she chooses. I am frustrated.” Taehyung proceeds to shoot a glare at the guard outside the door.

“Deal…?”

“Here’s one good hint, Jimin. I think you’ll want to figure out a way to save your dearest betrothed by the end of this week.”

“And that’s because?”

“Well, I didn’t have time to finish planning more elaborate schemes for her fulfill, and let's say this might be the final one.”

“... what happens in the final one?”

“Well, the location is up to her discretion, but it may or may not involve collapsing a bridge or building, and she may or may not have to sacrifice her life to accomplish that task.”

“MY WIFE IS GOING TO DIE?”

“Maybe...I said maybe.”

Jimin leans forward until his face is just a mere inch away from Taehyung’s. “JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING WORD OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER, V. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT POWERS I HAVE TO END YOU.”

Taehyung ignores his yelling and the disgusting amount of spit landing on his face. “Do you remember our childhood, Jimin? We used to be such cute little bastards.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Jimin mutters, kicking his seat to the side and turning to leave.

“But Jimin, think about it for a moment with me. We used to have so much fun together. We used to play detective and criminal during recess, and I’m not going to lie, you weren’t a very good detective. I had to basically out myself every time for you to find me.”

Jimin turns his head. “Why would this matter to me?”

“We used to be best friends, Jiminie. You’re still my best friend. Aren’t I still yours?”

“I don’t know if mortal enemies can be best friends anymore, Taehyung.” Jimin mutters, but he still doesn’t leave.

“But you haven’t killed me,” Taehyung sputtered, “and there had been so many opportunities in the past where I could’ve just died, but you still managed to save me. I know you still care about me.”

“It goes against my morality to kill people. It’s nothing personal.”

“Don’t say that.” Taehyung’s voice cracked, but he continued, “Don’t say that. I know I mean something to you, I know I matter to you.”

“You matter to me because you keep vandalizing the city, putting the public’s safety at risk!” Jimin roars, turning back around and slamming his hands on the table. “As a hero, would it make sense for me to just ignore that?”

“It’s all because of you! This is all your fault!”

“All of my fault?” Jimin scoffed, “now you’re just reaching. How can I be the reason the city is in peril?”

“You stopped talking to me,” Taehyung whimpers. “When we got older, you started spending time with other people. You told me that you would still hang out with me, but you never did, because you were out there making new best friends!” Taehyung’s eyes watered, and he turned his head away from Jimin for the first time. “I was so lonely, Jimin. You are my only friend.”

Jimin stared at Taehyung for a while, the gears slowly churning in his head. Incredulous with the outcome of his thoughts, he murmured, “is that why you’ve been terrorizing the city? Is that your way of hanging out with me?”

“Well, I… I would’ve done it regardless. But I stayed in this city so that you wouldn’t forget me. I can’t have my best friend forget me,” Taehyung spoke softly. He looked back at Jimin with wide eyes, afraid that that moment would be the moment Jimin gave up on him.

Jimin took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again, the words stuck in his throat.

Taehyung watched as his old friend open and close his mouth like a fish, and for the first time in a long time, Taehyung felt nervous.

“That’s a really convoluted way to maintain our friendship,” he finally says. Taehyung lowers his eyes to the table, pretending that didn’t hurt him. “I do what I can to keep your attention, I had no other long lasting options other than using your job and your wife.” 

“Taehyung,” Jimin started, “if I start coming by here twice a month to spend time with you, will you stop hurting my city?”

Taehyung’s head hangs low, but he nods ever so slightly.

“And will you tell me what the word is to save my wife?”

Taehyung hesitates, “I think my favorite game between us was the detective and criminal one.”

“Not this again,” Jimin groans, pushing himself away from the table.

“We used to have so many names to call each other during those times, but you and your limited vocabulary, you kept calling me the same damn stupid thing. I, an intellectual far past your capabilities, had the best and diverse names. But either way, sometimes I knew that you grew tired of the game really fast, even though I loved it.” Taehyung chuckled to himself.

Jimin left the room, tired of his antics and feeling like his confrontation led him somewhere and nowhere. Just as the door was closing and he was only within earshot, he faintly heard the last sentence Taehyung stated.

“You still played it anyways; thank you, Jiminie.”

Jimin plopped on his mattress, staring at the ceiling in exasperation. You may or may not be dying by the end of tomorrow, and for that, he is wary. Taehyung gave him little to no clues at all, and he wondered what he’d truly done wrong in this world to receive such predicament.

He closed him eyes, breathing deeply to relax the growing. He thought back to his conversations with Taehyung, breezing through them with no tell-tale hint in sight. He goes through it over and over, until one detail speaks out to him.

Taehyung mentioned the criminal and detective game more than once. 

‘We used to have so many names to call each other during those times, but you and your limited vocabulary, you kept calling me the same damn stupid thing.’

The answer he was looking for was given to him after all. Was it that nickname? Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard about their old childhood, but he could vaguely remember something from at least 20 years ago. He only remembers images of playing around with Taehyung under the slides, but never what he said.

What could it be? What could it be? Dinglebat…? No, it couldn’t have been.

Jimin yanked at the roots of his hair in frustration, feeling the answer at the tip of his tongue, but not quite there. His phone vibrated in his back pocket, startling him momentarily before he reached for it. “Yes?”

“Hey, Jimin,” Namjoon said, typing in the background. “Any updates?”

“My wife is going to die tomorrow.”

A beat of silence passed. “Well, that’s a little negative, don’t you think?”

“No, Namjoon,” Jimin sighed, “I spoke with V today. It turns out tomorrow will be the day that she will have to die in order to blow up some building or bridge.”

“Oh shit,” Namjoon whispered. 

“Yeah,” Jimin affirmed. “I don’t know where though, can you look up some major bridges or buildings nearby that may have been scouted by her?”

“Sure thing, dude.” Jimin waited patiently as the furious clicking and typing resumed, standing up with the phone nestled between his shoulder and ear as he sifted through files on his desk. “Okay, so we have the big ole water tower, the channel news building, city hall, the Blue Bridge - oh my god.”

“What, what is it?” Jimin examined the photo of his wife aiming a gun at him. It’s totally living room wall worthy.

“Get your stuff ready; Y/N is already there setting up machinery along the bridge. If what you’re saying is right, then those are probably bombs.” Jimin cursed before speeding out the door.

You check the fourth bomb that was set up along the bridge, the wiring complex and you couldn’t risk the bomb being improperly wired. How embarrassing would it be if one of your impressive bombs just fizzed into smoke because the blue connected with the red and not the green? You reached into the depths of your Duffle Bag of Cool Gadgets, as V so eloquently labeled it and double checked the instructions manual V so artistically drew out. 

To be quite fair, the manual was detailed down to the T, save for the fact one of the pages had a a very detailed phallic in the corner, but you had disregarded that.

Humming to yourself, you decided that the bomb looked fairly decent, and settled to move to the next step - building a bomb on your body. 

It never crossed your mind that the severity of the situation and that you were going to die would be something to panic about. You felt that you were in a mindless zone to follow the handbook that V had made for you when you arrived in his secret lair. You went through each mission in order, but not stopping to realize that this one was going to be the last one. 

Your skin itched, the worn elastic of your bodysuit was uncomfortable, but it also may be due to the fact that you didn’t wash it from the last battle. Fishing through your duffle bag for extra wiring, the influx of traffic that busied the bridge blocked your hearing of a certain someone flying by.

Jimin surveilled the scene, noting that you were awfully distracted and your senses drowned by the honking of cars. There were six bombs in total, and two of the ones in the middle looked awfully larger than the rest. 

“You see what I’m seeing, Namjoon?” The static of the other line echoed in his bluetooth.

“Yeah, man. This is scary. Judging by the build and the amount, they’ll probably detonate all at once with a button. As long as you get a handle of it, and I’ll get all the cars off the bridge, you’d be on solid ground.”

“Thanks, man.” Coming to a stop a good 20 feet away from you, he shouted, “Y/N! Stop what you’re doing!”

You groaned at the familiar sound before turning to face him. “Suddenly, I stop what I’m doing because a lame ass in a cape told me to!” You press the watch on your wrist that activates the jet packs attached to your shoes and you fly up to face him head on. 

“Shoo fly, stop bothering me.” You take out the gun strapped to the back of your leg and shoot tennis balls at him.

“Shit,” Jimin mutters before dodging your attacks. “Why do you like to throw things at me so much!” Jimin cried. A tennis ball lands right where his goods were, and of course you would always aim balls at his balls. He topples to the ground, skidding a few meters, deliberating between clutching his hurt shoulder from the impact or his crotch.

Thankfully, by then, Namjoon contacted the local police to block the entrances on the bridge, clearing citizens from any harm. Police stood by with their guns ready to fire when given the command, but with so many bombs around, they couldn’t risk misfiring.

“These balls are calibrated to fire at 110 miles per hour,” you smirked, blowing the tip of the barrel for good measure. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” Deciding to forego assembling the bomb vest, you swept back to the barrel, locating the detonator remote to get the deed over with.

Finally grasping the remote, you were half a second away from pushing the sole red button when Jimin’s body comes slamming into you, once again, knocking the remote out of your hands. 

“Oh, fuck you!” You pushed at his shoulders and punched him square in the nose. Depending on the short amount of time his shock allowed, you kicked at his torso to remove him off of you and clamored towards the remote some feet away. 

Jimin gasps at the sharp pain on his left ankle; much to his dismay, when you pushed him off his foot caught in a juncture in the cement and twisted his ankle. He grunted, maneuvering his body to crawl towards to you. He yanked at your ankles, dragging you back to him, attempting to pin you down. “Stop it!” Jimin’s mind reeled as he struggled to recollect the nickname he used to call Taehyung. “Stop, dinglebat!”

You wriggled in his grasp, making his efforts more difficult and scoffed, “oh, so now we’re calling each other names?”

You back elbowed him in the jaw, and crawled faster, more desperately to the detonator. You were so close, you just needed a little more. 

“No, ninnyhammer!” 

The remote in your grasp, you smiled victoriously and tilted your head to see the fear in Jimin’s eyes as he limped towards you. You pressed the button, waiting in the few seconds for the bombs to activate.

In that moment, it was almost as if Jimin’s mind cleared, and he yelled, “PINHEAD! PINHEAD! PINHEAD!”

You froze, the remote dropping from your hands as you slowly regained control of your mind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your body collapsed to the ground as all your energy fell from you, giving you a nice sideways view of Jimin screaming at you and just barely reaching you -

The ground collapsed beneath you, the bridge exploding to smithereens and you were falling. 

There was debris around you and you registered that you were falling. You were falling. You were falling. Panic swallowing your body, you frantically pressed the button on your watch to activate the jet packs but to no avail. 

“Y/N!” Jimin yelled, falling briefly before he started to fly again, this time flying straight towards you. 

Gravity proved to be a much faster competition, and you plummeted into the depths of the dark blue lake. 

Diving into the water, Jimin swam amidst the dust filled water until he saw you sinking deeper into the lake. He swam fervently towards you, grabbing your arm and yanking you into his grasp, holding you as if he were hugging you before he floated upwards. Once above water, he propelled himself upwards and flew the both of you to land. 

Placing you on your side on the grass hill beside the lake, Jimin forcefully patted your back to help drain any water from your nose and mouth. “Y/N! Y/N! WAKE UP!” Jimin’s heart crushed seeing the gash on the side of your head, presumably from a large chunk of debris colliding into you. He turned you back on your back and listened for a pulse. Hearing the faint beating of your heart relieved only a small part of him as he immediately propped open your mouth and pinched your nose with trembling hands. Taking in a long, shaking inhale, he pressed his mouth to yours, exhaling four breaths of air and checking your pulse once more. He repeated the cycle over and over until your eyes fluttered open and you violently coughed.

“Y/N,” Jimin spoke softly, lifting the back of your head gently to help you. Your eyes blurring and your throat and lungs burning with soreness, you made out the shape of Jimin hovering above you, watching as he’s sobbing and stroking your cheeks.

“Hi... Jimin,” you croaked, tilting the corners of your mouth when he envelopes your body in a hug, careful not to hurt you and burying his face into your neck. 

“You’re back,” Jimin cries, “you’re back.”

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Misfits. Partners. Family.

Wynonna Earp / Wayhaught Fanfic.

There’s a serial killer on the prowl in Purgatory... And a tall, attractive red-head is joining to team to help find him...

If a person was asked to point to Purgatory on a map, chances are, they'd have no idea the place even existed. It does. It was the final town that Wyatt Earp called his home. It's small, a little crazy, but it's definitely real. And so are the people in it. A few are just beginning to trickle into their day jobs.

Wynonna Earp. Criminal profiler, damn good one, but a genuine "don't give a fuck" attitude if there ever was one. Woman let glares and pointed glances roll off her dusty leather jacket like oil, always piercing back with a blue-eyed glare of her own and a middle finger. Whiskey in donuts were usually in tow. And a funny, dirty, (or both) quip right behind. Not much got to this woman. When it did, she was quick to find some kind of alcohol to make herself forget it.

Xavier Dolls. Never was there a man more dedicated to finding the truth of a matter, Purgatory’s finest homicide detective. And never was there a man who felt it was his sole purpose in life to remain completely emotionless. At least, that's what Wynonna said about him. But, in truth, the man was a fiercely dedicated detective, and friend. He rarely let his emotions show, even in a small smile. But if anyone laid a hand on his "family", he'd kill them without a second thought.

Waverly Earp. A ray of sunshine wrapped in small human form. The smartest person in the entire town, and everyone knew it. While she was the town sweetheart, she was a bit of a conundrum to quite a few. Her knowledge in trending shoes and nail polish was only rivaled by her knowledge of science, language and history. She knew more languages than most knew single words. And she was damn proud of it. She always felt she had something to prove, and her more than impressive IQ made her feel like she'd done just that. Her official title was forensic anthropologist, though she'd studied many other areas in forensic science.

And so these three misfits, yet partners and family, trudged through the hallways of Purgatory's Police Department, again, to gather for important news from Dolls. As soon as they'd plopped in chairs around a table, they awaited his speech.

“Another woman's gone missing. Jennifer Burk. This is the fourth woman in the last month, I think it's correct to assume we have a serial killer on our hands, especially considering how we've found the others. Let's find her before she ends up like them.” Dolls tossed folders onto the table for each of the Earp sisters, all of the information on the woman inside.

“Lemme guess, no connections with the other victims other than the fact that she's a woman? I think it's also safe to assume some lady offended this guy, and now he hates them all… Yeah, well, we hate you too, buddy.” Wynonna Earp had a way of getting into their perp’s mind.

“Alright, so I told you I was thinking about bringing in someone else. We need more hands. And a friend just moved into town, I trained her when I was still teaching. She's one of the best. She'll be here any minute.”

“Wait, friend? You have friends?” Waverly looked up from her folder questioningly at Dolls, quite genuinely confused at the prospect of the man having real friends.

“No, we're his only friends. Hey did you ever find the meaning of that symbol carved into the 3rd vic?” Wynonna countered.

“Um, yes! I'll be right back.” As Waverly walked to the back of the room, scouring a bookshelf, there was a knock on the door. Dolls opened it and let in a tall, red headed woman. “Wynonna Earp, this is Detective Nicole Haught. She just moved here and she'll be working with us.”

“Put ‘er there.” Wynonna slapped her hand in the other woman's. “Haught, huh? That's gunna be fun…” “Nice to meet you, too.” Nicole replied, an unsure look on her face. Just then Waverly returned to the table with a stack of books, staring intently into one of them. “Okay, so the reason it took me so long to figure out the symbol was because it's actually not one, it's two different symbols-“ “Babygirl.” Wynonna interrupted Waverly, motioned her head at the newest person in the office when her sister looked up from her books.

“Oh! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just, when I start talking about symbols, there's no stopping me!” Nicole Haught watched as Waverly Earp babbled about symbols, a giant grin on her face, eyes scrunched into a crescent moon shape from the size of her smile, and she was certain she was looking at the most beautiful, fascinating person she'd ever know.

“That's alright! Nicole, Nicole Haught. Nice to meet you, Waverly, right?” She stuck her hand out to shake the smaller woman's. “Oh, God! Yes! Agh, sorry, I'm all over the place. Yes, Waverly Earp.” “Pleasure to meet you, Waverly.”

She took the tall detective’s hand in her own, and a strange feeling rippled trough her hand, up her arm, into her heart. This stranger’s hand felt good in her own, in fact, amazing. Not just physically, but something else Waverly couldn't quite put her finger on. The loss of knowledge was troublesome to her, so she brushed the feeling aside.

“Um, I'm sorry detective-“ “Please, Nicole.” The red head smiled back at Waverly. “Right, Nicole. So I was just about to tell them the meaning of a symbol that was carved on one of the women. Weird invitation, but, you might want to hear this.” "No, you're right. I do. Please, continue!" Nicole took an empty seat. Waverly opened a couple of books she had brought to the table.

"So, this the first woman that's he's marked like this. I don't know why, Wynonna, you'll have to figure that one out. It took me a little longer than usual to figure this out, because it's actually two symbols. And, they're from entirely separate cultures. This one," Waverly drew a stick figure like drawing, "is the wiccan symbol for mother. And this one," she drew another picture, this time two arrows, one on top of the other, pointing in different directions, "is a Native American symbol. It means war. He carved one on top of the other."

"Sounds like he's declaring war to me," Nicole offered. A twisted look on her face, Wynonna was leaning back in her chair, right leg crossed in a manly fashion over the left. She suddenly stood up, went to the magnetic whiteboard with photos and evidence all over, and pulled a rather grotesque picture down. She plopped down on her seat, compared the photo with the drawings. All sat in silence, waiting for her input. She was the one who let the demons into her brain, who got into theirs'. She was the one who somehow found motive in nonsensical madness.

"It doesn't make sense..." She muttered, after a few moments of silence. No response. "This-" She pointed to the photo she'd taken down, mangled limbs and body parts, contorted, posed, to look like a modern day art sculpture, "This is like a demonic tapestry from a fucking art show. It's... specific, intentional. It's there because he wants everyone to see what he can do. But this-" she pointed to the symbols, "it's messy, it has nothing to do with art, or abilities. He is declaring war." She looked over at Nicole. "But those two motives... they don't go together. Not here, not like this.”

Leaning back in his chair, releasing a deep sigh, Dolls spoke, "so what does this mean for us?"

"One of two things. Either we have two perps with crazy different agendas, or one with... crazy voices in his head..." Wynonna responded, eyes still darting back and forth between the pictures.

"If you had to guess make an educated guess, which one do you think it is?" Nicole posed, leaning forward on her elbows.

Wynonna gave her tight-lipped face, "That is my educated guess, newbie."

"Earp!" Dolls reprimanded the elder of the Earp sisters.

Wynonna raised her hands in self-defense mode, "Fine! If I had to choose one... I mean I don't think an "artistic" serial killer would let anyone help them, let alone make their own mark on the body. But the two agendas... I can't reconcile them unless he's hearing voices. Oh, and the mother symbol, definitely confirms my theory that this is a momma issue. Another thing- why wait until now to start carving symbols that basically declare war? It's like the agendas in his head are at war with each other…"

Curious, Nicole spoke, "What else is there to the mother theory?" Waverly chimed in, "Well, none of the women have been raped, or shown any signs of sexual assault, but all of them have had their reproductive organs completely removed." "Dude. Did you not read any of this before you came in here?" Wynonna asked Nicole witheringly. "EARP." Dolls interrupted before Nicole had a chance to answer. "I called her in here before she had the chance, so no, she didn't. As soon as I found out about vic number 4, I called you all in. Now lay off Detective Haught, got it?" Wynonna glared at Dolls before giving an answer. "Fine. But she's on the donut rotation." With that, she picked up the photos and went to her office, soon followed by Dolls heading to his own.

Waverly and Nicole sat in silence, both aware of the tense feeling in the air. Waverly's heart was pounding, and she had no idea why. Nicole's heart was pounding as well, but she knew exactly why, and had a better idea of how to keep calm in front of a beautiful woman. She tried to start casual conversation. "Um, what's the donut rotation?" Nicole looked confusedly at Waverly, who rolled her eyes at her sister's words. "The station always has donuts, but they never have powdered ones. Wynonna made a schedule for us to bring powdered donuts. So, congratulations, I guess? You're on the powdered donut schedule."

"Ooo-kay. So when do I need to bring these donuts?" "Oh, she'll let know. Actually, she'll probably be back in a couple minutes with a little printed schedule for you." Waverly answered casually, turning to place books back on the bookshelf. "Can I ask you question?" Nicole ventured. "Yeah, sure!" "So, is she always that..." The older woman was searching for the right word. "Bitchy? Eh. She's frustrated right now, this perp is in her brain. She gets that way, with the really bad ones. I don't blame her..." "No, you're right. It's a hard job. Getting inside a killer’s brain. Takes a lot of empathy. Dolls said she's good at it.”

Just then, Wynonna strode back into the room, powdered donut in one hard, freshly printed paper in the other. She slapped it down in front of Nicole. “Haught-sauce.” Nicole was slightly impressed, usually people waited to get to know her before throwing out the puns. “Donut schedule. You miss a day, you buy ‘em for a week. Wave,” she pointed to her sister, “your turn to get Wills. Gus has that appointment, remember?” Waverly glanced at her watch. “Yeah, I'll leave in like, 10 minutes.” It wasn't any of her business, and she knew it, but she still wanted to ask. As soon as Wynonna left the room, Nicole turned back to Waverly. “Who's Wills?”

“Oh, our nephew. William.” She pulled out her phone and showed Nicole a photo of a young boy. Handsome, hazel crescent-moon eyes, brunette hair, looked a lot like Waverly. Nicole could tell by the fact that she hadn't offered any more information than the simple fact that he was her nephew that she shouldn't ask too personal questions about him. “He's adorable. How old?” Waverly groaned. “Ugh, right? He's 4. I can never say no. I swear he'll be the death of me. And Wynonna. Pretty sure he is her only soft side. Well, I'm going to clean up my things, and I gotta head out. I'll see you tomorrow!”

Nicole was certain that Waverly was handling this much better than she was at this point. Her stomach was in a million knots. “Right, lookin forward to workin with you, Waverly Earp.” And she threw the smaller woman an enormous dimpled grin that threw her completely off guard, and she still couldn't figure out why. No, Waverly was not handling this any better.

Continued HERE, on ao3