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spookymystery67 · 5 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: The moment everyone reading this story has been waiting for has finally arrived! Ada's here! About time huh? I skimmed over this chapter so if I missed any mistakes...my bad. Also, you're not gonna like Ada right away. I said slow burn. And I mean SLOW burn. Suffer. Enjoy the story :)

TW: Death, gore, mention of suicide, mention of sexual assault, language, overall angst, ect. Typical Resident Evil stuff and things. Sorry if anyone gets traumatized because I suck at TW's.

Chapter 7:

-September 29, 1998-

"So, what have you been doing while you were here?" You asked Ben as you sat next to him on the bed, leaned against the wall with your legs sprawled out in front of you.

You both had been in here for hours, and you were getting restless. The more time that passed, the more your anxiety and dread had built up.

He shrugged. "Mostly smoking and sleeping. Trying to ignore the snarls of the infected.” He paused. “And the sounds of something else."

"Something else?" You asked, interest piqued.

"Something bigger. Something stronger. It's called the Tyrant, I believe. I found that out prior to getting locked in here. I can hear it lurking around. I don't know exactly what it's after, but I have a feeling." He said nervously.

That sounded awfully familiar. Like the creature that was after Jill. Is there another creature out there? Looking for someone?

"What, you?" You asked. He shook his head.

"Both of us. And any survivors. I think that whatever is out there was sent by Umbrella. To get rid of witnesses." Ben said.

You heard the eerie sound of metal shifting in the distance, but quickly shook it off as just the sounds of an old building.

"That's a good theory." You said as you stood from the bed to start pacing, glancing out the cell every now and then to see if anything was out there.

"I know. I'm pretty proud I came up with that one." Ben grinned weakly, cigarette in hand once more.

"How have you not run out of cigarettes?" You asked.

"I had a few packs in my bag." He said.

"You should quit. They're bad for you." You ran a hand through your matted hair, tugging at a few knots. You wished you had a hair tie.

"Like it will matter if we don't get out of here." Ben scoffed.

"Yeah." You sighed. You both sit in silence, the harsh reality of everything spoiling any positivity you could have possibly had in here.

"So, do you think Katherine is okay?" Ben hesitantly questioned, breaking the silence.

You paused, really thinking about the question and your next words "Honestly… No. No I don't."

He looked saddened by this. "Wow, ever the optimist." He weakly said.

"Look, I'm sorry. But with the shit he's done," you shook your head. "I don't see it ending well for her unless she really fights back."

"You don't think she'll fight back?"

"I think she will. But her survival might depend on whether luck is on her side." You grimly stated. The odds are eighty-twenty here. From what you've seen, luck has not been on anyone's side in Raccoon City. And as morbid as it was, you didn't want to get your hopes up.

"Wow, you've changed in the last few days." Ben said.

"Have I?" You turned to face him, leaning against the bars.

"Yeah. You're more of a hard ass. And somehow more pessimistic." You looked down, slightly hurt by his words. No matter how true. He didn't mean them in a mean way. But you didn't like that you've changed so quickly in the span of a few days.

Ben quickly realized what he had said might have been taken wrong. He quickly tried to reassure you.

"I don't blame you, Y/n. I really don't. With the shit you've seen… What have you seen?" He asked.

"Death. Lots of death, for starters." You started.

"No shit. What else?"

You hesitated. "I've seen what these viruses turn people into. And animals, for that matter. It just causes so much pain. It makes me wonder how many more people went through that pain before this all happened."

"You mean since Umbrella was founded?"

"Yes. How many people were taken off the streets to be experimented on? How many orphans? How many animals? How many were just simply discarded once they were deemed failures like they were trash?"

"People are cruel." Ben said. He said it so simply. Because that's how it's always been. You've seen that cruelty first hand many times. And yet, somehow, you are always caught off guard by just how evil people can be. It saddens you. It angers you. It makes you feel hopeless.

"I know that. Humanity is cruel. And yet, it still baffles me just how far people will go. It pisses me off." You hissed.

"Well that's good. I'd be concerned if you weren't upset." Ben told you.

You sighed and sat back down. "Will giving Jill that drive even make a difference? Umbrella is a big corporation. People in the fucking government are in on it. There's probably a whole cover up on what's going on in the city right now."

"Mhm, what do you think it will be?" Ben asked, taking a drag.

"Something stupid. Like a bad flu or a skin disease being spread or something."

"Not far from the truth."

"Still not the truth." You pointed out. He shrugged and nodded in agreement.

You and Ben heard the sound of footsteps and glanced at each other. Was it Irons?

"Hello?" Ben called out.

"Hey." A man called back, walking into your line of sight. You and Ben quickly stood from the bed.

The man had short, flowing, blonde hair and was donning a police uniform. He looked pretty well put together for someone who had been in the station for a week. Making you think that he probably just got here recently.

"I don't believe it, a real human. Hello human." Ben joked.

"And what am I? Not human?" You asked.

"Yeah, you're out of this world, Y/n." He said dryly, making you snort.

"You two been here long?" The blonde man asked you two.

"He has. I just got here." You shrugged.

"Long enough. Are we the last ones alive?" Ben asked. He was really asking to see if he knew if Katherine was still alive. But also Irons.

"No. No, there's a few of us." The man said. That didn't help.

"Oh. That's good news, I guess." Ben started.

"Yeah."

"Unless, of course, Irons sent you." You added.

"Irons…? You mean Chief Irons? Is he still around?"

"Who cares. Hopefully he's somebody's dinner by now." Ben said bitterly. You threw him a glare. His attitude will not help get you two out.

"What do you mean by that?" The man questioned.

"He's the bastard that locked me in here. And Y/n. Her not that long ago, actually."

"I'm sure he had a good reason." The man defended.

You looked at him in disbelief. Yeah, he must be new. Or stupid.

You laughed bitterly. "Sure. Yeah. You really need to get better idols, dude." You sighed, leaning against the bars.

"He did have a good reason." Ben takes a drag off his cigarette, before throwing it out. "I was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass. I'd have done the same thing too, I guess. And she," he gestured to you."she was about to get me and my girlfriend out of here and away from him."

You all heard metal creaking once more and looked down the hall to the direction it came from. Ben and you began to grow more nervous and you shared a glance. Your recent conversation was still fresh in your mind.

"Hey, I'll make you a deal. Unlock the cell, and I'll give you this." Ben held up a parking garage pass he had on him. "There's no other way out of that parking garage. Believe me!"

"Sorry. I can't do that. I have to talk to the Chief first." The man said. You groaned. Now is not the time to be following rules.

The metal creaks once more. Louder.

"Irons is not a good man. He's a murderer. He will kill you if you find him." You warned the man. But, he didn't listen.

"Look, we're all prisoners in this station. So either we play nice, and help each other out-" Ben glanced down the hall when loud, heavy footsteps were heard. Your heart dropped. "Shit. It's coming."

"What? What's coming?" The man asked.

Ben began to back away towards the wall while you stayed right by the bars. Trying to see if you can get a glance of whatever was after you.

"Come on. Come on, don't be an asshole. Okay you need this! Just get us the fuck out of here!" Ben yelled desperately. You turned to him and took a step forward to attempt to comfort and calm him down.

A sudden hand exploded through the wall and grabbed Ben's head, wrapping its large, gloved, fingers tightly around his skull.

"Ben!" You screamed as you stepped back, tripping and falling to a seated position on the floor in a childish way to appear smaller and disappear. You didn't have your gun. You didn't have anything to help him. You had nowhere to go.

The giant hand holding him by the head dragged him up and against the wall to the right, breaking more rows of bricks. Ben screamed in pain before his head was crushed in the tight grasp.

"Oh my god." The man said. Ben was dropped to the ground, head crushed and deformed. Dead.

You sat there and did nothing to help. You did nothing to save your friend. You did nothing to help Katherine. You did nothing to help Ben. You failed him.

You failed them both.

You stared, wide eyed and waited, holding your breath. You were waiting for it to get you next. You stay curled up quietly, hands still covering your head from when the bricks fell. The figure slowly walked away. Leaving you alone in the cell with your dead friend.

You held a hand to your mouth and covered a sob. Tears threatened to fall as you stared at Ben. Just a few minutes ago you were having a conversation. And now he's dead. You panted heavily, on the verge of a panic attack.

How many more people have to die? How many before Umbrella is shut down for good? What do you have to do to just get all of this to stop?

You quickly shook your head and wiped away your tears. You'll have to grieve later.

Your sadness quickly turned to anger. Now, you survive. You survive and go after the bastard who locked you both in here in the first place. Now, you save Katherine.

You stood up and turned to the man. Now noticing another newcomer beside him.

You studied the woman. She wore a trench coat and her silky black hair had a short bob haircut parted to one side. You couldn't really tell from the dark and the large sunglasses on her face, but you think she might be part North Asian, judging by what features you could see. Even though you couldn't see much, you could tell she was beautiful.

"I- I don't even know what happened. It just…happened so quick." The man said to the woman, not noticing you had composed yourself. You stood there and watched them, trying to figure out what type of people you were dealing with.

The woman sighed as she leaned against the bars with a grimace as she looked at Ben's dead body. "I told you to get out of here. Wouldn't want to end up like Ben, would you?"

"You knew him?"

"He was an informant. Had information of use to my investigation." She crossed her arms coldly.

"So what he said was true? What they both said."

"Of course what he said was fucking true!" You shouted, angrily, glaring at the man. How dare he accuse Ben of being a liar. Your rage blinded you for a moment, making you want to bash the man's head against the cell bars.

They turned to look at you and you took a deep breath and sighed, leaning your head against the cool bars in a futile attempt to relieve your growing headache.

"Can you hand me my bag?" You asked, reaching an arm out through the bars, gesturing to your bag lying on the floor and out of your reach.

"Why?" The man asked. You rolled your eyes.

"Because I have something in there that might let you activate the cell panel without having to go searching for the missing pieces. Unless you want to leave me here to die too?" The man had the audacity to look guilty. The look was similar to that of a kicked puppy. You felt your guilt push aside your bubbling rage.

You sighed. "Sorry. That was uncalled for. You wouldn't have been able to let us out in time anyways. He was a lost cause." You deadpanned. It pained you to say those words out loud. But you pushed the feeling aside. Leon went to grab your bag, but was stopped by an arm of the woman beside him. She reached down and grabbed your bag, holding it up just out of reach. You turned to look at the woman with a raised eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?"

"FBI." She flashed you her badge with her free hand, but you barely had time to study it before she put it away. "You worked with Ben, didn't you?"

You looked at her with obvious distrust on your face. "Hmm, maybe. Why, wanna blackmail me for information by dangling my key to freedom in my face?" You asked rhetorically. You knew exactly how this was going to go.

"Not blackmail. Make a deal. I'll let you out if you tell me what I want to know. If you don't, then I won't. From what I've heard, you had gathered more information on Umbrella out of the two of you anyway." The woman said coldly.

"Literally the definition of blackmail, you lunatic. Also, who the hell told you that?" You asked. She just shrugged and you turned to look at the man. "What, you're just gonna let her keep me in here? For what?"

"Well, she's FBI." The man stuttered. He seemed conflicted, but decided to let the FBI lady do her thing.

"Right. Yeah. I don't trust cops or the FBI at the moment. Scratch that. I don't trust anyone or anything to do with the fucking government." you said as you leaned away from the bars and looked to the crumbled wall, purposely avoiding gazing at Ben's dead body.

For all you knew, the FBI was in on all this too.

"Why, cause you're a criminal?" The man asked. You laughed bitterly, anger churning in your chest once more. You turned to face them once more, a fake smile on your face as you mock him with your head tilted to the side.

"Right, you think that because I'm locked in here, huh?" Your smile dropped and you stalk closer and lean against the bars once more, emphasizing your next words. "Well news flash buddy, your Chief of Police is the one that locked me in here. He's a monster. Probably worse than any of the things you've come across in and outside this station since you've come to this city."

"Why? He mutated?" He asked.

"No. Because he's human. And humans are cruel. And people have died in the name of that cruelty. Ben can attest to that."

"Umbrella did that, Y/n. They sent that creature and caused Ben's death and all of the other deaths in the city. Don't you want to stop them?" The woman said, switching tactics. You snorted and let an amused grin slip.

"Oh, I see what you did there. You wanna play that game? Alright, let's play. What's in it for you if I help you, huh?" You paused to think for a moment. Why did this all start to begin with? The G-virus. Those combat men were after it. Pretty much everyone was after it. Why wouldn't she be?

"If I had to guess, it has something to do with a…certain virus? No? Your superiors need it for something?" You can't tell if she reacts thanks to the sunglasses. Maybe that's why she's wearing them at night.

"On the nose, actually. Good for you. My job is to retrieve the G-virus to help take down Umbrella's entire operation. And to do that, I need any information you have regarding them and the G-virus."

"Figures. And you'll just let me out if I promise to tell you?"

"You have my word."

Well, it's not like you have much of a choice here. Maybe you could use this to your advantage.

"Mmhm, alright. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Under one condition though." You starred.

"You're in no place to make demands." The woman scowled slightly.

"Oh? I thought we were gonna make a deal." You snarked. "You let me out first. And you're gonna let me go to the orphanage."

"And why do you need to go to the orphanage?"

"Because Irons took my friend there. And he's going to kill her if I don't get to him first."

"Your friend? Ben's girlfriend?" The man asked.

"You were listening. Yes, Katherine Warren. The mayor's daughter. The bastard left his daughter when things started getting bad with the outbreak. She was left with Irons. Who, by the way, if you're curious, has a history of killing women and turning them into taxidermy. So yeah, I need to get out of here and get to her before I tell you anything."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" The woman asked.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Look in my bag for the files. Most of them are on Irons and his dealings. Some in particular are disturbing memoirs and personal files on his feelings on women and taxidermy. Some are just general knowledge we collected on Umbrella." The woman reached into your bag to grab the files. "Once I get Katherine, I will help you with whatever you want. Now, do we have a deal?"

The woman looked through the first few files and sighed. You were telling the truth. And some information was helpful. She supposed she could let you out now.

"Fine. We have a deal. You get your friend. Then we go to NEST and you help me find the G-virus." She said, holding out your bag.

You sighed in relief and snatched your bag. "Awesome. Thanks a bunch." You dig through your bag and quickly find your pack of gum. You placed your bag on the ground and quickly took out three pieces to use on the electric lock.

"Gum?" You asked as you shoved one in your mouth and opened the other two. The woman shakes her head and the man takes a piece from your hand. You shove the other stick in your mouth and quickly begin folding the pieces of aluminum into squares.

"How is gum supposed to help?" The man asked.

"Gum won't. The wrappers will though. Aluminum conducts electricity. Which will, hopefully, get the electric lock to budge and get me the hell out of here." You said as you finished folding the wrappers.

"Clever." The woman said.

"Thank you. If it works. Here, one of you can place these in the three slots. Please." You added at the end, trying to be polite. Your nerves were on overdrive and you did not want to sit in this cell any longer with the dead body of your friend.

The man takes them from your hand and quickly sticks them in the slots. After some fidgeting, the lock finally dings, letting you out. You turned to Ben's body to grab his recording device and parking pass, giving him one last glance.

"I'm sorry, Ben." You shook your head sadly and walked out of the cell.

"Alright. Go team. Good job." You deadpanned as you tossed the recording device to the woman and rushed to grab your discarded guns from the floor. "That may be useful to you. It was from an interview Ben had with Annette Birkins. What are your name's by the way?" You questioned as you put your handgun on your side and cocked your shotgun. It was fully loaded.

"I'm Leon Kennedy. You are?" The blonde police officer asked.

"Y/n L/n." You both turned to look expectantly at the woman.

"Name's Ada." She huffed simply. What? No last name?

"Cute name. Nice to meet you Ada and Leon." Just as you said that, every cell holding a zombie was let out and you sighed as sirens went off. "Fuck. Okay, time to go."

You mostly tried to avoid zombies as you ran to the exit, Ada and Leon following closely. You shoot every now and then if one gets too close to you for comfort. As you barged through the door, you gasped and froze when you saw a big, human-like creature that wore a trench coat. It sort of reminded you of that thing that was after Jill.

"Ah, the Tyrant I presume?" You asked.

"Keep it busy." Ada said to you and Leon as she ran to the other end of the parking garage. To do what? You didn't know. Hopefully something helpful.

The Tyrant began walking toward you and Leon at a slow but consistent pace. You shot it with your shotgun and it barely reacted. Yeah, a lot like the creature that was chasing Jill.

Leon joined in shooting, but that barely did any damage either. It came at you and you ducked and dodged as it tried swatting at and grabbing you. As you tried getting further away, it grabbed you by your backpack and lifted you off the ground.

This is the first time your damn bag has put you in danger.

The Tyrant quickly wrapped around your neck with its giant hand and started to squeeze tightly. You saw white and your brain flashed back to when Ben was killed mere minutes ago. You gasped and choked and tried to fight it off. Leon tried shooting it. Even throwing a grenade. Nothing was working.

Until a fucking SWAT van came crashing into it at full speed. The creature dropped you as it slammed into the wall and was pinned down by the truck. All movement from the Tyrant paused and you crawled away, gasping and coughing for air.

You composed yourself and stood up as Ada got out of the van.

"Ada?" Leon asked.

"This is getting old. Saving your asses. That's twice for both of you now."

"Didn't realize we were keeping score." Leon said sarcastically.

"Wait, how have you saved me twice?" You asked.

"I gave you your bag while you were in that cell."

"That you took from me."

"Details." Ada smirked slightly, her coldness giving way slightly.

The Tyrant started to push the van away and Ada huffed. "Nothing dies down here." She said, exasperation in her tone. Leon and you raised your guns as the van exploded. The movement stopped.

You and Leon turned and saw Ada holding a remote detonator.

"Hmm, clever." You complimented.

"Thank you." She told you. She seemed almost smug about it

"Leon?" A voice shouted from the other end of the parking garage.

"Claire?" Leon asked as a woman in a ponytail wearing a faded red leather jacket and blue jeans ran up to you.

"Leon! Please tell me you have a way out of here." Claire gasped as she came to a stop.

"Uh, yeah. What's wrong? What happened?" Leon asked, noticing the panic on Claire's face.

"Irons. He took this little girl I found, Sherry. Said that I have to get him this pendant then he'll let her go." Claire explained, holding up the pendant in her palms.

"Did he say where?" You asked her.

She looked at you in surprise, just now realizing the two other people in the room. She nodded. "Yeah, the orphanage."

"Great! I was just heading there. We can go together." You said as you held up the parking pass and began walking to the gate. The other three followed.

"Wait, we're coming with you." Leon said.

"Don't you and Ada have more important matters to attend to? Like getting to NEST." You paused in your step to face them properly.

"Yes, but we had a deal. I'm not letting you out of my sight until you fulfill your end of the bargain." Ada said.

"I'll just meet you there after I'm done."

"How. The only available entrance from what I was told is through the sewers." Ada said.

"Then you were told wrong. There's one in the orphanage too."

"Why would there be one in the orphanage?" Leon asked.

"Where do you think Umbrella gets their test subjects?" Leon looked saddened at the thought. Ada didn't look too surprised. She's probably seen some stuff in her time as FBI.

"Umbrella? NEST? What are you three talking about?" Claire asked, completely left out. You sighed at having to explain again and just stuck to a summarized version.

"Umbrella, the pharmaceutical company. They caused the outbreak. They're the reason that there are monsters running around. Irons is involved. And he also kidnapped Katherine and Sherry. The longer we all sit here talking about this, the more likely someone ends up dead. So if you all wanna come, fine! Let's go, people! I'm going with or without you!" You exclaimed as you marched to the gate and used the pass to open it.

The shutters opened about half way when you ducked under, the rest followed. You led the way out of the station.

"Anything useful on that tape?" Leon asked Ada as she finished listening.

"No. Ben didn't come through. Hopefully she will." Ada said, looking at you as you all walked out into the rain.

"What exactly are you looking for?" Claire asked.

"More info on the people responsible for this mess." Ada said simply. She turned to Leon, wanting to figure out what his goals are in all of this. "What about you, Leon? Trying to save the world?"

"I told Lieutenant Branagh I'd bring help." Leon said.

"Good luck with that." Ada scoffed.

"Marvin Branagh? Is he okay? Last I saw he was freaking out from an injury." You called out as you continued walking ahead.

"No. He was bit. He turned just before I left." Leon explained sadly. You paused and frowned. You sighed and kept moving.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." You see the road wasn't going to work and come upon a familiar shop. "The roads out. We could cut through the gun shop." You go to open it, and find it locked. "Anyone know how to pick locks?"

"Here. Watch out." Ada said as she stepped forward. She kneeled in front of the door and started to pick the lock.

"Are you wearing heels?" You ask incredulously, noticing her shoes for the first time since meeting her.

"Yes." She deadpanned as she unlocked the door. She put her lock pick away and stood once more.

"Heels? In a zombie infested city? How the- really?" You asked. You could never. You kind of envied how easily she moved around in those shoes. Ada snorted.

"Yes, they're heels. It's not a big deal. Come on." Ada opened the door to the shop. "What a mess."

The place was still ransacked. But you all looked around for anything useful left in the shop. You briefly wondered if Kendo had gone. He did promise Jill he would make other arrangements.

You heard a sudden commotion coming from the back of the store.

"Don't move." Kendo said, shotgun raised toward Claire and Leon

"We're not gonna hurt you." Leon started. They move slightly.

"I said DON'T MOVE!" Kendo yelled.

"Woah, Kendo! Hey! Calm down. They're friendly." You told the man, hands raised in the air when the gun is pointed at you.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you left in the subway with Jill." Kendo, questioned, gun still raised. You shook your head.

"I was just helping her. I had something else I had to do. We're just passing through. Can you lower your gun, please?"

"No! I'm sorry, but I don't know you or trust you, Y/n. You're gonna turn around and go right back out the way you came in."

Leon recognizes a little girl standing behind Kendo where the back door is. She looked to be infected. Not quite turned, but almost. He nudged your arm to draw your attention to the girl. Your heart dropped at the sight.

"I think your daughter needs help, sir." Leon said.

Kendo cocked his gun. "Don't tell me how to deal with my daughter."

"Kendo." He turned to glance at you. "Is this why you didn't go with Jill?" You asked, sadly.

He nodded and looked to be fighting tears. "It happened not long before you arrived. Told you it was bad timing." He sounded bitter when he spoke.

"Drop it." Ada said as she appeared, holding up her gun.

Kendo moves to point his gun at her and Leon quickly aimed his gun at Kendo, making him repoint it back at him. Ada aimed her gun at the little girl and Kendo freaked out and stood in front of her, gun still aimed. Claire stood to the side, unsure what to do.

"No! Wait!" Kendo yelled.

"Ada! Leon! No!" You said, standing between them and Kendo.

"Step aside. We need to terminate her before she turns." Ada said coldly. Clearly detached from her emotions at this moment. You kind of wished you could do that as easily as she appeared to. Maybe everything would be easier without emotion.

"Terminate? That's my fucking daughter!" Kendo yelled.

"Stop! Everyone stop! There's been enough death. Let's just go." You said, still standing between the crossfire. You hoped they wouldn't shoot. But you don't know any of them well enough to know for sure what their actions would be.

"Ada. Just let them be." Leon said, putting his gun down.

Ada glanced at you and put her gun down slowly.

"Emma? Sweetheart, I told you to stay put." Kendo told his daughter.

"Daddy…?" Emma rasped. She was struggling to breath and stay counsious. It broke your heart even more just thinking about the pain she must be in.

"Yeah, Emmie. Daddy's here. I'm here okay?" Kendo put his gun down and ran up to hug his daughter. He acknowledged your group with sad eyes, attempting to fight his tears.

"Those fucking things outside. Look at what they did to us. You're a cop. You're supposed to know something-how did this happen? HUH?"

Leon looked at you and Ada. He knew you both know a lot more than him. He knew you could give the man answers. You debated on telling Kendo exactly how this happened. Though, you doubted it would give him any closure. His daughter is dying. Nothing you could say would make this better. It was already too late.

"We don't know exactly how, Kendo." A lie. But what use would the information be to him? "But know that we are going to stop it. We are going to make sure nothing else like this can ever happen again." You weren't sure if you could, but you will certainly try.

"She was our sweet little angel." Kendo cried.

"Mommy….?" Emma asked weakly. Kendo looked even more upset. You didn't have to guess what happened to his wife.

"Mommy's sleeping honey. Okay? And I'm gonna put you to bed too. Okay?...Emma." Kendo picks his gun up and then his daughter. He slowly walked back to the back door they had come from.

"Just go… Just give us some privacy." He slammed the door behind them. You closed your eyes and flinched from the sound. He didn't deserve this. No one did.

"You know it's one thing to keep the truth from me. But why him?" A gunshot went off from the back room. You sighed sadly and crossed your arms, trying to detach yourself from your current reality. "I wanna find out what's happening here. And stop whoever's behind it. Helping people like them…that's why I joined the force."

"My mission is to take down Umbrella's entire operation. We may not make it out." Ada reminded him.

"Whatever it takes to save this city…count me in." Leon said.

You shook your head and began walking out to the back alley. Claire immediately followed behind, eager to get to Sherry as she was worried what Irons would do to her.

"Yay. We can all play hero tonight. First, the orphanage." You said darkly. You need to get to Katherine and Sherry. You need to end Irons reign of terror.

One way or another, you will make him pay.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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Resting head in partner's lap for Peter and Arthur?

The bartender and his best customer, a match made in heaven~

Obviously for my human Arthur au, since it's the only one I have with these two, haha.

On with the fic!

The movie they were watching was quite terrible, Arthur wasn't going to lie, but he was going to keep his mouth shut. It's not that it was the worst he'd ever seen, but he just wasn't a big fan of horror movies like Peter was. However, it was his boyfriend's turn to pick the movie, and he decided on some nonsense from the eighties.

Said boyfriend was sprawled on the long couch in his penthouse, one leg resting on the back, the other on the cushions, a strong drink was resting on his chest with a lid and a bendy straw so he could drink without making a mess.

His head was resting on Arthur's lap, and he had been using it as a pillow since the moment he laid down. He was making comments about the film, either complaints about the special effects, or some odd trivia he knew.

"This is," Arthur frowned, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch, "a bit more... bloody than you said it would be."

"Oh yeah, I mean, it's infamous for this scene in particular. Look at that blood spray! Had to build a whole room specifcally just for this one effect!"

"I see..." Arthur was very much not a fan of the contents on the large screen before them, but Peter put up with them watching Arthur's choice last week, and that's only because one of the characters seemed to look like Arthur to him. He was now asking the bartender to grow a beard because he could clearly pull it off..

Yes, no, that was not happening any time soon.

"Sorry." Peter sighed and looked up at Arthur. "I know it's not your type of movie."

"It's your type, dear." Arthur commented, using his free hand to brush a few stray bangs from that pretty face. "Granted, I am not a fan of blood and gore, and terribly dressed villains, I rather like when we spend time like this."

"You do?"

"Yes, it's just the two of us, alone, having a nice time together. And besides, you deal with my movie choices."

"Well... I mean, they're not all bad. You just like more serious stuff, or period dramas."

"I liked the last movie you picked."

"Well, yeah, Silence of the Lambs is a classic, 'course you'd like a thriller over a slasher."

Arthur nodded, he'd rather watch something that made him think than feel like he was going to lose his dinner. "You liked when I picked out that King one."

"The Shining? Cause that's also a classic! And your bar kinda looks like the one in that movie, all old school and quiet, sophisticated, and here comes the deranged famous guy who sits down for a drink while you, the handsome bartender in red, gets him that drink."

The bartender laughed and started to run his fingers through Peter's hair, gently dragging his nails, and getting a very pleased noise in response. "You think you're deranged?"

"Well, I probably looked the part the first few times I came in covered in blood and ash." Peter smiled and relaxed under the touches. "Alright, I'll leave slasher movies off the list of my movie selections next time. How are you on monster films?"

Arthur sighed. "Depends, I rather like the classics over some of the more... sexual content."

"Is that a dig at my show."

"Maybe."

"Ouch, okay, fair." Peter laughed. "Alright, I'll pick out classics, for you." He was quiet for a moment before he smirked. "I'm including the Hammer Horrors in that."

"I don't believe I know what those are." The smirk only grew and Arthur feared he might have to do a bit of research later.

In case you're wondering, they're watching Nightmare on Elm Street (which really did have to build a whole room for the infamous blood fountain scene). Arthur's choice was Far From the Madding Crowd. Peter will deny that he cried watching it, he will also deny that he yelled at the TV in William's defense.

I will deny that I did the same thing.

#arthur x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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law-iess · 2 years

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❝ of absinthe and wine ❞

pairing: hyunjin x oc genre: fluff, romance, slight angst, hyunjin-centric, au, non-idol synopsis: someone's first drink can tell you everything about a person... or nothing at all. tw/cw: alcohol, drinking, profanity and cursing chapter word count: 1.08k

author's note/s: wrote this completely off the top of my head with barely any editing so please bear with me~ first fic (attempt) on this app. let me know if i missed anything!

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HYUNJIN

She comes in like a panther. Soundless. Hyunjin didn't even notice she was sitting at the bar until she set her satchel down with a clatter, shell keychains tinkling over the marble top.

"Do you serve absinthe?"

It's a weird first question. Hyunjin arches an eyebrow, staring her down to see if she was kidding. She wasn't. Her sharp brown eyes look back into his as she lifts her own eyebrow in response. Her lips pucker to the side. Pink but not the kind of pink that girls usually have when they have makeup on.

"We do," he says slowly, polishing the scotch glass in his hand before setting it below the bar. "What are you looking for?"

He watches her eyes sweep across the array of colorful bottles behind him.

"Don't give me the diluted shit," she says pointedly as if it's something she always says. "And I want it louched."

"That's an odd request," Hyunjin tells her. "What are you, eighteen or eighty?"

"Twenty-three," she replies with a clipped tone. "Do you need to check my ID or something? I thought they did that at the door."

"Just making sure," Hyunjin chuckles, grabbing the bottle and an absinthe spoon to go with the glass. "It's not every night girls come in here asking for absinthe right off the bat."

"I'm sure you take note of all the girls' orders every night," she retorts while watching him prop the spoon on the glass and place a sugar cube on top, letting the ice water from the tap drip onto it slowly.

"I have know my clients," he says, wiping his hands on the rag on his shoulder and leaning against the bar. "I don't think I've seen you before."

Hyunjin knows everyone. Even that is an understatement. He knows everything about everyone. It's the best things about being behind the bar. He didn't really do it for the cash, though Chan pays him generously for never skipping a night, even when there's a new hire on the clock or if he's drop dead tired from another wild day. That's why he takes even more interest in the girl. Because he knows nothing about her. Not even a whisper.

She's smaller than him, he can already tell with the way her elbows are propped on the bartop. Long, wavy brown tresses that cover a bit of her face as she stares down at her phone, thick lashes, and an earful of cuff earrings.

"Have you met everyone on Earth before?" she snaps back.

And she's snarky. Hyunjin files the thought into the new folder in his head. She must have noticed she'd been nothing but shit since she came in. She clears her throat, dragging a hand through her hair.

"Sorry," she winces. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. I'm new here, as you probably can tell."

He could tell. She sticks out like a sore thumb. Her jeans and loose flannel already made her an alien in a sea of skanky clothes and sweaty bodies. Adding to that is her sitting at the bar alone, talking to the bartender of all people.

Hyunjin likes that he's the last option people talk to in here. It gives him the clarity to absorb the stories that linger behind the loud music. His ears are the only thing that makes him indispensable. None of the Kids can hear better than him. He doesn't dislike the conversation the girl is bringing up, nor does he complain about the numerous questions springing into his head at her presence.

"What made you move?" He asks, sensing a slight lift in her mood. He stops the ice water tap just right, pushing the glass towards her. "Looking for that fresh outlook in life or something?"

"I don't know," she replies, sipping her drink. Her eyes widen, taking in the taste and the burn and the sweet that comes with it. "Okay that is nice."

"I try." Hyunjin lets the indirect compliment go to his head. "Try not to down all of it at once. It'll be a bitch in the head to wake up to."

"Well I think I can be bitchier." She takes another swing. "We'll see who's complaining about who tomorrow morning I guess."

Hyunjin might already know the answer. He grabs a glass below-counter and pours his own drink, a new bottle of beautifully aged wine. It's a dirty pleasure of his, wine for every occasion. Wine gets him buzzed but not wasted. Just enough to let loose but not enough to get him hungover.

"So," he starts. "You live around here?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He appreciates the vague answer. Girls shouldn't be too trusting. Relief settles in his chest when she doesn't give more details. She tips the glass back with a last gulp, swallowing the rest of the green drink. He watches her throat bob with the liquid before tearing his eyes away.

"Slow down," he says with a nervous laugh. "Drink's not going anywhere."

"It's a decent drink," she shrugs. "Can't say the same for most bars in the area."

Hyunjin scoffs, puffing his chest proudly. "They sell the diluted shit. My boss serves only the best here. Helps keep the respect."

"I can see that." She trails her eyes across the room, finally taking in the lights, the booths, the people. "I have a feeling I just finally found a decent bar in town."

"Sounds to me like I'll be seeing you around often." Hyunjin didn't mean for it to sound like flirting, though that must be how she took if judging from the slight widening of her eyes. She recovers quickly, however, shaking it away.

"You might," she instead says, riding along. "It's not like I have much of a choice and that happens to be my favorite drink."

"I'll make sure to keep my shelves stocked." For the first time tonight, a genuine grin settles on Hyunjin's face. "What do I call you?"

She purses her lips again. He watches her. Watches her as she draws small circles on the bar top. Watches her eyes shoot towards the empty glass beside her elbow.

"Absinthe," she finally replies, satisfied with her answer. Hyunjin doesn't push it, despite the tugging curiosity.

"What do I call you?" She asks. When he lifts his eyebrows again, she clarifies. "So I know who's the bartender I need to mix my drinks."

Hyunjin smiles again. The second time tonight. He glances at his own glass.

"Wine."

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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HAUNTED

Pairing: D:BH!CONNOR x HUMAN!READER (gender neutral)

Words: 4.058

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! mention of suicide; odd behavior; cursing; hurt - comfort;

A/N: Another day - another request...

I really hope you like it! Thanks again for your idea.

Synopsis: You are a Detective of the DPD and had worked many cases with Hank. Until something went utterly wrong. Since then, you get haunted by your past until you see only one last way out. Luckily, Connor is there to help you.

"You know you don't have to do this.", you said serious.

Sara pulled the wire of the bug underneath her shirt before it got taped on her back, "Yes, but I want to. I have to. I owe it to my sister to do this. She shall find peace finally and like the Lieutenant said, me as her twin, I have the best chance to get this bastard. He doesn't know that she's dead. Therefore, I'm your best chance to get the information you need, Detective."

"Detective..."

"Detective."

"Detective, YLN!"

As if awakening from a deep trance like state, you focused back on reality as your name got called out. Haunted by your typical dark memories, you hadn't even noticed where you were. Slowly, you opened your eyes. The owner of the calm male voice stood on the outside of your car, next to the window of the driver seat, and looked concerned at you through the glass.

You blinked several times. The sun, which already fell through your windshield because it stood so high in the morning sky, made you blind for several moments and as you moved, you noticed your aching back and neck from sleeping in the car in an unhealthy position. Obviously, you had knocked yourself out with booze again.

"Detective YLN, my name's Connor. I'm your new partner. I'm the android sent by CyberLi- I got sent from Captain Fowler to meet you. Rather, he sent me to find you because you missed a meeting this morning. And now, he wants to see you.", Connor said and watched you. Even if he had already learned a lot about human behavior from Hank, there were still some mysteries to solve.

Like: why are you sleeping in a car in a position that harms eighty percent of your muscle tissue through soreness and lets your bones and joints burn like fire when you move?

Or: why are you drunk this early in the morning-

"Hey, tin can! Shut the fuck up!", you shouted.

Connor stared at you in shock as he realized that he had asked the questions out loud instead of just thinking about them. A habit he started with as Hank had left the DPD to retire finally, "I'm sorry, Detective. I haven't notice-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... what do you want, Carlos?", you asked, searching for your flask you couldn't find.

"My name's Connor, Detective. And as I said, Captain Fowl-"

"Oh, yeah... the meeting... right. Get in the car.", you ordered and even if Connor was sure that it wasn't a good idea for you to drive in the state you were, he also knew that any kind of discussion would lead to nowhere. He still knew that from his time with Hank.

Twenty minutes later, for a way that only took ten minutes usually, you, followed by Connor, entered the DPD which was crowded with androids, policemen and people who were complaining about some uninteresting nonsense. You made your way through all these people, trying to dodge as many colleagues as you could - but of course, one of them caught you. Like always.

"Hey, YN! This is the DPD and not some bar. You won't find any kind of booze around here."

"Just shut the fuck up, Reed! Or otherwise, I will tell everyone that you own some pair of bright pink panties- oh, upsi! My bad!", you called out, gleaming at him with a smirk. Everyone started to laugh.

Gavin stared at you with a hate-filled glance, he was fuming, "Fuck you!", he muttered.

"Oh, sweet. That's all you got, Reed?", you shot back with a grin.

But before Gavin could respond to anything, Captain Fowler stepped out of his office, "Detective YLN! In my office!"

"And? Who's laughing now?", Gavin said with a smirk and winked at you before he left the DPD to do some work.

Connor closed the door of the office behind him as you were inside. You walked over to the Captain's desk to sit down in one of the chairs but even without looking up you sensed the anger radiating from your boss. It was tangible in the air. Without asking, you took one of the fresh glasses on Fowler's desk to throw an aspirin into it. Then, you pulled out the flask you had found finally to fill the glass with a transparent liquid.

Fowler watched you, half shocked and half concerned, "What are you doing?"

"Taking an aspirin, Sir. I have a murderous headache."

"And what was in the flask if I may ask?"

"Vo- uhm... water. Just water, Sir.", you answered before you gulped down the bubbling mixture.

Fowler looked from you at Connor who also seemed to be concerned about the fact that you had mixed pharmaceuticals with alcohol before the Captain looked back at you, "Where have you been this morning? We had a meeting."

You put the empty glass back on the desk, "Oh, yeah... the meeting. I'm sorry, Sir. I was on observation and obviously, I lost track of time.", you explained, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the aspirin and ‘water’ to do its magic.

"Observation, huh? For what case? What's the file number?", Fowler asked, leaning back in his own seat, folding his hands in front of him while waiting for your answer.

"Oh, yeah... the file number. One moment, Sir-"

Fowler slammed his plane hand on the desk's surface that you were jumping in your seat, "Cut this shit, god dammit! You have no file number because you have no current case, Detective! Let me guess, Connor had found you sleeping in your car, right? How many nights had it been this time?"

You kept eye contact but you gave him no answer. You just gritted your teeth and pressed your jaws together.

Fowler sighed, "Listen, YN, you're a great Detective but since the things with Sara happened-"

"No!", you called out, jumping from your chair and stopping the Captain mid-sentence with your sudden outburst, "We won't talk about this!", you said serious before you turned around to let your glance roam through the office with all the busy people, "Alright, Sir. What's the matter with the android? Monitoring what I do and what I don't do?"

"Connor is the former partner of Hank-"

"Oh and now, Hank doesn't want to play with it anymore so you give it to the next screwed up cop you can find?", you asked, turning around to look at Connor with his fancy clothes and neat hairstyle before you looked back at the Captain.

"Hank retired two weeks ago. I thought you knew that.", Fowler said and looked even more concerned at you.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't get invited to any funny parties nor did I got a notification. But who cares. So, the android's with me then? How long?", you asked emotionlessly.

"It's your partner now. Brief it into your cases-"

You stepped forward, aiming for the door, "Cases, Sir? What cases? You already said I have none.", you pointed out while leaving the office.

Fowler watched after you, not amused about your unpredictable behavior and the fact that you were carrying a gun.

"Sir?", Connor asked and brought the Captain back from his thoughts.

"Yeah... Listen... as you can see YN has a few problems. They used to be a good cop in the past until one of the cases they and Hank had operated went wrong. The anniversary is in two days and I fear... well...", Captain Fowler stopped himself, watching you grabbing a coffee from the kitchen.

"I will keep an eye on them.", Connor said and left the office as well.

Connor was surprised how carelessly you were in managing your cases - even if it were just a few. There was nothing special or difficult and yet, you weren't able to file the cases properly, "Detective, this report here, I'm not sure to which case it belongs.", Connor asked as he had read an interview of a woman who had reported her dog as missing. Added to that, the interview was part of a file about an armed theft in the heart of the city. There was no connection at all to these two cases.

Without looking up, you took a folder from your desk to hand it over to Connor, "Yeah...here. That's the case you're searching for."

Connor took the case and skimmed through the pages several times before he looked at you, frowning, "Detective, this is a file about a stolen android.", he pointed out.

"Yeah, just ... put the page in this file. I'm sure it will be right.", you said, ignoring the android's expression.

"Detective, I'm not sure-"

"Excuse me, I need some more coffee.", you cut him off, standing up to aim for the kitchen with your mug in your hands.

"And I thought Hank was challenging.", Connor whispered under his breath and shook his head while he still tried to figure out which pages were parts of which cases.

"You're a murderer, Detective! That you still think yourself as worthy enough to call yourself a cop is way out of my understanding!", a jarring, female voice echoed through the office and drew the attention of everyone to her and to the person that stood in front of her - you.

Connor craned his head to watch the scene like everyone else did. But while the attention of the others was because of curiosity and spitefulness, Connor watched you and your bodily reaction to the woman's accusations. You stood there like a timid fawn. The cockiness you presented before seemed to be gone completely. Your heart rate increased, you were shaking and your eyes became big as if you were intimidated by the woman in front of you. The woman stepped even closer and Connor watched, surprised, that you stayed where you were. Easily, you could have escaped the unknown woman and yet you stayed rooted to the spot.

"Because of you I lost both of my daughters! I already have lost the one and yet, you thought it would be fair to take the other away from me as well!", the woman screamed erratic, tears were already running down her cheeks but she was still not able to stop herself and no one else was brave enough to step into the scene, "You and your partner will pay for what you have done! You will burn in hell for that!"

"Chris! Escort Mrs. Mason into my office!", Captain Fowler ordered and stopped the woman's outburst even if it was a bit too late.

Connor saw tears building in the corners of your eyes. Quickly, your glance scanned the area but the only way you could find was the way out. You aimed for the precinct's main entrance to leave the building in a hurry. Connor followed you. He ran through the office and left the building as well but as he stepped onto the pavement you were nowhere to be seen. Like a ghost, you had vanished between all the other pedestrians.

Hank had just taken a new beer to watch the next half of the Detroit Gears game as someone rang his doorbell. In the penetrant way how this person used his doorbell and the way how Sumo reacted, Hank knew who the visitor was, "Connor, hey. What are you doing here? It's a bit too early to go for a walk with Sumo.", the older man said but he already saw that something else was bothering the android.

"Yeah, actually, I'm not here because of Sumo.", Connor said.

Hank let him in and Connor came straight to the point that kept him busy, "One year ago, you and Detective YLN had a case together. But something went wrong. What exactly happened? I couldn't find the case file."

Hank frowned, "Why do you ask?"

"Captain Fowler teamed me up with Detective YLN because of the anniversary of this case. He's concerned about the instability of their constitution."

Hank shook his head. He missed working with the android but he didn't miss the long-winded explanations of him. Then, suddenly, he became serious again, "Instability, huh?"

"Yes. They seem to be so unpredictable in their behavior that Captain Fowler fears something worse will happen because the anniversary would be in two days. I ... I found them this morning sleeping in their car.", Connor explained with a frown.

Hank raised his brows in surprise and at the same time, he felt worried, "YN and I, we... In the past, we worked together on some cases. Well, that changed with our last case. Lynn and Sara Mason.", he said slowly, feeling the pain stinging his heart as he remembered what had happened one year ago.

"Why couldn't I find much about it in the archives of the DPD?"

Hank stood up from the couch, walking over to the book shelf to pull something out that was hidden between his several jazz vinyl. He walked back to Connor, offering the android the case file but stopped as Connor was grabbing for it, "You just can find the basics of this case because I kept it printed. Some wounds are so deep, it's better if not everyone is able to find a tool to reopen them all over again.", he said and gave Connor the file finally.

***

The next day, Connor drove again to your place and was happy to see that you weren't sleeping in your car again. As he knocked at your door, you opened him with a smile. You had taken a shower, your hair was still damp and your clothes were all fresh and clean. Connor noticed that you weren't accompanied by the scent of alcohol and he even couldn't smell anything in your breath as you talked with him.

"I... I want to apologize, Connor. Our start yesterday wasn't the best. I'm looking forward to working with you. I'm sure we will make a great team."

Connor knew you just one day, not enough to understand a person completely, and yet he had the strange feeling of something going on that occupied his mind suddenly by the way you acted.

"Oh, can you call a taxi?", you asked while sipping on your coffee.

"What happened to your car, Detective?", Connor asked surprised while ordering the vehicle.

You smiled at him, "Oh, I sold it. I will have no use of it anymore. And please, call me YN."

To Connor's surprise, your behavior stayed kinda strange even if he couldn't say what it was exactly. You and Connor went early to the DPD. On your way in, you talked with colleagues. You joked with Chris and as Gavin entered the kitchen, you pressed a cup of coffee into the Detective's hand which left him utterly confused.

Gavin stopped Connor by stepping into his way, "Hey, tin can. Is this coffee drugged or what is going on here?"

In the way Gavin looked at Connor, the android noticed real unease, "No, Detective. The coffee is not drugged or anything. I guess others would call it 'tasty'. You can drink it.", he said but looked frowning at you. As Connor left Gavin, the green-eyed man was still sniffing suspiciously on the hot liquid as if the mug might contain acid instead of his most favorite beverage.

Connor went back to the desk opposite of yours and was surprised to see how you cleared out the different pages of the case files. Several small piles were lying in front of you while you tried to bring them into the right order and to collate them.

Later that day, Connor was puzzled as you went to the Captain to apologize to him as well as you had done it with Connor in the beginning of the day. You apologized for your behavior the day before and of all the past weeks, "I know I did a few things wrong, Captain. But I promise to change that in the future. In fact, the change will happen soon and then, everyone will be pleased with me again.", you said before you took your jacket to leave the precinct.

Connor looked at the Captain and saw on the man's face what he was thinking: strange.

‘Strange’ was the only word Connor could find to describe your work day even although you were acting practically perfect. You were nice. You had sorted your cases. You had apologized for your behavior. And yet, something was odd. Something felt wrong. Connor sensed that something was ... going on. But he couldn't put his finger on it. So, out of instinct, Connor followed you and drove to your place with a taxi.

As he knocked at your door, you opened, smiling at him and dressed in a bathrobe, "Oh, Connor, hey. What is it? I just wanted to take a bath."

Surprised, Connor looked at you. He was sure you had taken a shower this morning so there was no need to take a bath and then, he reminded himself that he still had not much knowledge about humans and their several oddities, "Yeah, I ... I just wanted to ask if everything is alright, Detective.", he said honestly.

You smiled at him, "Of course, Connor. Everything is more than alright. I just need some time to relax and tomorrow, everything will make sense to you and the others. Thanks for checking on me, that means a lot to me. Goodnight.", you said and closed the door.

Connor stared at your closed door for several moments before he stepped slowly back to walk down the hallway. Since he turned deviant, Connor's systems needed a bit longer to process information - not much, it were just seconds, but sometimes that could be more than enough.

As Connor was still connecting the different dots and hints you had spread the whole day, Hank called him, "Connor! Where are you?"

"I'm leaving YN's place. They want to take a bath. Why? What's the matter?", Connor asked as he sensed the slightly concerned undertone in Hank's voice.

"You have to go back, Connor! Go back to them! YN hates to bath!", Hank demanded worried.

Even if Connor was confused, he turned around, walking back the way to your apartment, "Hank?"

"I just got a letter from YN. It got brought by a delivery man. It's a handwritten suicide letter. Hurry and stop them!", Hank ordered.

Connor ended the call, hurried down the corridor and without knocking, he broke down the door of your apartment. Quickly, Connor ran through your small apartment, already seeing the door of your bathroom ajar. He stormed into the room and the second his eyes landed on you lying in the bathtub with the razor blade between your fingers, he was by your side, taking the blade away to throw it into a far corner before you could even cut. Slowly but demanding, Connor dragged you out of the water, took a towel and laid it around your shaking frame because you already were ice cold. Obviously, you had filled the bathtub with cold water to support a fast sleep while your blood would have drained from your body after the cut.

You were screaming and yelling for Connor to let go of you. You demanded the razor back and that he should leave your apartment but Connor ignored everything. You punched against his chest with your fists but Connor stayed unimpressed, determined to save your life. With a strong grip, he wrapped you into the towel and also laid the bathrobe around your shoulders before he guided you out of the bathroom. You were still struggling in Connor's arms to get free. All you wanted was to end what you had started. Desperate, hot tears were running down your cheeks as you were crying violently about the fact that you were still alive. Alive and alone with the memories which were still haunting you like mean demons.

Connor placed you on the couch, sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around your frame to give you even more support and comfort while you cried against his chest, "Please, just let me die...", you cried out between two heavy sobs.

"No, Detective. I have to refuse your request."

"Cut this 'Detective' shit. Just call me YN, god damnit.", you whimpered helplessly because now, everything was just worse than you had expected. You had planned everything and yet, the android was there to destroy your neatly made plans, "What are you even doing here, Connor?"

"Hank received your letter and called me right on time."

You leant closer against Connor's chest with closed eyes, seeking the android’s presence while cursing about yourself, "Hell, the letter. I should have changed the delivery time to a later one. Then, everything would be over. All the pain. All the guilt. All the haunting.", you breathed with a sad voice.

Connor tightened the embrace around you even more, "It's about Sara Mason and her sister, isn't it?", he whispered softly, placing his chin on top of your head to enclose you even more.

You nodded, not surprised that Connor already knew it, "Yeah... it's my fault that Sara died. It's my fault that her mother lost both daughters.", you cried out, clawing into Connor's white shirt with your fingers.

"Well, I read the file. Sara came up with the idea to get bugged and to infiltrate the drug dealer who had killed her sister Lynn. I mean, the idea was good. It was just bad luck that the dealer already knew about Lynn's death and looked right through the façade you and Hank had planned.", Connor said softly. To calm you even more, he stroked soothingly over your back with his hands.

You leant back to look into the android's face and for the first time, you noticed the incredibly intense, brown color of his soft eyes, "Y-you don't understand. Not even Hank knew that but Sara didn't come up with the idea to get bugged on her own. I dropped this idea as I was alone with her and manipulated her to think it was her own idea. I mean, how evil can someone be to do this, huh?", you asked, closing your eyes about this painful memory.

Connor cupped your face, knowing that humans needed physical contact to feel secure and safe and he wanted to provide you both as well as he could. He was glad to see that you opened your eyes again and that you stayed where you were, "Listen, neither you nor Hank nor someone else could have known every single possibility in this case. The idea was good. The Captain said the same in his official statement. But ... Look, kid, sometimes bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it.", he said softly.

Through a sob of new tears because Connor was the first for a very long time that was caring about you this much, you chuckled low, "Have you... did you just quote the Lion King to cheer me up?"

Connor looked slightly caught with a sheepishly smile playing around his lips, "Yeah... Hank said I should improve my knowledge about pop culture. I binge watched all the Disney movies I could find last week. I thought this quote was suitable... Or did I have done it wrong?"

You chuckled a bit more about his innocence and strong will to help you, "No, it was pretty good. Thanks for... you know... thanks for being here with me.", you whispered low, feeling your cheeks reddening.

Connor leant back on your couch, bringing you close to his chest so you could snuggle against him, "I'm your partner now, YN. And partners are looking out for each other. You can count on me no matter what it is.", he said softly and after five minutes where he just stroked comforting over your back, he noticed your even breathing that told him that you had fallen asleep. Hank called and without making too much noise, Connor briefed his former partner that you were alright.

You were still alive. You still had a long way to go to leave your haunting ghosts behind but Connor was sure you would make it. You were strong enough to do it - and he would be by your side to support you as promised.

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gallavichthings · 3 years

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This week I interviewed someone who, despite being really new to the fandom, has already made for themselves: Arrow aka Arrowflier/ @arrowflier. Aside from several short stories here on Tumblr, they’ve also written Marriage, Mickey, and Milk of the Gods, Eighty-Seven Percent (Anatomy of a Heart), Burn Out the Sun and several others, including several on-going projects.

Also, I found out what a spectrometrist does.

A: I'm 30 years old, though when I go out I'm often mistaken for much younger. I got my PhD in analytical chemistry about three years ago, and moved from one midwest college town to another (where I currently work as a mass spectrometrist), both only hours from the city where I grew up. So you could definitely say I'm a homebody, and I like my comfort zone! That said, I've had some amazing opportunities to travel over the years, and love exploring as long as I get to go home after.

GT: I’m sorry but I have no idea what an spectometrist does. Could you explain it a bit to us and also what made you choose this career? It sounds so interesting! What was your favorite place to visit?

A: I won't get into the nitty gritty, but basically I use really expensive instrumentation to identify, detect, and quantfify trace levels of contaminants like pesticides in a variety of matrices: crops, soil, water, etc. When I first decided to major in chemistry in undergrad it was on a whim, and since then I've focused mainly on environmental applications because it's so important to the health of not just people, but everything else too.

So far I think I have to say Germany in general; I really love it there. It's also the only other country I've been to more than once--first in high school as part of a trip with other young musicians throughout my state, and then again for a three month internship in undergrad. People tend to think this is odd, but one of the things I miss the most is the public transportation...and the bakeries on every corner, of course! I lived right off the Duesseldorf Altstadt, and it was absolutely beautiful there with festivals all the time.

When I am home, I cycle through hyperfixations on several hobbies: reading, writing, and crafting, mostly. Before I decided to dive into this fandom, I spent most evenings knitting or crocheting in front of the tv, and even joined an internet-based crafting competition (reward: bragging rights).

GT: I' A crafting competition? That's cool! Have you ever made anything fandom inspired? 👀

A: Well I haven't made anything Shameless related just yet--though I've talked about making some little Ian and Mickey figures recently--but I've made things based on other fandoms. Here's a pic of one of the things I'm most proud of, my first double-knitting (reversible) project from a few years ago:

GT: That looks great!

A: What else...I have pretty major (but medicated) anxiety and am extremely open about it, like being by myself, and adore my dog (who lives with my parents a few hours away) more than anything.

GT: If you've read these interviews before you know I'm about to ask for a picture of that dog...

A: My furry baby:

Unfortunately, I just found out about an hour ago that he has a very aggressive oral cancer and won't be with us much longer, but right now he's feeling pretty good and happy.

GT: Awn, I'm so sorry about your dog. He's a cutie and I'm sure he gives you a lot of love.

Tell about your relationship with fanfiction. When did you first come across it?

A: I want to say middle school, maybe about 2005? I'm pretty sure I tried to search for something specific I was wondering about a book, and instead of a canonical answer, I found a fic and dove right in. I would sit at the family desktop in my parent's room and browse ff.net and LJ while I was supposed to be doing homework; thankfully I always cranked out assignments fast so it worked out, haha.

I read for a lot of little fandoms at first, and loved discovering that other people had some of the same thoughts I did about the characters. Back then I was mostly in it either for closure or because I wasn't ready for something to end. Now it's an immediate instinct: see or read something I like, then go see what other people have turned it into.

GT: Ah, FF.net and LJ, those bring out memories!

What was the fandom? Did you write for it too?

A: I want to say the very first one was Good Omens, back when it was just a book, but fics for video games were some of my first as well, specifically Skies of Arcadia: Legends and Tales of Symphonia because I had just discovered my ongoing love of JRPGs.

While I've had ideas for other fandoms, Shameless was the very first one I actually participated in, much less wrote for--my first fic ever was only posted on April 25th this year!

GT: I am reading Good Omens right now! I've already seen the show though.

Wow, you write a lot for someone so new to fanfiction! What made you want to start?

A: You know, I'm honestly not sure what was different to make me finally go for it! I periodically work on originals but hadn't written anything at all for a pretty long time--over a year I think.

But there's so much in Shameless that can be expanded on, and I just wanted to try! Besides that, I was lurking here on Tumblr and seeing what a great community it was, and figured writing was my way to become a part of it.

GT: The fandom is pretty great indeed, and very large nowadays. When did you start watching Shameless?

A: So that's kind of funny too...because I also started watching just this year! I don't know exactly when, but probably around February? I caught up just in time to watch the very last episode the night it aired.

GT: Good for you, you didn't have to suffer through our trials and tribulations lol

Did you binge the whole thing? What was your favorite episode?

A: I binge watched the hell out of it, haha. Totally obsessed once my coworker finally convinced me to give it a try. My favorite episode is definitely the gallavich wedding--I knew most of their story already, at least in general, so I totally cheated and watched bits of that one in between angstier episodes as a palate cleanser. I really needed that to get through season 8, especially.

GT: Is the wedding your favorite scene?

A: Hmm, favorite individual scene is much harder! I'd say it's a tie between the wedding, Mickey coming out, and "Holy fuck".

GT: What would you change in canon if you could change one thing?

A: I'd definitely get rid of Terry walking in on them and the following events. I get the place it has in the story, but it was just too much. While other things are difficult or don't seem to fit, that's the one thing I just can't handle.

GT: Who are your favorite characters aside from them?

A: That definitely varied throughout the series! Kev and V always had a special place in my heart for being such a constant even when they were struggling. But by the end, Carl was pretty high up there--I think he showed a lot of growth while still being himself.

GT: Do you write them as well or just Ian and Mickey?

A: So far they've only shown up as brief side characters, mostly because I find it harder to write them in a way that feels authentic yet. I'd like to get more into other characters though, and tentatively plan to do character studies for them at some point in the future.

GT: Do you ever include original characters in your fics?

A: I do! They mostly just spring up along the way; I start writing them and see what happens. But most of the characters in my outsider POV series (Meet the Neighbors) are original, and I started a kid!fic that will have OCs as well.

GT: What do you base them on?

A: Nothing in particular, honestly. I don't base them on real people or other characters, at least on purpose. I just start with the basic background that I think makes sense for the story, and let them grow from there. It mostly turns out ok I think, though sometimes they turn out a bit different than I expected!

GT: What inspires your stories?

A: Just about anything and everything! Lately I've mostly been letting other people inspire me with prompts, because there's something really special about writing something you know at least one person is really looking forward to. And a lot of it has been in the vein of "missing scenes", things I wish we had gotten to see on screen, or fix-its. If I can't think of something but want to write, I just sit for a bit and let my mind wander until something sticks.

I also have about a million crossover/AU ideas, because I like plunking my favorite characters into established situations and seeing how that twists it. Because most of the time you can't just merge stories like that and expect them to come out intact--it's sort of a character study on its own to discover how different stories will bend around different people.

GT: What kind of fics do you write the most?

A: Oh gosh, there's so many already I'm not even sure, haha. I'm thinking the majority of my ficlets are post-canon scenarios, which I really do enjoy, and either fluff or hurt/comfort. Because Mickey and Ian deserve good things, but they're not always great at letting themselves have them.

Most of my longer ideas are AU though; I'm just working much more slowly on them.

GT: Which fic you've written are you most proud of?

A: I think I have to say my very first one: F*ck the Stars. It's not that it's my best or my most popular, but it was a really big deal for me to put out there. I still kind of can't believe I actually did, and that I keep doing it!

GT: Which fics and authors in the fandom are your most favorite?

A: Does it sound like a cop-out if I say I can't pick? Really though, I can't--there's just so much talent, and I haven't even made my way through all the fandom classics yet. That said, whenever I see a fantasy AU it shoots right to the top of the list.

Two of my current fantasy favorites came out of you hosting Gallavich Week this year: Bad for Business by Ravenheart [@sunoficarus] and Lest They Say, Here Be Dragons by RageSeptember [@gallavictorious]. Then there's a witch in wicker park by horror_business [@damnnmilkovich], another taste of divine rush by kissteethstainred, and on a slightly different note Thicker Than Forget by @wehangout.

That doesn't even scratch the surface of works (or authors) I adore, and my to-read list is so long it's scary, but it's one little niche I'm very fond of that doesn't always get a lot of attention.

GT: You're right, it doesn't, so thanks for sharing your favorites with us!

So, fantasy is definitely one of your favorite themes/tropes, right? What else catches your attention when you're looking for fics to read?

A: Absolutely! Fantasy is all I read anymore outside of fic, so I love it when those things cross.

I'm also a sucker for just about any fic centered on misunderstandings, as long as there's a happy ending, usually where they both fall for each other and think they're the only one. It's my not-so-guilty pleasure.

Other than that, I love lots of description, things other people would probably consider purple prose, and familiar stories with unique twists. In general though, I'll give anything a shot if I'm in the mood for it, especially if it comes recommended.

GT: And what annoys you when reading?

A: Hmm, I think the biggest thing might actually be in formatting, not the work itself. If I see huge blocks of text, I tend to hit the back button pretty quickly. Likewise, if I can't tell when a scene shifts or when a flashback starts, it pulls me out of the story as I try to figure it out. I can overlook a lot if a storyline is compelling, but obvious inaccuracies--I'm talking things like physically impossible actions or timelines--throw me off as well. I do avoid some fics (not all) with medical or scientific plots for that reason.

GT: What has the reception been to your fics?

A: So much better than I expected! Sometimes I can't believe people aren't tired of me yet, honestly. The weird thing to me is that ficlets I don't think are very good (here on tumblr, I don't generally put my speedwrites on ao3) sometimes seem to be among the best received! But that's encouraging in its own way, and I think tends to reflect general interest in different topics.

GT: What kind of comments do you just love getting?

A: All of them, even though I'm terrible about replying! But I think it's really special when someone picks out a phrase or passage that spoke to them, or that they related to.

GT: What's your writing process like?

A: Never the same twice, haha. But I'd say that once I have an idea, it's usually immediately followed by a line or two that I fall in love with, and I go from there. For longer fics I attempt to outline, but if I try too hard to stick to that I tend to fizzle out very quickly. So instead I try to apply something I was originally taught for public speaking/oral storytelling: know the bare bones. Stick to those couple of impactful moments that the story wouldn't be the same without, and let the rest fall where it may.

That's easier said than done, of course, and I still struggle to self-edit and keep the bullet-point key moments manageable. I also tend to edit as I go because I'm a perfectionist, but I've started forcing myself to just leave blanks and skip around if I don't feel like I'm getting it right. I skip around a lot, in fact; instead of trying to write up to the point I just had a random idea for, I go ahead and write it and fit it in later.

For my tumblr fics it's a little different though; they're short and fairly stream-of-conscious, and generally unedited as a way to force myself to just put things out there and stop worrying about it.

GT: Do you have any writing rituals? How do you motivate yourself to write?

A: It changes from day to day, nothing concrete except an endless supply of tea and either silence or instrumental music.

When I really need motivation, I like to use my hourglass, and tell myself that I have to at least try to work on something until the sand runs out. More often, though, I try to sit outside--albeit that only works for me in a very narrow temperature range--or I get set up in the spare room that serves as my little library. Sometimes I'll hand write in a pretty journal to type up later. Atmosphere can make a big difference, as can a comfy place to sit--no desks or tables for me.

In a pinch, I take a shower--shower thoughts are creative thoughts--or go to bed extra early and type ideas on my phone, since things always seem to come to me when I shouldn't be thinking about it at all.

Also, not gonna lie, I sometimes bribe myself.

GT: Oh, bribe how? It never works for me.

A: I mean, I never said it worked well, haha. But it can be the last push sometimes. "If I finish this passage, I get to open that bottle of wine." "If I spend 30 minutes at least trying on this, I can leave the laundry until tomorrow." "If I actually post tomorrow, I can splurge on take-out as a reward." That kind of thing.

GT: Hahah, I wish that worked for me too!

Do you have a preference for writing Ian or Mickey pov?

A: In the beginning, I was more comfortable writing Ian. I can really relate to both his mental health struggles and the way he seems to think about and deal with things sometimes, so it came more naturally.

Now though, I find myself writing as Mickey more and more. I probably make him a bit more introspective than would be true to character, but there's so much depth and development there to explore. Beyond that, it's sort of cathartic to write Ian through his eyes, because he's blunt and can put things in perspective and obviously cares very deeply for all of Ian, not just the easy parts.

GT: What's the most difficult thing about writing them?

A: For me, I think it's not being too self-indulgent and keeping them in-character enough that it doesn't throw other people off. That, and dealing with their individual issues and traumas respectfully. It can be nerve-wracking to try and tackle something like bipolar disorder or child abuse from an outside perspective, because it's important but getting it wrong could be hurtful.

GT: And what's the best part?

A: How well they fit together. They've been in each other's orbits for so long, and know each other so well, and it's a pleasure to write about a couple that has their problems but keep coming back to each other to work it out. Because any kind of personal relationship is work, but it's worth it for all the fun, silly, and completely-in-love moments we didn't get enough of in the show.

GT: What are your headcanons for their future?

A: I think I'd like to see them move back to the Southside, and really make it their own. They might not have kids of their own, but their nieces and nephews hang around with their friends at the "cool uncle's" house all the time. They're the honorary parents of the neighborhood, too, and kids know where to go when they need a nonjudgemental adult or a protective force. And I don't care if they keep the same jobs, but whatever they do they find a way to do together.

GT: What are you working on right now?

A: Oh, so many things. I currently have...6 official WIPs? One is a fluff piece of them taking a delayed honeymoon and should go quickly once I get back to it, but the others are more intensive and need some worldbuilding still. There's a Jurassic World AU, a twisty sort of Snow White AU, an alternate meeting AU where Mickey is basically a survivalist, a post-canon fic about them picking up some strays, and my outsider POV series.

I'm trying really hard not to start anything else big until I at least get further into those, but I have a handful of other chaptered AUs planned for sometime in the far future, most based on fairy tales. And I'm still enjoying doing my little ficlets, too.

GT: Wow! Looks like we have a lot to look forward to!!

Ok, last question: why arrowflier?

A: Good question, no good answer haha. Arrow comes from a class I took in undergrad, where we were encouraged to choose our "storytelling" names to use for the semester. It's a character (sort of) in an original work I've been not-writing since high school.

But Arrow was always taken on other websites, so I had to add to it. In trying to think of modifiers, I think I was looking at my books and saw "Arrow's Flight" by Mercedes Lackey. So now I'm either Arrowfly or Arrowflier depending on availability!

GT: Hahah, no, it was a good answer, thanks!

Well, best of luck with all your WIPs and thank you for providing us so much content in such little time. I love seeing new people come into the fandom, it's always a boost of motivation.

Leave a message to the readers now.

A: Thank you for this opportunity, and for all you do for the fandom!

For everyone else, thank you for being such an incredibly supportive community; I'm so glad I chose this as my first real fandom, because I couldn't have chosen better. And if you ever think, "I wish I could write, or draw, or gif, or whatever," just go for it! You'll have an amazing audience, and it's absolutely worth it.💖

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 03 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.7 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Keeping The Promise

Smiling, you listen to Mrs. Ellyne stories. It's been a week since you woke up, and three days ago they told you to take walks around the hospital every once in a while. And that's how you met Mrs. Katherine Ellyne, eighty-four years old, staying here to treat a broken leg. She's the one distracting you when Keanu is out to rest and eat, or in a meeting with your doctors. She's very kind, and you enjoy listening to her.

Seated in the small cafeteria, which is empty at the moment, you give her all your attention as she tells you about her High School sweetheart. You wonder if you had any crushes back then, but it's useless to try. So far, nothing came back. Not even a flash, as Dr. Harris said it could happen. Maybe a dream, she said, but when you fall asleep, everything you see it's the hospital, Keanu, and the doctors. Everything else is blank.

“(Y/N)?” Someone calls, and you recognize Dr. Wright's voice. Turning at him, you mutter a ‘good morning’. “There's someone here to see you. But you must be sure you feel fine.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you give a glance to Mrs. Ellyne, saying goodbye before standing up. “Who is it?” You ask, walking over him.

“Her name is Laura. She's a friend of yours.”

Laura. Keanu told you about her. “Alright. Let's do this.” Nodding, you start following him through the hospital.

Laura has been your friend since Elementary school, and, even though she moved away for High School, you never lost contact. You didn't know why Keanu was telling you all this yesterday, but now you do. He wanted you to know at least something before meeting up with her.

When you enter your room, a very worried woman with teary eyes stands up from the couch. There was a spark of hope in your heart, that her long, blond hair and green eyes will bring something back. That her face would somehow feel familiar. It doesn't.

“(Y/N).” She mumbles, running to pull you into a hug. It hurts a little, despite the medication you've been taking for the pain. But you don't complain, hugging her back. “I can't believe it, honey. I'm so sorry.” She cries, and you don't know what to do. “I should've come sooner but the doctors told me it was too soon and–”

“It's alright.” You assure her, offering a small smile when you pull away. “Everything is... Complicated.”

“You... You don't... Recognize me, do you?” She stutters, wiping some tears away.

Shaking your head no, you look down. “I'm sorry.” It doesn't take much for you to realize you want Keanu. You don't know what to do, what to say. Laura is breaking down, and it's your fault. And you just don't know what to do.

“My God.” She says, a hand covering her mouth. You notice when her eyes fall on your belly. She knows, of course she does. Keanu did say you two are pretty close. Or were pretty close.

“Don't worry. I'm... I'm alright.” Assuring her, you turn around when you listen to the door opening. A wave of relief washes over you when you see Keanu. Smiling at him, you gesture at Laura. “Uhm... Hi. This is Laura.” Your head hurts badly, and you're not sure what to do. “Laura, this is Keanu, my husband.”

“Oh my.” She exclaims, and you remember who Keanu is. “It's really him.”

“Didn't you know I was married to him?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you ask her.

“I-I did. Of course, I did.” She speaks fast, and her nervousness takes you by surprise. She must be a fan. “But I've never met him in person, I... You lived in Miami and only now you came to New York so...”

“Alright.” Nodding, you exchange a glance with Keanu. “Do you want... A selfie or something?” You're not sure if you can even offer her that, but you're lost here. Taking a deep breath, you move to the bed to sit down because the room is starting to spin around.

“Oh, no.” She bursts out, speaking fast. “Not in a hospital at least.” Laura stands there awkwardly as Keanu comes to your side. “So you two... Are you two alright?”

Laura sounds weird, and you want to ask what's wrong. She probably doesn't know what to do, seeing you in this situation. And neither do you. “We're doing fine,” Keanu answers before you can, glancing at Laura. “Actually I have good news.”

“What is it?” Looking at him, you move up on the bed, resting your back against the headboard.

“You'll be discharged tomorrow.” He says in a low voice, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “And we'll be going home.”

“Finally.” You say, unable to describe how happy you are to finally leave the hospital.

(Y/N) couldn't even begin to understand the feeling her smile provokes in his heart. Keanu has to control himself not to touch her, to take her hand, caress her cheek. He's caught among too many confusing feelings. He doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but maybe she's expecting him to be more intimate, since to her, they're married. But he knows it's a lie, and he knows he shouldn't be too touchy with her. It's a constant fight between his morals and the agreement he made of looking after her.

“I'll leave you two to talk.” He says, giving her a small smile before walking away.

“Tell me how you're feeling,” Laura asks just as he's closing the door.

Keanu needs to talk, and, as much as he doesn't want to, he has to find Dr. Harris. He's still uncertain about this whole marriage idea, and part of him will blame her if this backfires. But she's one of the best psychologists in New York, and he has to trust her to do what's best for (Y/N).

It takes a while, a little more than thirty minutes for her to enter her office, where Keanu has been waiting. He's bouncing his legs nervously, hands resting on his lap. He lets everything out to her, all his worries. He's taking (Y/N) to his house, a place she believes to be her home. What is he supposed to do? Sleep on the same bed? Give her some space? Let her set the pace? But what is she's counting on him to do that?

“Mr. Reeves, you're thinking too much.” Dr. Harris says, taking her glasses off and lying them on the table before her. “I need you to have a clear head about this. If she suspects and figures out, it could be too hard on her. She's still recovering and it could endanger the child.” Keanu leans forward, both hands running through his hair. “I know it's a lot to ask of you, Mr. Reeves, but you agreed. And I don't think we can end things just now. She could–”

“Everything I want is for her to get well. But this... I'm lying to her.” He raises his voice, angry, worried. Too much depends on him now, and if he does something wrong, something that could affect her in any way, he'd never forgiven himself. He just needs to know how to do things right. “Damn it, she thinks I'm her husband. She thinks I'm the father of her child. This isn't fair. She's trusting me.” He punches the table before getting up.

“Mr. Reeves, we can call this off of you want.” She sighs, and Keanu paces around the room. He can't do it. It isn't right. She needs her true husband, the one who's dead.

Shaking his head, Keanu's thoughts are racing. Closing his eyes, her image comes to his mind. When he first saw her, how she cried and hugged him. The promises he made, that he'd be by her side through the process. And the pregnancy. He couldn't call this off now, he couldn't leave her alone. “I got this.” He says, leaving the office and letting the door close with a loud thud behind him.

Right now, he hates Dr. Harris. He hates Dr. Wright and everyone who put him in this position. But it's not because of him. It's because of her. Keanu can't believe what he's doing to her. He's betraying her. And he can't even imagine what will happen when she remembers. When this lie is torn apart. She'll hate him, and he can't blame her for doing so.

Stopping by her room, his hand on the door handle, Keanu looks through the square window. (Y/N) is seated on the bed, with Laura caressing her stomach. She's smiling, and if anyone else looks, they'd never guess what she's going through. He didn't even notice the smile on his lips, lighting up his features. She's so beautiful, he can't deny that. And he can't stop looking.

Slowly, making sure to make his presence known, he opens the door and walks in.

“You have to start thinking about names,” Laura says, both the girl's eyes laying on him. But Keanu's attention is on her alone.

“I couldn't know.” She mutters, eyes on him. “Do we have anything in mind yet?” As she speaks, Keanu moves closer to her, making up his mind. He would let her choose the names, obviously. He wouldn't make any decisions for her. It's her child. Her voice is so sweet, so soft... It makes his heart beat a little faster.

“Not yet.” He answers, standing beside her.

“Alright.” (Y/N) smiles, turning her attention back at her friend.

The two women engage in another conversation, and he moves to the couch. Keanu tries to focus on his phone, but eventually, his eyes are attracted to her. Laura manages to make her laugh, and the sound is sweet, like a song. He's still staring when (Y/N)'s eyes meet his. She furrows her eyebrows a little, her smile getting a little brighter. Keanu couldn't help but sigh.

He knows it suddenly, that he'll do everything he can to help her. And when it's over, it's over. But until then, he'll keep his promise. He'll stand by her.

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captainkippen · 5 years

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I'm sad and if you're still taking prompts, could you write a fluffy prompt of a universe where TJ does dress up as the summer to Cyrus's salt and they're just being all cute and the Mt. Rushmore costume is still completed and things are happy

I GOT YOU BRO.

Costume day is one of Cyrus’ favourite days of the year. It’s the one day of school where everyone seems to really go all out for once. People put a lot of effort into their outfits and it’s always fun to try and guess what some of the more obscure ideas are in between classes. This year, with TJ asking him to do a joint costume, he’s even more excited than usual. He feels a little bad about bailing on Andi because he knows how much she loves the Mount Rushmore costume (it’s been lurking in her closet waiting for a chance to rise again for ages much to the exasperation of everyone else - not that they’d ever ruin her fun by telling her that though). However, it’s hard to be too worried when he knows they’ve got Marty as a backup and TJ wants to do a joint costume. A joint costume of their own inside joke no less. It’s pretty awesome.

When he gets to school he picks self-consciously at the hem of his shirt until he spots TJ walking towards him and he can’t help himself from beaming. TJ’s face lights up in response. He looks so good in his board shorts and flip-flops. They greet one another with the usual handshake and bro hug, lingering for a moment when TJ doesn’t drop Cyrus’ hand immediately.

“Looking good, Teej,” Cyrus says, poking at the sunglasses on his face.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” TJ smiles. “I like the strainer. Nice touch.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Cyrus does a little bow, the strainer sliding forward as he does. TJ catches it quickly with a loud bark of laughter and places back on his head with light fingers.

“Hey, guys!” Comes Buffy’s voice from behind them and the two of them turn to see her with Marty, Jonah and Andi carrying a large papier-mache mountainside with four head holes. Cyrus’ grin widens.

“Good morning,” he greets them.

TJ gives them an odd look. “What’s with the… boulder?”

“Mount Rushmore,” Andi chirps. “That’s what we’re going as. We just have to do the makeup and stuff, we’re on our way now.”

“Oh man, you guys are going to look awesome,” TJ says. “That’s such a cool idea.”

“What about you guys?” Marty asks, then gestures excitedly at Cyrus. “Wait… don’t tell me! I totally get it. Salt!”

Buffy snorts.

“But I don’t get what TJ is meant to be..”

“Summer,” Cyrus provides helpfully.

“Salt and summer?”

“Oh! Summer-salt!” Andi says. “That’s so cute.”

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Marty sighs. Jonah nudges him and shrugs as if to say ‘me either’.

TJ smiles and throws an arm around Cyrus’ shoulders. “It’s an inside joke.”

The rest of the day follows in a similar fashion but Cyrus finds that he doesn’t mind explaining the costume to people over and over again. Every time they do, TJ gets this big soft smile on his face like he’s really proud of himself for thinking of it and that makes it hard to feel anything but pleased. It’s confirmation over and over again that TJ really cares about their friendship, that he actually enjoys being around Cyrus and thinks about the memories that they’ve made on a regular basis.

It probably shouldn’t take as long as it does for everything to click for him.

He’s sat in English class before lunch and totally zoning out on whatever their teacher is talking about because he’s thinking about TJ’s smile when someone asked to hear the somersault story a little while ago. When he looks down at where he’s been doodling mindlessly on the page he realises that he’s filled the corner of his notes with little scribbled hearts. Oh no.

The bell goes and all of a sudden he’s incredibly glad that Buffy is in this class with him because it makes it so much easier to grab her as they head out the door. He pulls her aside and sort of just flails at her for a moment, letting loose incoherent babbling mess of words at about eighty miles an hour while she stares at him with wide eyes.

“Cyrus,” she says, putting her hands her shoulders to ground him. “Speak slower. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

And with that, he calms down just enough to say, “TJ.”

“What about him?”

“I think I have a crush on him,” he blurts out.

There’s a pause. Buffy diverts her eyes upwards like she’s praying for boys to be less stupid then looks back at him, exasperated. “You’re only just figuring this out now?”

“What?!” He squawks. “What do you mean I’m only just figuring this out? You knew? How did you know?! I didn’t even know, how could you have possibly known that!”

“We just figured-”

“We?!”

“Yes, me and Andi.”

“Andi knows?! How do you-”

Buffy clamps a hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him for the time being and gives him an impatient look. “You guys spend a lot of time together. Like a lot. And that wouldn’t be unusual except for the fact you’re always touching each other and looking at each other like you’re the only two people in the world. Did you know you talk about TJ literally all the time? And he’s the same with you. You’re in a couples costume, Cyrus. I can’t believe you didn’t realise this earlier.”

He says something but it’s muffled by her palm and she drops it. “What?”

“I said,” he repeats in disbelief. “Are you implying that TJ also has a crush on me?”

“Obviously.”

“But we don’t even know if he likes boys…”

“Cyrus, he brought challah to your Bubbe’s shiva. He reported Reed’s gun to the police for you. He made up with me, Jonah and Andi because of you. He taught you how to do a somersault and then came up with a costume for it. If he doesn’t like you I’ll eat my own foot.”

Cyrus leans back and lets his head thunk back against the wall in a stunned daze. Buffy’s right. Oh God, she’s so right. He has actual, legitimate, romantic-type feelings for TJ Kippen and TJ probably has those same feelings for him. How the hell did this even happen?

“I know your brain is like exploding right now,” Buffy says, only half-sympathetic. “But can we go get lunch now? I’m starving.”

Cyrus and TJ walk home together and the two of them end up sitting by the pond in the park. It’s become one of their top places to hang out, ever since the gun incident, and the peaceful way that the sun falls on them while a soft breeze blows over the water does not match the pace of the reeling thoughts in Cyrus’ head at all. He knits together a chain of daisies as he thinks - he, Buffy and Andi used to spend hours making all sorts of flowery jewellery just like that. It’s soothing.

“You okay?” TJ asks, knocking their elbows together. “You’re really quiet.”

“Just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts? Though… I don’t think I actually have a penny on me. The pockets on these shorts suck,” he jokes and Cyrus can’t help but laugh a little.

He’s always doing that. He’s always making Cyrus smile and laugh without even thinking about it. Things are so easy around TJ and it’s all hitting him at once. He’s never felt like he had to be anything but himself around him. Never felt pressured to try and be ‘normal’ or change. TJ listens to his rants and his rambles and his info-dumps. He listens to Cyrus talk about his hyper fixations non-stop, then he goes away and looks them up so he can take part in the conversation in a meaningful way. In return, he shows Cyrus the things he loves and always looks so happy to do so… as if he wants Cyrus involved. He wants Cyrus to be a part of his world.

Cyrus wants to hold his hand and cuddle up to him on the couch when they watch television. He wants to go on picnic and bowling dates, to the movies and arcade together. He wants to steal TJ’s hoodies, take tons of cheesy pictures for Instagram and make so many inside jokes together that they can’t possibly remember them all. When he looks at TJ it’s like his heart is overflowing with emotion. How did he not see it before?

“Why did you want to do a costume together?” He asks.

TJ shrugs and picks at the grass beside him. “It seemed like fun. It was a cool idea, right?”

“It was awesome,” Cyrus confirms.

“Why d’you ask?”

Cyrus shrugs and looks away. “It’s nothing. Just… don’t worry about it. Here,” he finishes threading the daisies into a circle and drops it over TJ’s head so it falls around his neck. TJ beams at him and the butterflies in Cyrus’ stomach erupt into an excited flurry.

“Do I look pretty now?” TJ asks teasingly.

Cyrus can’t stop himself when he says, “You always look pretty.”

He feels himself going red and TJ raises his eyebrows in surprise. He doesn’t look mad or uncomfortable though, just slightly amused and like he hadn’t expected Cyrus to say it. He supposes that’s fair - he hadn’t expected himself to say it.

“Thanks, Underdog,” he replies. The sincerity of his tone is startling. “You look pretty too. All the time.” And then he kisses Cyrus on the cheek, leans back and bites his lip nervously. “Sorry, was that okay?”

The space on his skin where TJ’s lips pressed is still tingling and Cyrus lifts a hand to his cheek to press his fingers against it softly as he nods. “More than okay.”

“Great,” TJ says, his dopey smile returning full force, and he lifts his own hand to take Cyrus’ from his cheek and thread their fingers together. “I’m glad you said yes to the costume.”

“I’m glad you asked.”

They grin at each other and return to talking about their days. The daisy chain that hangs around TJ’s neck gets pressed between the pages of a book and kept in a box of memories for years to come. Ten years after that day by the pond, Cyrus hangs a picture of the two of them in their matching costume on the wall of the living room in the first house they buy together. It’s pretty awesome.

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