#edit: i saw the black cat before i clocked out too tonight he was so cute

[pomfiores]

when I tell you guys that I am *pinches my fingers* this close to stealing the black cat on didney property. he's around the hotel where I am (he's 8years old!!!), I see him almost every lunch. I told the security guard I'd steal him if I could to which the guard said "do it. take him home" aksjfa bUT MY DILEMMA,, YOU SEE,, I live with my family therefore they have their restrictions on animals. so.

i think... I'll be venturing on my own soon. idk. but I am gonna try. for my boys and potentially mister at the hotel (there's another cat who he hangs out with and i'd feel bad to leave that one out. you see my dilemma?)

[toomanyfandoms02]

The Photographer // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

So I made a one-shot based off of the picture down here!

Word count ~ 3.1k

Summary - y/n is a celebrity photographer, and Matthew's birthday is coming up. This calls for a birthday shoot.

Ever since I was in sixth grade, I dreamed of being a photographer. But back then, I was just taking candid pictures of my cat (Peanut Butter), and random flowers that my mom had graciously planted for me. I really never planned on taking nice, professional pictures of people.

But here I was.

I went to 'California College of Arts' in San Francisco for 4 years. After that, I had a bit of trouble getting myself out there. I had a decent following on my instagram. People liked the pictures of my dog, and the pictures of nature that I took on my many travels. But likes and follows don't get you money, at least not enough. So I switched my focus onto more interesting things.

Advertising yourself as a photographer wasn't an easy task. You had to be ruthless, and be willing to get rejected and not back down. So I did what any semi-sane person would do.

I messaged over 50 celebrities asking of they wanted to do a shoot with me. I sent them my prices, and what kinds of shoots I was willing to do. I didn't have much hope for it, but it was worth a try.

And that's where it began.

Out of all of the messages, Andrew Lincoln, AKA Rick from The Walking Dead messaged me back.

*Hello Miss y/l/n! I've actually seen quite a few of your nature shots and I have always wondered how your photos would turn out with people. I would love to be your Guinea Pig.*

He sent me days he was available and I did his shoot. After posting his pictures, my popularity shot from there.

That was a few years ago, I was now taking photos for multiple celebrities. I was ultimately known for my black and white shoots. I had, in fact, just gotten done with a shoot of A.J. Cook. She had requested *me* to take her pictures for an up and coming article that was being written about her. I, of course, gratefully said yes, being a huge fan of hers, along with the whole Criminal Minds cast.

I emailed her all of the pictures I had taken, edited and all, while simultaneously posting them on my instagram.

It was mere hours later before a notification popped up on my phone of an email that I could not believe. Theres no way that he was emailing me, right?

*You have an Email from Matthew Gray Gubler*

*Hi there! I saw your shoot on AJ's instagram and my birthday is coming up. My manager wants me to do a birthday shoot, and we both like your black and white style. I know it's not usually the kind of thing you, birthdays, do but I figured it was worth a shot, and I think you have some real talent. Let me know when you are free next. I am on a break so my schedule is relatively flexible.*

I could safely say that it was a good thing that I lived alone because I don't think I have ever screamed louder into a pillow. Matthew has been one of my favorite celebrities for the longest time. If we were going to be completely honest, once I started watching Criminal Minds, I immediately had a crush on him. This wasn't exactly the profession to be in if you were going to have a celebrity crush. I was often invited to red carpets and movie premiers, so I met quite a few stars. I never thought I would have to worry about slipping up on my professionalism.

Because I never thought I would even meet him.

My obvious answer to his request was yes. I would never *ever* miss an opportunity to have a photoshoot with someone so inspiring and meaningful to me. So I started writing an email back.

*Hi Matthew!*

Should I address him like that? Is that unprofessional?

*Hi Mr. Gubler*

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

*Hi Matthew!* We are gonna stick with that. *I don't know if this is too short of a notice, but I actually have a free spot tomorrow. (Of course if that doesn't work for you, I can figure something out for later, and try to fit it in before your birthday). I have a few ideas for props that I can send you? Let me know how I can help.*

I sent it and ran my hands through my hair, tossing my phone back onto my comforter. I had taken pictures of so many awesome celebrities:

• Selena Gomez

• Robert Downey Jr.

• Dylan O'Brien

• Grant Gustin

• Holland Roden

• Danai Gurira

But this was by far the coolest one, in my mind at least.

While waiting a little to anxiously for a reply, I decided I was going to make myself some lunch, Ramen. I set my phone on the counter as I boiled my noodles, peering over at the blank screen every few seconds (but really they felt like **minutes**).

Just as I was adding the flavour packet to the bowl my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly, spilling part of the packet out of the bowl.

"Damnit." I quickly wiped the salt into the trash can and snatched my phone, seeing another email.

*Tomorrow is actually perfect, and I would love to hear your recommendations on props, clothes, anything really. I'm going to leave my number on this email so we can have easier contact of that's okay with you.*

Wow, alright. I will now have Matthew Gray Gublers number in my phone. I made a contact for him.

**It's y/n, soooo for props. I figured I could bake you a cake! I took a few baking electives in college so I could make a really nice one and we can do something with it. I recommend you bring clothes you like to wear that are black and white. (Other colors work too, but it just looks and flows better if it's black and white). I will set the rest of the stuff up. I will be ready for you by 1 pm if that's okay.**

*You would bake me a cake?! That would be super cool thank you! I would love that. I will bring a few black and white outfits. Would it be weird if I brought a black and white Kimono?*

A chance to see Matthew in a kimono? Please yes.

**Oh my gosh please do. I would love to take pictures of you in an infamous kimono of yours.**

*Awesome! I will see you tomorrow at 1. Heres my managers info for you to sell the billing to.*

He attatched his managers email. I just sat at my kitchens island, smiling like a true dork at my phone.

**And here is my address, I run the studio at my house. What is your favorite cake and icing by the way? :)**

Was a smiley face unprofessional?

I need to chill out.

*Vanilla cake and chocolate frosting possibly? I will eat anything though probably. :)*

Now I was really smiling at my phone like a psycho idiot.

**Alrighty, see you tomorrow**

Since I didn't want to wake up too early tomorrow, I decided I was going to start the cake tonight. I had quite a few recipes held in my cabinets. I located my vanilla cake recipe and put my pre-made chocolate frosting on the counter.

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After about an hour of preparing, making a cake from scratch, and putting it in the oven. The cake was finally done and cooled. I added black cocoa to the frosting to make it completely black and got out my white gel.

*You made it 3 decades :)*

Was scrawled in calligraphy on the top of the cylindrical cake. I added white drips down the sides and white multi shaped sprinkles to the bottom part.

I set it in my fridge and got ready for bed. I know it's going to be hard to sleep just thinking about tomorrow.

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My alarm woke me up at 10 am, never before this had I woke up with a smile on my face before 12.

I took a quick shower and dressed in a white and blue floral romper with my hair in a high ponytail. Now it was time to set up backgrounds for the shoot.

I had two stations downstairs where I took all my photos. I set the first one up very normal with a white background and a rustic black stool. The second one was set up with another white background but littered with black streamers and big *30* black and white speckled balloons strung at the top.

Once I was done with all that. It was nearing 1. I slipped the cake out of the fridge and slid it onto my island. I glanced up at the clock above my stove.

*12:49*

Since I just had a little bit of time, I went a put some simple makeup on. I usually don't wear makeup when taking pictures of people, but for obvious reasons, I was making an exception.

Just as I was leaving my bathroom I heard a knock at my door. I walked swiftly to my door and opened it shakily.

"Hi!" He held up the clothes that were hung lazily over his arm. He smiled that million dollar smile and I could have sworn he looked me up and down.

Wishful thinking I guess.

"Welcome!" I stepped out of the doorway, silently inviting him in. "If you wanna set your stuff down, those stairs to the right lead you down the the studio."

"Thanks." He scurried down the stairs as I grabbed the cake and followed him down. I set it on a table that I had down there, he peered over at it and immediately burst into fits of laughter.

"I knew you had a sense of humor, so why put something normal and boring on the cake." I laughed with him as he tried to catch his breath.

"This is so perfect." He laughed a little more. "Thank you, so much." I shrugged with a smile. I posed him in front of the streamers with the cake.

He made some silly faces and smiled like there was no tomorrow. Next I brought him to the more plain station, sitting him on the stool. I looked through the lenses of the camera and glared a bit.

"Hey can you put your left leg up on the second peg of the stool?" I asked, pointing to his leg.

"This one?" He put it on the third. I shook my head. "This one?" He moved it down the the fourth. He was smiling a sly smile, seemingly challenging me.

"Let me do it for you." I had to pose people often, but posing him was going to be a little harder for me, considering I found him painfully attractive.

I moved his leg up to the second one and patted it.

"Now leave it there, so I don't have to help you again." I giggled, walking back to my camera. Taking a picture of him leaning forward on the stool and smiling. I then made him laugh and got a good genuine one of him leaning back and laughing. After all that, I proposed that we eat some cake and took a break.

I cut him a slice and handed it to him with a smile.

"So, tell me about yourself." He said, eating a bite of his cake.

"Well, I have always enjoyed photography. I love all types of art, so I also draw and paint often. And I have a black cat upstairs. His name is-" and I stopped, blood rushing to my cheeks. He is most certainly going to ask me the name, and I do not want to tell him.

He stared at me expectantly. "What is his name?" He motioned me to go on.

"Uh," I laughed a little awkwardly, setting my hands in my lap and staring at them. "His name is Spencer. As in Spencer Reid..." I glanced up at him and saw a huge grin break out on his face.

"So you like Criminal Minds? I never would have guessed. You just don't seem the type."

"Well all my memorabilia is in my room, just so people don't think I'm weird for having quite a few framed and signed posters." I smiled up at him, pushing around the remaining cake crumbs on my plate.

"One, That's not weird, that's awesome. Two, can I please meet Spencer and take pictures with him in my kimono."

I don't think I have ever heard a better sentence in my entire life.

"Yes, absolutely! I'll go get him." I clunked up the stairs on my search to find Spencer. I went to his usual spot first, my bed. Luckily he was sitting there, licking his outstretched foot. "Hi baby! You are about to take pictures with the guy you are named after. He almost as cute as you!" I grabbed him from the bed an headed back downstairs. I walked in with the accidental impeccable timing to see Matthew in his barely tied kimono, showing off his chest. My eyes widened a bit and he tied it off fully.

"Is this the famous Spencer?! He is so cute!" He reached his arms out at Spencer. My little fluff ball curled up into him instantly, cuddling into his silky kimono.

We took many many pictures of Spencer and Matthew together. I think maybe my cat likes him more than he likes me now.

"Okay, last idea. How about we just take some more up close pictures of me feeding you some cake?" It came put as a question because I didn't know how comfortable he would be with it.

"Perfect!" I cut another slice of the cake and brought it over to him. We were both sitting on the floor.

"This might be a little awkward, okay?" I giggled as I leaned back to get his whole face in the shot. This proved to be very difficult as I was using my left hand to take the picture. I fed him the cake with the right as he looked at the camera with a more seductive look. I could have melted into the floor.

I decided to switch hands so I could take the photos better, but now my very uncoordinated hand was the one picking up the cake. As I went down to get another section of the cake for another angle of feeding this sculpture of a man, I instead dipped my thumb right into the deep black frosting.

"Shit, I'm so sorry hold on." As I went to stand up and grab a napkin to wipe my thumb off, Matthew grabbed my wrist lightly.

"Hold on, uh, I have an idea, before you do anything." I sat down with a confused look. "I saw someone do this in another shoot. But we totally don't have to do it. I just thought it would be a different idea." His words were more rushed than usual.

"I'm sure I've done weirder things for other shoots, don't worry. It's *your* shoot." I reassured him, though my head was swimming wondering what he was going to do.

"Ok. So. What I'm going to do is put your thumb in my mouth, and I'm basically gonna, uh, suck on it while kinda smiling?" He could barely get through the whole thing without laughing.

"Alright, weird request but I like it!" I giggled for what seemed like the 30th time today. "And to make you feel better, yes, I have done weirder."

"Thank God."

"So I am guessing you want me to do something like this with the rest of my hand, ya know, the part that's not in your mouth." I stated as I placed my hand on his cheek. He let a slow breath out, staring into my eyes.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay." I said with a shrug, grabbing my camera from the ground. He opened his mouth with an all too familiar wide grin as I placed my thumb in. His mouth closed around it and he smiled, just a little. I brought my camera to my face, capturing the moment that I would have forever in my mind and in a small frame on my bedroom wall, for sure.

I slipped my thumb from his mouth and watched as his face turned extremely red. To save him embarrassment, I immediately stood up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the rest of the frosting off.

"Can I see it?" He motioned to the camera. I nodded, sitting down right beside him, showing him the picture. It showed off a closer look at the rose tattoos I had near my wrists and the shiny watch that was gifted to me by my mom. "It turned out good! I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no! Of course not. Total opposite." As soon as I said that I regretted it.

"So that made you extremely comfortable?" A sly smile was making it's way onto his face.

"That's, that's not- You know what? Sure, yes." I chuckled. "You don't really make me uncomfortable at all to be honest. So no, you didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Well I'm glad." He smiled and we sat in silence for a moment.

"Well I guess that's it yeah?" He nodded. "Well this was fun. Thanks for being an excellent subject to take pictures of."

He gathered his stuff as we went back upstairs. Once at the door, Spencer came up to him, rubbing on his leg. He bent over to pet him.

"So, I'm not sure if you are single or not." I could feel the blood draining from my face. Was this really happening right now? "But I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date?"

Yes, this was happening right now.

"Really?" I could tell I sounded extremely excited, but at this point, I didn't even care.

"Yeah, you are super laid back, funny, talented, and you aren't scared away by how weird I am." He laughed, "So yes?"

"I would absolutely love to."

"Great. I'll text you." He winked and waved as he closed the door, leaving.

My back went against the door. I couldn't keep in the squeal so I just embraced it and squealed my heart out, doing a little dance.

Which was quickly ended when I heard a knock at the door.

"I'm sorry, I want to get to know you better immediately." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Are you free for the rest of the day?" I was sure that my face was red as a tomato.

"Yes I am." He grabbed my hand, dragging me outside.

"Then let's go."

[snowdice]

Folds in Paper (Chapter 5: It Spills Itself in Fearing to be Spilt)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Chapter Summary:  

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

-Shakespeare in Hamlet

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

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Janus stepped back into the reception area and booted up his time piece. Instinct said to go back to the office despite it being late enough that most people had gone home, but he hesitated. Surely Emile had given up by now, but considering he’d sent someone to ambush him in his office, Janus wasn’t sure if he should trust that. He could just go home, but he already knew his mind was racing too much to sleep tonight, so he’d probably just end up staring at the lake for the next 6 hours. That in mind, he decided on the only other legitimate option he had. He pulled up Remus’s home coordinates and selected.

The home that Remus had chosen (after his long line of rejected requests) managed to somehow make no and absolute sense simultaneously to anyone who knew him. It was a small farm in the United States just west of the Mississippi in 1842 in what would be ratified as the state of Iowa in a few years. When asked why he would choose that time and place, Remus always responded with “I thought it was funny,” whatever that meant.

Unlike most time agents who simply used the identities assigned to them by the AMO as a cover, Remus actually lived his part time. Janus was… fairly certain he was cheating a bit to get everything done, but he maintained his small farm all on his own, growing most of his own food. The neighbors he had lived very far away, but he still spoke with them far more than Janus did his own.

Janus appeared inside the small home, his eyes already shut. “Are you here and dressed?” Janus called. Something bumped lightly into his legs.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Janus peaked his eyes open and squatted to pet the cat at his feet. “That doesn’t answer my second question!” he called back to Remus.

“It’s a surprise!” Remus said.

“Remus.” Diesel Fuel the cat flopped to her side on the ground as Janus continued to pet her ears. He heard Remus’s footsteps, and saw cloth covering his legs, so risked looking up. He was currently not only dressed, but wearing an apron that Janus was fairly sure was not time appropriate judging by the fabric and cat pawprint design. He had a bit of flour on his hands, and it may have been a bit too white for the time and place, but Janus couldn’t be completely sure.

“What’re you doing here?” Remus asked.

“My day has been an endless series of frustrations,” Janus said. “So, I have come to see the only tolerable being in the history of the universe.”

Remus snorted. “Since I know that isn’t me, I’ll assume you’re talking about the cat.”

“I still don’t understand why you tolerate this creature,” Janus addressed Diesel Fuel. She blinked slowly up at him. “To be fair, he was assigned as my partner. I didn’t have much of a choice in it. You could always run away and become feral in the woods if you’d like.”

“So, could you, technically,” Remus pointed out.

“I’m thinking about it after today.”

“Would you like some bread?” Remus asked. “That’s all I’ve been making this afternoon. Some fresh should be coming out of the oven in a few minutes.”

“Do you have anything stronger made out of wheat?”

“Ew, no, but I do have vodka.”

“Vodka works.”

“Want me to mix it with something?”

“No.”

“One of those night then,” Remus said, easily. “Let me finish up the bread, so I don’t burn the kitchen down. You can go get the alcohol from the cellar while you wait if you want, or you can just flop down on the couch.”

He was going to just flop down on the couch.

He did just that as Remus disappeared back into his kitchen. The cat hopped onto his stomach, proceeding to purr loudly and kneed at chest. Janus petted the cat and listened to the noise of Remus moving around in the other room, letting his mind drift. His mind drifted to Virgil for a bit and he steadfastly did not allow it to drift to his brother. Yet, the thing that most was on his mind was the strange man who had flirted with and charmed Janus all night before mercilessly screwing him over. ‘Pat’ he’d said his name was, but surely that was not his real name.

Janus sighed and scratched the cat’s ear. “He certainly wasn’t an amateur,” Janus mused to the cat. “With that amount of precision to get in before we did, he must have someone not on the ground feeding him information. Perhaps more than one.” He was part of a group of time traveling thieves perhaps or something worse. “I didn’t get a good look at his face since he was wearing a mask,” Janus said, “but I spent a lot of time with him, and I’m sure Remy swiped the mask from the police since it had been on me when I was arrested. It’s a good lead.” He continued to pet Diesel Fuel. Eventually, Remus came back in, noticed Janus hadn’t bothered to get the alcohol and went outside to the cellar. “I’m going to find him,” Janus told Diesel Fuel. “I’ll stop whatever it is he’s doing, and I’ll bring him in.” Diesel Fuel mewed her support, and Janus patted her on top of the head.

Remus came back in with the bottle of vodka and handed it to him without a word. He sat down on the couch near Janus’s feet and patted his lap so Diesel Fuel would come over to him and allow Janus to sit up.

The bastard waited until he was approximately 3 shots in (he didn’t have a shot glass and was just taking drinks from the bottle) to ask the questions Janus really didn’t want to answer. “Are you mad at Emile?” Remus asked.

Janus groaned, trying to wash out the bitter taste of shame and grief with the sharp sting of vodka. It didn’t work. “No,” he said to Remus.

“Then why have you been avoiding him?”

“Shit, I’m here because I didn’t want to think about it. Can’t we just not.”

“Don’t want to think about what?

“It’s none of your business, Remus.”

He could feel Remus frowning at him, but Janus stared resolutely ahead. At least, he did until a foot poked his face. He slapped it away, but it did the job of getting Janus to look back at Remus.

“It is my business,” Remus said, foot still in the air. “I’m your partner and your friend.”

“If I’m your friend, you’ll drop it.”

“So, you’re not mad at Emile,” Remus continued, contemplatively. “Did you do something to him, then?” Janus bit his lip and looked away. “What?” Remus asked. Janus didn’t respond. “Look, I’m sure he’ll forgive you for whatever it is. He’s a good guy. Just talk to him about it.”

“I can’t,” Janus said.

“Whatever it is, it’s probably been long enough that he forgives you. You literally just have to have a conversation, say you’re sorry, and everything will be A-OK.”

“I can’t,” Janus repeated.

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t know about it.”

Remus paused. “So, as far as he knows, you just cut contact with him all of a sudden for no reason and have been avoiding him ever since?”

Janus looked at his shoes. “Yeah.”

“That…” Remus said, “is not fucking fair Janus.”

“I know.”

“Then why the hell are you doing that to him? He’s like… soft and feeling-y. He’s probably really upset.”

“I know, Remus.”

“Tell him. Whatever it is.”

“I can’t.”

“Look,” Remus said. “You tell him and he either forgives you or he doesn’t. If he does, everything’s fine. If he doesn’t… well, it’s not like it would be any different from you two never being in the same room the last few years. Either way, you can’t just do this to him. He’ll probably forgive you. He’s your brother. Brothers don’t… brothers would forgive each other.”

Janus laughed softly and met Remus’s eyes. “That’s the problem,” he said. “He’d definitely forgive me.” He turned away and opened the vodka bottle again. “Now, if you’ll shut up for a few minutes, I’m going to drink until I black out.”

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[crystalninjaphoenix]

Chaos Theory

Part Six

(Even after the disaster of the last part, there are more puzzles to solve. The three boys better hurry on this one, or else there will be consequences.)

They stopped only a few blocks away from the building, sitting on a street corner. Jackie made them stop, despite the fact that they all wanted to get farther away. He remembered the gamemaster’s warning about taking too long, and nerves started eating away at his stomach.

“Here, give me the laptop,” Jackie said. JJ handed him the box with the computer inside.

Chase watched as Jackie booted it up. “I...you know, I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on.” He sounded almost apologetic.

“We’re in Saw,” Jackie said, not taking his eyes away from the screen. “Some psycho decided to kidnap the group and threatened me with your deaths if I didn’t play his fucked-up game and solve his puzzles.”

Chase whistled. “Well, shit.”

“Yeah.” Jackie opened his email, finding another message from the same user as before. This one had a zip folder titled ‘Set 3′ attached. He quickly unzipped it, finding a few files inside: an image called 3.png, a folder called ‘3′, and a text file titled ‘open me first.’ Jackie did so, and inside was a single url. He opened the browser and copy-pasted the url into the search bar.

At first, the three of them found it hard to tell what they were looking at. The website was mostly black, with some white text, and a square that showed a dark video. Until they realized something was moving in the video. Jackie ran his hand through the box until he found the earbuds, plugging them into the laptop and putting them on. Suddenly, when he clicked the little sound icon on the video, he could hear the sound of rushing water and splashing, along with muffled cries and whimpers. His heart sank. “I’m gonna...” He turned up the brightness on the laptop.

Chase gasped. Jameson covered his mouth with his hand, eyes wide. Jackie leaned back. Marvin was in the video, bound and gagged. He was stuck inside a box with glass walls, small enough that he couldn’t straighten his legs. There was water slowly flowing into the box from a connected pipe. There was also a timer in the corner of the video, counting down: 55:12, 55:11, 55:10...

The time on the laptop’s clock read 3:03am.

“Is...is this live?” Chase asked.

“I think it is,” Jackie muttered.

“You can livestream shit like this?!” Chase shook his head. “Why haven’t the police—or whoever—why hasn’t someone stopped this?!”

“Well, firstly, because this video has probably only been active since tonight. And secondly, because you’d be surprised what goes up online.” Jackie leaned closer to the screen, looking around the website. “The Dark Web, you know? There are several sites that are like Twitch for sadists.” Unconsciously, he rubbed his left arm. “I don’t recognize this one, though.”

JJ snapped his fingers, drawing the other two’s attention. There is a timer in this video! he signed in obvious distress. And it’s counting down. I don’t think we want to find out what will happen when it reaches zero.

Jackie shoot his head. “You’re right. We need to hurry. My guess is that timer is how long it’ll take for that box to fill up with water, and then...” He shuddered, immediately closing the web page. “We have to find out where that is. And it’s going to be in the puzzles, just like before.”

He clicked on the 3.png image. It opened to a picture with a dark red background and black text reading: “SEEK THROUGH THE CATALOG, FIND WHAT’S BELOW.” The text was followed by that symbol of a skull inside a hollow circle, divided in four. Below the text were three black-and-white photographs with captions beneath them: a black wand with white ends labeled “Magic Wand,” a spread-out deck of cards labelled “Card Game,” and a white fluffy cat labeled “Norwegian Forest Cat.”

Jackie frowned. “Okay, I don’t know what this means other than some sort of instructions, so I’m just going to plug this image into the editing program and see if anything shows up when I play with sliders.”

It sounds like we’re meant to find those images in some sort of catalog, JJ figured. But what catalog?

“I dunno. Maybe it’s in that other folder. You know, that came with this?” Chase wondered.

Jackie paused. “Maybe. I haven’t found anything in this image yet, so we can look what’s in there.” He went back into the files and opened the folder labeled 3.

What was inside were countless black-and-white photos, all with names written in numbers and a few letters. “What the...?” Jackie scrolled down...and down...and down...until he grabbed the scroll bar with his mouse and pulled it all the way to the bottom. “There must be hundreds of images in here!”

“Jesus,” Chase muttered. “Uh, I think this is the catalog.”

“How are we supposed to find three pictures out of all these?!” Jackie threw his hands in the air. “That could take hours! W-we don’t have that much time!” Jackie clasped his hand over his mouth, trying and failing to keep his eyes from watering. “It was rigged. This whole thing was rigged, we were never going to win it.” He blinked, and tears started falling down his face. He’d been scrambling, frantically trying to complete puzzles and reach the locations quickly, only for this? For two of his friends to die without him being able to do anything about it? What a sick game this was.

“No no no no, there has to be a way,” Chase took the laptop, using the mousepad to scroll through the photos, eyes scanning in rows. “Maybe they’re really early on, and this is meant to discourage us.”

“Chase, I don’t think that’s the case.” Jackie buried his hands in his folded arms. He was shaking.

“No, listen, there has to be a way.” Chase didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “This guy’s a sick fuck, but he also has another set of puzzles after this, he’s not gonna rig it so you fail before getting to that last set. There has to be a way to find—” He stopped, eyes suddenly widening. “We can use the find feature.”

Jackie looked up with red-rimmed eyes. “The what?”

“The find feature, the search bar, it’s built in to your files.” Chase circled the mouse around the search bar in the upper right corner of the window. “We just need to know what the images are called.”

“Well, uh...I think he gave us the image names. In the other picture, with the instructions.” Jackie gently took back the computer, switching to the other image. “See? Magic Wand, Card Game, and Norwegian Forest Cat.” Jackie typed the first phrase, Magic Wand, into the search bar. Nothing came up.

JJ tapped Jackie’s shoulder for attention. All the photo titles are in that same code from before, he pointed out. Perhaps we simply need to encode the titles of the images we’re looking for?

Jackie suddenly threw his arms around JJ. “Jameson Jackson, you’re a genius.” He let go, then turned to his other side and hugged Chase too. “And you also, Chase! I don’t know if I’d have thought of the search.”

“Aw, it’s nothing,” Chase muttered, smiling a bit.

Really no problem at all, JJ signed.

“Well, I would’ve been stuck for a while. And time is of the essence.” Jackie opened up the same online code converter from before. He typed in the first phrase again, and then copied the result—4d 61 67 69 63 20 57 61 6e 64—and pasted it into the file search bar. Immediately, the image they’d been looking for popped up. “Yes!” Jackie shouted, punching the air.

“Wait, something’s up.” Chase leaned over and opened the image. There was a strange bit at the bottom, taken up with a white and black boxy symbol. “That looks like...I dunno, part of a QR code.”

“How much do you want to bet the rest of the code is in the other two images?” Jackie muttered.

After encoding the other titles and finding the images, it was clear that the QR code was split up between the three images. Jackie plugged all three into the photo editor, and arranged them next to each other so the code was complete. He patted his suit. “Fuck, do either of you have your phone?”

Chase checked his pockets. “No. I last remember setting it down on my desk, but then I passed out and woke up in that...place.”

JJ waggled his mustache, and pulled out his phone with a grin.

“Jays, I love you so much,” Jackie laughed. “Oh, the old-fashioned man is the one with the smartphone, how ironic.”

JJ passed it to Jackie. It’s very helpful. I’m trying to make a habit of keeping it on my person.

“That’s a good idea.” Jackie leaned back a bit as he tried to get the entire code in view of the camera. Then he snapped a picture, and a notification immediately popped up, saying the code had been understood and explaining what it would do. “This’ll take us to a website...” Jackie said, clicking on the notification to activate the code. The browser on the phone opened up, 

Chase leaned over. “What’s that?”

“It’s a crossword puzzle.” Jackie groaned. He’d hoped the QR code would just give them the location to find Marvin, but no such luck. “Alright. Some of the squares are colored red, and at the bottom there’s this thing...” He scrolled down, and read out loud. “‘The address is 68′ and then a blank space. I bet we have to solve the crossword puzzle and then plug the letters from the red squares into this space to find the street address.”

Then what are we waiting for? JJ asked. What is the puzzle asking for?

Jackie looked through the hints. “Looks like a bunch of trivia...oh! I know the answer to number one! It’s Undertale.” Jackie smiled a bit. That was Marvin’s favorite game...thinking of Marvin, the smile faded. “Okay. Let’s go.”

By the time they finished, the clock read 3:25am. Piecing together the letters from the red squares, they came up with the address of 68 Aspen St. “That’s on the other side of town!” Jackie cried, distressed. “Okay. Okay, I can probably run there quickly, you guys will have to catch—”

“We can drive,” Chase suggested.

JJ frowned. Chase, I know you can drive, but you don’t have your car.

“There’s a car right there, in that parking lot.” Chase pointed diagonally across the street. There was indeed a single car in an empty lot. “Jackie, do you still know how to hotwire things?”

“Ah—I mean, yeah, but are we really about to steal a car?” Jackie asked tentatively.

It’s either that or let Marvin die! JJ signed furiously. We can return it after!

Jackie jumped at JJ’s sudden motion, but then nodded. “Yeah, guess it’s the lesser of two evils, huh?” He shut the laptop. “Alright. We have to hurry. If my math’s correct, we only have about half an hour before that timer counts down. Let’s go.”

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

I always get what I want. A Yandere! Kamski x Reader fic.

Kamski's eyes blaze as he watches the two of you through the eyes of one of the patrol androids. He hates how you smile at Gavin, laugh at some idiotic joke he spouts. Hates how that brute reaches towards you the brush away a strand of hair out of your eyes. Seeming to relish the feel of your skin on his finger tips as his fingers linger on your cheek.

This angers him so much that his hand tightens around his whiskey glass. Hard enough that the glass finally shatters under the pressure, sending pieces of glass everywhere, including his hand. Blinking a few times he looks down at his bloody hand, at the shards embedded in there. Pain lancing through it as he tries to pull one of the shards out. This is all your fault. You going for that, that beast when he could give you the world. By now he's seeing red as one of the Chloe's rushes to his side and helps  to fix up his hand. Uttering a few concerned words Chloe tries to ask him what's wrong. But he doesn't hear her words, his thoughts are still on you. He's not admitting defeat yet...(edited)He'll court you slowly. Sending you the most extravagant gift imaginable. Nothing too fancy, and nothing he knows you wouldn't like. But something that would get your interest. Feeling a smile creeping to his face he looks down at his newly bandaged hand. Looking to Chloe he tilts his head to the side. "I have a job for you." He tells the blonde android.

Time skip

It's another long, idiotic day for you at the precinct. Non-stop paperwork and reports that take up your time leaving you more than a little irritable. That is, until you see a small velvet box sitting on your desk. Blinking a few times you look around, wondering if someone mistook your desk for someone else's and left this there, unless...You turn your gaze to Gavin, eyebrow arched. He wouldn't...No, you just started your relationship with him and he stated he wasn't the type to do such a thing at shower you with gifts and such. Or was he? Placing the files down you pick up the box and open it. Revealing a beautiful sapphire necklace, you can't believe your eyes, someone must've left this here for someone else- Then you see it, the small note attached to the necklace, on it is your name, but without saying who it is from. Puzzled you look around, looking for whoever left this here, when you spot her, leaving the precinct a blonde woman. But, before you can catch up to her, she's gone, leaving you more puzzled.

"Something wrong, kid?" Gavin asks as he comes up behind you. His hand on your shoulder. Opening you mouth you start to tell him, but stop, What can he do? Hell, for all you know he was the one that bought it for you. Though where he got the money to buy you something like this was beyond you. So, tucking your hands behind your back, making sure that he didn't see the box you tell him it's nothing. Before standing on the tips of your toes and give him a gentle kiss on the lips before walking off.

This wasn't how he thought it'd go. Kamski ground his teeth together was he continues to watch you. He was expecting you to tell Gavin that you had an secret admirer. Just to see how he would react, that's what he wanted. Were you ashamed that you had an admirer? Or perhaps he had it wrong the necklace wasn't right for you. And to think you'd be up for something that had your birthstone on it. Or, maybe...Kamski worried at his lip as he pondered over your reasoning. You were a detective, perhaps you wanted to discover who sent you it by yourself. The corner of his mouth turned upwards at he came to this conclusion. Very well, if you wanted to play cat and mouse then he'd play along. But be warned, he intended to be the one coming out on top. All you had to do was follow the bread crumbs.

Okay, now things were getting really weird. You thought a few days later as yet another box appeared on your desk. This one smaller than the previous one. Who was sending you these? And did they have the right person? Placing your files down you open up this box. A small, folded piece of paper sits on top of a pair of crystal earrings. Placing the box down you unfold the paper. It reads: Dear Y/N. I know you must be so confused as to who is sending you these gifts. Well, wonder no more. If you are truly curious as to who I am come to this location at 10 PM tonight. And please, come alone, I mean you know harm. Sincerely your Admirer. Now, this was fucking weird. Who was doing this? Looking the paper over you look around once more. Half expecting the person who is leaving these to be around, waiting for you to find them. But, there is no one here, not even Gavin .But surely no harm could come from doing as the note says, right? Shrugging your shoulders you pocket the box and glance at the clock. It's close to nine now, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to go there now? After all you knew you wouldn't be able to work on your paperwork with this on your mind.

Things are going according to plan. Kamski can't keep the shit eating smile from his face as he watches you leave the station. He knew you thought that nothing was going to happen, at least nothing bad. But little did you know that he had Chloe herself waiting in the shadows for you, ready to drag you into his sleek black vehicle to bring you to him. All he had to do was wait.

And wait he did, watching through the security cameras that overlooked the park, seeing you had arrived and were waiting for him. Just like you should be, leaning forward he watched as you milled around the park. He could see why his brother was interested in you. You were beautiful beyond anything he'd ever seen before. Someone like his uncouth brother could never truly appreciate someone like you. You deserved the best the world had to offer, and he could very well offer you that. While Gavin...well, all he could offer you was some probably the cheapest thing a thick-skulled brute could find with his lower intelligence. Didn't you realise you were just a toy to him? Before he could dwell on his dark thoughts he spotted Chloe coming up behind you. And before you could react the blonde android wrapped an arm around you. Squeezing until you collapsed from lack of oxygen.

Things were falling into place, he thought as he leaned back in his chair as he watched as Chloe piled you into the car before driving off. Kamski was feeling like a little kid at Christmas who knew he had just got what he wanted. Getting up from his seat he turned to the other to Chloe androids and ordered them to prepare one of the guest rooms for you. Watching as they walked off he turned back to the screen. He would need to prepare the proper greeting for you now wouldn't he? You were no doubt famished from your long day of work. He would prepare the most exquisite meal you had ever had in your life.

Yet another time skip 

How long had you been out? You thought as you slowly began to rouse, opening your eyes you realised...this wasn't your bedroom..."The hell..." You mutter, propping yourself on your elbows, and looked around. Where in the seven hells were you? Feeling panic grip you, you looked around the room once more, trying to find something, anything to indicate where you were. But saw nothing. THat is until the doors swung open, and in walked the most attractive woman you'd ever seen, or, you guessed as you spotted the LED. The most gorgeous android you'd ever seen. She seemed harmless enough as she gave you a friendly smile. "I see that you are awake." She said. "That's good, Mister Kamski has been waiting eagerly to meet you." Wait, Kamski the Kamski? What the hell was going on?! You thought, however as you fought to get over your shock the blonde android walked past you to the closet behind you. "He had invited you to dinner," she says, not seeming to care that if your listening or not.

"It would be rude if you went dressed in those..." She looks you over, before giving you a small smile. "Well, the clothes you have on are nice...I guess. But not something you'd want to wear to dinner." As she says this she pulls out the most beautiful dark blue dress you had ever seen before placing it gently on the bed. Shocked you move to the dress and gingerly pick it up, seeing it shimmer in the light as you run your hand down the dress, it's soft, and no doubt above your pay grade. However before you can think of it anymore Chloe places a pair of silver shoes beside it, and, dear god above she even brings out a pair of lacy undergarments. Apparently Mr Kamski wanted you to go all out for this dinner What the hell did he want with you anyway? "Do you need me to help you get dressed?" Chloe asks you. And you tense up, android or not if she puts a hand on you..."No," You said. "I'm fine." Nodding the android leaves you to get dressed.

Once you have dressed you step out of the room. Only to find Chloe waiting for you. A smile breaks out across her face as she looks you over. "I must say you clean up pretty well, now if you follow me." She said, turning away from you, as you follow her eagerly, wanting to know why the creator of the androids himself wants to see you of all people. Feeling your heart thundering in you chest you watch as you reach a set of double doors, and into a large dining room, and there in the middle of the room is the man himself. A Cheshire grin on his face as he turns to face, the look seeming to turn predatory as he moves towards you.

"I must say you look absolutely ravishing." He tells you, circling around you as a tiger would and you can't help but feel a little nervous. Like you're in a room with a predator. And at this point you had wished you had brought your gun with you as his fingers trail up and down your bare arm, making you flinch. "I-is there some reason you've brought me here?" you ask. "Do you know who I am?" He askes you, still circling you. His eyes taking in every inch of you, once close enough he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales. Backing away from him you glare at him, as he, amused by your reaction, smirks. Like this is a game. And it is to him, to see how long you will  last before he breaks you. "No," you grumble. "I live under a rock."

"Actually from what my intel says you live in a shoddy one bedroom apartment. Near the edge of town." Your heart stops, why is he looking up info on you, why are you such a interest to him? Eyes narrowed you take a step back. "You're also a Detective of the DPD." Kamski continues. "And while we're at it you're also fucking  little brother." Wait, what? Your brow furrows as he says this. "Brother?" You question.

"Detective Gavin Reed. Sure you can see there is some resemblance, right? Detective Y/N?" "Bull shit, you're not brothers. Gavin is a-" " An Invalid? A snivelling twit who can't take responsibility for his actions? Someone who will be nothing more than a joke. Who does nothing but drag people down because of his stupidity." You're silent. "Did he never mention me?" Kamski tilts his head to the side. "Wouldn't be surprising, being the fuck up brother of one such as me. But, I did bring you here for that." He beckons you over to his computer. "I wish to show you something." Complying you move to where he is, standing behind him you look over his shoulder, your eyes widening when you see your file, your file open on the screen. "You see," Kamski says, looking over his shoulder at you.

"I know everything about you. Everything you've done as a beat cop years ago. To what you had done as  Detective. What I find interesting though." Kamski scrolls down, down to a certain part of your file. "Interesting that this isn't public knowledge, isn't it?" he askes you, as you feel your blood run cold. "What do you think would happened if this were to, I dunno, leak out to the public?" he asks, pushing his chair back and turns to face you. "If-if..." It seemed the fire in you had been extinguished for the time being, he had you right where he wanted you. Backed into a corner. "I can make this all go away. No one will ever find it, that is if you it that way?" he askes, placing a hand on your shoulders."Wh-what do you want from me?" you choke out. Your world could come crashing down if your secret came out, you'd lose everything. "What? No death threats, no lashing out?" Kamski cooed playfully, a malicious light in his eyes as he eased you into one of the seats. You don't resist as he does so.

“Wh-what do you want?” You ask him.

“You know I used to ask myself that very same question so very often. What does a man like me, who has everything want?” Kamski asks, turning away from you. “I used to think I had everything, until I saw you...”

Dread began to form in the pit of your stomach. What did you have to do with this? Kamski continued to pace around the room. “What do you mean?” you ask him.

He turns to you once more, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as he draws closer to you. “What don’t you have to do with this?” he asks you. “You’re everything I ever wanted in a lover.”

The word lover sends a chill through your entire body, making you grip the edge of the chair you were sitting in. “The hell do you mean?” you choke out, okay so this wasn’t going where you thought it would. Though where you though this conversation would be going was beyond you. 

“Surely I do not have to spell EVERYTHING out to you?” By now he’s getting frustrated with you, how could you be so oblivious to where this was going. “You are going to be mine.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him what exactly you thought of the situation, when he cut you off. “Before you reject the idea, let me warn you, you’re little secret, the one you so carefully covered up? Will go public, your career over, your life over! All you have to do is say yes.” He told you.

Feeling your throat tighten up you feel your life flash before your eyes, everything you’ve accomplished, gone just like that. Fighting the tears that were welling in your eyes you look up at him. 

“Fine, fine, if you would just make that go away-”

“Make it ‘go away’?” Kamski questions, arching an eyebrow at you as he straightens. “I’m not going to make this go away. In fact I’ll be keeping it, just in case you decide to defy me in some way. But, that’s enough chit chat, here’s one more thing I need for you to do.”

*****A Few Days Later*****

You felt like shit. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, you had called Gavin up and had told him to meet you here, telling him that you needed to talk to him about something. He had seemed unsure but after some convincing he had agreed to meet you here. And speak of the devil, there he was.

You felt your heart skip a beat when you spotted him getting out of his car and heading in your direction. Your heart sinking in your chest as you looked him over, sure, Gavin was an asshole who had no problem stepping on anyone's toes to get what he wanted, but you liked him. Which was going to make this harder for you.

“Hey, kid. You said you wanted to talk?” Gavin asked, taking a seat next to you.

Kid. Despite your relationship he still called you kid...you’d miss that.

“Y/N? You okay?” Gavin asked.

“I...I don’t think this is going to work out...”

Gavin arches an eyebrow, seeming confused about where this was going. “What do you mean?”

“You...and me it’s...it’s over.”

There you said it, it might not have been the most eloquent way to break it off with someone but it would work.

Silence fell between the two of you. Gavin seemed shocked. You were dumping him, out of the blue with no warning before hand. “I’m sorry, it almost sounds like-”

“Like I’m dumping you, that’s cause it does.” You say, as you move to stand up, to leave him. When he suddenly moves to follow, grabbing a hold of your hand, forcing you to stop.

“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” he asked, anger tinting his voice.

You hesitate.

“Is there someone else?”

You open your mouth, wanting to tell him why you were doing this. Wanting him to know why you were doing this, but hesitated. What could Gavin do? What could you do?

Prying your hand free you walk off, leaving Gavin to stand there fuming as he watches you leave the park.

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

Elijah felt a smile creep to his face as he watched as you pulled away from Gavin. His smile widening as he saw a look of anger and betrayal etched on his brothers face as you broke things off with him. 

Watching as you make your way towards his car he steps out, looking toward the park once more, hoping that Gavin would follow you out only to see you with him. Wouldn’t that be something?

“So,” his smile growing wider as you stop right in front of him. “How did it go?”

Your eyes narrow at him. Your right hand balling into a fist, you want nothing more than to strike him, wipe that smug smile off his face, and you are about to, when you sense movement behind you. Turning around you spot one of the Chloe’s standing behind you, hands clasped behind her back, waiting to stop you if you so much as try to strike out against Kamski.

“How do you think it went?” You growled, casting a glance to the park. Your heart skipping a beat when you spot Gavin exiting the park, and looking your way.

His eyes widening when he sees you there with Kamski, just as the man in question drapes an arm over your shoulders, smirking when he feels you tense as he leads you towards his car as Chloe moves to the driver seat. Your eyes never leaving Gavin’s a look of betrayal and anger etched on his face as he watches you and Kamski drive off, leaving him in the dust...

Edit: Yeah, this took way longer than I wanted, writers block. Also this in only part one of my Kamski x Reader fic, the next part will be way more smuttier.