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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years

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A Trip To The Mainland

new chapter. this one is cheesy supreme, because i’m working 14 hours/day this weekend and i need fluff so i don’t have a breakdown. this is part of the A Simple Case of Love Midnight Mass fanfiction series. Please, check the description of it, or it may not make sense to you. enjoy

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The morning air was crisp and cool. It was some time after half past eight in the morning and you were standing on the deck of Bay Breeze. The ship began its cruise only a few minutes ago and you could already see Crockett Island becoming smaller and smaller, as you sailed out onto the sea. After considering the state of your pantry some days prior, you decided to go to the mainland to buy some things that you could never ever find in the town’s general store. You of course informed Erin of your intentions and even offered her to join you, but she couldn't take a day off from school because of a shopping trip. Bev would never let her live it down.

Well, the least you could do was to let Erin write down a list of things she wanted or needed, and she gratefully accepted. You were just standing at the stern of the boat, when a familiar voice sounded behind you: "Not fleeing the island already, are you?" You cast your eyes down into the water below and grinned. "Father Paul," you replied politely and turned around to face him, "I could ask you the same. Shouldn't you be serving mass?" The charismatic young priest leaned on the railing next to you with a smile on his face: "I'm doing the opposite of 'fleeing' actually. Since Monsignor Pruitt is not getting any better, you’re not getting rid of me. Mind you, he isn't getting any worse either, but he's definitely not coming back anytime soon. I have a meeting with the dioceses about my stay on the island and then I wish to visit the man himself in the hospital to tell him about his flock. I'm sure he'll be happy to know how everyone's doing."

Ah. You wondered how the Monsignor was. You weren't exactly close to him and could count the occasions on which you spoke to him personally on one hand, but nobody deserved to lose themselves like that. You and Father Paul spent a few minutes in silence, both of you looking around and listening to the sounds of the sea, the way Breeze broke through the waves and the rumble of its engine. "What about you then?" spoke Paul finally, "what brings you on the ferry today?" You looked at him to take in his appearance - he looked as handsome as always, dressed in his usual ensemble of levi's (dark grey, today) and a black shirt. His hair was nowhere as neat as when he was in church because of the wind. For once, his white collar was hidden by the jacket he took to battle off the chill, which made it slightly easier for you to admire him in a not-so-platonic manner. "Just shopping really," you said and pulled a face, "I'm very spoiled when it comes to coffee and I'm afraid the general store never has my brand." Father Paul chuckled next to you.

Since Paul's meeting with the dioceses was to take place just after twelve, he tagged along with you, as you leisurely went through various shops for the items you needed. You even shared lunch in a small Italian restaurant (your treat). You tried not to dwell on it, but between the soft lightning inside the restaurant, the pleasant, nearly flirty banter between the two of you, and Paul's leg accidentally bumping into yours under the small table every now and then as you sat opposite of each other, you couldn't help it. It felt like a date. ‘It’s not a date’, you admonished yourself, ‘it’s a friendly lunch, that’s it.’ You willed your heart to be reasonable. And failed spectacularly.

You and Paul said your goodbyes and agreed to meet on the Belle, later in the afternoon. You managed to finish your shopping and even found some sweets Erin didn’t mention in her list, but you knew she loved them. You were already sitting on the boat, reading, waiting. The Island Belle was to leave at 5:20. You were vaguely aware of Sturge checking that everything was in working order, as he always did, and noticed some of the Crockett Island residents you didn’t know that well boarding slowly. At long last, barely two minutes before the ship was to sail out, Father Paul finally appeared, sitting rather close next to you, enitrely out of breath. You smiled and stored your book away: “Hello. I was worried you’d miss the ferry.” “You and me both,” said the priest, still breathing hard, “I had to run like twenty blocks.” You laughed and patted his shoulder amicably.

“So, how’d it go?” you asked after Paul recovered from his impromptu ‘marathon’. “Well,” he took a deep breath and got more comfortable next to you, stretching his long legs and leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, “it’s like I said in the morning. I’m staying. Permanently it seems. While Monsignor Pruitt’s physical health is slowly but surely improving, his mind is almost constantly elsewhere these days. I’ve spoken to him and he was only really there for about 10% of the time. If he ever was to go back to the island, he’d need a live-in nurse, he can no longer take care of himself properly.” You listened, feeling sorry for the kind priest you met when you first came on the island. It already felt so long ago.

After that, you and Paul talked about more light topics. Turns out Paul’s watch stopped working at some point of the day and he only realised how late he’s running when he looked at them and the second hand stared dumbly at him, unmoving. The nurses in the hospital probably thought he was out of his mind. You in turn told him how your day was after you split up and even shared with him a small bag of crisps you got for yourself. When Belle docked on Crockett Island, it was just half past six and without another word, the priest took your large shopping bag for you. You were eternally grateful, of course, as the bag was pretty heavy. However, now it also meant that he planned on walking you home again, which filled you with both guilt and joy.

When you reached your door, you unlocked it and took your bag from Paul, thanking him profusely. “You don’t need to thank me, it’s the least I could do after the great lunch. I still owe you for it, though,” he said, giving you that amazing smile of his that seemed warm enough to melt icebergs. “You don’t owe me anything” you waved your hand dismissively, “I’m happy I could treat you. I love spending time with you,” came out of your mouth before you had any idea what you were actually saying. You felt terribly embarrassed and knew your cheeks were probably turning crimson red. Father Paul had the audacity to actually chuckle. “Glad to know the feeling’s mutual,” he said at last.

You suddenly snapped your eyes to his. It felt like forever, standing there like statues and staring into each other’s eyes. ‘It can’t be’ you thought, ‘he can’t feel this way… can he?’ He was still smiling, his face so open, soft, so full of kindness. You had to get away from him before you did something incredibly stupid. “Um, goodnight then,” you said lamely, “thank you once again for carrying my bag.” And then in a single moment of either bravery or insanity, you put your hand on his shoulder, stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. A small, soft kiss, which would be perfectly acceptable among friends and family, but still felt like a herculean feat to you.

You were already gone before Father Paul had a chance to react.

I hope you enjoyed reading. If you wanna, you can check this story and the entire series out on AO3. I’m a sucker for feedback. Thanksies

#Midnight mass #midnight mass fanfiction #father paul x reader #reader insert #father paul hill x reader #father paul #father paul hill #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #short and sweet #very cheesy

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areseebee · 1 year

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I binge read smoke break and omg it’s so good and I just wanted to say thank you for contributing your writing to this fandom❤️. Idk if you’re still doing those Derry Girl prompts, but if so #25: Wanted?

thank you so much!! this is such an incredibly nice thing to hear. i have had this sitting in my inbox for far too long, but i’m glad to finally have finished especially because you drew such beautiful erin art that i am still so in awe over.

my 2k word answer to the prompt wanted is below the cut! this one is set around christmas pre-smoke break.

the prompt comes from this ask game i posted a while ago. heads up that this will probably be the last one i write (at least for the time being).

“Shhh! Jesus, you’re going to wake them all up,” Erin hissed over her shoulder at the sound of a particularly loud and especially grumpy creak of the Mallons’ stairs.

“How was I supposed to know the step was going to make that horrible sound?” James whispered angrily back at her,

“You live here. You’re supposed to know these things.”

“Yeah, well usually I’m not going to bed in my aunt and uncle’s house trying to hide the fact that I’m fucking sloshed.”

Erin opened her mouth to snap back, only to realise a moment too late that she didn’t have any words to say, only a laugh which snorted out somewhere from the back of her throat incredibly ungracefully.

“Was that the stairs again or you?” he asked as Erin devolved into a fit of giggles, her knees seeming to autonomously decide they no longer wanted to support her drunken legs as she sank onto the top step in the dark.

“I’m sorry, James. I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ll make it. I’m too blocked to go to bed. I’ll sleep here. Just leave me,” she said, letting her head fall back against the wood railing behind her. Maybe a drink or two ago, it would have been feigned helplessness, but not now. Now it just felt like exactly the right thing to stay here, just to rest her eyes. Just for a moment. And if that moment stretched all night, well that was just how it was going to be. The top stair could be her pillow.

She expected to feel James brush by her, to leave her behind and make his own way to Michelle’s room where Michelle, Orla, and Clare were bundled up across Michelle’s floor and bed for the night. Maybe if James went, she’d eventually find the strength to stand and follow. There were comfy blankets in Michelle’s room.

The sound of gentle creaking on the stair just below her signalled that James had no intention of brushing by. She cracked an eyelid open to see him sit down on his own step and settle in next to her.

“I was serious – you can just leave me,” she half whispered into the dark, her voice sounding croaky and a bit too loud in the quiet house.

“And let you wake us all up again in 20 minutes when you decide you’re too cold out here? No.”

“I’m so tired,” she complained.

“There’s like…only three metres maybe to Michelle’s room.”

“I can’t do it. My legs are too drunk,” she said, wiggling her foot at him to show. He reached out defensively to grab her ankle.

“Watch where you throw that thing. You almost kicked me in the face,” he said.

“Sorry,” she muttered, setting it back down again. His grip loosened immediately, but his hand lingered, right at the top edge of her sock with the too-worn elastic where it had slumped and bunched at the top of her foot.

She didn’t like wearing them for that reason – they always got twisted somehow around her foot, but they were the warmest she had and good for a cold December night like this one. They’d served her well the past few hours especially, when she’d been sitting in the Mallons’ small back garden with James, drinking what had probably been litres of Michelle’s spiked “eggnog” – more rum than anything else – as they talked, their friends flitting intermittently outside to join them and back in again to get warm in front of the tv or finally go to sleep. Erin had tucked her legs under her and a blanket around her sometime around 10pm, asked James about how his first term at uni in London had gone, and hadn’t left since.

Until a few minutes ago, when they’d finally gotten a little too cold, and yawned a few too many times, and James had finally looked at his watch to remark, “Oh Jesus, it’s half past three,” and they had finally decided to creep quietly upstairs to join the others. Only they hadn’t been so quiet after all.

And now his hand was on her ankle.

Maybe a drink or two ago she would have ignored it. Maybe a drink or two ago, she wouldn’t have even registered it. But now –

“Nope, I can’t do it,” she announced as quietly and as firmly as she could manage.

He gave her a sudden serious, searching look and she felt his hand slip lightly away. Her ankle felt cold where his hand had been. “Do what?”

“Go to bed. I thought about it. Three metres is too far. Just leave me here. Good night,” she said, letting her eyelids close and her head roll back against the wood railing behind her again.

“All right. Fine,” he said, as she heard him stand up brusquely. “Good night. I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

“No, wait! I’m coming, too,” she said, scrambling to her feet. “If you’re just going to leave me…”

“You told me to leave you!” he hissed behind her as he followed her to the bathroom.

“I didn’t actually mean –”

“I knew it –”

“Whatever,” she said, fumbling around in the dark of the bathroom to find the light switch. She handed him his toothbrush before grabbing her own and applying toothpaste.

It was almost untenable, having to brush her teeth at this late hour, but if he was going to, she couldn’t just beg off. What would he think? He’d think about what gross breath she probably had, and she didn’t want James thinking anything about her breath that wasn’t nice. Not that she should probably even be thinking about what he thought about her breath. But if he were, just hypothetically, well…she only wanted him to think about nice things.

She glanced up at herself in the mirror before letting her eyes dart to his reflection, standing right next to hers, only to meet his eyes in the mirror doing the exact same thing.

He didn’t do what she thought he’d do – look away – and instead held her gaze. She felt something funny turn in her stomach. Hopefully it wasn’t the eggnog starting to sit wrong. But if it wasn’t the eggnog…

He raised his eyebrows at her exaggeratedly. She blinked at him, uncomprehending, until he raised them by another centimetre. She raised hers in return, mimicking him.

He waggled his eyebrows at her. She mimicked him again, starting to enjoy the game.

He rolled his eyes at her. She did the same, trying to keep a dumb smile from spreading across her face.

And then, just as he waited a beat longer than she expected and she almost turned to look at him directly, he winked – winked – before bending down to spit his toothpaste out into the sink.

It was good he was busy rinsing his mouth with water, because she felt an immediate blush creep up her neck and she couldn’t help the way her mouth stretched wide into a smile – an incredible inconvenience with a toothbrush in her mouth of all things.

She quickly followed suit behind him, trying to spit as gracefully as she could into the sink, which felt especially challenging when she knew he was watching her. She could feel it.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said, arms crossed and leaning back against the bathroom counter behind him as she wiped stray toothpaste off her mouth on a hand towel.

“Speak for yourself,” she answered. “I could have been asleep by now.” She reached up to unclasp her necklace, and fumbled. Her fingers felt too clumsy at this early morning hour, and after all of the drinks, and the cold, and what was becoming an overwhelming desire to be tucked under a pile of blankets drifting off to sleep, she didn’t have nor cared to have the dexterity she needed to remove her necklace. “Ugh. I just wanted – never mind,” she huffed, giving up.

“Need help?” James asked, pushing himself off the counter and taking a step toward her.

“Can you?” she asked, turning her back to him to give him easier access to the clasp. She felt him step close behind her, and tried to keep still. It was more than a little disconcerting to have him so near, even though it was only James and he was always near.

But he wasn’t near like this. At least, not very often. And especially not lately.

“Is it ok if I –” he started, but he was already clumsily sweeping her hair over one shoulder, his fingers brushing along the back of her neck.

“Aye,” she answered too late because the word had caught in her throat. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, too dry. Probably the alcohol – that was a thing, right? She felt him shift behind her, move in closer.

“It’s a little hard to see,” he muttered in explanation from somewhere directly behind her ear. Maybe from his voice, or the delicate movements of the necklace as he fiddled with it, or the way his fingers were brushing just there at the nape of her neck – she tried her hardest, but couldn’t bite back the shiver that came over her. “Sorry, my hands are cold,” he said. She felt another flush sweep up her cheeks at the fact that he had noticed. How totally embarrassing.

“Mmm,” was her only tense response as she continued to feel him fumble at the clasp.

“It’s so tiny. I’m too drunk for this,” he muttered so low she suspected he was speaking more to himself than her. She’d have laughed – she wanted to laugh – but she could only concentrate on the feeling of his breath against her ear when he’d said it.

Her whole body felt tense. Her feet had grown roots into the floor. The whole house could have collapsed around her and she’d still be standing, just like this. Because maybe, if she moved too much, if she didn’t stand this still, then James wouldn’t be standing behind her, wouldn’t be moving his hands across the span of her neck as delicately as he could probably muster.

Oh God.

“Just –” she started, and she felt his hands still. “Just don’t worry about it. I can do it. Or just sleep in it. It’s not a big deal. It’s not a big deal at all,” came tumbling out of her mouth in a rush.

“Are you sure? Let me have one more go,” he said, already busying his hands again. “Wait! Wait, got it,” he said triumphantly. “Do you have it?” he asked, letting the necklace slip down her neck.

“No, hold on, let me –” Erin answered, feeling the necklace start to drop just as he said, “Oh here –” his hands whispering around to her collar bone to grab the piece of jewellery as it slipped away. She could feel the trail of heat from his hand bloom out across her chest as the light chain of the necklace dragged out from under her hair. She turned to face him, feeling more hesitant than she was comfortable with.

He was tall. Not like tall. But taller. She could tell. Especially at this proximity. He must be taller. Because usually her eyes were accustomed to meeting his right at the level where it seemed his mouth now was. She dragged her eyes up his face and met his shyly.

“Here,” he said quietly, holding the necklace out to her and letting it fall into her outstretched hand.

“Thanks,” she answered, and he gave her a small smile in return.

He was taller, but not that tall, not so tall that she couldn’t, if she wanted –

“Jesus, why the fuck are you two still awake?” Michelle asked, stepping blearily into the bathroom, her hand attempting to shield herself from the light of the bathroom.

“We’re going to bed now,” James said hurriedly as he took a step backwards.

“Ok well I need to boke so if you could leave that would be great,” Michelle answered, pushing past the two of them to make her way to the toilet.

They shuffled out as quickly as they could, pausing at the open door to Michelle’s room.

“Well…good night,” Erin whispered to him. She heard him take an intake of breath, like he was about to say something, so she lingered, waiting for him.

“Yeah. Good night,” he said after a beat.

She slipped past him soundlessly into the room to her usual spot on Michelle’s floor, just under the window, and fell asleep trying not to think about how many steps she’d have to take to cross Michelle’s room to find him at the other end of it.

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 3 years

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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 25

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"I'm so proud of you", Aaron whispered into my ear as I laid down on his chest.

I was finished... everything. I passed top of my class in the academy and I couldn't be happier. He was by my side the entire time. I wanted to just stay inside the whole day.

But that couldn't happen, "I got to go to work sweetheart."

I shook my head and mumbled, "Five more minutes."

"I can't be late", I rested my chin on him and glared. "You're the boss... you can be a few minutes late."

He rose his hand to rub up and down my spine, "But I know you're perfect so... I guess you can go."

Rolled off of him, laying down on my back. He chuckled and stood up going into his closet and changing into his suit. The grey suit, white dress shirt and black shoes. "You're staring again."

"Cause you have a nice ass." We laughed and I sat up, crossing my legs.

"What am I going to do today", I muttered to myself. I really had zero clue, I could go out with Chloe and them but they have jobs now. Ones that require a lot of attention.

I was living at the apartment by myself since Chloe moved out a few months after we graduated.

Before I knew it Aaron pressed a soft kiss to my lips, "I'm going."

"Bye."

"Bye", I heard the door close and he was gone. I felt lonely within seconds, being bored out of my mind even though Aaron just left. He'll be back later.

When he left it was 6am, Aaron was always getting in extremely early and because he had just gotten back to work he was eager to catch up on the paperwork that he missed.

It was 8am when I actually looked back at the clock. Only taking a peak at the time when I got a phone call. I lifted my phone and brought it up to my ear, "Hello."

"Hello this is Section Chief Erin Strauss. Am I speaking to y/n l/n."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good Morning Miss. L/n. I'm calling in regard to a position in our Behavioral Analysis Unit. Could you be by FBI headquarters in an hour?"

I was in disbelief, believing in the fact that this woman was calling me. I only knew it was really Strauss because Aaron had mention her before. She had finished talking and was waiting for my response.

"Yes ma'am."

"I look forward to meeting you." She ended the call and I tossed my phone on the bed. I was practically jumping up and down. "Hell Yeah", I darted to my closet and started looking for clothes to wear.

I laid them on the bed and jumped in the shower. Wanting to look my best, getting out I put on some light makeup. Definitely covering the faded hickeys on my neck. After I was finished I locked up the apartment and got into the car.

Still having 20 minutes to spare, I was so excited I forgot to call Aaron about the offer.

Once I was there I got a visitors pass and found Strauss's office. I knocked on her door, "Come in."

I opened the door and took nervous steps inside. She was sitting at her desk, "Agent Y/l/n?"

"Yes ma'am", she stood shaking my hand as I got closer. Both of us taking a seat; she gave me an interview but I could tell she already was going to give it to me. Asking me questions on my education and personal experience.

"Let me take you to BAU", I followed her out of her office and down the hallway. Seeing multiple people, almost every single one of them looked intimating. "Here we are", holding open the bullpen door I walked in first.

Passing the desks sitting in the middle of the room, I saw what I assume was the team. Why does he look familiar.

We walked up the stairs and I read the name on the door, Aaron Hotchner...

And there he was, sitting behind the desk scribbling notes down on his paperwork. "Agent Hotchner this is Agent Y/l/n she'll be filling in the spot of Agent Jareau", Aaron stared up at me. He was holding it together for everyone else but I saw behind that.

He wasn't crazy about me being hired in his unit, he seemed more... upset. I swallowed hard, my mouth felt dry, "Well I'll leave you two." Strauss walked out.

Aaron stood up closing the blinds, "Shut the door." I did as he asked.

"What are you doing here?"

I was in front of him as he stood his ground, "She called me a few hours after you left saying she there was an open position for the BAU... I didn't know you would be here though."

His face got even sadder, "Y/n..." He said quietly. "We can't keep doing this if you're here-- working with me."

I was taken back, my heart sank with every word that spilled. "What are you saying?"

Taking a step back he put his hands in his pockets, "Keep dating..."

I felt the tears welling up and I could tell he could too, "Why?" I tried to keep my composure but barely held on.

"If you were here before we got together it wouldn't matter but y/n... you just got hired." He paused.

"Sleeping with your boss, the unit chief of the place you work isn't exactly going to go well-- for either of us, I'll be seen as the boss that took advantage of a younger new hire. The bureau will think you slept your way in and that's not how I want people to see you."

"You didn't have a problem when you were my teacher... remember that. Wasn't exactly a good spot to be but we made it work." He lifted a hand to his forehead, "That was different, I didn't work at the university."

My voice was strained, trying to hold back the tears. "Bullshit."

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be... please." I scoffed and the tear rolled down my cheek. I could see the restraint in Aaron. Trying to hold himself back from walking over to me and wiping my face.

I stepped towards the door, "You know what-- you're right." I pressed my back to the wall and stared at him.

Right there, that's when our hearts broke. I understood his position and what would happen if we were caught. His reputation would be ruined and mine would dissipate even though it hadn't even gotten started yet.

Although we both wanted to keep seeing each other this was a way of protecting us. I knew this job was important to him. We would still be able to be around each other even if we couldn't do anything about it.

Knowing deep down this was complete and utter bullshit... both of us thought that. Aaron was breaking up with me for the sake of my future career and that was...

I really didn't want to walk out of the office. I wanted to convince him to try anyways but this was a mutual agreement, this needed to end if we wanted to keep our jobs.

"So this is it." I muttered.

"Yeah", he said quietly like he wasn't saying it to me but himself. I stayed where I was recollecting myself before I put my hand on the handle.

"Goodbye Aaron."

"Bye", whispering. I walked out to the bullpen and joined the team. Throwing on a happy face I went to their desks.

They all crowded around talking about the new hire, "There she is." Garcia whispered before they all turned around to look at me.

"You were in there for awhile, was Hotch treating you okay?" Morgan said and I smiled and nodded.

Sucking in a small breath, "Yeah he was fine it. Told me a little about you guys." I lied trying to seem normal about what actually just happened a couple of minutes ago.

Everyone introduced themselves one by one. Each of them welcoming me with open arms, I heard the door open behind me.

My turned my head to the side and saw Hotch against the rail. Both of us getting a wave of regret.

I slightly nodded and went back to the conversation the team and I were having.

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mssleepy876b · 3 years

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Family Ties Chapter 5

Summary: Family can be a positive and negative force in one's life. Detective Jay Halstead knows that personally and he helps a new Intelligence family member through it.

Requested? No. But promised @resanoona that I would post mine once she posted hers.

Word count: 1734

Warnings: domestic violence, PTSD possible

A/n: Unedited Sorry for any mistakes

Family Ties Chapter 5

Brielle’s father and Hank continued their discussion as the rest of Hank’s unit helped Brielle relax. “Damn it, Hank. It’s Brie. Why the hell didn’t you call me before? She’s been with your unit for hours.” He said sitting down on the couch in Hank’s office taking his head in his hands.

Hank moved to sit near him. “Jack, I didn’t know she was your Brie until I reached out to you. We didn’t have her name or address until about 8 this morning. Then I still didn’t want to assume until I saw her face to face and saw Alice looking back at me. I wasn’t with her when she cleared out of DiLeone’s place. Two of my detectives were. They helped her clear out photos, clothes she wanted, jewelry, and documents. They were looking over her documents in the last 20 minutes to see if they could find a way to get her on her feet and support herself without him. He was a leech. Her checks from the Center went to his accounts. Her cards, documents, and ID were all in his safe. He had his guys following her everywhere. She was never alone. Bet she never got to talk to you without him, did she?”

“I didn’t see it, Hank. I should have. I feel like I failed her. I should have gotten her out before he put his hands on her.” Jack said shaking his head.

Hank put his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Trust me, Jack. I’ve been there. I have lost Camille, then Justin, and Erin moved to New York. My team and I will not let anything happen to Brie now that she is with us. She is family now. Michael is already in lockup. We are processing the paperwork for her formal statement; we have the medical documentation from Med. He is not going to see the streets for a while. Plus, I’ve been thinking, we have an opening here for a civilian administrative assistant. Her skills fit that bill plus who knows what else she can help with. It would make my team happy; Halstead seems to have taken her under his wing. It would let her rebuild her life on her own in Chicago and you would know someone was watching out for her.” Hank said.

“I won’t let her feel forced into anything, Hank. It has to be her choice. If this is it, I know she will be safe. You and Halstead have reputations for being out for blood if they hurt anyone close to you according to my old contacts.” Jack said.

“I promise we will let her decide. Dr. Choi warned me as did Halstead she shows signs of possible PTSD, so we are being cautious. She has built a trust with Halstead and Upton. The other girls just met her. We will keep her safe, Jack, I swear it. You know how protective of family I get.” Hank said. “Do you want to try to see her?” he asked standing.

Jack nodded and they left the office. Hailey, Kim, and Vanessa were talking to Brie making her feel comfortable and secure. They entered and saw the girls together. Brie was partially smiling. Brie’s eyes met her father’s and she paled slightly. “Dad?” she whispered.

“Hiya, Princess.” He said as Hailey, Kim, and Vanessa all turned to see him and Hank at the door.

Brie stood and went to her father who met her halfway and pulled her into a hug. Hailey, Kim, and Vanessa quietly slid out as Brie and her dad reunited. He helped her sit on the couch. “What did the Doctors at Med say, Brie?” he asked her as he held her hand.

“Dr. Choi said I was lucky. Nothing major other than bruising. It could have been so much worse, Dad. I swear he had never hit me before, Dad. He had yelled, thrown things, but never put his hands on me until last night. I ran once I could. Found my way here. I guess Detective Halstead saw me first. He made me feel safe. He has helped me with the dreams and memories too. It is so scary, Dad.” She said leaning against his shoulder.

“I’m so grateful that you are safe, Brie. When I went to the house and couldn’t find you or your pictures, or your personal stuff in your sitting room, I was scared out of my wits. Michael wouldn’t answer my calls. I knew you weren’t at work because I had gone there before the house. I had no clue where you were, but I knew something was up when I saw your engagement ring was sitting on the table with your house keys.” He said holding her closer.

They sat together for a few moments before Jack spoke up. “It must be luck that you ended up here with Voight’s unit. He and I worked together years ago. I knew him back when he met his late wife Camille. They were great friends of your mom’s and mine. We had lost touch after Camille’s passing due to cancer. I thought he had hidden you from me at first when I got here. That is why I was yelling. I’m sorry we upset you, Brie. But I must say that Detective has quite a backbone to stand up to both Hank and I for you. It was very surprising.” He said.

Brie smiled. “He seems like a good man, Dad. Everyone seems to respect him. Even at Med, they respected him and his brother there.” She said quietly.

Jack moved to look in Brie’s eyes. “You know you can’t go back to the Charity Center, right, Brie?”

“I do. I hate it. I loved that job. But it would be too easy for Michael to find me.” She said.

“Hank had an idea. They need an administrative assistant/office manager up here in Intelligence. He thought your skills might be a good fit and it would give you a chance to get back on your feet in a place where you feel safe around people you know.” Jack said.

“But where will I stay, Dad? I can’t come to you and mom. He will look there first. I can’t risk you getting harmed. I don’t have any money right now. He took it all. Convinced me to let him handle it all.” Brie said with tears in her eyes.

“Let me talk to Hank. See what we can do temporarily for you until you can get funds on your own and Michael has been formally charged.” Jack said rubbing her arm as she pulled away from him. She nodded and watched as he stepped into Hank’s office next door.

Hank and Jack had Brie stay with Hank for a few days. It was nice for Hank to revisit the memories with Brielle and Jack. Alice came into town the next day to join them and helped Jack and Brielle as Brielle began to heal from her injuries. Hank smiled coming home that next day once Alice arrived. He missed the feel of friends in his house and Alice’s warmth reminded him of Camille. Alice was grateful to Hank and would ensure that they all had meals at night until they could find Brie a place to set up as her own and feel safe with.

Brielle spent a few sessions with Dr. Charles from Med who helped her move past her assault as well as the controlling behavior Michael had used to isolate her with. He helped her create a plan for rebuilding her life and moving past the memories. She started to feel more solid and stable in her life.

The intelligence unit had taken Brie under their wings and introduced her to the groups at Molly’s and widened her circle of friends she could get help from. She found them all warm and made her feel as if she was safe again. She began to search out a new life for herself and knew that her place seemed to be at the 21st with the intelligence unit.

Kim, Hailey, and Vanessa all took Brie under their wing and she quickly felt like part of the girls’ group which at times included the girls from 51’s 2ndshift and Med’s ED. Brie decided to take the position in Intelligence if Hank would allow it. She enjoyed this group of people who seemed to want to help her and let her create her own life while having her back if she needed them. Jay became a familiar face for Brielle and Brie found in him a kind person that she could respect and feel like a man that she would be proud to call a friend.

Hank and Trudy quickly got the paperwork set for her to take the job in Intelligence. Brie quickly had things organized and ready to go and at the Unit’s fingertips any time it was needed thanks to her skills from the Charity office. She also had managed to assist the unit with her accounting skills to track down how a payment had been made during a case. She had an apartment of her own that she was able to rent not far from Jay’s and was beginning to feel like her life was her own.

Only once had Brie heard from Angelo DiLeone. His message told her that Michael’s actions were not approved of and the family would not keep him from serving the sentence he had received. She felt a little more reassured since Angelo had never lied to her and had said more than once that she was someone he respected even if others didn’t.

Michael had yet to find her or even contact her. She still screened her phone calls as well as watched her surroundings for suspicious activity. Jay, Hank, and Hailey taught her skills to help her feel safer. Hailey had actually helped her learn self-defensive techniques that she felt would help in an emergency.

She had rebuilt her relationship with her parents only seeing them in Chicago when they chose to come once she had finished her recovery at Hank’s. They always met out in public and never at her apartment as she knew the time would come when Michael would be out of prison and she feared that he would only want revenge.

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years

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REQUEST: Hey! I love your imagines, they’re perfect.... would you mind write an imagine with hank? It would be nice if you could write something like how he fell in love w y/n and finally express his love, and it gets all cute and lovely...or something like that... ❤️

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You’d fought your way to where you were now, they’d called you too bossy, too bitchy, too full of yourself, but the men in your law practice? Confident, in control, leader material. But you persevered, you always did, and soon you found yourself prosecuting some of the worst of the worst in your city of Chicago, a job that ended up getting you involved with Chicago’s Intelligence Unit. It wasn’t a straight forward case, the perp was well connected, but their sergeant, Hank Voight, was determined to see him brought to justice, and you couldn’t have agreed more. In the end you’d managed to do what multiple lawyers had failed to do, and you put him behind bars.

After that you’d worked along side Intelligence on numerous cases, they even started calling you specifically when they needed help on a case. A more recent one had gotten a little out of hand, however, as a witness who had been in the protection programme for six years was finally able to testify against the man who killed her family. How the guards had missed a gun entering the court room was beyond you, but you’d seen the muzzle out the corner of your eye, the defendants brother you were told later, trying to silence the only person who could put his brother away. One minute the gun was coming out, the next you’d had him on the floor, flipping him over your shoulder and disarming him before the guards could even reach the two of you.

Needless to say it had been quite impressive, and after sentencing you’d joined the Intelligence Unit at Molly’s for the first time, Sergeant Voight putting your drinks on his tab. You’d talked long into the night, and many nights after that when you’d helped them on cases, and even when you didn’t. A lot of men, ex-boyfriends included, had thought you were a little too much to handle, intimidating even, but the more Voight seemed to learn about you, the more he had been drawn in, not pushed away.

But he had always held back, never quite telling you what he meant, or how he felt, there was still a wall between the two of you that you didn’t think you could break through, it was one he had to take down himself. You were prepared to wait, the way he looked at you, how relaxed he was around you, you knew he was starting to realise he had feelings for you, and you had feelings for him too. You were like equals, you matched each other, understood each other, he wasn’t put off by the others sides of you, and you weren’t by the other sides of him. It was a good match, but you could tell he wasn’t ready yet, and that was fine by you, you enjoyed his company and certainly weren’t about to make him uncomfortable.

Today was different, however, you’d spent the day working another case with Intelligence, trying to flip a robbery crew, and you and Hank had ended up being the last ones upstairs, sitting at his desk finishing off the last of the paperwork.

He’d been glancing up and you while you worked for a while, and you did everything you could to pretend you didn’t notice, trying to focus on your work, which wasn’t easy when he kept looking at you like that.

Finishing off the last line you glanced at your watch and shook your head, “god is that the time?” It was definitely later than you’d thought, and Hank stopped what he was doing to properly look at you now.

“Finished?” He asked, ordering his own papers and neatening them up.

“Yeah finally, trial shouldn’t be too bad next week with this done though,” you told him, “DA’s office has been chasing these guys for a while, without you guys we’d have been no where, so thanks.” He laughed at little at your remark, like you had it all backwards.

“Are you kidding? Sure, we catch the guys, but without you they’d just be right back on the streets,” he said.

“I’m not the only decent lawyer in Chicago you know,” you replied.

“Maybe not, but you are the best,” he grinned as you shook your head, a little flustered by the way he was looking at you as he spoke.

“How about we just say team effort?” You suggested and he nodded.

“Still calls for a celebration I think,” he added, “grab a drink? Could probably use one after how long this day has been.” You’d been out for drinks before, but the way he asked you this time, his tone, if felt different some how.

“Yeah,” you answered, “Molly’s?” That was where you always went, so you looked a little confused when Hank shook his head.

“I was thinking maybe some place different? Somewhere a little bit quieter, more relaxed?” Was it you or did he almost sound nervous now? Hank had never been one to be unsure of himself in all the time you’d known him, so you regarded his carefully as you answered.

“Where did you have in mind?” You asked, thinking about the implications of his words.

“There’s a place not too far from here, a liquor bar, best whisky in the city,” he explained, looking at you intently to gage your reaction. Was he asking you out? You thought, wishing he’d just come out and say it if he was.

“That sounds nice,” you replied, noting how he relaxed a little, giving him the answer he was clearly hoping for. “I just have to go drop these off at my office, but I’ll meet you there in like 20.”

“Great, I’ll message you the address and grab us some drinks,” He stood up as you did, grabbing the things you needed before heading out of his office and down to the exit. You were heading in separate directions so you paused outside.

“See you soon Y/N,” he told you after a moment.

“It’s a date,” you said with a wink, hedging your bets as you prepared to turn away, catching Hank grinning out the corner of your eye as you took off towards your office, glad you hadn’t been reading the situation all wrong.

The janitor was cleaning up as you let yourself in, quickly dumping your paperwork at your desk and applying just a little bit more make up before you went to go see Hank.

It was a nice bar, you thought as you approached, not that Molly’s wasn’t, but this was definitely higher end, and definitely where you took someone on a date. Took him long enough, you thought to yourself as you entered, spotting Hank sitting at the bar as you went in.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted you with a small hug as you took a seat at the bar, removing your coat and looking around. It really was nice in here, not packed like Molly’s, but not empty, it was a lot quieter too, almost romantic even. He slid you your drink as you settled in.

“Well this is a nice place,” you commented, taking a small taste of your drink, “and this is definitely good whisky.” No wonder Hank liked it here, though you couldn’t imagine that he came here often.

“Found it a little while back on a case,” he explained as you took another sip, savouring the flavour as he continued, “not the most well known, but I figured it’s a change from Molly’s.”

“So if I was to assume that you didn’t just ask me here for the whisky?” You asked suggestively, watching the way his expression turned soft.

“Figured it was time I asked you out for a real drink,” he explained, but you could tell there was more to it than that.

“Why now?” You pushed, wanting to know what had changed between the two of you, wanting to know where exactly you stood with each other.

“I’ve been thinking about it for some time, probably since you took that perp down at the court house,” you didn’t say a word, realising he still had more to say he was just trying to figure out how to say it, “but I don’t really date, I haven’t for a while.”

“How come?” You tried again, smiling gently, trying to let him know what he could talk to you, trust you with whatever it was that he was holding back, whatever was keeping him from fully being with you.

“I lost my wife to cancer a while ago, and losing my son the other year, then Erin leaving and Al... I never really felt like I deserved to try and find some kind of happiness again,” he told you at last, more open and vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. You swallowed, barely daring to breath as you considered this new information, your heart aching for his loss.

“But you do now?” All that loss, and he’d decided to open up to you. You realised just how much that meant to him, how closed off he usually was about anything personal, and you were happy he’d chosen to share it with you.

“Getting to know you, spending time with you, you’ve seen a lot of different sides of me and you haven’t looked away,” he said and you realised you’d felt the same way about him, that you’d both opened up to each other in ways that weren’t entirely familiar.

“And I won’t,” you reassured him, wanting to take his hand but not sure if he’d want you to right now. Hank had certainly never seemed like the kind of guy who’d want anyone’s pity, so you gave him some space to finish.

“I know that, I felt like asking you on a date, seeing if we could start something- it was something I didn’t deserve, but you make me feel like I could have a second chance.” He was sounding less sure of his words as he finished, looking at you a little expectantly for your reply and definitely looking like a weight had gone from his shoulders a bit, telling you something he’d probably never said to anyone else.

“You deserve one,” you insisted but he didn’t look entirely convinced as he replied.

“I don’t know about that, but I’d like to try, if you’d have me,” it was nearly a question as he stared at you, so you took him hand in yours and smiled as he squeezed it back, glad to be looking to the future.

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Thoughts journal Ninjago season 13!!! 🤩🤩 (3/4)

I am enjoying the season A LOT. The reveal has been thrown already, everything seems to be leading towards something special about Rock Mom and I couldn't hope for something better!! I know Lou will be back so I guess a flashback?... I'M SO EXCITED 💕💕

Alright, let's start!!

DUNGEON PARTY!

Side note, we're past the season and no Nexo Knights reference. Me sad, but me not quitting like ninja!! 💪💪

Korgran of METALONIA?!?! WHERE KARLOF COMES FROM!!! Oh you just love to feed me with good throwbacks, now do you Ninjago crew 😍

Plundar the thief, yeah, the attire gives it away although it is nice. And Fungus... huh... well that explains the mushrooms on the hat I guess 😅

Yep, there we go, a party of adventurers, the DnD situation promised 👈👈 He said loot, I saw a 20 faced dice, nice nice

In these recent seasons adventurers just won't like to do adventures for one reason or another, first uncle Powers, now these guys? I mean Ninjago is in danger every freaking time and you risk your life at every step and there's a new formidable villain every like five seconds but... huh... what was my point again?

THE ANIME STYLE IS BACK 😂😂 Oh boy I can tell we're in for a train to crazy town

I'm thinking this dude looks a lot like He-Man... of course he does, the HECK, am I noticing this just now? 😑

I do agree with mister Korgran's father reluctance about talking like that (I saw too many anime characters like that 😂), but Karlof uses the third person too. Either it's common in Metalonia, or there's a general lack of education there 😅 (I LOVE METAL BOY I MISS HIM 🖤🖤)

Talking axe that doesn't talk, nice 😂

Okay... okay, I need a moment

This is too cute. I know her head is a bit too big but LOOK AT THEM 💛🤍💛🤍 Has Chompy never grown?... wait he did got big that one time... okay... okay, never mind

Well that's a pretty nice party, you got your barbarian, your magic user and your rogue. Kinda misses a healer but still... tomorrow I'm doing a DnD session with my friends and I wanna sound like I know stuff 😂

I just noticed that I haven't seen hidden trap doors like that since Chen, the ABC of villains right there my friends 👆

So the King didn't become evil just because of the skull, he actually wished to obtain it and use the dark power. I get that he wants to defend the city but he is basically remorceless about everything else, so he is guilty. Also DRAGON ABUSER 😡

Poor Vania, but she overcame her Skylor situation very quickly. Proud 💛

There we go with the encouragement, you go Rocky!! We have a crazy Skull dude to turn into dust!! 👿👿

Wait, a promise he made a long time ago? Rock mom?

DUNGEON CRAWL!

ROCK MOM!!! YAAAASSS!!! FINALLY SHE'S HERE!!! 🖤🖤🖤

Oh holy FSM, my heart 💔

MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH. Cole as a kid, Lou is back, Rock Mom IS SICK AND WILL DIE, all the drawings, the picture of them together 😭😭

I cannot, freaking, this kid doesn't want his mom to be sick and he's gotten into troubles at school and she wants him to fight and be strong and right and SHE HAS HIS SAME EYEBROWS 😢😢😢😢😢😢

This scene was really heartbreaking, such a genuine situation with a kid that wants her mom to be fine and proud of him 🖤

Just looked at her VA and it's Erin Matthews 🤩 So first I'm counting it as a Nexo Knights reference just because MACY AND ROBIN ❤🖤❤🖤 Second, wasn't "the mom" going to be voiced by Jillian? Is it... is it Maya? Is she coming back? MAYBE NEXT SEASON??? NYA SEASON?!?!? 🤯🤯

Oh, we're moving on? So... so there's still the stuff about Rock Mom's past to uncover, still unsure if she was the one of the blades for the two tribes

PLUNDAR WE DO NOT DISRESPECT COLE INTO THIS HOUSE VANIA MY GIRL YOU ARE SPEAKING FOR ME TOO 💪💪

The connection between Cole and his mom is the earth itself, I'm loving this concept so much. It's true that he never found himself this deep into his element before, the Caves of Despair were mines but never this deep. This really is rock bottom... HECK YEAH

Well Cole...

Welcome to the colored eyes because of elemental power ninja team!! 💚❤🧡 (without counting the forbidden scroll moments) I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! I'M GETTING SO PROUD AND EMOTIONAL!!! I'M PROUDOTIONAL!!! 🤯

Aww, Cole saving his son sensei, very nice. They did save each other a lot 🤷‍♀️

This place reminds me a lot of the Fire Temple where Kai got himself into trouble in season 1 but then saved Lloyd, one of my favorite and most memorable episode of the show... I'M TOO NOSTALGIC RIGHT NOW LET'S MOVE ON

NEVER MIND COLE IS TAKING CHARGE LIKE OLD TIMES HE IS FINALLY THE LEADER AGAIN I'M GONNA CRY ROCKY I'M SO HAPPY YOU DESERVE THIS 🖤

Wu's spinjitzu!! Always nice to see it 😊 And yes Adam is a good boy, and for my arachnophobia is a little freaky saying it 😅

Ah, good Plundar, Cole needs all the appreciation of the world because HE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND AMAZING WARRIOR AND I LOVE HIM AAAAAA

This is probably my favorite episode for now, got Rock Mom, got elemental powers, got a lot of Cole in all of his glory: the leader with a clear smart mind able to lead even strangers, with big heart for what's important 👏👏

I feel like this season is giving him glory, I'm curious about how it will end!!

GRIEF-BRINGER

Okay I know it's the name of the dragon... and it gets me a little antsy 😅

Back to the munce! Still doing as good as ever I see! 😅 And lol, you can't blame Nya for not being nice Jay! Although she is kinda best friends with Ronin who double crossed her multiple times... okay, I see your reasoning Bluebell

There we go, Nya making them listen. I honestly could have seen her just grabbing one of them and make them fly through the the room, still cool though 😎

Back to the geckles! Also doing as good as ever! 😅 These little purple guys are so dang cute, seeing my flame babe trying to lead is so PRECIOUS, and even more PRECIOUS is Zane giving him support... and a rock in the face 🤍🤍

Gotta say

I'm more and more fascinated by their culture 😂😂

Aww little Gleck, everything had started with him after all... wait... HER NAME IS LILLY?!?! ROCK MOM HAS A NAME!!! AND SHE IS GILLIE/MILLIE!!! I KNEW IT!!! 🤩🤩

I think I saw the name somewhere, didn't think it was actually her. I always headcanoned her as Gaia, but Lilly is a very sweet name too 💕

It is pretty nice that even though we as viewers didn't know what happened to Lilly, the ninja knew. It's obvious, they've known each other for so long, but still. It feels nice to see this 😊

Oh-oh, Skull dude is up to something... and he said the title 👈👈

Zane keeps being the sweetest thing ever created, le cute dude 🤍🤍 Never thought I'd see Tin Can and Hothead discussing about lies while two slugs race each other...

I don't know if it's the new animation but the armored suits look CRAZY GOOD, the metal and the details are awesome!! I approve the suits of this season 👍

Pff, they are talking down his sister, if he knew they would be literally toasted 🔥

HUG HUG BEAUTIFUL LEGO HUG!!! And she lifts him up, omg the Smith siblings are back and they are so CUTE 😍

Yep, only he can talk down his sister... and possibly be annihilated right after 😅

Oh, the dragon that almost destroyed the two tribes... OH THE DRAGON THAT ALMOST DESTROYED THE TWO TRIBES!!! 😱😱

NO GUYS DON'T LEAVE LLOYD AND ZANE BEHIND, THEY ARE THE MOST PRONE TO SACRIFICE THEMSELVES 😭😱😭😱😭😱

The cringe Kai, the cringe never leaves you alone you beautiful idiot ❤

I cannot believe the animators managed to make Lloyd's LEGO hair swoosh, I must applaude them 👏👏👏 Also POOR BABY ON THE GROUND GIVE HIM A VACATION FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

Well aren't things getting even more complicated 😅 Where is Cole? We need season superstar pronto!

MASTERS NEVER QUIT

Awww, major throwback to the show's most famous motto right in the title! NINJA NEVER QUIT!!! LET'S GO THEN!!! 🤩

The upply team! With the lava beast back... I could easily make comment about how it could be a representation of Cole's feelings since it's LAVA with EARTH and FIRE, and he is running from them... I'M JUST RAMBLING MOVING ON 🖤❤🖤❤

Cole misses the Caves of Despair maybe, he wants to have a round with the carts like in Possession 😂 Was that why he knew it was going to work eventually? That would be histerical, especially since back then they all almost fell into the lava 😅😅

The Heart of the Mountain? Secret temple of the masters of Earth? Possibly hidden in Shintaro? Spinjitzu Burst? Wu, let me ask you this... just in case... is there... perhaps...

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US??? 😡😡

He is definitely and officially old, only reason why he keeps forgetting to warn people about stuff 😑 I mean, it's not major like with Morro or Aspheera, I guess it's an improvement?... kinda?

So you learn spinjitzu burst if you're surrounded by your element, that sounds pretty awesome! I wonder how it could be with all the others, this can open up kinda like a quest for the true potential but with different places and lots of OP powers and I'M INTO IT 🤩🤩🤩

Okay season, I get it

YOU WANNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭 I love this aztec vibe, so cool and appropriate she looks STUN 🖤

I didn't expect this much introspection about Cole, I thought it was going to be kinda last minute like with Jay in Prime Empire. I'm so thankful it's not like that, freaking yes. YES. GO COLE BURST OUT!!

... okay, take your time sweetie, no rush. The other ninja are just going to be fried but eh, happens all the time 🤷‍♀️

VANIA MAH GIRL 💕 I understand Wu, I mean the guys kinda learned all they needed already back when they started to train Lloyd. Ever since then, they had been not master and students, but just family. And you always need family, no matter how far you go 🖤

Awwww, Wu! You got your own development too! 👍 So nice to hear "ninja never quit" again, can't be too sure but it's been a while 😍

Let's hope the guys are doing fine resisting while Team Cole arrives 😎😎

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mrsdobrik · 4 years

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CHAPTER 18:

Hey everyone! So for this chapter to make sense you do need to have read the rest of the series! Just letting you know. Also let me know what you think! Love y’all! ❤❤❤

“You are late” Bald Guy barked at Y/n as David brought the car to a stop at the diner’s parking lot.

“I am sorry” Y/n said getting out of the car.

“Sorry is not going to cut it princess, don’t bother getting out of the car, you are suspended until Wednesday.”

“What?? Bob please don’t, I said I was sorry. Please, I will stay late to make it up to you.”

“I don’t fucking care, it’s done. Now get the fuck out of here before I add more days to your suspension.”

“Bob, please, it’s the first time I’ve ever been late. Please don’t suspend me!”

“If you needed the money then you shouldn’t have been late. Now go!” He barked back.

Y/n just got back in the car and David started driving out of there. Once they were a few blocks away he pulled over. By his side Y/n was failing at holding back the tears.

“I am sorry, I am sorry I made you drive all this way for that, I am sorry he is so awful and I am sorry you had to see that.” Y/n said as tears streamed down her face.

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about! He is the fucking ass, not you.” Dave said feeling his heart break into little pieces for her.

Dave hugged Y/n for about half an hour before she finally calmed down.

“I am sorry, I feel so over dramatic. It’s just, I hate him, I get there 15 minutes late and he does this. He just wants me to feel that he has power over me.”

“Babe, I know you said you want to deal with this on your own, but I really think you should quit, you can find another job.” Dave said, still rubbing circles on her back.

“It’s really hard finding a job that will coincide with my teaching schedule, besides my friends work there and he pays good money. I know I will figure something out. I just need more time” Y/n said.

“Do you want to go back to my place? The guys are coming over, it will be fun! That way you can get your mind off of this whole thing.”

“Okay, lets go.”

…

As soon as they got to David’s Y/n changed out of her uniform and into a pair of light blue flared jeans and a cream colored cardigan.

Soon enough David’s friends started popping up. She was starting to become friends with Nat, Zane and Mariah but the rest of the group was still land to be conquered. Y/n came out of David’s room to see Mariah talking to Carly and Erin on the couch.

“Hey Y/n! Come sit with us!” Mariah said. She was the best. She really got how being thrown into the group felt, because she had been through it. Y/n smiled, relieved by the invitation and made her way to the couch.

“Hey guys! How are you doing?” She said.

“Great! We were just talking about the science experiment we did last week.”

“Ohh, yeah, I watched the vlog! It looked like chaos. It must have been so much fun to see it in person.”

“It was really cool but really scary.” Carly said.

And with that the conversation shifted to candle scents and Starbucks new drinks.

“Your Starbucks videos are some of my favorites. I just think watching you interact with each other makes for the best content. I remember when the video of David trying Starbucks for the first time came out, I think I watched it maybe 20 times and I am not even exaggerating.” Y/n said.

“No way! You’ve been watching for that long?” Erin asked

“Yeah, and the whole wedding planning series too.”

“OMG, CUTE!” Erin looked at her wedding ring.

“It still feels so surreal to be here talking to you guys. I’ve told David this, it’s like when I am with him it just feels like David and I kind of forget that he’s the same guy in the vlogs I’ve been watching for years cause it just feels so normal. It’s when he is with all of you that I remember that he is also David Dobrik.”

“Aww, that’s cute” Carly said

“And why did you move here? If you don’t mind me asking.” Erin asked

“Not at all! I was a makeup artist for a couple years and I wanted to come out here and work in fashion editorials and red carpets, it was my dream. I moved here cause I was talking to an agency, they really liked my portfolio and they wanted to sign me. But then it fell through and I was already all moved in and the teaching opportunity came up and so I just took that and fell in love with it. Sometimes I still miss doing makeup, it was an amazing creative outlet for me but I love teaching just as much so…” Y/n said

“Oh, that’s great, I mean the fact that you still found a way to do something you love! You should do our makeup someday!” Erin replied.

“I would love that!” Y/n replied. That is the power of makeup, it brings people together.

…

Once everyone had left Y/n and David started cleaning up the whole mess that drunk Zane had caused.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” David said. His eyes were gleaming a little which made Y/n extra worried.

“Oh no! I didn’t think we were there yet. Please don’t ask me to get blindfolded and lay on the ground. If it’s an animal I might never forgive you.”

“Oh wow! You really do watch my vlogs! I don’t think I’ve done one of those in like, at least a couple years.” Dave said laughing at her worry. “But don’t worry, it’s not an animal. Here.” He said and gave Y/n an envelope.

Inside was a reservation for a hotel in Napa.

“I thought, since you don’t have work for the next couple days we could do something fun. We can leave tomorrow morning.”

Y/n jumped on top of David and started kissing him all over his face.

“This is the sweetest thing! You didn’t have to do that! This is so nice! I am so excited! I’ve never been to Napa! You are the best!” She said in between kisses.

“Wow! If I knew you would react like this I would have done this weeks ago!” Dave said with his signature David laugh.

“You don’t need to get me hotel nights to make me want to kiss you, but this is a really nice gesture and I really appreciate it.” She said then a little more seriously “This is way better than a giant lizard.”

#david dobrik #david dobrik x you #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik imagine

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jojolu · 3 years

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Six Months in Boston

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Erin Rose

Summary: Up and coming YA author Erin Rose, was sent to a small suburb 30 minutes Northwest of Boston to finish the last two books of her series, she is about to get very close to her very handsome new neighbor.

a/n: here goes nothing!

chapter 1: Enjoy Nature

"Oh my God! Just poop already Letty!" You shout at your Chihuahua Dachshund mix breed dog. She finally does and you pick it up and tie the bag.

You are walking on a new path the realtor showed you on a map. Your phone rings and it's your sister Tilly FaceTime'ing you.

"Hey girl......where the fuck are you? Are you exercising?"

"Ugh gross! Never. Just exploring, Mike the realtor was saying there are 30 beautiful walking paths all around! Enjoy nature....that fucking tool."

"Where exactly are you? In case I need to come and find your body in the woods."

"In a small suburb, its technically the country! I'm thirty minutes northwest of Boston. My editor sent me to Boston. MASSACHUSETTS!! LIKE WHO AUTHORIZED THIS. For a year Till! I'm a hard core West coast kid! Born and raised near the ghetto."

"Pasadena, is nowhere near the ghetto. Its your fault, your way to good of a writer. Your first book shouldn't have been so good. Like bitch, you already have studios fighting for the movie rights."

You wrote, The Wish Masters, your senior year in Grad school on a whim. Your professor wanted you all to write 1 chapter of a book and you wrote 15, when you turned it, she called you into her office the following Monday. 6 years later on your 35th birthday it was released.

It bit of Harry Potter mixed in with Tinkerbell. All the Fairy families are separated by the type of groups and your story starts when the age of fairies start to die off. Deenah and her friends Mave and Trax are off on a journey to fix and restore the age of Fairies.

"Yeah, yeah. Oh no there a dog loose." You see a brown and white dog with a red collar and leash dragging behind him.

"Let me see!" Tilly says.

You flip the camera and stick your phone in your sportsbra.

You call him over and read his tag.

"Hey Dodger, gosh are a pretty dog. Letty, this is Dodger, Dodger, this wild animal is Letty girl."

You pick up his leash and continue walking the way Dodger came from.

"You fucking weirdo. That dog looks familiar. What's his name?"

"Familiar? Are you an Instagram dog, D man?" You say leaning closer to Dodger.

"Holy fucking shit! That's Chris Evans dog. I bet my fucking life on it."

"Seriously? Please God, don't let this be his dog. I'm not ready!"

You hear a man's voice calling out Dodger's name.

"Oh no......"

The person you see, isn't Chris Evans but his younger brother, Scott.

"That's Scott his brother!" Tilly says.

"I know.....Shhhh."

"Dodger! Hey man, you scared us." Scott says walking up to you.

"He just walked up to us." You say handing him the leash.

"Thank you! Chris would have KILLED me! I got him." He says as he yells back to the sound of a person walking up behind you.

You look past him and see Chris Evans.

Your mind goes blank.

"Hi I'm Tilly!" You sister says from your boobs.

"Hi, mystery voice coming from this nice lady's boobs. " Scott says.

"OH my God! It's my sister." You take your phone out of your sportsbra and turn it so he can see her.

She waves like a crazy person.

"Hi, Tilly. I'm Scott."

"Hi! This is my sister Erin Rose."

"I totally forgot to introduce myself."

"She's a writer she wrote The Wish Masters, Jimmy Fallon just had her on last week. She just sent the second and half of the third one to her editor, She there to write two more books, she'll be there a year and she lives at 347 Mills Rd and that's her dog Letty, we found her on a trip to Joshua Tree, four years ago."

"Stop talking or I'm going to hang up and block you." You say to the phone.

"Sorry....."

"Well, this is my brother Chris Evans, he is an actor, you know him from Not Another Teen Movie and Cellular. He's has lived here for about three years and he lives at 345 Mills Rd and that's his dog Dodger, who he got a shelter about three years ago."

You look at Chris who is shaking his head.

You mouth, "I'm so sorry."

He mouth,"No, I'm sorry."

You both smile at each other. You look away to where Dodger and Letty are laying down, Letty is laying on Dodger's legs licking him.

"Well, it looks like you two are neighbors." Scott says to you both.

"Right! That's awesome, she's very single." Tilly says as she hangs up.

"Oooh she's not getting invited to any of the movie premieres. I'm going go home. Come on Letty." You say pulling her leash.

She doesn't budge.

"To bad you only weigh eleven pounds." You say picking her up.

You turn to your left and then to your right.

Fuck!

Erin why are you so dumb!

You have no clue which direction your house is.

"Left." Chris says.

"Thank you." You say turning back left and walking away holding a dog that doesn't want to leave.

"She left her water bottle." Scott says.

"I'll take it to her later." Chris says picking it up.

"She's gorgeous......did you see her ass......damn." Scott says.

Chris just looks at him as he starts to walk away, Dodger turns and tries to follow the direction you left in.

"I did, and that's all I'm going to say."

"You going to save that image for your spank bank?"

"Spank bank? Seriously?"

"Sorry, I watched 10 Things I Hate About You last night. Great film. I know how long it's been, so don't act like you haven't already ready pictured her under you or on her knees."

"For fucks sake, Scott!? I just met her, technically we haven't really even met." Chris says walking away.

Scott laughs as he walks behind Chris.

"Fuck you, Scott! Now that's all I'm thinking about!" He yells as he starts to run.

You make it back in 10 minutes.

You were talking out loud the whole time.

"Really! Is this really fucking happening! Chris fucking Evans! Is this because I read that Chris Evans fanfic? Listen! I'm sorry! Well I'm not really! That's story was cute and he sounds great in bed. Speaking of bed! Am I supposed to act like I didn't see his dick? What a beautiful penis.....oh my God. We share a driveway....his house is what like sixty fucking feet from my house.......great now all I can think of his is dick! Did I save that on my phone?"

You were walking so fast and distracted you just realized you left your water bottle. You set it down when you picked up Dodger's leash.

"Dammit, I love that water bottle, let's go inside." You say to the dog that is sniffing all around Chris's side of the driveway.

You walk inside and Letty goes and gets in her kennel and gets under her blanket.

You take off your shoes and head to take a shower. Tilly calls right after you walk out of the shower.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, I just spent the last 20 minutes Google'ing him. He's very much single. He loves to take Dodger out on walks, he's covered in tattoos, he enjoys working with his hands, he loves his family, is an ass man and he has a huge penis."

"I don't care. I'm not going to do anything with information. I'm here for one reason, to write these books. This is not a story someone is writing. I'm not going to fall in love with him, he isn't going to take me on long walks where we can't keep our hands off each other, our dogs aren't going to be best friends and constantly have to see each other, you and Scott aren't going to be best friend and have matching toasts at our beautiful Farmhouse wedding." You suddenly get choked up.

"Ohhhh Erin...I'm sorry. I just got excited." She says suddenly with emotion in her voice.

"Serves you right! Who said those acting classes wouldn't help me write better."

"You bitch! Just so you know he has a wide tongue, too." She hangs up.

Ugh, you just used the massage setting on your handheld shower head. Living next to him was going to kill you.

You get dressed, in a tank top dress that has a built-in bra and head out your pool. You hear laughing coming from your neighbor's house and fight the urge to look over.

"Erin!" You hear Chris yell.

"Please, have a shirt on...." You say before turning around.

"Hey, Chris."

Fuck him.

No, seriously.

Fuck this sexy ass bastard.

He of course, is in just black swim trunks walking closer to his the fence. There are all the tattoos Tilly said he had, she didn't mention the chest hair.....you just want you rub your hands all over his body.

This is the closet your houses are to each other.

"Did you get that?" Chris asks looking at you.

"Shit, sorry thinking about my...book." You stumbled out.

"I have your water bottle and I was thinking that I could say thank you for grabbing Dodger, by ordering us some lunch?"

"It was no hassle, he just walked right up to me. Sure, yes that would be great."

"You want to come over now? You can come swim with me....if you want. Can you....." He stops himself.

"Were you about to ask me, a black woman, if I can swim?" You say giving him tons of attitude.

He goes beet red.

"Uh no...I was just...you have your hair straight....so I....."

You start to laugh at him.

"I thought Mackie would have told you what not to ask a black woman, it's a weave, I'm taking out next week and getting braids. Yes, I can swim, I was actually a lifeguard all throughout high-school and college. I'll change and grab Letty."

You see the relief in his face.

Did you just fluster Chris Evans.....

You are thankful for your sister, she made you buy all new swimsuits with your cash advance money. You put on your Victoria's Secret ruffle bottom bikini, you got it in three colors, white, pink and green.

You put on the white one. Put your black sheer cover up.

You put your hair up in a messy bun and grabbed Letty.

"Listen, woman! You better act right! Do not pee on his floor!" You say to the dog who is very confused why she is getting a lecture.

You put her down and grab the gift basket you just got from Sam Adam's and the freezer box it came in. He isn't in the back yard any more so you walk to his front door and ring the door bell.

"Brace yourself Erin...." You mumble out.

You can hear Dodger barking and Chris telling him to calm down.

He opens the door and smiles at you.

"Welcome, here let me take that. Come in."

Thankfully he put a shirt on.

You follow him to his kitchen while looking in all of his rooms.

"Our houses are the exact same. Even down to the floors. Literally the exact same. You need to see it."

"I'd like that."

You both pause for a second.

Letty and Dodger playing is what broke the tension.

"Its Letty, right? From The Fast and The Furious."

"It is. Strangely, not many people get that."

"And Dodger, from Oliver and Company?"

"Yes, exactly. Most people think the baseball team."

"Why you have the Sox over here."

"Exactly. You want to head outside?"

"Lead the way."

He grabs the gift basket and walks towards his backyard.

"Did you buy this?"

"Nope, I mentioned them in an interview and I got this, just yesterday."

"Not going lie that probably my favorite thing about this whole crazy life."

"Same, dude! I swear, someone asked what pen I used and I said Paper-Mate and I had a special delivery the next day. I'm really looking forward to when these studios choose my book."

"Which studios?" He asks opening your gift basket.

"You're just gonna open MY gift basket?"

"I thought this was for me?" He says laughing.

"Why would I give you MY gift basket? I don't know you like that!" You say laughing too.

"Go ahead you already opened it. Paramount, Warner Brothers, Universal and Disney! I'm really excited about that one. They are thinking of my books as movies will start a new segment of Disney aimed at teenagers!" You practically shout.

"That's amazing and my heart is with Disney."

"Holy shit, I haven't told anyone that and wasn't supposed to........I figure you can keep a secret, Cap."

"You going to make me sign an NDA?" He says waaaaay to flirty.

He opens one of the beers and takes a long drink.

He licks his bottom lip.

"I could get one drafted up, if I need to. Can I have I one of MY beers, please?"

"Fine, but I get this hat." He says pulling a blue Sam Adam's hat out.

He hands you a beer and your hands touch. He doesn't let go, he grabs his bottle opener and opens for you.

"Thanks. Stop taking my stuff Christopher!"

"You don't want this hat or.....this beer coozie or.........these beer pretzels." He says taking all the things he mentioned.

"Give me those fucking pretzels."You say reaching for them.

"Come on, you don't want these." He opens the bag and takes a handful.

"Ohh you are not nice." You say standing up you take off your swim cover and walk up to him. Your breast are touching his chest and every time you inhale he looks down at your chest.

"Can I help you?" He says looking down at you.

"Chris, can I please, pretty please have those pretzels, I need something hard..and..salty in my mouth."You say with your hands on his chest.

He hands them to you without another word.

"Thanks, dude." You say grabbing them and sitting back down on his pool chaise.

"That was so mean! I'm still keeping this hat and coozie." He says looking over at you.

"Sure, but I'm keeping the corn hole set."

"You sure? I can take it off your hands."

You hear Letty barking at the backdoor.

Chris goes and let's them both put, they are chasing each other in circles, they finally sit he keeps messing with her and she keeps biting him then running away.

"Looks, like they found their best friend." Chris says.

"Yep. She's such an alpha. I'm surprised she letting him be so aggressive with her."

"Well, he definitely likes the challenge of a strong woman."

"She definitely likes the attention."

"He really likes to give it."

You weren't sure at what point you both stopped talking about the dogs but you needed to get in the pool to cool off.

"So we doing this or nah?"

"Huh?" The confusion on his face was priceless.

"Swimming? Or did you just asked me to get in a bikini for nothing."

He pulls off his shirt, finished his beer and walks to the pool, turns to face you, winks and does a perfect back flip.

"Oh you fancy." You get up and walk up to about 3 feet to his pool turn towards him do a cart wheel, that goes into a round off, which has you end right at the edge of his pool, then you do a backflip into the water.

"I give that a fucking ten." He says swimming up to you.

"Thank you. I'll give yours a 9.5 you lost a half point for trying to flirt with the judge."

"I should be given a whole extra point for that."

You splash him and swim away.

"Oooh now you started it." He dives down and pulls you under the water.

You poke him in the ribs and he let's go.

"Ouch!"

You swim up close to him.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to...."

He pulls you under again.

You pull him down too and start to have a contest to see who can stay under water longer. It's been 30 seconds and he is struggling. He groans and swims up.

He watches you as you flip into a handstand underwater and walk away from him, you come up 20 seconds later.

"Damn...."

"Sorry, lifeguard!"

"I normally have much better breath control." He says swimming closer to you.

"Oh really? You practice that?" You say smirking.

"Haven't needed to, come here."

You get closer and he reaches right under your eye takes the eyelash that had fallen.

"Make a wish." He says holding it up to your mouth.

You close your eyes and blow.

You open your eyes slowly and he is staring at you.

You throw caution to the wind and put your arms around his neck and he immediately put his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. He walks to the shallow end of his pool and puts you against the side of it.

"I'm fighting every urge to kiss you." He says.

"Same. You have no idea how much I want to."

"Then why aren't we kissing?" He says nuzzling and nipping your jaw.

"Because we both know it not going to just be kissing."

"Kiss me and find out." He says kissing your cheek and right under your ear.

"Why don't you kiss me?" You say running your nails down his back.

"I am kissing you." He moves down to your neck.

You turn your head so he'll kiss that spot under your jaw. He does and you practically moan out his name.

"Fuck, you sound so good moaning out my name."

"Kiss me." You moan out as he kisses that spot again.

"Where?" He runs his tongue against that spot and gently bites you.

You finally turn your head and kiss him. He somehow pulled you even closer.

You put your hands in his hair as he slides his tongue inside your mouth. You pull away a bit and just look at him.

"What? We can stop."

"Nothing, I'm just taking you in. You're really good looking. I did not think this was going to happen." You say giggling.

"You're sweet. You're so gorgeous. You didn't? That bikini doesn’t agree." He says putting his hand on your ass.

You just laugh.

"Apparently, the internet is true, 'Chris Evans, an ass man'."

"With an ass like this, most definitely." He says putting his other hand on your ass.

"You are a whole mess. But to answer your question, I had maybe hoped that I could make out with my super hot neighbor, maybe just once."

"I knew it. Well that same internet calls you 'The writer who is taking YA by storm' I also saw your photoshoot in Vanity Fair, that's why I hoped you were going to wear a bikini, but this....."He runs his thumb along the edge of your bikini bottoms. "This is better than I could imagined."

He kisses you again and you wrap your legs around his waist and you can finally feel his amazing dick against your pussy.

"Damn, I can feel how warm your pussy is, I can't wait to taste you." He says in your ear.

"You look like this and can talk dirty."

"That's nothing......."

You bring his mouth back to yours and bite his bottom lip.

He reaches up and unties your bikini top, then kisses his way down to your nipple and slowly sucks it into his mouth, between his hot mouth and the chill of the water your close to an orgasm.

"Oh my goodness. You are the absolute worst."

He moves to your left breast, while his hand slowly making its way to your pussy.

The backdoor opens....

"Chris, I called you like 8 fucking times...............well hello Erin." Scott says.

"Oh my God, Scott!" You yell.

Chris just holds you close to give you some sort of cover.

"I obviously don't have my phone on me."

"I can see your hands are very full." He says looking straight into the water.

Chris tries to re-tie your top.

"Walk her to me." Scott says squatting down.

He ties the your top for you and get off of Chris.

"Well, this is not embarrassing at all!" You say swimming away.

"I'm fine." Scott says taking off his sandals and shirt and getting in the pool.

"That was the beginning and not the ending of that, right?"

"Ask him." You say laughing.

"You good over?" Scott asks him, when you both realize that he hadn't moved.

"Yep." He quickly turn and swims straight for you.

You scream and try to swim away.

He grabs you around the waist and puts you over his shoulder, then stand up so your ass is in his face and he turns and bites your left ass cheek. Then takes you back under the water. You bite him on his back and he let's you go.

You swim away and hide behind Scott.

"Nope, don't bring that shit over here."

"You heard him. Go away Chris."

"Come here, Erin."

He says as he lunges towards you.

You were quicker and got out of the pool.

He watches you walk away.

"Erin, can I have fries with that shake?"

"You better behave."

"This is me behaving."

"You want a beer, Scott?"

"Always." You open it and had it to him.

"Do I get one?"

"Are you going to behave?"

"Probably, not."

You open his and walk it over to him.

You finally get yours.

"Watch this."

You put your beer bottle on the edge of the pool, stand to the left of it.

You do a cart wheel right over the bottle but stay on your hands and pick it up with your teeth and suck it in a little, then do a front to back slit then push off your hands and gracefully flip into the water. You come up with the beer bottle still in your mouth.

"Holy shit. That's awesome." Scott says.

Chris is just leaning against the side of the pool staring at you.

You swim up to him

"You didn't like it?" You ask feeling a bit insecure.

He grabs your hand and walks you out of the pool and straight towards his back door.

"We'll be right back. Go ahead order whatever for lunch." He says to Scott as you follow him inside.

#chris evans #chrisxwoc #one year in boston #jojolu

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halstudandruz · 4 years

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Tiny Detail

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: What happens when Jay drops a bombshell from his past

Warnings: Swearing

You had always trusted Jay even when he was working with Erin after they had broken up you still trusted him. You were never given a reason to not. He was always honest with you, open to communication, learning from the mistakes of his past relationships. Both of you were open with each other, gladly handing your phones to each other without any questioning, not having anything to hide. So, you were a bit on edge whenever you noticed Jay taking his phone in the bathroom with him during his showers which he never did, always questioning you why you wanted his phone to look something up, reminding you that you had your own even if it was the whole way in the kitchen.

Packing your lunch for the day you heard a phone buzz. It was then that you realized Jay had left his phone on the counter. After a few seconds of fighting with yourself you reached over picking it up to see the name Abby light up the screen. Setting the phone down you reminded yourself you trusted your boyfriend and he would tell you if something was up. Two days had passed and Jay was still being as secretive as before and you were getting irritated. Sitting in the break room eating your lunch when the oldest Halstead brother walked in looking through the fridge.

“Hey Will?” You asked.

“Hmm?” He mumbled grabbing a drink.

“Who’s Abby?” You asked looking at him innocently as his eyes widened dropping the drink. A few seconds passed before he cleared his throat picking the drink up from the floor.

“I don’t know. Abby who? There’s lots of Abbys in this world. Why do you ask?” He stumbled for words not so subtly.

“Just curious if you knew one in particular.” You shrugged smiling sweetly throwing your trash away and brushing past him back out into the hallway. Getting a few steps down the hall you leaned against the wall shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath to calm your rapid heart beat, not loving Will’s reaction to your question. You reminded yourself despite your swirling thoughts that Jay loved you and he wouldn’t do anything to purposely hurt you, or at least you were hoping. After another few hours your mind was officially in shambles, unable to think of anything else. So, after your shift and confirming with Kim that Intelligence wasn't busy you headed for Jay.

“Jay’s a popular guy today.” Trudy said when you appeared before her desk.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Red headed Halstead just came through here 5 minutes ago.” She explained making you laugh at the irony.

“Remind me murder is illegal, Trudy.” You shook your head, fuming as you headed towards the gate. Reaching the top of the stairs all eyes turned to you. Kevin and Adam pointed towards the break room immediately realizing your mood. “Thank you.” You smiled at them heading towards the back. Opening the door without warning you witnessed Jay and Will standing close whispering to each other, turning when they seen you walk in. Crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow you looked between the brothers.

“You’re on your own.” Will clapped Jay’s back avoiding your hard glare as he snuck past you.

“Okay, I can explain-” He started before you cut him off.

“First of all, remind me to never go to your brother for anything again. Secondly, if you’re going to cheat on me could you be a little more subtle about it. I was waiting for you to say something, but since you haven't, I guess I’m going to have to ask. Who’s Abby, Jay?” You got the question off of your chest.

“I’m not cheating on you.” He answered, matter of factly.

“Then who is she?” You repeated yourself.

“[Y/N], just hear me out..” He begged.

“Just answer the damn question, Jay!” You yelled probably loud enough those in the bullpen could hear despite the door being closed. Sighing heavily he finally answered,

“She’s my ex-wife...or wife I guess? I don’t know I’m taking care of it.”

“You’re fucking joking right now.” You laughed.

“I know I-” He tried, but you shook your head backing up towards the door.

“I can’t believe you. You’re MARRIED and you didn’t think that was something I should know?” You said.

“I thought it was done, I thought the papers went through, but she-” He tried to explain, but you laughed tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“Jay, I can’t- I don’t even-” You searched for the right words, but couldn’t find them shaking your head in disbelief instead and walking out the door. Ignoring the curious eyes on you as you walked to your car. The fact that Jay kept this from you hurt. How could you not know that your boyfriend of 2 years used to be married, or...still is married according to him. Your head was spinning as you started off towards your apartment. Calling Kim once she had told you she was on her way home, spilling it all to her.

“Married? Are you sure?” She asked shock in her voice.

“No Kim, I didn’t just have a conversation with him about it or anything.” You answered sarcastically.

“Well..what are you gonna do?” She replied.

“I...don’t know.” You sighed heavily on the line. “I love him, but how could he keep something like this from me. I thought we told each other everything. I know he has a hard time talking about his past, but this seems like kinda a big secret to keep.” You explained.

“Good thing I know what we’re doing tonight!” She exclaimed.

“Kim, no. We both have work in the morning.” You groaned not appreciating her idea.

“We don’t have to get drunk [Y/N] geez.” You could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Be over in 20! Love you!” She hurried out.

“Kim! No!” She tried, but the line was dead. Throwing your head back with a loud protest you headed for the shower knowing you were getting dragged out no matter how much you didn’t want to.

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Walking into Molly’s you were seated in the back corner with your friends. Having ignored plenty of texts and calls from Jay in the last hour. You watched Will walk in grabbing a beer and coming over to you apologetic look on his face.

“[Y/N]-“ He started, but you glared at him.

“You’re a traitor.” You crossed your arms against your chest.

“He’s my brother! I just wanted to warn him. It wasn’t my secret to tell.” He explained, which made sense. Sighing heavily with the weight of having to admit Will Halstead was right.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just a lot to take in. Could’ve at least gave me a heads up though.” You smiled at him slightly.

“I’ll remember that for next time he fucks up.” He replied clinking your glass.

“Yeah...I don’t know if there will be a next time Will, at least with me.” You admitted taking a drink.

“What? What do you mean?” He panicked for his brother looking at all those seated around your table.

“It’s just..a really big thing to not cover. He’s married Will, and not to me that is.” You shrugged.

“You’re really willing to throw what you have away because of a tiny detail-“ He started as you looked at him like he was crazy.

“Tiny detail!? Are you crazy. He-“ You started, but out of the corner of your eye you spotted your boyfriend..ex-boyfriend? Jay. You spotted Jay. Walking in but he wasn’t alone. “Who’s that bitch.” You scowled jealousy immediately boiling in you as you looked at the tan, gorgeous, brunette by Jay’s side.

“Down girl.” Kevin chuckled beside you, practically seeing the steam coming out of your ears.

“That..is Abby.” Will answered for you.

“Uh uh. Nope.” You shook your head slipping out of your seat heading towards them despite your friends protests. You weren’t drunk, but with the amount of anger coursing through your veins your conscience may have been a little far off. Sneaking up behind Jay you slid in next to him, hand resting on his thigh, interrupting their conversation. Turning to face you shock clouded his face,

“[Y/N]! What are you doing here?”

“Kim invited me out for drink. You know after the day I had. How kind right?” You faked nice and you were sure Jay was on edge with how this was going to play out. “Who’s your friend?” You smiled sweetly looking over at the girl who was staring you down curiously. Even more gorgeous up close making your heart sink even lower if that was possible. Clearing his throat you could feel his knee bouncing from nerves.

“This is Abby. Abby this is [Y/N].” He introduced not making eye contact with either of you. Extending your hand you shook hers gently, smile still on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You greeted. “Sorry to interrupt I just had something to give Jay here.” Your smile faltered a little, heart literally breaking, you were pretty sure, as you slide his apartment key into his hand. His eyes met yours once he realized what he was holding, panic surrounding the emerald irises. Bidding goodbye before you turned around you surpassed your table going straight to the bathroom.

Head leaned against the wall you counted your breaths trying to calm your racing heart, and fight against the bile threatening to come up your throat. You heard the door open, opening your eyes to see Kim and Hailey standing in front of you. It was then that the tears spilled out both of them pulling you into a hug. After a couple minutes of silence you sniffled wiping the tears away laughing a little. They both looked at you like you were deranged.

“I’m sorry. My emotions are so fucked.” You admitted head falling into your hands.

“[Y/N], are you sure this is what you want?” Hailey asked.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I’m just so mad! I know I’m acting irrational, but ugh!” You started to pace.

“I know it’s a big secret to keep, but he wasn’t trying to hurt you. You know? It wasn’t like he knew he was still married.” Hailey tried to reason as you were interrupted with a knock on the door.

“Babe? Can I talk to you?” Adam’s voice muffled against the door. Giving you both confusing looks Kim walked out to meet Adam. You could hear them whispering but couldn’t make out the words until Kim came walking back in.

“Okay. Jay wants to talk to you.” She explained. Staring at her blankly you stayed still. “It’s up to you.” She continued.

“Where at? I’m sure as hell not having this conversation in a bathroom.” You crossed your arms.

“Hermann said you could talk in the back room? He has a soft spot for you two or something.” She shrugged. Closing your eyes tight you ran a hand down your face before nodding and walking to the back room.

When you entered Jay was pacing in the small space, his head immediately popping up when he seen you.

“Baby! Okay I know you’re mad, but just please hear me out.” He begged voice croaking a little making you waver as you nodded your head. Sighing with relief he took a deep breath before starting. “We got married in Vegas and it lasted like 24 hours. We were just both really fucked up at the time and we found comfort in each other and just did something really stupid. I’m sorry I never told you I just thought the papers had went through and it was done and over.” He rushed out.

“So you’re only telling me now cause you got caught, you weren’t ever planning on telling me?” You asked eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. She’s a great person. She deserves the world, but I’m not going to give that to her. I want to give that to you, [Y/N].” He swallowed hard. You looked him up and down taking in the tears glistening his eyes sighing before giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. He relaxed instantly at your touch burying his face in your hair. “You know what we went through I wouldn’t take back because maybe then I wouldn’t have ended up here with you and I would never risk that. I love you so much.” He kisses your head hugging you tighter into him.

“Got any other secrets? Maybe a child out there somewhere?” You joked making him groan a “no” into your hair. “You have some making up to do. I’m not just letting this go.” You reminded him still pissed.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked backing you up slowly so your back was flush against the door his body trapping you against it before grabbing your jaw tightly in his hand lifting your face up so he could capture your lips with his.

“Hermann said we could TALK, Jay.” You giggled against his lips as his hands slid under your shirt to rest on your hips.

“Yeah, and we did, but now. We’re. Doing. This.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to your neck, and you were 10000% sure you were going to go through with it if you hadn’t spotted the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

“Jay-“ you croaked as he bit down on your collarbone lifting your hands above your head, “camera.” You explained enjoying his movements way too much. Huffing against your skin he turned to see the camera facing your way.

“Fuck. Guess I’ll have to wait till we get home.” He kissed your lips hard before backing away to open the door gesturing you out first.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #jayhalsteadxreader #one chicago

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funesgoal · 4 years

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Undercover | Will Halstead (part 2)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Ruzek!reader

Word count: 1,777

Summary: Y/N is Adam Ruzek's sister but she is also very good at being undercover. Her aptitudes are very good for a cop, except she isn't one. One night she chooses the erroneous target and everything starts to go wrong.

Warnings: none.

Part 1

The Chicago police intelligence unit used to catch every criminal that it set out to catch. The other officers thought it was easy, but they never saw the work before the arrest. Searching for information, gathering facts, talking to informants. None of the superiors took into consideration their hard work, which was not done alone. Each and every one of the detectives in charge of Sergeant Voight put in their greatest effort to make the teamwork pay off.

But on this particular day, Detective Jay Halstead could not concentrate. His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket, and that was something everyone had noticed.

"Halstead, are you with us?" Voight's gaze settled on him.

"Of course, sergeant."

"Well, tell that to your cell phone."

The boy's face turned red instantly because of the embarrassment he felt about being exposed by the boss, in front of all his buddies. He took out his smartphone and hid it under his desk, ready to kill the one who kept calling.

He was surprised to see that it was his brother Will.

«Stop bothering» He wrote the text as fast as he could and sent it. He immediately got a response.

«We need to talk. NOW. »

Millions of ideas crossed his mind about what might be happening and none of them was good. It could be his father. Will wouldn't bother him if it wasn't something important. He knew very well that he was at his workplace.

His thoughts must have been transferred to his face because when he raised his head, everyone, in the room was looking at him.

"Jay, do you need to go outside?" This time Voight wasn't being ironic, he was being supportive. The ex-soldier nodded to go somewhere away from the rest. "Thank you, sergeant" he said.

Once alone, he started calling.

"Will" his voice came out like a sigh as soon as his brother answered the call, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I don't know" he answered. Jay didn't know how to interpret his tone of voice. "I'm so angry, how could I be so stupid!"

"Wait, wait" he tried to calm him down. "What are you talking about?"

The man on the other end of the line kept yelling things the detective couldn't understand. He asked him to calm down, one more time. "I have to tell you everything."

"It's all right."

"I've been robbed" there was a deep silence on the call. "Not on the street, not in the hospital. In my house. By a girl I met in a club."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I really can't believe you called me to talk about this. Report the lost property and get over it. It'll give you experience."

"You don't get it. It wasn't just a robbery. It was all planned, Jay. She injected me with some kind of substance to put me to sleep. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. She's turned the whole department upside down."

The detective didn't even let him finish. "It's okay. We're working on a case now but when you finish your shift at the hospital come down to the station so we can try to reconstruct his face and get an arrest warrant. Are you happy with that?"

"I don't know" Will finished the call and of course he wasn't happy with his brother's response. Meanwhile, he went back to Voight and the rest of the team.

Erin Lindsey was standing in front of the board. The images that were on it had been taped there a few minutes ago. "Julio Mamani. He belongs to the Latin Gods. We've seen him and his people before, but they had always gone unnoticed. They've cooperated with the police a few times." She said, pointing to the man in the first photo.

She stepped forward and pointed to the next photo. "Andrés Rivera. He has worked with the Latin Gods, but he separated from them in 2016. Our informants say Mamani and Rivera had fought and Mamani forced him out of Chicago. But one of Antonio's informants claims she's seen him come back."

"Do you trust her, Antonio?" Hank asked the dark-haired detective.

He nodded. "She's never lied to me. Her information has always been true."

"The question is, why is Rivera back right now?" continued Erin, trying to develop the information as clearly as possible. "If he left almost without a fight before, what's so important that he came back to face Mamani?"

Adam Ruzek stepped forward so that he could ask. "And why do we think Rivera came back for Mamani? I mean, maybe he forgot something the last time he was in Chicago."

"We know from this" She pointed to a picture with very low quality. The first thing you saw at first glance was the pixels. You could see that it was a cargo truck. The second thing you could see was the kilos of cocaine that the members of Latin Gods were taking out of the truck. "This image was obtained by Mouse from the security camera of a nearby pharmacy. All this cocaine, we could count at least 20 kilos, belonged to Rivera. He's been smuggling it into Chicago's Mamani areas for at least three years."

"We think Rivera's back to take down Mamani" Antonio stood up and joined Erin. "We're not sure, as I said, it's a theory."

Olinsky, from his hidden desk, made an important point. "And if Rivera ends up with Mamani, a gang fight will break out."

"Exactly" Erin finished. "And we can't let that happen."

Hank Voight nodded. He stood up, ready to give the orders.

"Halstead and Lindsay, find out everything you can about Rivera. I want to know every step he's taken in the last four years" the sergeant pointed them out. Then he turned to Ruzek and Atwater. "You two concentrate on Mamani. Find out about the places he usually hangs out. If Rivera goes looking for him, he'll probably do the same. Al, come with me."

Sergeant Platt appeared in the room accompanied by a red-haired man. He was wearing medical clothing and his face was unsettled.

"Halstead, your brother is here," said the woman, then she turned and walked out.

"Yes, thank you, sergeant."

Will Halstead joined his brother. He welcomed him with a smile, mocking him. "So... How are you?"

"Stop mocking me, Jay. I'm telling you, I'm serious. "

They weren't alone in the room. Erin Lindsey and Kevin Atwater were with the brothers. They both said hello, curious to know what was going on. It was the woman who asked first. Jay went ahead and answered.

"My brother had a problem with a girl."

"It wasn't my problem!"

"Atwater, how many girls you meet in bars do you take home?"

He didn't want to answer, but he didn't have time because Will beat him to it.

"I met this girl at a club, we had a couple of drinks and went to my apartment. I woke up today with the whole place a mess and no credit cards. I took a blood test" he pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. "She injected me with midazolam."

"That's what you get for wanting to take every woman you see to the bed" he went back to bother him. "Kevin, could you help us make a portrait of her?"

Atwater nodded and got on with it. Erin took her notebook. "Tell us everything you remember about her."

"She was blonde, long hair, brown eyes. She must have been in her twenties, twenty-two. She was British. She said she arrived in Chicago just yesterday."

The woman was writing while the man was drawing on the tablet. Jay looked at him to ask him a question. "Did she tell you her name? Anything about where she was staying?"

Will snorted. He put his hands to his head, slowly denying. "She told me to call her «Agatha Christie» "

Then Jay and Kevin broke up in a fit of laughter. So much that Atwater had to put the tablet down to keep it from slipping out of his hands. Lindsey didn't copy them, though. "Come on, Erin. Don't pretend you're not amused."

"I am not really," she said, rereading her notes over and over again. "She just got to Chicago and the first thing she does is go to a club and make out with a guy?"

"That may not be your type, Erin, but hers is."

The woman bit her lower lip. She shook her head. "No, all of this is odd to me."

Atwater got in the way. "What do you think? Looked like her?" He showed him what the picture looked like. Will pointed out a couple of details and after the corrections, the man was sure of the picture.

"Yes, it looks like her" he suddenly seemed to remember something. He put his hand in one pocket and tried to find something, but without success, and then he went back to the other one.

Ruzek entered the room. He had a folder full of papers and looked ecstatic. "Hey, you won't believe what Mouse and I... Oh, hi, Will!" He walked over to the others and handed out different papers to the three detectives. "Well, what Mouse and I discovered. Every Friday night Mamani and a good number of the Latin Gods go to the West Meigs Casino. Apparently, they frequent certain prostitutes, one of whom is an informant for Antonio, which would serve as a starting point for us to go undercover."

"Great job, Ruzek" Kevin congratulated him.

"Wait, I haven't said the hard part yet. Mamani will be in a special room at the casino. The police could ask for a warrant, but, obviously, the Latin Gods wouldn't go if we did that. So, Mouse is trying to get away in and-What... How...Where did you get that, Will?"

Ruzek pointed to his right hand. The surgeon raised it in the air, showing what was in it.

"The girl left it at my house. She probably dropped it while she was putting away the money she stole from me."

"What are you talking about?" He said, but then he left his question behind. "You know what, never mind. That's a ticket to Room 11! Where Mamani will be!" the excitement was in the man's voice. "I have no idea how you got it, but now we just have to make enough copies. I'll go tell Mouse to do it. You're a genius, Will!"

Erin took one look at Jay. "You still think she had nothing to do with it?"

#chicago fanfic #chicago pd #chicago med #chicago fire #chicago #one chicago #adam ruzek x sister #adam ruzek #will halstead x you #will halstead imagine #will halstead x ruzek! reader #will halstead x reader #will halstead #jay halstead #reader #you #ruzek!reader #ruzek #halstead brothers

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emeto-things · 3 years

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Hi please if it's not too much trouble, please could you respond quickly I just need some reassurance, I was hungry a while ago and having a tough day so my boyfriend said he would make my favorite which is his pasta but it was gonna be a while because he was really busy, a few hours pass and I slowly stop feeling hungry and just start feeling anxious, I'm sure the anxiety covered up the hunger but it's just that what if y'know, anyways I was super excited for it so when I heard him start cooking it I went to help instantly and my anci ty started getting super bad like I felt like waves rushing through me and I get super g*ggy when I'm really anxious and I could feel my throat wanting to (something I hate because g*gging really triggers me) but I pushed through, got my food and sat down in bed (I eat here all the time so I know what it feels like when I eat hunched up or laying down slightly so I know it's nothing to do with that) I was like halfway through when I had this huge wave of anxiety wash over me and I started having a panic attack and I kept feeling like it was that exact moment right before you v* and I felt super super full even though I had barely touchedy dinner so I put it down for 20 minutes and didy usual calm routine and felt better so I continued my food and suddenly it all came back, suddenly feeling full, the wash, the v* feeling but I didn't feel n* just anxious. I'm so scared I'll v* but I'm also fairly certain I won't it's just the anxiety and this is long and I'm sorry I'm rambling I'm just panicking and feel like everything's going so fast and I have to get my thoughts out fast, I'm sorry

Don’t apologize!!! Sometimes it helps to just get it all out of your own head, you can always ramble! This is 110% anxiety and happens to me sometimes, too. When I was reading it I was like “ohhhh yeah, I know exactly what’s happening” because I get it too. Anxiety is so overwhelming and it can be so much more powerful than we even realize sometimes. I know you’re scared, but it’s just your anxiety and you are OK. -Erin

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riverdaledreaming · 4 years

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Tag Game

Tagged by @moons2stars 😘

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? Light blue with black bristles

2. name a food you never eat: Uhhh maybe tofu? I’ve had it a few times but not my fave

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Always too cold omg

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Chatting with my future roommate at a café

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? KitKats

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yeet, my dad had season tickets to the Blazers basketball team when I was a kid

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Bonne Journée” (That’s good day in French)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? Phish Food if Ben and Jerrys, cookie dough if anything else

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Grand creme latté

10. do you like your wallet? I do indeed it’s got RFID blockers and soo many lil pockets

11. what is the last thing you ate? A lil biscuit with my latte

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? Probably part of an NFL game while my dad was watching it on TV last week

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? This theatre in my hometown makes it with rosemary and it’s soo good

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? Text specifically? Probably my teacher contact in France. But message in general my mama

16. ever been camping? Yeah! Love it. Been a minute though

17. do you take vitamins? No but I prob should lol

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? Nope

19. do you have a tan? There is a semi-permanent tanline in the shape of my Chaco sandals on each of my feet so compared to that yes but generally not really

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? Pizzaaaa

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? When I have my metal one on me

22. what color socks do you usually wear? I like multi-colored or patterned ones, currently my socks have arrows on them

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? Ooooops yes often

24. what terrifies you? Pain and being hurt or sick

25. look to your left, what do you see? My finished knit sock :)

26. what chore do you hate most? Not sure, maybe cleaning toilets

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? I think of my old friend from there and wonder what he’s up to

28. what’s your favorite soda? Dr. Pepper

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Depends on how busy the drive thru is but generally would just hit the drive thru

30. what’s your favorite number? 13? Idk I like 3′s

31. who’s the last person you talked to? My future roommate here in France

32. favorite meat? Pork

33. last song you listened to? Golden by Harry Styles ayoo

34. last book you read? ”The Starless Sea” by Erin Morgenstern

35. favorite day of the week? I guess Fridays

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Haven’t tried in a min but at one point yeah

37. how do you like your coffee? Sweet or with milk/cream

38. favorite pair of shoes? My green Rifle Paper Co rainboots 😍

39. time you normally get up? Omg lately like 9am but it really varies

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? Currently just the one but I would prefer more

42. describe your kitchen plates? Well in my current Airbnb they are Ikea and like robin’s egg blue

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: Airbnb kitchen again, it is small and clean but lacking in some necessities like spatulas

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? My go-to cocktail would be a Tequila Sunrise but I always check for signature cocktails at new bars, I also really love ciders

45. do you play cards? Not more than normal? Like it is not an activity I seek out but not one I avoid either

46. what color is your car? Aww my sweet electric blue Hyundai, how I miss her already 😭

47. can you change a tire? Nope

48. your favorite state or province? I meeean I love my homestate of Oregon but really enjoyed Louisiana when I visited

Tagging my girls @kagszzy @crashhale and @cherryliqueurkinks if they are interested but no pressure 😘

#tag game #long post #personal #this was a diverse list #also mitchell if you see this you are the aussie and i hope you're good

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need-a-new-hobby · 4 years

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Scared to Death Pt 1

Lao Tzu - He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still.

Part Two here | Part 3 here

Piper sat cross-legged in her chair, turning her badge between her hands, staring at her Converse shoes. She kept replaying the events of the last few days, analysing them to a tee. What had gone wrong? Their team had messed up. Instead of catching the killer as planned, their last case had ended in a tragic double homicide-suicide. A young student shot her crush on a security guard just before shooting herself. She wouldn't blame Gideon, not after everything he'd been through. Why didn't you question him? Why didn't you analyse the risks? In truth, she'd missed it. She missed him. He could be frosty and stubborn as a mule, but she wouldn't have this job without him. She wouldn't have had this family without him. And then he just left. Left the team. Left her. Left Spencer. She glanced at the other doctor, Gideon's scrawled handwriting in his hands. For as long as she knew them, Gideon was a father figure to Reid. Playing chess together. Walking through a profile together. She never knew the allure of a father figure, but Gideon was the first to recognise Spence. The first to see him as more than a genius. She was broken out of these thoughts by Garcia announcing something to the squad, carrying Gideon's belongings.

"He left everything, except the photographs."

"He always said those were like his family." Spencer muttered as Derek shared a look with Emily.

"What should we do with all of this?" Garcia walked down to join them, plopping the box on Piper's desk. Piper bit back a retort to Penelope, her eye caught on something in the box. She reached into the box to pull out the copy of Thomas Moore's poetry collection. Inside she reread the neat inscription she'd written. “It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.” Her eyes stung with tears and she blinked them away as she stowed the little book into her go-bag. She met Derek's piercing gaze but quickly flitted her eyes away to see Erin Strauss striding towards Hotch's office. Without saying a word, Piper pushed herself off the chair and into the conference room.

4 victims in Oregon, 2 male and 2 female. 7 agents in the BAU, 4 female, 3 male. Hotch took over JJ’s briefing. “I know that we've all been wondering what this was all about. And, uh... You know I've know Jason for many years, and I can tell you I have no idea. But it doesn't even matter. What matters is we're here, and we're gonna continue.” Except it did matter to them. Piper didn’t have to glance at Spencer to feel his heartbreak nor see his devastation. Piper didn’t have to know Jason for very long to know that he poured his heart into every case or that he blamed himself for ever case gone south or that the death of Sarah Jacobs was killing him softly. “Portland field office uncovered a mass grave with 3 bodies, killed 6 months ago. Nearby they found another body. Causes of death range from burning alive to asphyxiation. No sexual assault.” Morgan took a sip of his coffee and Bishop twirled a spoon through her cup of tea.

“Well, the torture's clearly sadistic.”

“The lack of sexual preferences could make it hard to tell if the unsub is male or female.”

“Typically, female serial killers stick to the same M. O. It looks like this guy's all over the place. “

“Forensic countermeasure?” Piper suggested, going through her file. “Could be a form of paranoia, like we’ll find them at any moment. Or the cause of death is specific to each victim.”

“Suffocation is deeply personal but immolation is aggressive and impersonal.” Reid announced to the woman opposite him. “Both forms of sadism.”

“Immolation was actually the preferred procedure of purification and the ultimate ritual sacrifice.” Piper’s eyes lit up while she talked about murder in the Middle Ages, as you do. “In medieval times, immolation was to romanticised go-to method for killing witches and is still the favoured symbol of hell and sinners. Maybe the unsub felt like they deserved it or that they were sinners?”

“Most recent victim is Jenny Whitman. Asphyxiated. Discovered yesterday.”

“How long was she missing?”

“She was never reported missing.” Piper looked up at Hotch.

“What about the others?”

“One.”

“Out of 4?”

“Rick Holland was reported missing 9 months ago, but the search was called off. Family discovered his car at the train station. But more importantly, they received emails from him saying that he needed time to figure things out.”

“And they believed that?” Morgan leaned back in his chair.

“He was in his late 20s. At that age, most adults start questioning their life choices, where they want their future to lead. Especially men who do social work. It was a feasible conclusion.” Piper wrung her hands through her hair. “His house was left unlocked too. Jesus,” she exhorted.

“Can’t save us now,” Reid whispered with a smirk at Piper. She returned a small smile.

“Reaching out could be a sign of remorse,” Morgan remarked, ignoring the exchange in front of him.

“Psychopaths don't apologize for their behavior. This guy's covering his tracks. Wheels up in 30.”

^-^

Spencer got up from his seat next to Piper to grab another cup of coffee. Piper raised an eyebrow before turning to Hotch. “What number cup is that?”

“His fifth?”

“Seventh.” Morgan chimed in. “He had one after the briefing, one on the ride.”

“Should we have an intervention?” Emily joked. They had been going over Portland PD’s findings, which were limited at best. One female and 2 male victims found buried together in the same grave. All 25 to 30. All had been dead for 6 months with 3 different MOs. Reid and Bishop were debating over whether the kills could be personal or need-based. It wasn’t very effective.

“Gary Taylor, the phantom sniper, was all over the map, just like this guy. He changed his M.O. as his need to control the situation changed,” Reid put forward.

“Except Gary Taylor was a hebephile who specifically targeted women and went from incapacitating them with a hammer to shooting them as he evolved.” Piper rebutted from her seat. “There’s no evolution here.”

“Okay, but what about the robbing and stabbing?”

“Granted, but his need to control the situation changed whenever his sexual urges overcame him because he did not plan the offences. These are deliberate and thought-out.” Reid huffed, pulling out his copy of A Comedy of Errors. Emily smiled and held out her fist. Piper bumped it, smiling widely. A small beep rang out next to Piper, a whisper leaking out of the computer.

“Hey. You.” Reid slowly raised his head, twisting it towards the window. “Uh...down here.”

“Right. I knew that.” Spencer moved to take a seat next to Piper, facing Garcia on the little screen.

“Good thing you're handsome, doctor.” Piper and Derek smirked. “Attention my fine furry peaches -- this killer continues to stoop to an all-time low of lows by posing as his victims. He's also manipulated 2 of the families into thinking that everything was ok, even after they were reported missing. One of the fake e-mails was from their daughter. She said she met this guy and was taking him to her favorite place, australia, for a couple of weeks. Family contacted the australian authorities after too much time had passed. This guy sure knows a lot of personal information about his victims.When I find more pieces of the puzzle, you'll know. Garcia out.”

“Let's go over the details one more time just to make sure we haven't missing anything.”

^-^

Bishop filed into the crowded police station with the weary agents where JJ would introduce them to the lead detective on the case, only for her to leave with the boys to Jenny’s apartment. She physically groaned when Reid and Morgan lined up in the 2 max elevator, Hotch forcing her up the steps, promising her Jack stories. Hotch heard a faint ringing on the 300th step from the elevator while they were swapping Halloween stories. “So my brother wouldn’t be anything other than a Cyberman- Something up Hotch?”

“You hear that?”

“It’s probably nothing.”

“So Lucy and I spent about a month’s pocket money on silver paint and buttons and I swear the house almost became silver-”

About a few minutes ago, Spencer and Derek felt guilty about leaving an exhausted Piper with Aaron, but the doors had already closed. Derek leant silently on the side of the elevator while Spencer mentally reread the letter Gideon had left him when the elevator stopped. Spencer frowned, looking around the elevator, Derek jamming the buttons on the wall. “Don't do that.”

“Why isn't it moving?“

“I don't know. Don't--stop it! Don't...”

“What? What's the problem?” Morgan glanced quizzically at his colleague.

“Don't do that!” Reid’s voice went a tone higher.

“Why not?”

“Because there are 6 elevator related deaths per year, not to mention 10,000 injuries that require hospitalization. Chill out.” At this point, Reid was glued to the back wall, clinging for dear life in the rickety old elevator.

“That sounds like pretty good odds to me.” Morgan chuckled. “Are you scared, Reid?”

“I'm not scared. I don’t want to be in an elevator with you, to be honest.”

“How about I push that? What if I push--”

“Hit the..hit the.. yeah.” Reid shakily pointed at the emergency button poking out of the wall. “Push it!”

“Push, pull, push, pull. I'm doing it. Nothing's happening.” Morgan yelled, exasperated. Reid started flapping his right hand in the direction of the elevator doors.

“Pry--pry-- pry the door open.”

“It’s stuck, man.” Morgan tried to wrest the door open to no avail. The elevator dropped a foot lower before halting again. He jumped to the wall for support. “No, no, no, no. Not today. No, not today.” Spencer’s voice jumped an octave higher as he called for “Hotch!” They finally burst out of the tiny elevator and Spencer collided into Piper.

“You okay?”

“I’ll get back to you on that.” Piper laughed her musical laugh as they headed into Jenny’s apartment.

“I’m gonna be honest, this looks exactly like your apartment, Pipes.”

“Very funny, Morgan. At least I don’t leave takeout boxes everywhere.” Piper checked the answer machine. Nothing. “Pretty sure I saw one in your sink.”

“The place has a lived-in feel to it.” Spencer scoffed. Piper got up from her crouch next to the TV to look at Reid.

“Morgan!” She yelled out to the other agent. “Spencer’s broken!” Derek popped his head out of the bathroom, eyebrow raised at Piper. “He just made a joke.”

“I can make jokes,” Spencer pouted. Piper just smiled before following Morgan as he beckoned them.

“There's bath products all around the tub, but she never turned the shower on.” He pulled the curtain aside to reveal the boxes Jenny kept in storage.

“Guys, this may sound a little...I dunno...but I had this patient once. He had this severe claustrophobia. He’d have anxiety attacks just getting into the shower. We changed his entire lifestyle to suit it.” Piper pointed to the tub. She glanced at the landlord standing glumly outside. “Sorry, sir, did Jenny ever use the elevator?”

“Come to think of it, nah. It was kinda weird.”

“It could just be ‘cause the elevator is a piece of sh-”

“I think we need to look at this from another angle.” Piper remarked, interrupting Morgan, lost in thought.

^-^

The others gathered around the board to discuss the newest murder as Piper scribbled frantically on the board. “Fire, hanging, asphyxiation. Now we've got a drowning."

“Maybe we should go over our profile again,” JJ suggested.

“The unsub is a male sadist in his 40s, craves control coming from a place of weakness, trying to demonstrate strength, likely abused in his childhood. He has been very meticulous at every stage, from how he chooses his victims, to their torture, and their burial. The victims appear to be non-specific, other than being new to Portland, and all they seem to share is a tortuous death. The tortures lack a sexual component and, as a result, it is believed that it is not about exerting power but overcompensating for a lack of it. The lack of sexual assault could be as simple as suggesting impotence, something that the unsub is trying to hide. He feels powerless in his everyday life, so he would most likely crave stability and security. Most likely married, possibly adopting a child to keep up appearances if he is impotent. The victims willingly put themselves in the situations that killed them, meaning the unsub is probably a figure of authority or someone easily trusted.”

“Hold up.” Piper moved towards the board. “Fire. Hanging. Asphyxiation. Drowning. Where’s that marker?” Slowly, she scribbled under each photo and C.O.D. Pyrophobia. Helterphobia. Claustrophobia. Aquaphobia.

“They all have phobias,” Reid pointed out.

“Phobias are an integral feature of anxiety disorders,” Piper explained to JJ and Hotch. “They share features of excessive fear and anxiety and related behavioural disturbances. Specifically, fear is the emotional response to real or perceived imminent threat, whereas anxiety is anticipation of future threat. It's right out of the diagnostics and statistical manual.”

“So like irrational fears?”

“Yeah, exactly. Except phobias can be very specific. The DSMV lists 5 subtypes of phobias; animal, natural environment, blood injection injury, situational, and other situations. The most common way to solve these specific phobias is...”

“What?”

“Exposure therapy. These people are being killed by their fears.”

Part two coming up...

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shuheather · 4 years

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50 questions

tagged by: @azfool ty these are fun !!

1. What is the color of your hair brush? I use a thick toothed comb these days and it is black

2. Name a food you never eat? Beef

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Lately I’ve been too cold like every day but my heat tolerance is miserable

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Probably checking my work slack

5. Whats your favorite candy bar? Twix all the way bb

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes, mostly baseball (at least Cubs, Indians, Orioles, and Red Sox but maybe more), I’ve been to some indoor football games if that counts? Also do you consider yoyoing a professional sport because I’ve been to a million yoyo competitions because of my brother

7. What was the last thing you said out loud? Something in response to one of my brothers about a video game probably

8. What is your favorite ice cream? Chocolate Chip Cheesecake from J. P. Licks (if they ever bring it back I WILL go great lengths to get some) but of the attainable variety honestly anything that has a good amount of chocolate, no fruit, and no nuts

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water from my water bottle

10. Do you like your wallet? Honestly not really I never use it, I just keep one of those pockets on the back of my phone for the three cards I need most at any given moment

11. What was the last thing you ate? I had a bowl of Frosted Flakes for breakfast

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? No but the weekend before I thrifted a flannel that I am very excited about

13. What was the last sporting event you watched? Stanley cup final

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? I could eat any sort of lightly salted popcorn for years on end but buttered is good too as long as it’s not too much. Movie theater popcorn makes my stomach upset though so no more of that

15. Who was the last person you sent a text to? Olivia

16. Ever go camping? Yes but not since I was a child

17. Do you take your vitamins? I don’t buy them on my own but when my mom tries to get me to eat gummy vitamins I say no

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? Whenever I’m outside I stop to look up at the treetops and the clouds a lot does that count

In all seriousness no my parents never cared about religion much so it’s not something I’ve ever been into

19. Do you have a tan? My Chaco tan from this summer is still going pretty strong but it is fading

20. Do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Chinese 100%

21. Do you drink soda through a straw? I don’t drink soda so undefined

22. What color socks do you usually wear? I always wear funny patterned socks that either I buy or other people buy for me. Common themes include cats, space, and food

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Honestly yes but I try not to do more than 10 mph over

24. What terrifies you? The future of my country, that everyone I interact with secretly hates me, suffocation (but especially drowning)

25. Look to the left, what do you see? Phone, water bottle, pencil holder I sculpted in high school containing pens and honey sticks, my wall of art/letters/quotes/etc that makes me happy

26. What chore do you hate doing the most? Doing the dishes is hard sometimes

27. What do you think when you hear an Australian accent? I’m bad at separating out Australian accents from English/NZ/etc accents tbh so usually I’m just like ??? trying to figure out where they’re from

28. What’s your favorite soda? I don’t drink soda so undefined

29. Do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru? So I don’t eat a ton of fast food these days because their vegetarian options are often few or nonexistent however if I go to Taco Bell I always go in or order online because I do so many modifications that I would be embarassed to dictate it to a person and I would rather just input it on an order screen. Otherwise if I have my order together I’ll drive through as long as the line isn’t significantly longer than the line inside

30. What is your favorite number? I know it’s basic of me to pick my birthday number but 24 probably

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? like, out loud? My youngest brother

32. Favorite cut of beef? I don’t eat beef so undefined

33. Last song you listened too? I listen to music while I work a lot but it’s never music that I know because then my brain latches onto it, so I’m currently listening to Lucky Sue by Men I Trust on my discover weekly but the last song I knew was Just the Two of Us by Grover Washington and Bill Withers

34. Last book you read? I am currently in the middle of The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern and it is wonderful so far would recommend

35. Favorite day of the week? Saturday because I work 9-5 so it is the only day I am truly free rn

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I just tried and my brain went “zyxcvbnm” so no

37. How do you like your coffee? I don’t drink coffee so undefined but as a loophole I will say cookies with coffee in them are REALLY good

38. Favorite pair of shoes? In the summer my chacos, right now my feiyues, in the winter my docs

39. Time you normally get up? I am currently working hard to maintain a sleep schedule so my alarm goes off at 9 but left unsupervised I will wake up any time between 9 and noon

40. Do you prefer sunrise or sunset? If I am seeing the sunrise it usually took some level of sleep deprivation to get there which is usually not good for me in any respect so sunset

41. Describe your kitchen plates? I’m living at home rn so we have a variety which includes my plastic Barbie plate which I think is actually older than me but also these plates that were supposed to be fancy dishware and my mom was like “if we don’t just use these they will sit in a box forever” so now they are our normal dishes

42. How many blankets on your bed? I sleep with a sheet (look I also used to be anti sheet but sleeping in a place with no AC changed me okay) and a comforter. In the winter I might add another blanket but I get warm when I sleep so extra blankets are usually not necessary

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment? There is such thing as having too many spice mixes

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I do not drink so no

45. Do you play cards? I used to a lot when I was a kid but now I mostly just play solitaire on my phone

46. What color is your car? I don’t have a car of my own but the car I share with my brother is maroon

47. Can you change a tire? I might need to follow instructions but with instructions I believe I could

48. Favorite state? I don’t think I have a favorite state but if we were doing some sort of mathematical analysis a large amount of my favorite places are currently in Massachusetts

49. Favorite job you’ve ever had? I think probably my current one which is Database/IT stuff for a racial equity nonprofit

50. Tagging: @alnasak because it’s just like the good old days

#me

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twinklecheeks · 5 years

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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 2

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.

Warnings! pregnancy, abortion? mentions of sex.

Part 1

Word Count: 2.4k

Y/n doesn’t know what to do. A million scenarios were going on in your head. “What if I tell him and he doesn’t want it? What if I never tell him and I get an abortion? I mean my body, my choice, right? What if I leave youtube, pull off a Kylie Jenner and reveal it to the world when it’s born? What if I put it up for adoption? Would I choose a closed adoption or an open adoption?” As all these scenarios are running through your head, the doctor asks if you want pictures. “Ummm yeah sure.” This just feels like a nightmare to y/n. The doctor is ready to discharge you and you take an uber home. You feel a buzz in your pocket and it was a text from David. “Hey you should come over and film tonight. We’re messing around with helium and stuff that messes with your voice.” You were about to say yes until you remembered that you were with child. Helium is probably not the best for pregnancy…. “Sorry I can’t come today. Not feeling too well.” “Damn maybe tomorrow. I pulled a prank of Jason’s new tesla and I need some reactions.” “Sure, I’ll be there.” You finally arrive home and you just feel super overwhelmed. Your anxiety already fucks with you at random times and now add the pregnancy hormones, that just sounds like a recipe for disaster. You decide to text Carly and Erin in y’alls gc. They have basically been you best friends since you’ve been a part of the vlog squad but you don’t know if they’ll be pissed once you reveal your secret relationship w/ Jeff. “Heyy, can you guys come over rn? I have to tell you guys a secret and you’re the only people I can trust at the moment.” Erin: “Sure. Well be there in like an hour or so. Carly and I are filming a bit with David. Probably won’t take long.” “Okay great. See you later.” Carly reads the messages from her phone and whispers “sounds serious, what do you think she’s gonna tell us?” “I don’t know. Just hope she isn’t dying or something.”

You say to yourself, “Since Carly and Erin are gonna be here in an hour, I should get pregnancy tests from the store. Just hope no fans recognize me.” You try to dress incognito and you remembered you had some expensive ass wigs in you closet (you’re a boujee ass college student lol) Once you glue the wig on, you get in your tesla (like the tesla Carly has) and you head to target. You have your hood up and sunglasses on like you’re some sort of fbi agent or something. You head to the aisle the pregnancy tests are in and see the condoms right by there and you mumble to yourself “if you woulda just taken the time to come to target and buy those, you wouldn’t be in this mess you dumb bitch.” You grab a couple of the electronic pregnancy tests cause like my bio says “i radiate dumb bitch energy.” You get home, take off the wig and read the text that says they’re 5 minutes away.

*Carly and Erin pov*

“How much you wanna bet that she has a thing for someone in the squad.” “CARLY.”

*Y/n pov*

You hear a knock at the door “heyyy” you say in an awkward tone. Erin sees the hospital bracelets on your wrist. “Oh god you are dying” Y/n: “ERIN WHAT THE- NO ARE YOU CRAZY” All of you head to the couch and you have a hard time telling them so you say it really fast “SooooIjustfoundouti’mpregantandyou’regonnabeauntsmaybe.” Carly didn’t catch any of that but all Erin heard were the two big words. Both of them start screaming out stuff like “YOU’RE PREGNANT” “WHAT” “WHO’S IS IT.” Y/n: “Okay okay okay. I’m gonna tell you guys everything.” So you ended up telling them the saga of you and Jeff’s relationship. Carly: “ITS. JEFF’S.” Y/n:“That’s all you have to say?” Erin: “You have to take another test. This can’t be right.” You go to the bathroom and 5 minutes later, the test says ‘pregnant.’ Erin: “ummm how about you go to a doctor so they can run some tests.” Y/n:“I already got a blood test done in the ER. Nothing is more accurate than a blood test.” Carly: “when are you due.” Y/n:“Early April I think.” Erin:“So you’re not gonna make it to my wedding?” Y/n:“Oh shit you get married in April. Dammit.” Carly: “So what are you gonna do?” Y/n:“I honestly have no idea. I just feel like he’s gonna deny everything and say its not his. He’s the only guy I’ve been sleeping w/ since New Years.” Erin: “well, whatever you decide, we’ll support you. Hopefully I’ll have a newborn baby to be my ring bearer or flower girl.” You smiled just thinking about that. Before you knew it, It started to get dark and both of them left. You didn’t want to be alone tonight, so you decided to facetime one of your other best friends. Y/n:“Hey Stass. You wanna have a girl’s night? Stassie: Sorry, I’m already having a girl’s night at Kylie’s house. You hear Kylie yell in the background “YOU CAN COME TO MY HOUSE.” Y/n: “Thanks, I’ll be there in a bit.” Two years ago, you would’ve never thought that you’d be friends with Kylie Jenner. You two hit it off when she invited the vlog squad to a roller rink to celebrate her becoming a billionaire.

You arrived at her mansion, finding both of them upstairs sitting on the floor in the nursery, playing with Stormi. You’re thinking about telling Kylie and ask her for advice. She’d completely understand; she had a baby at 20 and the whole world had eyes on her not knowing whether she was or wasn’t pregnant. You don’t mind if Stass knows because she helped keep Kylie’s pregnancy a secret, so you know she won’t tell anyone. Y/n:“I have to talk to you guys about something.” Kylie: “Sure. About what?” Y/n:“I’m pregnant.” Kylie and Stass: “YOU’RE WHAT.” Y/n:“Why is it so surprising that I’m pregnant.” Kylie: “who’s is it.” Stass: “it’s probably Jeff’s.” Your eyes go wide as she said that, Stass: “and just by the look on your face, you just confirmed it.” Kylie: “is Jeff the fit one with the New York accent?” “Yeah.” Kylie: “Ooooo he’s hot. So what about pregnancy did you wanna talk about?” Before you ask about pregnancy, you had to tell the whole saga for the second time today. Y/n:“I just don’t know what I should do. How did you feel when you found out?” Kylie: “well, I was shocked at first but then I got excited. Did I plan on getting pregnant so young? No. But I know I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Yeah, motherhood came earlier than expected but I honestly can’t imagine my life without Stormi. Hiding it from the public wasn’t easy but I’m lucky that I had people I could trust to hide my secret. And if Jeff doesn’t accept the baby as his, then screw him. He’ll look like the asshole for leaving. So what do you want to do?” Y/n:“I think I want to keep it a secret but that gonna be really hard because 1. I’m a youtuber and people are gonna see me gain weight, 2. I’m a college student and I have to go on campus for classes. Stass: “Can you look and see if they’re offering online courses for the classes you need to take?” Y/n:“Probably but I don’t want to die of boredom and stay in my house all the time.” Kylie: “I didn’t stay in my house all the time. I just had a lot of security around me 24/7. I bought more cars and switched between them all the time so the paparazzi would be confused. I made sure to wear baggy clothes all the time. I really didn’t start to show that much until I was almost 5 months pregnant.” Y/n:“I’d be 5 months by the time the semester ends for winter break. Should I risk it? Kylie: “I don’t know. Every body is different.” Y/n:“Thanks for the advice Ky.” Kylie: “No problem. You can always come to me for baby advice. I can help you prep. Stormi might not be right baby to start off practicing with but you’re lucky Kim just had a baby in May.” Y/n:“Are you sure she’d be okay with you borrowing Psalm to teach me how to be a mom?” Kylie: “Are you kidding. She’d love it. She has 4 kids under 6 years old. She needs a break. Oh and when it’s time to find out the gender, you HAVE to let me plan the gender reveal and baby shower.” Y/n:“haha okay.” Kylie then takes a vid of y’all playing with Stormi and posts it on her insta story captioning it ‘girls night❤️’

You wake up the next morning not feeling great at all. Kylie: “Drink ginger ale or really bitter lemonade. It helped me with my morning sickness.” Y/n:“Thanks. I should get going. I have to get to class in a couple of hours. I’ll text you later.” Kylie & Stass: “call us as soon as you figure out what you’re gonna do” Y/n:“k, bye”

Y/n talking to herself while driving home:

It probably wasn’t the best decision telling 4 people that I’m pregnant cause I’m not past the 1st trimester yet but I just couldn’t keep it in. I had to vent to someone! I’m scared of telling Jeff but I’m 1000x times more scared of telling my parents. When should I tell them? I mean, I’m flying to Seattle next month for a couple days for my moms birthday…. is that a bad time to tell them both?? I mean, my mom has been begging for grandchildren for the past couple of years. There was one time in high school where I was typing an essay in my room and my mom randomly comes in and says “mija, cuando tu tienes un hijo, nombrarlo después de mí” like who tf says that to a 17 year old? What was I gonna do today? I have class later but- Oh shit. I said I was going to David’s today to film a prank reaction. I hope I don’t have to be in the same clip as Jeff. Luckily your class is only an hour long and so you got home, quickly showered and went to class.

As you got out of class, you hear a ding from your phone. David: “Are you on you way?” Y/n:“Yeah I’m like 30 minutes away.” As you’re driving down David’s street, you see 4 people. David, Jason’s mom, Erin and?.... Of course it would be Jeff. You get out of your tesla and David is getting the camera ready. He opens the gate and you see Jason dressed as Carmelita, showing his genitals all over the car. Everybody is screaming. “NOOOOO OH MY GOD” Jeff: “HOW CAN YOU SHOW THAT TO HIS MOTHER?” Jason’s mom is laughing hysterically. After a couple of minutes, he stopped recording and invited us all in. You haven’t been to David’s house since the incident with Jeff but you were acting as if nothing happened. You were just acting really quiet around Jeff because you’re literally pregnant with his child and have no idea how to tell him. Jeff: “Hey y/n haven’t seen you around lately” all you said was ‘hey” while looking at your phone. Jeff: “What you’re not even gonna look at me? You think cause you’re hanging out with Kylie Jenner, you’re too good for us?” Y/n: “Us? You’re literally making no fucking sense rn, I’ve talked and hung out with everyone except you. Plus why would you care? You kicked me to the curb like I was a piece of trash. Not sorry that I wanna be treated right.” Jeff pulls you to the backyard. Y/n:“Get the fuck off me” Jeff: “why the fuck are you acting like this?” Y/n:“like what? A person who’s finally standing up for herself? I don’t need you and why would you care what i’m doing? Last thing I remember is that you’re with Natalie. I hope you treating her like an actual person, unlike how you treated me. Playing around and fucking me like I was you’re toy.” Jeff: “You consented.” Y/n:“Yeah but now I realize I was dumb as fuck saying yes so many times.” At this moment, you were contemplating whether you should just tell him. You were about to tell him until the last sentence he said left you livid. Jeff: “You said yes cause you were desperate sweetheart. You fucked like a whore. I probably wasn’t the only one you were sleeping with.” At this point, you just wanted to run him over with a car. You didn’t want to be the stereotypical raging Latina so all you said as you were walking away was “Goodbye Jeff.” You didn’t even turn around. Everybody in the house from David, Jason’s mom and Erin heard every single word. On the drive home you made your decision. You’re not telling Jeff it’s his and you’re raising this baby alone. Since you’re still in the first trimester, you’ll keep it to yourself just a little bit longer before you tell the rest of the vlog squad.

*One Month later*

Y/n is officially past the 1st trimester. I’m now 13 weeks. You look in the mirror and see a tiny little bump forming. You telling your parents last week wasn’t the best… Your mom was excited but disappointed; your dad couldn’t even look at you. Your older siblings stuck by you. But now that you have the biggest obstacle out of the way, you have to tell the vlog squad... I wonder how this will go...

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I’m surprised at how many people liked chapter 1! It was confusing for me switching back from saying you & y/n but I think I did better in this part. Oh and I’m not sure if I’ll be writing as much as I am in the future. I think the minimum will be 1k words but I’ll probably write more than that.

Oh and just a heads up, I’m starting school at the end of the month! I’ll try to release as many chapters as I can write in the next 3 weeks.

Taglist: @elvlogsquad @siemprestan @zavidzobrik @irisindigonightmare

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