#but also a side note i literally joined the fandom like a week before she released

[seri-tonin]

I'm still not over what the genshin fandom (specifically meta players) did to dehya tbh...

[cottonkendi]

Pied Piper

MASTERLIST

Various x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Genre: Idol AU, Mafia AU, HighSchool AU

Warning: Violence, Death, Cursed words

Synopsis: You’re a very confused idol who unknowingly meets her fans.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

a/n: hey hey~ it took awhile for me to finish this and I wasn’t able to accurately add all of the details in the ask but I hope that this is good enough :(  also, please, don’t mind the inaccuracy when it comes to the idol world, concerts, and gangs. I am an uneducated person and only based it off of what I know from the internet and such… also, i didn’t expect for this to be this long plsssss. It was only supposed to be 3k or something :( lastly, what do you lovelies think of me uploading 2-3 times a week?

Adrenaline courses through Mikey’s veins as his bright eyes watch your form on the stage, your body gracefully swaying on the stage as you dance to the beat of the song while tightly holding onto your mic, belting out the notes with your eyes closed behind the mask. He can see the way you’re smirking, your tinted lips barely covered by your mask that stops on your nose and only covers the upper half of your face.

It’s been a huge mystery to the rest of the fandom why your group opted to cover their face - most wore half masks that either covered the upper or lower half of their faces - instead of going public with it but Mikey’s not going to lie if he said that that wasn’t one of the reasons why a lot of people were drawn to your group, him and his gang included.

It’s only been 5 years since your group first debuted and it only took a year for D-Youth to become a global hit, taking over Asia and even the western world.

That’s why it’s such a miracle for all of the founding members of Toman to be able to buy a ticket for your homecoming concert after the D-Youth’s world tour.

Now, he’s jumping with the crowd, lungs bursting as he screams the lyrics with you, your form roaming the stage with your custom axe bass slung on your shoulder as you point at the crowd, a smirk making its way to your tinted lips, your skin glimmering from both your sweat and the lighting, it almost makes Mikey choke when he briefly makes eye contact with you, barely seeing the way you wink through your mask before you move to the other side of the stage.

“Let me bring you to paradise!” You riled up the crowd as the familiar flute and whistle blasts through the speakers, the other members of D-Youth starting to rest for awhile as they sway along with the tune, smirks on their faces as they watched the way you move your hips with the beat, luring the crowd to follow your actions.

Your fingers play with the mic as you walk around the stage, dancing a little whenever you get too close to the crowd.

It makes Chifuyu scream louder when his fingers almost brush against yours when you lean down to stare at Hina in front of him, the girl almost fainting when your fingers make their way under her chin to make her look up at you while you sing to your mic. “You’re not being punished, I’m your paradise~”

Goosebumps appear on Hina’s skin as her eyes tear up, your heated fingers leaving a tingle on her skin as you pull away. It feels like she’s about to ascend to heaven as you ruffle her hair a bit before fully moving to the rest of the crowd.

The screaming from around her numbs her ears but the way that you had stared at her as you sang had surely made her question all her life choices. It makes her forget that her boyfriend is literally right next to her, Takemichi losing his mind when he watches his girlfriend get touched by you. Jealousy boils in his stomach but at the same time, the awe and amazement of having you this close to him is so unbelievable.

For the last 20 minutes of the concert, you had made sure to do your best to interact with the crowd, your cousins doing the same as they set their instruments on their shoulders or the floor, joining you as they give you backing vocals and harmonized with you, sometimes playfully dancing with each other which made the crowd scream louder.

It had been an overly enjoyable homecoming concert, after a successful first world tour, it had been a blast, meeting so many fans and even managing to spot a few unique individuals in the crowd.

Individuals having some very interesting hair and eye colours along with very loud screams that stood out from the rest of the others, you note to yourself when you pass by the right side of the stage, eyes catching sight of two pairs of piercing violet eyes with some interesting hair.

At first, you had thought that they weren’t enjoying the concert, along with the group that they seem to be in since they all seemed to just be standing there and not singing along with the crowd, but you noticed how the identical looking boys along with a white-haired boy had been mouthing along to the song, their eyes never leaving your form when you walked to their side of the stage.

Aside from that, you also noticed a huge group of boys with quite a bunch of colourful hairs as well, some having tattoos or piercings.

So far, this has been the most exciting crowd that you’ve had, so, during the last parts of the concert when you and the rest of D-Youth had to say goodbye, you made sure to wave in their direction, throwing in some rolled up shirts that the staff had prepared as a closing activity for all of you, the two group that you noticed had contrasting reactions but it was still satisfying.

The loud screams coming from three blond boys, one having an undercut, a guy with long black hair, a guy with a tattoo on his head and a smiling guy with orange curly hair being the loudest when you threw them some shirts.

As for when you threw some shirts in the direction of the other group, they had all silently reached above the crowd’s heads, their tall stature making itself known as they easily snatched up the flying shirts heading towards them. You noticed the way the two brothers, you assumed, and a tall guy with a blond streak on his hair had smirked down on the others in the crowd while the white haired guy had only silently held onto the shirt, eyes meeting yours.

It takes you a second too long for you to break eye contact with him, stare too intense but you managed to force it off when your cousin pulled you towards the middle of the stage so that all of you can take a bow to the crowd, thanking the staffs and the audience who had helped with making the concert happen.

“Thank you everyone! Thank you for supporting D-Youth! We promise to give you more music in the future! We love you all!” You said the closing remarks as the lights started to dim, your cousins running off to the back as you jog along, your fist making contact with your best friend and manager, Ahna’s fist as she gives you a fist bump.

“Good work out there. The crowd loved it, now let’s go back to the hotel.” Her voice is hushed as she quickly ushers you to the back room where your cousins had started taking off their masks, you’re about to follow, fingers already moving towards the thick clasp under your hair but then, Ahna’s hand stops you.

“We need to go now before the crowd outside of the venue gets too big. They’ll be opening the exits in 10 minutes so we need to hurry. And don’t take your masks off.” Ahna makes all of you hurry, fingers forcefully pushing you towards the exit, putting a little too much force in the push as she almost pushes you to the wall, her eyes glaring at all of you as she hisses under her breath.

“Hurry! We don’t have time!” The edge in her voice makes you uneasy, an icky feeling crawling under your still sweaty skin, your mind throbbing from the sudden change of pace from the concert to this backstage shenanigan that your best friend has decided to put you through. You’re about to ask one of your cousins, hoping to talk to one of them to ease your nerves from the way Ahna is making you all anxious but as you take a glance behind you, fully expecting to see your fellow members but instead, you can only see some of the bodyguards.

“Ahna, why are you in such a hurry? We usually leave 30 minutes after. Where are the other-”

“We don’t have time! If you don’t want to come with me, then fine! I’ll leave you there in the waiting room to get to the hotel room by yourself!”

The way she aggressively nudges your back makes your irritation rise ahead of the uneasiness as you roll your eyes at her, her nails painfully pushing itself onto your arm’s skin..

Scoffing, you turn around, ripping her arm off of you as the fatigue from the concert gets to you the more she makes you feel paranoid with her actions. “What is your problem?! Why are you in such a hurry?! What the fuck are you planning-”

Before you can continue screaming your tired voice out, you feel a sharp pain shoot through your body as you feel a buzz before your vision turns to black, the last thing you see in Ahna’s irritated face as she looks down at your falling figure, her hands painfully gripping your arms as she gives you a sneer.

“I fucking told you to hurry, bitch.”

A groan leaves your mouth when you finally start gaining consciousness. The sharp throb coming from the back of your head is making it harder for you to come to, eyelids a little heavy and your stage mask that’s still on your face is making it harder for you to look up, the extra weight feeling like a hundred tons after getting hit on the head. Though it seems that your groan has alerted who ever was in the room that you’re finally awake since someone decided to aggressively grab onto your hair, the tug making it seem like someone’s stabbing knives into your skull as you’re forced to look up, the blinding lights making it look like the figure in front of you had a halo surrounding them. But the more you look, the more the halo looks like the fire from hell as Ahna’s scowling face finally clears up from your hazy gaze.

“That took a while, to think that the leader of Scorpion is that weak that they’ll get knocked out with one hit.” She mocks, fingers expertly twirling a gun in front of you while she twirls around the chair that you’re tied to, mumbling and giggling to someone on the phone. “Maybe you shouldn’t be the leader of Scorpion. What do you think? Hmm? Mind stepping down and letting little ‘ol me take your place?”

She leans forward, face only a few inches from yours as she looks you in the eyes through your mask. “Tell me what you think, dolly. What kind of expression do you have under your little mask? Are you mad right now? Seething? Or do you just want to go back to your fancy ass hotel, take some nice bubble baths like the spoiled rich brat you are? Hiding behind your mask just ‘cause you’re too scared of damaging your reputation?”

With your still hazy mind, you can only let out a soft scoff before taking a deep breath, forcing your eyes closed as you swing your head down, forehead making contact with her nose as she yelps, her gun clattering to the floor as Ahna starts cursing you out, hands cradling her now bleeding nose while she stumbles backwards.

The guards, who you’re now starting to notice as some of the new recruits of Scorpion, all jump into action, guns pointed at your tied form, waiting for Ahna’s words to shoot you.

“You fucking bitch! I was planning on going easy on you but you leave me no choice.” Hastily taking the gun on the floor, she points at your leg before shooting.

You hiss out a curse, eyeing your bleeding thigh as the bullet lodges itself on your flesh, blood starting to flow down your leg as you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from the excruciating pain that’s added to the already sharp throb of your head.

“You should’ve just listened to me, now look where your stubbornness got you.” Stuffing a tissue in her nose, she wipes the blood on her hands on your shirt as she gestures at the guards to remove the black tarp from behind her. “Now you’re gonna have to step out of your position by force.”

The guards finally managed to remove the black tarp in front of you, your eyes widening when you’re met with your cousins all tied up, their masks laying on their laps as they struggle out of their bindings, though it’s no use since they’re only hurting themselves due to the rough ropes. When they see you’re bleeding form, their eyes widen, gasps leaving their lips as they shout for you.

It takes a few more seconds of them shouting for you when Ahna had enough, her gun pointed at one of your cousins before shooting once more.

A distorted scream leaves your mouth as you watch the way the blood splatter on the floor, Azumi’s head dropping to the side, a huge gaping hole in her neck gushing out blood onto her chest.

Your cousins all froze in fear, eyes staring wildly at you as all of you listen to Ahna’s maniacal laughter as she presses something on her phone before showing it to you. The screen shows a man in a suit, a bored look on his face as he gives you a mocking wave from the screen.

“Nice to see you again, Scorpion. Our last meeting wasn’t enjoyable, not with you declining my offer to merge with you little gang. But I’m glad that your vice president reached out to me and agreed to make you agree with our conditions.”

Hiding the phone from your view, she gives you a tight smile. “Now, captain, all I want is for you to agree to merging with Bermuda then after that, I’ll let you go. All I want is to hear your sweet voice agreeing with me, okay?”

A growl leaves your lips when she walks closer to you, gun pointed behind her at one of your cousins who had now frozen in fear. “You want to make Scorpion into a criminal organization. Do you know just what Bermuda’s business handles? We are not criminals. We do not exploit people, nor do we condone protitution in Scorpion, Ahna. Are you fucking insane?” You grit out, leg still trembling from the bullet wound though your fingers are hastily trying to untie the rope from your back.

“Well, that’s why Scorpion is always getting challenged by other gangs in the area, if only you’ll let me do what I want then we’ll be comfortably sitting on the top.” Tapping her gun to your cheek, you watch as she straddles your lap, hand on your cheek as she caresses the little skin exposed by the mask.

“If you don’t let me do what I want, then I might just expose your identity to the public. Think about what your loyal fans are gonna do when they find out that they’re precious idol is a mafia leader.”

You grit your teeth when her fingers trail to the back of your head, putting extra pressure on the spot where you got hit before laying her hand over the clasp of your mask.

“Of course, that’s not all, your cousins will be used as payment to Bermuda as well.”

“What do you mean? What are you going to do?” You ask, trembling irises moving to your cousins who are all silently crying pon their seat, the bodyguards surrounding them in order to make sure that they won’t be able to escape.

A giggle leaves Ahna’s lips when she looks at your cousins. “That’s simple. If you don’t wanna agree to what I have to say then this is what will happen to them.”

Raising the gun, she gives you a little wink before another loud bang resonates around the area, a shiver rolling down your spine when another one of your cousins slumps over, blood dripping down their forehead while 3 more of your cousins quiver in fear, screams leaving their throats when hot blood splatters to their arms and faces.

“Y/N! Please! Just agree with her! Don’t let her kill us!” Ayano screams at you, tears rolling down her cheeks as she struggles from her bonds but one look from one of the men in the room has her silently biting her lips, trying her best to suppress the cries.

“Don’t kill us, Y/N. Save us please. Save us. Save us. I don’t want to die. Not yet. Please.”

Their words make you anxious, mind going into overdrive the more they plead for you to save them. You don’t know what to do.

You’re not sure how you’re supposed to save them when you’re tied up right now. And even if you do agree with Ahna, then hundreds of your men will be forced to do whatever Bermuda says.

“Well? What’s your answer? We don’t have all night y’know? You have 10 minutes to decide before I eliminate the rest of the higher ups of Scorpion. You’ll be the last, leader.”

The throbbing in your head only gets worse the more you watch your cousins silently plead for you to save them, along with that, your heart is about to combust when Ahna starts playing with her gun, jokingly aiming the gun at one of your cousins as she waits for you to answer.

Breathing heavily, your thigh twitches when you look down at the bullet wound. “How long have you been planning this, Ahna?” You ask her, voice airy as you contemplate on what to do. You’re trying to get some extra time but you’re sure that Ahna sees right through you.

After being your friend since you guys were 8 and having spent most of your days with her creating Scorpion and her being the manager for D-Youth, you can’t help but feel betrayal course through your aching body when you realize that she might have been planning this betrayal for at least a  few months now.

“Hmm... I’ve been thinking of taking over Scorpion ever since we created it actually, but since the members all followed you like you’re some kind of Pied Piper, I had no other choice but to go with it. I had to listen to your sickeningly sweet tune for years, Y/N. I’m so tired of following you...”

You remain silent, not sure on what to do now that you know just how deep her hatred for you runs. And to think that you always treated her as your sister.

“So, you gonna hand Scorpion over or do I have to blow a few more brains before you agree.?”

Swallowing, you let out a deep breath before reluctantly nodding your head. “I’ll step down from my position, just don’t hurt them anymore. They don’t have anything to do with this.”

She rolls her eyes at you, clicking her tongue as she motions for her men to untie you. “They have a lot of shit to do with this, they’re the ones you talked to when you declined Bermuda’s offer. You wasted such a perfectly good offer, we could’ve been ruling over the rest of Japan if you had only agreed, stupid bitch.”

As she talks, two men start approaching you, a knife in their hands as they start cutting the roped by binding your feet and wrists. While they do this, you start to prepare yourself, trying your best to ignore the painful throb on your head and the still gushing wound on your thigh.

As much as you’d like to trust Ahna’s words, you have a bad feeling about what she’s about to do, especially when she starts approaching your struggling cousins who are still bound to their chairs.

“Well, now that you’ve agreed to step down as leader, I guess I don’t have to listen to whatever you say, right?”

She doesn’t give you time to react before she presses her gun against your cousin’s neck before pressing the trigger.

A scream rips out of your mouth, your body quickly moving towards Ahna but the men from behind you quickly cages you against their arms, one of them putting you in a chokehold as you’re forced to watch Ahna shoot the last of your cousins, a cackle leaving her mouth when she turns around to see you sobbing against her men, face turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

You try your best to kick them away but one of the men shoves the knife to your already wounded thigh which makes you stop your struggle. Your fingers are gripping onto their arm as tight as possible.

“Put her down, I’ll take care of her.”

Your body drops to the floor, your hands grasping your neck as you take in as much air as you can. Your chest heaves as you try to soothe your burning lungs but when you try to look up, you’re met with a kick to the face.

You hear a crack before your mask falls to the floor in front of you, the intricate mask sporting a crack in the middle.

“You know, I don’t know if I should pity you for trusting me so easily. You really think that I’ll let you leave this place alive? Tsk. I’m not stupid y’know? I know that once news gets out that you’ve stepped down from leader, then the rats of Scorpion will all leave and follow you wherever you go. And I can’t have that. I need all of the current members to be with me when we merge with Bermuda.”

It gets harder for you to breathe when you feel a liquid flowing down your nose, blood staining your fingers when you wipe it off of your lips. You struggle to stand up, your wounded thigh burning so much that you wince at just the slight movement. The knife still impaled into your flesh and it only gets worse when Ahna’s foot rests on the hilt of the knife, further pushing the blade into you.

“Now, let me take this time to say goodbye to you-”

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

Suddenly, new voices can be heard from what you think is the entrance of the warehouse. In a second, all of the men that were once surrounding you are now all rushing towards the new people who have decided to barge in.

Taking this as your chance to get away, you used all of your remaining strength and pushed Ahna to the ground, your body desperately moving as you ripped the gun from her hand before pressing it against her forehead now that she’s also on the floor like you.

Your blood drips down your nose and onto her cheek as you heavily breathe on top of her, trembling fingers caging her wrists under you as you straddle her stomach. “I’ll make you pay, Ahna. I’ll make sure you regret ever thinking of taking my family away from me, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh yeah? What’s you gonna do? Shoot me? You’re gonna be a criminal as well? See how your fans like it if they find out that you just shot someone to deat-”

The barrel of the gun makes contact with her cheek as you slapped the gun onto her face, anger boiling underneath your skin as you throw the gun away before proceeding to punch her face. Over and over and over again.

Even with your bleeding thigh sending jolts of pain through your body everytime you move, you just ignore it. Your fists are the only thing moving as you make sure that after you’re done, she won’t be recognizable anymore.

With every hit you make, you make sure that the rings that you’re wearing hits the most sensitive parts of her face.

A punch to the eye.

A punch on the nose.

A punch to the side of the head.

Your other hand also unconsciously grips her neck as you lean down, beyond exhausted as you try your best to stay conscious. Your mind is already swirling from the stress and adrenaline that you’ve been put through in such a short time. Along with that, you can feel the concussion on your head getting worse the more you force yourself awake.

“You’ll pay for this, Ahna. I’ll make sure you do.”

You don’t notice the way the fight around you has stopped, your only focus is on Ahna who’s now barely opening her eyes, blood seeping to her clothes from the cuts on her cheek, lips, nose and eyes.

Struggling to stand up, you lean on your good knee as you heave, trembling hands wiping the blood on your knuckles on your clothes as you looked down at your bleeding companion.

“I’ve already won. Your little doll facade is ruined, Y/N, no one will willingly follow your tune anymore. You’re not gonna be able to make it out aliv-”

A swift kick to the head knocks her out as you stumble a bit, losing your balance after kicking her on the head.

Your vision starts to get blurry, the surroundings swirling as you look around.

You’re met with a handful of men, all of them watching you as you try to straighten your body. Your fingers graze over part of your broken mask when you almost fall over, hand trembling as you press the mask to your face in a desperate attempt to cover your now exposed identity, a heavy feeling spreading in your chest as you offer them a smile.

“Well then, are you guys here for an autograph?”

You don’t hear any of their replies for your vision immediately turns to black, body going numb before you even realize what’s happening.

A handful of voices can be heard from around you, it feels as if they’re surrounding you as you struggle to open your eyes. Your whole body feels so heavy and your throat feels so dry that you almost want to cough but just opening your mouth already feels like such a struggle that you just let yourself suffer in silence. Hoping that any second now, you’ll finally be able to open your eyes and put a face to the voices that’s whispering around you.

It feels like a few more hours before you finally manage to slowly open your eyes.

Thankfully, the room isn’t bright so you don't get blinded the moment you start looking around, but you are met with a lot of hushed whispers as you’re finally met with a bunch of familiar looking faces, though your brain is still too tired for you to actually remember thei rnames.

“Y/N!” Slowly, you crane your neck to the side to be met by Azuka, your secretary in Scorpion. She hastily makes her way to you, the crowd of men making way as they all silently watch as Azuka checks on you. “Thank God you’re awake. You’ve been sleeping for a whole day and I didn’t know what to do since when we arrived in the warehouse, it was covered in bodies and you were covered in blood.” She had hastily explained to you as she helped you sit up, a sharp pain coursing through your veins when you accidentally moved your left thigh a little too abruptly.

“What about... what about my cousins? And Ahna? What happened to them? Are they safe?” You asked, voice raspy. Azuka hands you a glass of water before taking a seat by your side.

“Ahna has been taken to one of our warehouses, she’s being questioned by the others and Bermuda has sent us another proposal. While your cousins... they’re all at their parents’ house.” Relief starts to spread in your body until her next words register in your head. “Their funerals will be at the end of the week.”

Maybe it’s because your body is still filled with pain relievers, but you don’t feel a thing, the only thing leaving you is a sigh as you slump on the headboard.

Twiddling with your thumbs, your eyes catch the remnants of your broken mask. Suddenly, you remember the group of men that you saw after you had kicked Ahna.

Looking up, you watch as Azuka waves the bodyguards out of the room, about to walk to the connected kitchen of your room but then, you call out to her. “How did you know where I was?”

Turning around, she takes her phone from her pocket and shows you the call history. “Someone called me from your phone and when we arrived, there were like 20 men waiting there while they were all just watching you. I managed to ask for their contacts and said that I’ll be sending some thank you gifts and some contracts that they should sign in order to make sure that they won’t be spreading word of your identity or whatever they saw.”

Nodding, you can’t help but feel worried when the reality of the situation finally kicked in.

Your cousins are all dead which means that there might be news articles about it and D-Youth will have to ‘disband’.

Your identity has been exposed and not only that, school is about to start and since you;ve always had your identity hidden, you had opted into attending a normal highschool. What if the 20 or so boys had decided to just spread whatever they saw? What are you going to do?

Lastly, Scorpion will most likely be on a bit of a war with Bermuda after what happened with your members. You’re sure that the rest of Scorpion will not let something like this pass.

Azuka comes back from the kitchen, a bowl of hot porridge being ste on the table beside you as she starts wiping the sweat on your forehead.

“What are you planning on doing now, leader?”

Biting your lip, you look out the window, the night view of the city filled with glittering and colourful lights from the signs. “Call for a meeting tomorrow, we need to handle the Bermuda conflict as soon as possible before it gets any bigger.”

Azuka nods, already taking her phone out in order to call the division captains. But before she can leave, you raise your hand. “And give me the contact numbers of the boys that you found waiting in the warehouse.”

“Understood.”

Awkwardly, you give the group a smile, not at all used to meeting fans, you assume they are judging from the photocards in their phone, without your mask covering your face, but here you are, in one of your group’s cover business. A cafe in the middle of the busy city. Though you have opted to meet the group in a private and hidden room of the cafe, it’s still quite unnerving seeing as at least half of them are staring at you in awe while the other half looks so smug or indifferent.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me here even though it’s quite unexpected.” You start off, not really knowing what to say when they all just stare at you, not at all making a move to help fill up the silence. They’re just... hanging onto every word you say.

“Uhm, uh... thank you again for helping me the other night with my... situation... and for calling Azuka for me. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you guys weren’t there to help me.”

Again, you offer them an awkward smile.

Why aren’t they talking?

Why aren’t they answering you?

This is getting too awkward and you’re sure you must look disgusting with all the sweat forming on your forehead right now from how intense their stares are.

Clearing your throat, you decide that you might as well finish this as fast as possible. To save yourself and them from this unwanted atmosphere.

“Right, uh, I know that Azuka had already sent you guys the contract. I know that it seems a little too much of a hassle but I’ll really appreciate it if you guys would read and sign it. And uh, I’ll be sending in some monetary gifts as a thank you.”

Again, all of them are just staring at you, some slightly nodding at your words while the others just subtly smile, not really sure on what they’re supposed to do when they might just be the only fans who have seen your face. It feels like someone had just given them a hundred million.

Their hearts feel like they’re about to explode whenever you’d smile at them but that same feeling dies just as fast when you start standing up, bowing at the group as you say your goodbyes.

“Thank you once more, I will make sure that the gifts will be sent as soon as possible-” You bow to them, just about ready to leave when the silver-haired guy, you think his name was Mitsuya, reached out his hand, eyes wide and panic showing in his beautiful irises.

“No, no, please don’t leave yet!” His words must’ve shocked him as well ‘cause he quickly retracts his hand and sits down, closing his eyes tight and a silent groan leaving his lips wen he just realized that he just pleaded for his idol to not leave after giving her more than a few minutes of awkward silence from him and his friends.

Thankfully, some of the others who weren’t as starstruck took this as an opportunity to have you stay longer as well.

“We’re sorry if we were silent all this time, we’re just a little starstruck... “ Draken starts, a smile gracing his lips while a hand scratches the side of his neck.

Mikey and Baji nod at what Draken said, a shy smile on all of their faces when you start to sit down once more, a smile slowly growing on your lips as you nod at them in understanding.

“We’re just not sure on how to act since we never really thought that we’ll be able to meet you, much more, without your mask and all that.” Kakucho explains after Izana silently nudges him from under the table.

“Ah, that’s alright, I know that it must be a little shocking, witnessing all of those things after a concert.” You offer them a smile, this time, it’s a little less forced.

You mentioning what happened the other night sparked a thought in Baji’s mind.

“Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, now that the other members of D-Youth are... gone... what will you do with the group now?”

The long-haired brunette almost lets out a hiss when he felt Mikey kick him from under the table but he just ignored the blond for now, opting to look at you as you start to answer.

Playing with the tips of your hair, you let out a hum. “Well, I’m not yet sure on how we’ll go about telling the media about this, if we’ll let them know the truth or just lie, but the group will most definitely not continue anymore since it won’t be the same without my cousins as my members.”

Disappointment flashes in some of their chests as they gaze down on their hands, a little down from the news that you won’t be an idol anymore but they understand. It must be really difficult for you to still be managing all of these while grieving your family’s death after what seems to be a betrayal from your manager.

“Though in a few years, I might just become a solo singer, who knows.” You offer a small smile after noticing the way they all seemed down from your words from earlier.

You received a handful of relieved smiles as they looked at you once more.

“Well then, I know that this is abrupt, but I do need to go now since there’s some business that I have to take care of but if you want, we can all meet up once more when I bring some gifts?”

They all nod at your words, some saying a few short words of affirmation but it seems some of them has something else to say.

“Uhm, I don’t know if this is too much to ask, but instead of uh, monetary gifts, will it be alright if you just gave us…” Chifuyu looks to the side, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed when you look him straight in the eye. His hand quickly shoving his phone under the table when your eyes start to trail to the photocard of yourself in his phone.

Though thankfully, it seems he’s not the only one who’s got the same idea for the two pair of siblings pulled out their phones and opened it into a list, the older set of siblings a little less shameless.

“Would it be alright if you gave us some merch instead? Signed ones, if possible.” Ran bargains, an easy smile on his lips as he takes Rindou’s phone and scrolls through his notes before handing the phone to you, his younger brother silently protesting as a blush starts forming on Rindou’s cheeks from his brother’s shamelessness.

Smiley does the same, aggressively taking Angry’s phone and going to the albums where a certain album named ‘Future <3’ can be seen which is filled with some photos of rare signed albums, photo cards and posters.

A surprised giggle leaves your lips when you reluctantly take the phones that are being handed to you.

You can see a long list of what seems to be your merch on Rindou’s phone, along with Ran’s. While for the twins, you look through the pictures, some had signed albums that were released two years ago, the others were the mixtapes that were released before the debut.

It’s embarrassing for you, having to see pictures of merch with your face on it, even though your face is covered by the mask.

Though it seems that your lack of negative reactions have spurred the others to do the same.

Some pulled their phones out as well while the others offered you a list from their wallet.

“I’m sorry if this is a little too pretentious of us.” Hina apologizes to you while shyly handing her phone to you.

“It’s just that, even if we do have money to buy your merch, the problem is that it’s so hard to actually find them in the market since everyone wants them so much.” The guy with sharp eyes, Kokonoi, says, a pink blush on his cheeks as he looks away from you, his friend silently nodding from the side.

Your head feels like it’s overheating from the long lists filled with code names that you’re not even aware of. Just how much content did the company release for D-Youth? You don’t even remember filming so many things nor do you remember half of the shoots that were used for these photo cards.

When did Summer Package Japan even happen? And what’s with so many photo cards being here?

What’s so important about your picture that’s the size of an ID?

But still, it’s not like you can just openly question their desires. So, you just nod and hand their phones and list back.

“Uhm, I don’t know when I’ll be able to get all of that ready but just to make sure that I’ll be able to give you guys those... uhh, those merch? You can like, send an email to Azuka and I’ll have someone make sure that when I meet you guys again, it’ll all be complete.”

The way they all had bright grins or smiles on their faces made the semi-awkward feeling in your body disappear as you gave them a nod. Taking this as your time to leave once more since it seems as if their concerns have been dealt with but you guessed wrong for Izana immediately stands up.

“Before you leave, will it be alright if we have a picture? I promise I won’t post it anywhere. I already signed the contract and I don’t plan on breaking it.” The white-haired boy slightly bows as he hands you his phone.

Not knowing how to say ‘no’ to their request, you just accept the request and watch as all of them start to line up, the next person in line acting as the camera man as you posed for each picture.

Izana had shyly placed his arm around your shoulder before posing for the picture.

It had shocked you for a bit and you felt bad when Izana had looked at you in concern but you brush it off with a smile and decided to suck it up and just try to naturally act as you would during a fan meeting.

Mikey, who somehow had some fresh cookies with him, had handed you half of the cookie. The two of you posed with the cookies in between the two of you, kinda acting as a heart from what you guessed, Draken was also with the two of you and instead of going along with the cookie bit, he just smiled at the camera and held up a heart with his hands.

The next was Mitsuya and Hakkai who had stood on both of your sides. The two quickly moved along, a little shy from how close the three of you were but you didn’t have time to think about it since you’re already having to pose for the next people. This time, it’s the colourful twins.

Souya could barely look at the camera as his twin forced him to hold your hand like Nahoya was doing. You had lifted up your hands so that your hands will be seen in the picture as you joyfully smiled at the phone.

Hina and Takemichi were next, the girl quickly going for a hug while Takemichi awkwardly followed along. Hina had whispered a thank you to you while Takemichi could only wait for Hina to move along for Chifuyu, Kazutora and Baji to finally have their turn.

The trio had wanted for the four of you to pose like how your group did whenever you’d introduce yourself in a show and so, you did the hand pose, the four of you all in a line as you smiled at the camera like how you would during a TV show.

The Haitani Brothers were the next as they moved to your side, Ran handing you a baton and asking if you could pose with it. You agreed and so, you’re now pointing the baton at the camera, a smirk on your lips as you try your best to not look awkward while the brothers pose next to you as well.

Lastly, Hanma and Kakucho went to your side, the two silently smiling at the camera, their hands hovering on your shoulder and waist.

It may have taken at least 20 minutes for the mini fan meeting to end, but after that, you were quite exhausted and your mouth a little strained from smiling so much. The awkward poses also left your limbs feeling weird but you pushed the thoughts aside as you bowed to the group once more, all of them doing the same as you start putting on your mask the moment the door opened, Azuka immediately greeting you as she does so.

“Azuka, do you mind giving them an email that they can communicate with? I’ll be waiting in the car.” You quietly tell her before heading out of the cafe, waving your hand as you watch some of them watching you from the door.

Once you’re safely in the car, you turn to the driver, a division captain of Scorpion. “Hey, do you know what Black Swan theme 3 photo card mean?”

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retrospective & predictions

Since we're on a hiatus week (between 320 and 321) I feel like waxing poetic about the depth and growth of bkdk for a bit. Especially because it seems like we’re right on the edge of their biggest development yet, I’m getting the urge to lay all my perspectives and insights I’ve picked up from others out on the table. This is ultimately only my subjective interpretation of subtextual material in canon, though. If you’ve never quite understood what people see in their dynamic and you’re actually open to hearing me out, maybe from this you can at least see where we’re coming from. And if you don’t like my takes after all, well, we’ll see who’s right in the coming chapters, won’t we? What I have to say can be taken platonically or romantically; I appreciate both. 

putting it under the cut, since it’ll be long:

At the risk of projecting, I want to start by examining a couple things based partly on personal experience.

From many different directions, I often hear people expressing that Deku’s persistent attachment and admiration for Bakugou is baffling at best. Despite the bullying, despite Bakugou’s loud, rude, and uncompromising personality, he still puts effort into their relationship and frequently describes him as amazing. It seems like Deku himself is aware of this as he’s said things along the lines of how he’s difficult, BUT... etc. Although I don’t think it’s exactly that Deku finds Bakugou’s personality hard to be around, but that he’s deliberately expressing patience for Bakugou’s emotional turmoil. 

I have to say I know what this sort of patience is like, as I went through it with someone I love. I only chose to put up with their behavior because I decided the possibility of what our relationship could be was worth it. I wasn’t blind or submissive to how they treated me, and I wasn’t coerced. I simply expressed myself and established my boundaries while still allowing them the opportunity to join me in my world once they got over their own hangups. And guess what? It worked out in the end. That doesn’t mean there aren’t circumstances where it’s better to cut ties, but I want to stress that true reconciliation is possible sometimes. I used to worry that other people around me thought I was delusional for seeking it, but what really helped was my therapist reminding me that I’m smart and strong. So I think Deku deserves to feel the same. In a way this is his whole mission in life, his approach to being a hero as well as his personal relationships.

Let me also be clear though that I don’t mean Deku is only tolerating Bakugou’s personality, his mannerisms, the parts of him that will likely never change. I’m drawing a line between those things and his emotional state (they so rarely align anyway, but I’ll get to that later). In fact, I think Bakugou’s general attitude is part of what Deku admires. This is gonna be hard to explain without inserting personal experience too, sorry. As a writer myself I’ve noticed I’m drawn to writing characters that are brazen and bold and don't mind telling people off. Really it’s because I operate in the world in the polar opposite way. I try not to draw attention to myself, I’m quiet, and I’m a people-pleaser. People who project confidence, especially in an impolite sort of way, fascinate me. It’s good to take cultural context into account, too: I've heard people who’d know better than me that part of the reason Bakugou is the most popular character in the Japanese fandom is likely because he contradicts a lot of their social norms. His disregard is refreshing and cathartic. I can speculate that Deku has a similar point of view based on what he thinks but does not admit about Bakugou being his image of victory and how this sometimes makes him mimic Bakugou’s speech and mannerisms: 

There’s also the bit in this fight where Deku realizes he's the only one able to receive Bakugou’s emotions. This is because he’s the most intimately familiar with him and his situation, but I think there’s another layer. Deku, as we know, has a self-sacrificing tendency, and in the current chapters we’re seeing the worst side of that. But let’s also not forget that to an extent, it can be a positive trait: resilience. When it comes to Bakugou, he has an almost comical ability to dodge the potential fallout of his outbursts. The example we all jump to (and fight about..) is how in ch1, apart from the initial shock of Bakugou suggesting he jump off the roof, the most he reacts is to criticize him for saying such a ridiculous thing. However, I think their interaction post- sludge villain is a lot more interesting:

Note two things: 1, in his head, Deku is practically making fun of how Bakugou’s acting as he stomps away without waiting for a reply. It doesn’t faze him. 2, Deku thinks, optimistically, that he can now focus on a different career choice. This is astonishing really. Up to this point, none of Bakugou’s attempts to put him down have worked; he just kept pursuing his dream. The only reason Deku concedes in this moment it because for the first time, he has been shown that he really couldn't do anything in a fight against a villain. All Might told him he couldn't be a hero (although he’s literally about to take that back in the next few pages lol) and the other heroes at the scene gave him a lecture about it too. It was those experiences, and not Bakugou’s words, that truly affected him. And when All Might tells Deku he can be a hero after all, it’s not thinking of Bakugou’s bullying that makes him sob and fall to his knees, it’s the memory of his own mom never telling him those words he so desperately needed to hear. Having spent most of their lives together, Deku must have been aware all this time that Baukgou was influenced by larger societal forces rather than a core judgement, so he didn’t take it personally. He separated the person from the action, and because he’s resilient and patient, he is thus equipped to handle Bakugou’s emotions. It’s a testament to his maturity and emotional intelligence, really. 

But I can almost hear some of you saying, “that doesn’t mean Deku should have to be the bigger person here!” Correct! Just because Deku is perfectly alright bearing all of that, doesn’t mean atonement-era Bakugou sees it this way. We can track his awareness of Deku’s care and selflessness as follows-

The bridge scene, when they’re little kids: Bakugou conflates Deku’s heroism with pity, and subsequently thinks Deku is looking down on him because Bakugou’s own insecurity makes him defensive.

The Sludge Villain, and also Deku vs. Kacchan Part 1: Bakugou witnesses first-hand how easily Deku jumps to risk his own life, but still thinks he’s being looked down on. 

The Sports Festival: Bakugou fights Uraraka and recognizes her endurance strategy and refusal to give up as very Deku-like. He’s half right. He thinks Deku advised her in the fight, when in reality she just mimicked Deku because she admired him. I want to draw attention to his very sober comment about her not being frail. It’s a great endearment of Uraraka’s character and Bakugou’s respect for her when others didn’t take “fighting a girl” seriously, but it also reflects on his opinion of Deku. Deku isn’t weak either. He never was.

Deku vs. Kacchan Part 2: Deku finally corrects him about the whole looking-down-on-him thing, and Bakugou is informed that Deku’s selflessness is in fact the reason All Might chose him. Since Bakugou had been in search of what he himself was “doing wrong” for All Might to favor Deku over him, he now has to reconcile the fact that selflessness is a heroic trait, and moreover something he lacks. This is also possibly the first time Bakugou is able to see his past actions toward Deku as bullying since he previously thought it was more mutual. Additionally, Bakugou can now link Deku’s selfless behavior to what he perceived as pity/contempt, and realize that Deku has been giving him A LOT of grace. Maybe too much. Maybe more than Bakugou deserves, and definitely more than Deku should have to. Holy heck- now Bakugou has to figure out how to live up to all the faith that’s been placed in him. 

Subtextually, we can see Bakugou’s feelings about atonement reflected in the Todoroki family:

1, Shouto is another example of Deku growing a friendship using his selflessness (since their fight in the sports festival) and their relationship is being acknowledged here where it hasn’t been in Bakugou’s situation. Perhaps Bakugou is wishing it could be so simple for him, to be able to thank him for being his friend like that. Deku saying the pleasure is all his also probably calls to mind how a mere apology from Bakugou would probably be dismissed because that’s just the kind of accommodating person Deku is. Bakugou has to operate more quietly in order to actually make up for their past. I personally don’t interpret this scene as Bakugou being jealous of Deku and Shouto’s friendship, exactly, just the lack of emotional baggage. Side note, Deku and Fuyumi are kinda similar in their desire to repair relationships. I like that she’s the one to give him some credit. 

2, With the common terminology, this can be interpreted as Bakugou receiving a model for atonement, one that is about action, and nothing to do with receiving favor or forgiveness. It’s a sense of duty. 

Many of the above sentiments are repeated in the flashback conversation between All Might and Bakugou right before Bakugou’s sacrifice. 

Bakugou acknowledges his bullying and that it happened because of his own insecurities, but aside from that, it’s interesting he neither confirms nor denies All Might’s suggestion that he’s trying to atone, or that Deku doesn’t see it that way. All Might is a bit of an unreliable mentor sometimes, but I don’t think he’s misreading here. Rather, Bakugou is displaying his tendency to hold back when talking about things that would make him really emotional. Besides, admitting to what he’s doing kind of defeats the purpose. He isn’t seeking acknowledgement. All Might has gotten to the crux of the issue here when pointing out that Deku doesn’t recognize the atonement, likely because Deku doesn't think Bakugou even needs to atone. Am I reading into it too much to say Bakugou looks wistful at this? It’s kinda frustrating sometimes trying to interpret Bakugou’s actions because he’s so paradoxical. Loud and in your face, but also extremely reserved. Sometimes I feel like I’m grasping at thin air, but hey, being hard to figure out is part of his intrigue as a character. The simplest way to look at him is to assume that unless he’s really showing vulnerability, he’s probably deflecting and hiding something.

Speaking of Bakugou’s tendency to to hold back emotional stuff, there’s his apparent lack of issue with Deku calling him Kacchan. Maybe to begin with, in his warped perception of things where he thought they hated each other, Bakugou saw it as Deku’s way of getting back at him for calling him “useless,” and didn't dare give any indication that it actually bothered him. However... consider how betrayed Bakugou has appeared when he was noticeably thinking Deku was looking down on him- the bridge scene, and the beginning of their first year at UA when he thought Deku was hiding a quirk all along. He looks shocked and hurt. That kind of emotion couldn’t be invoked by someone Bakugou didn’t actually care about his relationship with. “Kacchan” comes from a long time ago, before their relationship was strained, so it’s connotations are pure. Maybe somewhere deep down, Bakugou has always been hoping that Deku’s continued use of the nickname was not simply a matter of habit or teasing, but a vestige of friendship they’re both clinging to, and Bakugou himself was too afraid to admit to himself that he felt this way about it, so he mostly ignored it. (These are not original thoughts I am having here lol, this is a common interpretation. I’m just laying everything out like I said.) 

And now we turn to the current situation. Personally, I’ve been looking frantically back and forth between them wondering who’s going to break down first (Deku vs. Kacchan Part 3, this time it’s just a fight to get the other person to cry? ha.) Both have looked like they’re approaching a breaking point for some time. Also, I’ve addressed this before, but I think it’s significant that Bakugou is no longer wearing his mask with his hero costume, in contrast to Deku recently donning his own. It feels symbolic of Bakugou about to be upfront about how he feels.

The question is, what is it going to take to get Deku to accept help? If you ask me, Deku has dug himself so deeply into the I’m-doing-this-for-everyone-else’s-safety-and-smiles hole, no common sense argument can possibly reach him. By the end of 320, Deku’s mask is off, and we can see how desperate he truly is. But he has not cried, yet. I predict we’re going to see a bit more of his defiance, this time on full display on his face as the remaining class members and his other friends take their turns. But then I think Bakugou has to be the one to break down so Deku can witness his actions having the opposite effect he intended. People have been pointing out that Deku is currently ignoring Bakugou, and oof, that’s gotta be intentional. Regardless of what Bakugou says, it’s going to be wrapped up not only in his understanding of Deku’s self-sacrifice, but also the betrayal Bakugou feels at being ignored/left behind that ironically echoes his previous perception of being looked down on, as well as a need to express how much he cares about Deku before it’s too late. He must show that the two of them are inseparable because they both act to save each other without thinking, and both feel like losing the other would be like dying themselves. All Might may have been right when he told them they could learn from each other after Deku vs. Kacchan Part 2, but he didn’t fully realize that idea by making sure they stuck by each other for support and balance. 

I can’t wait to see what it’ll be like when they do finally get to that point, totally in synch and in tune with each other. They’ll be a powerful force no one is quite prepared for. Who knows when that will be, or even which chapter will be their big showdown, but I know the day is coming.

To speculate even further, I think the 2nd user is going to be really important really soon. And no I don’t mean to suggest that the 2nd user is Bakugou. But I do think their resemblance is key. Okay this is gonna be convoluted...

See how 2nd is the only one still standing? I think that’s symbolic of him withholding his quirk. Deku may not even know what it is at this point, let alone have unlocked it. Given that 2nd approves of Deku’s strategy at this point, it seems odd for him to withhold his quirk based on lack of faith. I think if his quirk was something that would help Deku in combat, he would have shown it to him already like the others did. So what if those gauntlets of his are support items that are meant to make up for his lack of a combat-oriented quirk, rather than to augment it? Mind you, I still have no idea what his mysterious power might be, but I’m dead set on it not being explosion-y. Regardless, I think 2nd looking like Bakugou is more about aiding some grand visual parallel, so! You know how 2nd and 3rd were probably intending to do away with Yoichi but 2nd changed his mind as soon as they made eye contact? This is really a long shot, but I wonder if 2nd’s quirk has something to do with that exchange. Maybe it’s something psychological, or some 6th sense about people he meets. So... in that way 2nd’s quirk could play a role in bkdk reaching a deeper understanding? Idk! But it could be significant at least that 2nd left Yoichi’s question about why he reached out to him unanswered. 

One more thing- while I was gathering screenshots I found this. I think “you’re the last one I’m telling” might be foreshadowing for Bakugou revealing his hero name to Deku and it being a Big Deal:

As for other lingering threads in the overall plot right now, such as the UA traitor, Stain, whatever Tsuyu is apparently about to do, All Might’s car maybe in the background of the last page of 320... man I have no idea. All I know is there’s literally 320 chapters’ worth of build-up to this confrontation that can’t be interrupted. 

See you next week <3

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Goodbye [2/2]

➤ PART. 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 4.9K

Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of death

A/N: just a lot of angst (again)!!! thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback and the notes, the messages, everything was amazing so thank you so much, you guys have no idea how much it means to me to see you enjoy my writing!! I hope you guys like this final piece, as usual, let me know your thoughts 💖

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In. Out. In. Out.

Hotch had been trying to control his breathing by thinking about those words. Over and over again, non-stopping. The air seemed tinier, yet heavier. Too dense. Sitting at the passenger seat of an SUV, he looked out through the window to the fields that seemed to be passing by. Rossi was driving too fast, but Hotch wanted him to slow down. He did not want to get to their destiny. Had no intention of doing so.

The countryside of Oklahoma City was illuminated by the sunlight of the middle of the afternoon. Farm houses could be seen here and there, with people walking around, doing their jobs. Animals ate and walked around their owners lands. The world was in place, still spinning, and that felt wrong to Hotch. Extremely wrong. You were gone, the world was supposed to be a horrible place. Things couldn’t just go on like nothing had happened. It couldn’t.

He had accepted that when the line went silent before. You had said your goodbye. You were gone. He had lost you. After the rest of the team had left that room, to probably continue to work to take their minds elsewhere, he stayed there, unable to move. He stared to that phone, and a voice in his head said nothing would ever be the same again. He had survived through Hailey. Could he survive through this? Losing you? He doubted it. He really did.

He just wanted silence and to be alone. To mourn you unstoppably like he new you would not approve, but still, he had to. But then David had entered the room again and said that Garcia had something. And even though Hotch had said he wasn’t interested in knowing whatever it was, David told him anyway. He said that when she left the room, she tried to triangulate the source of the call and was able to narrow down the location to a certain region. From there, Emily helped her with the profile that had been built and Reid added it to his geographical profile. Turns out, they could find the origin of the call. The place where you were. Where you had been, at least.

Hotch had told them that he did not want to go. He did not want to go and see your dead body laying around, disposed like he had seen so many other victims before. To see it… he couldn’t. He told the others to go, to arrest the unsub, he did not care. Because even though he did promise you that he would catch the man, he couldn't do it then. He wanted nothing but you back, but that he couldn’t have. And that thought destroyed him.

He had been dragged to the car anyway, Morgan literally pulled him by the arm all the way out of the station. ‘(Y/N) made you promise to catch this guy and you did. Now you go and keep that promise' he had said firmly, and that phrase made Hotch’s chest ache even more than it already did.

As the fields continued to pass, he thought about all you had done together on the past few weeks. You had taken Jack to a park and made a picnic. He had found you asleep in his office and covered you with a blanket he had laid around from one of his to-go bags. You had shared a rushed meal on your way to the airport, just a couple of burgers and soda. You had placed fries in his mouth while he was driving and you both had laughed hard on that day.

“Aaron” his name was spoken just by his side. It brought him back to the hateful reality. He sighted heavily. Live in memories had never felt so good. Turning to his side, he saw that David was looking at him with a careful expression on his face. “We are here”

Those words took a few seconds to make sense. At first he just frowned, but then realization came and his eyes snapped through the window and he saw it. A barn, right next to a small farm house. Both looked old and abandoned, the field around had clearly not been taken care of for a long time now. It was there. You were there. Your body, that being.

He got out of the car before David could say anything else. Before he himself even realized what he was doing. His hand just opened the door of the SUV and his legs were set into motion, taking him out of the vehicle and advancing several steps in the direction of those two constructions. He felt like something was pulling him in that direction, even though he felt the urge to actually run in the opposite direction. Would he be able to ever forget the sight of your body if he found it?

“Hotch! Wait” one of the car’s doors was slammed behind him and then Morgan came running towards him and stopped at his front, putting a hand on his FBI vest to make him stop from going forward. “The unsub is probably armed. You can’t go in there like this”

“Right” he mumbled to himself, lowering his eyes to his waist where he always carried his gun. He took it in his hands, feeling the weight of it like he always did. His voice sounded strange, even to himself. It carried nothing. It was the sound a ghost would make if he could be heard. He did feel like a ghost, just not feeling the pass of time and seeming unaware of everything going around.

Morgan watched him carefully until Rossi, Prentiss and Reid joined them. All of them had their guns in hand and seemed more than ready to bring an end to that nightmare. Rossi was the one who took command of the situation. “Spencer and I will take the farm house. Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss, you take the barn. Be careful, okay?” Prentiss and Morgan nodded in agreement. Hotch did not do anything.

When Morgan and Prentiss moved, he moved. He followed them with calculated steps and an erratic breathing, that came from the sense of panic he was feeling growing little by little inside of him. He saw Morgan pushing the doors of the barn open. From holes in the roof, light illuminated the place that once might have been dark even during the day. He saw Prentiss pointing her gun around as she looked for anything suspicious or a movement of any nature. He walked along with them, pointing the gun randomly, mind fogged and confused. Morgan took the front. Prentiss the right. He went left, to the corners, and that’s when he saw. You.

The first thing he noticed was that you were wearing your dark blue jeans. He hadn’t noticed that before, when you had gone out to follow a lead, but now he did. You were laying on the cold ground, hair spreaded around in a mess that used to be in his pillows by the morning. Your white tank top was a complete mess, teared apart in the belly, where you had been stabbed at least three times. Blood. Blood everywhere. Your face was turned away from him.

He fell to his knees, just realizing such thing when the impact seemed to crawl all the way up to his brain. The tears he thought had ended, came back as if to prove a point to him and instantly started to fall down. Always falling down. He wanted to look away. He need to look away. But how could he do so? You were just laying there. Left behind like some broken object. You had without a doubt been treated as such by the unsub. He wanted to scream. He wanted to sob. But quickly he realized he couldn’t emit any sound. Wasn’t able to.

“Prentiss! Here!” Hotch heard Morgan scream suddenly and he watched as the agent ran towards your body and threw himself to his knees to grab your dead body and bring it towards him. “Dammit, (Y/N)” he said, in the verge of tears.

Hotch finally fell completely down and placed his arms on his knees, then leaned his head down on it. He stared at the could ground and cried. And cried. And cried some more.

“Oh my God” Prentiss said from a few feet away, then she ran towards Morgan and also leaned down, from the sounds Hotch heard. Silence filled the barn as the three of them tried to accept reality. Emily was crying hard when suddenly, she spoke again. “What?”

“(Y/N) has a pulse” Morgan said, his voice seeming to come from far, far away. It was unsure, did not have any confidence. But then after a few more seconds of silence, his voice grew louder. “Emily, it’s a pulse! Get Rossi and Reid here!”

Hotch heard with a confused mind as Prentiss ran away towards the entrance of the barn and shouted for the other two agents. Her voice echoed through the fields. As it did, Hotch raised his head slowly and looked back to where you were. Morgan held your body loosely against his chest, an exasperated expression on his features. His eyes were fixed on the leader of the unit. “Hotch, (Y/N) has a pulse!” as the words seemed to have no effect on the other, he became more desperate. “Hotch, (Y/N)'s alive! Alive, Hotch!”

Hotch got up to his feet and walked towards your body and Morgan, stopping himself from believing that. From having hope. Once close he went down on his knees again and from up close, he saw your face. Eyes closed, blood in the corners of your mouth. The mouth he had kissed so many times. The face he caressed with his fingertips whenever he could.

“Here, Hotch, give me your hand” Morgan demanded and before the other could even do so, he grabbed Hotch’s hand and pressed it to your neck. Your skin was cold. It frightened him. He was about to move his hand away when he felt it. Just a little pumping under his finger. A pulse.

“Alive” he mumbled to himself, trying to set his mind straight. Trying to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t gone. You could still be saved.

“Yes, Hotch, alive!” Morgan smiled out of pure joy as he passed your body into Hotch’s arms and quickly took off his vest and then shirt. With a lot of skill he wrapped the clothing around your bleeding stomach, doing the best he could to prevent the bleeding from keep happening. “We have to get to an hospital”

It was as if Hotch had just been struck by a lightning. He felt filled with an odd energy, that set him into motion in an instant and made him get up with you wrapped in his arms carefully. He ran out of the barn as fast as he could without wanting to hurt you more, passing by Rossi and Reid on the way. “To the car. Now! We have to go!” the firmness in his voice, going back to how it usually was, made the others move as well.

He got in the back of the SUV with you still in his arms. Reid got to the passenger’s seat and Morgan got the wheel and set the car in movement as fast as he could. Rossi and Prentiss took the other vehicle. “Garcia!” Reid’s voice was loud and filled with urgency. “I need you to give me directions to the closest hospital to where we are. Now!” a few silent seconds. “(Y/N) has a pulse”

Hotch had his eyes sat on your face as all of that happened, fingertips running through your face and hair as he fought back more tears. Hope. He had to grab himself to hope right now that it was possible. Your breathing was barely there, chest almost not moving at all. But it was still there.

Still there.

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“What about the unsub?” J.J asked the others, with her arms crossed over her chest and a heavy look on her face. Just the mention of that man disgusted her.

Hotch sat at one of the hospital's reception chairs, elbows on his knees and eyes on the too clean floor. So different from the barn's. Hours had passed since he had stormed into the E.R with you in his arms. Hours had passed since you had been taken to surgery and disappeared through many doors with doctors all around you. He hadn’t had news since. Any. At all. So all he did was sit there and wait, hoping, praying, wishing and listening to the others talking, without saying anything.

“I found him” Morgan, who now wore a shirt Garcia had brought to him on her way there, said, and Hotch could feel his stare upon himself from the corner of his eye. Even though he was not looking at them, he did pay some attention to that part of the conversation. Honestly, the unsub had not even crossed his mind until J.J mentioned him. All his focus was on you. “He was dead. Shot in the stomach. Bled out. For the way there was a gun left a few feet away from his body, my guess is that (Y/N) managed to shot him before or after being stabbed. He tried to leave by the back exit of the barn, but didn’t make it”

“Good” Reid said with conviction, getting nods of agreement from both David and J.J. He had his hands on the front pockets of his pants and his eyes kept on going to the door through where doctors had been coming to notify other people about their loved ones. He was impatient. Everyone was.

“(Y/N)'s a fighter” Prentiss said in a proud tone. She had been unable to keep a smile away from her lips from the very moment Morgan had said you had a pulse. Even though she was still worried if you would pull through, she was hopeful. Maybe too hopeful, but no one could blame her right then.

“Hey” the proximity of the voice made Hotch raise his eyes, only to be met by J.J's sight standing by his side, lips squeezed in a thin line and hair tugged behind her ears. She sat at the empty chair beside his and joined her hands over her lap. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m not” Hotch pressed his palms together, sighting heavily. They were sweaty, shaking quite a bit. He squeezed them, trying to stop that from happening. “J.J, what if…”

“Stop” the blonde cut him short, so firmly that he fixed his eyes on her in surprise. She was determined, like she usually was when she decided the case they would be working on nextly. “Don’t go there. Don’t torture yourself like that. (Y/N) is going to pull through”

“Are you sure about it?” the question was made weakly, tone just above a whisper. Maybe not even to her. It was more like a unstoppable thought that he desperately wanted to shake away.

J.J opened her mouth to try to formulate an answer but before she could the doors Reid kept on watching were opened and a doctor in scrubs passed through them. He looked around the reception and then fixed his eyes on the FBI team. He started walking towards them.

Hotch got to his feet and started to walk forward, to meet the doctor halfway. The doctor sat his eyes on his face. Even though Hotch was a profiler, in that moment he had no clue what that man was going to say to him.

It scared the hell out of him.

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You opened your eyes slowly, to then quickly shut them again. The light. It hurt. It was too bright. You tried to take a deep breath. It also hurt. You set your breathing into shallow ones, those you could handle for now. After several moments, you tried to open your eyes again, right eye before the left one. ‘Baby steps', you thought to yourself, mind a bit fogged and confused.

It took some time, but then the place you were in started to get into focus. The walls were extremely white. You were laying in something soft. Soft. So different from the barn. The barn… suddenly the pain you were feeling made sense. You had been stabbed. Did you die? Had that been it? Falling into unconsciousness and everything just stopped? Just like that?

“(Y/N)?” the voice was so sudden it scared you. Made your eyes snap to your left side and then you saw him. Sitting at a chair, elbows resting on the bed you were on. His face was close, eyes incredibly red making it clear that he had been crying. Short hair a bit messy, so unlike the usual organization he always valued. “(Y/N)?”

“A-Aaron?” your voice sounded shaky, deep. Your throat was very dry, and you could feel it burning a bit, as if you had just taken a shot of whiskey. Oh, you could really use one of those.

He smiled, chuckling a bit as his eyes got filled with tears. He fought with them for a second, trying to hold them back. “I’m here, babe. I’m right here” one of his hands travelled to the top of your head and he kept it softly there, stroking the strands of your hair gently.

“How…?” the question died in your dry throat, as you frowned, looking for a possible answer. A thought occurred to you and it made you stare at him in fear. “Hotch, if you died too, I’m going to be really pissed”

He chuckled a bit. God, that did sound exactly like something you would say. Even haven just gotten out of a major risk surgery. “I’m not dead. Neither are you” he saw the relief in your features and smiled. He thought about the fact that he probably had never given someone a smile as pure as that one. How he was feeling… he couldn’t even begin to describe it.

“B-but the call… the barn…” you began, because that did not make sense at all. You remembered perfectly making that call, saying your goodbyes to him and the team. How could you have survived that, when you had already admitted to have been beaten?

“Garcia triangulated the call. She narrowed the location. Reid used his geographical profile and the others crossed references with men with criminal records in the area” the words just slipped across his lips, one after the other. Now that he knew you were okay, he stopped to think about how great had been the other’s work. If they hadn’t done that… well, he tried to push away that terrible thought. “They found your location. They found you”

“They?” you echoed his saying, confused by the choice of words. Usually, there wasn’t a 'we' in that team. It was a 'we'. And 'we' only.

Hotch swallowed dry at the questioning. He averted his eyes from yours and being a profiler, you recognized that body language. He was embarrassed. Feeling guilty. “After your call, I… I lost my ground. I froze” he squeezed his lips on a thin line. “They did everything on their own, I helped with nothing. In the barn, when we found your b-body” he struggled with the word for a bit. “Derek was the one who approached you and noticed you had a pulse. I had given up hope. All I did was sit down and cry” he sighted heavily, obviously trying not to cry right then and there. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I should have reacted. I shouldn’t have sent you out there in the first place, it was my fault”

“Aaron” you slowly managed to move your hand enough to grab his, that still stood in the bed. Your touch on his skin finally made his gaze travel back to your face. You felt that usual spark of excitement when your eyes met. “Nothing is your fault. You were in shock. If this happened to you, I would have reacted in the exact same way. So, please, don’t go there” he nodded in agreement, but you could see that he would struggle with the matter still. For how much you knew him, you guessed that for quite a long time. However, you would be there for him. As you thought everything that had happened, you suddenly got agitated. “What about the unsub? Did you get him?”

“You were the one who got him, babe” Hotch said, and his words made more memories come into place. The stabbing. The fact that when that man was about to pull away from your bloodied body, you grabbed his gun and managed to shoot him. Just a single press to the trigger, that took all the strength you still had. You could still hear that awful sound ringing inside your head.

“I shot him” you said, and he nodded in confirmation.

“He tried to run, but I suppose you got one of his main organs. He died right there, a few feet away from where you were” he told, Morgan’s speech from earlier becoming quite useful. In that moment, he was grateful for having paid attention at all.

You had killed him. You did that. You won. “Good” was the only thing you said, and he chuckled. You smiled softly at him. “What?”

“Reid said the exact same thing” he said, still stroking your hair.

“Reid” you echoed the Doctor’s name, thinking about him and the others. About how much you would like to see them. In that barn, you had realized just how much you loved all of those people. People who used to be only your co-workers in the beginning of that job, but now were your family. “I-is the team here? Can I see them?”

“I’ll tell them to come in right now” Hotch kissed your forehead for a long moment, got up from his chair and disappeared through an open door in the corner of the room. Looking around the white walls and being able to hear only your own shallow breathing, you instantly wished to not have sent him out. You feared that being alone, would send you right back at that barn with nobody but that man. The unsub.

Before you could start to really panic though, Hotch got back, passing by the door. But this time, he was accompanied by the others.

“There you are” Emily was the first one to approach your bed, smiling like you had never seen her smile before. She seemed radiant, utterly happy. The fact that it was because of you, warmed your heart. “I knew you would pull through. You’re a badass” she got your hand in hers and squeezed it tightly, making you smile.

“Hey, sibling. I’m glad you’re okay” Spencer was the next one to approach you, as Emily got a spot close to one of the white walls. His saying was clearly a reference to the fact that you had said to consider him the 'brother' you never had, and that made you realize something.

“Y-you all heard that call?” you asked, looking around the room, to all of those familiar faces.

“Every single word” David confirmed your theory, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “We’re sorry for invading your privacy like that, but… honestly we couldn’t leave. And Aaron… it was better not to leave him alone in there” he looked at his side at Hotch, who had crossed his arms over his chest and was looking a the floor for a few seconds.

“I’m glad you didn’t” you said to David and your words made Hotch’s eyes raise to meet your face again. As you smiled reassuringly, he was able to smile too.

“And as for me marrying again, I’m not going to promise anything. What if I met a person who would be an wonderful ex?” Rossi said, making everyone roll their eyes and laugh. You tried to laugh, but your chest hurt too much, so you turned out to just cough a bit.

Hotch reassumed his position at the chair by your bed on that exact moment. “Don’t push too hard” his hand went back to your hair, as you agreed. ‘Baby steps', you reminded yourself.

J.J then came close, eyes filled with tears. She touched your arm gently, smiling. “I’m so glad you’re fine” she leaned down, kissed your forehead and then stepped back as you were only able to smile at her.

“I already made you three playlists” Penelope said as she was the one who now approached you, her eyes were red. She had clearly been crying very recently. You wished you could hug her. “One for your time here in the hospital, one for your recovery time at home and one for when you get back to work. I tried to include versions of Hotch singing 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' or 'Every breath you take', but he didn’t think my idea was too great, so” she shrugged, in that good humored way of hers. You fought back the urge to laugh. The others did.

“Now that, would be stuff I wish to hear” you looked over at Hotch, smiling. He mumbled 'not going to happen' in a serious, smiling way that made you bite back a laugh. You looked back at Penelope, reaching your hand out to hers. She grabbed it. “Thank you, Penelope. Thank you so much”

As she stepped back, you saw Derek standing behind her. His expression was serious, a bit sad even. As he got close, you saw that he was squeezing his lips tightly. “You do know you scared the hell out of me out there, right?” After you mumbled out a ‘sorry’, he grabbed your hand. “Now, you focus on getting better so we can have those pizza nights you talked about”

“Now that’s a plan” you said, and he nodded in agreement, face cracking up in a smile. You felt good from seeing him smile. After a few more seconds Derek stepped back too, and you looked at all of them, standing there, watching over you. “Thank you, guys. For finding me. For caring. For… for everything” you took a breath as deep as you could take, trying not to let tears fall down. “Now please, go to the hotel, rest. I know you’re all probably extremely tired”

“Actually, due to your physical work preparation, we could have more eight sleepless hours before…” Spencer said, and hearing him rambling like that again felt as music to your ears. Seeing the look in your voice though, very serious about them going to get some rest, he stopped talking.

“We will be back first thing in the morning” J.J assured, with that defining tone of hers that let you no doubt she would keep that promise.

“At the very first light” David agreed.

“Don't go out killing bad guys without us in the meantime” Emily winked at you, still smiling.

“We love you” Derek said, seriously.

“And I love you all” you said, running your eyes through all of them. Then, you watched as one by one, they left the room and then it was like it had been in the beginning, just you and Hotch. You closed your eyes for a long moment, just enjoying the feeling of his touch in your hair. When you opened them again, you met his gaze. “It’s selfish, but c-can you stay?”

Hotch stared at you as if you had just told him the most absurd thing in the world. “(Y/N), did you really think I would leave? I’m not getting out of here until you do” the sight of satisfaction you emitted could not have been held back.

“We can share the bed” you suggested, smiling.

“I’m completely fine with this chair” he kissed one of your hands, bringing it close to his lips before placing it down again, with his over yours. You saw a thought run through his features and before you could ask, he spoke his mind. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?” you were speechless, incapable of saying anything. You thought how much your admittance on the call to having found the ring would have hurt him. “I had the ring in that drawer for months now. With the job, and everything… I was waiting for the perfect moment to ask but almost losing you like this made me realize that there is no such thing. My perfect is whenever I’m with you. And that’s what I want. I want to marry you”

Hearing that, you could no longer stop the tears. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you”

Hotch smiled, chuckling too. His eyes were filled with tears. “Good, because I was beginning to think that you had only accepted because you were in the verge of dying”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled back. “How did you guess?”

He chuckled a bit more and then kissed your forehead again, like he had done before. “I love you”

Looking at him, the man you loved, you thought about how lucky you were. To have him. To be alive. To have that team. Being so close to dying like that, made you see just how important what you did was. You put away bad people, like the man who had kidnapped you. You saved others. And to be honest, you couldn’t wait to get back on the job.

“I love you too”

[klbwriting]

Unexpected Allies - Epilogue

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: just a little wrap up that maybe opens the door for more fun with these two

Note: there is like the most casual mention of smut in this, I hope you don’t mind!  

Taglist:  @mcntsee @amwitherspoon @cxlpxrnia @fcvcritecrime​ @aysegust​ @sagewrites111​ @spawn0fsatan​ @itsemy01 @thedelusionreaderbitch

I literally just wanted an excuse to use this GIF 

              Kaz groaned softly as he lay back on the bed, sweat dripping, Y/N falling forward, lying next to him, both of them fully satisfied. She let an arm fall across his naked chest and traced some of his scars.  He couldn’t lie, the Little Palace bed was perfect for a tumble, and ever since their first day there they had been taking advantage of the room.   Y/N still hadn’t given an answer to being queen and Kaz had a feeling she would be waiting until the last possibly moment.  

              “You know, I think that is my favorite part about meeting you,” Y/N said, kissing his shoulder.  “Totally worth the wait.”  He smirked a little.  Their first night Y/N had slept soundly for the first time in weeks and Kaz hadn’t left her side.  The next day seemed like even more work, meetings, greeting the other armies officially, and so many people wanted to meet Y/N that Kaz had barely had any time with her.  So after dinner when she found him in the hallway he had whisked her away, wasting no time after getting back in their room.  Kaz hadn’t thought much about tumbling with anyone before Y/N, his interest in most women fading quickly once money wasn’t involved.  But after a night with Y/N, he didn’t think he wanted to do anything for the foreseeable future.  

              “We need to get up, you promised to give an answer about leading Ravka today,” he said, not moving in the slightest.   Y/N sighed and pushed off the bed, moving to dress. Kaz watched her, admiring her once again.  She looked and caught him staring and raised her eyebrow.  “What? Not everyday I’m in bed with a naked queen.”

              “Actually, that’s been your entire life for the past month and a half,” she laughed.  She finished dressing and looked at him.  “You coming Rietveld?” He rolled his eyes and stood, but he no longer hated when she called him that.  He was sliding on his shirt when he knocked his jacket off the dresser, a small box falling from the pocket.  He froze when Y/N picked it up and opened it.  “Kaz…”

              “I wanted you to make your decision first…without me being involved,” he tried to explain.  She looked at him, eyes soft.

              “Kaz, we both know that I’m not cut out for this life and neither are you, we both need to be out there, causing trouble for everyone else, so if you want to ask me something, I would ask it,” she said, tossing him the box.  He pulled out a black ring with a ruby stone.  He had stolen it from the old royal jewels that were stored in the Little Palace, knowing that in Ravka it was traditional to have a ring when proposing.

              “You know I’m not going to get on a knee or anything,” he said.  She laughed. “But, Y/N, I can’t stay here, and neither can you so how about we get married quick and then run away?  Get on a boat to Kerch and never look back?”  She smiled and nodded.

              “Let’s do all that and cause some chaos in the process,” she said, holding out her hand.  Kaz slid on the ring and wrapped his arms around her.  

              “We should tell Inej and Mal first, considering they’re mostly in charge,” he said.   Y/N nodded.

              “Also, they’re sharing a room now so easier to find,” she said casually.  Kaz snapped his head to look at her.  This was new, he hadn’t realized anything was going on between them but apparently the Wraith was keeping her secrets close.  “What?  I saw them leaving his room this morning and well, they had the same look we probably are wearing right now.”

              Kaz had barely had time to recover from this new information when Y/N was dragging him out of the room.  They found Mal’s room and knocked.  Mal opened the door a little, shirtless and Kaz could see he was pretending to have been sleeping.

              “Ok, come on we know Inej is in there,” Y/N said. Mal just pretended to be confused. “Ok fine, I don’t care, tomorrow me and Kaz are getting married, be there.”

              “Tomorrow?” Mal asked. Kaz looked at Y/N with a smile.

              “Yes, we are getting married and also we are going to recommend that you and Inej run Ravka with the leaders council,” she said.  “I don’t want to be queen, I’m not a queen.” Mal sighed.  

              “Ok, well congratulations anyway, making a huge mistake with this guy but have fun,” Mal said with a smile.   Y/N punched his shoulder softly.

              “By Inej!” Kaz called into the room.

              “Congratulations…” she called back, still out of sight. Y/N and Kaz laughed, his arm going around her as they went to find the other Dregs at breakfast.  

              Nina, Jesper, and Wylan were excited to see the ring, Jesper bragging about how he made it before Kaz told the truth about stealing it. Matthias glowered.

              “A demon and a witch…this is going to be a disaster,” he grumbled.  Nina nudged him and he smiled at little.  

              “Also, we’re leaving tomorrow night, 12 bells, if you’re coming meet at the old palace, we’re going back to Ketterdam to see how they’re rebuilding,” Kaz said.  “Get in on the ground floor and run the Barrel again.”  Nina shook her head.

              “I think Matthias and I are going to stay here,” she said.  “Settle down now.”   Y/N hugged her friend tightly.  “I’ll miss you guys though.  Is Inej going?”

              “We didn’t tell her.  She’s loyal and I know she would go with me if I asked but she’s happier here where she can make a good difference in the world,” Kaz said.  “Jesper, Wylan, you coming?”

              “Hell yes we are, I have to be honest, I need to get out of here,” Jesper said.

              “Only because you owe so many people money,” Wylan muttered, earning him a nudge from his boyfriend.

                The joining was small, only the Dregs and Mal, and as soon as it was over Kaz and Y/N packed to leave.   Y/N glanced at Kaz’s bag, noticing it was already full and he was trying to shove in a vase from the Darkling’s office.  

              “Here, I stole some smaller items,” Y/N said, opening her almost empty bag.  Kaz glanced inside and saw the entirety of the crown jewels sitting at the bottom.  “Their mistake for giving me unlimited access.” Kaz smirked and put the vase in the bag before kissing her deeply.  They heard 12 bells strike and headed to the old palace.  Jesper, Wylan, and Inej were there waiting.  Inej looked to Kaz a little annoyed.

              “Did you think you could sneak away without even a goodbye to me?” she asked.  Kaz looked a little guilty.  

              “I didn’t want to make you choose…”      

              “I wasn’t going to choose you Kaz, not anymore,” she said.  “But I hope you’ll come and visit sometime now that the Fold is out of the way.”  Kaz shrugged and then felt the little Suli woman hug him tight.  He was surprised but wrapped his arms around her also.  “I will miss you Kaz Brekker.  Don’t screw up with Y/N, remember she can kill you.”  Inej turned to Y/N and hugged her also.  “Keep him safe or remember that I can kill you.”  

              “You are amazing Inej, I will miss you so much,” Y/N said, hugging her.  “Come on, we should go, there’s a sand skiff leaving for the True Sea this afternoon and we want to be on it.”  The four Dregs headed to the stables, stealing themselves some horses before riding off to find home.

[kikikittykis]

So Your Not From This World and Your Family are Hunters of the Supernatural

(Xiao x Reader)

Summary: Xiao and (Y/N) talk about her family on the roof of Wangshu Inn

Fandom: Genshin Impact and Supernatural

Pairing: Xiao x Reader

Characters: Xiao and Winchesters are mentioned also the reader

Genre: IDK

Warnings: Talk of death, fire, curses and Family issues

Wordcount: not sure

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“Xiao tested the waters of the sound of it. “You know Xiao, There is something I never told you about myself” (Y/N) said to Xiao as the two of them sat on top of The Wangshu Inn’s roof.

Xiao turned towards (Y/N), and then said “What is it, that you haven’t told me.” Xiao was worried on the inside. That (Y/N) was hiding something from him. But Xiao didn’t say anything, instead he just held those feelings in until more than likely they would come out badly, later in the week or perhaps within the next month or so. Who knows when this will happen only that when it does bubble over it will be quite a few feelings at once.

“Xiao, before I tell you this I want you to know that, I never truly wanted to hide this information about my family from you” “It was never my intention” (Y/N) told Xiao. (Y/N) turned to face Xiao and looked him dead in the eye then she said; “My Family isn’t like the other families, As a kid I wasn’t raised like a kid, I was raised as a soldier, My father his name was John Winchester, he never acted like a dad only similarly like a freaking military superior” “My brothers and I are hunters Xiao, we track, hunt and kill monsters and even biblical demons who lurk in the night and kill humans”

“Why is that such a big secret? My title is literally ``Conqueror of Demons as an Adeptus, we both were trained to kill” Xiao said, understanding what (Y/N) was feeling and saying.

“Because Xiao, I’m not even from Teyvat, I’m from an alternate universe, where there are no visions and our god, he is gone, disappeared from the world like Barbatos to Monstadt.” “Xiao I also know that you’ve been worried about me leaving you because of being a human, you’re stuck with me Xiao, I won’t age or die from time. I was cursed by a witch I was hunting when I was around 16. I think Sam and Dean were still pretty young then. I only aged a little bit because the curse only sets in when your body is at its peak” (Y/N) said. Xiao was surprised and was agitated that (Y/N) hadn’t told him earlier that she would never die of old age.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Xiao asked for once actually knowing what to say and being able to keep his head cool. (Y/N) was the only one who could always soften him and keep him calm when something was going on. But it wasn’t always like this at one time. She couldn’t make him feel calm and able to tolerate being around her so much in the beginning.

“I thought about telling you many times, but I didn’t want to tell you and then break up soon after” (Y/N) said telling Xiao her reason for hiding this bit of key information from him.

“So you didn’t think we’d make it as a couple?” Xiao said, turning away from (Y/N) and looking at his feet as he held his knees, where he sat next to (Y/N) on the roof of Wangshu Inn.

“Xiao this was before I got to know you and back then I wasn’t very good at getting close to people.” (Y/N) said. Her life wasn’t easy growing up, her mother died when she was eight killed by the Yellowed Demon, who made her father obsessed with finding it and killing it and thus raising his kids as hunters, to kill without question. The demon’s name was now known as Azazel.

(Y/N) got shoved into this Universe just after Castiel had joined her brothers in stopping Michael and Lucifer. When the Yellow eyed demon Azazel killed Mary Winchester, he also cursed the youngest of the “happy” family Sam and fed Sam his blood. Which gave Sam demonic powers. Though now he could no longer access them unless he drinks Demon Blood. Luckily he no longer drinks the blood so thus has no access to the powers.

There were side effects from the demon blood, it changed Sam’s personality and the demon blood also acts just like an addiction. Well is an addiction. Once you start drinking the blood it’s hard to stop drinking, which leads to many things (Y/N) would rather not talk about.

“So you didn’t really have much experience with humans earlier like me” Xiao said.

“I suppose you're right Xiao, I don’t have much experience. Growing up I decided not to join any school nor was I popular in school, I was always just the new kid in town, cause I was always on the move. Never in one place for very long, So yeah I didn’t make any friends much less romantic partners in my life. All because of John Winchester”

“Your father wasn't very good was he?” Xiao said

“Oh yeah, my father was never there for me, my only true family, that I was close with was Sam and Dean, Sam left for a school and Dean followed dad”

“What did you do then?” Xiao asked

“I went my own way, hunted on my own without my dad or Dean, and it was nice” (Y/N) said. “Hey look up Xiao it's a shooting star better make a great wish” (Y/N) pointed to the sky where a flash went across the stars. It was very beautiful as it shot across the sky, quickly and then disappeared into the night.

“Why do you humans wish upon these stars?” Xiao asked, wanting to know about this human tradition.

“I’m not exactly sure Xiao, I suppose it’s just a superstition that if you wish upon a shooting it might just come true” (Y/N) told Xiao,

“Really well then I might as well wish, my wish is that you’ll stay with me as long as you can” Xiao said to (Y/N). He looked at them as if they were the prettiest person in the whole wide world.

“Xiao your not supposed to tell me your wish but, I’m going to try to stay with you as long as I can but one day. I might have to leave to go back to my world, and if you want when that happens you’re welcome to come along” (Y/N) said and they scooted closer to Xiao. Only to lay their head on his shoulder. They felt his body stiffen up and then relax into their head on his shoulder.

“I shall think about it, but as an Adeptus Liyue needs me” Xiao said.

“Why don’t you at least take a break for awhile” (Y/N) proposes to Xiao

“A Break“ Xiao tested the waters with what (Y/N) had said

“Yeah Xiao, when the time comes leave with me for a while and then come back to your duties, and if you can come back then so will I. Cause we're in this together” (Y/N) said to Xiao and smiled at him.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Clark Kent imagine

Author note: I cannot remeber writing this..and since i haven’t wrote anything for a while. I figure hey why not!!!!! So Sorry if it doesn’t make sense LOL 😂😂 I will be posting more soon promise.!!

Did i proof read: .... I honestly dont remember writing this soo.. you BET your tooth i didn’t proof read

Rating: fluffy!

Fandom: DC

God your such a big Dork!”

Laughing loudly your sides hurt , Clark just tripped and slide right into a lamp and somehow managed for the shade too be on. His head. You reached over helping him chuckling softly tracing your hands over his broad shoulders making sure he wasn’t hurt. Those Hurting Clark was physically impossible. You still worry.

He chuckled softly saying sorry, you just laughed giving him a quick kiss on the shoulder as you shifted too move too your sofa.

Loving Superman had it’s perks and downsides, the biggest one was that Loris Lane was Furious that you “stole” her profit. Clark always said that Louis never abused their relationship too get articles or too gain more popularity. But she was literally the Only reporter in the entire City that Had Full access too the most talked about man in the entire world.Getting raises left and right when She got a “in-depth “ conversation with Superman and ally he deets on a attack. Whatever way Clark spelt it out. You hated that she abused her relationship for gain at work. It felt wrong. She was literally Sleepign with the subject too information.

It didn’t help that your relationship with her was tense even before you knew she knew about Clarks double life. You were one of the few humans too know about Clarks ability before he became Superman. You grew up right down the road from Clark, same grade, best friends all thru school. Clark would show off his powers too you when you were younger and you were the only one outside he’s family too know. After he left and ran off too find himself you stayed and helped his mom and then Superman arrived and you reconnected with your oldest friend and you moved toot he city after a awful breakup and you just always were around. And Louis hated it. You tried too be friendly towards her. But once Clark discovered she was In bed with lex Luther. (Right in the middle of the Act.) he was furious And heartbroken and he broke up with her and you were secretly glade you didn’t have too pretend too be friends with her anymore.

Dating the man of steel happened so naturally you can’t even remember when it started or how it started who made the first move it just felt Right. Clark was smiling cupping your face looking at you “what you thinking about?”

Poking his stoumch you look up at him grinning, “how I’m so lucky too have my Dork.” He chuckled reaching over kissing your head. “I have too go surveillance with Bruce you be alright tonight?”

Nodding your head weakly. You were use too having too share Clark with the world. Honestly how can you complain when he’s Saving the literally world?

“Oh Ask Bruce How The Hell do you connect the light too the speakers? Too do that flashy thing.he’s instructions Suck!”

He chuckled saying okay.

He walked off. As you grinned excited too have the apartment too yourself. You walked over too your room getting out of your Jeans and into Shorts and a shirt of clarks you always steal it had he’s favourite football team. Making dinner for you, and a dessert. You grabbed your Tablet (making sure too put sticky tack on both lenses after reading how easily the cameras’ are hacked you always put Sticky tack on it if your gonna watch something in the tub.

Getting the Tub ready you started binge watching a the musketeers. When you finished having a relaxing bath you got into your cloths again and watched it on the tv. The actors were Hot as Hell. And the voices. Melting! Clark had that affect on you. He’s voice was smooth and deep and Hot. Those every aspect of your boyfriend is Hot.

You looked around realizing the place was empty as you went too the freezer as you pulled out your container of Icing. Before retuning too the sofa and warming it up as you had your spoon from your ice cream and mixed it as you watched tv. An hour passed when jumped gasping at some scenes. Then you heard the deep chuckle of your boyfriend.

“what are you doing?” You turned looking at Clark seeing him in his uniform as you had a spoon sticking out of your mouth as you spoke, “I’m- what are you doing here? I thought you were going too be late?”

“I came too check on you- what are you watching?” Getting up as you grabbed the icing container as you spoke, “Mustkeers.- what- aren’t you suppose too be hanging with a bat?” He chuckled walking over pulling you into a deep kiss it was unexpected as he pulled back as he spoke, “good icing.” You laughed hitting his softly as he grinned holding your head. “You smell nice.”

“had a bath with my good stuff.” He chuckled softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“thank you.”

“For. Bathing?”

Clark chuckled kissing your forehead as he spoke, “No for being you.”

“thank you?”

He kissed you again before dashing off as you got ready for bed.

Standing in the shower in the morning getting cleaned you turned seeing Clark standing in the bathroom smiling as you spoke ‘what?”

Seeing him pulling off his Shirt, which even after a year of dating. Still left you breathless seeing him shirtless. He was curved and caved from the Gods! It still took you back that he was yours. That this guy. Who looks like a god, has powers As if he was one. Was your you giggled seeing him quickly undress and Joining you in the shower. Quickly pulling you into a deep Kiss,

Perfection can only last for so Long.

It was wrong place at the wrong time. You were In a Church helping your friend choose a location for her wedding when a machine came Crashing into the Chapel destroying it. And the impact flung you backwards and you were pierced thru the stoumch by a pipe it slipped thru you like butter. You were pinned too the wall as you looked up seeing Lex Luther appear from the robotic machine he laughed loudly seeing you.

Superman arrived instantly you saw him just in time too loose vision from loosing so much blood. You heard him screaming No! As you drift.

Clark Dashed over too you seeing you impaled and pinned too the wall. He’s screams broke windows of the church as he fell down onto his knees realizing that you were gone. The girl who Never treated him like anything then a boy. The boy she has known her whole life. Who once learning about everything about him. Simply asked if she kissed him could she get the ability too be super strong. The girl who use too help him practice how too control who would sneak over too play with him. Who was his first kiss. The women who idea of a fun night in is. Watching a fantasy show and be bare legged and as comfy as possible. Clark felt his soul breaking seeing you. The Girl he was going too marry.have a family with.

“Opps.”

Luther said giddy seeing Clark in so much pain. Before Clark could find the strength too move. Luther dissapeared.

Clark screamed NO. You were gone..

Weeks passed with No sighting of Luther, Bruce ended up going toot he funeral, so did Diana , and Berry who you once meeting the flash instantly wanted too bet that Clark was faster. And you and him would have in debut conversations about Harry Potter. Wonder women was close with you also. You worked in a museum , and she would telly you stories a bout the greek gods. And the Amazon women. Cyborg was amazed a girl of this time. Couldn’t figure out how too do anything technical. You were as clueless as a 80 year old man trying too make a call on a smart phone.

Arther arrived toot he funeral with the others as he stood up too talk.the funeral was beauitful, and the wake was Sad. Clark’s Mom invited all the justice league too her house. Where Clark was staying since Luther has been MIA.

“when I first met that feisty women. She asked if I could really talk too whales and asked what they liked talking about. Then she told me I this insane theory of whales being fictional. Apparently that girl lived on the coast for two years. And Never saw a whale.Clark took her too my dads lighthouse and I got a few too pop up too show them off. I never seen a happier person in my life. She acted like a kid on Christmas Day .she was- something special.”

They all chuckled as Clark was silent holding his hands tightly as Diana stood up. “When I first met Y/N. she was covered head too toe in dirt and Mud. She was playing football with Clark.- She looked like the happiest girl in the world. I knew excatly at that moment she was madly in love. I remember looking like that at Steve. She asked me too help scare Clark it was- apparently her mission in life too scare him Once.-“ Diana went quite Seeing Clark was stiff. She knew excatly how he felt. Hallow inside with going thru the motion.

Bruce was about too speak when the front door opened. Seeing Y/N covered in dirt. You stood in the front entrance covered in dirt wearing the dress you were buried in. You coughed loudly as Clark Rushed over too you griping your face tightly, “how- How is this possible?”

“what the hell happened?”

Everyone looked at each other stunned as Diana heard a fast beating sound.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Clark was crying too hard too hear anything as Diana stepped over as she kneeled down pressing her ear too your stomach.

“it’s a heartbeat.”

“WHAT?” Gasping loudly as Clark was too stunned too take any of that information in. But your ears were working. “Shut up no it’s not! I- I was. In the church wasn’t I when that bastered- how- I woke up in the graveyard what the fuck! Is going on?!”

“how did you get out of the grave.. you were just Barried this morning.”

Rolling your shoulders you shook your head, “I woke up up above ground.. I wans’t- you buried me? What the Hell why!” You hit Clark as he gripped your face tightly as he spoke, “you scared the Shit outta me! How- I don’t understand you were died.”

You rolled your shoulders, “Don’t look at me! The last thing I remember was being in the church.. what- what happened?”

“you died..But I think your baby protected you.”

That’s when Clarks ears started working as he turned too wonderwomen. “Excuse me? Baby?”

“Oh Boy..’

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Back at it again with my self-indulgent comic posts. This time! It’s Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #3, perhaps the most tonally-distinct entry yet, with shades of The Twilight Zone. 

Spoilers!

So, as mentioned, this issue is the most deliberate in terms of both its pacing and its tone, IMO.

What is that tone, you ask?

To quote Alex Danvers, from “Midvale”: Hello, darkness.

THE STORY:

Kara and Ruthye are still looking for Krem Clues in the alien town of Maypole.

(Which is actually just Small Town, USA, complete with vintage 50s aesthetics.)

But the locals are clearly hiding something! So Kara and Ruthye continue to investigate, and they eventually discover what it was that the residents of Maypole were so keen to keep hidden. 

Genocide, basically. 

As I said, this issue struck me as very Twilight Zone; a genre story involving the build-up to a dark twist, all set against the backdrop of an idyllic small town. (Think, like, “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street” but instead of focusing on the Red Scare, it’s classism and racism.)

The wealthier blue aliens kicked all of the purple aliens out of town, and when space pirates showed up to pillage and plunder, the blue aliens made a deal with them: the lives of the purple aliens in exchange for their safety.  

Which is where the episodic story connects to the larger mission; it was Krem who suggested the trade, and then joined up with the Brigands (space pirates) when he was freed by the blue aliens.

The issue ends with no tidy resolution to the terrible things Kara and Ruthye discovered, but they do have a lead on where to find Krem, now, as well as Barbond’s Brigands.

KARA-CTERIZATION:

Ironically, it’s here, in the darkest chapter yet, that we get the closest to what might be considered ‘classic’ Kara. 

Which I think comes down to that aforementioned deliberate pace--this issue is a little slower, a little quieter. It gives the characters some room to breathe.

That’s not to say Crusty Kara is gone. Oh no. She is still very much Crusty. XD 

But anyways. A list! Of Kara moments I loved!

I mentioned a few of these in a prior post when the preview pages came out: I like the moment where Kara blows down the guy’s house of cards, and I like that the action is echoed later in the issue when she grabs the mayor’s desk and tosses it aside. A nice visual representation of the escalation of Kara being, like. Done with these creeps. (Creeps is an understatement but you get the idea.)

Another one from the preview pages: Kara explains to Ruthye that her super hearing won’t necessarily help her detect a lie, especially if she’s dealing with an alien species she’s not familiar with.

It not only reveals her level of competence and understanding of her super powers, it also shows that, you know. She’s a thinker. She’s smart. 

Amazing! Showing, rather than telling us, that Kara is smart! Without mentioning the science guild at all wow hey wow.

(Sorry, pointed criticism of the SG show fandom.)

Anyways.

I dig the PJs! 

And Kara catching the bullet! Not only are the poses and character acting great, it’s also a neat bit of panel composition:

We start with Ruthye’s POV, and then move to the wide shot of the room. The panel where Kara actually catches the bullet is down and to the side of the wide shot panel--we move our eyes the way her body/arm would have to move to intercept the bullet. Physicality in static, 2D images!

Also, like. It’s a very tense moment, life-or-death, but. Ruthye’s wide-eyed surprise at the bullet in Kara’s hand? Kind of adorable. 

I was pretty much prepared for the page of Kara shielding Ruthye from the gunfire to be the highlight--it was one of the first pages King shared and I was like, ‘yeah, YEAH.’ But, shockingly? The TRUE highlight of the issue?

Where do I BEGIN?!?!

EVERYTHING. About this moment. Is lovely.

From Kara holding Ruthye above the bench to explaining the concept of a piggyback ride, to telling her:

“I’m going to hold my hands here, and these hands can turn coal into diamonds, so they’re not going to let go. I’m going to keep you safe.”

HNNNNNNNNNNNG.

Ruthye’s narration--about how Kara had avoided flying as she was concerned it would freak Ruthye out--just adds a whole additional layer of YES, GOOD, YES, and her line on that splash page is great: “You see, all that time, she was worried about me.”

HNNNNNNNNNNNG. AGAIN.

To say nothing of the STELLAR ARTWORK.

And SPEAKING of that stellar artwork, Evely and Lopes continue to knock it out of the park. Each issue is distinct and beautifully crafted, a true joy to look at.

Before I jump into more of the art, a few final notes of character stuff in general.

Ruthye is the one most affected by the experience in Maypole, as she can’t comprehend how a society of people that look so nice and gentle and peaceful could have been party to such a horrible act.

One of the big criticisms of the book thus far is that Supergirl is not the main character, and I guess I can agree with that observation. Typically, in Western media, the main character is the one who goes through the most change in the story. 

And, yeah. That’s Ruthye.

As I was reading the end, where Ruthye sits on the curb and Kara hugs her, I was imagining how the scene would’ve played, had King stuck with the original idea for the series: Kara as the one learning to be tough/experiencing all of this for the first time, and while I think that could certainly work...

I continue to appreciate that King literally flipped the script; that Kara, especially in this issue, is like, ‘I’ve seen this, I know this,’ as opposed to being the one going through a loss of innocence.

*Marge Simpson voice* I just think it’s neat!

Because Kara’s been a teen in DC comics for so long--ever since she was reintroduced to the main DCU continuity, actually--so this is all brand new territory, here. Having an older Kara who’s SEEN SOME STUFF.

(Alsoooooo, since Bendis made the destruction of Krypton not just inaction and climate disaster, but rather, genocide, and the subtext of a Kryptonian diaspora text, the waitress’ derogatory comment regarding the the destruction of Kryton, as well as Kara picking up the bad vibes the entire time, suggests not just a broad commentary on discrimination in all its forms, but specifically allegorical anti-Semitism. The purple aliens being forced out of their homes and into substandard living conditions, then the blue aliens--their neighbors and once-fellow residents--essentially allowing the space pirates to kill them, making them literal scapegoats, Kara discovering the remains of the purple aliens, and Ruthye’s horror at the ‘banality of evil’...yes. A case could be made, I think.) 

(Which would probably require a post unto itself and a lot more in-depth discussion, nuance, and cited sources.)

(Should mention that King has brought up that both he and Orlando--the other Supergirl writer he talked to--are Jewish, and for him personally, that shaped his views on Kara’s origin story.)

I guess my point is that this issue is perhaps not as out-of-left-field as some might think, and just because there isn’t as obvious an arc for Kara, doesn’t mean there isn’t some sharp character work at play. 

(I could be WAY OFF, of course, and I’m not suggesting it’s a clear 1:1 comparison. I’d actually really love to hear King talk about this issue in particular.)

Anyways.

Here’s the final page, which I think works, because as I mentioned before, there is no easy answer/quick wrap-up to the story of Maypole:

THE ART:

I mean. How many times can I just shout ‘ART! AAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!’ before it gets old?

I dunno, but I guess we’re gonna FIND OUT.

There are some panels in this issue that I just. Like ‘em! From a purely artistic standpoint! Because they’re so good!

Like, I just really love the way Kara is drawn in that top panel. Her troubled, confused expression, the colors of the fading light, the HAIR. 

Evely draws the best hair. I know I’ve said this before. I don’t care. I will continue to say it, because it continues to be true.

The issue I find myself running up against when I make these posts is that I really don’t want to post whole pages, as that’s generally frowned upon (re: pirating etc.) but with something like this, you just can’t appreciate it in panel-by-panel snippets.

(Guided View on digital reading platforms is a BANE and a POX I say!)

Anyways.

LOVE the implied movement of the cape settling as Kara speeds in and stops. 

And, obviously, Kara flicking the bullet away is just. A+. 

And the EYES, man. LOPES’ COLORS ON THE EYES???!?! BEAUTIFUL.

Also, should note the lettering! The more rounded letters for the ‘WOOSH’ of Kara’s speed (and, earlier, the super breath) work nicely, and contrast with the angular, violent BLAMS of the gunshots. 

And, I gotta say, the editor is doing a really great job of not cluttering up the artwork with all the caption boxes. Which is no small task.

(I assume the editor is placing them, as editors usually handle word balloon/caption box placement, but I suppose it could be Evely? Sometimes the artist handles it. Either way, whoever’s taking care of all the text, EXCELLENT WORK! BRAVO!)

Okay I think that’s everything.

Ah, nope, wait.

MISC.

Just a funny observation, more than anything else: Superman: Red and Blue dropped this week, and King had a story in there, “The Special” (which was very good, btw.) Both Lois and the waitress swear a lot so I’m beginning to think that this is just how King writes dialogue for any adult character who isn’t Clark. XD

This is absolutely a personal preference but when Kara was like, “And my name IS Supergirl,” I was like nooooo. I know King is trying to simplify all of the conflicting origin stories and lore but I LIKE KARA DANVERS, SIR. XD

It’s almost assuredly a cash-grab/an attempt for DC to get all the money it can out of a book they don’t have much confidence in, but I like the cardstock covers! Very classy, much Strange Adventures.

(OH my gosh, can you imagine that issue 1 cover with spot gloss???? Basically the only way you could possibly improve on it.) 

Okay NOW I’m done. For real. XD NEXT TIME: Kara and Ruthye go after Krem and the Brigands!

[sugurus-slxt]

Haay, congrats for 100 bestie! I wanted to join the new event so I would like a personality match up with jjk

I am 5'4 [164cm] and I'm Omniromantic and Asexual. I'm an ENTP and my pronouns are she/they also I'm a female lol

gemini sun Capricorn rising and Aquarius moon for the zodiacs

Personality: Pretty obvious, people tend to tell me that I'm either very mature or very childish like bro it depends on the situation I'm in 😰

I also kinda scare people at first but once they get to know me better and become friends they tell me I'm pretty chill lmao can't argue on that but I still am the friend with tons of energy sksksk

My music taste is literally all kinds no matter the beat so I'm not that picky. I'm an artist and an archer so ig those are my two hobbies.

I dislike children, summer and sports even if I eat out of boredom my body looks pretty much decent

I absolutely love Coffee, gaming, drawing, jewelry and ferrets! [and arson but we won't talk about it.]

My aesthetic is like,, pretty dark. I wear techwear or just cargo pants. I love the fit ok?? I mostly care about what I'm wearing than how my room looks like

I don't have a favorite movie or stuff like that but I'm currently in the jjk fandom if that counts lmfao

I don't even know if I have a type, I like my food both introverted and extroverted ig ✋🙄 My love language would be definitely physical touch because I'm touch starved as shit 💀

Probably the last thing here will be my appearance so uh,, I'm pale and I have naturally short black hair. I've got dark blue eyes and honestly I wear a lot of rings and jewelry because I just love accessories.

That was all, HAVE FUN READING THIS WHOLE ASS TEXT AND HAVE A NICE DAY👍💞

Personality Matchup

One 𝑅𝓊𝒷𝓎 coming right up

A/Note: Hey anon thank you so very much for visiting THE VAULT. I will admit I thought about this for a while before I decided but I see this working out pretty well. I hope you like your match up :) Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

I match you with...

Runner Up: Itadori Yūji

Here are some HCs:

I think the first time he meets you because you come off scary at first; it encourages him to want to know you more. When he gets to the more chill side and energetic side of you, he instantly wants to spend more time with you. I think your energies seem like they would match really well.

Gojo can be the same really mature or childish and I think that works well together. I definitely see that you guys can be a chaotic pair but also lots of fun. There would never be a dull moment.

Because your music taste is pretty much in a wide range he will have you listening to new songs all the time. If you reject his offer he’ll get all pouty and beg you, “y/n-chan, please. Just try it.” Cue the puppy dog eyes.

Gojo has most definitely asked you to draw him once. I’m sure he’d be like, “Draw me like one of your French girls.” He’d be all dramatic that it’s impossible not to laugh. Cue pouty Gojo again.

Don’t get me started n if you say no. This man will bother you for weeks and when you do finally get annoyed and say yes he will hug you so frickin tight you almost suffocate and then run off to tell the first person he sees. If it’s Nanami I’m sorry for him but if he tells Yuji he is going to come and tell you that you’re so cool.

Will doodle on your page or canvas just to annoy you.

When he finds out you’re an archer he’s most definitely intrigued. He’ll like to watch you practice but he’ll never push you physically to try more. He admires your form and the amount of focus you have. Gojo will have a little fun and compete with you but he isn’t amazing because he’s never done it too often, he just knows the basics.

I think Gojo can draw and he will sketch you and show you after, smirking of course. He’ll feel a sense of pride from seeing you smile but he won’t let you see the blush of happiness that dusts his cheeks.

Gojo is a teacher so he doesn’t have a particular dislike towards kids but he will get a good laugh out of seeing you be annoyed by them. He’ll give you a million apologies but he can’t stop laughing thinking about it.

I think Gojo definitely wants to try out your style and will come to find it pretty comfortable. Matching outfits whenever you go out. He definitely wants to pick some outfits for you to try though.

Gojo likes sweets so if he drinks coffee with you it’s overpowered with sugar. Once he accidentally gave you his cup and he ended up with yours that had way less, he gagged and coughed. If you laugh at him he will get you back like the little mischievous shit he is.

He’ll definitely game with you he gets super competitive, always has a bet on the line.

I’m telling you Gojo will commit arson with you for fun. *silently me too if you’d like*

Gojo brings you back new jewelry all the time for you to try. Thanks to him every week you get something new but he tries to always get something he thinks you’ll wear. Won’t tell you but he’s totally called Nanami and Shoko to ask if you’d like it.

Since you don’t have a favorite movie Gojo is determined to help you find one. Movie marathon every weekend but don’t worry he has snacks, all your favorites.

Gojo is very touchy but he will not ever overstep your boundaries, as reckless as he may seem he thinks about other people’s feelings especially yours. He likes giving you headpats the most. I think he totally makes times for sessions of just being close to one another, He likes laying in silence with you a lot; it’s sort of a break from him. It’s nice to feel calm; he will fall asleep if you run your hands through his hair. He just feels better with you because he gets to know you’re safer with him. Being the strongest sorcerer comes with a lot of weight but he forgets that when he’s with you.

Lastly, for appearance, I think that both contrast well; in height, dark and light hair plus the contrast of your shades in eye color is just chefs kiss to me.

EXTRA:

I hope you liked it :)

[bewitching-elizabeth-olsen]

Press: WandaVision Was Elizabeth Olsen’s Exercise in Reclaiming Her—and Wanda’s—Power

On this week’s Little Gold Men, Olsen explains why she was “mortified” to share WandaVision with the world and teases her upcoming turn in Doctor Strange.

  VANITY FAIR: Despite her onscreen superhero status, Elizabeth Olsen admits to Vanity Fair’s Joanna Robinson that she gets “panic dreams” before beginning a new project. That was never more so the case than with WandaVision, the genre-bending Disney+ series that imagined Wanda Maximoff and Vision’s (Paul Bettany) married adventures through a sitcom-style lens. But after the show premiered to rave reviews and an eager fanbase, Olsen’s nerves about launching the Marvel TV empire could melt away, right?

That is, until she suited up as the Scarlet Witch once more for Sam Raimi’s upcoming sequel, Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness. Although writer Michael Waldron has compared the titular character to Indiana Jones, Olsen insists that the final product is edgier than that figure’s action epics. “I think it’s more than a glossy Indiana Jones movie, which I love Indiana Jones,” Olsen says on the latest Little Gold Men episode, adding, “But I feel like it has a darker thing going on.”

This week’s Little Gold Men podcast is a Disney+ double feature, featuring an interview with Sebastian Stan of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (also courtesy of Joanna). She joins Vanity Fair’s executive Hollywood editor, Jeff Giles, Richard Lawson, and Katey Rich in a conversation about Witness, which gave Harrison Ford his only Oscar nomination to date. Other top of mind topics include the lackluster box office performance of In the Heights, Emmy buzz for Bo Burnham’s Netflix special Inside, and Pixar’s newest release Luca, which arrives on Disney+ Friday.

This is a partial transcript:

You’ve talked about Wanda coming into her own power, discovering her power. Something that I think is so interesting is you were doing work as an executive producer on Sorry For Your Loss. And I was wondering what that experience taught you about your power, your ability to have input over your acting choices or your acting roles going forward?

It was incredible. It was truly one of the greatest learning experiences I could have had. I saw how everything can be done if I ever wanted to direct something, which I’m not sure yet. But I have seen how maybe the healthiest way to crew up a show is, to a writers room, to the whole journey in between and editing and color correction and sound mixing. All the things that I had wanted to experience, I got to do that on that show. And it created this neverending voice in my head that now just expresses all of her opinions when I’m on set. It’s great working with. Like, I’m starting to work with another director right now and it’s great just saying, when people sometimes would ask me, “How would you like to work?” I wouldn’t really know how to answer that because I’ve always been malleable to if other actors like working specific ways. I’m cool to kind of be fluid in that zone.

Now I can just say, “It’s really good for me to have all the information, just so I don’t have to ask questions in my head and think, why are they doing that instead of this?” But if I just have the information of “Oh, this is an issue, so we’re doing this instead” then I’m not going to try and make up what the issue is and spend weeks trying to figure out, “Why are we doing it this way?” S I know that that’s now something. I just like having information, even when I’m not a producer. It just helped. I’m sure other actors would be like, “How the fuck would you keep all that straight?” And it actually rests my brain. It rests my monkey brain, I think. to just have facts and information about how everything’s going, why schedules are changing. Yeah, I loved that experience.

I would say on every single ensemble job that I have done with Marvel, I try and take up the least space possible and let everyone else’s personalities fly. And that’s truly what I’m more comfortable with in that space. It’s kind of in the same way [that] it’s really nice to have one-on-one conversations, but if you put me in a theater with 50 people and having to address a TedTalk kind of thing, that’s my worst nightmare. So I just would rather be small and take up a little bit of space and do my part of the puzzle. I still think I’m going to be like that. And the other big ensemble ones, I didn’t feel that way with Dr. Strange because it wasn’t that kind of a thing. But yeah, between Age of Ultron and WandaVision it’s literally like someone who doesn’t want to peep up and who is so scared to do anything wrong, who just is going to defer to everyone else for information and just do it and just stay in my lane.

Now in WandaVision, it was like I wasn’t a producer on it but it felt like I wanted to be a leader. I wanted to take the opportunity to kind of set the tone of how we treated one another, how prepared we were, how collaborative we could be. And [director/producer] Matt Shakman was the ultimate, greatest leader. I think we didn’t come to work with our sides in our hands. We were giving notes to [creator] Jac [Schaeffer] at least a week before we…And obviously there are things that are always going to be coming up and changing but we didn’t want to do the whole thing where an actor has a brilliant idea at midnight and we have to kind of spend too much time that we do not have discussing that brilliant idea. Just look ahead and be prepared and then be really kind and treat everyone with respect. That just is how we worked and we had a joyful time doing it.

Wanda has always been a character embraced by the fandom, but what does it mean to you, given that you have this different approach this time, to see Wanda embraced by a much larger group of people and awards folks are knocking at your door and all this other stuff?

I feel really grateful. I was mortified when this show was coming out. I was having a lot of weird anxiety about it and felt pressure from the idea that Marvel hadn’t had something come out [like this] and it felt so different. And I was like, “They like the sitcom but they’re not going to like it when we get out of the sitcom.” I had strange, really strange experiences when I was working in England and it sounded like people were enjoying it and I just wasn’t believing it.

So it was really kind of when I wrapped Dr. Strange and came home and I now have this gratitude that I feel like Kathryn [Hahn] and Paul and Teyonah [Parris] had while we were doing press during it coming out. They had this nostalgia of the time we had. And I’m still playing the same frickin character, but like moved on. I just could not sit back and kind of have that gratitude. I do now. And it really feels good, even if nothing happens, to be continued to be a part of a conversation about people acknowledging work that was done. As much as I try not to have an attachment to it, it is a sense of gratitude and you just feel lucky.

Go here to listen to the podcast. Elizabeth is near the end after Sebastian Stan.

Press: WandaVision Was Elizabeth Olsen’s Exercise in Reclaiming Her—and Wanda’s—Power was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

[yaz-the-spaz]

But I want to know your theory. :(

ok ok i guess i’ll spill…i was kinda hesitant to share just cause i’m still not all that solid in my belief in it myself but basically it seems like maybe ziam has made it a tradition to have some kind of couples trip most years (if not every year) in february ever since 2014…

(btw for future reference this ask is a continuation of this ask re ziam both being publicly in vegas earlier this year)

ugh sorry guys! hit enter by accident and posted this wayyyy before i was anywhere near finished lol…this will be updated within the hour (if it doesn’t take me too long to get my thoughts out)

narrator: she did not finish it within the hour.

…

ok so part of the reason i’ve been hesitant to share this is because a good portion of it is VERY speculative and just based on a lot of guesswork and assumptions, but also there’s the fact that it feels like this is something major that more people in the fandom (or at least someone, other than little ass me lol) would have noticed before now and it kind of freaks me out that maybe no one else has?? (unless ofc i just haven’t happened to see any other posts there are about it idk)… 

also fyi a lot of what i propose throughout this is heavily based on info from this post just to make sure i remember to site my sources before we get into it lol

alright now onto the actual theory…

SO. all this started with me scrolling through old posts from late 2013/early 2014 and being reminded of the fuckery that was zayn’s bday that year (with the douche canoe crew and everyone pretending like liam was barely there as seemingly some sort of weird over-the-top cover-up)…the same party that seemed kinda like liam’s possible “introduction” to the malik family as more than just zayn’s friend/as his possible significant other. which was also only a month after that suspicious engagement-looking ring first showed up on zayn’s ring finger in december 2013 from bts midnight memories mv footage (and which stayed around as a necklace throughout january 2014 and early febuary 2014 right before the first appearance/debut of the mandala tat in mid feb). 

bts midnight memories mv with the ring in view - dec 2013:

(suspicious?) malik family outing/celebration with the ring in view - dec (or possibly late nov?) 2013:

[putting the rest under the cut cause as per usual with me this got insanely long]

liam and aunt zileh at zayn’s bday party - jan 2014:

liam and one of the little cousins at zayn’s bday party - jan 2014:

then sometime in between late jan and early feb 2014 liam went on a trip to barbados with his whole family (and supposedly also sophia lol more on that later*) while zayn was SUPPOSEDLY still home and steadily “posting” pics of himself at home with various members of his family (with the ring on a necklace clearly visible in the pics lol), anddd as some have also pointed out his hair was suspiciously unchanged in these pics despite his claim of getting a haircut BEFORE most of the pics were posted lol

zayn in family pics with the ring on a necklace - late jan/early feb 2014 (sorry i’m not the one who cropped his fam out lol):

but yet we’re supposed to believe zayn - who had just gotten awarded the asian ambassadorship for the VERY FIRST time - mysteriously (and willingly) MISSED the ceremony on feb. 5th with absolutely no explanation. which…we all know how big a deal that was to him from the way he talked about it and how honored he was when he went in 2015…which begs the question if he was really just home not doing much of anything at the time in 2014 why in the world would he just pass/bail on that HUGE HONOR with no explanation??? mayhaps because he was actually already an ocean away with liam and fam in barbados celebrating his engagement (and getting his own “introduction” to the payne family) and literally COULD NOT ATTEND?

anyway so then, we have him getting the mandala tat around feb 18th 2014 - or at least this is the day he debuted it on his old ig, so the date may be a few days off from when he actually got it - but this still would’ve been shortly after they got back from the barbados trip when he debuted this particular tat (aka another solidification of the engagement??) 

THEN we get the very first ig ziam likes from the famous and beloved aunt zileh (!!!) in this same month (still feb for reference, but she continues steadily and heavily liking stuff all the way through april when she seems to cool down again). fast forward to the 2014 brits at the end of february where we have the infamous moment with 1) ziam giddy as fucking ever, 2) zayn whispering into and practically mawling liam’s neck in public, 3) liam talking about how it was great to “fill each other in” on what they were up to during their break while zayn’s just steady standing there smiling like a loon and then 4) liam still later being like ‘you don’t wanna know’ when asked what he got up to (and zayn still grinning like a fool)

ziam being gross at brits 2014:

so to sum up so far: 1) one of them possibly proposed around nov/dec 2013 (or that’s my best guess anyway based on the evidence lol), 2) then zayn shows up with a suspiciously-engagement-looking ring in dec 2013, 3) then all the weirdness with liam’s attendance at zayn’s bday party a month later (possibly also liam’s formal intro to the malik family), 4) then liam takes his barbados trip with his fam (and supposedly sophia lol*) just a couple weeks later while “zayn” stays home and posts family pics (but is very likely secretly on the trip with liam lol which is also possibly zayn’s formal intro the payne family and a belated celebration of their engagement), 5) and then we get the beginning of aunt zileh’s likes, 6) the debut of zayn’s mandala tat, 7) and the 2014 brits wildness…all in the space of like 3 months. and most of it happening in FEBRUARY. what a wild fucking journey right?

*side note/fun fact: liam and his fam were posting stuff regularly throughout the duration of the barbados vacay but there were literally zero pics of sophia posted from this trip until like dec 2014 or sometime around then when like ONE random pic suddenly surfaced/was posted and lots of ppl had already speculated that sophia was never there in the first place so once this one pic came up that idea got upgraded to people theorizing that they maybe had some of the fam go back a second time later in the year just to stage take photos to retroactively prove/authenticate the narrative that sophia was there lol

but anyway so back to the actual matter at hand - most of that shit happened in february right? specifically the barbados trip (aka the possible engagement celebration trip)…and when i was talking about all this to a friend we realized ZIAMI WAS ALSO IN FEBRUARY. AND SO WAS THIS YEAR’S VEGAS SHIT. AND THEN. AND THEN. My friend did some research and there was apparently this little known/barely talked about article (or at least barely talked about that i’m aware of) about liam taking a TRIP TO THE MALDIVES IN FEBRUARY 2016… which coincidentally (or not lol considering these shady ass hoes) is also around the same time he got his 4 tattoo (I believe this was the first article, or at least one of the first articles, that mentioned the tat’s debut) 

BUT WAIT. 

THE INSANE SHIT DOES NOT END THERE FOLKS.

GUESS WHICH MONTH THE CARTIER BRACELET FIRST DEBUTED?

FUCKING FEBRUARY 2016.

specifically on liam’s wrist in preparation for the 2016 brits (photo posted to his brits stylist’s ig on feb 23rd). and he didn’t take it off till like june.

so. quick timeline:

february 2016 - maldives trip and debut of liam’s 4 tattoo (around feb 21st); debut of cartier bracelet via liam (feb 23rd); (there was also that valentine’s day roses pic liam posted feb 14th of this year which was quite interesting considering he and c hadn’t even been officially announced as a “thing” yet…ofc we know it still got retroactively attributed to her anyway but whatever, we all know who it was really for lol 😏)

february 2017 - i don’t have anything on this year, partly cause i stopped paying as close attention due to heavy ramping up of stunts, although if anyone has more concrete info on this period that hints at anything please do hit me up and i will add it in, but anyway just based on a little light research there does appear to be a good period of inactivity from both of them during this time (as in both of them had quite a bit of time in february where they were pretty inactive on sm, not being papped, and essentially mia and would have potentially had time to go on a private trip) - UPDATE: HOLY SHIT I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BUT THIS IS THE YEAR LIAM SHOWED UP AT THE BRITS WITH THE MOTHERFUCKING 25 ON HIS JACKET AND FUCKED SIMON ALL THE WAY UP BY SWERVING ON HIS UGLY BITCH ASS SPEECH IN FRONT OF GOD AND ENTIRE WORLD (and i think also thanked zayn in his speech if i’m not mixing that up with another year??) - all on feb 23rd to be specific.

february 2018 - ZIAMI OBVIOUSLY (which specifically started feb 22nd, or at least that’s the day i’m counting it as ‘started’ cause it’s the day liam joined zayn in miami, can’t recall the exact day zayn arrived but pretty sure it was only a couple days before that)

february 2019 - zayn starts wearing this distinctive fishhook earring in all his ig pics, which on the surface seems like a pretty small thing, but quite possibly commemorates their famous august 2014 fishing trip (directly after which he also started wearing a fish hook pendant on a necklace back in 2014); this was also another period they were pretty quiet/mia as far as i can recall, although again if anybody has more concrete info from this time that could point to something please let me know, but anyway point being they again would have had a good chunk of time to possibly go on a private trip together

february 2020 - VEGAS BABY

ofc i’m sure you all will notice one year was left out - february 2015 they were on tour with no breaks coming anytime soon so they obviously weren’t able to go on a trip that year. BUT. february 14th 2015 (aka valentine’s day lol) is also the day liam was famously papped with some small shopping bags that looked suspiciously but precisely like the type that usually come from a jewelry store, and then later that same night they had a performance (for otra tour) where we have zayn pictured wearing a new gold bracelet (as in he hadn’t been seen wearing it ever before on tour or anywhere else) - btw the op of this linked post actually marks this day as the debut of the cartier bracelet but there’s a lot of counter speculation that it’s not and given that it doesn’t quite look like the cartier bracelet looked in later pics (it’s more round and more gold than the cartier bracelet which imo looks more angular and more kind of a two-tone/silvery-gold than this vday bracelet) i’m inclined to lean more towards it just being a regular but still very sweet vday-gifted bracelet. but anyway back to more important stuff. now considering this was literally just a little over a month before zayn left - and one of my theories for zayn leaving was that it was possible he felt it was the only way to save his relationship with liam…i mean if they were still giving each other vday presents they were clearly still VERY in love at this point. like that’s not the kind of thing you’d expect from a couple that was on the rocks and on the verge of breaking up and i know a lot of ppl (myself included for a brief minute) speculated that zayn leaving the band meant he maybe left liam too/or things weren’t working out b/t them or whatever, but given this context of the vday gifts just a few weeks before him leaving that doesn’t really line up…what does line up though is him being so in love and so sick of the bs that he might be driven to just be done with it all (as far as the stress of the band and mgmt bs is concerned at least). and ofc liam did say that zayn is the most emotionally impulsive/emotionally driven out of all them so when you think about it it really shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise…

anyway, in conclusion: 

it appears quite possible ziam has made it a couples tradition (ever since that first honeymoonish vacay in 2014) to go on some sort of trip/getaway together around the end of every february (or at least do something special together/for each other when they can’t) and in further conclusion I AM NOT OKAY AND WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS REALIZATION OKAY THANKS BYE 😭😭😭😭😭🌈🌈🌈 

[darling-i-read-it]

General Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, curse words I think, age gap (reader is legal)

Author’s Note: Hello there, I just started writing this and then it kept going and I just kept writing so here is this long af story that I literally just went crazy for 2 thousand and 4 hundred words but its what you deserve. This is also the first thing I wrote in 2020, I love that.

Requested: by @daphne-fandom-writing ,My dear friend (that I've met not a week ago) hello (there). You know I adore your writing. I also think you do age gaps better than I ever could. So I'm gonna request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader age gap smut if you're up for it😇

Summary: the request

Genre: smut, fluff at the end

Song:

(not my gif)

Beside the point that Obi-Wan wasn’t supposed to have romantic feelings for anyone, he was surely not supposed to have romantic feelings for his padawans friend who was quite a few years his junior. Alas however, that was what his heart now desired and every time you came around to see Anakin his heart stopped for a moment.

You were intelligent and if he was saying so, more compatible with him than Anakin was. He found you were always on the same wavelength about things, Jedi training wise along with just random stuff that came up in conversation. You were still a Jedi in training and he promised himself he would do nothing to sabotage your dreams of climbing up the ranks.

Still though, he couldn’t deny his feelings for you. Well he could but it was getting harder by the day. The more he saw you the more difficult it got.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’ve asked Y/N to join us today Master, her teacher is out on a mission that she couldn’t come to,” Anakin said as they stood in the elevator going down to the training rooms. Obi-Wan nearly choked on his saliva. It took him a moment to answer his padawan.

“That's fine,” was all he managed out.

Anakin was well aware of his Masters growing feelings for you and because he was so inthralld in Padme he figured it might be good for Obi-Wan. Not to mention he was also able to catch the way that you looked at him. You were both so intensely into each other sometimes Anakin felt like he was being inappropriate when he was in the room with you two.

The tension was unbearable. He hoped he wasn’t so obvious with Padme.

The two of them walked down the hall to the regular large room they trained at. You sat on one of the training mats, messing with your lightsaber, watching the blue move back and forth in front of you. At the sight of the two boys you stopped, smiling and putting your lightsaber down.

“Anakin!” you said, walking over and giving him a brief hug. It the best way to have an excuse to touch Obi-Wan if you hugged Anakin first.

“Obi-Wan, thank you so much for allowing me to join you today,” you said with a small smile and gave him a brief hug. Anakin rolled his eyes at his Masters flustered ways when he hugged you back.

“Of course, it's always a pleasure to have someone who listens to me at these sessions,” he joked, a charming smile on his face. Anakin moved across the room to the other side and sat on one of the mats while the two of you flirted for a moment.

The session went on for a long while of Obi-Wan just showing you and Anakin the few movements that you needed fixing in your stance and then you practiced together. You beat Anakin more times than he beat you but he was also tired and you were also trying to show off. There was a mutual agreement there that went unspoken.

“Anakin you need to plant your feet before making that swing, it opens your side for an attack,” Obi-Wan told him sternly. You stood back and put your lightsaber in the hilt, seeing from the clock that the session was to be over soon.

“Well than you fight her Master,” Anakin huffed, tired of having to be in the middle of the tension but also hoping it was the day the two of you would get together. A blush formed on Obi-Wan's face that was subtle but there.

“That's hardly appro-”

“Oh come on Obi-Wan. Don’t think you can handle it old man?” you teased and he raised an eyebrow. He knew you were trying to agitate him and it was working well. Anakin smiled at your words and moved off the mat.

“Well if you say it like that.” Obi-Wan brought out his lightsaber and the blue light rivaled your own, the soft hum able to over take your light nervous breathing.

“Don’t go easy on me sweetheart,” you teased. A charming smirk came over his face and he pounced where you deflected, on the defensive immediately. Anakin put his head in his palm as he sat on the floor, watching the two of you. You both moved with an easy grace against one another. Your lightsabers caught each other in front of you and you tried not to look at him through the blue glow in front of you two. Eventually you raised your arm, catching him in a weak spot while he looked at your face. You both stumbled away from one another, shaken by the force behind one anothers blow.

“It's a draw. I have to go meet a Senator,” Anakin said, standing. You didn’t look at him, instead at your lightsaber in your hand that you had closed but was still slightly shaking from the force you and Obi-Wan had been fighting out.

“You’re very skillful Y/N,” Obi-Wan said, practically ignoring his own padawan as Anakin left the room. You chuckled and met his eyes.

“You aren’t all bad either General Kenobi.” Your voice drawled out unintentionally but seeing his eyebrow raise at you calling him General made you glad you did. You walked closer to him, boots hitting the floor lightly. You had never been alone in the room with him before.

“Just Obi-Wan is fine,” he said smoothly, practically fully masking his feelings at you being so close to him in a room alone. Boldly, you stepped forward again grabbing his lightsaber from the hilt on his hip. Your fingers brushed his side and while both of you pretending not to notice it was obvious you both felt it.

“I have a book that I was wondering if you could take back to the council for me. I’m busy this afternoon and I understand you have a meeting?” He nodded and took his lightsaber back from you. You whined a bit unintentionally.

“Of course. Do you have it with you?”

“It's back in my chambers. It will only be a minute I promise.” You stepped back and toward the door opening. He nodded, following you out. You walked side by side to your room.

When you got there and the door shut behind the two of you, you grabbed the book off of your nightstand and stared at it, unable to give it to him for a moment. He watched the gears turning in your head.

“What is it?” he asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on your arm. You turn your head to look at him, smiling a bit.

“I know Jedi aren’t supposed to have feelings for others but I’m a little distraught about that rule,” you say as though it was a joke but he could hear the seriousness in your voice. His heart dropped a bit, selfishly hoping you were talking about him but sure you were talking about Anakin,

“It's a hard rule to live by.” You hesitated.

“Have you ever ...had feelings for another Jedi?” He let go of your arm and tried to look natural.

“Yes,” he breathed. Your eyes widened and your heart strings tugged.

“Who?” you whispered. He shook his head but was unable to back away from you.

“I shouldn’t-”

“Obi-Wan please.” Your voice sounded so mature in that moment as you pleaded with him. Like you had grown so tired after years of living.

“You.” His voice was barely audible but you caught it because you were looking for it. He waited a moment to hear your rejection and when it didn’t come he was going to speak again but you were setting the book down on your nightstand. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but your lips crashed onto his and he promptly closed them, gripping your sides to steady the both of you.

You shoved him onto the bed with a hard force and he didn’t have time to make a snarky comment before your lips were back on his. You sat on top of him, hands running through his hair as you kissed him roughly. You pulled away to look at him and make sure he was alright, that you weren’t doing anything he didn’t want.

“Oh don’t stop now,” he muttered with a snarky smile. You rolled your eyes and worked on his complicated outfit and getting it off, desperate to find more skin. If you didn’t have one just like it would have taken forever.

You laughed a little as he grabbed your own robes and you were both frustrated in getting one another's clothes off.

“This is the reason Jedi shouldn’t have sex, these damn robes,” you joked and he sat up, you still sitting on top of him. He finally made a breakthrough and your were naked other than your bra and underwear. He undid your hairdo just by kissing you again and roaming his hands through your hair. You finally kicked his clothes off as well as he kissed you.

Feeling your hands on his body made him feel a fierce urgency he had never felt before. A sense of need, needing to be in you, needing to be one with you. Your lips moved down his neck and he undid your bra through a moan while you grind your hips against his crotch.

He was done waiting. He had waited so long for this moment, for sure nothing was going to happen. But here you were, on top of him, your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his bare skin. He would have thrown out his lightsaber and his Jedi status if it meant you would never stop.

“I need you General Kenobi,” you muttered as you pulled away from his neck. He made a noise that sounded like a moan just at your words.

“What are you doing to me,” he whispered and you smiled, pulling off him and sliding off your last bit of clothes. He shrugged off his as well and you connected your lips to his again hungrily. He took his hand and lined himself up with you and you slowly sat down on him. You gasped in unison to the feeling and you clung to each other, your hands gripped his built shoulders and his hands on yours lips, nails digging into your skin.

“Y/N,” he muttered and you nodded, moving up and down, creating a pace. You moved a hand up to move his hair out of his face and stared at him as you moved, him staring right back. You kissed him again briefly and then stuck your head in the crook of his neck. Neither of you lasted very long and you came together, shaking against one another.

After a moment you pulled off him and you both collapsed on the bed beside each other. He threw an arm around you and snuggled closer to him, despite both of you being sweaty and tired from training and sex.

You put an arm around his stomach and traced lines into his chest with your finger. There was a moment of content silence as you came down and processed what just happened.

“Should we have done that?” he whispered. You laughed lowly and looked up at him.

“Well we can’t take it back now.” He shrugged.

“I liked it. Very much,” he said chuckling. You laughed a bit too, finger going up to his chin and then back down to his chest.

“I like you very much.” He smiled dreamily.

“You don’t care I’m...older than you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Sweetheart that is the least of our problems,” you said with a smile. He nodded, understanding. He seemed calmer now that he knew how you felt. Now that he had you in his arms.

“We can make it work.”

“Oh yes we can.” You sat up, looking down at him. He propped himself up with his elbow. “And you know what, I may be training with you and Anakin more. My Master is supposed to be gone for a few months. Very important mission.” He looked at you for a moment and then you smiled sneakily. “You did that. Oh my Maker, you sent her on a mission!” you said laughing. He shrugged.

“I didn’t know we would end up here but in hindsight I sure hoped we would.” You got up and grabbed his robe, putting it over your bare body. It was big on you, the sleeves falling over your fingers.

“You have a council meeting and I will be here when you return. I’ve stolen your robe so you have to come back.” You threw him his other clothes and he started to put them back on.

“I would have come back either way. You’re officially stuck to my side.” You smiled and handed him your book.

“Oh darn what am I gonna do?” you teased. He kissed you softly when he was fully clothed and you melted into his lips, cursing when he pulled away.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered dreamily.

“Later General Kenobi.” He gave you a look and then the door clicked behind him. He walked down the hall a ways and didn’t even notice when he ran into Anakin. His padawan held up his hands to steady Obi-Wan.

“Focus on your surroundings Master,” he joked as Obi-Wan regained his composure.

“Thank you Anakin,” he said snarkily. Anakin was about to walk away when he caught a mark on his Masters neck that made him pause. He lifted up his hand and touched it, making Obi-Wan pull away, annoyed.

“Maker, you and Y/N-”

“Anakin Skywalker I will-”

“Well at least cover it. Where's your robe?” Obi-Wan didn’t meet Anakin's eyes, cursing himself for being so sloppy. He had just been so caught up in the moment. Anakin laughed, taking off his robe and handing it to Obi-Wan who took it with a sour look.

“Thank you,” he stammered. Anakin smiled.

“Anytime.”

[fandom-necromancer]

1771. I never, ever want to hear you say that again.

This was prompted by the amazing @sparklingrainbowdragon! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Jerralph

Jerry sat on benches all over Detroit watching the sunset over the city. They enjoyed seeing it from different perspectives and reconstructing a full view. It kept their processors busy and made them feel whole being occupied with one singular task with every unit. It was nice being able to sit there out in the open, not having to worry. Ever since the revolution had ended and the laws had been set into place it had become a lot safer for deviants like them. In the beginning humans had been weirded out, but by now androids just roaming the streets at all times often without a real goal had become the new normal. And if a few of them had the same face and watched the sun set simultaneously, it was just another interesting oddity in their lives. Sometimes they spoke to them. A human woman asking a unit why they were sitting there every day. Jerry had enjoyed explaining it to her and she had smiled and joined the unit for the evening. But that was about all human contact Jerry had. They liked staying to themselves, tired of explaining the hive and still afraid in a distant part of their distributed soul. But it was getting better.

When it got dark and the sun was gone, Jerry stood up in one coordinated motion and began traversing the city. Although life had adjusted, there still was crime. Resentment against androids, people wishing everything would change back to the “good old days” when androids cleaned up after them. More than once Jerry’s hive had helped in preventing such crimes or get help in time. By now the police knew him by name, because he called at least once a week.

And it seemed it wouldn’t change this week, unfortunately.

‘No! No, Ralph doesn’t want to! Let Ralph go! Ralph doesn’t want-‘ ‘Shh, hey, I know how you’ve been. You liked it with me. Look at you know. I will reset you, take all these hurting memories away from you. Wouldn’t that be nice?’ ‘No! Ralph doesn’t want to die!’ ‘You wouldn’t die. You would just be like you were before. You can come back to my garden and tend the plants. You like that, don’t you?’

‘I don’t think he would like that’, Jerry spoke up, entering the side street. They were already recording, calling the police and streaming it to the separate computer the police had set up just to hold evidence like this gathered from the android network of Detroit. ‘I would advise you to stand back and wait. The police is already on the way.’ ‘What?’ The human stepped back and looked at the Jerry unit that had picked up the conversation first. ‘The fuck is your problem?’ ‘The way you threatened this android is our problem’, Jerry answered. ‘But it is a problem already taken care of.’ As if to confirm what they just said, sirens became audible. ‘Shit’, the human cursed and looked around, deciding to bolt. But at the other end of the street, Jerry had already taken position with four more units that had been in the general area. The human stopped and nearly stumbled to the ground in shock. ‘What the fuck?’

‘We advise you to listen to what we said’, Jerry reminded him. ‘As you haven’t yet done anything to this android, we are sure you will get away with a fine. Although we are sure the way you reacted you don’t deserve getting off that lightly.’ Jerry led the man back to wards the cowering android while making sure a few units kept him out of reach. They noted from the street how the police car approached and decided to go and calm the android while another unit talked to the police about what had been about to happen.

‘Hey there.’ They send one unit out not to overwhelm the small android and made it crouch before him. ‘Our name is Jerry. You are Ralph, have I heard that correctly.’ ‘Y-Yes. Ralph. Ralph is scared.’ ‘That is okay. We are taking care of the situation. The police is taking this man with them and you don’t have to see him again.’ At least that was what Jerry hoped for. ‘Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?’ The android looked up and Jerry could see nasty scars interrupting an otherwise… beautiful face. ‘No. Ralph had these before’, he said and tried to hide them with his hand. ‘He never hurt me. Others did.’ ‘Okay. Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of’, Jerry cooed. ‘Look, we are scarred too.’ Jerry showed him the busted hand of the unit that was talking to him and then let the other units flash portions of their arms or faces that had small imperfections, too. It wasn’t anything as dramatic as Ralph’s scars, but he hoped it would make the android less self-conscious. ‘Can you stand?’, they asked, seeing that the man was taken in by the police officers. They let their units disperse but kept a few close in case the man hadn’t been alone. ‘Yes. Ralph can stand. Ralph wants to go.’ ‘We know a place. Is it okay if we lead you there?’ ‘Where is it?’, Ralph asked, pulling his tarpaulin around his shoulders. ‘It is a quiet place. Without any humans. You are safe there. We hid there too, once. It’s by the river, not far from here.’ Ralph thought about it, then nodded and carefully took Jerry’s hand. ‘Ralph wants to go there.’

On their way there, Jerry decided to give Ralph a bit of time to relax. Only when the LED switched to blue, they spoke up. ‘You said this man didn’t hurt you. So you knew him before?’ ‘Yes, Ralph knew him. He was Ralph’s former owner.’ ‘May we ask what happened?’ ‘Ralph… Ralph was a gardener. Ralph liked it. It’s nice seeing things grow. But… Others came. Visitors they said. They… took Ralph. Hurt him. Did… Did this.’ ‘Shh, it’s okay’, Jerry said, rubbing his hand. ‘You don’t have to tell me.’ But the android didn’t even seem to hear him. ‘They broke Ralph. He got away from them but… Ever since then, Ralph is broken and damaged and wrong and-‘ The android let go of Jerry’s hand and held his head with both of them. ‘Maybe Ralph should have gone with him! Maybe Ralph should have been reset to make it all go away! Maybe-‘ ‘Hey.’ Jerry had reached out and tried to touch the android to steady him, but the moment he did, Ralph lashed out at him. ‘Get away from Ralph! Ralph will kill you! Ralph has killed before! Ralph has a knife and-‘ The rest was lost to static as the android broke down on the sidewalk. Jerry swallowed , but got down too with only a moment’s hesitation. ‘Ralph? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t need to speak any further.’

‘No. Ralph is sorry’, the android answered silently. ‘You see this? That’s what Ralph has become after the humans were finished with him. Ralph doesn’t want to say these things. Ralph isn’t evil! Ralph regrets this so much! But Ralph can’t help himself, Ralph is just broken like that. Ralph should be reset or deactivated or-‘ Although it hadn’t helped last time, Jerry couldn’t stop themselves. They had to lean in and hug the lost and desperate ball of plasteel. They held Ralph for quite a while, before stepping back a little and muttering: ‘We never, ever want to hear you say that again.’ Ralph looked up. ‘You are not broken. You are just traumatised. You’ve lived through a lot. And we get how wiping it all away and forgetting about it is your only wish. But not like this. Had you gone with this man, you would have lost yourself in the process. He would have reset you, you would have forgotten, but you also would have been his slave, and everything could have happened again. What you need is another chance at life and safety. You don’t need a reset in the literal sense. You just need to figure out how to get better again. If you let yourself be taken like this, wouldn’t the evil humans that hurt you have won?’ Ralph looked up at them. ‘This is not how that works. Ralph doubts they even think of Ralph anymore.’ ‘Then why should you?’, Jerry asked gently. ‘You, as you are now, what would wish for?’

Ralph looked at the ground. ‘Safety and another chance at life sounds nice. Ralph would like that.’ Jerry threw him a smile and helped him stand up again. ‘Then come with us. We can keep you safe. If you want that.’ The android nodded. ‘Ralph would like that.

[antihero-writings]

Map to Nowhere

Fandom: The Promised Neverland (Anime)

Character Focus: Ray (and Emma)

Summary: Emma and Ray stargaze outside the base, and think about many things.

Notes: I couple weeks ago Tale Foundry's prompt of the week was "Map to Nowhere." I started thinking then that that would be a great prompt for Promised Neverland.

After watching S2 ep3--(and, if it isn't already clear, there's some minor spoilers for that here! And major spoilers if you haven't finished S1!)--when I saw the stars outside the base I thought they were absolutely gorgeous, and I was like "Oh I am absolutely writing a stargazing fic for that prompt" haha! 

Also just wanted to quick say that I know nothing about the manga, and I wrote this with the current-anime-knowledge I have!

I've been wanting to write a fic for the Promised Neverland for a while, so I had a lot of fun with this! If you're interested in reading more tpn fics from me, don't hesitate to send me prompts!

If you enjoy this fic, please please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment!!

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Map to Nowhere

Emma, Ray, and Norman lay in a circle—(well more like a triangle)—on their roof. Today they enacted their plan: they had snuck out at midnight, (shushing each other all the way), to watch the stars. And, well, if they were already sneaking around, might as well pick the roof as their location. It was closer, after all.

“Ooh, I know this one!” Emma pointed to a collection of stars. “It’s a house!” She said with utmost confidence.

“That’s Cephus!” Norman corrected her.

“It can’t see us, silly!”

“No, Cephus.”

“He was a Greek king,” Ray explained.

“A Greek king?”

“Yes.” Norman said. “He was the wife of Cassiopiea.”

“Cassi-who-peea?”

“Spare her the details.” Ray glanced at Norman. “That story’s a…little sad for her liking.”

“You’re probably right.”

She pouted, but quickly recovered. “You guys sure know a lot about stars!”

“Not really.” Norman smiled. “We just read a lot.”

“You sayin’ I don’t read?!”

“Not as much,” Ray replied flatly.

Another pause. Apparently she couldn’t deny that.

“Do you think we could ever go there some day?”

“Well…it’d take a lot of hard work and luck…but potentially!” Norman replied.

“Do you think we’d need some sort of...map?”

Norman laughed. “A map would be good, yeah.”

Ray said nothing, returning his gaze to the sky. They were always undeniably far, but, as Emma and Norman puzzled out how to reach them, to him, they seemed to slink away as they spoke.

******

The stars unfurled above Ray. And endless expanse of spackled blue.

He’d stargazed before. He, Norman, and Emma had snuck out of bed to lie on their backs in the grass, or even on the roof to watch the sunrise, asking each other what games they’d like to play, and if they could go there one day. All the while Ray knew they wouldn’t so much as leave the farm; the stars as real as glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling, as untouchable as freedom itself.

Now, laying on the dirt above the base, reaching out his hand, he swore he felt his fingers graze them.

No fences, or trees, or walls to block his view. No imprisonment, or impending promise of death. Well, death was still both inevitable and probable, but it was nice there wasn’t an exact date, at least. Or maybe…well, he spent so much of his life planning and, in a way, hoping for his own death…the idea that he ought to live for the future, without a deadline in mind was…oddly foreign.

The world was open, and inviting. There was beauty in that, yes, but freedom, the expansive Earth, was as alien as another planet. The instability of numberless days was, well...unstable. Not insurmountable, but certainly unpredictable.

His mind drifted back to Mom and the others back at the farm. He wondered briefly how and what they were doing. It was likely their escape had made life worse for those that remained, and/or for themselves. Scratch that, he knew they’d made life for themselves worse, because Emma was determined to return and save everyone.

Ray had never had much difficulty valuing his own self preservation above everything else. The thought of everyone else in the orphanage didn’t plague him too often. His own survival was enough of a burden to trouble himself with the woes of everyone else. He didn’t know how Emma did it. It was almost impressive just how many people she was able to worry about at any single given time.

Still when he thought of mom…She wasn’t particularly kind, or lovable. He’d known from the very beginning this was nothing but a game, and she was nothing but a player. But he remembered perfectly the look in her eyes as she watched them leaving—(like he remembered everything else). He expected anger, betrayal…but that sadness was unexpected. He didn’t make the mistake of thinking it real yet…if he knew it wasn’t, why did it haunt him?

Today, was she taking it out on the kids that remained? Did any of that sadness stay within her? Or was it replaced with scorn for even the innocents left?

Or else was she herself punished for their transgressions? Imprisoned, tortured, or staked in the heart with a flower?

And if she was, what would that mean for the kids at the farm?

“Ray? How do you know that song?”

She wasn’t kind or lovable…but she was his mother. Something none of the other kids could say: his mother. His real one.

Did he actually—?

“There you are!” A voice broke through his musings. The hatch opened to reveal a head of red hair. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Well you can either sit there crying about it, or you can join me!” Ray threw to her casually.

“Maybe I will!” She harrumphed.

Emma scooched out of the hatch, closing it, but, instead of laying down to watch the stars, she knelt over his head so her face was blocking his view.

“Whaatcha thinkin’ about?” She sang.

Ray flicked her forehead.

“Hey!” She rubbed her forehead, pouting as he smirked.

After she had sufficiently stared him down, (or else knew she was fighting a losing battle), she flopped on the ground with her head on the opposite side of his.

For a moment they just stared up at the stars in silence, basking in their glow.

“They seem so much closer out here!” Emma reached out her hand and made a grabbing motion.

“Mm.”

“What do you think’s up there?”

“A lot of hydrogen gas and—”

“You know that's not what I meant! Would it kill you to have an imagination?!”

Ray scoffed.

“Aliens?” Emma offered.

He was about to shoot down the idea, but paused and replied instead, “I suppose that isn’t too far off from demons.”

“How do you think we’d get there? A starship maybe? Ooh! Like a literal pirate ship in space! That'd be so cool!" She held up her arms, then let them fall out to her sides.

He laughed. “And you have the wildest imagination.”

“It’s not my fault yours just doesn’t work properly.”

“I have an imagination; it’s just grounded in reality.”

“But reality’s so boooring. I mean…” She paused, saying more seriously, “Do you think it’d be better up there? Than here, I mean?”

“If ‘better’ means easier to survive in, then no.”

She groaned, and seemed to decide he wasn’t the best stargazing buddy, because for a minute or two, she actually stayed silent—(shocking indeed).

”Reality’s not so bad, you know." Ray spoke after a bit. "I mean...it’s just a lot of hydrogen gas, yeah, but have you seen pictures of nebulas? Or supernovas? I've seen them in books. They’re some of the most beautiful sights in the universe. To me, that’s much cooler than fantasizing about unicorns in the sky.”

“Hey! I didn’t say anything about unicorns!”

He laughed.

“But... yeah! I guess you’re right!”

The next question was a murmur, soft and serious as ever:

“…Do you think Norman’s up there?”

Breath was cold and sharp on the back of Ray’s throat, eyes widening in shock.

“I…I don’t know.” He exhaled the breath.

“Wherever he is…I hope he’s doing alright. You know, having fun and all,” she said with the air of a lover saying they hoped their ex was happy, when really they wished to get back together.

The wind blew past them, and they had to shut their eyes against the dust. Once it passed she murmured:

“I miss him…A lot. It’d be so much more fun if he was here with us.”

“You sayin’ I’m not fun?” Ray tried to joke.

Emma’s laugh was taut. He wondered if she was trying not to cry.

Ray looked back at the stars. They were so close a second ago, but in that moment they began to drift away.

“I miss him too.”

[no-whump-on-main]

My Experiences and Safety Concerns on the Whumper Gathering and Niji  Discord Servers

      A content warning for this post: I am discussing a real case involving sexualization of a minor and predatory behavior by an adult. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these issues. I remain as vague as I can be throughout the post while still accurately describing what happened and capturing the gravity of the situation.

     I want to start this out by saying I hate cancel culture. I hate it, I hate witch hunts, I hate call out posts, I hate bitching about people on the internet for no good reason.

     But I draw the line when there is a reason. I draw the line where other people, especially minors, are legitimately at risk.

     There have been many posts on the topic of the Whumper Gathering server. Two that explain the situation well are this one and this one. I won’t pick the server itself apart piece by piece here, as I only intend on sharing my own experience there and why I am so concerned for everyone still in the server, and for those who interact with its’ owner, Yume.

     I first joined the Whumper Gathering server in November of 2019. Back then, it was a welcoming place, serving as a hub of roleplay and character discussion. There were a few bumps along the road, but they were routine server issues that Yume handled delicately. Everything was fine. I made close friends there.

     The issues involving me began around the end of January. Yume approached me on the 31st asking if I’d like to be a moderator of the server. I accepted quickly, overjoyed to be a bigger part of the community that I loved so much.

     Unfortunately, that conversation was when everything started to go downhill. The first instance where I felt incredibly unnerved by Yume’s behavior toward me was when she asked this incredibly off-handed question right after I agreed to be a moderator:

     I am a minor. At the time that this conversation occurred, I was thirteen. Yume was completely aware of this, she knew it from my introduction in the server, yet she still somehow considered it appropriate to ask me a question with romantic implications.

     I was extremely confused and taken aback in the moment. I just laughed it off because I didn’t know what else to do.

     Yume’s conduct toward me did not stop or change after that. If anything, it worsened. After I made one joke in the server implying that I wanted to go to college to be a trophy wife, she gripped onto the name for months, and called me HER trophy wife hundreds of times despite the original joke having nothing to do with her. I was too afraid to call her out on how inappropriate it was for her to talk to me like that when she was an adult and I was, by every definition, a child. I tried to drop hints that I was uncomfortable, and while it isn’t her fault for not being able to read between my lines, even when I did finally gain the courage to flat out say I was uncomfortable, she completely brushed me off. A few examples of this behavior are below, the last being her excusing her behavior after I finally told her I didn’t want to be called her trophy wife. *Please note that the names and profile pictures of others involved in the conversations have been crossed out, because they did not consent to being involved with this post in any way, and did not do anything wrong.

    These are just a FEW examples. Again, I don’t want this to be a witch hunt, so I am only providing necessary examples and not leaving unnecessary screenshots to gawk at. Also, there is a 10 image limit per post and I’m trying to fit everything.

     More rather disturbing screenshots that go further than the “trophy wife” deal:

     The first: Completely unpromtedly implying/saying that she wanted to cuddle with me, at the time a 13 year old. I just wanted to talk about bringing my blanket to school.

     The second: Calling me the “titty police” and going on to talk about me in relation to breasts further. 

     This is just what happened in public chats.

     One of the scariest instances of her conduct toward me happened in a moderator chat. I do not have any screenshot evidence for this, because Yume deleted the entire moderator chat after people began to call her out for her behaviors, but I do have the word of the other former moderators who witnessed this happen.

     Soon after I was appointed as a moderator, we had a situation with a user making inappropriate sexual comments/requests in our roleplay channels. This person by all means could’ve been considered a predator. Yume quickly decided that this person needed to be addressed. There were 3 adult moderators at the time, as well as myself and another minor moderator. We all banded together to figure out a message to send to this person as an immediate warning to stop their behaviors.

     Everything went well until it came to who had to send the message. By now, only Yume and Kekune, Yume’s best friend, were online, along with myself. Yume immediately said that her anxiety was too bad to send it, and said it wasn’t a possibility. Kekune also counted herself out on the grounds of simply not wanting to. That left me, a minor, to go privately DM an adult who was breaking rules in an NSFW manner. I was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but was pressured into it by both Yume and Kekune and guilted about Yume’s anxiety until I gave in.

     Later into my time as a staff member, when I was a promoted to a co-admin, Yume refused to turn off the “administrator” permission for my role. This meant that I could see all of the server’s NSFW channels. I immediately muted and collapsed them, and told her that I was uncomfortable even being able to view them, but she refused to change the permission for weeks because she preferred to just click administrator and it was anxiety inducing for her to do the permissions individually.

     Yume has also engaged in multiple explicit NSFW roleplays in main roleplay chats and refused to move them to a section where minors could not view them, but I will not elaborate because though I was there and witnessed it, it was not a personal matter to me.

     After I finally left the server in July, Yume proceeded to gossip about me privately with other adults and spread misinformation to the members in her server. I have had multiple adult acquaintances tell me they had to shut Yume down from ranting about me to them on many occasions, and rationally, I can assume there’s many more people Yume talked to about me who did not tell me. Below is a screenshot of Yume spreading blatant misinformation about me in the main chat of Whumper Gathering, saying I sent her hate anons when I could not have possibly done so, since she blocked me.

     Again, I want to reiterate this is the surface level of things. There have been many, many more instances of Yume behaving inappropriately toward me or speaking about me in an inappropriate way. 

     What makes this worse is Yume and some members of her new staff team’s responses.

     Yume adamantly denies any wrongdoing and mongers people around her to agree with her by guilting them with her anxiety, triggers, and sex repulsion. She repeatedly tries to use her asexuality to excuse her actions, or to say that she couldn’t possibly be a predator because of her trauma. She denies every aspect of this situation and blames me.

     She blatantly lies about stopping calling me her trophy wife, as the nickname usage did not stop until I left the server and had no further contact with her. She also completely makes up me implying all asexual people are predators. That never happened. She calls my statements contradictory and tries to explain away her actions, taking no personal responsibility for the situation. She tries to use her sex repulsion as an excuse, and does not own up to being at fault for any part of the situation.

     This is just one of her many, many “apologies”/public statements.

     I rejoined both Whumper Gathering and Niji in July with the intention of shedding light on how dangerous of a person Yume was. Niji was originally an RWBY fandom project, but quickly devolved into Yume’s side server and personal venting space.

     I was met with the support of many members, both in Niji and Whumper Gathering, but Yume’s new mod team (not any of the mods I worked with, there was a mass walk out shortly before I rejoined; this is a newly hired set) had some particularly disgusting responses to me. I was attacked, called a liar, and demeaned, particularly by Kekune. Kekune, who is also an adult, said extremely nasty things to me and completely defended Yume and her actions while also flat out attacking me. She blamed me for everything in relation to Yume while trying to garner support from other server members.

     As you can see, Kekune not only excuses Yume’s behavior, but lies about the facts of the situation, and blames me, the literal child in the situation, for every aspect and states that I should‘ve prevented myself from being sexualized by an adult. “She didn’t mean it like that” is just one of many excuses made during this conversation.

     This entire situation has been extremely emotionally and physically exhausting for me. I’ve put off making this post out of fear of backlash, but at this point, I am more concerned about general and minor safety of the whump community than about whatever hate I may receive. There are many, many other horrible behaviors and things Yume has done in the WG and Niji servers; these are just my own personal experiences, as I think the posts I linked above do plenty of explaining, and I don’t need to beat a dead horse.

     My message and point with sharing this is simple. Do Not Interact, particularly if you are a minor. If you are still in WG or Niji, leave. Yume is a dangerous individual, as are many of her mods.

     Yume has over a hundred side blogs. The ones I know she uses most are @/whump-dream and @/midian-alexandra. I urge EVERYONE, particularly minors, not to interact with her or either of her servers. It is not safe. You could end up gaslit, manipulated, and/or verbally abused. It’s not worth being there for entertainment or to “watch the drama.”

     All of the above words are mine and mine only. No one else edited this, or even saw it before I posted it publicly. You are welcome to reblog for signal boost if you’d like, but I ask that you please do not add any comments and message me privately with any concerns, because I do not want this to turn into a witch hunt or a flame war against Yume or her staff, and again, this post is 100% from me. Please be safe, friends. The whump community is meant to be safe and welcoming and individuals like this prevent that from being the case.

-Sara (nowhumponmain)

[alirhi]

chapter 17!

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 17/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable. WARNINGS: nada. Well... Ali attempting comedy. I suppose that requires its own special warning lmao Notes: Loki's just so done lol

"I hate this plan, Thor."

"Yes, I heard you the first dozen times."

"This is the dumbest idea you could possibly have come up with!"

"We could always try Get Help."

"And use it on whom, pray tell?!"

"Thanos."

"Don't be an idiot." Privately, Loki thought he might as well be asking the Earth to cease its tireless spin, but he had to try.

Thor only smirked at him, the bastard. "Just keeping things in perspective. There's always room for a worse plan."

"...Thank you."

"What's Get Help?" Bucky didn't even glance up from the little device in his hand. Ever mindful of the terrain and unwilling to see him mess up his pretty face by falling on it, Loki was constantly moving things out of his distracted lover's path just before he tripped.

"Nothing, darling. Has Darcy sent you another?"

He grinned, holding the thing – Darcy swore it was a telephone when she gave it to him, though he'd yet to see it used for a single call – out for Loki to see. "She sent a video!"

Eira was on the screen, splashing about in a tub that appeared to contain more bubbles than water. She was having the time of her life, and both of her enamored parents couldn't help smiling like fools.

"I hate being away from her."

Loki winced, squeezing his shoulder lightly. "I know. Believe me, love, I know. But she isn't safe around these people. Better to leave her in Darcy's care until we can be sure she isn't in any danger."

"I still can't quite believe I'm a dad!" At the pure joy and wonder in his voice and on his beautiful face, his ancient lover smiled again. He still had a long way to go before he was truly recovered from what HYDRA had done to him, but it couldn't be denied that when he was happy, Bucky was the cutest damned thing.

"I still think you're overreacting," Thor grumbled as they stepped off the elevator at last. "These are good people. They'd never harm a little girl."

"Uh... Loki's not in chains. Why is Loki here and not in chains? Security!"

The God in question rolled his eyes. "Lovely to see you again, too, Stark."

Tony looked like he wasn't sure whether to laugh, vomit, or jump into one of his suits of armor. "What the hell is this, Point Break? You promised this psycho would be in a cell for the rest of eternity. And who's the weirdo staring at his phone?"

"...Bucky?!"

Thor stopped before he'd even truly begun to offer the explanation he didn't really have, mouth hanging open and one finger in the air. Confused, he and Loki watched silently as Steve Rogers practically flew across the room and Bucky slowly lifted his head, finally taking in his surroundings for the first time since they'd left New Mexico.

"Steve?" He grinned and pocketed the phone immediately to throw his arms around his friend. "Steve! Holy shit, it is you!"

"Who is Bucky?" Thor mumbled to Loki, getting an exasperated eye roll for his troubles.

He knew, of course; when they'd first met, the handsome young soldier had introduced himself as Bucky. Loki had simply refused to call him that. Still, prior knowledge or no, he couldn't resist having just a bit of fun with his brother, so he decided, in lieu of a proper explanation, to treat it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, just to hammer home how incredibly stupid Thor truly was. "I would imagine, given the context playing out before your clearly useless eyes, that it's a pet name for James. Derived from his middle name – Buchanan – if I had to guess. Honestly, Thor, how do you function?"

"Can someone please address the unfettered genocidal psychopath standing in my living room?"

Bucky flinched, moving back from Steve and giving Tony a slightly helpless look. "That was... I was under HYDRA's thumb, I was never a Nazi..."

"Not you, darling," Loki assured him stepping between the two newly thawed WWII veterans, and more importantly, between Bucky and the confused, wary Avengers. "He's referring to me."

"Wait, what?" Steve peered around him, trying unsuccessfully to catch his childhood friend's downcast gaze. "That's where you've been all this time? With HYDRA?"

"I didn't have a choice," he mumbled, face going red as he seemed to sink into himself.

"Quite literally," was Loki's frosty interjection. He pushed the soldier back when he got too close to his Sergeant and snapped, "If anyone wishes to interrogate or criticize him, I will happily transform you into something that cannot speak nor breathe."

"Just turn yourself into an elephant," Tony snapped. "Because you are the elephant in the room right now! Thor, explain to me why your insane adopted brother and his pet Nazi are in my home!"

"I was never a Nazi!"

"I've known Bucky all my life, Stark. There's no way he'd have joined up with those people."

"Nazis, HYDRA, what's the difference?!"

"Soldat?"

All eyes immediately turned to Natasha as she approached and finally got a good look at the man Loki was trying so hard to shield. Loki grimaced. "Oh. You."

Bucky flinched, looking as though she'd just slapped him. "Natalia, please don't call me that. It's Bucky, okay?"

"Sure, yeah." She laughed, launching herself at him. "And it's Natasha now."

Her arms over his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist were more than Loki could bear. When he noticed that Bucky was holding her up with both hands cupping her rear, he'd more than had enough. With a growl, he used magic to pry her loose and pin her to the ceiling. "That is quite enough, Agent Romanov. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make me tell you again."

"Put her down, Loki." Oh, great. There was Banner, eyes wide like a frightened rabbit, but approaching him nonetheless. "Before I let the other guy put you down again."

"Doctor Banner," he ground out as he slowly and more than a little reluctantly set the struggling spy down on the floor. "Delightful. Well, I see the gang's all here. Thor, this was your harebrained scheme, so why don't you clean up this mess?"

"Happily," Thor muttered, "if you'll stop making a bigger one."

"No promises. The next person to lay hands on James will be a smear of blood and innards on the wall."

"Loki, calm down." Hugging him from behind, Bucky murmured in his ear, "I'm not going anywhere."

Making no effort at all to prevent the Avengers from hearing him, Loki snapped, "I don't trust these people."

"For the record," Natasha pointed out, "we're not the ones who tried to blow up New York a week ago."

He smirked. "Nor am I, Agent Romanov. That was someone on your side, if you recall."

"The Chitauri?"

"Oh, that. I thought you were referring to the bomb." A little, dismissive shrug, and then, "Most of the damage to the city was still done by you lot. The Chitauri were mostly just...flying around."

"Also trying to kill people."

"Loki needs our help," Thor called out, just loud enough to drown out any further conversation. The Avengers all gaped at him as though he'd gone mad. It made Loki smile. "There was another force behind the attacks last week. Someone far worse was pulling Loki's strings-"

"Really, Thor, I'm not a puppet!"

"Unless you want to explain this yourself and hope any of them listen to a word that comes out of your weaselly mouth instead of simply killing you, sit down and shut up, brother."

"Marionette, anyway." When everyone turned to stare at him, Bucky blushed. "The-the ones with strings. That's marionettes, not puppets."

With a patient smile, Steve gently chided him, "Not really the time, Buck."

"...Right. Sorry. Continue not bothering to listen to each other. I'll be over here." Out came the phone, and Bucky was lost to them all as he scrolled through pictures of Eira again.

"What's with the phone?" Loki flinched and turned; he hadn't realized Barton was in the room until then. "Isn't he a little old to be sucked into that thing while we're all talking?"

"He's looking at photographs of their daughter," Thor told him with a dismissive wave of his hand, ignoring the death glare he received from Loki for it. "Now, if we can get back on-"

"...Their daughter?" Tony interrupted, stepping forward. "I'm sorry... Who's the other half of the 'they' in that equation?"

When Thor opened his mouth to explain, Loki grabbed his arm and squeezed hard enough to make him gasp. "I will kill you."

"And then they will kill you, and the world will end when there's no one to warn them about Thanos, and James and Eira will be left unprotected, likely to suffer horribly and die."

With a frustrated growl, Loki released him and, briefly, shifted to his female form. "I am, alright? Everyone's burning curiosity satisfied?" Shifting back, he took advantage of the stunned silence that had taken hold of the room and snapped, "There is a mad Titan with the ability to mind-control a God out there attempting to collect the most powerful artifacts in the universe, and while he declined to share the purpose of this venture with me during my captivity, I find myself seriously doubting that it involves giving everyone their own kitten. Now, can we focus, please?!"

Banner frowned. "Who did he mind-control?"

"How?!" He was beginning to get a stupidity-induced headache. Hands flying up in a wide gesture to the room at large, Loki looked at Thor and demanded, "How is it you think these people can possibly help?"

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