#i was gonna do all three of the boys but while i was recording footage for syd. i fell in love with this puppy dog eyed cutie đ„ș
Peter Tork in a screenshot from footage included in Micky Dolenz Celebrates The Monkees (via YouTube).
â[Tork] gives a measured response when asked to sum up his experience with [The Monkees]. âI did as well as I knew how and have nothing to be ashamed of,â he says.â - bohemian dot com, 2002
"We [Release] recorded some demos, but I think theyâre lost. It was just a garage band, no particular skill or charm. I also did a demo for Atlantic Records. Ahmet Ertegun gave me a session to see how I would do, but it wasnât good enough." - Peter Tork, Head 1994 liner notes
Q: â1970s, youâre, uh, you disappear for a little while.â
Peter Tork: âI disappear, yes, I do.â
Q: âWhat were you doing?â
PT: âIn the⊠well, letâs see. As soon as The Monkees was over, I went to Marin County to try to recapture some of my Greenwich-Village-days happiness, and I did. I was very, I was very lucky, there was a lovely scene in Fairfax, Marin County [see Fairfax Street Choir], and I had a great time up there for a couple of years, worked as a waiter in a cooperative restaurant and it was great, it was actually great. The thing about The Monkees, it was so difficult, was to be yanked out of â off the street, flung to the pinnacle and then, you know, and then dropped.â
Q: âYeah.â
PT: âSo, so I went back to the street where Iâd, you know, gotten my roots together. It was great.â
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Q: âYouâve described yourself as a chemical abuser. You said, âI canât drink coffee moderately, Iâm an addictive type.ââ
PT: âItâs true.â
Q: âIt got pretty bad before?â
PT: âYeah, I â it was, yeah, it was toward the end of the â70s that it overtook me and I had to go get help, which, thank god, was available, and actually⊠I donât know, itâs like, itâs like I had to give up trying to do it by myself, and once I gave that up, then I was able to get the help I needed.â
Q: âYou, uh, you spent some time in prison?â
PT: âI spent a few years â (laughs), no, I didnât, I spent a few months in, yeah, in a federal joint in Oklahoma.â
Q: âWhat happened?â
PT: âThey caught me coming across the border with about three dollarsâ worth of hashish.â
Q: âThree dollarsâ worth?â
PT: âYeah, yeah, three dollarsâ worth.â
Q: âSo they put you in federal prison for that?â
PT: âYeah, itâs about a⊠I was coming, I came back from Mexico with it.â
Q: âOh, well, there you go.â
PT: âI took it down there, and I came back with it. They said smuggling. As a matter of fact, I am legally entitled to say Iâve never been arrested because my recordâs been cleared as a result [of] the probation.â
Q: âBetween you and us, what was it like, what was it your cell like where you spent three months?â
PT: It wasnât a cell, it was dorm, and, and you wanna know what it was like?â
Q: âYeah.â
PT: âIt was like getting, like burning off some leftover high school karma. (laughs)â
Q: âHow do you mean? What do you mean?â
PT: âWell, itâs like I had been dodging bullies all the time in high school and I finally learned to face them, I couldnât dodge them, you had to learn to face them. You know, the bad boys are there and thereâs nowhere to go, so you gotta, you gotta learn to cope face to face, and I did. I learned to deal on a human basis, thatâs what it came down to. I had no, I didnât have tools to face guys on a human basis, I had no human tools. And I got those together and then I got this jail thing, and deal with these guys, and, you know, itâs like the line from the Beach Boys song âI Get Aroundâ? âThe bad guys know us and they leave us alone.â Thatâs what it is, you know. The bad guys, you know, they knew me and they left me alone. That was all there was to it. You know, you go, âIâm not gonna play your game, Iâm not gonna cowtow, no, I donât wanna have anything to do with you, no, Iâm not interested in getting in the middle of your game either, you just leave each other alone, everythingâs okay.â Fine, end of story. And thatâs what it took, and thatâs what it was for, for me, karmically speaking, you know, in that kind of transcendental thing.â - GOLD 104.5, 1999
âTo the outside observer, Iâm sure it looked as though I had succumbed to the extremities of a given culture. To me, I simply exhibited moderate good sense. Basically, I lived at a poverty level, scratching for odd jobs. I wore a beard, my hair was past my shoulders, and I was working in a restaurant, singing folk songs and waiting tables. I was playing piano and was in and out of various rock groups. I played lead guitar for a rock group called Osciolla [sic]. No records. I was in the bass section of the Fairfax Street Choir, a thirty-five member vocal group. I also fronted a group of my own and tried to make a demo, but it didnât go anywhere. I had a job offer to come out here to Venice. I also worked as a high school teacher.
The mass media has a tendency to distort. As long as capitalism remains the underpinning of society, what is good will always take a back seat to what will sell. General Motors isnât concerned with making a quality automobile. Sears isnât concerned with offering a quality television set. All that counts in a capitalistic society is selling. And to the mass mediaâs way of thinking, a picture of Peter Tork as a so-called âburned-out hippieâ with a beard and long hair implies a hopeless case who canât lift his hand to his face to get his razor up and who has no interest except in stealing to support his drug habit. If thatâs what sells, theyâll print that. The truth of the matter is, my primary concern was and is self-realization in a social setting.â - Peter Tork, Blitz!, May/June 1980
"Well, what I thought was great was that [Peter] always seemed to be humble and very, very gracious in his actions and his attitude. He always treated everybody with respect. He stayed low-key until we would kick up with a group number and then he would join in. [âŠ]
Everybody else has been joking about how he wasnât Pete, he was Peter. You can tell a lot about a person when they do whatever they need to do for their family. And the only thing else that I would add is that the fact that he stayed so humble and so gracious after a lot of us had grown up with him as an icon means a lot." - DJ Barker, Tales of the Road Warriors, 2019
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BnHA Chapter 328: Pandoraâs Box of Discourse
Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.
Today on BnHA:Â
Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn.Â
please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol
(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but Iâm just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)
around one month ago?? ah, okay, so weâre gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh
I love that they just randomly set the place on fire
was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah
wow itâs a pervert!!
thatâs so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who Iâm sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. theyâre just trying to free society from its chains people
oh my god??!
SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess
so heâs all âhey whatâs going on.â which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but thatâs just my personal preference
Stain you really are tenacious Iâll give you that
âwhatâs the point of escaping prison if youâre not gonna be smart about itâ well shit. anyways yeah youâre dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there
oh shit
I mean itâs not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guysâ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO âscumâ back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge
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ahh, was it the security footage??
fdsdfk heâs still alive??
and heâs immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seijiâs dad? Iâm just saying
very impressed that heâs still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isnât allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call
what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that heâll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,
okay for real though Iâm gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise
anyway, so Stain is all,
PRISON GUARD: â???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. Iâm dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck youâ
(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stainâs last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. thereâs not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)
DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE
(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)
if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. Iâll take my chances with the fire, especially given that itâs half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol
blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT
NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY
âI really like that facial scruff thing Aizawaâs got going on, I think Iâm gonna get in on thatâ yes sir. âalso thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.â good lord. except Iâm pretty sure thatâs just body armor, but also I donât care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol
âAll Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Naoâ thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you
âso has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna doâ Nao I missed you so fucking much and didnât even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man
for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarusâs security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered thatâs a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, itâs been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still
anyway so theyâre talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside
huh
okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue
ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didnât talk about how it actually felt, though
boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, letâs talk about that sometime why donât we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules weâve established here
my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair
no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here
like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people
that jawline. also so itâs a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didnât have a radio waves quirk, so that doesnât really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully weâre at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here
(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other peopleâs lives donât revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.
Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitorâą regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.
speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.
just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)
-- wait, what
THATâS what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. yâall wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild
AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW
-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot weâre not talking about 38 days from the present, weâre talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um
yeah thatâs the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times
oh, pardon me. three fucking days
r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap
(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you canât really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that weâve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because thereâs no possible way for Horikoshiâs actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which canât possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so Iâm already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)
damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations
-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?
wait holy SHIT
based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, Iâm thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff
âjust let them handle it themselves Iâm sure theyâll be fineâ yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it
wait oh shit did he say that itâs not just Japan?
soooo, what youâre telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys donât think itâs a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and thatâs why you donât give a fuck?? like, what??
omg international heroes
these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshiâs way of reminding me to buy tickets
(ETA: and it worked too lol.)
WHO??? WHAT???
donât tell me youâre introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. Iâm getting tired of playing this game my dude. donât lie and tell me this time will be different. weâre not doing this again goddammit
noooooooooooooooooooo
god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]
on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This
I also apologize because I love her already and Iâm gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys
is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isnât it
this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshiâs willpower not to put her on the volume cover. heâll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you
tbh itâs that smile that does it for me. sheâs definitely All Mightâs protege. get out there and show them how itâs done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you canât convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. worldâs ending in three days you guys. âsorry, Iâm busy this weekendâ ainât gonna cut it lol
so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that thereâs an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I havenât read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I canât say Iâm very disappointed to learn that heâs no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didnât they kick him out and thatâs why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandoraâs box of discourse lmao
(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they donât disappoint. âwhy is she dressed like a flagâ because sheâs an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. âoh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happyâ look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, Iâm just saying. âwhere is Captain Celebrityâ idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, letâs just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)
anyway, so letâs see if Horikoshiâs recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldnât be a problem if he didnât keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol
anyway so weâll see how it goes, but I think Iâm gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though Iâm probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuckâs sake. Iâm only human. anyway fingers crossed
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ok so hereâs my little no way home rant:
1. the number of times this movie got me choked upâŠ
2. i will always love how andrew garfield is so liberal with his emotionsđ the way he teared up abt gwen when mentioning her and after saving mj bc now he has an iota of something akin to closure and redemption
3. also his confidence issues and little pep talks and âi love youâsđ„șđ
4. you know the 9am crowd is not fluent in memes bc no one laughed besides me and my best friend when willem dafoe said âyou know, iâm something of a scientist myselfđâ
5. let andrew garfieldâs spidey have a little date with venom, my boy wants to fight aliens!!
6. dr. strange fight sequences will always be the best because the visuals of the mirror dimension are unparalleledâŠi think thatâs why i loved far from homeâs scenes bc of how trippy they were thanks to the tech used
7. the way the three spideys interacted was so adorable and realistic bc too often heroes team up and the only thing exchanged are battle strategies and dramatic one-liners but it was refreshing to see people naturally curious about the situation and each other
8. they really went yes i love destroying national monuments it makes the fight more dramaticđâŠsymbolism-wise statue of liberty is nice and all but why not choose somewhere you can cause minimal destructionđđ
9. what if gwen and raimiâs mj and just roaming the fucking streets since the spell couldâve theoretically brought them into this universe? imagine if andrewâs peter saw gwenđđ
10. when max was disappointed spider-man was whiteđ same bestie
11. peterâs face when he found out fury was off planet for about a yearđ
10. FINALLY A BEAUTIFULLY REALISTIC DEATH SCENE!! i hate it when someone dies and the hero stares into the camera with a grim face and they immediately move on with little visible grief. the way tomâs peter was crying and STAYED crying for a while was like a breath of fresh air although hard to watch. heâs just a boy who lost his only remaining family!!!
plotholes/things iâm confused about:
1. both venom and max dillon didnât know peter parker so why were they teleported into mcu peterâs universe
2. how does happy work with spider-man and never bother to get to know his identity
3. in the same vein, because ned and mj were at the statue of liberty after having their memory of peter erased, do they now believe they work with spider-man despite not knowing his identity or how does that work??? whatâs their explanation for being at that location and did strange implant some other memory in their head/teleport them away via portals
4. doc ock shouldnât have known green goblinâs identity despite knowing normanâŠ
5. how did none of the three spideys detect green goblin was gonna stab tobeyđ
6. did all records/evidence (legal documents, news footage, etc.) of peter parker also get erased along with peopleâs memory and if so how did he buy a fucking apartment with no recordsđ
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Hi!!~~ <3 So... How much has Jungkook's physical condition changed?
Do you think he tires easily with physical tasks? I can only imagine him puffing all the time ><
Jin had just put the final revisions on a work project when a notification popped up on his computer.
âHi!!~~ <3 So... How much has Jungkook's physical condition changed?
Do you think he tires easily with physical tasks? I can only imagine him puffing all the time ><â
Oh if only, Jin sighs softly. He wishes he could say that their youngest does, but that would be a lie. Either way, Anon needs an answer!
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Oh, he wishes! Poor Jungkook has a ridiculously fast metabolism, much to his dismay. It was great for him when he was a gym rat, effortlessly maintaining his washboard abs. But now it is his ultimate curse.
Weâve been doing research on how to lower or, in Jungkookâs words, âcompletely ruinâ his metabolism.
So far, weâve chosen to have him switch to a completely sedentary activity level, bulk up on carbs, flip into âstarvation modeâ between stuffings and replacing that banana milk he likes to drink with soda. We also heard that lack of sleep can contribute to a drop in metabolism, but I vetoed that one. Jungkook may be willing to suffer sleep deprivation to get fatter, but thatâs not something Iâm willing to support.
On the topic of him getting tired⊠Hmm⊠I think it would only really happen if he was going out of his way to be active? Like, him just walking around or lifting basic things doesnât phase him yet, but exercise on the other hand⊠Give me one second!
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âJungkook!â Jin called out.
âYeah?â He heard back. It sounded like Jungkook had just woken up from a post breakfast nap.
âCould you come here please, baby?â Jin was now curious. How has his physicality changed in the past two months? Would he get out of breath easily? Or has his years of exercise and healthy eating still blocked that?
âDo I have to?â He whined. Jin felt butterflies in his stomach at just how lazy his boyfriend has gotten.
âYes!â Jin laughed.
After what sounded like some shuffling and grunting, Jungkook sleepily wandered into Jinâs office.
âYou never make me come to youâŠâ The youngest complained halfheartedly, scratching his tummy.
âForgive me just this once, your highness.â Jin snarked back. âI just wanted to⊠do a little test.â
Jungkook perked up the the word âtestâ. Jin knew he would never pass up an opportunity to prove himself.
âWhat do I need to do?â The younger man asked excitedly, watching as Jin pushed his rolling desk chair to the corner of the room.
âWell⊠first Iâm going to need you to stand riiiight here. There, perfect!â Jin maneuvered the taller boy to stand right in front of his computer screen. âWait just a second, babe.â
The screen suddenly changed from spreadsheets to a camera screen. Jin pressed recordâŠ
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The video starts off in a well kept room. Orderly bookshelves line the background, tiny potted vines trailing down the fronts.
Pulling away from the screen, you catch a blurry glimpse of knobby knuckles and trimmed nails. Front and center stands a rather tall young man. He has short, shiny black hair and warm brown eyes. Said eyes are currently large with confusion.
The young man is wearing a rather ill-fitting set of pajamas. The bottoms fit well enough, but the topâs buttons are slightly strained. A soft looking paunch hangs out from the too small shirt, wobbling as the young man shifts uncertainly. He rests both hands on the mass, rubbing slowly.
âOkay, -ahem-.â You hear a manâs voice says off camera say. âHello, everyone! This is the first video Iâll be uploading to the blog, yay! It was originally going to be the third month weigh in, but it seems I just couldnât wait.â
The young man on screen chuckles a bit, relaxing at the lighthearted conversation.
The voice resumes speaking, âEither way! Weâre here now! This is Jungkook, some of you might recognize his face from the profile section of the blog, but if you havenât then here he is! Say hi, Kookie.â
Jungkook blushes, waving at the camera. âHi guys⊠Iâm uh, Iâm Jungkook.â
âŠ
âOh! And Iâm Jin!â The disembodied voice frantically shouts. Jungkook bursts into giggles. âIâm Jin! The owner of the blog! Iâm also apparently an idiot.â Jin ducks his head into the camera, giving you an unattractive, sideways close up of his eyes and nose.
âVeryprofessional, Jin.â Jungkook grins teasingly.
Jinâs too-close head turns, presumably to glare at the focus of the video. âYes, I am a professional thank you very much. Now take your shirt off, fatty.â
Jin walks to the side of the room again, giving you a nearly full view of Jungkookâs body. The young man blushes again, levity gone, and starts to unbutton his sleep shirt.
With each button undone, the fabric gratefully springs to the side. Soon the boyâs tan tummy lays bare, angry looking stretchmarks decorating the lower part of it.
Jungkook tosses his shirt off camera, breathing slowly and evenly. âWh-what now?â
âJiggle it.â
Jungkookâs breath hitched, eyes closing slightly. He brings both large hands to his jello like gut and proceeds to bounce it up and down. For a minute of two, he shakes it briefly, only to let go and wait for the jiggly mass to settle. He stares at the camera, as if heâs watching himself in the feedback footage.
One hand slides up to cup his soft chest, while the other slaps gently at his belly entranced by the bounce.
âNow, turn to your side.â Jinâs voice startles Jungkook out of his self exploration. Jin himself walks towards the now sideways Jungkook, pressing up against his back. Jin reaches his arms around Jungkook to lift the younger manâs pot belly. He squeezes, pinches and lets it drop to watch it wobble.
âTsk tsk tskâŠâ He pokes a long finger into the pliant flesh. âSomeoneâs let himself go it seemsâŠâ
âAh~! I- I have!â Jungkook moans. âIâm soooo lazy, and- and greedy.â
âLazy is right you little piggy.â Jin pulls away from playing with the taller boyâs belly button, walking back off screen. âWhy donât we give our viewerâs a little show? See how out of shape youâve really gotten?â
Jungkook can only nod, face a bright red.
âGimme fifty jumping jacks.â
âFifty?! Jin! Thatâs too many!â Jungkook gapes at the man off screen.
âYou used to do sets of eighty not even a year ago, Iâm sure your fat ass can manage one set of fifty.â
âIâll try I guessâŠâ Jungkook doesnât look optimistic. He gets in position anyway and starts counting out loud.
âOne, two, three, four, five, sixâŠâ
The up and down movement vigorously shakes his little jelly belly, truly revealing just how much fat had accumulated there.
âFifteen, sixteen, seh-seventeen, eight -hah hah- eighteenâŠâ The poor boyâs face was tomato red and shiny with sudden sweat. His arms keep perfect time, but his legs move less far apart with each jump.
âNine-hah-teen, twenty!â Jungkook is huffing now, tiny breasts quaking each time he lands. He is so out of breath now that he only mutters what vaguely sounds like numbers with each jumping jack.
âTwenty one, twenty two, twenty threeâŠâ Jin picks up where the out of breath young man left off. âCome on tubby, you were doing this in your sleep six months ago! What happened?â
Jungkook is gasping now, arms waving less with each jump, feet not even moving apart. A drop of sweat hangs precariously off of a perky nipple, only to fall onto his gut not even a second later.
âAre you seriously this out of shape?â Jin sounds genuinely surprised now, instead of teasing. Jungkook plops onto the floor panting. His previously neat hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, neck and chest pink from effort. âKookie, you only did 31 jumping jacks.â
âI- gasp- I canâtâŠâ The chubby boy leans back against the bookshelf. âIâm too fatâŠâ
âOh no. Iâll be the one to tell you when youâre too fat. Right now?â Jin squats down and smacks Jungkookâs sweaty belly, eliciting a moan from the boy. âYouâre barely overweight.â
âIâll get bigger! I promise!â The younger man pleads, having seemingly forgotten about the fact that heâs being recorded.
âBigger? Eating like you are now? I donât think so. Youâre going to have to pick up the pace if you want to be the fattest boy in the house. Even Hobi will get bigger than you at this rate.â Jin gave Jungkookâs red, sweaty paunch one last wobbling pat before standing back up again. Jungkook stays on the ground, not even bothering to hide the bulge in his pajama pants.
âOkay guys!â The older man addresses the camera, winking. âIt looks like Jungkook can still do thirty one jumping jacks before he gives up. You could say his stamina isnât what it used to be! Iâm gonna get this little piggy back to bed now. I think the poor thingâll need another nap after so much exercise. Thank you for watching!â
Jin leans forward
The screen goes black.
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I went ahead and attached a video instead of just writing down the answer ^-^;
I hope you donât mind using headphones, haha! It got a little steamy there for a second⊠I should really get a video editing program so I can cut out those bits of me turning the camera on and off. Maybe even use my phone next time or something.
Oh well, lessons for later.
I hope that answers your question, Anon!
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im sorry im sorry im sorry i know itâs been well over a year but i accidentally thought about Short Trips: Deleted Scenes (again) and itâs killing me (again) so i think im just gonna go ahead and post all these stupid thoughts that have been plaguing me about it since i first heard it & maybe thatâll help clear up some space in my head for like, real life things.
Spoilers I guess? Itâs like a year and a half old but also high key the most recent 2nd doctor content i believe weâve gotten which is like, the only negative thing I can say about it
The TLDR version is this:
I literally cant believe how sweet it is? Painful, but sweet. Like. I donât honestly know whatâs more likely - did they set out to write Jamie a nice little straight love interest and just fail miserably at it by constantly likening her to the Doctor AND paralleling the Doctorâs perspective with her exâs AND putting Jamieâs relationships with both of them in direct tension with each other while constantly letting his with the Doctor win out?
OR - did they do a very 1960s thing and say hey weâre gonna write whatâs essentially a story about how much Jamie and the Doctor love each other and release it on Valentineâs Day thinly disguised as a one-off romance with a french lady?
Now, as a general rule, my attitude toward questions like that is usually âdonât know, donât care, doesnât matterâ - and while I 100% stand by that, I also have to admit that this particular audio seems to pay enough attention to detail that Iâd kind of think I was selling it short if I assumed too many of these things were just meaningless coincidences, you know?
Anyway, thatâs the most coherent/overarching thought. And hereâs a disorganized list of things I absolutely cannot get over about it (they donât form any kind of argument, mind, they just all happen to live rent free in my head):
- Celine is first taken in by Jamie being an idiot (specifically him claiming not to speak French, in perfect French); likewise, her entrance in the scene where they actually kiss is marked with a little anecdote about her hat getting stuck on a doornail and her scolding it as she attempts to fix her un-tameable appearance, and the narration says Celine âwould often clown for Jamie like thisâ - all of which, while undeniably adorable, donât exactly strike me as entirely original traits to have been assigned to Jamieâs love-interest (but also Celine is so cool and her perspective on film/media/time is an excellent addition to the long list of dr who characters)
- When theyâre in the present, describing Jamieâs relationship with Celine in 1908, they call him her âcompanionâ and highlight his going nearly everywhere with her, which earns a laugh from the 4th doctor (and me as well, though probably for slightly different reasons - but like, is that really all it takes to have a fling with someone in 60âČs era who? bc if so...)
- Celineâs ex-fiance is still in love with her and is jealously watching when she kisses Jamie ... and then the Doctor appears beside him, evidently doing the exact. same. thing. They have the following conversation:
âYou know, itâs not prudent to spy on people. But then, people in pain canât be expected to act prudently.â
âPain, monsieur? You mistake me.â
âAh, do I? Good, because I rather thought youâd lost something.â
âWhat would you know about loss monsieur?â
- Iâm sorry doc but who do you think you are, saying stuff like that and smiling sadly at the floor to boot? I 100% had to pause it here the first time I listened, just to not throw my laptop across the room.Â
- Then when I recovered continued, the Doctor closes the door so they canât watch anymore and explains âPossessing things comes so terribly easily to some men that losing them can feel cruel, intolerably cruel. In my experience, only the very best of men cannot be tempted to answer that cruelty with more - I do sincerely hope that you are the best of men.â (guess who gets described as the best of men by the end of the audio?)
- Jamie and the Doctor apparently develop a habit of walking along the river in Paris in silence
- During one such walk, Jamie suggests Celine come with them since she already figured out about the Tardis - and when the Doctorâs worried by this, he says he only allowed Jamie & Celine to grow closer âbecause of Victoria.â Jamie takes offense at the âallowing itâ comment and also refuses to admit he knows what the Doctor means about Victoria, which leads the Doctor to say that he knows how fond Jamie was of her - he was too, of course, but with him, âit was different, wasnât it?â Jamie only says maybe thatâs true and maybe thatâs not, but his voice catches until he changes the subject
- Jamie doesnât see Celine for days both times that sheâs recovering from the shock and depression of her work being destroyed. In contrast, when the Doctorâs not well, Jamieâs "afraidâ and âguiltyâ and hardly seems to leave his side at all, if his being there ârushing to embrace himâ the second he wakes up - after a period Jamie describes as âat least a weekâ - is anything to go by, anyway. so either bf writers need to learn how to write a committed straight relationship or admit thatâs not what they ever intended in the first place
- Oh yeah, and the Doctor spends that week "asleepâ in Jamieâs bedroom - no, thereâs no explanation as to if thatâs where he was when he first collapsed or if itâs where Jamie decided to take him bc why would they feel the need to explain him being there? why was it even relevant to tell us it was Jamieâs room in the first place?
- The Doctor somehow manages to control the Tardis enough to take Celine on one trip to an alien planet and then return to the correct time & place for her to use the footage she recorded there in her new film - and while the audio doesnât do very much to explain how that was possible, it does treat this as A Pretty Big Deal, and immediately afterward the Doctor has to spend a week communing with his past self (and/or the Tardis?) debating how likely it is that the Time Lords could use this to trace him. When he decides itâs not worth the risk and they have to stop the film from ever being shown to the public, Jamie asks why he agreed to it in the first place, and all he can say is âBecause, Jamie, you asked me to!â earning awkward stares from the crowd.
- Oh, but, lest we forget, that little outburst is also immediately followed by him putting his arm around Jamieâs shoulders, and, shockingly, apparently beginning to actually explain the truth about the danger from the Time Lords - until theyâre interrupted, of course idk why exactly but the idea of a 60s dr wanting to come clean with a companion but not being allowed to bc the show demands the war games be something of a reveal hurts me in a very good way
- The mental image of âthe Doctor and Jamie, resplendent in borrowed evening wearâ
- The audio admitting that Jamieâs not very good at subterfuge, and the Doctor asking if heâs going to be alright with them having to steal the film back from Celine - and Jamieâs little âAye, Doctorâ as he feels a âglass arrow piercing his chestâ glad to see bf is reading all my letters about exactly how i feel any time something sad happens to james robert mccrimmon
- The Doctorâs anxious to get out of there for obvious reasons, but he hangs around bc Jamie wants to see Celine again - which doesnât happen, because of her aforementioned shock & depression, but she does leave Jamie a note that ends âyou and that Doctor of yours - look after him Jamie, he loves you dearly, as do I.â yeah, if you didnât want people to draw a parallel there, you couldâve picked, like, any other wording in the world.
- In case you werenât fully convinced Iâve been reading too much into this whole audio already, consider this: Celine dies in Long Island in 1968, three days before her birthday - 1968 is when this story wouldâve taken place in the showâs history (between Fury & Wheel), and dying three days before/after a birthday in America seems a bit... well I had some deja vu from it, anyway
- Four of all people being the one to bring back the film - I know he does it bc Sarah Jane makes him, but personally, I often feel like despite the length of his run, 4 is the Doctor with which we mightâve gotten the fewest glimpses into his interiority, so the fact that itâs him and not one of the more overtly sentimental Doctors makes it feel like it carries even more weight somehow, to me anyway. I think I wrote a post saying roughly the same thing about 4 & Fate of Krelos/Return to Telos but maybe I only did that inside my own head lol. Still, Iâm all for any opportunities for Jamie to be one of the few characters to draw some noticeable emotion out of Four, but in fairness I havenât touched too much of his EU stuff to really be able to compare the frequency with which this happens with other past companions
- Is Four referring to Two or Jamie when he says he got the film from âan old family friendâ? Two did the actual stealing, but he probably means Jamieâs involvement - either way, itâs an interesting way of describing old companions - or selves?
- When Jemima goes to call Jamie a thief, Four is ârousedâ to defend him: âhe really was the very best of menâ again, any time four freely shows he cares about someone, im over the moon about it
- Oh ha ha, thereâs an audio called âDeleted Scenesâ featuring the Doctor whoâs most affected by junked episodes. And at the end of it, a character whoâs spent her life researching and lecturing about a lost film gets to watch it be ârediscoveredâ after itâs gone unseen for decades. I feel marginally less stupid for reading into the other details of a story like this when it ends up deciding to be to be clever & slightly meta like that
But yeah
all in all, itâs kind of amazing to me that this genuinely reads like they sat down and said okay boys itâs valentines day, letâs write an audio where jamie kisses a girl, since that hasnât happened except as a plot device in one story in 1967 - but then when they got down to business they accidentally(?) wrote a story all about how important his bond with the Doctor is and how easily that can be compared to a legitimate love interest (even if the love interest in question is a one off character & the extent of the relationship appears to be like one kiss & then having Jamie spend most of his time around the Doctor instead)
I realize thereâs something slightly illogical about writing the words âshipping asideâ after a post like this but seriously - no matter how many categories youâre able to see two & jamieâs relationship fitting into, this is 40 minutes of big finish just hitting you over the head with how powerful/special/important that relationship is, and with them being two of my favorite characters, i really havenât been able to stop thinking about it since
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DATPT part 5
The boys have a conversation with Bruce before all hell breaks loose.Â
we're gonna ignore the fact I haven't posted in months, for compensation can I give you an extra-long chapter? BTW yes I did finish editing this during class, I'm also not great with pranking siblings, and since this was the way to tell them bout Marinette/Ladybug I ran with it.
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âOk, Damian, have fun.â Dick turned to his brothers. âWell, boys it looks like weâll have the apartment to ourselves Damianâs staying with Marinette tonight.â
âAnd you're ok with that?!â Jason asked, shocked Dick would let their youngest brother stay over with his girlfriend.
âOh donât give me that theyâre both eighteen now and something tells me Marinetteâs parents will keep more than one eye on them. So what do you guys want to do tonight.â The three brothers had decided that this trip to Paris would also be family time, especially considering how they didnât really get any of that during the year.
âMovie?â Tim asked.
âWhich one.â Jason was not watching another
âHow bout this one?â Tim picked up the box that Damian had left sitting out on the coffee table earlier that morning. Jason plucked it from Timâs hands and began reading the title.
âNight of the living statue. Are you sure this doesnât even seem scary?â
âI mean thereâs always the crowbar wielding clown we could watch.â
âOh yeah, that one got burned a while ago.â
âFair enough.â
âSo Night of the living statue it is,â Dick said, already making the popcorn.
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âNo donât go into the basement, oh come on!â Jason was yelling at the screen.
âJason you know they canât hear you right?â Tim said rolling his eyes, which were illuminated by the laptop screen sitting in front of him.
âI donât care Replacement the fact theyâre doing it goes against every bit of common sense, it just doesnât make, well--â
âSense?â Dick supplied walking back into the room with the third popcorn bucket of the evening.
âExactly I just donât get it!â Jason held out his hands and made a grabbing motion for the bucket Dick easily sidestepped him and plopped down between the two.
âOk, Tim popcorns back computers off.â He said as he finished getting settled.
âBut Iâm almost in, five more minutes and we get authentic Wayne manor security footage, and thatâs better than any movie.
âRules are rules replacement you agreed to the trade so you have to deal with it,â Jason said munching on popcorn.
âHeâs right, and anyway if you keep going at it weâre gonna get a call from Al-â Right on cue, the video call screen popped up on Timâs computer. He groaned before hitting accept.
âHey, Alf good to see ya olâ buddy olâ pal! Howâs the good olâ USofA?â He said in an overly perky voice.
âMaster Drake if I might request you stop attempting to hack onto the Batcave system it would be much appreciated.â Alfredâs voice rang over the call.
âJust hacking into security footage, huh?â Dick said glaring at Tim, Paris was a no hero weekend and Tim just broke that.
âI uh⊠Iâm gonna go.â He said ending the call, moving quickly he closed his laptop grabbed a handful of popcorn, bolted over the couch to the room he was staying in, and closed the door. Â
âWell, thatâs the last weâll be seeing of him tonight,â Dick said moving to grab his phone. He opened up Alfredâs contact at called him back. âSorry, Alfred heâs just itching to get a case. Heâs gotten really bored seeing Paris like a normal person, well as normal as you can get given weâre Waynes.â
âDonât worry about it I have one of those as well.â He panned his camera over to where Bruce was sitting cowl down at the computer in the Batcave. Dick and Jason both gave a small laugh.
âHow is he doing?â Dick asked.
âOh same as usual, sulking during the night, acting like a complete buffon during the day.â Jason laughed, Dick heard Bruce mutter through the phone, and Alfred brought the camera over to Bruce.
âHey, Bruce how ya doing?â Dick asked innocently.
âHow am I doing? Letâs see Richard, my sons hijacked the plane to go to Paris on a whim with no planning whatsoever, I got a call from Damianâs school that he was absent today. I'm also dealing with a very angry Italian ambassador, oh and with all the girls out on other missions Iâm dealing with the entirety of Gotham and WE by myself for who knows how long. How do you think I feel?â The bags under Bruceâs eyes were more pronounced than usual as he berated his two older sons for a few more minutes, ânow do you two have a reasonable explanation, or am I going to be feeding your asses to Harley Quinn for therapy sessions this week.â
âDamian has a girlfriend,â Dick said smoothly, Alfred and Bruce both paused, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
âPlease Dick if youâre gonna come up with an excuse at least make it a plausible one,â Bruce said while Alfred was attempting to compose himself in the background.
âIâm telling the truth, her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Sheâs in his class and apparently, theyâve been dating for the last few months.â
âIâm going to search her up and if youâre lying to me itâs three therapy sessions with Quinn.â Dick shivered remembering the last time that happened, He had been suspended over a shark tank until he admitted he needed to start putting himself first. Bruce typed a few things on the computer and let out a sharp whistle. âWell, Iâll be damned.â
âSee I told you,â Dick said smugly.
âThat doesnât change the fact that---â Bruce was cut off as they heard a scream come from Timâs room.
âSorry, Bruce gotta go check that out. Call you later.â Dick ended the video
following Jason to Timâs room where they saw him sitting over his computer furiously banging on the keyboard.
âWoah Woah replacement if you keep that up then there wonât be any computer left to type with.â
âI donât care! Someone cut the power and I was in the middle of checking Parisian crime records.
âDonât freak out,â Dick said calmly, âIâll go check the fuse box, you and Jason can go check the router. Ok?â
âOk,â Tim said taking a breath. He put his computer aside and walked out of the room with Jason following him. Dick tried to call Damian to find out where the fuse box was, but for some reason couldnât get a signal inside the apartment. He walked out onto the balcony waving his phone up wildly seeing if a bar would show up. He sighed as he brought his phone down. Nothing. As he turned to go back inside he felt a small pinch on his neck he moved to swat at it and he felt nothing. As he stepped forwards his eyelids began drooping, he stumbled and reached for the railing. He missed and before he slipped into unconsciousness he felt the bite of cold cement against his arms.
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When Dick woke up the sun was streaming through the living room window. He felt a weight on his stomach and when he stretched his neck up he saw Jason was lying on him, with Tim lying on the top of the pile. He laid there a moment as the night caught up to him, he began formulating who would knock them out, and how he was going to get out of this dogpile when a sharpâAhemâ sounded from the doorway. Standing there was Damian in jeans and a shirt.
âWell, it looks like you guys had a blast last night,â Marinette said poking her head in. It was the first time Dick had seen her without pigtails, instead, she had her blue-black locks tied back in a messy bun and she was suspiciously wearing Damianâs sweatshirt. Â
âYou want to tell me why Father called me last night wanting to know all about my girlfriend and why I hadnât told him about her yet.â Jason and Tim gave simultaneous groans of annoyance as Dick hopped up.
âListen Damian I can explain,â He said stepping forward. He felt something hook his foot. Â âWhat the--â he got out before red paint came crashing down on top of him. Jason and Tim, both awake now, shot up trying in vain to avoid the downpour only to stumble into more strings. Before anyone could blink glitter rained down from the ceiling sticking to the paint coating the boys. A camera flash later saw them giving the death glare to Damian as he and Marinette stood off to the side trying not to laugh.
âWhat. the. Hell.â Dick said as he wiped paint from his eyes.
âIf you want to live Demonspawn you better hope that this paint comes out,â Jason said as he attempted to shake glitter from his hair.
âIf Con ever finds that picture Jason isnât gonna be the one you should be scared of,â Tim said dangerously low. Damian finally cracked and started laughing. Collectively the three batboys stopped and looked up in shock. They hadnât heard Damian laugh before, sure theyâve heard the evil laugh and the Robin laugh but never his laugh, it was soft light, and infectious. Before long Marinette was laughing too, while Jason Tim and Dick were all smiling. Â
âOk you were right that was better than anything I could think up,â Damian said as he composed himself.
âHey give some credit to Luka,â Marinette said, âHe was the one who suggested glitter.â
Jasonâs eyes widened as he realized that not only did Demon spawn pull a nonlethal prank, but Marinette was in on it. Not just Marinette but some kid named Luka too.
âWait back up, youâre telling me you guys decided that you should knock us out, and then dump red paint and glitter on us?â Tim said blearily.
âWell, we couldnât just come out and tell you,â Marinette responded.
âWell we could, but this is revenge for your little family trip,â Damian interjected.
âTell us what? That you hate us with a passion? Youâre an evil psychopath?â
âYou know for a family of detectives you guys can be rather slow.â Marinette slammed a hand over her mouth realizing what she had said. âIâm sorry I didnât me--â
âI love you so much right now,â Damian said gawking at her, Marinette blushed.
âOk, will one of you two please talk to us rather than whatever,â Jason gestured vaguely to the two of them, âthat is.â
âWhat color is the glitter?â Marinette said as she turned her attention from Damian. She sounded almost like a school teacher would when talking to children.
âBlackâŠâ The boys responded in unison.
âAnd what color is the paint?â
âRed.â
âSo whatâs red and covered in black spots.â
âLady----- Oh for fucks sake,â Tim said slapping his hand on his forehead.
âThere it is,â Marinette said triumphantly, a smile spreading across her lips. A few moments later Jason and Dick both gasped as the information finally sunk in.
âWhy canât anyone in this family be normal.â The second youngest Wayne lamented.
âWell, at least this means you can join my team and me on patrols. I bet thatâll make Paris a little more interesting.â Tim perked up.
âWoah. Woah. Woah. We can talk all that out later but you need to go get cleaned up before the paint stains the carpet.â Damian interrupted, he didnât like the fact Marinette was talking about patrol with his brothers.
âI would like to remind you that this was your plan, Damian,â Dick said.
âIt may be my plan but itâs someone elseâs carpet now go.â
The three boys were shepherded to the bathroom while Damian and Marinette cleaned up the mess left in the living room. All three of them were rather impressed with the way the two of them had revealed Marinetteâs identity, although it went unspoken how if anyone revealed it there would be serious consequences.
It took them over an hour to even begin making a dent in the glitter-paint combination that covered their bodies. Dick having been directly under the bucket had it the worst, with Jason coming in at a close second. Jason thought he had at least gotten out the stuff in his hair during his shower, only to look in the mirror and let out a quiet fuck. Dick gave him a questioning look, in response, Jason just pointed to his hair. Where his white streak was now stained a deep crimson. âThis means war.â
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Boy Band
request: Hi, Would you be able to fic based off Criminal Minds season 5 episode 22 âThe Internet is foreverâ Where the fem reader fights off an unsub and Reid immediately falls for her?
Warnings: Mentions of death, cursing, mentions of fighting
âThis is Doris Archer, sheâs the third woman to go missing in Boise Idaho this year, along with Paula Renmar and Samantha Rush, they went missing roughly two months apart.â
JJ says, pictures of the disappearing women flashing on the screen at the round table as you look through their files. You hear footsteps enter the room, and spinning around, thereâs Spencer, but his long hair has been chopped off and curled, as if he were in one direction or something.
He sits next to Hotch, glancing around at all of the eyes on him before Hotch speaks.
âWhat, did you join a boy band?â
You stifle a laugh as Spencer stares at him confused, his eyebrows furrowing a bit.
âNo.â
God his voice is so adorable.Â
You just smile at him as he looks to you for answers.
âOkay, so what are we looking at here, late twenties to early thirties?â
Emily speaks up, dragging the topic back to the missing women.
âAll single, though two are in committed relationships, all living on their own.â
âWhat do we know about his M.O?â
âThatâs why we were invited in. The abduction sites are pristine.â
âNo DNA besides the victims, and thereâs no sign of forced entry or struggle.â
âThe question is, what he does while he has them.â
Thirty minutes later, you and the rest of your team (minus Penelope) are on the jet, discussing the case.
âCan someone explain to me, the appeal of using these sites,â Rossi asks, a smile spreading on all of your faces, âEating sushi tonight. Yum. Boss is keeping me late at work. Grr.â
You laugh, returning to reading a book while the jet flies on.
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You arrive at the police station finally, Walking up to a detective.
âUh, detective Fordham.â
âAgent Jareau?â
âYes, these are SSA Hotchner, Rossi, Y/L/N, and Dr. Spencer Reid.â
You wave at the man from the back with Spencer, you never shook hands with people because you started noticing people thinking Spencer was rude, so you did it with him, to make him feel less bad.Â
âHave you found anyone willing to talk to us about the victims?â
You ask, standing with your posture straight up, to make you appear more sure of yourself.
âThe problem wasnât who to bring in, it was who not to.â
You look at him, confused, and he gestures to a long line of people outside the door.
âOh boy. Thisâll be fun.â
You say, sighing.
âYep.â
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We had to watch a woman die. You couldnât help but clutch onto Spencerâs sleeve while Garcia tied her hardest to find out where it was, but it was worthless, she was gone.
You couldnât joke after that, couldnât even crack a smile. But now you, Emily, Spencer, and Morgan are on your way to Lucy Masterâs house to protect her.
âLucy Masters?â
âThis is the FBI weâre coming in!â
You shout, walking into the eerily quiet house. You and your team check everywhere for her.Â
âClear.â
You yell out hopelessly. You knew already. You just knew. You were too late.
âSheâs not here but her car is.â
âWe were too late.â
Your tell Morgan, looking down in shame. The TV turns on to static, making you jump a little.
âHey, it just went on by itself.â
What it shows you is horrible. Lucy Masters. Tied up by chains with two giant hooks next to her. a gag is tied around her mouth as she wriggles around. You point to a small device mounted on the TV.
âHeâs recording us.â
Minutes later youâre back in the car with Morgan and Emily, listening to the directions Hotch has given you.
â1823 Hudson, weâre on our way.â
âGarcia itâs been three minutes since the footage went up live Lucy might not have that much time left.â
âI can buy you some. Now that Iâve got his physical address, I got my business all up in his.â
 After only a few minutes you arrive at the sight and you donât waste a lick of time moving.
âY/N wait!â
Spencer shouted. You knew he would be mad for not listening, but there is a woman dying right now and you have no time to wait around.
You storm in head first, barging into a room of freezing cold where two dead bodies hang.
And as soon as you see the unsub on the third woman, red fills your vision and you jump on him, tackling him to the ground.
âAsshole! Dumb fucking prick!â
You kept shouting insults and Spencer froze up.
He wasnât surprised you got this mad, you always do after witnessing murders and catching the unsub is the only thing that can calm you down. It was one of the many reasons he was in love with you.
Wait. In love with you? Spencer was in love with you? For how long? He thought to himself in that moment, but he didnât have time to answer. At this point, if you continued to beat the man up, he would die.
Spencer ran up to you with Morgan and yanked you off of the man, holding your wriggling and writhing figure back while Morgan took the man into his custody.
âY/N! Calm down, itâs over! We got him and heâs going away for a very long time!â
When you finally did calm down, you let yourself relax into Spencerâs chest, his arms supporting you while you walked to the man.
âWhat do you see when you look at them?â
Emily asked. The manâs eyes dart around the room, staring at the women.
âYouâll never understand what I did. But out there, my followers? They understand.â
You felt your anger build up, and so did Spencer, but he didnât bother stopping you at this point.
You decked him square in the nose, so strong you heard a crack from a breaking bone.
Spencer held back a smile before placing a hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the building.
When you returned to Quantico, you plopped down at your desk all day. Not really working, more so just thinking.
Spencer walked up to you, sitting on the edge of your desk.
âHey, how you feeling?â
You sighed, plopping your head onto his lap.
âNgh. Mad that I didnât reach Lucy in time.â
âHey, you saved her life.â
You chuckled, but it was dry, no emotion behind it.
âPhysically? Yes, but sheâs gonna be ruined emotionally. It isnât easy to recover from that and sheâs going to need years of therapy.â
He picked your head up, hopping off of the table and leaning down in front of you, your noses barely touching.
âHey, sheâll be alright. Okay? Donât beat yourself up.â
You nod, but neither of you move. He glances down at your lips, asking permission. And you lean in, pressing your lips on his.
It felt perfect. Your lips were made for his, warm and sweet tasting. And his lips were cool, the taste of coffee right on his tongue.
When you pulled away, you rested your forehead on his.
âThank you.â
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There is Good in the Dark
Chapter 2---Ever Had an Itch?
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Peter shifted nervously, eyes glancing around in suspicion as he pulled his hood tighter over his head and adjusted the bag looped over his shoulder. His hair had been on end all day, leaving him horribly tired and weary as he'd scoped out a few SHIELD buildings. Tony had said that he'd be doing the same for Squadron Tower, and the teenager had believed him, but he'd seen the billboards while he'd been swinging around the city.
'Elusive Supervillain Iron Man Strikes Against the Squadron Supreme in Manhattan!'
Because of course he'd gone after the Squadron. Peter wasn't sure if the fight had been intentional or not, but it still irked him that the older villain hadn't invited him. He could have helped! He was a great fighter--and didn't Tony trust him?
Peter shook himself, crinkling the plastic bag clutched in his hand nervously as he glanced around once more before slipping down the steps of a boarded off subway station. The stairway quickly faded to dusty darkness that would've stumped anyone else but the teenager peered through easily, icy blue eyes glowing in the shadows.
Every footstep was an echo as the teenager stepped over to a dusty, broken down subway train. Only the front of the train and half a carriage were visible from the tunnel. Windows were broken and paint sprayed in illustrative colors that had worn down from the years in the dark. The door to the head of the train was hinged open into its dark, cramped world.
Peter stepped through, grabbing the lever and pulling it down. When he let go it snapped back up, the base of it glowing blue. Peter stabilized himself, shifting on his feet, as the ground underneath him lit up in a bright blue circle. It twisted with a click, shifting and circling down until the train had disappeared and the teenager stood in a cylindrical high tech elevator. It was the color of bleached bones.
The teenager stepped out of the elevator the moment the doors slid open, finally allowing for his hood to fall off in the safety of his home. Well, more of a secret lair, but it was home to Peter nonetheless. For years with his dad.
"Play it again," echoed a voice only his enhanced ears could hear.
Speaking of.
He tiptoed through the halls of his and Tony's underground mansion, searching for where the man was. There was a lot to search. Most of the home shared the same bone white walls and floors, and he always had to screw up his eyes after a few hours at the brightness of it. Arc reactor blue lights lined the shiny pillars and doorways rather than traditional light placement. All in all the place was eerie, not at all homie, but it was still home.
Following the uneven heartbeat of his dad and the muttered muses of discontentment, Peter finally came across the room Tony was in. He stood in front of a wall of holograms, arms crossed and back straight. His leg tapped like it always did when he didn't understand something.
"Again," Tony ordered, unaware of the kid padding up behind him. Peter glanced at the screen disinterestedly before stopping and staring at the figures displayed on it, his eyes narrowing in confusion. It was all of the world's most wanted, save for him and Tony of course, but--weird. Peter didn't really have words to describe them. Stupidly bright, maybe? Clearly, Tony was having the same problem. "Ever had an itch you just can't scratch?"
"I cannot itch, sir, but watching you refuse to sleep is a close second," Friday responded humorously. Peter smiled, but refrained from laughing, placing a finger to his lips and glancing at the ceiling. Thankfully, the AI didn't say anything.
"Keep the attitude up and I'll give you an itch," Tony warned playfully. "Slow the recording down and play--"
"ATTACK!!!" Peter screeched, shooting up from behind Tony and grabbing him in a mock chokehold. The man froze with a rather unvillainous yelp, practically jumping as he shook the kid off and swung around, a gloved hand shooting out. The teenager grinned as Tony went from tense to practically drooping with relief.
"Kid."
"Hey, Dad. How was the Squadron?"
"Peter, please. I have a heart condition."
He stepped forward, shouldering the older man playfully. "I'm not the one who attacked Earth's defenders today."
"I didn't plan on it."
"Didn't really look that way."
"Well, I didn't," Tony protested. He glanced down at the plastic in Peter's hand. "What's with the bag?"
"Oh." Peter glanced down, lifting it higher. "Dinner! I got Japanese. From a place across from the newest SHIELD hideout."
"Did anyone see you?"
"Nope."
"Great."
Tony ruffled his hair, and Peter ducked away with a displeased grin, dashing towards the table that held Tony's headpiece in the middle of reconstruction, clearly having been damaged during his fight today. The boy set the food down, taking out the cartons of fried rice and the sushi. Tony grabbed his own box, picking up a pair of chopsticks and twirling them around elegantly.
"How'd you pay for this?"
Peter stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth with his fingers. Tony scrunched his nose up at him in playful disgust. "I took your card."
"No stealing?"
"From a local business? We're villains, not bastards."
Tony laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you act like one. Don't eat sushi with your hands, you absolute animal."
"I can't figure the chopsticks out! They're too complicated."
"Oh, so you can build a bomb to escape SHIELD when you're ten but you can't eat sushi right?"
"That about sums it up, yeah," Peter quipped, taking a sip from a Gatorade he'd grabbed from a bodega. Tony rolled his eyes humorously. "So what's with the video? Is the Captain joining the US military or something?"
"He does look it," Tony agreed. "But not as far as I know. You know that red stone Mr. Sorcerer-From-Another-Universe has?"
"Uh, yeah? We've been trying to get it for months, Dad. I know what it is."
"Just checking." Peter stuck his tongue out at Tony, who blew a raspberry in response. "Anyway, I hit that thing earlier. It did this."
His adoptive father nodded his head toward the screen. The footage backed up and allowed Peter to watch the recording from the suit as Tony's repulsor blast hit Beck's glowing palm, the red waves that split the sky bursting from it, and the changes that fizzled between the waves. Peter squinted at the screen as the video came to a close.
"What do you think it means?" Peter asked, turning towards the man, who had focused in on the video once more, his face deceptively calculating.
"That's the itch," he pointed out, staring at the screen for another moment. "Quiz Time." Peter groaned, stuffing another piece of sushi in his mouth rebelliously. "Relax your teenage angst, kid, it's not bad. Hulk?"
"Radiation experiment gone wrong," he said immediately as if reading off a flashcard. "An attempt on what made the Captain, well, the Captain, by Bruce Banner. Dr. Banner's gone now that the Hulk's overtaken him. He's not smart, less wanted for villainy and more the destruction he causes and what he can provide militaries. Danger level: High."
"Black Widow."
"Superspy gone rogue. SHIELD tried to contain her but she killed every agent sent her way. No known motives but can take down countries overnight. Danger level: High."
"The Falcon."
"Deranged war hero. Was sent on an unknown suicide mission with his friend, he survived and the friend didn't. Motives are mostly against US military missions--good for him--and warmongering politicians. Danger level: Medium."
"Thor."
"A badass."
Tony gave him a look. "Try again."
Peter sighed. "A Norse God thrown out from his home with a super cool hammer. No known motives, likes to start shit. Danger level: Super-mega-ultra high."
His dad rolled his eyes with a crooked smile. "Hawkeye."
"A circus runaway. SHIELD attempted to recruit him but he betrayed them. Targets SHIELD, gangs, and wherever he can get a quick buck. Danger level: Meh."
"And the Captain."
"The creation of Howard Stark and Dr. Abraham Erskine. He was meant to be the Allies' savior, but he defected to Hydra. He ended up frozen in ice for like a million years before being thawed out by SHIELD and breaking away from Hydra. There's only been three confirmed sightings of him over five years. No known motives. Danger level: High."
"Good job, you passed. Barely."
"Barely!?"
Tony raised an eyebrow at him, waving a finger accusingly. "Stop fanboying over Thor. He could kill you in an instant."
"Pshh. I could take him."
"No you couldn't."
"Or I could just woo him into being my new dad. It worked with you."
Tony gasped, placing a hand over his arc reactor. "You little--" He cut himself off, fake offended. "You're a little shit, I hope you know that."
"I know, Dad," Peter laughed, bumping into him gently. Tony rolled his eyes, graciously pulling the teenager into a half-hug. "So, what are we gonna do about Fashion's Most Wanted?"
"I've got a theory. And a plan."
"Really. A whole plan?"
"Ehhh, 12% of a plan."
Peter huffed, "Fun. When do we start?"
  A dark figure was crouched, held tight against a building. A deep black and red shield was clenched on their arm, its shine the only thing visible in the night. Steve Rogers was a professional of stealth, accustomed to the ebony and arctic of the night.
Footsteps echoed in the emptiness of the building, and Steve tensed by the doorway where he was flattened against the dark bricks, his shield at the ready. A shadow in the night, he stood completely still until a figure stepped innocently through the door. Quick as a rattlesnake and silent as a mouse, he struck.
The man toppled. Steve caught him before he thudded to the ground, dragging him across the dirty cement and slipping the SHIELD agent behind a dumpster. He didn't bother to tie him up. Steve knew he'd be quick enough.
The Captain shifted through the doorway, every footstep light, and into the dusty light. As best he could, the soldier stuck to the shadows, thankful for the way the lights dimmed and flickered. The SHIELD building was old, but its information invaluable. The thought of what he might find spurred him forward to where the hallway was even brighter.
People were in that hallway. Two. They talked importantly, voices low, towards Steve. He ducked behind the doorway and out of the yellow light that shone from the hall, drawing his shield off of his forearm with a metallic sheen. He took a step forward, his maroon boot interrupting the golden light and the women's conversation.
They froze, looking up at him in terror before drawing guns from their hips. They didn't catch more than a glimpse of him before he'd thrown the shield. It bounced off the floor and zoomed around the ceiling. The dark red and black took the light with it as it shrouded the hallway in darkness. It returned to Steve seamlessly.
"We know you're there," came a voice. "Show yourself."
Silent, he threw the shield again. There were two thuds against the ground.
Steve dashed through the hall. And he brawled through the building.
Every hallway was the same. Agents, unaware and caught by surprise, left in the darkness and alone as he took the cameras out with his shield as well. Bodies dropped, gunshots flew, and in every room Steve was left unscathed. His reputation--the myth, a whisper, unknown--was well earned.
In barely six minutes, every floor had been cleared. Almost every floor.
The Captain slipped into the hallway of the last floor, leaving the dark and chalky stairway behind. The hallway itself was almost as dark as the stairwell, save for the light that trickled from underneath a closed door. He stalked closer, footsteps light and shield outstretched threateningly. He stopped outside the door and waited, listening to the murmured voices.
"...what was with that energy surge in New York?"
"Nobody knows. News cameras were wiped, all they showed was Iron Man wreaking havoc."
"Smart. A controlled narrative. Then again, that's all the world is now," snipped a voice. Steve furrowed his brows, searching for where he recognized it, but nothing was found. "Any news on the kid?"
"He's been at the fake SHIELD bases in New York, but the illusion's only been up for a few weeks. All things considered, he's been pretty tame. No burglaries or break-ins like the other 'villains.'"
"He knows?"
"We broke free," the woman responded as an answer. Her voice was familiar too.
"We weren't on Earth when it happened," the man argued.
"But the illusion still doesn't affect us while we're here."
"Well, at the very least, whatever happened effects him less than the others."
Steve's thoughts were racing, confused and trying to keep up with uncontextualized conversation. Illusion? Not on Earth? And what kid? Most strangely, his heart gave a painful tug at the mention of Iron Man, and he didn't know why. It almost hurt. Scratch that, it did hurt.
The super soldier shook his head, breaking free of the thoughts. His eyes flashed icy blue. He just had to get what he'd come here for and leave... What had he come here for? He furrowed his brows. There'd been a reason, he remembered he'd cared a lot about it, but now that he was here--the Captain was strangely lost.
He took a step back, hesitated, and then barreled through the door.
The metal hinges crunched underneath his force, creaking and groaning loudly but unable to cover the sound of guns clicking to action. He raised his shield to his face, crouching behind it for a moment as gunfire rained, clinking off of the metal harmlessly. There was a panicked yell of, "Fall back, Fury!!"
Steve threw his shield in the direction of the yell, diving behind a pile of crates at the familiar motion of the vibranium jumping from his forearm. It bounced with a schwing! knocking down the woman and zipping back to him. It sliced into a crate just above him, and he plucked it off of the splintered wood.
A gun cocked. Steve dared a glance around the crates.
The man was tall, dark, and intimidating. The way he held himself told Steve all he needed to know about what he could do, forcing him to duck behind the crates again in caution. He readjusted his shield with two thoughts: This man is dangerous, and, This man is familiar.
He didn't appreciate either of them.
"Steve?" the man dared, his voice hard. "If that's you I swear to God when we get out of this I'm taking that shiny shield of yours."
Steve hesitated. "You know me?"
"Yeah. You know me?"
His eyes flashed blue. His voice turned robotic. "You're Nick Fury, head of SHIELD. Tyrant do-gooder."
"Sure. I'll take it. Do you know who you are?"
The blue in his eyes dimmed to its natural darker color, warm instead of icy. Confusion, but not quite realization. "The Captain. And I'm here for something, so if you don't mind--"
"I mind," Fury interrupted. "What are you doing in Ireland, Rogers?"
"A mission."
"On what?"
"None of your concern," he answered shortly. He wished he knew.
"See, I think--"
Steve didn't think anymore. He swung out an arm and his shield flew off. There were gunshots, slowing the shield off of its course as Fury dived. The soldier jumped, gripping the shield as it bounced back, landing atop Fury. He buried a heavy foot on the man's leg, holding his shield out, ready for the fire of Fury's gun pointed upward.
Fury licked his lips. His words serious, his tone daring. "Are you gonna kill me, Rogers?"
The Captain stared down, his eyes narrowed. Killing Fury would be logical. SHIELD was his enemy. SHIELD was the enemy. All the missions, all the years spent fighting and tracking--the Director of SHIELD was the endgame... Wasn't he?
Fury took his silence as an answer.
"If you are, I'd hold off for a minute." The man nodded towards his left. Steve glanced.
There was a screen, portraying Iron Man, a bright explosion behind him. The video shifted, waves of red and blurred figures hidden from clear view. He squinted. Another tug, confused and--
Lonely.
"We're counting on you, Rogers."
"You shouldn't."
Against everything he'd ever known, Steve stepped off the man, lowering his SHIELD. Fury opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was, he didn't stick around to find out. The only traces that Steve had ever been there was an open window on the seventh floor and the two high-level SHIELD personnel he'd left alive for some reason still unknown to him.
  A duffel bag thumped against the floor next to a cheap hotel bed. The springs of the mattress creaked as Steve sat down on it, running a hand through his tussled, damp hair and clicking on the news on the fizzled old television. The shower had been refreshing, but not relaxing. There were still so many questions left unanswered, leaving the man more exhausted than he'd ever been. His whole body ached with confusion and that haunting feeling of loneliness that had tugged when Iron Man had been mentioned.
The feeling had died down some since he'd escaped from the SHIELD base a few hours ago, but it had yet to be smothered, and despite how much it hurt, Steve was grateful.
He didn't know how long exactly, but everything had felt murky for a while. Distracting. Foggy clouds of muddled memories and feelings and motivations. Why had he gone to that SHIELD base? Why did he go to any SHIELD base? Why did he let Nick Fury go? Why did he avoid his home in favor of destroying people and places he didn't know?
There were answers, but they weren't the ones that he wanted.
He went to SHIELD bases because they were the enemy, Hydra had taught him that. And he didn't go back to Brooklyn because the entirety of the United States was prepped to kill him. But why?
Why be loyal to Hydra? Why hurt others who didn't deserve it in the slightest?
His head told him everything Hydra had ever told him, his life had ever told him, about loyalty and values and justice--but his gut said different.
"...another warrant and surge of military power has been shifted to deal with the threat of Iron Man," commented a news reporter, catching the soldier's attention. Steve looked up from where his face had been pressed into his clamped hands to stare at the television. The pang that had been fading gave another strong tug as a picture of Tony Stark was flashed on screen. "This comes just after the villain's most recent attack on the city of New York and the world's mightiest heroes, the Squadron Supreme."
Steve almost laughed. The public worship of the Squadron Supreme never failed to amuse and baffle him. Their name was particularly dreadful.
"Mysterio, also known as Quentin Beck, Earth's resident sorcerer from another realm, assured the public in a call with the White House earlier today, that in response they will take more whale methods to assure this detrimental threat is taken care of. Here is a clip of that call."
The screen changed. In the middle was black, ready for the transcript of the call, while on either side of the screen sat the dignified faces of the president and the sorcerer.
"As the head of the Squadron Supreme," the president started. "What are your plans to fix this blight on our peaceful American ideal?"
"Certainly the team is still conferring, as we don't operate on just one view, but the general consensus is to get to Stark before he can start attacking anywhere or anywhere else."
"Will that work?"
"It will," Beck assured. "My team is the best there is, and Stark is barely anything. We've been holding back, trying to exercise some tolerance and take him in so that he may face the justice of your great world, but I believe we've reached the point where his danger is too great and there can no longer be any doubt on taking him out." Steve's eyes narrowed in anger. He paused, confused at the defensive response, before shaking his head and tuning back in. "This goes for a lot of other terrorists that have been so graciously tolerated."
The president let out a shocked yet dismissive huff. "You can't possibly expect to take down all of the Most Wanted."
"Within the week, I can promise you that, Mr. President. Starting with Iron Man and all the way to even the Captain."
There was a noise as the president moved to say something, but the last of the clip was cut off, returning to the news anchors. Steve muted the television, staring at the wall above the crackling box. His brows furrowed. He just-- he didn't understand.
The TV flashed, catching his attention. Steve glanced back down, his heart skipped a beat at the image on screen. It was Iron Man and Spider-Man. It was a photo of the two, clearly taken while they had been attacking something or other. Stark's mask was off, showing off his shiny blue eyes and dazzlingly sharp smile. Spider-Man's mask was on, but the man's posture told him everything he needed to know. He was excited, and he was safe, even with guns pointed at him.
Stark and Spider-Man were a family, and, looking at them on screen, a little bit of his lost feeling was taken away.
Steve glanced down at his bag and then back at the television. Quick footed, he grabbed it and left without another word, searching for the first flight to New York.
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Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
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Warnings: Mentions of guns, degrading names, injuries, blood, murder, swearing (always).
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"So this kid's the real killer?" Noah Stilisnki asked, his eyes moving from Scott and Stiles to me. We were in Stiles's bedroom, showing him a picture of Matt. We needed to end this, but Noah didn't seem convinced by what we were trying to explain.
"Yeah." Stiles rolled his eyes.
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"Dad, come on." He got up from his chair, standing in front of the man who had raised him. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."
"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class."
"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"
"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Stiles groaned, throwing his hands up.
"Scott, do you believe this?"
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." His calming voice reassured the Sheriff, but still, he seemed to have doubts. He glanced at me, and I nodded my head.
"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."
"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive." We looked at each other, sighing in relief. "I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"
"Isn't it obvious?" We still didn't know why Matt was doing this, so no. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." He shouted before his voice lowered. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" Before Noah could answer back his son, I hit Stiles's arm. "Ouch, what was that for?" He rubbed the placed where I had hit him while glancing at me.
"I'm in the swim team, asshole." I pouted, but then I quickly connected another dot. "That's why he attacked me." Both boys looked at me confused, still trying to understand. "That could be another reason, guys. I'm in the swim team." However, there were other people in the swim team, so why didn't he attack them?
"Attacked you?" Mr. Stilisnki directed at me. He seemed mad. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
We smiled, sighing in content. "We need to look at the evidence," Scott's voice sounded confident.
"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."
"Trust me. They'll let you in."
Sheriff Stilisnki was perplexed due to his son's words. "Trust you?" His fingers pointed at him.
"T-trust Scott?" Sheriff still wasn't convinced. "Trust...Y/N?"
"Y/N I trust." I grinned, feeling better than the other two boys, which made both of them push me a little. Tsk, is that jealousy I smell?
"It's 2:00 in the morning." The Deputy behind the counter gave us a judging look. Sheriff Stilisnki took the three of us to the station in hopes of finding more information, which seemed complicated as he no longer worked there.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."
"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" The hazel-eyed boy whispered to Scott and me. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?" We nodded. The pregnant girl, Jessica.
"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."
The Deputy made a gesture with her head. "Thank you. Boys. Y/N." We entered the office, watching the recording from the cameras of the hospital. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."
"All right, just keep going. Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."
"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." I hurriedly pointed to the camera.
"That's him! That's Matt!"
"All I see is the back of someone's head." Mr. Stilisnki glanced at us over his shoulder.
"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." A disgusting expression decorated his face. But it couldn't surpass Noah's face, realizing how weird his son was. "All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"
"Millions, literally."
"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."
"Right there! Stop, stop! See, there he is again."
"You mean there's the back of his head again."
"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."
"He's talking to my mom." He took his phone out, calling Melissa who was working. After sending her a picture of Matt, she affirmed recognizing him. She had stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall.
Noah rapidly grabbed some files. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."
"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave." Stiles added.
"Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."
"When?"
"A couple hours before you got there."
"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"
"Four's enough for a warrant." We sighed in relief. "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Y/N, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."
"On it!" I quickly hurried. When I arrived at the front desk, there was nobody. "Hello?" I glance down. The Deputy was lying on the floor, wide eyes, blood covering all of her chest. Then, I noticed that her gun was missing. I heard a click, turning around. Matt was there, the gun pointing to the space between my eyes.
He turned my body around, now pointing the gun to the back of my head. "Walk." We both started walking towards Noah's office.
Stiles was the first one to notice me, his eyes shaking. He was going to take a step forward when his father stopped him. "Matt?" Noah showed him his empty unarmed hands. "It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."
"You know, it's funny you say that because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." The barrel of the gun was pressed tighter against my head as he talked.
"I know you don't wanna hurt people."
"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list," The gun he was holding hit the back of my scalp, making me hiss.
"She was, Y/N McCall. If it wasn't for her, everything would have gone perfectly. But she HAD to be there, at the video store, fucking everything up." He sighed, pushing me forward. Stiles grabbed me, checking my face quickly, touching the back of my head to make sure that I didn't have any wound. "But I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing. T-that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!"
Matt made Stiles handcuff his father, then he took us with him. On the corridor, three officers were on the ground, lifeless. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asked.
"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He smirked.
Now, we were destroying all the files that conducted to him being a murderer. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."
We saw a light, followed by the sound of a car. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."
"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."
"If you don't move now. I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom. And then," He smirked. "I'm going to kill her. Because thanks to Y/N the Kanima isn't as strong as it could be. That night, if Jackson would have been the only one getting scratched, all of this wouldn't have happened. You guys would probably be dead." His rage was directed towards me. "But this bitch had to go inside the video store, and fuck everything up."
"And I will fuck everything up again if you touch anyo-" Stiles gripped my arm, begging me to calm down.
To our surprise, it wasn't Melissa. It was Derek. But he was paralyzed as soon as he came inside, falling to the floor, and letting us see Jackson behind him. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" I tried not to chuckle.
"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a fucking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
"Abominable snowman," I whispered his name, trying to let him know that it wasn't the time to be sarcastic. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."
Matt didn't like Stiles's comment. Jackson scratched his neck, paralyzing him. His body fell on top of Derek. "You bitch."
"Get him off of me."
"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."
"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."
Again, we heard a car. This time, it was Melissa. Scott went out with Matt, the next thing we knew, we heard a gunshot. I stayed on the floor, next to Stiles and Derek. Jackson's eyes fixed on me, smirking. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to end all of this.
A couple of minutes later, Matt came back to the room. My eyes focused on Scott, seeing the blood on his shirt. I walked up to him, examining his face for any type of signal that would let me know that he was healing. He just side-hugged me, keeping me away from his injury. "Is Melissa okay?" I whispered.
He nodded, glaring at Matt. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"
"Y-you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I-I want the book." We both were confused. Matt groaned, getting madder. "The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"
"I need answers." He used the back of his mouth to clean the visible sweat around his mouth.
"Answers to what?"
"To this." He lifted his shirt. His right side was the same colour as the Kanima, scales all over it, and it seemed to palpitate. It looked like that thing had its own life. "I'm tired of this," He grabbed Scott's shirt roughly. "Come with me. Jackson, keep an eye on those two," His glare went to me. "And her."
I sat down again, next to both boys while Jackson kept guard of the room so nobody would go inside or outside.
"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered.
"I know the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this."
"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Jackson.
"Universe balances things out. Always does." He panted. "He is using Jackson to kill people, and killing people himself." I stared at Derek, waiting for him to continue. "Balance."
"Wait," Stiles intervened. "So he becomes the Kanima? Derek nodded. We needed to stop him. We needed to tell him. I glance around the room, seeing my backpack on the floor. "Oh no," I heard Stilinski muttering. "What are you thinking of, McCall?" He tried to move his head to glance at me. "Don't do anything stupid, please. You are the one who told me that when I confronted Peter Hale."
"Did you listen to me, Stiles?" I asked in a hushed voice, crawling to my bag, rummaging through it until I grabbed the object that I was searching for. Pepper spray.
He groaned. "No, I didn't." I slowly got up from the ground, without making any sound. "You aren't going to listen, right?"
"Hey, Jackson," His head snapped to me, eyes shining. "Beautiful eyes." I rapidly used pepper spray. Jackson groaned, kneeling on the ground, and aggressively rubbing his eyes. I threw the spray back to the boys. "He will come to get me. I need to help Scott. Use the spray if you need it!" And even though Derek Hale told me not to do anything absurd, I continued running.
However, the power in the entire station turned off. "Fuck," I muttered. The sound of guns being shot scared the shit out of me, but I had to find Scott. I crawled on the floor, hands covering my head as the windows were being broken by the bullets. Then, when the shots seemed to stop, I got up and ran.
"Shit," My heart almost came out of my chest when I saw Allison. I felt fear because something bad could happen to her, then I felt relieved because we were worried about her as we hadn't seen her at the end of the party. And again, I felt terrified when I saw her face. A numb expression decorating her features while she had a hard grip on her crossbow. "What are you doing here?"
"Where's Derek? She avoided my question, answering with her own. "Where's Derek?!" Her eyes were teary.
"An answer for an answer," I replied. "What the heck are you doing here? You need to get the hell out of here." I looked around, deciding to whisper. "Allison, this is dangerous."
"I'm going to kill Derek Hale because he killed my mom." She spat. "And I will kill anyone who gets on my way."
"Bitch," I mumbled. "Derek Hale saved our asses a million times. Yeah, he probably isn't the best at communication, but when I say our asses, I also mean yours." I scowled. "Your mom," I smirked. "A huge bitch she is. Well, she was." Allison threw a punch at me, but I surprisingly dodged it, something you would only expect in films or books. "She deserves all that she got. She went to the hospital to get information from Mellisa." She glanced at the ground while I continued. "She deserved all that she got. Do you know why? Because she tried to kill Scott." She was in denial, but she knew because her family was deranged. "She tried to kill your boyfriend, Allison. She tried to kill my brother." I firmly stated.
"Shut up!" Next thing I knew, there was an arrow piercing my stomach. The arrow was exactly in the middle. I stared at it, and the blood coming out, although no words were coming out of my mouth as I stared at her. "Oh my, I-I didn't mean to-" I fell to the ground, thankfully on my back so the arrow wouldn't get more stuck in my abdomen. Allison was also interrupted when the Kanima appeared, paralyzing her. Then, it was Matt's turn to make an appearance.
"You should've given me a chance. Because remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like: 'well if I can't have her, no one can.' It's not totally true because, Allison, if I can't have you, no one can!" He screamed. "Thank you for finding this slut," He kneeled next to me, brushing my hair. "Pepper spray, uh?"
"If I could," I gasped for air. "I would fucking k-kill you right now."
"Yeah," He laughed hysterically. "But I think you are dying first. Should we show momma McCall, Scott, and Stiles how stunningly beautiful you look as the blood leaves your body?" This dude was sick, utterly sick. "Yeah, let's show them." The hand that was caressing my hair clutched it forcefully, dragging me by my hair through all the rooms in the station. I lost consciousness.
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pt. 4
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word count: 2,101
Ever since my little conversation with the girls I havenât been able to really be myself around Jeff. Now I notice the side glances, the lingering touches on my thigh, the way his breath hitches when I get pushed a little too close to him at parties, and everything else I havenât noticed before. My friends were adamant that he liked me back but I couldnât see it. Slowly I distanced myself from them, for one my manager thought it would be a good idea to release some new music soon so I was extra busy and I canât really be around my friends without feeling like my heart is going to explode. Of course they started noticing and not a day went by where I didnât get texts from at least three of them asking where I was and why I stopped coming around. Even Jason and Josh dropped my apartment to make sure I was still alive.
Three weeks have gone by since my sleepover with Jeff. We still talk but not as much as before. Carly and Natalie were constantly calling and texting and I truly felt bad, but it would seem like such a bullshit excuse to say itâs because of my crush on Jeff.
âSage, this is... this is real good work. Iâm thinking we finish it up, and be set to release it in two weeksâ James, my manager, said listening to to the final of three of the songs
âThanks dad, I think today weâre recording the last song. Iâll email you our final version by the end of the dayâ I reply, he ruffles my hair and nods, leaving for another meeting while the producer and I talk about the last track
We record for about four hours, fine tuning every last detail. After the two of us finally felt good about it we sent the file to James who also gave the approval. We sent it in the the higher ups who also gave us the ok. All the promotional pictures were finished, we had an album cover chosen, now to put it all together and make this my first serious piece of art. After the long morning I decided to head straight to my apartment. I wasnât particularly hungry anyways. I parked my car and took the elevator up to my apartment. Â
I noticed shushing and brushed it off, thinking it was just Carly and Erin messing around. I unlock the door and see all of my friends crammed into this fairly small apartment. No one had their cameras out and they all had their arms crossed I sighed and put my things down before shutting the door.
âBefore you even say anything. No Iâm not on drugs, I donât hate anyone, and I actually have been working on my music. My first EP is coming out in a few weeksâ I explain, their faces relax and Carly walks up to me
âDonât you ever try to ghost us like that again. We hated itâ She said, wrapping her slender arms around my shoulders and I nodded, our friends came around and we all had a sweet group hug
âWell a congratulations are in order. I think we should celebrate tonightâ David says, laughing loudly
âFine, Iâm stealing a Red Bull from your fridge thoughâ I say, we all go downstairs and I finally notice some of their cars parked there
We all head to Davidâs house and I grab a Red Bull. We all sit in the living room. Filming dumb bits and getting ready for tonight. David wanted to throw it at his house since he wanted to keep it relatively small. Natalie, Carly, and Erin went to stock up for the night, asking me about all my favorite things. It took about an hour and a half for them to come back. Everyone helped get things from Natâs car and set up. We were finally ready and decided to start drinking before everyone got here.
âMay Ilya and Zane stay away from the hospital. Amenâ I yell, all of them cheering in response as we take our shots
After a few rounds of shots I was already pretty tipsy. I sat down at the couch, answering a few congratulatory texts from others. I talked to a few of our friends here and there. Jeff was nowhere to be found. I frowned a bit, but who can blame him? After all, Iâm the one who made the decision to not talk to him.
âDo you think we could get a sneak peak?â Jason asks, taking a set next to me but I shake my head
âI want to keep it a complete surprise. Plus Iâve been thinking about having a release party and showing everyone thereâ I said, Jason actually thought that was a much better idea than just playing it
We made small talk here and there, apparently Wyatt has been dying to see my new studio. I loved Jasonâs kids like they were my own family, especially since Wyatt and I have such a love for music.
âIâd love to have Wyatt at the studio. He can even record some things if he wants to. I know how to produce as wellâ I said, Jason damn near cried at the suggestion and we set a date
âSomeone looks a little soberâ Zane yells from behind us, I laugh and allow him to take me to the kitchen where the others were taking shots or making their best interpretations of different cocktails
After sampling everyoneâs horrible attempt at a blackberry mojito itâs safe to say I was one shot away from exiting the physical realm. Especially since Zane decided it was appropriate to just dump nearly an entire bottle of rum in the drink. After a few minutes Todd headed to the door and let someone in. I heard the familiar accent and my heart dropped to my stomach. Jeff is here.
To be fair, Iâm probably the only one who really cares that much, especially since Iâm drunk as hell and I have a crush on the dude. I try to run and hide in a corner but thereâs a lot more people now. I finally see an opening and head straight for the backyard. Thankfully no one noticed because Zane was too busy doing something extremely dangerous. I sit in one of the chairs we reserve for smoking, hitting my puff and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. I hear the sliding door open and look up to see David.
âAlright whatâs wrong? You look like we threw a party because we killed your dogâ David jokes, my lips spread into a light smile
âNothing, Iâve just been so exhausted lately with everything going on.. thatâs allâ I lie, I mean Iâm not really lying, just not telling him the whole truth
âSo it has nothing to do with Jeff showing up and youâre definitely overthinking and avoiding him even more. Câmon Iâve known you for forever, you canât lie to meâ He replies, his tone suddenly being serious
And itâs true, Iâve known David since I moved out here. He was my first real L.A friend. Heâs seen me at my absolute lowest moments, and someone I could always go to whenever something was wrong. I hated that he could read me like a book.
âFine, the Jeff thing is a contributing factor. But Iâm being honest about the exhaustionâ I say, crossing my arms like a child
We sit and talk, something we havenât done in forever. It felt nice to have someone listen to me. After about half an hour of just talking we decide to head back inside. I felt too sober again and took some shots with Natalie and Toddy. I could feel Jeffâs eyes glaring a hole into the side of my head, but I was too sober to deal with anything right now.
At around 1:00 am. I got hungry and ordered DoorDash for everyone. All the other guests had left so it was just our main group scattered around the house. Jeff was surprisingly still here. Todd had whispered to me earlier that the only reason he was sticking around this late was to make sure I got home alright. I smiled at the sentiment, he was always making sure my drunk ass was safe.
Our DoorDash arrived and we all ate while watching some movie David found on Netflix. Jeff took a seat next to me, the look in his eyes was telling me he was going to ask for my permission so I simply nodded and scooted over so he could be comfortable. After we ate David wanted to get some last minute bits before we left for his vlog tomorrow.
âJeff are you attracted to Sage?â David asks, my breath hitches in my throat, making me choke on my water
âNo, Iâve blocked her out. Since sheâs part of the friend group I donât want to make anything weirdâ He replies, I can tell the answer even made David a little upset
Jason makes a joke to lighten the mood before thereâs any tension which I greatly appreciate. Although Jeffâs words struck a cord, while I sit there repeating what he said it hits me. Heâs right, I canât guarantee that if Jeff and I were together that it would be for life and I canât lose my second family. Heâs right, it would never happen. Before I know it I feel my eyes watering and Natalie gently grabs my hand before leading me to her room with the rest of the girls in tow. When she closes the door I finally let it all out
âItâs ok princess, let it outâ Mariah says, the girls wrapping me in a group hug
âItâs so stupid, weâre best friends before I let this stupid ass crush ruin everything but just hearing him say that out loud made it so much more concrete that we will never be togetherâ I cry, resting my head on her shoulder
We have a little talk and I clean myself up before we all go back outside. At that point  David was done filming and was looking through the footage on his camera to pick out some clips. Jeff was waiting patiently on the couch before Corinna spoke up.
âHey Jeff, Iâm gonna take Sage home. We have some plans tomorrow and it would just be easier if I stay overâ She says, itâs sort of true, Corinna has some meetings in the morning and theyâre closer to my place but she isnât staying over
âOh ok, I should head out then. Iâll see you guys laterâ Jeff says, saying his goodbyes and leaving
âSo was anyone else uncomfortable with Jeffâs answer or was it just me?â David asks, the group agrees, itâs definitely in his right to say that I mean no is mad
âYea, I wasnât mad cause itâs his own opinion and Jeff is a big boy, but he seems to sort of lead you on for him to turn around and say that he doesnât even see you like when we ask him about Natalie and Corinnaâ Heath replies, everyone nods in agreement and I just sigh
âIâm not mad, I mean I have been sort of ghosting everyone these past few weeks, maybe heâs just upsetâ I explain, Heath and Todd give me the look
âBaby thatâs bullshit and you know itâ Heath laughs, Todd agrees with him and taps my leg
âTo be honest, he was very stressed out while you were goneâ He says, I know heâs trying to make me feel better but it doesnât really help
Corinna and I leave shortly after we have our little group talk. We caught up during the car ride and before I know it weâre at my apartment. We say goodbye and plan to meet for lunch tomorrow before I head up to my apartment. I knew Carly was probably fast asleep so I tried to be as quiet as possible.
I get ready for bed and climb into my warm blanket, wrapping myself like a burrito. I browse TikTok on my phone for a few minutes before setting my alarm. Just before I let sleep take over my phone buzzes on my nightstand.
Jeff: I missed you.. Iâm sorry for being an asshole tonight. I had no idea that I was leading you on, but I didnât know you had a crush on me..
Fuck.
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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x Reader
Chapter 2- The Frankel Footage
Summary: After receiving a surprise visit from Five, you quit your bar tending job, quickly followed him to find Diego, and then broke Diego out of the mental hospital all in one day. Now you, Diego, and Lila, are free and ready to tackle whatever new problem awaits.
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You three ran for a couple blocks out of sight and away from any nosy law enforcement officers and their annoying sirens. Through back allyâs and down side streets, until you came upon a cluster of parked cars. Where you three hid behind trying not to be seen.
âThis wayâ Diego whispers while getting up to race across the street, you and Lila trailing after him.
Hiding behind an apartment building, you and Lila look back from where you just came. âAll right, we canât stay here for too long. Theyâre gonna be looking for us.â Diego quietly warns.
âThe cops or those large Scandinavian fellasâ Lila asks, still on lookout.
âBothâ you say quickly, turning to follow Diegoâs lead.
He suddenly jumps up on a dumpster then on top of an outhouse type building. âD, what are you doing?â You ask confused, not quite catching onto his plans just yet.
Grabbing clothes off the line and throwing them to you, he replies, âMe and you arenât gonna get very far dressed like a lobotomy case.â
âFair pointâ
âHey what about me?â Asks Lila, as Diego jumps down off of the small shed, walking back over to the two of you, and quickly throwing her some clothes in the process.
Diego turns around while taking off his shirt, âLook, I appreciate your help, but now we...â He points to you for a second, whoâs changing into a different shirt, from the previous hospital staff attire. âGo our separate ways.â
âWhy?â
âBecause theyâre gonna be looking for us, together. You stand a better chance on your own.â
âWhat, you guys need me, we could make a good team, I donât mind third wheeling.â
âNoâ
âOkay did you forget how great I am at causing distractions, or sneaking in small weapons, or when I saved your ass when...â Police sirens begin shouting through the air, cutting her off mid-sentence, catching all of your attentions with it. Sending a surge of panic through you, there was no way in hell were you getting caught.
âOh shitâ Lila whispers, turning to abruptly dodge under a car and out of sight like a literal ninja, who is this strange woman?
Looking at Diego you happen to spot a hiding place behind a small pillar of bricks. Grabbing his arms once again, you pull him with you towards the spot, hugging him tightly as you look over his shoulder. Hearing the whrr of a siren, you listen and watch as the cop car rolls past, agonizingly slow. Looking up at him once again, you canât help but notice the close proximity between the two of you, your face breaks out into a large grin. Relishing in the contact that youâve been so deeply deprived of.
âIs that a knife in your pants or are you just happy to see me?â You ask while flashing him a cheeky smile.
âWhy are you like this?â He whispers grinning back down at you, amused at your never ending ability to joke around at the most inappropriate times.
âHey guys, letâs take my car.â Lila says, while eyeing up one of the parked on the street.
Looking back into Diegoâs dark eyes, you swiftly catch his lips with yours, not being able hold yourself back anymore. He tenses for a split second before he melts into you, relaxing completely. The kiss is sweet, hungry, and full of longing. You can both tell how much youâve truly missed each other.
Breaking away, Diego follows your lips, disappointed in such a small intimate moment being ruined. âWe gotta go, our getaway driver is here.â You beam, satisfied with what you could get.
Jumping into the stolen car, you take the passenger seat making Diego sit in the back.
âLetâs roll kidsâ Lila says grinning, as she hastily backs out of the parking spot.
ââ
After sleeping in the front seat next to Lila, and Diego grumpily trying to find a comfy position in the back. You three made it through the night and are now currently up and ready to roll. Diego in the passenger seat now, with you at the wheel and Lila in the back. Parked in front of some library that Diego insisted on going to you as you could only assume it had to do with the president, most likely.
âAll right, hereâs the plan: Oswald finishes his shift at 4:30 p.m. Once he walks out those doors, we force him into the front seat.â Diego tells you, while looking out the window intensely.
âIâm in the front seatâ You reply while looking out at some birds eating something in the grass.
âOkay, fine. In the back seat.â
âIâm in the back seat.â Lila says, also unimpressed by Diegoâs plan. She makes knowing eye contact with you in the mirror.
âOkay in the trunk, Y/N is gonna pin his arms, Iâm gonna cut off his trigger finger and tell him he has 24 hours to exit Dallas.â
âThatâs your plan?â Lila asks. Sharing another glance with you.
âYou got a problem with it?â He questions sassily.
âWhy donât we just kill himâ You say with a casual shrug.
âWhat?
âI agree with Y/N, I mean, you think heâs gonna shoot the president right?â
âRightâ
âFine, so we kill him. Put a bullet between his eyes.â She says, as you make a finger gun and a boom sound. âProblem solvedâ
âNo, no, no, weâre not going to kill a man before heâs committed a crime.â He says, annoyed.
âThatâs stupidâ She retorts back, tired of Diegoâs dumb idea already.
âExcuse me?â
âIn fact, your whole plan is stupid. What, chopping off a guys finger?â She smiles amused.
âNo, itâs not just any finger, itâs his trigger finger, all right. You canât shoot a gun without a trigger finger.â He says defensively.
âWhat if heâs ambidextrous?â You ask, egging him on.
Diego looks at you in defeat at both of yours and Lilaâs points. She finally says, âHow do you get through a day?
âBoth of you get out. I can do this on my own.â He grumbles quickly.
âDr. Moncton was right, this hero complex is no joke. I mean, Y/N how do you even put up with his shit.â She wonders turning to you.
âDonât answer that. This is not what this is about.â Heâs says, you laughing at his sour mood and Lilaâs call out.
âD, she makes a compelling argument.â
Nodding at you she quips back, âOf course it is, you want to prove to Daddy that youâre a big success.â She says, realization clear on her features.
Snorting you raise your eyebrows at Diego, who says, âNo, out of the three of us, you donât know anything about me, Lila.â
âI donât have to be Y/N to know anything about you. You are an open book written for very dumb children.â She says matter-of-factly.
Holding in laughter you face away from Diego, as you peer out the window so he wonât see the amusement clear on your face.
You love Diego, and fight crime with Diego, but you donât do it out of a hero complex like he does. You do it because itâs fun and it helps people sometimes. Youâve never seeked it out in the way that he did, like buying a patrol caller, walking into crime scenes to gather information, and continuously wearing that stupidly adorable childhood domino mask. You prefer to stay in the shadows and hunt down rapists and human traffickers when the opportunity arises. So yeah, Lila calling out Diego on his shit, that he doesnât realize is his shit, does entertain you.
âIâm not. Trying. To. Be A. Hero, okay!â He says slowly with frustration lacing his voice, like we canât understand him.
âThen why are we doing this?â You reply facing him again. All of a sudden Five appears in the back seat next to Lila, who screams and backs away. Clearly not expecting a 13 year old boy to just teleport randomly into the car.
âBecause heâs an idiotâ Five replies smartly, with a smug grin on his young face.
Calming down again she looks at Five confused, âWho the hell are you, I mean Diego did tell me Y/N is kinda like a vampire but not really a vampire, so?â
Giving Diego your what-the-fuck-did-you-tell-her-about-me face, he briefly grins at you when Five answers her, âHi. Iâm his loving brother.â
âWho left me to rot in a nut house.â
âTo protect you from yourself.â
âThatâs the sweetest thing youâve ever said to him, Iâm gonna cry.â You reply, while wiping a fake tear away.
Rolling his eyes Diego points to the three of you, âOkay, all of you, out.â Diego says done with all of your shit.
âLose the crazy lady, you two are coming with me. We have important business.â Five says frustrated.
Diego turns to look out the front window. âI am not going anywhere with you.â
Looking out the window, Five spots a security guard walking down the street. âOkay, fine.â
Not buying into Fiveâs surrender, you follow his gaze seeing the officer walking away from all of you. With a big smile plastered on his face, Five takes this moment of improvisation to call out loudly. âOfficer!â
âHey!â Diego snaps, reaching past you in record time, silencing Five by grabbing his jacket. âWhat are you doing?â
Grinning like the little shit he is, Five answers sassily, âI hear thereâs a reward out for you two, and an unidentified jailbreaker accomplice last seen helping two patients escape.â
âHeâs bluffing.â Lila says.
Watching the intense stare down between the two of them you reply, âHeâs not.â Knowing better then to doubt Five. Cause letâs be honest he would watch you get arrested for fun any day of the week.
âFine. Weâll go with you.â He says defeated yet again.
âWhat about me?â Lila asks.
âShe yells at Diego when heâs being an idiot, crazy lady can come too.â You tell them while nodding to her.
âYou yell at me when Iâm being an idiot too, Y/N.â Diego remarks bluntly.
âThatâs fair. But I feel like sheâs good at playing eye spy, and youâre definitely not. You have no patience, I swear.â
âI donât know what I just got myself into but Iâm glad I met you guys.â Lila exclaims enthusiastically, pleased at your positive answer.
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A short drive later, you, Diego, Five and Lila begin walking up the steps into Fiveâs new friends building. Not being overly impressed by much and concerned for this mans mental well being at the fact that heâs Fiveâs so-called âfriendâ, you keep walking as Five leads you three up the stairs. When you reach the top, you hear footsteps and the sound of a gun click. Glancing up, you observe a scrawny looking man with confusion and fight in his eyes. He starts to speak all stressed out and loud, barking at you four. âWhere did you get the film? The Frankel Footage. The truth this time.â He demands while still holding up the gun at the four of you. Oh yeah, this is Fiveâs new friend? Seems about right.
âYou know this lunatic?â Diego wonders at Five.
âGod, his hearts beating so loud, Iâm gonna have a headache.â You groan, this guy is on full adrenaline, jeesh.
Five sighs, âNew acquaintance. Heâs harmless.â
âAre you sure about that?â Lila asks, puzzled.
Without warning this new friend of Fiveâs starts to yell, sounding like an off cord scratchy violin in your hyper sensitive ears. A quiet room with sudden loud noises makes your hearing extra perceptive. Itâs not exactly a beneficial attribute to have at the moment.
âAre you or are you not an enemy of the people?!â
Giving you a precious moment of peace, Diego answers back. âSuch an open-ended question, yeah.â
âReally depends on the people.â Adds Five calmly.
Raising the gun up higher the angry guy speaks again, less loud this time. âYou move one more muscle, I will blow yâalls brains out.â
âYeah good luck with that, youâll deeply regret it in a couple seconds.â You tell him bluntly as he gives you a weird look.
âYou want to take this or should I?â Diego asks Five. Always ready to throw hands at any given moment.
âNo, I got him.â He replies with apprehensive determination.
An abrupt flash later, Five is in front of the mysteriously angry gunman. Grabbing the gun and pushing the barrel upward where it then goes off. Shooting a bullet into the ceiling. And sending a symphony of booming racket directly into your ears.
âFucking hellâ You mumble while pursing your lips together as the pain in your ears wears off.
Looking back up, you watch as Diego unloads the gun and the crazy southern guy looks at everyone in confusion.
âWhat the hell just happened?â Lila asks with an amused smile, clearly not expecting anything more weird to take place again.
ââ
After the fun little greeting Elliot gave you, you and Diego tied him up, you know just normal couple things. So Five could play some home movies, or in other words that Frankel Footage Elliot was yapping about earlier. Leaving him in a dentistâs chair, Lila sat down and started to paint his toe nails some kind of green color. While Five was playing the old film footage, Diego sat on a counter to his left, knees up and knife in one hand. Meanwhile you sat cross legged on the same counter near his shoes leaning your right knee on Diegoâs bent legs.
âI love old couples. Iâm always so proud of them for not murdering each other.â She says randomly.
âWhy are we watching this?â Diego suddenly asks Five, whoâs intensely focused on the footage. âShushâ Heâs tells him, hyper focused on the projection screen.
The people on the screen begin talking about who they are and where they happen to be at the moment. Dallas, Texas. November 22, 1963. Oh, shit. You think, knowing exactly where this specific moment is going to lead.
Leaning in closer Diego says, âThis is it. The grassy knoll. Kennedyâs about to get shot. How do you have this?â He quickly questions Five.
âHazel died to get me this footage. It must be the key to stopping doomsday.â
âHazel?â You ask curiously, remembering the masked guy who shanked you with an old iron antique boat when you first met him and Cha Cha shooting up the Umbrella Academy. Damn, heâs already dead.
âLong story.â
âWhatâs doomsday?â Wonders Lila in confusion.
âLonger story.â
âWhat exactly did he say to you?â Diego questions in bewilderment.
âWell, he was killed before he could explain. But whatever he wanted us to see, itâs on this film.â He answers earnestly.
Without warning, gunshots go off in the background, signaling that President Kennedy's been shot. All of you watch closer with wide eyes as you three try to spot what Hazel was talking about. Five rewinds the tape for better inspection, moving around to slide the projector back. Giving everyone a better view to watch the footage. âIt canât be.â He says astonished.
âOkay, you guys gonna fill me in now? What the hell is this shit weâre watching?â Demands Lila, weirded out by how the three of you are acting towards this random footage.
Standing up and walking closer to the screen, you, Diego, and Five look on in stunned shock, spotting him. âWhat the fuck?â You say perplexed.
âNo, thatâs impossible.âÂ
âClearly, itâs not.â Mutters Five.
From behind you three, you hear the muffled voice of Elliot. âWhat...what is it?â
âDadâ Diego and Five whisper dumbfounded. You only look on in deep thought. How could he have been there, and what the hell was old Reggie doing there in the first place?
ââ
âOf course Dad would be involved in the assassination. I should have know.â
âNo, youâre jumping to conclusions.â Replies Five, while pacing back and forth.
âItâs a bit of a stretch, Diego.â You tell him shrugging.
âWhat else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll, holding an open umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?!â Diego yells back at the two of you.
âIt doesnât look good, I admit.â Replies Five.
âNo, heâs the signalman for the whole goddamn thing.â He says convincing himself.
âEasy Diego. Seriously.â
âNo, it makes sense. This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you.â Diego says looking intently at Five. âWe have to stop Dad from killing the president.â
âDiego, calm down, all right. Dad was no Boy Scout, but presidential assassination? Itâs never been his thing.â Five argues, and youâd have to agree, Diegoâs truly jumping ahead of himself.
âHow would you know? You skipped out on his golden years.â Diego snaps back.
âSkipped out?â Five scoffed stepping closer, âYou think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for 45 years.â Deciding heâd had enough of Diegoâs dad and killing the president shit, Five growls back at Diego. âYou know what? We donât have time for this right now. Dads clearly in Dallas, right? Letâs just go talk to him. Maybe he can help fix the timeline.â He ends with, walking around the room.
âDallas is a big place. We need to find him first.â Diego replies bluntly.
âGee, if only we had some magical, old times way of finding people and their addresses.â Five sasses back while putting his hands on his small hips.
âAlright smart-ass, Iâll find the phone book.â You quip, getting up off the counter and walking towards Elliotâs office. Finding the thing laying under a couple of papers and a stapler, you grab it and set it down on the nearby desktop.
âLetâs start simple. His name.â Five says as Diego reads off the names in the H section. âShit, nothing here.â
âTry his company, what was it Five?â You ask while standing behind them.
âD.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co.â Five says without missing a beat.
âYeah, I know the name. Thanks.â Diego replies sarcastically. Continuing his search by flipping through the pages. âUh....Holy shit. D.S. Umbrella.â He looks at Five surprised, âEighty-two Olive. Letâs go.â He says, shutting the phone book.
Pulling up the white film screen and walking through the doorway Diego turns to Five. âHe okay to leave here like that?â Referring to Elliot who was still tied to the dentist chair.
âYeah, heâs fine. What about the girl?â
âSheâs chilling in the dark room getting some air. So where are we going?â You remark casually.
âThe hell is she doing in there, or you?â Diego wonders.
âWe were having some quality girl time, nothing youâd be interested in, I promise.â You say winking at him.
âââ
Pulling up to the building of the hour, you all get out, shutting the doors and walking up to the glass doors. All collectively feeling a bit uneasy about meeting Sir Reginald Hargreeves, that is if he decides to make an appearance or not.
âHow longâs it been since youâve seen the old man?â You ask Five, who looks like heâd rather be anywhere else.
âForty-Five years.â
âThatâs a trip.â
âNo kidding.â Five sighs, leaning against the brick wall as Diego makes an attempt to lock pick the doors. âYou know, when I was stuck out there in the apocalypse, there wasnât a day that went by where I didnât hear his voice in my head.â
âWhat was he saying?â Asked Diego, still fiddling with the lock.
âI told you so.âÂ
âWell, if Dadâs here, heâs never met you before, so he canât say, I told you so.â Diego says trying to boost Fiveâs dampened mood.
âIâm sure heâll find a way.â Five says while looking back around at the grassy yard. Catching your eye, you nod to him to help Diego out. A flash later and heâs on the other side of the door, unlocking it with ease and letting you two inside. âRight. Gotta remember thatâ Diego says, clearing his throat, standing up and walking through the now unlocked glass doors. You following right behind him, as Five holds the door open.
Walking fully inside the office building, Five goes to turn on a lamp only for it to flicker off again within seconds of being turned on. âShit. Guess Dad wasnât much for home decor.â Says Diego eyeing up the place.
You look around the room yourself, fully taking in your surroundings, as your eyes immediately begin adjusting in the dark room, youâre now able to see everything clearly. Observing the lack of care and vacancy in the area you nod to Five. âThis feels more like a front, some kind of decoy maybe?â
âA front for what?â Diego asks, confused.
âBeats meâ Replies Five still uneasy about being in here.
âWell, me and Y/N will take the left. Yell if you, uh....get in trouble. Y/N will hear you.â Remarks Diego, swinging the door open.
âDonât get shot, remember your safety training.â You smirk at Five jokingly, as you walk through the open door that Diego is holding open for you.
âHow could I forget.â Fives replies back, slightly amused at your ability to seem calm in a place like this.
Walking down the hallway, Diego opens a door leading into someoneâs office. The air smells old and stale to you, clearly no ones actually been in here in quite a while. Diego blows off dust laying lightly on top of a file, who just leaves a random file lying around for anyone to snatch? He starts to flip through it, concentrated on finding a scrap of evidence. When your ears prick up at the sound of light footsteps that apparently Diego canât hear yet. Then a door opens and the footsteps sound like theyâre retreating out the doorway. Diego abruptly looks up at you for reassurance, wanting to know for sure you heard what he just heard too. You nod at him, making your way towards the door to find this mystery person. Diego walks towards the door hot on your heels, catching up and moving past you swiftly. Determined to catch sight of the cryptic individual himself.
Opening the doors, you catch a glimpse of the mystery man briskly walking into the thick foggy night air and out of sight.
âIâll go after him, you circle around and hopefully catch him off guard if he decides to run.â Telling you the plans, Diego turns ready to catch up with the guy, giving you a flash of a nervous smile before he goes. And then heâs gone, into the fog and out of sight. Yeah fuck that, itâs dark out and this guy could be legitimately dangerous for all you know, idiot. Following behind Diego from a distance were he wouldnât be able to notice you. Not that itâd be hard anyways, considering youâre kinda a master of stealth yourself.
You climb up into the rafters of this weird barn type building, you hear the faintest sounds of Five yelling for you two from within the office building. As youâre about to jump down to help, you spot Diego walking when another figure drops out of the shadows kicking him in the ribs. Great. Deciding youâd like to sit back and watch for a bit, you climb closer for a better view. Diego then throws a knife and the stranger ducks, completely missing him. âDamn, I bet heâd be fantastic at laser tag.â You mumble letting your intrusive thoughts work their way out subconsciously.
Watching Diego twirl around and make some compelling hits gives you time to get closer and bring yourself nearer to the ground. Incase you needed to lend a hand or two if things got messy. As you finally drop yourself onto the damp floor, you look up to see Diego apparently losing the fight a bit. Getting flipped onto his knees for a second before he runs forward pulling out some type of metal stick from a bunch of wooden crates. Where he then proceeds to backflip off said crates and stick the landing with ease. Show off. He starts swinging it around, advancing on the stranger whoâs doing a decent job at holding his own ground.
That is, until the guy looses his dark face-covering, only to reveal, holy shit, the one and only asshole himself, Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Diego must have been just as shocked too, because the next moment you hear a soft âdadâ from Diegoâs lips. And then Reginald lunges, you see a flash of gold and hide a muffled scream as a small knife plunges into Diegoâs side. You hear âamateurâ before he turns around and casually walks out of the barn without a single fuck to give.
Gasping you ignore the need to question Sir Reginald, racing over to Diego whoâs lying on the floor wide eyed in bewilderment as to what just unfolded a couple seconds ago.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Diego what the fuck!?â You say panicked, ripping your thin jacket off and covering his stab wound with it.
Moaning in pain he looks at you. âI should have let you take him.â He whispers tiredly.
âShut up I know, FIVE get the fuck over here!â You scream in a desperate panic.
Teleporting to you, he looks down surprised. âJesus Diego I leave you alone for 5 minutes and this is what happens.â He says bluntly while shaking his head.
âJust go get the car.â You growl at him, while pressing the fabric into Diego's side to help stop the bleeding.
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Can you pick me up? my uni burnt down (Chapt. 2)
Relationships: Sleepy bois inc (all fics i write are platonic)
Summary:Â
 In which Techno goes to England for University, his building catches fire in the night, and he isn't prepared for the difference in climate between England and California. SBI fluff ensues
Chapter summary:Â
After waking up, Wilbur has the great idea that they should do a sleepy boys stream. Tommy doesn't get told about this id
Words: 1785
Language: English
AO3 Chapt. 1
Listen, waking up on a sofa, with a thin blanket shared with 3 men was never going to be the best morning. His back hurt and his legs were numb from Wilbur having sprawled out over the three of them as he slept.Â
Stretching his arms back, he recounted the events of last night. God, it really was only a few hours ago, he was so tired. Had this been last year, he would have been able to stay up for days on end and then just crash for an entire weekend. It wasnât last year though and Techno had gotten himself into a fairly healthy routine, he couldnât exactly be sleeping through his uni classes anyway.Â
âAlright you twoâ Hearing Philzaâs voice, he propped his head up, âGet up, you canât lay around all dayâ
A groan came from the mass of blankets and cushions that happened to be Wilbur, who was curled up in the centre of it,
âPhil it's so early and we went to bed so late. Itâs fine to sleep inâ
âOkayâ he chuckled, humouring his tired friend âItâs midday Wil, im taking the blankets away nowâ
Techno thought it was much too early too, as he tugged the sleeves of Wilburâs hoodie down a little further so they could act like gloves.Â
âDo you mind if I use your PC to try and find out whatâs going on with my classes at some point? They'll probably send me an email or somethingâ He grumbled, standing up so he could stretch his back out properly, following Phil slowly to the kitchen.
âThatâs fine, it's up in my room, do what you needâ
Breakfast was nice, it had been a while since Techno had had time for it honestly, and even longer since he had been able to eat with people he cared about. He had a couple slices of buttered toast and a bowl of some british cereal which he didnât really like but he didnât want to be rude so he ate it anyway.Â
âYou wanna stream together later?â Wil asked through a mouth full of food, earning a snort from Phil. This was nice.Â
âYeah maybe, you use face cam though, Iâm not like against showing them my face but y'know, it is what it isâ he shrugged, spooning another mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth, he had to admit it was very bland, he much preferred the sweeter ones that were more popular in America.Â
âWell think about it, if you decide you don't want them to see you, you can always just sit off to the side and I'll turn my monitor so you can still see it. My office is big enough for it anyway, itâll be like where Niki was during that one MCC remember?â
Techno nodded and carried on eating, they really were 3 very sleepy boys right now. Maybe heâd take a nap once he found out what was going on with his classes.Â
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Streaming without any gameplay to comment about and with facecam on? Techno wasnât exactly looking forward to it. That just didnât really sound like something he was going to enjoy.
It was nerve wracking and he always seemed to glance at the camera too much when it was pointed at him. He knew the fans would be disappointed if he didnât do it though, When Wilbur tweeted out saying that he and Phil would join him in a âyou laugh you loseâ he watched as the replies freaked out.Â
You could say he was just a bit camera shy, he wasnât incredibly insecure, sure there were things he didnât like that much but everyone had things like that, it just made him nervous to know that people were looking at him.Â
Heâd be okay with his friendâs though, he trusted that theyâd never put him in an uncomfortable situation. He knew if he got overwhelmed he could sit outside the frame.Â
It would be okay.Â
âHey hey chatâ Wilbur mumbled into the mic, making it loud enough so that everyone could hear but it still sounded like he was whispering.Â
âWeâve got the blade here, bet you werenât expecting that huh chat? Or maybe you were, maybe you read the title of the stream, bet thereâs someone watching who didn't think heâd be here thoughâ he finally turned the music off and switched from his âstarting soonâ screen to his regular camera.Â
Wil went through the rules, it was the normal stuff, he added in some jokes here and there, prodding Techno and Phil to talk at times. Theyâd already agreed that this wouldnât be for youtube, since that seemed to add a bit too much pressure for Techno, but hey, he still had to welcome his chat.Â
âOkay!! First media share! Lets goâ Â
After a series of videos, some funnier than others, Techno had started to loosen up a bit. He was getting more comfortable with the camera and while heâd probably cringe while looking back at the footage, at least he was having fun right now.
He had a warm feeling in his chest that wasnât usually there when he was streaming alone, sure it was usually fun but nothing was better than being with his friends while doing it, there was really only one person who was missing.Â
As if on queue, chat started spamming Tommyâs name, for a moment Techno thought he had been mumbling his thoughts out loud, before he looked between Phil and Wilbur, who both seemed equally confused. Moving Wilburâs mouse over the chat to pause it, Techno tried to read some of the messages.Â
âOh he tweeted somethingâ he mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket without a care. Maybe some irl streamers would have used the computer but knowing Wilburâs history, he doubted it could run Chrome and streamlabs at the same time.Â
Looking at the tweet he felt a little pang of guilt. It was lighthearted and jokey but he knew thereâd be a little truth to it. He nudged the other two and read it aloud to them.Â
âDamn guess Iâm not a sleepy boy after allâ
The air felt a little thick after that, they hadnât meant to exclude Tommy; all of the excitement of Techno coming to stay had just made it a little hard to arrange to have Tommy here after all.Â
Still, they probably should have still told him though. They were supposed to be each other's family. Â
âHey chat I think weâre gonna have to end stream early.â Wilbur finally piped up, deciding it wouldn't be right to carry on when they had hurt their friend, not that chat needed to know that though, he didnât want to embarrass Tommy.Â
âI feel kinda sick and I don't think you all wanna watch me vomit right? Yeah so itâs best we end it nowâÂ
Techno sniggered to himself at that, in games Wilbur always seemed to be very cunning but he supposed he wasnât very good at lying when it was about something he actually cared about. Said something being Tommy. Â
After raiding Fundy, the trio hopped straight onto discord.Â
Tommy didn't answer the first time he was called.Â
Or the second.Â
Finally, after three calls, Tommy decided heâd talk to them.Â
âYou are all a bunch of dick heads, you know that? What the hell! Why wasnât I invited to the sleepy boyâs stream! Wilbur you bitch!â Through all the vulgar language and the constant yelling, it was clear that Tommy was genuinely upset.Â
He had every right to be, as far as Techno was concerned. From his point of view his friendâs had just gone off and hung out without him. He just hoped heâd calm down once they explained everything. Â
âYou know I thought we were friends! I thought we were brothers! But if you donât wanna hang out with a âkidâ you can just tell me and iâll- i'll go!â He was still yelling, as usual, it was clear he was trying to make this into a joke where he could overreact but Techno noticed the small sniffles and the quiver in his voice.Â
By the looks on Philâs and Wilburâs faces, they recognised it too. Â
âListen, TommyâÂ
Wil was the first to talk, it made sense, it seemed that Tommy trusted him the most at times. Sometimes Techno could be a bit too cold and sometimes Phil could get a bit too overbearing.
Techno understood this, he didnât take it personally, he knew it was only natural that you have people you trust with your emotions more than others. It didnât mean Tommy didnât love them just as much, just that they werenât his âgo-toâ when he felt down.Â
Techno felt the same way sometimes. Feelingâs got complicated and personally he thought Phil was the best to talk to about that, the fact that he was older and had his life sorted out gave him a sense of comfort, like he could trust him because he knew what he was talking about.Â
âWe didnât plan a meetup, it just sorta happened. Phil was at my place, helping me record, and then Technoâs Uni had a fire and he needed a place to stay while theyâre making it safe againâ Wilbur sighed as he heard Tommy moving on the other side of his mic. Techno wondered what he was doing.Â
âWe would have invited you, had we known that weâd all be in the same place TomsâÂ
Phil took over, giving Wilbur a little sympathetic smile. The brunette so obviously felt guilty about the situation.Â
âBut when we got the call from Techâ it was past 3 in the morning and it was tipping it down with snow, as soon as we got home we all slept. We decided to do a stream this morning but never once did we intend to try and make you feel like you arenât welcome with usâÂ
Finally it was Technoâs turn to talk...Fuck.
He wasnât exactly the most sentimental guy, he struggled to show his emotions and he just assumed everyone he cared for just knew that he cared for them. He rarely had to say it out loud. God okay. He just had to swallow his pride and go for it.Â
âTommy you are a sleepy boy and you are our brother. We did kind of a dick move today and if I was you Iâd probably be upset too. I know I didn't like seeing you guys playing without me during MCC and that wasnât even any of our decisions. We should have called you or something. I know I kinda tease you a lot but thatâs just how I show I like people. Listen Tommy if I didnât care about you I wouldnât be comfortable enough to make those kinds of jokes with you. Itâs not funny if itâs hurting you though..â
Techno bit his lip, this wasnât as hard as he had anticipated but it was coming out like word vomit.Â
âYouâre young Tommy but youâre so talented. We love youâ
There was some more rustling, it sounded like Tommy was wiping his eyes. Maybe the boy had expected a yelling match, only for it to turn out to be very emotional.Â
âI love you guys too.. If you ever exclude me ever again though Iâm getting my vlog knife outâ
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Ba-by Vlog doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Summary:Â Imagine being part of the inner circle of friends that's known as the Vlog Squad. You've known Zane the longest, but his friends became yours instantly when introduced. You've been there for them through all their ups and downs, so you're not exactly surprised when they insert themselves into this next chapter of your life.
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Warnings: Language.
For the passed few weeks you've felt like utter crap. You've had no energy, you were constantly nauseous, and the small bean growing in your womb caused a big fight with your boyfriend of three years that ended with him walking out on you.
Your friends have been calling and coming over to check on you, but you weren't in the mood to hang out, especially while they filmed their bits because it usually involved something outrageous and you didn't want to chance being hurt.
But apparently, Zane has had enough of your excuses.
[unlock ur door. omw.]
You had sighed at his text, but did as you were told. Then falling back on the couch, you awaited his arrival.
Fifteen minutes later, your front door is being opened.
"Baby," Zane groans. "What is you doing? It's three in the afternoon, you're still in pajamas, and you look like death."
You smile weakly at him. "Love you too, bitch. And I'm tired. I haven't been feeling well."
"Well get up and get showered. We're having a kick-back at David's and everyone misses you."
"I don't know, Zane. I honestly don't feel so good."
"It's because you've been cooped up alone all week. Now come on!" He steps around your couch and grabs your hands, he then yanking you into a standing position.
The moment you get your bearings and inhale deeply, you get a whiff of something that upsets your stomach. Gulping down the sudden rush of saliva in your mouth, you lean back with a grimace. "Zane, is that- why do you smell like bacon?"
"Because I got hungry. Duh."
"No, Zane," you say, stepping away from him and covering your mouth and nose with your hand. "I can't- back away. "
You cough and gag, and turn to rush out of the room. You've barely made it to the bathroom, falling to your knees and throwing open the lid to the toilet before barfing your guts out. You stay there until you're done vomiting, only to flush the toilet and fall back on your butt.
Zane is standing in the doorway, expression curious. "Y/N, what's going on?"
Shakily wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes tear up as you meet Zane's gaze. "I-I'm pregnant."
A beat passes and then the most brilliant smile takes over his expression. "Oh my god! My baby is having a baby!?" Weakly grinning, you nod and then stand to rinse your mouth out at the sink. After doing so, Zane pulls you into a careful hug. "Is that why you haven't been hanging with us?"
"Yeah. Well that and the fact that Dillion split after hearing the news. Apparently having a baby was too much for him."
Zane tenses and when you pull back to look at his expression your heart softens towards your friend. "I'm going to kill him."
You huff. "No you're not. He's long gone by now. Probably went back home to his mother in Texas."
"I can't believe that asshole!"
"What's done is done. Let it go."
"The others are going to be pissed, Y/N. I can't believe you kept all this bottled up."
"Let me tell them," you say. "The pregnancy has to be kept under wraps until after the first trimester is over, but the news about Dillion.."
"Yeah. Okay." Zane glances around and then, "Why wait until after the first trimester? How long is a trimester?"
"I'm a bit superstitious," you shrug, smiling sheepishly. "The first three months of a pregnancy are crucial. This is the time where chances of a miscarriage happening are at its highest. I don't want to tell everyone I'm pregnant and then something happens, and then everyone is walking on eggshells around me."
Zane hums. "I get that. But three months? I'm gonna die keeping this secret!"
"Shut up." You playfully swat at him, but then quickly backpedal when you get a whiff of bacon again. "Jesus. I've only known about the peanut for three weeks and he's already turned me against bacon. I really hope he or she doesn't make me eat weird shit."
"I don't know about you, but I'm excited to see you hormonal and crying at every little thing."
"Fuck my life," you groan. "This is gonna be a tough three months. Our friends are gonna be suspicious as fuck."
"Yeah they are. Now go get dressed and drive your ass to David's. I would drive you, but I don't want you barfing in my car."
"And if I barf at David's?"
Zane shrugs. "Food poisoning? If they ask about your absence, just admit to the breakup and make up an excuse about not processing it as quickly as you thought."
"You know what? That's actually not a bad idea."
"Obviously."
"Don't gloat. Now get going. I'll be there in half an hour."
"You better or I'm gonna stir the pot and convince the boys to fly out to Texas to confront Dillion."
"God you suck. Go. I'll be there."
The first three months pass fairly easily. The morning and afternoon sickness is easily remedied by your doctor, and now the sonogram picture weighs heavily in your hoodie pocket.
Zane has been a good friend through it all, he helping you keep the secret while keeping your friends all focused on what a dillhole your ex had been. But now it's time to come clean and you're on your way to pick up Zane who had asked beforehand if he could document your pregnancy.
As Zane settles in the passenger seat, he mounts his camera to the dashboard. "Are you ready for this?" He asks.
"Not really, but I'm tired of making excuses for not drinking and sleeping all the time."
"Alright, so just like we planned." He turns the camera on and after giving you a reassuring nod, you paste on a smile before both of you look towards the camera lens. "Hey guys, Zane here and today's video is going to be a little different. As you can see, Y/N is here with me and I'm sure you've all been wondering where she's been since she hasn't been in anyone's vlogs."
You wave at the camera. "Hey guys. Sorry for going awol on you, but I'm back and I've got some news to share."
You grin over at Zane and he practically beams towards the camera. "We're pregnant, bitches!"
You snort and swat at him. "I'm pregnant. Zane's just super excited and has been a great help these past few months."
"Girl, whatever. That baby is gonna be calling me daddy. Just you wait and see."
"God I hope not."
"Uh," he scoffs. "Rude!"
"Shut up. You still love me." He hums and you take over explaining the next bit. "Anyway, today's the day I'm finally telling my friends, but we're only going to record the ones I think we'll get a reaction out of."
"Josh Peck, obviously," Zane muses. "Then David, Natalie, and Jason."
"Carly and Erin."
"You also wanted to record Kristen, but she, Scott, and Todd are still on tour."
"I know." You pout. "I'll tell everyone else, but I'm not sure they'll be as excited and I don't want to record them and have it be awkward."
Zane laughs. "I can just picture Ilya blinking and not knowing what to say."
"Right?!"
The two of you laugh and then taking a moment to calm down, you say, "So yeah. That's what we're doing today."
"Oh! Show them the sonogram."
"Oh yeah." Pulling the picture from your pocket, you hold it up to the camera and Zane helps you so the camera can focus on the image. "That right there is the little peanut. I seriously can't wait until I can find out the gender. Zane wants me to do a gender reveal party, but I don't know."
"Uh.. were doing it, baby. No ifs, ands, or buts about it."
"I swear it's like he's the pregnant one sometimes."
"Mhm. So, viewers, sit back and relax, and let's get to telling people we're having a baby!"
"Oh my god. You're too much."
Instead of turning the camera off, Zane lets it continue to record with promises to chop down the footage when in edit.
Then as you're driving over to meet Josh at the hotel he's currently staying in while he's in town for a few photoshoots, Zane gets you talking to the viewers about your current situation and why he's taken it upon himself to help you out. You end up crying when talking about your break-up, but Zane cracks a few jokes that soon have you laughing.
At Josh's hotel, you grab one of the gift bags from the trunk of your car and Zane leads the way up to Josh's room. Once there, immediately seeing the camera, Josh's eyes narrow.
"What's going on?"
You and Zane laugh. "Nothing. I got you a present just because and Zane wanted your reaction."
"Uh huh. I'm not gonna open it and be attacked by bees, am I?"
"No."
"Okay. Good." Josh leads you towards the couch and you take a seat next to him while Zane sits across the two of you. "So what's the occasion?"
You shrug and hand over the bag, but before josh can open it, you say, "All of you guys have supported me while I've been going through this post-breakup funk and I just.."
"Just open the goddamn present!" Zane urges.
You snort and in retaliation Josh sluggishly pulls the ribbon off the bag handles. When Zane makes a noise of aggravation, Josh laughs and then pulls out the tissue paper. He reaches for what's inside and he's barely fully opened it before a beaming smile blossoms. "No!"
"Yes," you laugh, tears already filling your eyes.
"Really?" He asks, then reads the personalized indie aloud, "Plot Twist! Coming January 2020."
"Oh my god. Congratulations!" Josh hugs you, clearly excited. He gets even more excited when Zane hands over a sonogram. "Look at the little peanut!" He coos. "How far along are you?"
"First trimester is officially over," you say.
"Yeah? Who else knows?"
"Well besides baby's deadbeat dad, I was the first," Zane says. "And you're second."
Josh's smile falters, his gaze subtly darting to the camera before settling back on you. "It's okay to ask. Zane's documenting the good, the bad, and the ugly."
He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "So I'm guessing Dillion didn't take the news well?"
"You'd be correct. We were having problems before I found out the news, but a surprise pregnancy really wasn't in any of his future plans."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," you assure Josh, wiping tears from your eyes. "He took some time to think about what he wanted to do and baby Y/L/N will be solely mine when he or she is born. Dillion plans to sign away all his rights."
"Oh man." Josh reaches in for another hug and you sniffle into his shoulder. "Whatever you need, just let me know. I'll help you out as much as I can."
"You really don't have to, but I appreciate the thought."
Zane turns the camera off, setting it aside. "Okay so that's one friend down," he muses. "Who's next?"
"I don't know. Lets see who's available?" You bring forth your phone and immediately start texting your friends, side-eying Josh who keeps smiling at the onesie in his lap. You receive a few texts back, grinning. "So Carly and Erin are at David's. Looks like I can kill four birds with one stone."
You then bid Josh farewell, promising to keep him updated with your pregnancy and to call should you need anything. You let Zane take over the driving and end up at David's in no time. But instead of heading inside, Natalie waves you over towards the Tesla where they're getting ready to leave. So after grabbing four gift bags from the trunk of your car, you head on over while Zane rearranges everyone in the Tesla. Carly and Erin are moved into the back seats, Natalie is seated with you in the middle, and Zane sits in the passenger seat while David drives.
"Okay so what's the big deal?" Erin immediately asks as Zane films everyone present.
"Just hold on a few more seconds," you say while passing out the gifts. "You all have to open them at the same time. Well not David because he's driving, but I'm sure he'll know soon enough."
"Enough chatting and open the gifts!" Zane says.
The girls all laugh at his anxiousness, but they open the gifts nonetheless. You see when they pull out the onesies and unfold them, grinning as you see Natalie read hers and it takes a moment for it to click: And so the adventure begins. January 2020.
"Shut the fuck up!" Erin screeches from the back seat. "You're pregnant!?"
"What?!" David's head snaps in your direction as Zane cackles, but then he quickly stares back towards the road. Instead, he looks to Zane. "I'm gonna be an uncle?"
"Is this a joke?" Carly asks
"Nope. The eggo is preggo." You pull out the sonogram and pass it around. "I'm now four months along."
"Look at Natalie," Zane laughs. "She's crying!"
"You better stop those tears right now!" David jokes, glancing at his best friend-turned-assistant. "You're gonna make the pregnant lady cry!"
"Too late."
"I'm sorry!" She laughs, wiping her tears. "It's just- you're pregnant." Natalie beams, her excitement shining through her eyes. "We're gonna have a baby!"
"Uh excuse you," Zane scoffs. "You are not having a baby. We're having a baby," he says while gesturing between himself and yourself.
"Wait, what?" Carly exclaims and you sigh.
"You really need to stop telling people that you're my baby's father." Without even having to look around, you know your friends are curious about who the baby daddy really is. "This pregnancy is why Dillion and I broke up. He intends to sign away his rights."
"Oh fuck him," Erin immediately huffs.
You crack a smile and let Natalie grab your hand to squeeze. "Hey. Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask. We're here for you."
"Yeah," David says. "That kid of ours is gonna be spoiled as fuck."
The entire car laughs and you flash them a smile. "Thanks, guys."
The camera gets turned off and Zane turns around in his seat. "Okay so where are we going because our last surprise for the day is Jason."
"Uhh, nowhere in particular," David says. "I just wanted to drive."
"Well drive on back to your house because we need to get Jason's gift and take it to him."
"Oohh. What did Jason get? Or did we all get the same thing?"
"No. Josh got a onesie that said plot twist and the due date beneath it. You guys got the adventure onesies, Jeff got a shirt for Nerf that proclaims Nerf the cool older cousin."
"Aww!"
"Todd, Scott, and Ilya got bottles of Vodka, but the label on them says do not open until I am born. January 2020."
"And Jason?" David wonders.
"Jason got the most heartfelt gift," Zane chuckles. "Even I teared up when Y/N showed me."
"It's because I actually do have a father/daughter relationship with him. I know it started off as a joke, but it actually cemented into a familial bond. So I framed a sonogram in a picture frame that says hello, grandpa on top and I can't wait to meet you on the bottom."
"Dude," David says. "He's gonna cry."
"Counting on it."
SIX MONTHS PREGNANT
Walking into David's house, you can't help but smile at the all the pink and blue. It's the day of your baby's gender reveal, Natalie having set it all up since she was the one entrusted with the envelope from the doctor.
Out back there's a chalkboard where everyone's writing their names under whether they think the baby is a girl or boy, pink and blue cupcakes, pink and blue candy, and pink and blue balloons.
Everyone's dressed in white and the way the whole reveal is going down is that everyone will split into two groups and stand on either side of you. Then armed with confetti cannons, they're going to pop them so that the colored confetti arches over you. All the while, David and Zane are going to be recording and taking pictures.
"Wow. You've gotten fat." The words surprise you, however, the person they come from doesn't. Jonah.
"I'm pregnant. What's your excuse?" Those within hearing distance snort and laugh, and you grin at your friend. "Don't fuck with me, Jonah. My hormones are up and down, and my comebacks are meaner."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't mess with preggers. I got it."
You shake your head in amusement as he walks off, one hand resting on your hip and the other absentmindedly rubbing your stomach.
"Wow. You've really popped." Jeff joins you then, expression soft as he gently hugs you in greeting. Out of everyone, he was the one to surprise you the most. He had taken it upon himself to change your diet after finding out you were pregnant, and even got you exercising to keep you and baby as healthy as can be. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm good," you tell him. "I'm really excited to find out whether I'm having a son or daughter."
"Do you have a preference?"
"Nah. As cliché as it sounds, I'll just be stoked as long as he or she is healthy."
Jeff grins. "Nerf's little cousin is going to be perfect. Just you watch." Your baby kicking startles you and makes you wince, and you rub the spot you felt it at. Jeff continues to watch you. "You know, I never understood why people are obsessed with touching someone's pregnancy belly, but now I think I understand."
You chuckle at him. "Do you wanna feel? Baby is kicking right now."
He glances at you in surprise before slowly nodding. Then taking his hand, you press it to where the baby is more active and watch his facial expression showcase his awe. "That's freakin' crazy, man."
"Try being the one experiencing it. The first time I felt the kick, I started crying. Not because I was happy, but because it freaked me the fuck out. Jason had to console me." You laugh as you remember calling Jason to ask him if what you felt was normal. He obviously wasn't a woman, but he was married before and experienced everything with his now ex-wife.
"Hey! If Jeff gets to rub the belly, so do I!" Heath marches up, swatting Jeff aside and placing his hand where Jeff had his. Seconds pass and his eyes widen. "Holy shit!"
"I know."
"Alright, bitches, gather 'round!" Zane shouts, recording. Next to him, David follows with his own camera. "If you haven't written down your name under whether you think the baby is a girl or boy, do so now. David's decided to make things interesting."
"Yes because finding out the gender of my baby wasn't interesting enough," you deadpan.
"Shut up. Yes it is," Natalie says, coming up beside you and shoving Heath away from your stomach.
"So the way things are going down," David starts, "is that whoever guesses the right gender wins a thousand dollars."
Your friends cheer, with the exception of Natalie who can't play because she already knows what you're having, and after the hype has gone down it's time.
Standing out in the middle of the back yard, you wait patiently as your friends split up. Heath, Mariah, Natalie, Corrina, Josh, Jason, and Matt stand on your left while Scott, Kristen, Carly, Erin, Todd, Jeff, Jonah, and Ilya stand to your right. Everyone anxiously waits with their cannon in hand, and then Zane and David count down.
"Three.. Two.. One!"
The cannons pop.. and pink confetti rains down.
There's screaming and shouting, and tears immediately fill your eyes as you laugh joyously. Erin, Matt, Todd, Josh, Jason, and Jonah are more excited than the others- they being the ones who had guessed you were having a girl.
"Baby, you is having a baby girl. How are you feeling?" Zane asks, camera in your face.
"Like I'm gonna barf," you laugh. "Holy shit. I'm having a girl!"
NINE MONTHS PREGNANT
For the last hour and a half, you've been washing and folding baby clothing for the umpteenth time, and repacking your hospital bag. Lately you've been in the nesting stage and your friends found it rather hilarious.
Just after you've placed the hospital bag atop the changing table and have taken a seat in the rocking chair, a rather intense cramp causes you to lightly groan and cradle your stomach. You've been cramping since early morning, but you're still two weeks away from your due date so you think nothing of it.
Natalie soon enters the room, smoothies in hand. "Let me guess," she says, "you've been washing again."
You grin tiredly. "I feel so restless," you tell her, accepting your banana drink. "Thank you."
"No problem." Natalie then takes a seat on the floor, her back against the open door as she glances around the nursery. Each piece of nursery furniture was purchased by your friends and assembled by a professional. David, as a present afterward, got a mural of the entire gang painted on the wall and peering down into the crib. Half the group thought it was creepily hilarious, but you found it rather endearing. "So what's on the agenda tonight?"
Still rubbing your stomach, you hide your grimace behind the smoothie cup. "I, uh, I actually think I need to go to the hospital."
Natalie's head whips in your direction. "What?"
"I've been cramping all morning and thought they were Braxton Hicks," you admit. "But they've only gotten more painful and closer together."
"Holy shit, Y/N. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because if you freak out, I'm gonna freak out. So stop freaking out!"
"O-okay!" Natalie quickly stands, taking a moment to center herself. "Has your water broken?"
"No." Your voice wobbles, but you quickly gulp down the knot forming in your throat. "Am I- do you thinking I'm overreacting?"
"Nope. But whether these contractions are the real deal or not, I rather have the nurses look you over and decide themselves."
"Agreed."
"Yeah. Okay. I'll just- I'll grab the bag." Natalie walks over to the changing table and shoulders the bag's strap. She then walks over to you and helps you out of the rocking chair. "I'll drive and you make the phone calls to everyone."
You hiss in pain. "Sounds like a plan."
     - X - X - X - X - X -
Waddling back and forth in your hospital room, you mentally curse your option to not have an epidural. Natalie has been a trooper, calling and texting your friends to let them know this was the real deal. You can't have too many people in your room before the actual labor takes place, so everyone plans to visit for a few minutes and then rotate with the others. For the birth, though, Natalie and Zane were staying.
"Knock! Knock!" The door opens and in walks David, Jeff, Zane, and Jason.
"Oh fuck you and your dumbass smile." The boys all laugh and Natalie hides her smile behind her phone. After all, she's been the sole target of your mean remarks since you've been admitted so she's just happy to see someone else targeted. "God I hope your daughter doesn't inherit your meanness."
"I'm so sorry," you tearfully apologize to David. "But if I hear your laugh one more time, I'm gonna punch you in the face."
"Aw baby," Zane coos. "Have they given you anything for the pain?"
"She decided against the epidural," Natalie advises them.
"Wait, what?" Jason asks. "Seriously?"
"I heard stories," you mumble. "The cons outweighed the pros, so I told the doctor I didn't want it."
"God you're brave," Jeff huffs. "I've heard horror stories."
"Not. Helping," you grit out when yet another contraction hits. Hissing, you stop pacing and bend over the side of the bed. Natalie rushes over and starts to rub the small of your back as you start to cry.
"And that's our cue," David says. "We'll send in the next group. Erin and Mariah are super stoked."
"That's because they're not the ones pushing a baby out of their vagina!"
Zane sticks around, planning to record part of the birth, but also knowing full well that he and Natalie are to stay near your head. You don't plan on having any vagina shots on film or picture.
     - X - X - X - X - X -
Thirteen hours.
Thirteen long excruciating hours and baby Wren Y/L/N has finally entered the world.
Natalie and Zane held your hands throughout the entire birth, letting your insults slide off their backs when their encouraging voices grew aggravating. Natalie took pictures and videos for Instagram when baby Wren was placed on you directly after being pulled out, and Zane excitedly cut the umbilical cord when asked if he wanted to. Baby Wren was then taken away to be cleaned up, weighed, and measured, and your friends gave you some privacy for the after birth and clean-up.
Now your two friends are dozing on and off in some recliners the nurse had wheeled in, and you're curled on your side as you stare at your sleeping baby in her bassinet right next to your bed.
A gentle knock sounds on the door and it opens to David's grinning face. "Can we come in?"
"Yeah." You tiredly wave him in. "Just be quiet."
The rest of the gang enter behind him, pink balloons and teddy bears in hand.
"Oh my god. She's adorable!" David gushes, already filming Wren as she sleeps. "Jesus, Y/N, you're a mom."
"Total MILF," Todd giggles. Kristen rolls her eyes and swats him upside the head. "Ow! What? I was joking."
"Whatever. Keep it in your pants, Toddy. I doubt Y/N is looking to get pregnant anytime soon."
"Try never," you muse. "Giving birth fuckin' sucks."
"But it's totally worth it. Right?" Mariah asks, touching Wren's tiny hand.
"Eh."
"Can we hold her?" Jason asks.
"Yeah. Go ahead. The nurse should be back in, in a few. It's close to her feeding time anyway."
Jason picks Wren up, gently cradling her in his arms. Seconds pass, and David and Jeff start to snicker at Jason's sniffling. "You're already loved so much, you have no idea. Welcome to the Vlog Squad, kid."
Everyone softly laughs and then take turns holding your baby. She grunts and yawns, and sucks on her tiny fist, and she has everyone wrapped around her tiny finger in a matter of minutes. As your own eyes then start to droop, they flutter back open when you feel a weight settling next to you on the bed.
"Hey, David."
"Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?"
"Like I pushed an eight pound baby out of my vagina and haven't slept in forever."
He chuckles. "Just wait until you're all healed up. You'll look back on this day and say it was all worth it."
"I don't know about that, D. There's still months of Wren waking up every three hours demanding the tit. I don't know how I'm going to handle it."
"You'll figure it out. You always do," David says. "And when you're feeling overwhelmed, call someone. Everyone loves you and Wren, and I'm sure you'll have no issues finding a babysitter."
"Yeah. I guess you're right." Wren lets out a brief cry and you glance over at her, only to be met with Jeff's panic-stricken expression. "Quick! Someone snap a picture."
Your friends all laugh at Jeff, which only upsets Wren even more. She cries louder, but the sudden knock on the door and a nurse walking in causes your friend to sigh in relief. "Feeding time!"
"Alright, losers," you muse, slowly sitting up, "that's your cue to leave. Jeff, hand over Wren."
Jeff walks over and cautiously passes you the baby, he then lingering to brush his thumb over her brow. "She really is something, Y/N. Congratulations."
"Thanks, Jeff." As your friends all walk out with quiet reminders that they'll be back later after you've bonded more with Wren, you stare down at your baby tucked into the crook of your arm. "Well, kid, I would say it looks like it's just you and me, but I'm pretty sure all your aunts and uncles would say otherwise. Grandpa Jason was right. You have no idea just how loved you already are."
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Dear Whovever: [Kenma]
Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to âman upâ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenmaâs personal chest.
WC: 3K
TW: slight swearing :)
[Episode one]
[recording in 3⊠2⊠1⊠start!]Â
âHey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.â
âIt's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzuâ
âI- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what weâre gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.â
You whine and pout into the monitor, âKodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.âÂ
Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. âShould we introduce the challenge and get it started?â
âYeah that's a good idea!âÂ
âWell, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,â he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, âon this bad boy,â whacks the spinner, âwe have eight different themes, in a sec Iâll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.â
You let out a high pitched âhmm,â âI feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, theyâre both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!â
Kenma chuckles, âfifteen minutes actually.â
This time you roll your eyes. âHurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildingggâÂ
Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- âYes! Cottage core theme!â you yell out while Kenma groans.Â
âReally? That's lame why couldn't we have âLuciferâs Bedroomâ?âÂ
You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. âDon't be sad just because you're prancing in my turfâŠ. Looooooser!â
Kenma playfully glares towards you, âYouâre on! See you in twelve hours!â
Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned.Â
âWe spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!â you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable âgamerâ styled chair.Â
âDon't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?âÂ
You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. âOk everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isnât working!â
Kenma makes a sound of surprise, âyou're restarting? It's been an hour already-â
âYeah and we have, like... eleven more.â
Kenma sighs in response, âbetter get a move on.â
For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming âKenYnâ and âKodzutulip.â You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers.Â
You are of course, happy with this but you canât help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?
âHey Yn?â Kenma calls softly, âyou've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.â
You instantly look up to meet Kenmaâs face and try to find the right words to say, âI⊠Iâm just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!â
Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, âif you say so⊠better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.â
Your eyes narrow, âmansion? The theme is cottage core!â Kenma quietly chuckles in response, âa mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know thatâ
You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and âget your head in the gameâ just as he requested. âBe prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!â
There are ten minutes left to yourâs and Kenmaâs excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks.Â
âWell that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,â you say as you stretch your arms.Â
âYou're tired already?â
âKinda⊠I can't wait to go to sleep after this.â
âWeak, Iâm playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.â
You roll your eyes and scoff, âthis is why you look like a living corpse in the morningâŠâ
Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, âyeah but you love it.â
You choke on your spit at his boldness, ây-yeah I guess.âÂ
If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenmaâs gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope.Â
âYn⊠you want to stay up and game with me donât you? â
You sheepishly look to the side, âmayhaps.â
Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers âthen I wonât play Battlefield and Iâll go to bed and so will you, âkay?â
You smile tiredly at him, âsounds like a deal.â
âWe'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and weâll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.â
You smile and wave at the camera âcya soon~â
[recording over]
After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, âconfess.âÂ
It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say âhey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!â yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.
[Episode two]
[recording in 3⊠2⊠1⊠start!]Â
In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes.Â
The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again.Â
âRemember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.â Kenmaâs voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, âhello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.â
It takes a while to register, you werenât really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, âI'm awake⊠thanks for caring!â
He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, âI don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.â
You playfully narrow your eyes, âwell this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldnât starve to death!â
âHmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.â
You smile softly, âyeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.â
Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, âyou're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?â
You roll your eyes and giggle, âit's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.â
He sighs, âif you say so.â
[recording over]
Your chair rolls back as you stretch, âmaybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journalâŠâ you jump up. âThats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate itâŠ. If he accepts my feelings that isâŠâÂ
You groan and slump back down into the chair, âmaybe itâs best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!â
You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, âwho to call, mmm ok letâs call Alisa Iâm going to need some emotional support!â
âHey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today weâre just in mine and Ynâs regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,â he pauses and looks at the comment section; âno Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.â Kenma moves back and takes a breath, âwow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,â he laughs a bit.
âLet's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials Iâll need there- oh uh what's this?â Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, âI don't remember having a written book in my chest⊠maybe Yn went in here and put it in?â
Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:
[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!
[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HEâS SO RED IN THE FACE
[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute đ
[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!
[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr
[kennismaken]: I hope itâs Yn! Theyâd be such a cute couple
[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??
[ynhater]: babe come back!
[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!
After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.
âAh no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!â you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, âthe round is over⊠bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions⊠oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no Iâm not dating him⊠â you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; âwhat do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?â
The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.
âKenma! W-what are you doing?â
âI like you too⊠I have for so long.â
Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, âI'm so glad to hear that.â
You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, âfinish up your livestream so we can talk please.âÂ
âYou don't need to tell me twice!â
It is eleven at night once again, but this time youâre not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenmaâs lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.
âSo everyoneâs pretty much freaking out over us huh?â you hum in response, âweâve been officially together for what? Five hours?â
âCorrect you are.â
You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, âsmile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.â
[Bonus - the love letter]
Dear Kenma,
This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest.Â
I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,
But I love you
I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma
It's been a while hasnât it?
I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again;Â
Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.
I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurtÂ
I love your voice - itâs smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread
I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel, I can never get enoughÂ
I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else
I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.
I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake.Â
I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night
And most of all;
I love you
I love you in your entire
I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you
I love you in your entire
Flaws and all
I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering youâre reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know
LoveÂ
Yn
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note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you canât tell,,, iâve never written a love letter before :â)
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The dangers of sugar coating
Dick tries to give his little brother nice things (and fucks up), Tim is paranoid (and too tired to think clearly), and Damian thinks they might actually be a good team (while they plot Santa Clausâ downfall).
(Beacuse @animemangasoul and I decided weâve been too rough with Tim lately, so I tried to give him some batfamily fluff. Somewhere along the way I fucked up and ended with this. No edit, pure crack)
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-Before I tell you anything, you need to promise me you wonât get mad.
The Bruce of ten years ago, new to parenting and oblivious to its dangers, would have done his best to emulate any âHow to be a good Dad- guide for new, utterly lost fathersâ book. Now, though, tired after raising Dick to semi-adulthood and still hurting over Jasonâs⊠Jason, he knew better. Life had toughtened him up.
So he didnât raise his eyes from his newspaper, and gave into the urge of sipping his coffee before humming under his breath. Not even the slightest show of acceptance over those terms.
If Dick was asking that, instead of hiding whatever this was or dealing with it himself, it meant the situation was either out of his control, bound to make its way to Bruce eventually, or both.Â
Probably both.
-Come on, B, just promise you wonât get all passive aggressive bitch on me. I did it for the greater good...
Another hum.
However, Dick has spent the same amount of time learning under his guide than he had raising him, so the younger was bound to develop some of his own tactics.
-...and I did it because Tim obviously needed it, soâŠ
Warning bells ringing in his mind, Bruce gave up and shoot Dick a look. He didnât seem overly guilty, so whatever this was, it probably wasnât irreversible. But he was also shifting his weight from one leg to the other nervously, so⊠there was a catch here.
-What did you do?
-You didnât promise.
-I wonât take your allowance away, but I may yell. It depends on how convincingly you make your case -compromise, he had learned after many, many mistakes, was as good a plan as any.Â
-Deal -then, quickly, like ripping off a bandaid:- I might have made Tim slightly more neurotic than he was. On accident.
The bells turned into firefighterâs sirens.Â
-What did you do?
They have had the fifteen year old living in the mannor for a few weeks at most. They couldn't possibly have already broken him, right?
Right?
Dick winced, but sat down by Bruceâs left (the side closest to the dining roomâs window), which meant this was the only issue, but a hard to explain one.
-You see⊠We were talking, bonding over childhood memories and stuff, and⊠you know how christmas is just around the corner, and I asked him about Santa. I mean, obviously he doesnât believe in that now, but the thing is, he never did.
-Heâs too smart for that -growled Bruce, impatiente to get to the point and figure out just how much damage control would he be doing.
-No, his parents were too shitty. They were never there on Christmas, so no gifts under the tree unless he put them there himself, and whenever that happened, it was because his parents sent them and he wrapped them himself. Also no surprises, because he was the one asking for specific stuff. And I got a little sad, because how can a kid never believe in Santa? Like, come on. Itâs part of the concept of childhood innocence. So...
Bruce waited a few beats, but Dick didnât follow up. See, this was the moment where his parenting books would suggest waiting until the kid was good and ready for sharing his thoughts. But, since this was his younger child at stake here, he couldn't allow himself the luxury of letting a single second go.
-And? -he prompted, as gently as he could, trying not to spook Dick into abandoning ship.
-And I sort of⊠convinced him that Santa was real. Like, a full out super powered meta whose purpose in life was to bring joy to all of us. I texted Barbara and she planted some old looking reports on the batcomputer about it, to give credibility to the lie. I even drew parallels with Batman being thought of as a myth outside of Gotham to support the âSanta is real, people just donât believe in himâ thing. And, after some hours of convincing and with Babsâ help, he bought it. So now, if Tim approaches you about it, you better back me up, because otherwise you would be ruining the last vestige of innocence Tim might still keep. Downside, though, Tim is now holed up in his bedroom searching the deep web for any Santa related info he can get his nerdy little paws on.
Silence in the room. Dick blurted out a goodbye and jumped out of the window. Bruce didnât get up to check if he had landed safely on the other side. He probably had.Â
Tired, he looked down at his coffee. Black, just like he needed it now.
He should have stopped at zero children.
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Cassie watched, with no small amount of unholy glee, as Tim thoroughly convinced both Kon and Bart of Santaâs existence. One a clone with little social understanding and the other from a very dark future, they were unsurprisingly easy to convince.
This was the kind of hilarious shit that made being in a superhero team worth it. All the life and death situations were balanced out by this kind of drama-like absurdity.
Even better was Timâs completely fucked up perspective on the matter.
-So youâre saying Santa is not only real, but a deranged psychopath? Whoâs probably both a pedofile and a mind controlling scumbag? -Kon tilted his head, both confused and esceptic.
Cassie did her utmost best to keep a straight face while nodding along, as if everything Tim had laid down in front of them made perfect sense.Â
-I thought it was stupid, too. But Dick showed me evidence, old reports, both handwritten and digital, and I found footage of Santa sneaking into the Manor when he was still young, deeply buried in the Batcomputer mainframe.
-Couldnât that video be, you know⊠made up? -Bart asked, frown unusual on him firmly in place.
-If it was anywhere else? Sure. But this is The Batcomputer weâre talking about. Why would Batman have that kind of thing there? It was too heavily protected to be placed there as decoy for anyone hacking, not like they could ever get over Oracleâs firewalls. Besides, what reason would Batman have to invent this? Iâm fifteen, I donât need the âSanta fantasyâ. The only believable answer is that Santa is real and very dangerous, and some people have taken his name for capitalismâs sake and made a holiday out of that and some religious backing, to get more people roped up into it. The true mastermind is obviously hiding somewhere out there, and the Christmas propaganda is merely a means to get funding for his devious plots.
Both metas hummed thoughtfully, Superboy even crossing his arms as he examined the pile of photos and papers Tim had laid out in front of them. Bart was nodding, hand cupping his jaw. The looked dead serious.
Cassie wanted to excuse herself to use the toilet (lead lidden because this was Gotham, specifically Timâs secret place, so of course it was super-proof) so she could laugh her ass off, but the temptation of seeing this trainwreck to its fiery end was too strong.Â
It was taking up all of her amazonian training to keep her straight face, though. Diana would be so proud.
-I even searched the deep web for Santa related crimes, and looked up his name in disturbing forums. You wouldn't believe what some people, serial killers and rapists both, do using Christmas as a theme. I couldn't sort through it all, it was that sick.
Kon looked utterly disturbed- So what do we do now? Christmas is just around the corner!
Bart got up and started pacing back and forth- We need to hunt this dude down. Christmas is about goodness and family! We canât let this, this⊠psychopath ruin it! Think about the children of the world!!
Oh god, this was getting even better.
-But how? The man sounds like a velocist of some kind, I mean, running and leaving gifts everywhere in the world in the span of a few hours? How are we even gonna catch him?
-Maybe if we dress up as Elves? -Cassie couldn't stop herself from suggesting, voice choked in her effort to be serious, but most likely interpreted by the boys as clogged up on rage- From what Tim wrote here -she raised a paper from the pile, hand shaking- it looks like they are his mind-controlled slaves. If he thinks we ran from his captivity, he might take us to the North Pole with him to brainwash us again⊠Oh, but I probably shouldn't dress up, so you know, I can be back up if he manages to catch you threeâŠ
-Thatâs a great idea! -Bartâs skinny arms wrapped themselves around her neck, and she took the chance to hide her face in his mane of hair, corners of her mouth twitching up.
-Should I also record it? -she asks, almost begging- In case people donât believe us later, when we have to explain why we imprisoned Santa.
-Yes, I think that might be wise -Tim conceded, eyes scanning his papers again.
Thank the gods. That tape was going to be Cassieâs most precious treasure forever.
-I think he has a way of controlling peopleâs minds too. Like, parents and stuff. And then he makes them be the ones to give his children gifts in his name, as a way of gaining their trust. Sick fucker.
-So you think itâs a kinky thing for him?
-Kon, he literally categorizes kids as âgoodâ or ânaughtyâ.Â
-You are right, we need to stop this bastard.
Cassie loved her boys so, so much. She also owed Dick Grayson the biggest high five.
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Red Hood was just lighting up a cigarette when he saw Red Robin making his way to his rooftop. Cursing, he dropped the entire thing and kicked it away. The brat knew Jason smoked, but Dick had been on his ass lately about being a good brother, and he still felt kinda bad about trying to kill the kid twice, so he was actually trying to set a good example.Â
Besides, out of the two possible little brothers to take under his wing, he certainly drew the lucky ticket, because while Dickie had gotten stranded with the pompous brat, Jason had the all around good kid circling his radar more often than not. Like, Tim had broken him out of prison, a little after Jason had done his best to end his life; he couldn't get more forgiving and nice than that. It certainly beat making a murder League child let go of his katana on a nightly basis.
-I need your help.
He blinked. While they certainly had worked cases together in the past, they were always preluded by some kind of smalltalk, little banter, at least a âhelloâ. Not this straight to the point bullshit.
He had the urge to take out his guns, to protect them both of any threat following Red Robin here. He refrained.
-Whatâs the matter, babybird? Whatâs wrong?
Tim looked almost frazzled. The cowl was hanging around his neck, just a domino preserving his identity, and his hair was a knotted mess. Disveleshed was too little a word for his state.
-We need to make a plan to catch Santa Claus before Christmas this year. His reign of terror must end. Itâs still not too late.
Yeah, okay, he might need that cigarette after all, to hell with Dickâs bitching. Besides, how bad of a influence could that be, when this kid was obviously already on some kind of drugs? Like, Santa? Really?
-What⊠do you mean?
What followed was an hour long rant on the dangers of a super powered, evil version of the myth that Tim had somehow cooked up on his mind.
Was this real? The kid looked far too distraught for a joke.
-⊠Does Nightwing know about this? -whatever âthisâ was- Bats?
Tim shook his hands frantically. Jason was legit getting worried.
-N was the one who told me about Santa -there, he knew this smelled like a Golden Boy trademark fuck up-, but he seems to be under his spell. Bruce as well. They tried to convince me he is some kind of good-hearted samaritan. Jason -he stated, breaking the no names during patrol rule, a show of just how deep into the rabbit hole he was- you wouldn't believe what I found on the deepweb. Jokerâs yearly special seems tame in comparison.
That, Jason could believe. But he was also fairly sure you could type about any word in the darkest side of the net, and find half a dozen kinky or deranged things that matched. Santa-temed crimes? More likely than anyone would believe. Real life Santa doing the deed? Not so much.
Tim had been too young when Dick lied to his face, most likely. And nowadays, the young vigilante was running on three hours of sleep on a good week. And it wasnât even too far fetched to believe, on their line of business, specially when dealing with metas and supervillains day in and day out.
StillâŠ
-Kid, I donât know how to tell you this, but⊠Santa isnât real -he told him, slowly, hands raised as if to touch his shoulders but not daring to actually make contact. Tim looked so manic he might actually nerve strike him.
The icy blue eyes were hidden under his mask, but Jason knew from the way he tensed that Tim was terrified.
-He got to you, too -he whispered, almost too softly for him to hear. Then, without giving Jason the chance to inquire further, he turned tail and disappeared into the night.
....
He really needed that cigarette.
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When Drake told the family he was taking Damian under his wing for a case, everyone seemed so happy he couldn't just shoot the other man down. Besides, reluctant as he was to admit it, Red Robin was the superior detective in the entirety of the team, so there would be rewards for taking the blow to his pride and working with him.
He expected to be directed through some easy case, maybe a little puzzling but not too challenging. Or be sidelined while Drake worked through things, so he could learn by example.
This, though, this he hadnât foresaw.
This case was way more serious.
-How come Father has allowed this depravancy to continue?! -exclaimed Damian, hands gripping the sheets of information tightly- This âSantaâsâ influence has been permitted to cement on too many people already! And it keeps growing!
-I know. Fuck, I know. But I canât get anyone to help me. My team knows, but sadly we arenât enough. Bruce and Dick donât believe me, and neither does any other hero I contacted on the matter. Itâs just like when B was missing in time; they either think Iâm crazy, or try to sugarcoat things, like they would with a baby.
Damian snorted, disbelieving. Whatever his opinion might be on his predecessor, he at least knew to trust his insight in a case. Grandfather himself had recognized his genius on that field.
They were on Drakeâs perch, his center of operations outside of Batmanâs influence. He would never admit it out loud, but if Damian ever needed his own batcave, it would be just like this one.Â
Now, the long table in front of him was completely covered in information, case reports, photos taken from live footage, deepweb forumsâ conversations, history booksâŠ
-And you say this⊠monster, targets children?
-I mean, he brainwashes the parents too, but that seems like a plot to both increase his economic funds and to gain the childrenâs trust.
-How are you so sure they are his objective?
-The parents tell their children Santa is âalways observing themâ, and ask if they âhave been goodâ that year. If they arenât perceived as obedient, Santa leaves them coal, which incentives them to do their best to change that by next yearâs christmas.Â
-Maybe the coal and gifts have mind control devices, or some magic?
-My thoughts exactly.
Damian frowns even deeper. Heâs glad Drake is taking his detective training seriously, but if father himself is being deceived, he wonders what can the two of them (plus Drakeâs team) do.
-What about Todd? Red Hood is proclaimed as Saint Protector of Children in Crime Alley, after all. He certainly has opinions about this âSantaâ person.Â
Timothy shakes his head- He got Jason too. I suspect heâs been under his control ever since he was a child at the manor.Â
-So, we are alone in this.
-Essentially, yes. Thankfully, not everyone celebrates christmas. Some religions flat out forbid it, so we wonât have as much ground to cover when we lay out a trap. We could choose a close by location and plan around it.Â
He nods, back straight with purpose. He -and Drake, he supposes- would be freeing Father and Grayson, along with the rest of the victims, from this madmanâs control. Maybe even Todd, if he has the time.
-Iâm with you on this endeavor, Drake.
-Good. Remember we need to act natural in front of the family. If Santa catches wind of what weâre doing, he might focus his efforts in getting to us.Â
Damian wants to say to let him come, he would show him why it's a bad idea to mess with his family. But Drake is, admittedly, the superior detective, and it seems heâs been working on this for a long time now. Damian will defer to his judgement this one time.
Drakeâs superior knowledge and Damianâs unrivaled training might be whatâs needed to orchestrate this âSantaâsâ downfall.
They will be a good team, he thinks.
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