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AGH I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT HEY, IT’S UP! This is for my 100 followers' event ‘Shuffle Play’ and if you have any requests, just submit them! How to request is in the link ‘updated bingo card!’ I hope y’all enjoy all of them, and I hope you guys love them just as much as I do! Don't be afraid to request, and thank you! This will be updated with each fic ♡

—𓆩[will they, won't they]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FIRST SPOT — FRIENDS TO LOVERS ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ You and Peter had a more… complicated friendship. Best friends since childhood and ever since then, you both have always danced around your feelings. You finally decide to drop your feelings for your best friend after he starts spending more time with Gwen Stacy and decided to go out on a date with one of the jocks from school and pull away from Peter, unbeknownst to you him, Gwen, and some more of your best friends are planning a giant date proposal for you.

—𓆩[on show]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SECOND SPOT — YANDERE ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ Finnick has always taken care of you, and he had shown that by murdering everyone that ever touched you and winning you over just as easily as you did him. The Quarter Quell has come, and he will never let anyone lay a hand on you again, and neither will you.

—𓆩[recharge]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 THIRD SPOT — PILLOW PRINCESS ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ You and Ethan were an odd couple, he was more introverted while you were always wanting to do something until your energy burnt out. When it did burn out though, there was always one thing that could fix it- or, one person; Ethan Landry.

—𓆩[something worse]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FOURTH SPOT — BREEDING KINK ♡ Tobias Eaton ❦ You and Four had been together since he chose Dauntless, especially because you were one of the Dauntless born pulled into training. You both had never put a label on your relationship because it never seemed right, but everyone knew that you both were a couple, except the newest tributes you both were training, no matter how obvious you both made it. It seems you both have to make it a little more obvious.

—𓆩[be jealous]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FIFTH SPOT — SOULMATE ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ If there was one thing that the Capitol wasn’t, it was kind. So when they input the law where soulmates cannot be put into the same game, you and Finnick have to come clean about your relationship in the Quarter Quell - even if it’s too late.

—𓆩[i'll be gentle]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SIXTH SPOT — VIRGIN ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ You were the first person Finnick actually fell in love with, his best friend. A survivor of one of the games after he was called into his own, winning by your skill of trapping and running, you were quickly a fan favorite and everyone had their eyes on you, even though your more ‘innocent’ mindset was still intact after the games. With everyone in District 13 eyeing you, including Gale, Finnick decides he has to show everyone who you belong to.

—𓆩[movie night]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SEVENTH SPOT — ENEMIES TO LOVERS ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ Ethan had a school boy crush on you - it was the best way to explain how he felt about you. He loved the nights of bickering during movie nights, but when he gets told that he needs to kill you because you’re going to get in the way, he can’t. You get shaken up and aren’t your normal self so he goes to check on you, and one thing leads to something he truly didn’t expect to happen.

—𓆩[so good, baby]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 EIGHTH SPOT — OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ Ethan wasn’t someone people thought would end up with you, but it didn’t stop you from getting him to fall for you, like it was hard. He never told you about his inexperience, but when you start teasing him during tutoring and bring him back to your house, he can’t really stop what he thinks will happen - not that he wants to.

—𓆩[we go down together]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 NINTH SPOT — WEDDING NIGHT ♡ Andrew Garfield ❦ Andrew promised you that he would make sure your wedding was perfect. He didn’t care how much it cost, where it would be, who was invited, as long as he was marrying you. Even then though, as much as he wanted to stick by the rules and not see you on the special day, he sneaks a peak and sees a small little surprise you had just for him.

—𓆩[my beautiful idiot]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TENTH SPOT — HIMBO ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ You and Peter have been best friends for what seemed like eternity, and has been in love with you for what seemed like forever, but he’s not going to give up — no matter how much it seems like you don’t like him back. The kid you babysit though that is way too old to be babysat disagrees though and tries to show him how much you were in love with him too.

—𓆩[cupid's arrow]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 ELEVENTH SPOT — OUT OF THEIR LEAGUE (repeat spot) ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ You were surprised when you found out that Peter fucking Parker was single, and you quickly fixed that. It was a surprise to everyone, especially him, when they found out you were interested in him - the head cheerleader and a physics nerd? Even then though, when a party occurs, and his friends get to know more about you and think you’re so fucking cool — a wasted Peter gets jealous of how much they have your attention.

—𓆩[red suit, red dress]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWELVTH SPOT — HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS ♡ Dylan O'Brien ❦ You and Dylan had been together since he was shooting YouTube videos, and even replaced Holland as Lydia in Teen Wolf after a family emergency, and had been his partner in every film he shot from American Assassin to Love and Monsters to The Outfit. Besides, who could have better chemistry with Dylan than you?

—𓆩[warmth]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 THIRTEENTH SPOT — SPOILED RICH READER ♡ Stiles Stilinski ❦ No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

—𓆩[the perfect virgin]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FOURTEENTH SPOT — MOMMY KINK ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ You were originally attracted to Ethan because he looked like a boy who had never been touched by a woman - ever. Your corruption kink was going haywire, and it was the main reason why you pursued him before you got way too attached to his stupid nerdy personality and his utter obliviousness to anything that has to do with sex, so you decide to put him to a… test of sorts.

—𓆩[men like him]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 FIFTEENTH SPOT — SPOILED RICH BOY ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ The biggest rule about a sugar daddy-baby relationship is that you can’t gain feelings, ever. Never fall in love. Finnick was the one to break that rule - not you, sadly, as much as he wanted you to - and since then, he’s been trying to get you to fall in love with him too. But obviously, as a sugar baby, you��re doing something right by hiding your true feelings from your sugar daddy who also has to be fine as hell.

—𓆩[secret admirer]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SIXTEENTH SPOT — DARK FIC ♡ Ethan Landry ❦ Ethan knew you were the perfect target whenever he met you. Oh you were perfect; beautiful,, sweet, funny, smart… but at the same time, so fucking stupid. He started sending you small things at first, your favorite candy and a CD with music that reminded him of you with a record player, but he needed more. He needed to make you know who he was, he needed you to love him. He couldn’t stay in the shadows anymore, and now that he’s finally sent you the biggest thing ever, he’s ready to reveal who he is - right after his first kill.

—𓆩[give me the word]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SIXTEENTH SPOT — CUM DUMP ♡ Jimmy Keene ❦ Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

—𓆩[six months]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 SEVENTEENTH SPOT — SUGAR MOMMY ♡ Spencer Reid ❦ Spencer truly didn’t know he was a sugar baby until Derek told him. At first, he just thought your love language was gift giving, but then Derek made an extremely good point, and that made him think. Was he just a sugar baby to you, or was it something more, like he wanted it to be?

—𓆩[full moon cove]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 EIGHTEENTH SPOT — FANTASY AU ♡ Finnick Odair ❦ Finnick always loved the water. It was his only escape from the life of the Crown Prince who just took over the Kingdom of Panem after the death of the previous ruler, Snow. The cove he went to was different, though, and it always felt like someone was watching him. He certainly didn’t expect it to be true, much less from a beautiful woman like you.

—𓆩[you missed a spot]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 NINETEENTH SPOT — MAID ♡ TASM! Peter Parker ❦ As soon as Peter graduated college with his degree, he was gone. No one appreciated him enough, so he was going to show them — all of them. After making billions with everything he made and keeping his alter ego a secret, the only thing he’s missing is someone to share his life with, but you quickly fill that whenever you come in applying for his maid job.

—𓆩[your majesty]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTIETH SPOT — BIMBO ♡ Eggsy Unwin ❦ Eggsy truly didn’t know how you were recruited into Kingsmen, but he wasn’t complaining. You helped him out a lot during training, but for fucks sake, were you blind to how Charlie and his friends looked at you? When you go missing, though, Eggsy has to save you. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t.

—𓆩[i love cherries]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-FIRST SPOT — GLORY HOLE ♡ College AU! Frat Boy! Dave Lizewski ❦ Dave wasn’t sure how he got into a fraternity, especially not one of the biggest at the university, but he went along with it. What he wasn’t prepared for was initiation, where everyone found out he was a virgin and were determined to make his first time something special.

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-SECOND SPOT — SUGAR DADDY ♡ Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader ❦ You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

—𓆩[surprise getaway]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-THIRD SPOT — FREE USE (HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS) ♡ Ethan Landry x Fem! High School Sweetheart! Reader ❦ Ethan loved you more than you could ever know, but the problem was he was trying to get himself to understand he could choose you over his family - someone who could give him a life of happiness and not murder. So when you surprise him with a trip to your cabin normally used for trips in the winter before you both go off to college, he finds out he could live a life with you he initially didn’t think was possible. And maybe, just maybe, he can get away from his family once and for all, and stay with you.

—𓆩[save a horse, ride a cowboy]𓆪— 𓆩♡𓆪 TWENTY-FOURTH SPOT — COWBOY ♡ Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader ❦ NON GHOSTFACE AU Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.

#asterias-record-shop #requests open #bingo #asterias record shop #asterias record shop bingo #shuffle play || asterias record shop #shuffle play #fanfic bingo

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pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882 · 5 days

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Caderousse and Albert for the character bingo? :3c

hello comc and drawfee mutual!

ok im ab to say smth that may not make sense if you didnt follow one of my quests [the comc 19th cen. fanfic quest (i read a couple of comc fan sequels from the 19th cen. {they werent very good})] and in these fan sequels he is criminally underutilized!!!! bc he ends the real book when he is BEGINNING a character arc! he is on a quest to restore his family honor and make a new life! and i think the book ended at a good spot im not saying it should have followed him further but! if! you are writing a fan sequel, hes the only one who has an actual trajectory[spelling?] to follow and they! do! nothing! with him!

i love how we are introduced to him as like. a frat boy/spoiled rich kid and slowly it is revealed he has like actually many good qualities. this frat boy has a moral backbone! that doesnt always line up w what is socially expected of him like in the duel! or even what i expect of him like when he first finds out ab his dad's war crimes and he decides to cover it up but is also absolutely devasted i cant articulate it but that was a really interesting moment for me

i had an answer to this one but now i cant explain it. he really is just a silly guy! hes not interesting bc of any hidden issues to brood over or his dynamic w the count, hes interestong bc hes a rich frat boy who apparently has moral integrity!

and by fans i mean the aforementioned 19th cen fic writers and also some adaptations. i never think ab how much i love albert until i am deprived of him then i start screaming for him to get more screentime.

i think he would enjoy being a purse dog

when my mom was reading comc and she was fairly early into it she said "i hope they dont have albert and haydee have a ~thing~ going on just to cause drama" which i must say is a thought that absolutely never would have occured. to me.

hes just a silly lil guy!

and now caderousse:

i just like it when charcters have a signature accessory. the red kerchief is a look!

i like how different he is from the rest of the haterz clubtm. bc he straight up didnt want to do that! he just wanted to complain and drink! but danglars and fernand went wild w it. he even wanted to come forward afterward but danglars threatened him! i just think its neat that everyone else in the haterz clubtm seal their fate here except caderousse, who gets locked into the vengeance much later when he kills that jeweler*. edmond was straight up going to forgive him/give him a second chance and massive diamond for providing exposition. gaspard you fumbled the bag!

i get why he tends to be cut, hes not as integral or dramatic a part of the vengeange as the rest of the haterz clubtm but if you dont have ONE then whats even the point

idk im just kinda curious ab him. especially his past w benedetto!

*or maybe didnt kill that jeweler i love how ambiguous it is on who killed who in that scene very interesting [and also i love how the intro sets up what each of the haterz clubtm's fatal flaw will be, and caderousse is greedy yes, but also he is completely spineless!! if danglars says keep your mouth shut, you do it! if your wife says lets kill this guy, you do it! if benedetto says it'd be super easy to rob this place, do it! my guy, stand up please!!!! my mom said "he should be on america's dumbest criminals but for france" i cant disagree.

well yeah

the red kerchief is a look! is it a good look? who's to say...

he's a lil cringfail baby kitty cat who cant do anything right<3

#ive escaped prison and i bring you this answered ask #been thinking ab comc a lot lately since theres two adaptations coming out this year #i hope at least one of them is good #the count of monte cristo #askbox games #pizza talk

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mybworlds · 2 months

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CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Tim Rockford x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Tim Rockford usually works alone and has a bad temper, one day after another woman was found dead he started to believe there's a serial killer around, maybe a useful help will come from an aspiring mystery writer.

Series warnings: use of you, violence graphic, slow burn, angst, fluff, mutual pining, eventual smut (18+ MDNI).

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Summer, Austin, TX

That day it was hot as hell, Tim Rockford looked towards the bridge and then he observed the trees surrounding it, he stuck a cigarette between his lips without lighting it. The ground at that point was damn dry, it would have been difficult to spot any footprints. He approached the victim again, her gaze, those wide eyes caused him an unknown shiver that reverberated down his spine. She was not his first case, she was not the first victim, but somehow he felt like a fucking newbie.

"Hey boss," the young recruit who had been called to join him a few months before greeted him.

"'morning," he returned the greeting.

"That's awful, whatcha think?" he asked observing his boss.

"Dunno yet." he replied scratching his chin and taking the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in the pack "Found anythin' 'bout her?" he asked kneeling next to the victim.

"Her name was Alicia McNail, 23. She lived in Austin since a couple of months, she moved from Nevada to study architecture," he started to share informations about her, but Tim wasn't listening anymore. He observed her fingernails and he noticed mug on victim's chaps.

"What d' ya see?" Tim asked to the young boy who was holding his little notebook in his hands.

"Uhm, maybe--" he looked at the young man next to him, he shook his head noticing that the boy didn't even know where to look.

"You're as useful as intelligent!" he blurted out impatiently.

"Sorry, boss, but don't know where--" he started shaking his hands.

"'S there somethin' that should not be here?" he asked directing the recruit's attention.

"Yeah, well-- she's half naked,” Tim nodded "her hair is a mess and full of mud,"

"Bingo!" Rockford exclaimed "Which means?" he asked again.

"She was killed somewhere else." the boy replied.

"Right!" Rockford exclaimed again, pointing a finger at the young man. “And, what else?”

"Drag marks are missing."

"Yeah, bu' she may've been dumped here." Rockford suggested.

"Correct, but there's no tire marks or signs that someone left her here." the other replied.

"So, what d' ya hypothesize?" Tim asked again.

"Dunno, boss. It looks like she was dumped here from-- uhm a ghost. It scares me to death." the young man added with a sigh and a contrite expression.

Tim looked at the young man who really had a scared expression, he decided not to say anything else "Have the forensics take photos, tell 'em I want photos of the ground, of the place, anything. Any detail, even the most insignificant one. If necessary also photos of the river water!" he ordered, turning his back on the victim and approaching his car, he opened the door and entered.

Then he left the crime scene, he had to drink. He concentrated more when he indulged in a few glasses of scotch or whiskey.

The ice cubes touched the officer's teeth, and that's when Tim remembered another detail: the victim's broken teeth. Her body was covered in mud, there were even traces in her hair, her nails and teeth were broken, but there was something that clashed with the violent image that Tim had before his eyes.

What was that?

He walked back and forth in front of the evidence board, what was he missing?

The photos of all the previous victims were there, their glassy eyes seemed to stare at him, there were unfortunately so many things in common between them: age, sex, the mug in their hair, all of them had been found half-naked, there were no footprints on their bodies, no footprints around their bodies. The ground then in those days was particularly dry, which did not help the investigation.

"Fuck!" he blurted out.

Someone knocked on the door, "YES?!" almost screamed Rockford turning suddenly toward the door that opened a few seconds later. It was that pain in the ass from the morning again "Boss," he said as he walked in, "there's a phone call for you, apparently there's a person who will be assist you for the next few days." he informed him in a trembling voice.

Tim rolled his eyes and huffed "Who the fuck is he?" he asked unceremoniously.

"Dunno, apparently she's a young journalist or something who…"

Tim dismissed him by moving a hand as if to tell him to leave him alone and the young man obeyed, when Rockford did that it was better to leave him alone. The Detective didn't give a damn who would come, even the Pope could have come at that moment he wouldn't have cared. He had this bloody horrible case on his hands and he couldn't get his head around it, it was driving him crazy.

You had been writing since you were a little girl, first writing on pen and paper and always leaving around the house your notebooks on which you delighted in telling the most different stories. Your parents had noticed from an early age this predilection of yours and this marked imagination to the point of pushing you to attend courses, masters and whatever else just to help you achieve that goal and make your dream come true.

Unfortunately, however, your dreams had collided with reality, in fact, everywhere you turned you found dozens and dozens of aspiring writers and therefore in the end no one was really interested in publishing your novels since they were defined as already read or not interesting enough or still too far from reality. Fantasy or romance novels were no longer going the way they were a few years ago, people wanted to read something real, according to the many possible publishers you had relied on to publish your work. As the years went by you were getting more and more desperate because you wanted to write, you had the need to write, but no one seemed to want to listen to you. You were about to give up when your father proposed what you had always refused which was to introduce you to a friend of his who worked in certain offices in police departments and whom your father had called a big shot, a guy named Craig Parker.

You had always hated recommendations, but then you told yourself that deep down your father just wants you to meet this man who will probably share some data just so he can make you draw from reality and make your stories more authentic. You told yourself and repeated to yourself as you walked into the police offices and looked around as if you were a thief about to be caught stealing. You looked around, but no one seemed to pay attention to you, you saw two officers behind a desk on the phone, two were making photocopies, another was making coffee, yet another looked scared and contrite, then there were several offices with closed doors. You approached the younger policeman who, as soon as he heard you approach him, almost jerked out of his chair, you smiled at him with a sorry look and reassured him about your intentions.

You still smile at the memory of that day and the first meeting you had with Agent Paul Hancock.

"I'm here to see Commander Craig Parker," you said as you looked the young man in the face.

"Y - yes, um, it's that way. Shall - shall I take you there?" the young man asked as he got up from his chair and before you could answer, he led you down some corridors filled with offices from which you could hear the phone ringing in the distance.

"Here." he said as he knocked on a door on which was written "Commander C. Parker," a deep voice invited the officer to enter, which the young man immediately did, you heard him introduce himself and then leave the room, "Go in," he said with a polite wave of his hand.

"Thank you." you said with a nod and a shy smile and then entered.

The man in front of you was a big man of almost 6 feet, dark skin, black eyes, graying hair, and a strong physique.

You remember feeling a great sense of fascination at standing in front of the man who certainly knew your father and who knows maybe he knew you as well or by name or maybe who knows maybe you had even met when you were little.

"'Morning," You said shyly with a small smile.

The big man smiled at you, revealing very white teeth and almost assuming a funny expression.

"Please, have a seat," he said, pointing to a chair in front of his desk; you agreed to sit down. You still remember the uneasy feeling you felt at being seated in that chair, you even remember the sweat beaded your forehead. You swallowed uncertain about what to say.

You looked around and observed the countless certificates posted on his wall, the dozens of pieces of paperwork stacked on the furniture behind him, then went back to observing the man standing there with his hands crossed and looking serene. You lowered your gaze and cleared your throat, the man finally understood your discomfort because he decided to add, "I knew your father since college, we were great friends. Y' know, we always kept in touch. Your father is a sincere, good man to whom I owe so much." he confided making you look up "When he asked me to help his daughter, well," he just spread his arms wide "how could I say no?" he smiled at you and you weakly returned that smile.

"Um, is it…legal what…?" you began to ask, unsure about the words to use. You were still talking to a Commander!

"Let's say you'd technically be here as a consultant, or something like that," he answered your question.

You furrowed your brow, "Um, but isn't a consultant someone who specializes in helping you police to solve crimes, frauds or whatever?"

"Yeah, but for your father and therefore for his daughter, we're going to pretend that you're," you were about to ask him if he could do that, if it was within his power, but again he was the one who anticipated your question you were about to ask, "of course it's something that'll remain between me, you and the man you're going to assist who obviously needs to know who you are,"

"Of course, yes."

It was obvious, you were just there to draw on the reality of the facts, to get insights to be able to write about, not to really solve cases.

"Obviously anything you hear or see, keep it to yourself, and of course if one day, when you write, it occurs to you to mention these events, be as discreet as you can be." you nodded "Got it?"

"Yes." you replied in a low voice.

What are you getting into?

"Well, now d' you want to meet the man you're going to assist?" he asked as he got up from his chair revealing himself again in his impressiveness, you also got up from your chair and with a nod he invited you to follow him. Behind him you felt so little, his footsteps echoed down the hallway, when you thought he was going to lead you to a basement or something, he stopped in front of a glass door, behind it was a man walking back and forth across the room. He had broad shoulders, dark hair, an angular nose, and chewed the bar line of glasses.

The Commander knocked a couple of times and then entered, you politely waited outside, the door was open and technically you could enter considering they were talking about you, but you just stood there shaking hands, the only thing you heard clearly, beyond Parker's introduction of you, was the annoyed and rancorous tone of the other man in the room who gave you a piercing head-to-toe look that made you duck your head and the words, "Don't need she playing Nancy Drew next to me."

You'd have laughed if he wasn't talking about you, but since he'd given you that nickname at first glance you were hurt, only later you'd take it as a compliment, but much later.

#tim rockford #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x you #tim rockford fanfiction #tim rockford ff #tim rockford x f!reader #tim rockford x female reader #merge mansion #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal as tim rockford #pedro fanfic #pedro pascal #pedrostories

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pup-pee · 7 months

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*presents u my dick grayson hcs like ur @ my garage sale* (dick hcs #1?)

♡ this

♡ hes a passenger princess(no this is cannon whoopsie)

♡ dick is like the first girl 2 b killed in a slaughter movie, but just as a 27-ish yr old adult man

♡ draws on a beauty mark in a different spot everytime & gaslights any1 who asks about it -"hey wasnt ur beauty mark under ur other eye?" -"idk i cant see my own face"

♡ hes always losing his hairties bc he keeps shooting them @ ppl -& rubberbands 4 that matter

♡ we dont talk about the skin grip example -it involves a lot of falling & a lot of crashing -if ykyk

♡ dick usually has a twix in his pocket, but in order 2 get it u have 2 guess if its a left or right twix -he also respectfully keeps the left twin in his left pocket & the right twix in the right pocket

♡ he never believed in santa claus but is terrified that watermelon will grow inside him if he swallows the seeds

♡ not rlly a hc but hes vry mcdonals girl toy coded

♡ says "fuck it we ball" b4 jumping in2 a drug ring

♡ the hardest hes laughed in a while was @ a bucket falling over

♡ "masculine but in a peacock way" quotes,,,,,

♡ makes hot chocolate in a pot -refuses 2 make it in a mug it HAS 2 b done on the stove or its not the same

♡ knows how to do his make-up but doesnt know the name of the product he uses -foundation? no thats just my face paint

♡ if u ask him 2 draw, hell say "i cant even draw a straight line!"

♡ dick; *pulls out sticker sheet* *puts mlp sticker some1s face*

♡ swallowed grapes/blue berries whole as a kid bc he didnt know better -didnt chew them*

♡ dicks fav turtle is leo

♡ fixates on tinkering w/his bits & bots

♡ wears crocs -"y do u wear crocs?" -dick; kicks in their direction so the croc hits theyre face

♡ eyeballs measurements(like cooking) -until it comes 2 clothes, then its ultra mega super duper whopper popper deluxe edition focus

♡ h8s grippy socks -the textures weird + attracts halys hair(as if all socks wouldnt but-) -prolly h8s socks in gen

♡ had 2 have snorted pixie stick as a kid -i am such a believer that every kid has done this so he will 2 -as a dare @ LEAST

♡ when hes angry he plops 1 of those sweet cough drops in his mouth 2 chew on just so that he doesnt go off -any hard candy works 2 -he needs 1 of those chewie chewables

♡ biting/chewing hcs bc it needs a separate category @ this point -keeps chewing on earbuds -h8s biting his nails actually -no pen or pencil or eraser is safe -loves biting but h8s when his food is 2 chewy/has 2 bite harder than usual -has more than 1nce caught himself about 2 chew on electrical wire -bites ppl he loves 2 show appreciation/love nom -(i will defend this goddamn hc till the day i die)

♡ pizza bagels -if ur confused, come see me after class

♡ titans have basically banned horror movies from movie nights bc dick would complain about the gore/physics/traps/mo/literally anything 'inaccurate' -"dick its just a movie" "U DONT UNDERSTAND."

♡ has the most social media followers out of batfam but only posts 1nce a month(sometimes not) -its just a picture of his half eaten cereal captioned "beautiful day today"

♡ titians walked in on him doing a backbend & thought some1 murdered him(not 4 vry long though cause oviously he was alive i just like the thought of some1 like roy when he 1st joined the team walking in & doing the most dramatic gasp ever)

♡ listen, i like contortionist dick -its fun & silly

♡ takes 'cringe' as a compliment

♡ "ur mature 4 ur age!" dick; "let me fix that real quick"

♡ hair grows vry quickly

♡ h8s functioning labels(i mean we all should but yk)

♡ skilled in bingo

♡ over buys treats 4 haly -& toys

♡ insane internal clock -kinda ties in; tells ppl specific times -"meet me @ 2;37 pm" as an example

♡ comic sans enjoyer(literally stole from ttg but shhhhhh)

♡ more invested in presidential gay love affairs than WW1 or 2

♡ hes about yay high

♡ hyperfixates on languages istg

i literally could go on 4ever bc my brain is that highway in germany but i wont i regret nothing

pt 2 <- if i make 1 lol

#the amount of times i wanted 2 write “y? bc i say so” after a hc was crazy #my worst fear is that i make hcs off of a hc'd dick from another hc'd that was based off ao3 from some1 whos never read the comics #dyinf on the biting hc hill #dick grayson #dc #puppee hcs

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aw-shizz-here-we-go-again · 19 days

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•|| On the Hunt ||• (Mermay 2024)

Prompt 2: On the Hunt

Featuring: Killer!

Ships: None.

Summary: Hunting down a fish.

Warnings: Fish-slaughter

Credits: Leviathantale and the Mermay Bingo I'm using are both by @skumhuu!

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It was quiet, almost peaceful, even. Sunlight filtered through the surface of the water with ease, glimmering upon a hundred thousand scales in a large school of fish.

One fish in particular seemed to almost glow brighter than the others under the influence of the sun's rays; its pride of the little shiny silver plates that decorated its body showed as it flicked its tail in an almost flaunting manner.

A cascade of bubbles suddenly washed over the fish as all of the other fish in its school abruptly darted away, leaving the one confused.

Why did the others swim away so quickly? What happened? What scared them...?

The water now felt colder, and the once peaceful silence now just felt... creepy. The fish couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

It spun around in a circle, trying to figure out what was wrong, and--

Oh.

Two empty black abysses stared back. Followed by a face. And a large shark tail.

The fish whipped around and fled, frantically swishing its own tail in an attempt to get away. It could feel a disturbance in the water as the monstrous beast gave chase.

Faster, faster, and faster the little fish swam, but its shining scales were like a beacon for the hunter to go after. Behind rocks, in seaweed clumps, even trying to blend into other schools of fish were all useless as the shark relentlessly pursued his prey.

He could almost hear the fish's pounding soul as it attempted to escape, but to no avail.

Maybe if the fish had swam just a little faster. Maybe if it had taken more sudden turns, or if it hid in better spots... maybe it would have lived.

But with a burst of speed and a snap of his jaws, it was all over. The fish had lost the race for its life.

Killer returned back to the trenches later, carrying his catch proudly in his mouth. It had been a fast little fucker who led him on a wild goose chase to catch it, but it was worth it!

As he set it down into the kill pile, he found that one of the fish's larger scales had gotten stuck between his teeth. He plucked it out, and he almost threw it away before he hesitated for a moment.

The scale truly was beautiful, all shiny and silver... maybe he should keep it to remember.

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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Going to unpack this mystery. Hopefully it will start to make more sense as we move deeper into the Labyrinth.

Oh cool, Vivia's spiritual awareness allows him to retain his knowledge within the Labyrinth. That means he probably will remember our conversation. He'll know exactly what happened when somebody dies.

Awkward.

If we see weird spirit phantoms of Fubuki and Vivia, we'll know Yakou did it. The phantoms always take the form of people who are obstructing the truth of the case. If our fellow Master Detectives are in here, then they're hiding something about Yakou.

Yomi, I fully expect to see here. His determination to close the case with little regard for accuracy is definitely obstructing.

Okay, our first question is....

Blank. Our first question is blank. There is no question.

Y'know what? Sure. Given what a gigantic WTF this case has been thus far, that makes sense.

That fits, actually. Most cases, we go in and begin looking for answers. But much of this case has been spent wandering in the dark trying to figure out what the questions even are. Before we could find what we don't know, we had to figure out what we don't know.

It naturally follows that before we begin to answer questions, we must first decide what questions to even answer.

This is where we're starting? It's a good place to start. The Most Locked-est Room Ever presents a great deal of question marks to be unwrapped.

It's either Jawline or Yakou. We shouldn't settle on an answer just because it feels right.

Amaterasu insider who was selling company secrets with Huesca either hired Jawline or is Jawline. We don't even know for certain that Fink the Slaughter Artist ever set foot on the premises. The details don't quite match his M.O.

There's some doubt. I think the Fink Knife we found with Yakou was bloodless. But I'm not 100% on that one. We don't have a picture of it in our Solution Keys, so I may have misinterpreted that detail.

Okay, I know Kodaka likes to reference various pieces of popular anime and video games, but that is shamelessly Sephiroth. Not even subtle about it.

So, first challenge of the Labyrinth: Did Yuma kill Dr. Huesca?

Uh. No.

Somebody was in the lab. There is no question about that. The killer knocked Ama Pal over, leaving a shoeprint on its head, so they could get out without being spotted by Ama-Pal's camera.

They then ???. I thought before that they concealed themselves behind the heavy security door. But now I think they sprinted all the way down the hall and threw themselves into an airlock decontamination vent. You can't use it to travel but you can use it to hide.

They remained in there while Yomi and his crew entered the lab. Then, once the coast was clear, snuck out and ran into....

Either they were Jawline and they ran into Yakou or they were Yakou and they ran into Jawline.

Bingo. I thought it seemed like an awfully long jog to make without being seen, but Ama-Pal is so slow that I suppose it would be possible.

That explains how they got out, but not in.

The biggest unsolved question mark is being asked outright. Okay. I do not know the answer, but none of these seem right either. How. Ever.

Okay. So.

"Deactivated security by cutting power." Nope. That's impossible. Inner lab is on its own power grid. The blackout wouldn't have done that.

"Invited in by Doctor." What, to die? Huesca was paranoid that someone was out to get him, specifically someone shady. Absolutely not. Plus, the security log says he never deactivated the system in 90 days.

"Never entered in the first place." That. Seems. What? We just proved he was in the lab.

This is an impossible choice. But I'm going to go with "Never entered". It feels the least wrong. If that makes sense.

I have no idea where Yuma is going with this. Unless we're splitting hairs between Jawline and Yakou, and this is an elaborate way of saying Yakou did it. I dunno.

That is not what Yuma's saying.

...that better not be what Yuma's saying. Walk with me to this pier. The doctor killed himself. Then he kicked over Ama-Pal. Then he hid in the decontamination chamber. A perfect solution!

Oh, is that what we're doing? Not picking the answer that's right but proving why each of the available options is wrong? That makes way more sense.

...or did I simply make bad choices?

No, I do not know why Zeus is flashing us. I can't think about that right now.

Super hard to do that to yourself.

But even harder to posthumously assault the next person who comes through that door.

So that leaves us with "Deactivated security by cutting power" which is wrong and "Invited in by doctor" which is wrong.

Let's try the Deactivated Security door.

No, he did not. Separate power grid. Lab's security system was unaffected by the blackout.

There was a blackout. Jawline was down in the electrical room setting that up. He killed the main power, forcing the system to rely on backup power for a while. But to what end, we have no idea, because it didn't help anyone access the inner lab.

By process of elimination, this means Huesca must have invited the killer into the lab! Except a) he wouldn't, b) he didn't, and c) what?

Not without killing the security measures via the shutoff switch, he wouldn't.

The security measures that haven't been killed in 90 days. If Huesca invited someone in, they would have been gassed, electrocuted, and died. Though Huesca wanted to see that happen so maybe he would, just for funsies.

BZZAT All three answers are as wrong as they appeared to be! Nothing is possible! Of what we have here, anyway.

We have no idea how the killer entered. But we have a highly comprehensive understanding of how they didn't. Too bad we're playing prosecution, not defense.

What do we have this time? It's not the blackout. It's not the shutoff switch. And it's not a suicide. The killer got in somehow.

He had no way to disable security, which only fuels my theory that he didn't. He got gassed and now he's dying. In a room full of his colleagues, while Halara tries to give him CPR.

What. How. What. That's not a thing you can do. Spectral Projection doesn't allow you to touch, be heard, or possess bodies.

Also, if the killer (which in this case would be Vivia) could somehow enter via Spectral Projection, why wouldn't they leave the same way?

...well, not necessarily true that it would be Vivia. Yakou might be able to project too, given that weird moment where he talked to us. This still feels... weird, though. It violates the established rules of Spectral Projection. It wouldn't be possible.

Right. The reason this seemed entirely out-of-left-field IMPOSSIBLE is because it's incredibly super-impossible. This was a crack theory and I have no idea why the Labyrinth chucked it at us.

Also, Huesca clearly saw his assailant in the room with him. Ama-Pal felt the assailant exit. There was nothing ghosty about this.

The problem is that we're trying to figure out how the killer beat the traps. But he didn't. He's dying from them as we speak.

...at least in theory. I still don't know how Yakou or Jawline would have made it past the panel room.

It has to be Yakou. The true answer isn't manifesting because, subconsciously, Yuma doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to follow that thread to where it leads.

Whoever walked through the gas chamber would be dying right now.

Only someone with access to Fubuki can beat the panel room. She was with us when the murder happened. But maybe she helped Yakou crack it beforehand, then hung around and waited for us to create an alibi.

...but that still doesn't work, because Yakou went the opposite direction from the inner lab when we split up. He had no way to pass by us. That's the fatal flaw in the Yakou Did It theory, which we still haven't answered.

It makes more sense than not that Yakou killed Huesca but it doesn't seem possible.

And then, only using Fubuki's rewind ability. The panel room fries Ama-Pal if it steps on the wrong panel so it's hardly better than going in person.

But Robot Researcher only had one functioning Ama-Pal, and that's the one we used. Whoever used Ama-Pal would need to have learned the trick in adv--

Wait a second. Tick tick tick oh. Robot Researcher can't be Jawline, but he could be Jawline's client. If he's Huesca's co-conspirator then that might explain his intense vitriol.

The reason all of the Ama-Pals aren't functioning could be that Robot Researcher used them to brute-force the panel room passcode. Then passed that information along to Jawline when putting out the hit.

Our one functioning Ama-Pal is simply the one that finally found the right combination.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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currenthyperfixationcherik · 1 year

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With love to an X.

Cherik bingo fill: Angel Salvadore.

Out of everyone in that unusual team of theirs, Erik never expected Angel to be so… caring?

He has seen her fight, she is brutal, restless, determined, and not this soft. There are no other words to describe her behavior for the last week, just soft.

She was acting weird since they came from Cuba, he killed their former leader and saw him accidentally shoot Charl- was she afraid? Of him? No, he discarded that thought immediately, yesterday she called him a bitch because he complained about the water not being hot enough. But the first day she made a little extra dinner for him and said something about chocolate being a cure for something.

Later in the week, when Azazel and her went out for groceries, she bought a little cake for him and she said las penas con pan son buenas as she winked at him, and even if he knew spanish, he had no idea what she meant, but whatever was happening had him thinking a lot for the last few days.

He was deep in thought when she entered his room.

"Erik, come here, I’ve got something for you." Erik, curious about what she was doing now, nodded and followed her, wondering what she had to show him. Angel had a collection of silly rom-coms and handed them to him. "Choose one, we are watching one of these tonight." Erik hated them, "These are all terrible, why would I want to?" he examined them as he talked. “Because we are gonna make fun of them. So choose one.” Erik was confused, but grabbed one and handed it to her. “Good choice, now go get something to eat while I set this up.” Erik decided to just go with it, she had already planned the evening, apparently.

He did have a good time making fun of the movie, Angel was snarky and he laughed almost the whole time. Erik didn’t yet understand what was happening, but it made him forget some of his problems at least for the night. After the movie ended, they got everything clean and went to their bedrooms. Before entering her room, Angel just turned to him and said “Hey, you and I got some talking to do later.” And closed her door. Erik was more confused now.

“Is Angel in love with me?” He asked Raven and she rolled her eyes. “Why would I know?” Raven saw a genuine need for guidance in him, so she just sighed. “Look, Erik, she’s a very straightforward person, ask her when she comes to talk to you.”

Erik was terrified, how was he supposed to reject someone that is a very good addition to the team? She is beautiful for sure, but Erik is not interested and he won’t date someone for the sake of their ego-heart-whatever. He didn’t sleep very well that night.

Early in the morning, Erik went to their kitchen looking for something to drink.

Angel was already there making breakfast, as soon as Erik stepped in, she turned around to see who was entering and saw him. “Oh my god,” She seemed worried, “we do need to talk because you look like shit,” Angel said in an urgent and caring tone. She took his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.

“We are going to my room now,” Erik just followed her, nervous and completely lost. “Okay Erik, take a seat,” she patted a spot next to her in her bed as soon as they both got in. “We are talking about our feelings today.” She said and Erik immediately began to shake his head “No, Angel, I’m sorry but I don’t-” Angel threw him a pillow. “Hey, no, you don’t get to run away from your feelings!” She got up quickly as she said it.

Angel walked up to him and looked him in the eyes, “Look, Erik. I know breakups are hard, especially dramatic ones like the one you just had with Charles, but not letting yourself feel-” Erik frowns and interrupts her, “Break up? Break up with Charles? What are you talking about?” Angel rolls her eyes and lets out an exasperated groan, “You don’t get to play dumb with me. I saw the looks you gave to each other, I heard how you talked to him, and whatever happened on the beach… Like, come on Erik.”

Erik wasn’t expecting this. He did have a certain preference for Charles but that was because he saved him, the road trip, the training, and… well, everything else.

“No, seriously, we didn’t- We weren’t…” Erik was getting nervous for no apparent reason. Well, there was a reason. He started to feel like he was connecting some dots. “Erik I saw you, you looked at him like he was the most beautiful thing on earth. When you two recruited me, like, you were in a room full of almost naked women and you stared at each other all the time, do not tell me you didn’t break up.” Erik sighed, “I don’t know what you saw, but that wasn’t it.” Angel stared for a moment and sighed. “So you are telling me I pulled my break-up emergency plan for nothing… Great.” The sarcastic tone almost made Erik laugh, “Well, enjoy the Ice cream I bought for you, it’s in the freezer.” Angel said while rushing Erik out the door. As he got out, he wondered why did she immediately believed Charles and him were together.

Late at night, Erik went to the freezer and got his ice cream, he took two spoons and went to Angel’s room. She opened it as soon as he knocked on her door, “What is it?” Erik had a strange look on his face. “Wanna share?” She looked at the ice cream and then back at him. “Come in.” He stepped in and went to sit down on Angel’s bed. “So, why are you here?” Erik gave her a spoon and avoided her gaze, “You made an effort to make me feel better for something you thought was hurting me. Take this as my thanks to you.” Angel snorted. “That doesn’t change the fact that you stared at him like you would jump and kiss him at any second.” Erik’s face went all red “That’s not what-” Erik was about to keep protesting, but he let it go. “Whatever.” Their night was filled with mindless and somehow comforting talk.

After that, when Erik was alone in bed, he thought about it. Charles, Cuba, the things he did and the things he said. He won’t admit it, but he did feel bad when he and Charles parted ways. He had a heavy heart and he regretted what happened between him and Charles. Maybe it was like a breakup in a way. Erik will ignore the pain that creeps up every time he thinks about it.

Erik is now crying silently, but even if he wakes up looking restless, he won’t admit that perhaps… There was love for Charles, buried deep down in his heart.

Bingo masterpost here!

#cherik #cherik fanfic #cherik bingo #cherik bingo 2023 #charles x erik #charles xavier #erik lensherr #professor x #magneto #magneto x professor x #pequenhy8 writes

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moobloom-mention · 1 year

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Heart-To-Heart (What Heart?)

BINGO Post

It's said you can feel your soulmate's heartbeat. In the quietest of moments, when you're completely alone, during your darkest times.

Char A wants to believe there's someone out there for them. That there is a light at the very end of the tunnel.

If there isn't...then what really is the point?

Tommy's not that butt-hurt he doesn't have a soulmate. After all, who needs the comforting knowledge that there's someone out there meant for him? That someone will always wish that he survives the next encounter with the Syndicate?

Pfft, big men don’t, that's for sure.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Violence. Near-death experiences.

Word Count: 5704

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"What does it mean to have a soulmate?"

It was a question that'd always been flung around the city of Manberg, closely followed by entourages of cameras and influencers subjecting the public to their latest attempts at becoming famous.

"Work" - April 14th, 5056

"It's coming home after a long day of work," one person had grinned, a fond expression on their face. "And being able to tell the moment your soulmate knows you're home, their heartbeat getting faster and faster until you open the door to their smiling face."

"Cute Comparisons" - April 9th, 2057

"To be an animal who's too young to see anything," another confessed, abashed they'd yet to meet their soulmate. "You can't see them, but the drum of their heartbeat is enough to know they're still there, just waiting for the moment you can finally open your eyes."

But to Tommy? To Tommy, it was all bullshit.

Even still he's shocked how much the public swoons over each response, eager to judge whether someone's response was too dull or far too poetic to be original. He'd lost faith in humanity the moment he noticed the uptick in influencers bothering the elderly, hopeful for a story about a soulmate they'd outlived.

Sorrowful speeches paid the bills- the sheer amount of views proved that -even at the expense of morality.

The only interaction that seemed to perform better than tearful grandmas were the "Bitter Ones": people who were heartbroken, pissed, and milked endlessly by the media for clickbait titles.

"Influencer Assaulted by a Bitter One!" - June 17th, 2058

The video opened on a two-minute chase sequence between some prick of an interviewer and a well-dressed man. Even the editor's choice to blur the man's face didn't stop the sheer amount of hatred radiating off the man's expression, waving the young girl off in spite of her never-ending, "Sir! Excuse me, sir!"

It was almost disappointing when the interviewer got what she wanted, the man whipping around to furiously shout at her.

"Could you fucking stop? Some people don't want to talk about how, 'Oh, my soulmate? Mine was a piece of shit that cheated on me with my own best friend-'!"

What wasn't disappointing was the girl being shoved aside as the cameras faded to black.

It'd been a well-deserved response if Tommy had anything to say about it.

Just about anyone would grow pissed over being harassed, let alone being demanded to broadcast their pitiful story to the world. The icing on the cake, however, was the implication that the poor bloke could still hear the heartbeat of his cheating soulmate.

Shit like that was just another reason as to why everyone had grown to favor platonic soulmates in place of romantic ones. It was easier to venture through life's bipolar mess with a best mate versus a partner you felt obligated to marry.

At least, that'd been the opinion of one of Dream's shitty magazines.

"Prime's Attempts at Arranging Marriages is Soooooo Last Decade..."

Tommy had just barely poked his head into his mentor's office when he noticed the headline, eyes wide as he found Dream at his desk and engrossed by an article some poor writer had probably killed to get a spot on the front page.

The scene was more interesting than awkward, especially considering Dream's original hesitance over divulging in anything soulmate-related. Tommy had practically had to strangle the name "George" from Dream's throat when he'd first started his apprenticeship at the Tower.

Shame Dream's attempts at secrecy failed the moment Tommy knew their Number-One-Hero's guilty pleasure was cheesy gossip meant for preteens.

"Trouble in paradise?"

The room had burst into chaos, Dream flinging the magazine into an adjacent wall as mindless paperwork made its home back in the man's hands. If the magazine hadn't practically framed itself on the wall, Tommy would've assumed he imagined the whole ordeal.

"Y'know, usually we get offices only for shit like paperwork."

It'd been hilarious to watch Manberg's Number-One-Hero burrow his face into his desk with a muffled plea of, "Don't tell Schlatt."

It wasn't like Dream would get fired over a little bit of soulmate talk, but the fear was well-deserved considering the Tower's manager would never let Dream live it down.

"I dunno, Big D. He'd give me an office for finding out about this one."

Dream's head lifted, faux hurt in his expression. "Tommy, c'mon-"

"An office, Big-Man."

Dream's eyebrows pinched.

"I can't fucking believe this- done."

Tommy grinned.

"Aaaaand an invite to you and Gogy's wedding?"

"We're not having a- y'know what. Fine. But this-"

The magazine flopped uselessly to the ground.

"-this never happened."

"I don't even know what you're talking about," he agreed with ease.

Life wasn't quite the same following the "Magazine Incident Circa 2060". Yeah, life would never be the same after getting his own office, but something changed in the way Dream progressed their trust in one another, training sessions interrupted by Tommy's curiosity over George and Dream's sudden willingness to let details about his soulmate slip.

Trust had already become mandatory when Tommy first became Dream's apprentice- it demanded they their life in one another's hands amidst combat for fucks sake- but this crawled beneath the surface of contractual agreements.

Dream had once coined it as "friendship", a thought which instantly earned the hero teasing remarks over how George would be jealous.

There'd only been a handful of times Dream had tried to dip into the subject of Tommy's own soulmate, attempts that'd been dismissed with a shrug of "I haven't met 'em yet."

Not everyone was lucky enough to meet their soulmate in second grade, Dream.

It wasn't long before even other heroes amidst the Towers warmed up to the idea of discussing their soulmates. Even in spite of Schlatt's decade-long policy prohibiting it, it seemed the strict dickhead grew to agree that passing comments and stories were more beneficial in trust-building amidst coworkers.

"Long as media shit-heads don't find out, it's fine."

It was an easy catch.

Not so easy for Fundy, apparently.

The hero had barely been around for a couple months before he took his first interview, selecting TMZ of all fucking media outlets. Sure, the network did well to spark publicity for new heroes, but if Tommy noticed anything about the redhead amidst their first battles with one another, it's that the man can't see a trap to save his life.

"Soulmates in the Tower?" - August 8th, 2060

"Well," the interviewer had begun, quick to soothe her previous bout of laughter. "I'm sure you've heard the trends going about in regards to soulmates."

To give credit where it was due, Fundy did hesitate before shaking his head. "Ah, no. Soulmate business has never been a strong suit."

The woman's smile twisted into that of a shark's as she leaned forward. "You must have at least some input when it comes to the big question on the streets. 'What does it mean to have a soulmate'?"

There'd been a beat of silence, one that'd originally elicited hope that Fundy hadn't fucked up and instead cut the interview there and then.

But there's a reason the holler of reporters had changed from, "Hey, Karma! Karma! How'd you manage to evade the Angel of Death?" to irritating parrots of "-soulmate? How do you feel about them? Surely the Big-Man himself wants to speak about his soulmate-"

"To finally feel complete," Fundy replied lamely. "To rush into battle with your heart racing, and feeling the pound of theirs following."

Tommy's phone slipped back into his pocket.

(It didn't matter how much his mind screamed to correct such a careless response. To mutter, you feel cared for, dickhead. You know that every time you put yourself in danger, you know damn-well your soulmate's praying for your safe return.)

Prime knows how the fuck Fundy only received a slap on the wrist for his stunt. Schlatt's screams following the interview still haunt his nightmares, with words over how Fundy barely managed to follow the bare minimum of his contract.

Apparently, the policy was meant to stop identifiable details from coming into light, and considering Fundy's lame-ass response had been, well, lame, the hero kept his job after acknowledging the severity of the situation.

Even the careless mention of blonde hair could've put citizens matching the vague description under the surveillance of villains. Killing a hero's soulmate was a one-way ticket to solving a life-long rivalry, a chance that as Tommy mulled over it, explained Dream's original concern for discussing George.

There isn't room for trusting the wrong person when a single soulmate is all someone gets, especially when said someone has an iconic rivalry with the Blade himself.

He definitely didn't preen after putting together that thought, every mindless reciting of George's antics now found to be another support beam added to their undefeated bridge of trust. The bridge's completion arrived only six months following Fundy's fuck-up, when Dream hesitantly invited Tommy out to dinner with him and George.

"Gogy finally get tired of hearing all about me? Don't worry, king; I'll even get my suit dry-cleaned."

First impressions considered: George was an odd fellow. Short, blunt, and- in spite of the very nice restaurant Dream had selected -dressed in pajamas. Tommy can still recall the moment he noticed Dream's limo pull up, the hero stepping out in a suit and dark green tie whilst George stumbled about in a grey t-shirt and plaid-blue sweatpants.

With the apologetic expression on Dream's face, Tommy could imagine this was less of a prank and more-so a typical outing for the duo.

It'd been admittedly odd to be seated in front of Manberg's Number-One-Hero and his soulmate. He tried not to compare himself to nosy influencers the whole night, even in spite of how the answer to the media's, "What does it mean to have a soulmate?" sat mere feet away, etched into reality.

It was written in the way they offered fleeting glances toward one another amidst conversation. How they sat there, endeared by one another's attire as they dined beneath diamond chandeliers. How they laughed and snorted at jokes undeserving of being found humorous, amused only because the other had uttered it.

When the night eventually came to an end, Tommy found himself trapped with an odd pit in his stomach that definitely wasn't jealousy.

If it was jealousy, then why would Tommy go the lengths to torture himself and ask for more stories about George's antics? Why would Dream then fall into a habit of talking about his soulmate unprompted whenever patrol nights got a touch too quiet.

"It's funny," Dream had commented one night, kind enough not to mention the way Tommy's eyes lit up. "How good his poker-face is. His heartbeat will grow erratic, even though his expression never betrays anything-"

Still, Tommy elbowed the hero aside with a groan. "I don't want to hear about your make-out sessions, prick."

"You know it's not like that," Dream laughed. "Besides, you'll have to put up with it 'til you get the balls to talk about yours."

Damn, a rare L for Big D.

Tommy scrambled to dismiss the sudden tension. It was all in vein, attempts vanishing the moment Dream noticed it.

"You don't have to," he back-peddled, almost frantically. "This was never an info-for-info arrangement, I'm more than happy to just talk about George-"

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered the offer.

Dream had opened a door that night, one demanding payment of complete vulnerability should Tommy walk through it. He'd have to share the only thing the blonde could truly claim as his secret to own- something that Dream had been openly sharing for over a year at the time.

It was...enticing.

Tommy's mother tongue might be that of a sailor, but there'd always existed an undesirable itch to spout metaphors like Dream did about George. He is, in spite of Dream's shock, a poet at heart. It was his pride that prohibited the publishing of his thoughts.

Well, his pride and the fact he was nothing if not the spitting image of stubbornness. The moment he'd soul his soul on a lie was the moment he refused to depart from it.

"Fuckin' rude," he huffed. "Maybe Schlatt should hear of that magazine incident-"

The topic was dropped in favor of teasing laughter, and Dream never learned that Tommy had spent the following morning pacing his apartment with a question in mind.

What does it mean to have a soulmate?

To influencers, it was to milk them for all their worth, to regard them as winning lottery tickets and divulge in profit.

To Fundy, it was to matter, to seek comfort and validation in his life meaning something in the eyes of another.

To Dream, it was to hold them in the space between his heart and lungs, to immortalize them in the minds of others through childish stories.

And to Tommy-

To Tommy it wasn't just bullshit.

It was to sit on his shitty excuse for a couch, to strangle a notebook and pencil within his hand.

(To etch amidst blurring blue lines:

It is to ask a mentor about theirs,

And for a moment, pretend you have the same.)

It'd been easy to smother the notebook beneath shopping lists and nervous chants of "Just kidding, just kidding-" as though it were someone else he were attempting to convince instead of the lonesome thud of his own heartbeat.

It never mattered how how many times the mantra filled Tommy's empty apartment. He'd always been destined to retire beneath the covers of his bed, an old pair of white headphones glued to his ears as though they could heal the song of mourning that'd torn his heart to shreds.

And they could, ever-so-eager to echo the soft, rhythmic thump of a looped heartbeat not meant for him to listen to.

A part of him hopes the original owner of the audio has long been put to rest, unable to handle the guilt that he'd intruded on two soulmate's heartbeats for the sake of curing his loneliness.

It's pathetic.

But being pathetic wasn't as lame considering how much easier the routine made going about his day without a second heartbeat to contrast with his own.

It was a tiny secret he'd kept hidden beneath the covers of his bed, harmless and easy enough to contain within the walls of the apartment.

But of course, Prime loved fuck-all if not ruining a good system.

Hero work had always been dangerous- hell, he had his own set of previously broken bones to prove it.

Having a brush with Death was bound to happen sooner or later.

Dream and him had been roaming about when a report came in, spouting of how two members of the Syndicate- Manberg's most effective group of organized villainy -were stalking the streets. It hadn't raised too many red flags; with so many members amidst the Syndicate's ranks, hearing only two of them running errands wasn't unheard of.

Especially when the two were Phantom and Blade, names that'd proven they could defend themselves quite well.

It was dumb-luck alone Tommy eventually managed to successfully pin Phantom in place whilst Dream was distracting Blade, his arm pressed against the villain's throat as he attempted to wrestle Phantom's freezing cold hands into a pair of power dampeners.

He'd nearly jolted over the sudden realization he couldn't feel a pulse against his arm, Phantom still very much alive and struggling in spite of the revelation.

"No heartbeat? That's creepy as fuck," Tommy muttered, as though he wasn't panicking feeling Phantom's hands warm in his grasp. He really didn't need the villain dematerializing right as he was this close to success.

"Don't tell me you heroes hold grudges against dead people," Phantom grinned. As if he wasn't about to be sent to Pandora's vault for a CVS receipt of crimes.

"Prime do I have bad news for you, king-"

There'd been the soft sound of scrapping metal before he found himself stumbling onto concrete, Phantom long forgotten as his fingers instinctively grasped the metal feather that'd embedded itself in his chest.

Somewhere to his left Phantom scrambled upright.

Even nowadays he can't grasp together a cohesive description of the events that followed, only recalling how quiet the atmosphere had grown. Phantom and the Angel of Death had to of been talking, right? Shouting if what little of what Tommy could see explained.

But there'd only been the deafening crash of silence, interrupted only by the head-ache inducing pound of his heart.

Suddenly, Fundy's fondness over the racing of his soulmate's heartbeat made sense. Dying alone was terrifying.

He learned two things that day:

The Angel was not a force to fuck with, and maybe therapy was a good thing to invest in.

Tommy would've been back on the battlefield the moment the hospital discharged him if it wasn't for Dream. The man had been relentless, convincing Schlatt to force Tommy on two weeks of paid leave.

Day 18 of being out of commission and Tommy found himself walking through the Tower's lobby, white headphones secured to his ears.

Only Dream questioned it, convinced it was a joke.

"You're not actually taking them into the field, are you?" the man had asked, frowning over Tommy's shockingly serious expression. "Tommy, you just got back from dying. You seriously expect me to let you go out there with these things?"

"Mhm."

A sigh.

"Can you at least let Sam downsize them-?"

"Nope."

Tommy loved nothing if not giving Dream a heart-attack.

"How the hell are you going to hear our call-outs then?"

He shrugged. "I will."

And Tommy had done well with that promise.

Unlike Dream's suspicion that he was blasting music amidst life-threatening confrontations, the soft echo of a heartbeat never did much to phase out barked commands and shouts for backup.

"Tommy- for fuck's sake!"

Said hero can't help but wince as Dream suddenly flies down the street, the man just barely catching himself before his face can greet pavement.

Tommy jerks back, confusion echoing within his brain when a fist doesn't appear to knock him back a few feet as well. Blade and Dream's rivalry might be iconic, but Tommy would be an idiot if he wasn't at least slightly aware how quickly he could become Blade's newest target.

He's only a little wounded that Blade pays him no mind, the villain following Dream's footsteps to land unwavering blow after blow. Tommy's shoulders sag with relief, a grin on his face even as he watches Dream's desperate attempts to avoid getting knocked out.

There'll be a riot if they're both not awarded raises following this shit-show. He'd like to see Schlatt try and fight the Syndicate himself.

"What was that? Sorry, can't hear you over my headphones!"

Despite his words, Tommy finds himself naturally falling into a defensive stance, a knife primed in his hand as he tracks Blade's movements with caution. It's almost comical how much he feels like a dog, prepared to lung into action the moment Dream deems it necessary.

What's even funnier is the fact that this has to be the eighth time they've doomed 180th Street to Syndicate shenanigans.

"Well, isn't that a pity?"

His knife slices through the air at an instant, eyes searching valiantly for the source of the new voice.

The tone hit all the wrong notes- playful, yet screaming of imminent danger.

He'll die before he lets Phantom of all people get an easy hit.

As much as he wants to call the ghost a massive bitch for hiding in plain sight, his mouth feels like cotton, mind far too focused on the steady rise of his heartbeat.

Thump-thump-thump-thumpthump-

A scoff erupts by his ear once more.

Tommy nearly shouts at the asshole who'd managed to sneak up on him again, forcing down the terror that'd begun to creep into his veins.

Panic was never a good mix when trying to locate an essential ghost.

Fuck Prime for giving a villain such an overpowered ability. "Recall" might not be among the worst powers to have, but even Dream's manipulation over gravity is nothing in comparison to walking through fucking walls.

"I thought you would've loved to hear Dream nearly get a face-full of pavement."

Well now that you mention it-

Tommy's joints lock as the distinct of metal on metal returns, a sound that'd only just begun to disappear from his nightmares.

Phantom's sudden lack of continuous banter only confirms his suspicions that this isn't just a typical Blade and Phantom scenario.

The teenager ducks just in time for a handful of metal feathers to imbed themselves into the alleyway wall instead of his back, breath hitching at the sight of the Angel of Death staring down at him in amusement.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

"Th-That's hardly fair, you fuckin' prick!"

He feels drunk on the adrenaline rush that flows through him, his knife thrown toward the son of a bitch with practiced ease.

There's disappointment in the way his weapon never finds a home, effortlessly batted away and making a near-perfect arch back into Tommy's hand as his power wills it to return.

It's fantastic that he has his weapon back.

Terrible that it'd came whizzing toward his heart point-first.

Shadows loom as Angel's metal wings extend, creating a barricade between them and Dream's ongoing struggle.

Ha, as if two dangerously sharp wings are going to stop him.

"'Fair' isn't exactly in my vocabulary, mate."

"Almost forgot," Tommy grunts. "Blade's the dictionary fuck."

There's a flash of light before Tommy dives forward, metal clashing as his knife meets Angel's wrist-guard.

Satisfaction bleeds into the villain's cruel smile.

It almost makes him miss Phantom. At least with him Tommy isn't forced to look too hard at the bastard's ugly face.

Tommy wrestles the yelp from his throat as Angel's wings fling forward, boots digging into the ground to counteract the sudden powerful gust of wind.

An uproar of debris greets his attempts to stand firm against the violent force, triumph igniting as Tommy stands his ground.

Apparently, his success is a crime straight out of Phantom's book.

The dust barely settled when the heel of the ghost's boot meets his chest, lungs squeezing as he's sent flying onto the pavement of Ox Avenue.

He's unable to swallow back a totally-manly noise of pain- head pounding as the world roars back to life.

It's far too loud, overwhelming at this point.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

He can faintly hear Dream's distinct grunts from the street over.

Fuck, that means-

Tommy's eyes widen as he locks onto his headphones a few feet away, split damn-near perfectly down the middle.

"What a shame, folks," Phantom's voice sings, the villain in all his vintage-glory appearing not far from Tommy.

If he wasn't so pissed, he would've asked whose dead grandpa Phantom stole the trench coat from.

"Looks like Karma's headphones are officially down for the count!"

Live now. Mourn later.

Sweat drips down his forehead as Tommy lurches backward, Phantom's fists connecting with the pavement Tommy had laid upon only a second before.

"Oo, but Karma makes a shocking return!" Phantom cheers. His form flickers once before it returns full-force, much less passive than the ghost's usually fighting stance.

Tommy's teeth grit.

The saying isn't "Karma's a bitch" for nothing.

"You're gonna regret that, fucker."

Phantom flickers back into existence, and Tommy takes kindly to the way their fight falls into hand-to-hand combat.

It's a dance he'd practiced for years, the consistent art of feigning left and dodging right.

The meticulous thoughts firing every time Phantom leans a little too much on his left-side.

Tommy's leg sweeps beneath the villain, fury forever caught in Phantom's eyes as the villain stumbles to the ground.

His power surges as he calls upon his knife, hand reaching out to snag the handle as per usual.

Tommy's grin drops the moment his hands grab something, something that ignites the nerves in his hand aflame.

That...that is not his knife.

He groans as the metal feather rips itself from his grasp, snapping back into position on Angel's wings.

"You mother-"

The world turns.

Tommy flails as his feet leave the ground, eyes widening amidst his attempts to twist mid-air. A quick glance proves that Phantom and Angel have joined his non-consensual ascent to the sky- a very black sky that totally isn't scary as fuck in the middle of the day.

Blinding white strips creep along the avenue's road like veins, the sidewalk now a pale shade of black.

Well, that's never happened before.

Tommy's heart stalls as gravity takes reign once more, the world flashing back to normal in time for the trio to crash onto pavement.

True to his luck, he doesn't land on his feet like Dream always does.

Instead he's left in a tangle of limbs, and silence that definitely should not be there.

"What the fuck-"

Tommy forces himself to his feet as his gaze fires on instinct.

White concrete.

Black roads.

Kicked dust settling.

Still Angel of Death-

Woah, woah, slow that down a bit.

Tommy's brows furrow.

Dust should not be settling whilst two supervillains stand tall.

Oh, and the Angel of Death probably shouldn't be standing in place either.

Tommy almost wilts beneath the odd storm crashing in Angel's eyes as the villain gazes toward 180th Street. If he didn't know any better he would've deemed it an odd mix between panic and possessiveness.

It can't be panic over Dream's abilities, Tommy had spent way too much time combing through his mentor's files to of missed such a crucial detail in the man's powers.

The Angel takes a step back, pupils blown wide.

Oh.

This isn't a Dream problem.

This is a Blade problem.

For once, it seems their Number-One-Hero might just have the upper hand.

How the turn-tables.

Tommy's powers howl as he throws his knife, pride unaffected as the Angel's wings once-more deflect the blade without so much of a glance.

The air freezes as the villain slowly turns his head toward Tommy, leveling the hero with a death-glare.

If this wasn't a such an opportunity, he would've fled the scene in an instant.

But Dream needs time, and Prime will Tommy buy him some.

"Oi, dick'ead! I wasn't finished with you."

Gone are the grins, the playful woes of battle.

This is personal.

"Phantom."

A hand appears to his left and Tommy's lunges.

He barely makes contact with Angel's left wing before Angel staggers back, landing a solid punch against Tommy's cheek in the hopes it'd dismantle him.

Like hell he's giving up this easily.

"Reca-!"

His power dims as a hand clamps around his mouth, the eye-watering scent of gunpowder flooding his senses.

"Oh no you fucking don't gremlin," Phantom grunts, voice heavy with the sheer amount of effort it takes to wrangle Tommy against his chest.

Good, nothing should come easy to that prick.

He definitely doesn't flinch as the wing in his hand dissembles, the feathers following in Angel's hurried footsteps as the villain takes off toward 180th.

Fuck.

Dream better hope Angel and Blade just have an extremely beneficial partnership and aren't two extremely dangerous soulmates.

Tommy's teeth sink into Phantom's hand.

Y'know, for being a classified ghost, Phantom's hand tastes grossly similar to normal flesh.

And like a human, the ghost's hand snaps away at an instant.

Tommy doesn't give Phantom the time to register his fuck-up, the metal feather he'd managed to snag oddly light as he digs it straight into the villain's thigh.

There's a hiss before Phantom disappears, the bloodied feather falling to the ground.

His chest erupts with triumph.

"Haha, bitch! How does it feel to get stabbed-?"

A fist connects with his face.

He's just barely able make out the familiar blur Vintage Road's boutiques as he's sent flying, his hands providing a sufficient block in time for Phantom's next incoming hit.

It's evident that they're moving farther from Dream, Tommy forced backward with every punch Phantom lands.

The ghost really shouldn't be holding this well after being stabbed.

Tommy yanks on his powers, desperation lining his features as he prays for his knife's arrival.

It never comes.

Fuck- this is the last time he tries to recall something on impulse.

He won't even get another chance to recall anything if Phantom's brutality says anything.

A hand grabs his shirt and yanks, pulling the duo onto the unforgiving ground.

Phantom's hands find a home at his neck, squeezing in spite of Tommy's flailing limbs.

"Just stop- struggling!"

You're trying to fucking kill me!

Tommy's breath comes out in wheezes, eyes wide as his mind struggles for some plan.

Phantom isn't supposed to be a lethal threat and the tension lining the ghost's stance proves it. There's an ongoing battle told in the way Phantom's eyebrows furrow with discontent.

His foot kicks out, choking as his feeble attempt only gives Phantom an excuse to add pressure to his throat.

His vision tunnels.

Damn, what a shitty way to go.

"Fuck!"

Instinctively he cringes away from Phantom's hiss, flinching as he expects his small struggle to be reprimanded.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

The hands on his neck disappear, replaced by the violent mantra of, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-"

Tommy gasps, rolling onto his side as he forces air into his lungs.

Boots and nervous laughter echo as Phantom circles him. The villain's mouth moves, Tommy straining to comprehend the words.

"Of all people," Phantom was muttering. "Of all people, it's the biggest fucking pain in my ass."

His throat aches at the thought of speaking, and he can't tell if it's from being choked out or being completely helpless should Phantom decide to do something.

Tommy whines as fists tighten at his uniform, briefly registering the fact that they're moving. If the two building rising into his vision say anything, his deathbed is going to be in some dingy-ass alleyway.

It'll be poetic, if he thinks hard about it. Phantom finishing what the Angel of Death couldn't.

Dream isn't around to save him, nor is there a secondary heartbeat to care.

A hand knocks at his skull.

"-hello? Anyone home?"

Tommy forces himself back into reality, petrified as he meets Phantom's irritated expression and neon green eyes so inhuman that his mind prays they're only contacts.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

Ironic coming from a ghost.

Damn, what a shame he can't deliver that zinger.

"Stop zoning out," Phantom huffs, kneeling at Tommy's side.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

Tommy isn't sure how long they stand there for, his heart slowly beginning to calm in spit of the clear danger still in front of him.

Phantom's mouth is still moving- the villain ever liked shutting up anyway.

"Thump-thump-thump...thump-thump...thump- there you go...just calm down."

Tommy bolts upright, eyes wide as his hand rubs at his throat. Phantom's hand isn't there to stop him.

"Thump-thump-thump-thump."

Phantom's hand isn't there.

"Oh fuck," he grunts, eyes wide as he scrambles away from the villain. "You're my-"

"Took you long enough. Thanks for stabbing me, by the way."

Tommy's jaw twists open to retort, the soft crinkling of paper interrupting him as cold hands land in Tommy's own. A quick glance finds a poorly written note in his grasp.

"Niki's Bakery, 120th King's Rd. 5:55PM, don't be late."

His expression morphs into that of confusion.

Kinda odd to have that on hand.

"I- uh, had a suspicion after y'know..."

I almost died?

At least his soulmate has comprehension skills.

"Karma!"

Both of them flinch at Dream's voice, eyes wide as they scramble away from one another.

This- this would look extremely bad.

There's a soft crackle of static from Phantom's trench coat.

"Phantom?"

"All good on my end," the villain mutters into the speaker. "We may have a Code Blue on our hands, though."

"What?"

Blade.

"Mate, you better have an explanation."

Angel.

"Yeah, yeah," Phantom huffs.

Tommy winces as the villain rises, an odd grin on the ghost's face.

"Guess I'll be seeing you soon, hm Karma?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Karma!"

With a salute, Phantom's figure fades just in time for Dream to come skittering around the corner.

Tommy finds his fingers shoving the note into his pocket.

This was...big.

An opportunity to report Phantom's civilian identity. To finally land the villain a ticket to Pandora's vault.

But this meant Tommy wasn't alone anymore, that he did have a soulmate, even if he couldn't feel the secondary drum of another.

He can be selfish just this once, can't he?

"I'm fine," Tommy grunts before Dream can say anything.

"You look like you just got hit by a bus."

The teenager grins, "What if I did?"

Dreams eyebrows pinch. "Don't make me think about that- lets just...lets get you patched up and home."

"You read my mind, king."

---

Out of all the ways he'd unwilling dreamed of meeting his soulmate, standing idly in front of a café was not one of them.

It felt like the beginning of some cheesy rom-com, especially with the giant ass scarf he'd forced on himself to cover Phantom's handprints. The last thing he needed was his soulmate feeling guilty over it.

Actually, maybe that would be some decent blackmail.

Tommy forces himself to breathe as he pushes the cafe's doors open, dismissive of the anxiety stirring within his chest.

The cafe's tall-ass cashier instantly turns to the door, dark brown eyes following Tommy's approach to the counter.

It's unmistakably Phantom, with dark eyebags and a stylish mess of brown hair. A part of him sighs in relief that the ghost's green eyes had just been contacts.

Oh Prime, unless these were the contacts-

"Hey."

Not the best start to formally meeting his soulmate.

"Hey."

It's awkward, half because the cafe's dead quiet, and half because it's weird as fuck to stand in front of one of Manberg's most-wanted criminals, unmasked.

Gone is Phantom's famous black eye-mask and trench coat, exchanged for a cozy brown sweater and green apron with a weird ass nametag.

This isn't Phantom. This is-

"Wilbur, huh? You don't suppose there's still time to change that-"

"Don't push it, gremlin."

#dream smp #mcyt #fanfic #hero au #platonic soulmates #tommy innit #dream mcyt #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #dark sbi #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #violence cw #ao3 fic #ao3 tags #bingo #Damn this took WAYYYY too long to put out there

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𝘀𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 》𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 - Chapter five

Sam's wife m/l here !

With the help of Sam, y/n climbed inside and fixed her top as he closed the Window and y/n looked up at Sully with a huge smile as he puffed out smoke.

"Know what I love about partying with a bunch of crooks?" He said reaching over to turn on the light and Nate smiled even more.

"What's that?"

"Nobody cares if you smoke indoors." Sully said as he had his cigar hanging from his lips and he stood up and y/n giggles walking closer to Nate and Sully as they hugged

"It's been a while." Nate said pulling away.

"Too long boyo." Sully said smiling and he turned to y/n with even a bigger smile. "Hey y/n. It's been a while with you too. You look good." He said opening his arms and she welcomed the hug.

"Hi Sully. You look like you haven't aged a day." She said as she pulled back with a even bigger smile.

"Same to you. How is Mya?" Sully questions and y/n gave a look and motioned to Sam with her eyes, and he gave a surprised look along with a disappointed look. "Ah nevermind that.." He grumbled.

"You remember my 'dead' husband right?" She said turning to Sam who walked next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Victor." Sam said not really trusting Sully again.

"I'll be goddamned. Fifteen years..." Sully said not really believing that he was alive.

"Yep." Sam said uninterested and y/n glared at him.

"Good to see you alive Sam." Sully said holding out his hand to shake Sam's.

"Mm-Hmm." Sam hummed once again uninterested which earned him a hard elbow in his ribs from his wife. "Ow.."

"Let's uh... try to keep him alive by getting this cross, huh?" Nate cuts in the awkward conversation.

"Yeah uh... about that..." Sully said as he started to walk away and the three of them looked at each other worriedly.

"What? What about that?" Sam said worriedly as he spoke out of the three.

"C'mon, let me show you something." Sully said looking back at them and motioned for them to follow him as he made his way to the door and the other three followed suit. They came upon a balcony that overlooked the auction and they looked down upon it. "Take a look."

They seen that the cross that they needed was up next and y/n cursed under her breath. "That's Avery's cross." Nate said taking the words right out of her mouth.

"They brought it out of storage just before you guys got here."

"They changed the lot order." Sam said now leaning over the ledge to get a better look.

"Take a whole pile of cash to make that happen." Sully said smoking from his cigar.

"All right, well how long before they start the bidding?" Nate asked as he looked at Sully. "Ten, fifteen minutes tops." Sully said and Nate scoffed. "Well there's gotta be some way to grab it."

"There us just the small matter of a few hundred eyewitnesses down there, Nate." Y/N stated as she looked at him ridiculously.

"Okay, okay... but we just need a diversion." Nate said thinking. "Like?" Sully asked and Nate got perplexed. "Like... Like I don't know.... but there's gotta be something."

"Well, if the guards see us making for that cross..." Sully started but y/n interrupted him. "What if they don't see us?" She said looking at them with a smirk, and Sam chuckled.

"She has a point. Jesus, you guys act like you've never spent time in prison." Sam said wrapping his arm around her waist and pulls her closer. "If you want something dirty done... you wait.."

"For lights out." Sully and Nate said together as they looked at each other.

"Bingo." y/n said and she started to pull out the blueprints. "So what we need to do is get to the electrical panels." She said unfolding the paper and placing it on the table that was next to them. "Which is right here." She said pointing to the spot and the men gather around her.

"So we just have to climb up in the ventilation and kill the lights..." Nate said as he scanned the map.

"Grab the cross in the dark." Sam finished.

"There will be an emergency generator." Sully stated with his cigar hanging out of his mouth.

"That'll give us a few seconds of darkness to work with." Y/N said as he fold the map back up.

"Meaning... we have to be right next to the cross when the lights go out." Sam said.

"Except there's no way we can get that close without being notice." Sully said contradictively.

"Scusate, signori... antipasti?" The lady waiter said walking up to them holding out a tray of appetizers. (Sorry, gentleman.... appetizers?)

"I'm all set." Nate said waving her off and Sam gave her a look.

"Hi. How are you?" He said flirty as he took a appetizers and the lady started to walk away. He turned back to the group and earned a glare from his wife as he stuffed his face.

"Really?" She asked in disbelief.

"What?" He asked shrugging his shoulders and y/n scoffed.

"Would you focus?" Nate said pushing his shoulder harshly.

"A waiter wouldn't get noticed." Sam said pointing his thumb towards the waitress who was walking back down from the balcony.

"That could work." Sully praised.

"That will work." Nate said correcting him. "All right, I'll get to the breaker room, kill the power."

"You mean I'm the waiter?" Sam asked licking his fingers.

"You're the best pickpocket." Nate then turned to y/n and Sully. "The two head down to the floor, keep an eye on the prize, okay? Let us know if anything, uh... hinky goes down?"

"All right." Sully said with a smirk and y/n gave nate a weird look

"What does hinky even mean?" she questioned and nate looked at her incredulously.

"Let's... let's just do this." Nate said making his way to the steps and the other three followed as Sam tried to place his arm around y/n's waist but she moved out of his touch making him shocked and hurt.

"Wait, what did i do?" Sam asked confused and y/n ignored him earning a sigh from him.

"All right, follow me. We'll cut through the cellar." Sully said taking the lead through the guests and down the steps. They made small talk as they walked through the crowd, and y/n walked out on to the balcony and leaned against the railing. Sam followed suit afterwards leaning against the railing next to her.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Sam said after being quiet for a couple of minutes.

"It's just... it's just that it's weird that i get to see you again after all these years.. it feels like you were never dead." y/n said playing with her ring on her finger.

"Well... i am sorry if daddy didn't come home after all of these years. I was trying to save my own life so I wouldn't put the burden on you." He said placing his arm around the curve of her hip.

"Sam... you know that I will help you. Even your own brother. We are supposed to be in this together." She said looking up to him and smiles softly. "You remember our wedding vows? 'till death do us part?"

"Yeah... well..." Sam said softly as he looked over to the mountain with a small smile on his face. "So who is this Mya I keep hearing about?" Sam said looking back to her and she got scared as her blood ran cold, and he continued. "If that's your new lover, I'm not against it at all. I might be in on the acti..." he was stopped by y/n who.was laughing her ass off. "What? What's so funny?"

"It's nothing like that! if you really think that I'm going to move on after all of these years, you're funny." She said calming her laughter that turned into fits of giggles. He stared at her incredulously, before chuckling.

"God I love you so much." He said turning towards her and wrapping both his arms around her waist and she turned around his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"And I you." She said with a small smile as she leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss before pulling away. "Come on. We have a heist to pull off." She said linking her arm with his and pulled back.

"Okay.. okay.. So is that a no on the threesome?" He asked as they walked back to the auction and y/n scoffed.

"Big fat no." She said in a straight voice which made him laugh. They made it downstairs to where Nate and Sully was standing with worried looks on their faces. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Y/N asked with worry laced in her voice.

"What's wrong is, Sully forgot to mention that the door was locked." Nate said in disbelief.

"What did i say kid? The door wasn't locked when i got here." Sully defended himself and they took a quick glance at the door to make sure that they wasn't suspicious.

"Well, now what? Can we pick it?" Sam suggested as he got closer to the door.

"No. It looks like its electronic so we need a key card." y/n stated as she fixed her jacket.

"We're gonna have to find another way in.." Sully started but was interrupted when they heard the door unlock and they quickly backed away from the door as it opened, and a waiter came out with a bottle of wine looking at them with suspicion before walking off.

"You see that?" Sam said as he looked at the waiter.

"Keycard... back left pocket." Sully responded and y/n slipped away from them without them noticing.

"I'm on it." Nate said and he tried to walk away but Sam stopped him.

"Oh, whoa, whoa. You sure you wanna do that? There's a lot of eyes out here." Sam asked looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I think i can handle a little.." Nate started but was interrupted when they looked over to see y/n trip slightly on the man, and he held her up.

"Mi scusi signore. Sono terribilmente dispiaciuto per l'inciampo. Sono un po' ubriaco." She said feigning being drunk, as she swiftly took the keycard out of his pocket. (Excuse me, sir. I am terribly sorry for the stumbling. I am a little drunk.)

"Va bene signorina. vai a prendere un po' d'acqua." He stated as he helped her stand back up then pat her shoulder then she stumbled her back to the men and the waiter turned away.

When she was far away, she walked normally as the men stared at her awe. "What? The two of you can't have all the fun?" She said smirking as she handed Nate the key and Sam chuckled as he leaned over to kiss her nose slightly.

"That's my girl." He said with a smirk as he placed his arm around her waist, as Nate unlocked the door.

"Now let's try this again." Sully said as he took out four earpieces from his pocket. "We're going to need these."

"Great. Now we're going to be like James Bond." Y/N joked as she got the others to chuckle.

"Good luck." Sully said as he patted Nate's shoulder as he went through.

"We'll be in touch." Nate called back quietly and y/n kissed Sam's cheek.

"Be careful in there okay?" she said pulling away and he chuckled as he said "When am I never careful?" and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Ah nevermind... you just do the same." He said as he walked through and Sully shut the door behind them.

"Are you ready?" Sully asked y/n as she fixed her shirt and he held his arm out to her.

"I'm always ready." She said walking with him to the middle of the floor and they looked around.

Y/n heard footsteps coming up to them and she was about to turn around until a voice stopped her.

"Hands in the air." She heard a very thick accent say and she frowned as the both of them turned around slowly. "Hi victor." Nadine said smiling slightly towards him and she looked at y/n who she quickly frowned at. "Hello y/n..."

"I'm surprised that they allowed a hoochie to this type of party." y/n stated with a smirk as she seen Nadine seethe with anger. Nadine was about to say something but Sully cuts her off.

"Hello Nadine. Pleasure to see you again." Victor said with a tight smile.

"Not a pleasure for me.." Y/N muttered as she checked her fingernails.

"It's not for me either." Nadine stated then she looked at Sully with a smile. "Only this time, I've got the drop on you." She said placing finger gun against his chest.

"Well, I guess I should be glad that's not a real gun." Sully said with a fake chuckle. "Hardly recognize you outta your fatigues."

"Yeah.. You know how it is." She said not really wanting to talk. "Every once in a while a job requires us to get all... "dolled up." Though we don't have to look like a whore." She said referring to y/n who wanted to stick her middle finger up at her. "Looking sharp by the way." She said to Sully and he took a puff of his cigar.

"Not too bad yourself." Victor complimented back and smiled.

"I feel so outta place here. Can't tell you what a relief it is to run into another English speaker.... even if you are American." Nadine said turning to stand next to Sully.

"You'll have to blame both of our parents for that." Sully said standing next to Y/N.

"I was on my way to the bar. Can i get you something?" Nadine asked Sully. "Yeah, scotch on the rocks."

"I'll have a..." Y/N started but Nadine cuts her off. "Be right back." She said walking off and y/n said underneath her breath "bitch.." and Sully chuckled.

"Nate. You catch all that?" Sully said quietly through the earpiece.

"Yes, I did... sounds like a lady's trying to but you a drink." Nate said through the earpiece.

(bold for Nate, italics for Sully, underlined for y/n, and bold and underlined for Sam.)

"That wasn't just no ordinary lady Nate. That was Nadine Ross."

"Nadine Ross... Wait, doesn't she own that army-for-hire? What's it called, Coastline?"

"Shoreline."

"Yeah, right. Thought you had a run-in with them?"

"That's putting it mildly. I really hate that bitch though.."

"Ah that's my girl..."

"Fortunately, she does not seem to be holding a grudge to us. Well mostly towards me. She basically turned into a bull when she saw y/n."

"I'm good to go here."

"Alright... Listen, we're all set, Sully. You two, uh, stay out of trouble, okay?"

"We should say that to the two of you, and Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Stay safe and i love you..."

"I love you too and I will."

The line went silent and y/n took a deep breath.

"You should really tell him about Mya." Sully said as he placed his hand on the bottom of her back.

"I know... but, I'm... I'm not ready to tell him just yet. I'm afraid to tell him if he just died again." Y/N said looking down to the table.

"I know, but he has a right to know." Sully said and y/n nodded her head.

"I know, I know.." She said looking up to him and smiled softly as Sully rubbed her back.

"Take your time. You know I'm not rushing you." Sully stated as Nadine returned with their drinks.

"Ah I might as well get my drink since some bitch didn't.." Y/N said to herself and Sully and he slightly nudged her in the side as she walked off.

She was on her way to the bar when she bumped into someone slightly.

"ah, scusami. Mi dispiace." She said in Italian thinking it was a waiter, but she looked up to see Sam. (ah, sorry. I'm sorry.)

"Mia moglie è così bella." He said with a smirk and she smiled back. (My wife is so beautiful.)

"Oh, Sam. I hardly recognize you." She said as she ran her hand down his stomach showing how tight the dress shirt was on him especially the pants and noticed that it was getting slightly bigger.

"That's the plan right." He said as he chuckled slightly. "I'll be with you in a little bella. I have to get into place." He said lifting her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it before walking off.

She ordered herself a champagne and started to make her way back to Sully just as she seen Rafe walk up and she cursed under her breath.

"Well then he might as well be dead, right?" He said laughing as he saw y/n and the outfit she was wearing. "Victor Sullivan, y/n Drake! Or y/n l/n. I really don't know anymore." He stated with a smirk and she seethed slightly. "How the hell are the two of you?"

"Rafe." He said placing his cigar in his mouth and shaking Rafe's hand. "How long has it been? Ten years? Twelve?" Rafe asked as he shook his hand before pulling it away.

"Fifteen." Y/N corrected, and Rafe chuckled. "It's amazing. All these years gone by, here we are... we're still haggling over dead people's junk." She said chuckling even more.

"Really? Aren't you the rich pansy boy that is living off his parents wealth?" Y/n insulted but Rafe kept his cool.

"I'm running my business now, so it's my money." Rafe said in a scarily calm tone.

"Ho Ho. That is one helluva day job. You could probably afford to buy up everything on the block tonight." Sully joked and Rafe smiled. "Well sure... but what would be the point in that? These days I'm only looking for the... good stuff. Big scores." Rafe said with a smirk and y/n's eyes slightly widened as he continued. "Any advice on what I should pick up tonight?" y/n was going to say something smart but Sully nudged her gently.

"Ha. Yeah, like I'd want to bid against him." Sully joked looking at Nadine and Rafe chuckled. "But, um, just between you and me... I did notice they changed the order." Sully said getting closer to Rafe and said under his breath. "I think somebody might be trying to rig this auction."

"Well remember where we are. This crowd didn't get rich by playing fair." Rafe stated making the other woman and him nod their head.

"Which is why you really need someone watching your back in a place like this." Nadine budged in as she stood next to Rafe.

"Ah.." Sully said smiling a fake smile. "Well, i do hate to break it to ya... You are working for a American.

"With. We've partnered up on this one." Nadine stated as she pointed towards Rafe who nodded.

"I see. Talk about a power couple." Sully said chuckling.

"Or a pimp and his whore." y/n muttered to herself which earned another nudge from Sully.

"In a few moments we'll begin bidding on our next item.. an inlaid wooden crucifix from the Trott Estate." They heard the auctioneer say and y/n cursed to herself.

"Well, i know when I'm a third wheel. You two kids have fun tonight." Sully said as he tried to walk off with y/n but Rafe grabbed his arm.

"Just hold on, Sully. How'd you find out about it? Did she tell you?" Rafe asked nodding over to y/n who rolled her eyes.

"It? Now what it is that Rafe?" Sully asked feigning ignorance. "Nadine, I think your partner here has had too many Bloody Mary's..." He started but Rafe knocked his drink out of his hand and y/n stepped forward to protect Sully.

"Cut the bullshit, old man! Now I don't know how you and your little sidekick scammed your way into here. But if you think... about getting Avery's cross, I can tell you exactly how you're going to be leaving. In a goddamn body bag.." He was stopped by y/n who came up close to him.

"Listen here you rich asshole.. You wouldn't have known where to fucking look if we didn't help you. So fuck off, and go suck your own..." Y/n started in anger but Sully pulled her back as he noticed everyone was staring. Rafe chuckled and patted Sully's shoulder.

"Well... you get my point, and so do you." Rafe said looking at the both of them and y/n just glared right back.

"Lovely seeing you both." Sully said grabbing y/n's arm and pulled her away. When he was far away he contacted Nate. "Nate? Nate?! Rafe is here. Where the hell are you?!"

#nathan drake #sam drake x reader #samuel drake #uncharted #uncharted 4 #sam drake

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akilah12902 · 2 years

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Charakter opinion bingo: Foltest :]

[cackles wildly]

Thank you for the excuse 😆

Anybody who’s taken a gander at my AO3 has watched me fall headlong into really actually liking Foltest... mostly via that ‘study like a cockroach’ and ‘constantly rotating like a fork in a microwave’ thing. I started Major Design Flaw out because I wanted to write Roche’s corruption arc by this guy and... instead... well, not instead, because it’s definitely still a corruption arc, but Foltest is a startlingly reasonable and charismatic human being by Witcher terms. Is he a good person? HELL NO. But he dresses up as a guard to sneak out to talk to Geralt in private, lets Geralt go to possibly kill his daughter because he knows that she’s suffering and Geralt is the best chance he has to cure her and end this (The Last Wish), he’s possibly the only non-Geralt person in the series who does not want to marry/impregnate Ciri (and he throws a honestly hilarious tantrum over the other rulers suggesting that he might and telling him he’s definitely hot enough to get that) (The Blood of Elves), he’s excited to get to play dice poker with Geralt (Witcher 1), he doesn’t follow through on any of the threats he makes to Geralt even if Geralt kills his daughter (Witcher 1), he remembers a random arbaelist that he fought in one battle with four years ago and decides to promote him on the spot (Witcher 2), he’s always just slightly to the left of proper metaphors (Witcher 2), and I am firmly of the opinion that his relationship with his sister was a consensual one.

That’s barely even scratching the surface of my headcanons, too, because in the absence of any evidence of other incestuous relationships, there’s gotta be some reason that he and Adda wound up like that, and there’s that line about the King of Temeria being extremely fond of the dryads (Eternal Flame, Sword of Destiny) and how Sancia, his mother, is suspected as the other possible originator of the striga curse...

Plus, there’s something so very compelling about a guy who will do anything for someone he cares about except let them go.

I like the way that Netflix restructured Betrayer Moon/the striga curse but I do not like the way they restructured Foltest, they did my man dirty in more than just looks! And while I know there are some absolutely spectacular Foltest writers out there there’s a whoooole lotta people who don’t... really look at a bunch of his character and end up making me go aaaugh!

IN SHORT I LOVE HIM AND I WANT TO TWIST HIM AROUND LIKE A CORKSCREW INTO BEING A BETTER PERSON WHILE STILL ALSO KEEPING HIM ASTOUNDINGLY FUCKED UP, THANKS

#Foltest #Witcher 2 #Witcher #The Witcher #asks answered #character bingo

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steveharringtonanonblog · 2 years

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This is for the Halloweener contest ( sorry-) :D

Hawkins was known for its strange and eeriness. Lights that flicker, the tingling sensation of touch that ran along one’s spine. Murders that put fear into their residents. Halloween always seemed the best night for the most craziness.

An axe going through a girls head last year after their boyfriend had gone insane the night before; visiting the old Victor Creels home with a group of drunk bozos that didn’t understand they wasn’t allowed in.

People hoped for Halloween this year to be just a smudge different. Less hospital visits, less drug deals, less drunk teens; less murderers. But alas! Someone just had to see Victor Creel’s home to save Hawkins back in late March. Steve Harrington. Unknown to everyone being knees deep into madness as he sat on his couch; a voice changer in his lap as he dialled his favourite number.

He had been watching them since June. The bright smile along with the soft ding! Of the bell above them as they looked through their array of rentable movies. It became an obsession in July. Taking them everywhere they needed like the good friend he was. His pretty passenger princess always with him, not daring to let go of their hand incase someone was to sweep them off their feet and away from him.

He had killed three people since then.

He didn’t mean to! They just looked so much prettier covered in their own blood.. away from them. His prize and joy. He liked hiding his bodies; the fun way of hide and seek for the police. He had his methods too; tying weights to one and throwing them into lovers lake, another deforming them so much that he had to burn them, the last having a eight foot grave with a rodent five feet above so they wouldn’t know a thing.

“ hello?” They soft voice ran through the phone, Steve’s lips twitching a smile as he held a mic to his face and the speaker. “ hello sweet thing.” The gravelled voice came to their side. “ who is this?” “ what are you doing right now?” “ making popcorn. Who is this?” Their voice wavering making his dick twitch. “ your friend remember? What are you watching?” “ Halloween..” “ a classic.” He grinned as he avoided the crunchy leaves of her back yard.

He wasn’t going to leave his little one home alone when there was a murderer on the loose! “ what are you wearing?” “ why do you want to know?” The slither of confidence in her voice as he watched through the open curtains; eyes following their figure as they went followed the telephone cable back to the wall where they twirled it around their fingertips. “ because I want to know who I’m looking at..” a breath catching in their throat making them choke on their words. “ wh-what?” “ what kind of popcorn do you have in that yellow bowl?”

“ what did you say?” “ I want to know who I’m looking at.” He persisted, shaking his head in disappointment as the line went dead; watching as she fearfully hung up and flead. His silly little bunny thinking that they could get away from him. Shouldn’t of given him house keys as he let himself in quietly. Putting his telephone under the black robes that covered more of his black wear before pulling down his mask that once rested upon his fluffy hair.

He knew they was going to do this. That silly little thing afraid of real things instead of the addictive feee of false Horror. Even sillier to leave knifes out in the open all for him! “ come on pretty: Don’t want to hurt you.” He tried to coats them out. The game of cat and mouse making his dick unbelievably more hard. To think he was going to play nice as he grabbed the lace covered ankle. The sweet white socks giving their hiding spot away from under the bed as he pulled them out effortlessly.

Her screams and thrashes no match till they just had to knock his mask right off. “ Steve..?” Their weaving voice of disbelief as he held the sharp blade against their neck.

“ bingo.. smart little bunny.”

!Halloween contest! for Ghostface Steve

#steveanswers #steve's halloween special

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cryingoverjegulus · 1 year

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Right person, wrong time

In the silent night, a knock at the door shatters the stillness, twisting emotions long forgotten within.

Jamie's heart desperately slams against her chest as the face behind the door slides into focus.

The figure standing in the doorway was one Jamie hadn't seen in nearly 10 years. She remembered her like it was yesterday.

The silence between the two women settles around them like a heavy cloud. Jamie raises her eyebrow expectantly as Bianca figits with her hands.

“Would you like to go out for a few drinks?” Bianca asks, sounding less sure with each word.

“Sure… as long as you promise to tell me if you're dying.” Jamie jokes, eyes crinkling in mirth. “It's not every day your high-school rival shows up on your doorstep. Harry's Pub?”

Bianca gives a small grin, looking relieved, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

As they settle into the stiff bar seats, Bianca feels her chest tighten as she recalls the girl she used to be. With a gentle voice and trembling hands, she wipes away a tear before confessing something that had been kept safety tucked away for years.

"I had a crush on you in high school," She says in an almost whisper.

The confession brings about some courage, so she looks up to meet ready eyes - eyes filled with understanding, and perhaps just the slightest hint of recognition of what might have been if things were different then.

Jamie leans back in her chair, her eyes closing for a millisecond before they open to face the beautiful girl before her.

“This… wasn't on my bingo card. Listen, Bianca, high school was 7 years ago. I had a crush on you back then – cause who didn't – but right now? I don't know. I'm in a committed relationship. I'm happy. You showing up has just made old feeling resurface, and not all of them are good.” Jamie exhales, letting her words sit between them.

Bianca nods her head, “I understand. I just want to tell you how horrible I feel for treating you the way I did all those years ago.” She bows her head in regret, only looking up when Jamie responds.

“I'm sorry too. I wasn't exactly the most pleasant either. The truth is that I was threatened by you. You were smarter than me and it killed me. Grades were all I had going for me, and you took that away.”

Bianca feels a wave of guilt wash over her. She reaches over the sticky table and hesitantly places her hand over Jamie's. She expects Jamie to pull away, but is pleasantly surprised when she feels the soft tingle of a finger soflty tracing along her inner palm. What was it that Jamie had said about a committed relationship? It surely doesn't seem that committed to Bianca…

A throat being cleared jerks the two women apart. The waiter awkwardly places the beer bottles on the table and shuffles away, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

“This is messing with my head right now. You're messing with my head. I can't handle being this close to you.” Jamie mutters, abruptly standing up and knocking her gangly legs on the underside of the table.

Bianca expects her to go to the bathroom, but frowns when she sees Jamie heading for the door.

Bianca hurriedly throws a few notes on the table and rises, intent on following Jamie outside to get the closure she needs.

When she steps outside of the quaint pub and into the howling night, she fears Jamie might have left already, but her fears are subdued when she spots a tall figure leaning against the building with a plume of smoke incasing them.

As she approaches Jamie, the temperature begins to bother her and she silently curses herself for wearing a short dress. Nevertheless, she persists.

“Jamie, talk to me. Please.” She begs, looking up at the girl she desires with such ferocious passion.

Jamie seems to sense this passion, because she looks away with a pained expression on her face. “I won't deny that we have chemistry. We've always had chemistry.” Bianca's eyes dance with a glimmer of hope, “But, I love my partner. I would never do anything to jeopardise our relationship. Please understand that I'm doing what's best. For all of us.” Bianca nods, leaning against the wall beside Jamie.

She sighs, closing her eyes and letting the cold envelop her for a while.

The sudden absence of the cold startles her for a second. Her eyes fly open to see Jamie slump back in place, jacket no longer snugly hugging her shoulders.

Bianca looks for a way to thank her, but settles with, “Your jacket is huge, mate. Just know that you're never getting it back.” which she receives a snort for.

They stand together for a few minutes, enjoying each others company and watching as Jamie's cigarette burns out.

After the butt had been properly stamped a few times, Bianca pushes off of the wall and turns towards Jamie. “You have my number if you need it.” With that, she turns around and struts away, swaying the best she can without falling over.

Jamie watches Bianca until she is out of sight, a small smile on her lips. She takes out another cigarette from her pack and lazily raises it to the sky, shouting out the words that no one else but herself will hear, “To a romance that could have happened, but alas time was not on our side.”

An hour later, in a flat near Soho, Bianca collapses into her favourite armchair. She massages her temples as she surveys the mess that was once a clean flat. Tiredly, she picks up the phone to schedule an appointment for chemo. Meanwhile, with a graceful flourish of practiced hands; in one swift movement, she reaches into cupboard and pulls out a teapot before turning on the faucet to fill it with steaming hot water from the tap. Placing two spoonfuls of tea in a mug waiting nearby – very carefully – as if everything depends on every action done accurately — she stirs the contents and adds a bit of sugar.

The sound of the spoon against the cup soothes her anxiety as if by magic. She breathes in deeply, enjoying its aroma while she leans against the kitchen counter, mind clearing up gradually. She sips her tea silently, allowing it to travel down her throat until its warmth spreads throughout her body like an embrace from a friend.

She changes out of her dress and slips into bed. She keeps on Jamie's jacket, only for a little while longer.

Maybe in another life Jamie and Banca could have been, she muses, but not this one.

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darklingichor · 2 years

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Cross Her Heart by Melinda Leigh

I don't remember buying this one, but I did like it.

It's your standard procedureal story. Complete with things I have complained about in the past

Main character who had a tragic childhood

That past keeps being brought up because she is forced to go back to where it all happened, and/or keeps seeing parallels to her own experiences.

Another character with demons of his own, but the two work well together and romance is soon in the air.

A murder that gets under both main character's skin.

So, am I talking about Eve Dallas, Kate Burkholder, Temperance Brennan, (at least in the show) or Kinsey Milhone?

None of the above, this one is Bree Taggart

Bree's abusive father killed her mother and himself leaving Bree, her kid sister Erin and baby brother Adam to grow up with relatives.

She becomes a cop (did I get Bingo yet?).

And works homicide in Philadelphia.

Her sister leaves her a message asking for help, and even though Erin still lives in their hometown and Bree avoids going back, she rushes to see what's wrong.

She walks right into a mystery, and starts investigating with Erin's husband's best friend. See the husband has gone missing, but this is only part of the overall case.

Bree and the friend (Matt) work together and they both end up with crushes on each other.

I'm snark8ng a little here because it is very much set up in a template of so many other mysteries with women investigators. It's almost like no one can conseive of a woman going into law enforcement unless they had a traumatic past.

I mean, isn't being a cop in a fiction universe usually traumatic enough? Why can't a woman just be like: "You know, I think I want to be a cop, I think I would be good at it," and then go from there? She'll still have plenty of stuff that can be drawn on for the sake of the plot, or drama as long as you don't follow her from her first day.

But, I have to say, for all its sameness, it had some subtle differences. The biggest one I can spot is that Bree has relationships with people that aren't entirely strained by her need to be tough.

She gets along with her siblings, though not in a "we talk every day" way, but more in the way one would know that these people have your back.

She's close with her cop partner Dana, and though she doesn't see herself as an easy person to get to know, she is better at it than she thinks.

The romance didn't in any way take the focus off of the mystery, and was really fun

The plot is good, but the characters were really what kept me going.

The whodunit was well planned out with enough clues that you figure it out before Bree and Matt, but not in a way that makes you want to tilt the book to make them slide in the right direction.

I think I might give the others in this series a shot.

#books #book #book blogging 2022 #melinda leigh #cross her heart #mystery

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)

warning: violence, blood, guns

Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).

He’s watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long she’s been gone.

After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).

When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.

“We were waiting for you to call, Diablo,” A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wife’s phone.

His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as he’s off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.

“What the fuck do y’cunts want?” Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.

He hears a whimper in the background. He’d know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.

“If you fuckin’ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,” Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.

His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.

On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely don’t know that he has a tracker on her phone.

There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the ‘H’ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.

“Business. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,” The man replies.

Bingo.

Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.

He didn’t get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.

Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.

Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if they’d betray him.

It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.

“Why the fuck would y’idiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck d’you have my wife?” Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating they’re on their way.

“We were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.”

Thatta girl.

God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.

“I can’t wait t’find you and torture you until you’re begging for me to just put you out of your misery,” Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.

“You really shouldn’t threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,” The man laughs with amusement, “I’ll have you talk to her now.”

Harry hears the man bark at YN, “Speak bitch!”

“He-hello?” YN whimpers pathetically, “Baby, I need help.”

And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because it’s not truly how she sounds when she’s scared.

“Brat, y’faking it right now right?” Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.

“Yes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,” YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldn’t get him hard right now.

When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.

Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.

“Boss, we haven’t cleared it completely. You can’t go in yet,” Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care. My wife’s in there,” Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.

He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesn’t hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.

When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.

She’s still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.

Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesn’t.

He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.

But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, “Took you long enough, dickhead,” before she’s slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.

Her hand goes right for the man’s crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.

“S’your turn now,” YN replies, “I need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - it’s just superficial.”

Harry doesn’t remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that man’s teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him he’d being begging for death.

And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harry’s torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.

After he’s done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, “I’ll stick y’up when we get home.”

YN’s sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.

She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.

“M’sorry, my queen,” Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.

“Hurts,” His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.

“It’s done, did s’good baby,” He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, “How are y’feelin’?”

“I’m fine,” She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not okay and that’s okay,” Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.

“I was scared,” She whispers, “And all I wanted was you.”

“Baby, baby fuckin’ look at me,” Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, “M’sorry I wasn’t there right away, I fucking would die for you.”

It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.

Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, “That was amazing,” she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.

“Get the fuck out now,” He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.

Her face drops, “But…we just? I thought tha-“

Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girl’s dreams when he scoffs, “Y’thought what? I didn’t want anything from you but your cunt. I don’t cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.”

“You’re my soulmate, fuckin’ crazy with how gone I am for you,” Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.

“Please, need it,” YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.

“Y’side, brat,” Harry reminds her, “Let just lay y’out, make y’come, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until she’s quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.

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