#i’m holding back information and it is that i didn’t actually shoot my shot i was BUILDING UP TO IT

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 3 GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice part 1

As you can see by the title (I need better ideas, you're all welcome to share yours), this is kinda part of "Danny, the Youg Justice member" but as something I have more of actual idea about. So while I encourage people adding their stuff to other snippets, please let this one be. I will be adding to it. It's even partially written :D

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 2

"Hey guys" Danny greeted clearly winded, phasing through the wall. Whole Team turned towards him, some giving him a side eye “Sorry I’m late” 

“You’re good, my dude” Wally answered, patting him on the back as soon as halfa landed, turning into his human form. They gave him a moment to catch his breath(just how fast he tried to fly there?) before grabbing their bags. Dick jumped and threw himself over the speedster's and halfa’s shoulders.

“Happy Harbour, we’re coming!” he yelled.

He fixed his grip when he caught Danny’s quick wince under the pressure as they left the headquarters. Judging by look on his face, Kaldur caught it too.

“So what’s on the agenda?”

“There is an amusement park in city, so we’re going to enjoy our free time there” M’gann explained with excited smile “I can’t wait to see it, I heard it’s fun”

Artemis nodded with a grin.

“I bet I can win more plushies than all of you. No powers,” she demanded after a moment, slamming her hand n a random tree for better dramatic effect.

“Stakes?” he asked, competitive like always. While blonde shared her idea of ‘no locker room duties for a month’, Danny explained all the questions M’gann asked about what even bet was and what stakes meant. Dick was sure she knew the answers to all of them but he didn’t say anything. He was trained well enough to catch Conner listening intently, despite his clear effort to hide it.

It turned into a whole Team competition.

It was going to be an aster.

***

M’gann was having a blast. Everyone already had two to four plushies, stomach full of unhealthy food and manageable nausea from the roller coaster. Wally and Danny were throwing popcorn to each other's mouths, Robin challenged Conner and Artemis to the next game. It really was fun just like she was told!

It was much less fun when literal blast shot a few feets away from them. Ground where it hit was burned. Halfa squealed, projecting a strong wave of distress. Without second thought he threw his hood on and changed his posture, frantically looking for a hiding spot.

Few children started crying, their families scrambling to get away before attackers started shooting again and hurt them. Workers, already used to working in less than ideal circumstances, quickly, but without panic warranted by recognised villains or outright invasion, shut down reinforced blinds and probably walked out to inform someone. At least they didn’t have to worry about potential civilian casualties. 

“Do you know who they are?” M’gann asked, quickly establishing the Mindlink.

“Don’t worry about it” he answered, putting on crazy big sunglasses that Wally won some time before.

“My dude, we just got shot at. We have every right to worry”

“Calm down, Wally. I got shot at, you’re just close by. I’ll handle it” With a ruffle of his hair and a piece of popcorn thrown in his mouth,he turned around, just moment after the next blast almost caught his arm. He plastered a smile on his face.

“Hey, I’ve seen guns like these in laser tag! But I’ve never found them cheap enough to get without selling my kidney!” he yelled enthusiastically.

When the rest of them turned around, M’gann saw ten people in sunglasses and pristine white, holding guns straight from the mad scientist’s lab. THey stood still, projecting surprise bordering on shock. She could also feel hunter's happiness underneath it, intense enough that she considered breaking the ‘don’t mess with people’s brains’ rule. As a treat.

“Don’t worry guys, they won’t harm you. Act like you  don’t believe you’re in danger. Like they're a bunch of LARPers or something” It was easier said than done, especially when Danny, who nearly always underestimated the danger, was so terrified. 

“Who are they?!”

“Wally throw me a bit of popcorn, please” Halfa asked, ignoring Artemis almost yelling in their minds. In turn, he was ignored by the speedster. Three of the men turned to check something on weird sort of scanner. Danny's false smile went from cheerful to embarrassed. 

“Dang me and my poor communication skills” he said, loud enough for men to hear but not enough to sound like he was talking to them, before asking louder “I meant to ask, where have you brought it and how much does it cost?”

This seemed to actually shake men out of their shock. They got furious.

“You won't trick us this time, ghost scum” one of the guys with a scanner snarled. Danny pursed his lips in childish gesture of displeasure.

“Rude much” he muttered as if he wasn’t shining with terror like a lighthouse. Robin perked up as if something got him curious.

“Wait, ghost? What do–”

“What are you cosplaying?” Artemis blurted out. Men got visibly angry but Danny smirked.

“Don't antagonize them,” Kaldur commended. 

“If shit goes south I'll get you out of there, half a second flat” Wally offered.

“Thanks dude. Good job Artemis, they hate to be treated like a joke they are” halfa praised but out loud asking:

“Ghostbusters? No, they had different uniforms. But who else got a thing for ghosts?”

“Quit joking around, we caught you Phantom! You ran far from Amity Park but-”

“Who is Phantom?” Robin interrupted rudely (they deserved to be rude to them).

“Where is Amity Park, Utah? Cali?”  Conner asked, adding fuel to the fire of chaos with barely contained glee. He liked messing with anyone even slightly resembling Kadmus staff and these guys marked almost all of the boxes.

“Illinois” provided chubby man who looked and felt like he didn't want to be there almost as much as they teens did. Danny relaxed slightly.

“Agent W you have no clearance to share this information“

“You were in Illinois and didn't tell me, Tommy?” M’gann finally spoke, jokingly punching his arm.

“I wasn't, I swear! I've never set a foot outside of this state in my life!”

“Quit messing around, you freak!!!” the guy, with the biggest ego and probably the leader, screamed.

“Can I please mess their heads up?”  M’gann asked, pushing hope through Mindlink as hard as she could.

“Again, rude. What did I even do to deserve that?”

“Like you–”

“Operative K, I think they really don't know anything “ Agent W, the nicest out of the batch, interrupted “Maybe it left some ectoplasm on this boy to throw us off?”

“They called you it, Danny” Conner seethed, looking like only Kaldur’s hand on his shoulder was stopping him from punching all of them straight to the sun. M’gann was already reaching for their minds.

“We need to run a scan to be sure. Come here boy”

“Now, who are you?!” Robin got defensive, sliding to shield Danny from asiliants. Conner and Artemis joined him, so clearly furious that M’gann almost retreated from Mindlink. She wasn’t any calmer, it just felt overwhelming to be backed up by five other people.

“It’s classified”

Kaldur took a photo with an obnoxiously loud sound effect. Wally appeared right behind Danny, ready to evacuate him. Artemis barely kept herself from tackling the nearest ‘agent’ to the ground.

“What are you doing, boy?” Operative K splurted, absolutely flabbergasted.

“Calling the police”

“Why?”

“Robin, throw some laws, please”

“Oh, that’s easy,” the boy jumped in gleefully “You assaulted our friend and refused to state why you would have credentials to do so or even who are you. You carry modified weaponry openly in public and I doubt you have a permit, carelessly use it  against minors, endangering innocent bystanders while we’re at it. You disturb public peace. I think that’s enough to get you arrested. Wait you know what, call ‘Supervillain emergency hotline’ instead, this is serious attack”

“Right ahead of you, already calling them”

It wasn’t that big of a problem even if someone tried to qualify this as spam. Young Justice Team was first to respond to all threats in Happy Harbour anyway.

Danny let out a low ‘uuuu’ with a smirk. Someone powered up a gun. Wally slightly raised halfa of the ground, ready to bolt.

“It’s okay young man,” the nice agent started, raising his hands in a placating gesture “We’re searching for a dangerous supernatural entity and may have overreacted. In our defense, Phantom is known to be tricky and we wouldn’t be surprised if it used human disguise to hide from us. Your friend gives off the same type of energy like what we use to track it so we assumed they’re the same. We’re sorry”

“Agent W you don’t have clearance to disclose that to-”

“Operative K, after the last few incidents we have to be more throughout before jumping to assumptions. Agent Gamma wouldn’t be pleased if your temper caused the next scandal,” Agent W look at them again, with a forced ‘warm’ smile “We’re really sorry for bothering you. We have reasons to believe Phantom is somewhere around but don’t worry about it, we will be on the lookout. If you see it, please contact us and we will take care of it” M’gann grabbed the ‘WANTED’ poster from man’s outstretched hand. She barely restrained herself from doing something irresponsible, like turning every man in white into a brainless vegetable.

“Later M'gann”

“But Robin…” she whined before sending a small laugh so they knew she wasn’t serious. She knew that Conner and Danny were anxious about this use of her powers.

Agent’s left and everyone relaxed. Wally put Danny back down and leaned back, jokingly rolling back his arms as if he got tired. Halfa stopped with a loud thump to sit on the ground. He was paler than usual.

Artemis shouted, alarmed.

“That was way too close” he started, aiming for a cheerful tone but missing by a mile “I’m fine, just need a moment to cool down. Sorry for that, guys. I thought I lost them over Ohio”

“That’s fine, personally I don’t care, we knew better than to expect a whole day without something going wrong, but who were they?” Wally asked, already back to eating popcorn.

Danny sighed, so deeply M’gann felt it in her bones even though she didn’t try to read him.

“I think this is the talk we should have in the Mountain”

[manqo]

this is so funny i’ve only ever taken my shot at girls i never do shit w boys

[katsu28]

🍭 lollipop -26. “Just breathe. Like that. That’s it” from List 4 with steve pls?? ty<3

i combined this one with another request—"relax, i've got you." because i thought they went pretty hand in hand with each other, i hope that's okay! ty for requesting! <3

dad!steve harrington x pregnant!reader, mentions of pain and pregnancy symptoms, 1.3k

Being pregnant was proving to be one of the hardest things in your life. You’d had enough dizziness and nausea in your first trimester to last you a lifetime, enough achiness and swollen feet in your second than anyone should ever have, and now in your third, you’d discovered something brand new to put on your list of pregnancy woes.

False labor pains, otherwise known as Braxton-Hicks contractions (as Steve had very quickly informed you after a trip to the library that resulted in a pile of what to expect when you’re expecting-esque books residing next to his side of the bed). Paired with an extremely active baby girl with a horse strength kick who loved to make it known 24/7, this home stretch was your toughest one yet.

The telltale open and shut of the front door signaled Steve’s arrival, even before his voice. “Honey, I’m home!!!” He sang.

You made a vague noise of acknowledgement from your sprawled out position on the couch, waving your hand over your head haphazardly. You’d been stuck in the same spot for almost the whole day, seeing as every time you tried to get up, either another well placed kick or a false contraction dragged you right back down.

“How’re my girls doing?”

“Your daughter’s doing her daily karate routine against my organs, but other than that we’re great.”

“Oh so she’s gonna do karate now? I thought she was gonna be a tap dancer? Or a soccer player?” Steve teased gently, tossing his keys into the bowl on the table near the front door. He kicked his shoes off too, hanging his jacket on the hook next to yours before crossing the room to rub your shoulders with a kiss pressed to the top of your head.

“She can be all of them when she grows up, but I wish she’d stop it right now.”

He let out a snort of laughter, rounding the couch and kneeling in front of you. One hand came to rub your belly gently, the other coming to land on your knee. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Tell her to cut it out.” Another laugh from him. “How was work?”

“Pretty uneventful. Robin says hi though, wanted me to ask if you two were still on for lunch on Tuesday?”

“Oh my god, I totally forgot to call her back!” You gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on the couch cushions as if you wanted to push yourself up.

“Hey, hey, slow your roll, sweetheart. Take it easy, I’ll give her a call later.” Steve eased you back down, shooting you a pointed look when you pouted up at him. “I promise, ‘mkay?”

“‘Mkay.” You sighed, slumping back into your previous position. Then, barely even taking a beat, you shot up straight again, this time moving to grab Steve’s shoulders as leverage.

His brows furrowed in instant concern. “What? What’s happening now? Are you okay?”

“Gotta pee.”

“Jesus, you really scared me for a second there,” He breathed, pressing a hand against his chest but going to help you up anyways.

The second you made it to your feet, you were hit with another Braxton-Hicks, this one so big that you would’ve keeled over at the strength of it if not for Steve still holding on to you. You squeezed your eyes shut, sinking back down on the couch yet again with a choked whimper. For something called false labor, the pain sure was really goddamn real. “Whoa, okay. Relax, I’ve got you. You’re alright, sweetheart, you’re doing great. Just relax.”

“Tell me to relax one more time and I’m gonna wring your neck, Harrington.” You said through gritted teeth, fisting his shirt in your hand as if it would help you ride out the pain.

Steve ignored your threat, because he knew you didn’t actually mean it. You’d been growing a whole tiny human inside you for the past eight months, the least he could do was stomach a few gripes here and there. “Squeeze my hands. Just squeeze my hands, it’ll help.”

You gladly took him up on the offer, borderline crushing his hands with a strength neither you nor him knew you had, but he’d never complain about it. A popped knuckle and temporary loss of blood flow was nothing compared to what you’d been having to endure nonstop.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the worsening spasm in your back and abdomen, like someone had taken your insides and was twisting them around in their grip.

“Just breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth.” Steve soothed, mimicking the deep breaths he wanted you to take. “Like that, that’s it. There you go. Just like that, baby.”

“This is the cramp from hell, Steve, deep breathing isn’t helping anything.”

“Okay, alright, let’s try something else then. Didn’t the doctor say moving around would help lessen the pain?” He suggested, trying his best to rack his brain despite the numbness creeping through his hands. “Or maybe drink some water? I can get you a glass of—”

“Can you just shut up for a minute?” The sharpness in your words shocked you, and should’ve shocked Steve too, but he didn’t seem phased at all, instead just nodding, gazing up at you with wide honey eyes currently filled with concern.

Guilt pooled in you as soon as the contraction finally subsided, and somehow, the guilt felt worse. Steve had been nothing less than the perfect partner this entire pregnancy, and here you were snapping at him for being supportive. Again.

You inhaled a shaky breath, bringing his hands up and pressing a kiss to each of his palms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Stevie, I don’t mean to be mean to you, I just—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, okay? You can do and say anything you want to me, sweetheart, and you never have to apologize. You’re carrying our kid, you’ve got every right to be as mean as you want.” He assured you, cupping your face. His thumbs stroked across your cheeks featherlight despite the firmness in his grip. “I’m a big boy, I can take it. Never be sorry. You don’t have to be.”

“I love you,” You sighed miserably, melting against him like a popsicle on a hot summer day.

“I love you most, sweetheart.” He replied softly, leaning down to press his lips against your belly before adding something. “And I love you most too, baby girl, even though you’re giving your mom a tough time right now.”

“I swear, she’s bullying me more and more everyday.”

He chuckled softly, smoothing a hand down your back in light circles. “I’m sure that’s just her way of saying she’s excited to meet us.”

“I know. I’m so excited to meet her and I know she’s already everything we’ve ever dreamed of, but I’d kill to be able to sleep on my stomach again.”

“One more month, baby. Just one more month and then you can sleep on your stomach all you want.” He murmured, breath ghosting across your skin with each word.

“One more month.” You echoed, curling your hand around the back of his neck. One more month of discomfort for a lifetime of anything and everything with your baby girl. That, you were excited for. Slightly terrified, but definitely more excited. “I’m nervous. Are you?”

“Oh yeah. Nearly-shitting-my-pants nervous. All the time. I don’t think that feeling is ever gonna go away, honestly.” He snorted, nodding sharply. He pressed one more kiss to your belly. “But it’s worth it. As long as I have my two girls, anything is worth it.”

“I hate how perfect you’re being right now.”

“Just right now? I think you mean always.”

You pressed your lips together suddenly, scrunching your nose at him. “Stevie, you’re about to hate me.”

“I could never, but good try.”

“I still need to pee.”

Steve barked out a laugh, heaving himself to his feet and gearing up to help you in your endless attempts at standing up. “C’mon, preggers, let’s get you to the bathroom before karate kid in there decides to try out for a new belt.”

[penny00dreadful]

Inspired by this conversation from Campaign 2 - Episode 85 of Critical Role

Robin slammed their drinks down on the table and fell into the booth next to Steve. The loud music, the crush of bodies up on the dance floor and the low light would be enough to keep their conversation mostly private no matter how loud they got.

“Alright.” She slid over a poisonous looking shot and turned to him. “Dish the dish, bish!”

Steve wrinkled his nose but knocked the shot back anyway. Maybe it was a sign of how much he’d already drank or maybe it was a sign of just how unhinged his teenage years had been but it went down much easier than he thought it would. He needed to get a solid buzz going anyway, Chrissy and Eddie would be arriving soon and he didn’t think he’d be able to get through a whole night of watching Eddie flirt with strangers again without something strong in his blood.

“I might have a similar problem.”

Robin looked at him confused. “Wait, you’re into Chrissy too?”

Steve was scandalised. “No!”

“Gross!”

“No!”

“You were a jock, she was a cheerleader, oh my god this is too hetero for me to be even having this conversation-”

“No, not Chrissy!” Steve shouted in fond frustration, cutting her off.

“Oh,” she said, immediately deflating from her outburst and shooting right back around to thirsty for information, “who?”

He stared at her for a moment, grimacing, trying to figure out how he would delicately reveal his crushing and all consuming infatuation.

Her eyes widened the longer he stared.

“Me?!” She shrieked.

“No!” He shrieked right back, appalled.

“Oh, it’s me!” Robin threw her hands into her hair and turned fully to face him. “This is your way of telling me! Oh my god, Steve, we’ve been through this-”

“Shut up! Shut up!” He shouted, thudding his head against their table before turning his head to look at her, lowering his volume and whisper shouting. “It’s- it’s Eddie!”

She definitely hadn’t heard him but had clearly understood the way his lips formed around the name and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“Wait, what?!” Her whole body went reeling. “I’m sorry, what?!” She grabbed him by the scruff like a misbehaving cat and hauled him back upright.

Steve slumped under her hold and shrugged. “It's just kind of, I don't know. It's just a crush, I just don't know what to do with it.”

“Wait, what?!” Robin repeated, glancing up and staring across the dance floor where Chrissy had appeared near the bar, scanning for them. “Three more!” Robin shouted at her, throwing a hand up with three fingers lifted when their eyes met. “Three more rounds!”

“Each!” Steve called. He didn’t know what Chrissy saw in their faces, maybe it was desperation or just the possibility of juicy gossip but even though she couldn’t have heard them so far away, she grinned and nodded, turning back to the bar.

Steve rounded on Robin, bringing their faces close together and poking her in the chest. “If you fucking tell anybody-”

Robin was completely unphased. “Of course I’m not gonna tell anyone! You know- look at this face!” She said, bringing Steve’s finger up to rest on her nose and doing a terrible job of biting down on her grin.

“You tell everybody everything!”

His soulmate had the worst poker face he’d ever seen.

“I’m cool.”

“You are gonna let it slip.”

“No! Of course not!”

Steve slouched in his seat with a petulant fake pout. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

“Wait, what about him?” She nudged at his shoulder. “For me…” Robin looked out across the bar again where Chrissy was lining up their drinks on a tray. “It’s her cute little nose and her thighs-”

“Are you talking about Chrissy again?”

“Yesyesyes.” She replied with an air of ‘keep up’ “its her sweetness and kindness and unflappably positive outlook. But she could also get mean if she has to-” Robin didn’t seem to be entirely aware that the woman she was watching slowly make their way over to them was not just a figment of her fantasies but was actually here and would soon be involved in the conversation.

He wasn’t too worried about Chrissy finding out about his crush, she probably already knew if the looks she’d been giving him the past few weeks were anything to go by.

“What is it about him?”

Steve dragged his eyes away from Chrissy and back to Robin, twirling his empty shot glass on the table, contemplating.  “He's fun, he makes me laugh, I like his ridiculous… everything. I think he's complicated and layered.” He glanced up as Chrissy set the tray down. “I don't know.”

“That’s cool.” Robin said, her voice uncharacteristically soft amongst the loudness.

“I’m not gonna act on it or anything!” Steve’s eyes bounced between the two girls. Chrissy seemed to pick up on what was happening immediately, sitting with her elbows on the table, leaning in while Robin stared at him disbelievingly, like he’d just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable.

“I wouldn’t have thought he'd be your type.” She said, giving him clemency and changing the thread of the conversation.

“I don’t think… he thinks… that I’m his type…” Steve replied with a crease in his brow, all the male pronouns in that sentence were confusing the shit out of him. 

“So you’re telling me you’re not serious about this? That’s it’s just a crush, that this is not a thing-”

“Yeah, of course!” He exclaimed, not even believing himself and from the looks of it the two girls, they didn’t believe him either.

“Because what if… all he does is go on about how his love life is hopeless. What if he doesn’t even know what he likes?” Robin waggled her eyebrows at him, clearly insinuating that he should pursue.

Steve snorted, reaching for one of the multiple shots Chrissy set down. “I’ve had that fantasy.” He tried to make a light joke out of it but it was all too real in his own head. The amount of times he’d thought about introducing Eddie to all the shit he liked to have done to him in the bedroom and all the things he liked to do in return was downright obsessive.

He knocked his shot back at the same time the two girls did. The drink was definitely getting to him and Robin wasn’t far behind. They were entering Stage 4 Drunk.

Whimsy.

“He could be lost,” Robin squished his cheeks in between her hands, “he could be at sea right now, and you could be the anchor that brings him home.”

Steve nodded. “I could be the flame in the darkness.”

Chrissy was looking endlessly entertained. “I don't think that's how anchors work. Anchor brings you to the bottom, if I recall. Be the anchor that brings him to the bottom.”

But Robin just looked at her like she was agreeing with everything they said, barrelling forward. “What if he's lost because he doesn't know that you're what he's looking for? He thinks he likes-” she waved her arm out to the bodies on the dance floor.

Steve nodded. “I could be his beacon…” he downed the shot, the sharp tangle of alcohol shocking the whimsy out of him. “I need to stop saying these things.” He shook his head. “No, these aren’t any of these things anyway so like… it’s just this- I’m already-”

“It could totally be a possibility.” Robin yanked on his arm.

“It’s not a possibility-”

“But maybe it is.” She insisted with a look in her eye that he did not like.

“No.”

“Don’t worry.” She ran a hand clumsily through his hair, leaning in conspiratorially. “I’ll do some work.”

“nO!” Steve screamed helplessly while Chrissy cackled. “NO!”

But Robin was already nodding to herself. “I’ll find something I can do here.”

“No, Robin! Confiding! This was an exercise in confiding!”

She grinned at him like she was in on some big secret, darting two fingers between their eyes while Steve stared despondent. “I see what you’re getting at.”

“It's very black and white, it's just don't tell the secrets.” He tried to impress upon her, grabbing her hand which was still moving between them. “It's not that I'm getting at anything, it's just that this stays between us.” He glanced over at Chrissy who was looking wildly entertained. “This is our girl thing, okay?”

“Hey, but no matter what, we're not letting this break up the three of us.” Robin used her free hand to draw a circle around the three of them.

“No, absolutely not. We’re ride or die. It's not going to change anything.”

“No.” Robin nodded, seemingly satisfied but Steve still felt like his sanity was still in danger.

“Don't let it change anything.” He pleaded.

“It won't.” She grinned, all misplaced confidence and see-through casual exterior. “I will behave the same.”

“You’re already not.” He insisted, looking at her wide ‘I have a secret’ smile.

“Cool as a cucumber.”

“Oh my god.” Steve grabbed two more shots off the tray, knocking one back but the second was plucked from his grip.

Eddie wedged himself into the tiny amount of space beside Steve, his stolen shot disappearing down his throat.

“What are we talking about? Buckley’s got her ‘I have a secret’ smile on.”

Robin was staring at Eddie wide eyes with a huge grin on her face and if she thought she was being subtle she was fucking delusional. 

Shit.

Steve knew from past experience she was about five minutes away from accidentally outing his big stupid fuck off crush so he had to deal with this himself.

He shoved Eddie out of the booth, calling a quick “Going out for a smoke!” over his shoulder and dragging him by the hand towards the back.

Steve wasn’t sure how long they stayed gone, but after two cigarettes each and something wild and intense in the bathroom afterwards, he found he didn’t really care.

[jooillusion]

I was watching a drunk scene in a movie, and my brain went to you being at a friend's apartment party with Seungmin.

Both of you are way too drunk and decide it would be a good idea to try to soober up in the bathroom. After almost flooding the place, you both end up sitting on the ground with your faces way too close to each other and many hands.

Everything that might happen next will be blamed on the alcohol when the topic of why the bathroom was locked comes up the following morning ✋️

( I'm sorry if this is too specific, I've been thinking about this since I saw the movie, and tipsy seungmin seems to be funny )

drunkfessions with seungmin <3

warnings: alcohol consumption, an unholy amount of cursing, making out, suggestive(?) kinda

pairings: o.de x reader ft. jungsu

don’t be sorry if it was too specific, it helps me think better love :) also what movie was it because now I’m curious!

“dude, trust me I saw it on the internet.” seungmin slurs over his words, the seriousness in his eyes comical. he holds up a shot of sink water way too close to your mouth. your face scrunches up in disgust, pushing away the tiny cup. “cmon, I already took my shot.” he’s pouting now. his voice is loud, booming over the music that plays outside of the door. you don’t even know why you let him drag you to the bathroom, ignoring your instinct to run after he closed the door behind you. he saw you sitting on the couch, head in hands as the headache started to develop in your head. he told you to follow him out of the kindness of his drunk heart.

when your neighbor jungsu invited you to his party, you thought it would only have a few people due to the size of his apartment. oh boy were you wrong. the apartment was crowded with people. you knew he would’ve invited seungmin, which is one of the reasons why you came.

however you were familiar with seungmin but not drunk seungmin. he was sweet, honest, and overall chill. but you should’ve known not to follow him inside of the bathroom judging by the way he downed almost half a bottle of alcohol by himself, his sloppy dance moves that you had to witness due to a sudden dance circle surrounding him, and the way his voice shouted damn near every three minutes to get the party hype. but you can’t turn back the times now that you’re here.

“okay well there’s another method I read.” he says, pushing the pop up drain down to stop further water from entering the drainage underneath. he watches as the water slowly fills up the sink.

“where are you even getting this information from?” you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.

“you ever heard of reddit?” his attention leaves the running water to turn towards you laughing your ass off. he doesn’t care though, only trying to defend his case. “if you put your head under cold water it help! seriously!”

“you actually believe that shit?” tears of laughter start to prickle at the corners of your eyes. he shoots an offended glare towards you, watching you wipe your tears.

“you’re fucking telling me slenderman didn’t have you shitting your pants when you were at least ten?” though he’s drunk, he’s terrifyingly serious, only making the situation more amusing.

“and who the fuck is that?”

seungmin sighs, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighs. he explains the ridiculous character that sounds made up from his first sentence. you’re biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing, especially when he says that he had to sleep with his mom for days after he found out.

“dude I’m serious! he could still be out here creeping outside this house and we’ll never know…” he puts his arms around his biceps, shivering dramatically. you roll your eyes at his shenanigans, finding him obnoxious but cute at the same time. he’s about to explain another story, but the sound of water dripping onto the floor catches both of yours attention—well yours as seungmin pays it no mind, still trying to get his point across. you’re reacting fast out of panic, grabbing the decorative towels that sit on the counter, pushing seungmin out of the way.

“what the fuck- oh…” his eyes widen at the filled sink and he’s following right behind you quickly. you turn the sink off, trying to clean up the water from the counters so you wouldn’t have to face the guilt destroying somebody else’s belongings. seungmin is trying to be kind enough to help, but the alcohol in his system doesn’t help his situation at all, only making him slip and fall on the small pool of water on the floor. the panic hits harder watching him land on the floor.

“holy shit! are you alright-” and you’re slipping right after him. you try to catch yourself, flailing your arms but it’s no use, bracing yourself for the impact of the hard floor and the embarrassment that’ll definitely creep up when you leave the bathroom.

the floor isn’t what you land on though. a groan is forced out of sengmin’s mouth as your body lands on top of his. and he saw it coming, his arms wrapping around your body in an attempt to catch you, the impact of it all coming down harder than he expected. you’re laying onto his chest, your cheeks burning in embarrassment especially since his arms aren’t unwrapping you. you hear his heartbeat speed up, your head lifting up to meet his eyes. he’s just as affected.

his eyes are too busy admiring you up close, his eyes trailing down to your lips, parted trying to steady your breath. reality hits him when he realizes he’s been staring for too long, almost pushing you off of him when he sits up. you catch your body from being rolled over, sitting up looking at seungmin. you’re unable to tell if the blush on his cheeks are from the alcohol or the moment you two just accidentally shared. the silence in the air is as thick as the tension, seungmin clearing his throat to kill it.

“hey um…I’m sorry if I made y-you uncomfortable,” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I didn’t want you to hurt yourself y’know?” you’re just watching him speak and he’s waiting from a response from you.

“I was just trying to help you out. If you don’t want to be around me I understan-” you’re cutting him off, finally listening to your instincts to shut him up with a kiss. he’s almost immediately reacting, as if he was waiting for you to shut him up, his hand coming up to your cheek to stroke the soft flesh. the alcohol in your system only encourages you to be bolder, straddling his hips.

“you talk too damn much.” you say between kisses. his lips curve into a smile, his hands pulling the jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it next to him. he pulls away once the air starts to give out. you reach up behind him to twist the lock on the door, placing your index fingers between your lips and signaling him to be quiet.

he nods and immediately dives back into your lips. you’re getting bolder by the second, tongue sliding between his lips and licking inside of his mouth. seungmin is not complaining at all though, being just as hungry as you as the kiss turns sloppy, his warm hands running underneath your shirt to massage your hips. you’re both too far gone and too busy with each others lips, the party long forgotten.

the sound of knocks on your door pull you away from your sleep. you figured that you’d ignore it, but it becomes too annoying when the person seems to not give up until you answered. you sigh out of frustration, walking to the door and being greeted by jungsu with an equally sleepy seungmin next to him.

“the fuck do you want?”

“well good morning to you too, sleeping beauty.” jungsu laughs, his grip on seungmin’s arm signals that he dragged him here out of his sleep. “care to explain why you two disappeared for a while,”

your eyes suddenly widen. seungmin looks at you with the same look. the thoughts of yesterday slowly started to make their way back into your mind. you both look like your hands were caught in the cookie jar and you’re eyeing jungsu, your mouth ready to come up with an excuse but his mouth speaks faster than yours.

“and why my bathroom door was fucking locked for almost an hour? and I know it wasn’t because of reddit.”

I’m not sure if I did this correctly but I wrote this within two hours before work so sorry if this feels rushed </3

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 2

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, minor alcohol, some talk of BAU style cases.

Over the next couple of weeks you managed to slip into your role within the BAU better than you’d expected. Teams like this were often smaller, had worked together far longer and thus were very tight knit, likely spending more time with their work family than their actual families. You still got that vibe from these guys, but there was still an appropriate amount of welcoming and support as you got yourself situated, it didn’t feel like you were the new outcast or anything. You spent the time reading over the files of their last couple of cases, or the most prominent ones to get yourself adjusted to what kind of cases they accepted on a regular basis. The rest of the time you were flipping through the stack of potentials cases you might be taking in the coming weeks, which meant you were doing so alongside Emily in her office. You still weren’t sure if that was an added bonus, or if it somehow made it worse.

She’d given you the general guidelines of how to flag the files with different coloured post it notes, yellow for children, red for high risk, blue for ones you were sure were connected even if they weren’t in the same state. She was behind her desk, doing the same thing as you were, originally you’d been at a spare table in her office, trying to pretend like you weren’t in the same room. Once you’d split for lunch you’d come back a little more comfortable, out of pure habit you’d brought an extra coffee back with you, placing it on her desk with a small apology that you weren’t sure how she liked it, a handful of cream and sugar on the side. You then settled in the chair across from her desk and it wasn’t much longer before your feet were propped up in the spare chair across from you as you continued to flip through police files. Every so often a comment or question would move between the two of you, one of you passing a file or picture to the other to agree or disprove an idea.

“Wait.. hold on.” Emily’s voice broke through the silence, “where’s that file from Omaha? I want to check something.”

She glanced up at you and you dropped the file you were reading onto your lap, turning the chair beside you as you dug through the folders before pulling out the one she wanted and passing it to her. It was then that your hands met, the touch lingering for only a moment longer than it should have but it still made your heart beat faster in your chest, electricity shooting between your bodies. Emily ducked her gaze as she opened the folder, doing the best to ignore the heat surging through her, praying her flushed cheeks weren’t as noticeable as they felt. She glanced between the files, suddenly clearing her throat,

“Here, look at this.” She passed over the file from Wichita, “does this not look like a pattern?”

You quickly skimmed through the file, flipping through the pages as you drank in the information, nodding as you did so.

“It’s small, almost too small for anyone else to catch but it’s definitely there. It’s only a five hour drive between them.” You risked a glance up at her, “and I bet if we check smaller towns between the two we find more similar crimes.”

“So you are good at this.” She nearly smirked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re the one that approved my transfer.”

Before she could get any sense of a rebuttal in there was a knock on her open door, Derek swinging through the space.

“Hey, can I steal Wilson for a couple of hours?”

“Oh.. what have you got up your sleeve?” Emily nearly groaned and you glanced between them with a soft grin on your cheeks.

“Just wanted to take her to the range.”

“What, you think I’m a bad shot?” You chuckled, glancing toward him.

“I’m sure you can handle your service weapon, but do you even know how to handle the big boys?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You raised a brow in response, knowing your experience and training was up to par to everyone on the team. Emily glanced between the two of you, knowing she had to make some calls between the local departments of the cases she’d pulled before she shook her head.

“She’s all yours. But be back by four, we might have a case.”

“Thanks. Will do.” Derek shot her a grin as you stood from your chair, stretching out your body quickly and Emily did not miss the way your shirt buttons stretched over your body, teasing the bare skin underneath it. You flashed a her a smile and a quick thank you to being let out of office early before collecting your things and following Derek.

“Morgan!” She suddenly called out, the two of you stalling in the room looking back to her, “behave please.”

“I’ll try.” He jokingly shot her a wink and you let out a groan, rolling your eyes before the two of you disappeared, her office door swinging shut behind the two of you

**

As it turned out your suspicions had been right, the murder case in Omaha and the kidnapping in Wichita were connected and there was no doubt it was the same unsub. The team flew out to Wichita with Penelope in tow this time making it a total of seven of you. You were on the outskirts of town, staying at a motel out there so you were as close to crime scenes as you could be and Emily would forever be grateful that they only had four rooms available, pulling rank as Unit Chief that she got the one solo room. If it was any other situation she would’ve jumped at the opportunity to bunk with you, but right now she knew that was a terrible idea, you both had work to do and she couldn’t tempt you or herself otherwise.

Over the course of the next few days she found herself continually impressed with you, you slipped into your role within the team perfectly, your brain worked just as fast if not faster than the other agents she’d been working with for years. You managed to figure out a huge connection and thanks to that she encouraged you to take lead on an interrogation that she couldn’t help but smile as she watched you crack the guy within minutes.

“We’ve got a good one in her.” JJ commented with a grin, glancing at Emily as they watched through the glass.

“We sure do…”

As the team prepped to head out into the field to apprehend the unsub you had to do your best to focus on the task at hand and not let your brain short circuit over the sight of Emily vested up, gun on her hip. Little did you know that she was having the same dilemma watching you, the way you strapped it on with ease, laughing over something Derek had said.

It turned out it was a very easy extraction, the unsub gave only a little bit of resistance before giving over the kidnappee and even submitted before he had to get shot down. All in all, it was what the team would call a good day. A few hours of paperwork and reconnecting the victim with their family and you were saying goodbye to Wichita and heading back to the jet.

There was a general feeling of joy and celebration pulsating through the air and you were all certain that definitely had something to do with Penelope also being there. She brought a light to the team in a way that no one else truly could, and after an easier case like this one, everyone was in high spirits. Instead of the usual exhaustion and melancholy taking over the jet, it was laughter, excited conversations and energy surging through everyone. The usually not touched mini bar was cracked, a couple of bottles popped to celebrate a good win, and your first official solve with the team.

You, JJ, Derek, Spencer and Penelope were seated together in the larger bundle of seats, JJ perched on the arm of Penelope’s seat as you joked around. Emily was near the back of the jet, currently by herself while Dave took the time to dig out the more expensive bourbon, mixing himself a drink.

“Okay, okay!” Penelope started, “so we know you’re like, awesome at your job, and that you’ve lived in Florida and Seattle, but like, we need more.”

“Pen…” JJ nearly warned with a laugh and you waved her off.

“It’s fine.” You took a sip of your drink, “what’d you want to know?”

“Twenty questions?” Garcia grinned wildly back at you and you laughed again, nodding that they could go ahead with their antics. “Ooo, okay, let’s start easy, cats or dogs?”

“Overall? Dogs. I like both but considering the job if I was to get one it’d have to be a cat.”

“Makes sense.” The blonde smiled across at you, “favourite colour?”

“Red.” You answered instantly before your eyes flicked up to the back of the plane where Emily was sat, red tank underneath her pantsuit.

“Favourite season?” JJ asked from her perch on the arm of Garcia’s chair.

“Well, everything was summer in Florida, but if I get an actual choice, fall.”

“You’re not one of those pumpkin spice whores are you?” Derek teased, jabbing at your arm as he did so and you rolled your eyes with a scoff, swatting at his hand.

“No. Coffee is meant to be tasted not masked with grossness. One sugar, max two creams, and there is no point to decaf, yes it tastes the same, which is delicious, but if it’s not going to wake me up what’s the point?”

“Someone who gets it.” Penelope reached out to high five you before taking another sip of her drink.

“I’ve gotta ask.” Derek started, “what was the best thing about living in Florida, cause… I’ve gotta know.” You let out a loud laugh, your head tossed back into the seat behind you.

“Let me preface by saying that despite the insanity that is Florida crime, it really isn’t that bad.” You nearly winced, “like yeah it’s fucking crazy but considering what we see on a regular basis it could definitely be a lot worse.” You thought for a moment, taking a swig of your drink, “I honestly think the weather was a big pull, there were days where it was way too hot, but most of the time it was just permanent summer.”

“What about Seattle?” Spencer asked.

“Too much rain.” You replied dryly, “it rained in Florida but that was a quick one. Like, it’d be midday, a really bad thunderstorm would take over for half an hour, so much rain they’d flood a place but then it was over. Seattle was the constant you woke up to rain and it was gloomy all day, it was terrible, made everything seem so much more downtrodden. Florida may have been Florida but at least there was sunshine.”

“Can we dig deeper?” Penelope asked from her seat, a sly grin on her face and you couldn’t help but giggle, your cheeks warming at the way she asked her question.

“Sure.” You raised a brow over the rim of your drink, “give me your worst.”

“Well I’ll start easy.” She replied with a chuckle, “what colour is your toothbrush?”

“Blue.” You grinned, “yours?”

“Pink.” She smiled and you let out a small laugh.

“On brand.”

“Morning or night?” Spencer cut in.

“Night.” You replied, “though I do love the quiet and calm that comes with morning, even if it’s ten a.m. it’s just more peaceful. But I’m always going to be a night owl, I get more done without any interruptions and if I could sleep all day I would.”

“Note to self.” Derek began, “make sure Wilson’s the last to wake up on overnight trips.”

“I will forever thank you.” You laughed, settling back in your seat.

“Okay, here’s the big one.” Penelope began, “no ring, so… boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? Or single?”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes darting to the back of the jet lightning fast and you weren’t surprised to catch Emily’s eyes on you, hoping your cheeks weren’t flushed when you answered.

“I’m currently not seeing anyone, and if you were to ask, I like the wine, not what’s on the label.”

“So you’ve never been married?” Spencer asked before he even realized the words left his mouth and you chuckled.

“No. What about you pretty boy?” His cheeks flushed a shade of pink as he ducked down to the book in his hand and the group laughed.

It was on the other side of the jet that Emily continued to watch you, attempting for it to be done discreetly. She knew you’d already caught her once so she looked down to the paperwork she was supposed to be working on, her ears piqued into your conversation as it continued. So much of her wished she could be over there with you, congratulating you on your first case with the BAU but she knew if she was the rest of the team would realize there was more than met the eye, so she stayed put.

“She’s a good fit.” David’s voice broke into her internal monologue and she nearly jumped out of her seat, letting out a low swear as he settled beside her, passing her a drink.

“What?”

“You’re profiling her right now.” He chuckled, nudging at her arm with his elbow, “you don’t need to. She’s a great fit with the team and she proved herself with this case, I mean, just look at her.”

Emily chuckled finally averting her gaze as she flipped the file on her lap shut, letting out a soft sigh. Rossi definitely didn’t need to tell her twice to look at you, it was basically all she could do at this point. She would be eternally grateful that your first case had worked out like this and you had rightfully earned your spot on the team but there was that teeny spot within her that wished you’d done horribly so you wouldn’t be part of her unit. Then she’d be able to properly pursue you. Instead you’d gone and proved just how worthy you were, how good you were and in the process turned her on even more. You weren’t just an agent with a smart thought, you were someone who could read people after only a moment, someone who knew exactly what danger was and wasn’t afraid of stepping into it, someone who knew exactly how a team worked to keep everyone safe and she loved it.

The jet finally landed in Virginia and everyone gathered their things, either saying goodnight or making their way back into headquarters to pick up a couple of things. Considering this case was kind of last minute for you, you needed to grab the dirty Tupperware from your desk at least, if not pick up a couple of case files that needed reading. You had been sure everyone else had gone home too until the light in Emily’s office flicked off. When you looked up, she was making her way over to you, a soft smile on her face.

“Good work this week Wilson.” She murmured, “you’ve really proved yourself and your placement on this team. Not a lot of people manage to do that in such a short time frame.”

“Thank you ma’am.” You responded so instinctively you barely realized what she was saying until she chuckled darkly, her eyes dragging up you form.

“It’s such a shame I can’t reward you how you deserve.”

Emily simply smirked at you, giving you a quick wink before she turned, heading to the elevator and you were left in the bullpen to catch your breath. You knew it was wrong to hook up with her, but at the very least you knew it wasn’t against policy to imagine her fucking you over the next three days.

And that was exactly what you were about to do.

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[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader ~| Levi Ending|~

The same grey eyes Y/N wished to never see again locked with her very own. Facing towards him, Y/N breath became shakier. Levi was holding a glass shard and his hands were all bloodied up. He stepped forward a bit only for Y/N to step back a few steps, only to be pulled gently by the wrist.

”Y/N. We have to go, now.” Levi said before dragging Y/N out, not letting her respond or process the information.

”W-wait Levi!” Y/N said whilst stopping him. “I have to take you back to some room and keep you there-“

”So you can what? Help me? Or are you going to treat me like an animal like the rest of them and lock me up?” Levi asked in a rude manner.

”L-Levi.. it’s not about keeping you in a room, it’s about your safety. Reiner and Bertolt have weapons and I’m guessing they have help from outsiders. We have to keep you safe-“ Y/N began to say only to be interrupted once again.

”Cut the crap Y/N. We both know that Erwin wants you to do this, because that means I’m less of an opponent to everyone.” Levi began to say.

”An opponent? What are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

”Your so oblivious of all of this, that’s why it makes me so interested in you.” Levi muttered, Y/N raised her eyebrow in confusion.

”Levi, we have to go before someone dangerous drugs you.” Y/N said as she began to drag him away only to be pulled into him, facing him.

”You listen to me Y/N, all of your friends are dead and I can prove it. If those two bastards even try to shoot me, they’ll fail and you know that.” Levi said.

”My friends.. how can I trust you?!” Y/N asked whilst taking a few steps back.

”I saw them get crushed under a pillar. That freckled one was covering that small brat, who still died, whilst your loud friend was sprawled across the floor.” Levi explained.

Y/N fell to the ground and sobbed harder than ever. Those were her best friends, sisters even. She didn’t ever argue with them, always got along and felt closer to them than her actual relatives. Why? Why did this world have to take them from her?

“It’s okay Y/N. I’m here.” Levi said as he kneeled down and soothed her back by rubbing circles. “We have to get going before-“

”Y/N! Get away from Levi!” A voice yelled out.

Looking Y/N saw Erwin, standing from a distance and holding a drug. It looked like he was planning on having Levi go unconscious. Standing up and taking a few steps, Y/N saw Levi looking at her as he stood up too.

”Y/N. If you move from that spot, I’ll make sure to punish you once I’m done with this big-ass eyebrow bastard.” Levi threatened.

”Y/N go!” Erwin yelled as he and Levi began to fight. 

The fight was intense as they punished and kicked each other. Y/N stood in fear and took a small step back, wanting to run away but unable to. Erwin pulled out a pistol and held it to Levi’s head as a sign that he should stop but Levi grabbed it and flipped it to face Erwin and quickly shot his throat, letting him bleed out.

”Good job Y/N.” Levi praised as he quickly moved Erwin off him and made his way to her. “I can see you moved a bit but I’m sure it was because you were scared. Right?”

“Y-yeah.” Y/N whispered.

”Thats good Darling.” Levi said as he grabbed her wrist and led her out of the building.

.

.

.

Walking into the living room, Levi sat next to her and the son she held on her lap. That day, Y/N and Levi had left the building in time before it had collapsed. The two lived in the apartment that Y/N lived in with her friends.

”Doesn’t he look so cute.” Y/N asked before looking down at the baby.

”He had my eyes..” Levi bluntly said. “Is Krista in her room?”

”Yes.” Y/N responded as she rocked the baby in her arms.

“To this day I don’t understand why you wanted her to have a long name.” Levi said, earning a look from Y/N. “Krista Sasha Ackerman. That’s not even a middle name.”

“I know but its nice.” Y/N said.

”And you think Aiden Ymir Ackerman is good too?” Levi asked sarcastically. “Be grateful I let you name him after your brother. I hope those other names aren’t those friends of yours..”

”No Levi.. they’re not.” Y/N lied.

”I saw that you got me new cleaning supplies. Thank you darling, I needed them quite badly.” Levi said as he kissed her temple.

”Your welcome.. love you too.” Y/N whispered.

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

Hell Hath No Fury (4/?)

Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. I really try to personally thank everyone who reviews with an account here (if I missed you, it wasn’t intentional!) and to the guests whom I can’t personally thank…I’m thanking you now. Especially the guest who said I was one of the best writers…thank you, those words mean a lot. I’m hardly the best, I just try to keep everyone as much in character as possible.

Fair warning…I detest writing casework and police work…so the shooter stuff is going to get wrapped up without much actual procedural writing. That’s not to say there won’t still be a confrontation, but I prefer to focus my writing on the relationships and the angst as opposed to someone running down 3 different leads.

I still don’t own Castle…

xxxxx

When Beckett walked into Castle’s room, she was carrying two cups of coffee. She smiled when she saw him sitting up, looking better than he had the evening before; he still didn’t look completely like himself, but she could tell he seemed to be a little more rested and feeling slightly better. “Hey,” she greeted, placing his coffee on the stand beside his bed where he’d be able to reach it.

“Beckett…you brought me coffee,” Castle greeted her with a smile.

She hid an almost shy smile behind her own cup as she took a drink. “I figured it’s the least I can do. I probably owe you like a hundred coffees by now, right?” she joked lightly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m on some good pain medication. And I’m still tired. But all things considered, not as bad as the alternative,” he answered her question. “The doctor did morning rounds already; apparently I’m good enough to move down to a regular room later today.”

“That’s good,” she told him with a smile. “Do you feel up to talking about what you remember?” she asked after a moment, cautiously broaching the subject. Her smile faded slightly when she noticed the look on his face. “You don’t have to right now…”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No, I can, it’s just…you’re still going after the guy?” Though he knew he shouldn’t be that surprised. She had blinders on when it came to anything to do with her mother’s case.

“You can’t be surprised by that, Castle,” she stated simply. “Why wouldn’t I be trying to find the man who shot you?”

“Because he’s going to kill you, Kate!” he said in frustration.

She scoffed slightly. “I’m a cop, Castle. I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m not an easy target. I know they’re looking for me.”

He just stared at her. He could not believe they were going to have this same argument all over again right now, after everything. “Considering everything that happened, I’d disagree with that statement.” Seeing her look, he pressed on. “If I hadn’t shoved you out of the way, you’d be right here. Or worse.”

She swallowed hard at his words and was silent for a moment. She didn’t want to fight with him. “Are you going to tell me what you remember about the shooting, or not?” she finally asked, doing her best to keep her tone neutral.

He clenched his jaw for a moment. “Not much. All I saw was a flash of light. It must have been the sunlight catching something on the gun,” he relayed the information to her. “That little flash was all I saw.”

She sighed, running her hand through her hair. “That’s not surprising. We don’t have much more than that either,” she admitted to him. “It’s like he just vanished.”

“Then let him vanish, Kate,” he pleaded with her, meeting her eyes.

Silently holding his stare for a few moments, she finally had to look away. “So what are your plans when you get out of here?” she tried to change the subject. She didn’t want to fight with him, but she wasn’t backing down from the case either. It was too personal.

“I don’t know. I supposed I would just recover at the loft. Why?”

Taking a deep breath at the frustration in his tone, she released it slowly. “Maybe…you should go to the Hamptons,” she suggested, trying to keep her tone indifferent. “It seems like a much more peaceful place to recover.” And you won’t be in the city in case I still haven’t caught the jackass by then, so you won’t have to know what I’m doing.

“You’re trying to get rid of me,” he commented.

“Why would I do that?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Because if you’re still hunting the shooter by the time I’m released, you don’t want me here to stop you.”

Damn. She’d honestly hoped to avoid having to talk about her plan with him, but he knew her playbook too well, so there was no reason to bother trying to hide it anymore. “Castle, I’m

hunting down this son of a bitch whether you like it or not. He’s connected to my mother’s murder. He came after me. You got shot because you’re too close to me,” she stated firmly, her voice raising and taking an angry edge. “Now I’m asking you to go to the Hamptons when you’re released. Don’t make me go through Alexis and your mother to get you there,” she stated in a low tone, her eyes meeting his, daring him to challenge her. She would absolutely do it. She was not backing down on this; she needed him out of the city for her to do what she needed to do; if he was still in the city and found out exactly how she planned to get the shooter, he would try to stop her.

He stared her down for a few moments before relenting. “Fine,” he said lowly, clearly not happy with her. “There’s no way to ever win this argument with you; you’re going to do what you want to do anyway. You’re determined to push me away, so fine. You win. When I’m released, I’ll go to the Hamptons, and you won’t have to worry about anyone trying to stop you from running straight down the rabbit hole and getting yourself killed.” Had he not been stuck in a hospital bed during this argument, he would have walked away at that point. Instead, all he could do was glare at her.

“Good morning, Richard!” Martha came striding into the room with a smile. Seeing her son and the detective seemingly caught in the middle of a tense exchange, she paused. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, Mother. Beckett was just leaving,” Castle answered, his eyes never leaving her and his voice laced with anger.

Beckett swallowed hard at the sound of his tone. He was kicking her out. Nodding, she took a deep breath and stepped away from his bedside. “Good to see you again, Martha,” she acknowledged his mother on her way out the door.

Martha watched the detective leave and then turned her eyes to her son. “What did I just walk in on?”

Castle clenched his jaw and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. “She’s going after the shooter.”

“Of course she is. She’s a police officer…that’s her job.”

“No, not like this. This guy is going to kill her, Mother, and she’s running straight toward him!”

“Richard…the last thing Katherine Beckett needs is for you to try to be her protector…look where that’s gotten you,” she stated, gesturing to the hospital bed. “She’s a detective and a grown woman who is more than capable of taking care of herself. What she needs is a friend to stand beside her.”

He released a slow breath. “Yeah, well she’s making damn sure I can’t stand beside her. She’s pushing me away,” he said lowly. “She may not need me to protect her, but I don’t want her trying to protect me either.”

“Richard, this is who she is! You’ve known that since you began shadowing her. She hasn’t suddenly changed, and yet you’ve always found a way to be by her side before.”

“This is different…”

“You’re right, it is,” Martha nodded her head. “It’s different because she cares about you.”

“Mother…”

“I watched that woman go through hell while you were in surgery. Somehow, she pulled herself together enough to come over and be strong for me, and especially for Alexis. So don’t sit there in that bed thinking that you’re the only one in the relationship who cares deeply. She may not be able to say it, may not know how to show it, but I don’t know many women who would do what she did…certainly not either of your ex-wives.”

Castle sat quietly for a few moments. His mother was right. Both Gina and Meredith were self-absorbed and selfish. In a crisis, they would be more likely to think of themselves than to be there for his daughter or mother. “She’s just so…maddening!” he finally sighed.

“Welcome to being in love, kiddo,” Martha patted his hand sympathetically.

xxxxx

“Yo Beckett! How’s Castle?” Esposito asked when he spotted her coming out of the elevator.

“Fine,” she answered in a clipped tone.

He gave her a questioning look, but didn’t push. “He remember seeing anything?”

“Nothing that will help,” she shook her head, dropping down in her chair and bringing her fingers together to lock as she rested her forehead against her joined hands. “We’re pretty much dead in the water.”

“Uh, maybe not…” Ryan called out as he approached her desk. “Canvas turned up several people who saw a grounds worker during the funeral. Only when I talked to the cemetery, they said they didn’t have anyone working at the time of the funeral,” he offered his information with a smile.

“So the shooter disguised himself to blend in…” Beckett realized. “Was anyone able to see his face?”

“Already with a sketch artist,” Ryan’s smile grew.

Beckett returned the man’s smile; this was a lead. It wasn’t the best lead she’d ever gotten, but considering the difficulty of the case, and the lack of anything else, this was solid and it was something. At least she’d know what face she was looking for.

Before she could have another thought, a stern female voice came from the doorway of the captain’s office. “Detective Beckett! My office!”

Beckett’s head snapped around at the sound of her name, and she gave the voice a nod before looking back to the boys. “Who’s that?” she whispered.

“New captain started this morning. Captain Victoria ‘Iron’ Gates. Made her rank over in IA,” Esposito explained. “You missed her morning briefing when she took over this morning.”

“Great,” Beckett murmured, standing and heading toward the office. Giving a knock, she stepped inside. “Yes Ma’am?”

“If you see my mother, you can call her Ma’am. You will call me Captain or Sir,” she started, her eyes looking over the file on her desk.

This is going swimmingly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your reputation precedes you, Detective. Youngest woman in the NYPD to make detective. You beat me by 6 weeks.”

“I didn’t realize that people kept score,” Beckett shook her head uncomfortably.

“Everybody keeps score, Detective. Especially those downtown,” she stated, finally looking up to meet the eyes of the other woman. “You missed my morning briefing.”

“Yes, Sir. I was getting a statement from a witness about the shooting case I’m working.”

Gates leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms at that. “The shooting that took place at the funeral.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The shooting involving Mr. Castle taking a bullet for you.”

Beckett squirmed slightly, both uncomfortable and unsure where the conversation was going. “Yes, Sir.”

Gates studied the younger woman for a moment. “I hope you shared the statement with Detectives Ryan and Esposito.”

“I did.”

“Good, it’s their case. You’re not on this one.”

Beckett’s eyes widened. “Sir, it’s my case!”

“No, Detective. It’s not. I decide who works what case around here, and I won’t stand for a detective investigating their own shooting.”

“Sir, I wasn’t shot.”

“As the Mayor has been so quick to point out to me, you would have been if not for Mr. Castle. You’re too involved, Detective. You can help connect the dots from inside these walls, but you are not to do any field work in this case.”

“Sir…Castle…”

“Is a civilian who was shot protecting an NYPD detective,” Gates interrupted.

“He’s my partner. You have to let me find the shooter.”

“No, he's a civilian consultant who bought his way into playing cop, not your partner. And I don’t have to let you do anything. That is all, Detective.”

Beckett stood there, at first not believing the conversation that had just taken place, and then not sure whether or not she could or even should fight this. “Yes, Sir,” she stated lowly before heading out of the office and closing the door behind her.

Ryan and Esposito watched as she came out of the office looking like her head was about to explode. “What did Gates want?” Ryan asked.

“To bench me on this case,” she huffed angrily.

The two men exchanged glances. “You know we won’t keep anything from you on this one,” Esposito promised her.

“Yeah, he’s right. Just because the captain won’t let you out in the field doesn’t mean we can’t use your help here.”

Beckett clenched her jaw before releasing a deep breath. “Thanks,” she murmured, making her way to the break room for coffee. There was nothing else she could say. She was going to go stir-crazy in the precinct on this case.

xxxxx

Thanks again to everyone who is reading. I know I gave poor Beckett a hell of a day here, but I hope you’re still enjoying the story! I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter.

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Hell Hath No Fury (4/?)

Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. I really try to personally thank everyone who reviews with an account here (if I missed you, it wasn’t intentional!) and to the guests whom I can’t personally thank…I’m thanking you now. Especially the guest who said I was one of the best writers…thank you, those words mean a lot. I’m hardly the best, I just try to keep everyone as much in character as possible.

Fair warning…I detest writing casework and police work…so the shooter stuff is going to get wrapped up without much actual procedural writing. That’s not to say there won’t still be a confrontation, but I prefer to focus my writing on the relationships and the angst as opposed to someone running down 3 different leads.

I still don’t own Castle…

xxxxx

When Beckett walked into Castle’s room, she was carrying two cups of coffee. She smiled when she saw him sitting up, looking better than he had the evening before; he still didn’t look completely like himself, but she could tell he seemed to be a little more rested and feeling slightly better. “Hey,” she greeted, placing his coffee on the stand beside his bed where he’d be able to reach it.

“Beckett…you brought me coffee,” Castle greeted her with a smile.

She hid an almost shy smile behind her own cup as she took a drink. “I figured it’s the least I can do. I probably owe you like a hundred coffees by now, right?” she joked lightly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m on some good pain medication. And I’m still tired. But all things considered, not as bad as the alternative,” he answered her question. “The doctor did morning rounds already; apparently I’m good enough to move down to a regular room later today.”

“That’s good,” she told him with a smile. “Do you feel up to talking about what you remember?” she asked after a moment, cautiously broaching the subject. Her smile faded slightly when she noticed the look on his face. “You don’t have to right now…”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No, I can, it’s just…you’re still going after the guy?” Though he knew he shouldn’t be that surprised. She had blinders on when it came to anything to do with her mother’s case.

“You can’t be surprised by that, Castle,” she stated simply. “Why wouldn’t I be trying to find the man who shot you?”

“Because he’s going to kill you, Kate!” he said in frustration.

She scoffed slightly. “I’m a cop, Castle. I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m not an easy target. I know they’re looking for me.”

He just stared at her. He could not believe they were going to have this same argument all over again right now, after everything. “Considering everything that happened, I’d disagree with that statement.” Seeing her look, he pressed on. “If I hadn’t shoved you out of the way, you’d be right here. Or worse.”

She swallowed hard at his words and was silent for a moment. She didn’t want to fight with him. “Are you going to tell me what you remember about the shooting, or not?” she finally asked, doing her best to keep her tone neutral.

He clenched his jaw for a moment. “Not much. All I saw was a flash of light. It must have been the sunlight catching something on the gun,” he relayed the information to her. “That little flash was all I saw.”

She sighed, running her hand through her hair. “That’s not surprising. We don’t have much more than that either,” she admitted to him. “It’s like he just vanished.”

“Then let him vanish, Kate,” he pleaded with her, meeting her eyes.

Silently holding his stare for a few moments, she finally had to look away. “So what are your plans when you get out of here?” she tried to change the subject. She didn’t want to fight with him, but she wasn’t backing down from the case either. It was too personal.

“I don’t know. I supposed I would just recover at the loft. Why?”

Taking a deep breath at the frustration in his tone, she released it slowly. “Maybe…you should go to the Hamptons,” she suggested, trying to keep her tone indifferent. “It seems like a much more peaceful place to recover.” And you won’t be in the city in case I still haven’t caught the jackass by then, so you won’t have to know what I’m doing.

“You’re trying to get rid of me,” he commented.

“Why would I do that?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Because if you’re still hunting the shooter by the time I’m released, you don’t want me here to stop you.”

Damn. She’d honestly hoped to avoid having to talk about her plan with him, but he knew her playbook too well, so there was no reason to bother trying to hide it anymore. “Castle, I’m

hunting down this son of a bitch whether you like it or not. He’s connected to my mother’s murder. He came after me. You got shot because you’re too close to me,” she stated firmly, her voice raising and taking an angry edge. “Now I’m asking you to go to the Hamptons when you’re released. Don’t make me go through Alexis and your mother to get you there,” she stated in a low tone, her eyes meeting his, daring him to challenge her. She would absolutely do it. She was not backing down on this; she needed him out of the city for her to do what she needed to do; if he was still in the city and found out exactly how she planned to get the shooter, he would try to stop her.

He stared her down for a few moments before relenting. “Fine,” he said lowly, clearly not happy with her. “There’s no way to ever win this argument with you; you’re going to do what you want to do anyway. You’re determined to push me away, so fine. You win. When I’m released, I’ll go to the Hamptons, and you won’t have to worry about anyone trying to stop you from running straight down the rabbit hole and getting yourself killed.” Had he not been stuck in a hospital bed during this argument, he would have walked away at that point. Instead, all he could do was glare at her.

“Good morning, Richard!” Martha came striding into the room with a smile. Seeing her son and the detective seemingly caught in the middle of a tense exchange, she paused. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, Mother. Beckett was just leaving,” Castle answered, his eyes never leaving her and his voice laced with anger.

Beckett swallowed hard at the sound of his tone. He was kicking her out. Nodding, she took a deep breath and stepped away from his bedside. “Good to see you again, Martha,” she acknowledged his mother on her way out the door.

Martha watched the detective leave and then turned her eyes to her son. “What did I just walk in on?”

Castle clenched his jaw and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. “She’s going after the shooter.”

“Of course she is. She’s a police officer…that’s her job.”

“No, not like this. This guy is going to kill her, Mother, and she’s running straight toward him!”

“Richard…the last thing Katherine Beckett needs is for you to try to be her protector…look where that’s gotten you,” she stated, gesturing to the hospital bed. “She’s a detective and a grown woman who is more than capable of taking care of herself. What she needs is a friend to stand beside her.”

He released a slow breath. “Yeah, well she’s making damn sure I can’t stand beside her. She’s pushing me away,” he said lowly. “She may not need me to protect her, but I don’t want her trying to protect me either.”

“Richard, this is who she is! You’ve known that since you began shadowing her. She hasn’t suddenly changed, and yet you’ve always found a way to be by her side before.”

“This is different…”

“You’re right, it is,” Martha nodded her head. “It’s different because she cares about you.”

“Mother…”

“I watched that woman go through hell while you were in surgery. Somehow, she pulled herself together enough to come over and be strong for me, and especially for Alexis. So don’t sit there in that bed thinking that you’re the only one in the relationship who cares deeply. She may not be able to say it, may not know how to show it, but I don’t know many women who would do what she did…certainly not either of your ex-wives.”

Castle sat quietly for a few moments. His mother was right. Both Gina and Meredith were self-absorbed and selfish. In a crisis, they would be more likely to think of themselves than to be there for his daughter or mother. “She’s just so…maddening!” he finally sighed.

“Welcome to being in love, kiddo,” Martha patted his hand sympathetically.

xxxxx

“Yo Beckett! How’s Castle?” Esposito asked when he spotted her coming out of the elevator.

“Fine,” she answered in a clipped tone.

He gave her a questioning look, but didn’t push. “He remember seeing anything?”

“Nothing that will help,” she shook her head, dropping down in her chair and bringing her fingers together to lock as she rested her forehead against her joined hands. “We’re pretty much dead in the water.”

“Uh, maybe not…” Ryan called out as he approached her desk. “Canvas turned up several people who saw a grounds worker during the funeral. Only when I talked to the cemetery, they said they didn’t have anyone working at the time of the funeral,” he offered his information with a smile.

“So the shooter disguised himself to blend in…” Beckett realized. “Was anyone able to see his face?”

“Already with a sketch artist,” Ryan’s smile grew.

Beckett returned the man’s smile; this was a lead. It wasn’t the best lead she’d ever gotten, but considering the difficulty of the case, and the lack of anything else, this was solid and it was something. At least she’d know what face she was looking for.

Before she could have another thought, a stern female voice came from the doorway of the captain’s office. “Detective Beckett! My office!”

Beckett’s head snapped around at the sound of her name, and she gave the voice a nod before looking back to the boys. “Who’s that?” she whispered.

“New captain started this morning. Captain Victoria ‘Iron’ Gates. Made her rank over in IA,” Esposito explained. “You missed her morning briefing when she took over this morning.”

“Great,” Beckett murmured, standing and heading toward the office. Giving a knock, she stepped inside. “Yes Ma’am?”

“If you see my mother, you can call her Ma’am. You will call me Captain or Sir,” she started, her eyes looking over the file on her desk.

This is going swimmingly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your reputation precedes you, Detective. Youngest woman in the NYPD to make detective. You beat me by 6 weeks.”

“I didn’t realize that people kept score,” Beckett shook her head uncomfortably.

“Everybody keeps score, Detective. Especially those downtown,” she stated, finally looking up to meet the eyes of the other woman. “You missed my morning briefing.”

“Yes, Sir. I was getting a statement from a witness about the shooting case I’m working.”

Gates leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms at that. “The shooting that took place at the funeral.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The shooting involving Mr. Castle taking a bullet for you.”

Beckett squirmed slightly, both uncomfortable and unsure where the conversation was going. “Yes, Sir.”

Gates studied the younger woman for a moment. “I hope you shared the statement with Detectives Ryan and Esposito.”

“I did.”

“Good, it’s their case. You’re not on this one.”

Beckett’s eyes widened. “Sir, it’s my case!”

“No, Detective. It’s not. I decide who works what case around here, and I won’t stand for a detective investigating their own shooting.”

“Sir, I wasn’t shot.”

“As the Mayor has been so quick to point out to me, you would have been if not for Mr. Castle. You’re too involved, Detective. You can help connect the dots from inside these walls, but you are not to do any field work in this case.”

“Sir…Castle…”

“Is a civilian who was shot protecting an NYPD detective,” Gates interrupted.

“He’s my partner. You have to let me find the shooter.”

“No, he's a civilian consultant who bought his way into playing cop, not your partner. And I don’t have to let you do anything. That is all, Detective.”

Beckett stood there, at first not believing the conversation that had just taken place, and then not sure whether or not she could or even should fight this. “Yes, Sir,” she stated lowly before heading out of the office and closing the door behind her.

Ryan and Esposito watched as she came out of the office looking like her head was about to explode. “What did Gates want?” Ryan asked.

“To bench me on this case,” she huffed angrily.

The two men exchanged glances. “You know we won’t keep anything from you on this one,” Esposito promised her.

“Yeah, he’s right. Just because the captain won’t let you out in the field doesn’t mean we can’t use your help here.”

Beckett clenched her jaw before releasing a deep breath. “Thanks,” she murmured, making her way to the break room for coffee. There was nothing else she could say. She was going to go stir-crazy in the precinct on this case.

xxxxx

Thanks again to everyone who is reading. I know I gave poor Beckett a hell of a day here, but I hope you’re still enjoying the story! I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter.

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You Really Are That Oblivious - Robin Buckley

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary : You have a crush on Robin and you want to let her know. Unfortunately, she doesn't get the hint easily.

Warnings : Robin is very oblivious, second-hand embarrassement, mutual pining, good ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any or if I missed any warning.

Word count : 2.2k

French version

Song inspiration : Chance by Hayley Kiyoko

Holding onto the videotapes in your hands, you take a deep breath before entering Family Video, a smile on your face knowing you’ll see her. Steve greets you when he hears the door. When you look at him, you notice he’s alone. Your smile drops instantaneously. You try to not show your disappointment as you give Steve the tapes.

“Isn’t Robin here today ? I thought she was working.” You ask him as he’s looking at the tapes, checking if there is any problem.

“She’s here. She’s just in the back, sorting the tapes.”

“Oh okay.” You say while your smile comes back on your face.

“You’re all good. You can take new movies, if you want.”

“Thanks.”

You walk into another aisle, trying to look for the documentary your father asked for. Meanwhile, Steve runs to Robin. She looks at him weirdly as he seems in a panic.

“I’m gonna do that. You should go to the customer.” He tells her and she frowns her eyebrows.

“Why ? Is it someone you don’t like ?”

“It’s actually someone you like.” Steve corrects, confusing Robin. “Y/N is here. Go.”

“What ? No ! I’m gonna make a fool of myself, you know that.” Robin retorts, nervous.

“You won’t ! Come on, you’ve had a crush on her for the past four months. Please, go have a successful love life for us.”

“Nothing will ever happen.”

“If you don’t want to shoot your shot, go at least do your job with her.” Steve encourages her. Robin thinks for a few seconds before answering.

“I hate you, Harrington.”

“You’ll thank me one day.”

Robin rolls her eyes before going back to the front counter where she finds you waiting, a tape in your hands. When you see her a big smile is on your face as you give her the documentary. Robin tries to hide her nervousness by not looking you in the eyes.

“Is that all ?” She asks you.

“Yes.” You say, giving her the money. You stay silent while she gives you the change. “My dad wanted to watch that documentary for months. I didn’t take anything for me as we currently have too much homework, you know.” You tell her awkwardly and you curse yourself mentally.

“Yes, it’s true. The teachers won’t give us a rest any time soon.”

“Especially with that English paper. I mean it’s poetry, you can read it quickly but it takes time to analyse it correctly.”

“I guess.” Robin answers, not knowing what to say.

“Do you like Lord Byron ?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never really read him before.”

“Me neither. But I’d prefer to work on other poets, like Emily Dickinson or Sappho. Do you know one of them ?” You ask her, hoping she’ll get your hints.

“Not really.” She says and you try not to show your pain as you understand Robin doesn’t know about the real meaning of your sentence.

“Their writing is very good. You should check it out.” You inform her, casually. “Actually, tomorrow, I’m going to buy Sappho’s poetry in Greek. I’ve been taking classes for several years now so I think I can read her writing in the original language. You can join me if you want and after… we could go to a café or something.” You suggest and Robin stares at you, eyes wide open.

“I… Steve can go.” She exclaims and you look at her confused.

“Steve ?” You ask at the same time as Steve. “Me ?”

“Yes, I… I’m busy tomorrow, but I’m sure Steve would love to go to a café with you. Right Steve ?” Robin says, trying to hide her panic.

“You sure you don’t want to join us, we can do it after what you have to do.” You try to ask again.

“I’m busy all day. But you two go.”

“I mean, if you don’t mind, Steve.” You tell him, looking at him.

“Yeah sure. We could go to Hawkin’s café at four.”

“Yeah.” You confirm, an awkward smile on your face. “Well I’m gonna go. My dad is waiting for this.” You say, showing her the tape. “I guess I’ll see you around ?” You ask her and she nods.

You leave Family Video, a sad expression on your face. You’ve been thinking of asking her out for so many months. You knew you had to make the first move but with her reaction, you think maybe you shouldn’t have. She’s clearly not into girls, even less into you…

When you’re completely out of sight, Steve comes in front of Robin, in shock. It takes him a few seconds to understand what’s just happened.

“Did you just make me go on a date with your crush ?” He questions, not believing his ears.

“I panicked, okay ?!” Robin screams, putting her head in her hands.

“That’s another level of panic ! Why would you even do that ? For someone who is smart, that was completely stupid !”

“I know. I know !” She exclaims, looking at him.

“You realise she was asking you out, right ?” Steve tells her and Robin seems surprised.

“Was she ?”

“Yes ! It was totally clear she was doing that !”

“But she has a crush on you.” Robin retorts and Steve frowns.

“Why would you think that ?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“Robin, she only comes here when you’re working. When she didn’t see you earlier, she was disappointed and asked me about you. Then, she mentioned to you she loves Dickinson and Sappho aka two poetesses who loved women, as you told me ! And after that, she asked you if you wanted to go with her to the bookshop and have a coffee and when you did your stupid move, she was clearly sad. How did you not understand ?” Steve points out, making Robin feel bad once she realises he might be right.

“I mean, that’s just a coincidence.”

“You’re the most oblivious person I know. I never want you to criticise my love life ever again.”

“Even if she was attracted to girls, which I doubt, she would never try anything.” Robin tries to reason.

“She asked you twice if you wanted to go to that café with her. Twice.”

“Okay, stop it ! I messed up. It’s too late.” Robin ends the conversation, hating herself for her reaction.

The next day, you go to the coffee shop. Steve is already waiting for you, feeling awkward about the situation, just like you do. You really hope Steve won’t try to do anything. He seems nice but you’re not attracted to him. You want Robin and only her. But she made that date between you and Steve so clearly, she doesn’t want you like you do. When you sit in front of him after you’ve ordered your coffee, you put your new book on your table.

“That’s the book you wanted ?” Steve asks you and you nod.

“Yes, I’m excited to read it.”

“So, is it just me or did Robin try to play cupid with us ?” You question after a few minutes.

“Kind of. I’m sorry about that, by the way. This doesn’t have to be a date or anything. It can totally be just two people hanging out.” He reassures you, lifting a weight off your mind.

“Cool. Because I have to admit I don’t have a crush on you. I mean, you’re good looking. I guess. It’s just that, let’s just say you’re not my type.” You say, a little bit embarrassed.

“I get it.”

“But I thought that maybe you and Robin had something. I mean it was a guess till she did that yesterday.”

“Oh no ! We’re not a thing.” Steve informs you quickly. “We’re friends, really good friends. Like what we have is totally platonic, with a capital P. Nothing will ever happen. I mean, I tried, and she told me I wasn’t her type. Apparently, I’m not the type of a lot of people.” He says, lost in his thoughts.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone. But do you know if, maybe, Robin has a crush on someone ?” You question him, taking a sip of your coffee the waitress just gave you.

“Let’s just say that she’s oblivious when it comes to her crush. I think if someone is attracted to her, they’ll have to say that they like her.” Steve tells you and you notice the way he used neutral pronouns.

“Okay, I see.”

You then change the topic, talking about school, more precisely universities and colleges. Though, you think about what Steve told you. Was he trying to make you understand that Robin is, in fact, attracted to you but can’t see you are too or that she has a crush on another person ? With what he said, it seemed to be the former. But he also said that person had to be straightforward, so no more allusions. For you, that’s too risky. If you’re wrong, that could go bad, and you don’t want that. You really need to think this through. You don’t want to lose her, especially if you didn’t read the signs correctly.

You think about it for the next few days. Every time you come to the same conclusions, you have to go and admit you have feelings for her. If you don’t, you might miss your chance with her and you like her too much for that. Though, your fears get stronger as you realise you’re about to either get the girl you like or ruin everything.

At one point, you decide to muster up all your courage and go to Family Video. You find her close to the door, reading the synopsis of a movie before putting it back on the shelf. You walk to her, taking a deep breath.

“Hi Robin.”

“Oh, hi !” She says, nervous. “You’re looking for a movie ?”

“No, I’d like to talk to you. If you have a minute, please.”

“Sure.” She nods before guiding you to a quieter place. “Is everything okay ? You seem stressed.” She asks you as she sees you fidgeting with your fingers.

“Here goes nothing…” You whisper before talking louder. “Okay, Robin I… I wanted to know if maybe, and you can totally say no, by the way ! I just wanted to know if you’d like to go… go on a date with me.” You question, not looking at her.

“A date ?”

“Yes, like a real date.” You confirm but she stays silent. You panic and start looking for the exit. “I knew I shouldn’t have come. Sorry, I’m leaving.” You tell her, walking away while Robin looks at Steve for help.

“Go !” He murmurs to Robin.

“Y/N, wait !” She screams and you look at her again. “You really want to go on a date with me ? Like, you… you’re attracted to me kinda date ?”

“Yes. I mean I don’t know if you’re also attracted to girls, or even me, but I just really think you’re beautiful and I’ve been meaning to ask you out for months and last time I tried to do it without being totally explicit and it didn’t really work, Steve told me you’re oblivious and that the person attracted to you needed to be straightforward with you so that’s why I just asked you that.” You ramble, totally stressed.

“I… I didn’t think you liked girls or even me.” Robin admits and you laugh nervously.

“I’m always trying to talk to you and I even mentioned Dickinson and Sappho, I thought I made it clear.”

“See, I was right !” Steve yells as he was listening to the conversation from the beginning. Robin rolls her eyes at him.

“Shut up, dingus !” She orders him before looking back at you. It takes her a second before it hits her, and you can see the realisation on her face. “Oh, my God.”

“Wow, you really are that oblivious.” You chuckle and she smiles awkwardly.

“It’s just… it seemed surreal, and I didn’t want to make a mistake.”

“I was afraid of that too. But I really like you and I knew if I didn’t do anything, I would have never known if you liked me back.”

“I’m not gonna lie, you're right. I would have never thought you’d take a chance on me. I didn’t want to believe you could like me. It seemed too good to be true.” She admits.

“Well it is.” You confirm her and you smile. “So, you want to go out with me someday ?”

“Totally !” She almost screams.

“Here’s my number. Call me so we can plan something.” You tell Robin, giving her a piece of paper you took before leaving your house.

“Okay.” She nods, looking at the paper with fondness.

“See you, Robin.” You smiled before kissing her left cheek.

Robin doesn’t move, surprised by your gesture. She still feels your lips on her face while you’re walking toward the exit. She looks at where you left with a fond smile, grateful that you made the first move, but above all, she’s full of hope for what will happen between you two.  

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{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

[skylarmoon71]

Aaron Hotchner- Oneshot (Criminal Minds)

"Hotch, you need to see this."

There was a part of him that thought he knew what he was walking into. They'd just rescued a victim from an unsub that took quite a while to track. So when they got there and the man was already subdued, unconscious on the ground, Hotch was relieved.

Through their survey of the woman's house, it became apparent that this wasn't a normal freelance photographer. The many papers and maps of the DC district caught him off guard. His eyes ran over the stickers placed expertly on all the locations of the previous murders. All leading up to your house.

"We need to get her back to quantico."

It's obvious now that there are a few things he needs answered.

~Quantico~

When they seat you in the interrogation room. Your face remains neutral. You can't say you didn't see this coming.

"Aren't you going to ask for a phone call?"

"I think the first sign of guilt is rushing to get my attorney Agent Morgan." He smiled, turning his eyes to the glass behind him.

"Good call."

No one told you why you were brought here. You had an inkling feeling you knew why though. The actual killer was probably locked up. So that could only mean one thing.

"They found the maps."

You were so sure you had this under wraps. When someone else entered, your form straightened. He oozed authority. His gait, stature, eyes. Everything about him just emitted leadership.

"My name is Aaron Hotchner. I'm the Unit Chief of this department." He brushed his tie, taking a seat. He dropped the file case onto the table, opening the folder. You swallowed.

"Why am I here?" You need to keep your voice level.

"How did you know Mr. Keller would be at your house?"

You were right.

"I saw the news. Figured I was better safe than sorry."

"There was no way to know he'd come after you specifically."

"Life is unpredictable. I was prepared. "

"I noticed the other markings in your maps. You seem to have a strange hobby."

"What can I say, maps intrigue me."

"It says here that you live alone. No family or spouse."

"Is there a question in there somewhere Agent Hotchner."

Morgan observed the interaction carefully.

"You don't seem very concerned about your position." Hotch stated

"I'm innocent. What do I have to be concerned about? You came in here and intentionally stated your name and position. A tactic used to disarm and intimidate. Your agent here was being overly friendly, building a rapport with me in hopes that I would lower my guard and unintentionally spill some kind of information on the case. Except I'm not some crazed fan, or killer. So you can drop the act. "

Morgan couldn't hide his surprise. When you realized all that you said, you pulled your hands off the table. Hotch studied the action. Your hands were now laying in your lap defensively.

On the other side of the glass Reid, Prentiss and Rossi were conversing.

"Did you see that kid?" Reid nods.

"She profiled him." Reid mutters in awe. The buzzing of Reid's phone made him look away. He answered.

"Hey Garcia."

"Hi, so I did a deep dive on your little photographer. For the most part it's pretty normal. On social media there's shots of all the gigs she's done. Her work is pretty popular. Bank accounts are average. No strange transactions. Aside from her love for fantasy romance novels online, there's nothing that even significantly suggests serial killer. "

"Why do I feel like there's a but coming?"

"Ever the genius. But! Three years ago she was involved in a shooting. She was shot point blank in a bank heist. Reid, it says here that she saved a child. Eight year old Shelly Combs. The doctors called her recovery miraculous. From what I can tell, she's a hero. After that is where it gets a bit strange."

"Strange how."

"Well I'm reading some of her online activities. Before the accident there was very little information on any kind of brain teasers. But five months ago that increased. There's these mini tournaments they hold. You basically create names and compete. It helps you interact with people all around the world. The challenges range from historical events, to math, to psychology. Just about any kind of intellectual challenge. Reid, from what I'm seeing here-"

"She's a genius..." He muttered.

"Bingo."

"Thank you Garcia."

"Anytime!"

Reid hung up the phone, and Rossi turned.

"Good news."

"I think I figured out why she had those maps." He didn't say much more, just headed for the door. Both Hotch and Morgan turned upon his entrance. The door closed and Reid approached.

"What day were you born? "

You narrowed your eyes.

"You have the files, why are you asking me?"

"I think you know."

Hotch caught the brief look of uncertainty cross your eyes.

"March 24th, 1982. 12:25pm. Saint Bonaventure Hospital. San Jose, California. "

"How many lakes are there in Texas?"

"Seven Thousand and Three. "

"How many are natural?"

"Only one has been recorded as a natural lake. Caddo. Located in East Texas. "

"How many bones are there in the body?"

"Two Hundred and Six. Four in the leg, twenty-seven in the hands, twenty six in the foot-" You stopped yourself, exhaling heavily. When you reached to press a hand to your temple, Reid concluded his study. They'd gotten it all wrong.

"Hotch, you can let her go. She's not an unsub."

They were a little confused when Reid walked in spouting random facts, but when you started answering, it all became clear.

"You were in a shooting, that's why you still get migraines. " You frowned. This was what you had been trying so hard to avoid.

"They were right about you. Spencer Reid. The youngest to join the FBI. A genius."

"I could say the same about you."

"I'm not a genius." The insinuation alone seemed to agitate you.

"A bullet went through my head. Straight into the frontal lobe. For most people that guarantees death, but I got dumb headaches and a brain that now needs constant information to stay active. You must be pretty proud of yourself."

They realized that the topic wasn't exactly one you wanted to have.

"You were tracking the unsub, trying to solve the case." When he saw your hand ball into a fist, he knew he'd hit the mark.

"I was too late. When I saw the first body I tried triangulating the others. I had an estimate for the other two women, but when I called the precinct I kept getting denied. They thought I was another person looking for fame. The last one is where I spotted the pattern. How ironic that it led right back to me. It felt justified. Why should I live when two innocent people who didn't stand a chance lost their lives. It wasn't fair."

There was regret and shame in your eyes. All of which they could all relate too. There was very little Hotch could say that would give you a piece of mind. So he decided right then, why not give you a reason, something to help you move on.

"If you were given the chance, would you help people?"

Your eyes darted up. There's a bit of hesitance, he can see that. But also hope.

"I..." You gulp.

"I'd like to try."

That was all he needed to hear.

~~~~

"So you're just like our boy wonder." Garcia was currently probing you for information. While you kept adjusting your blazer.

"Not exactly. I don't have any qualifications to be an actual agent. So I'm consulting. I've applied to start my studies in Criminology."

"But you are smart."

The statement pauses your constant fidgeting.

"I'm not." Your eyes move to Reid. He's filling out a crossword. Your eyes mark each movement.

"He'll be done in five seconds." Garcia scoffs.

"There's no way you can know that he'll be-"

"Done." Reid states, placing the paper down. When Garcia gapes at Reid, he raises a brow.

"What." Reid asks.

"It's nothing." You head for the bathroom.

You feel a bit annoyed. It was wrong of you to get riled up over this. But everytime they compared you to Reid, it felt like an insult to him. He was special. You weren't. A part of you knows you really have no place in the BAU. But you wanted to help. Regardless of your insecurities. You never even made it to the bathroom. You were just standing at the side, staring at the images of respected agents. Ironic this is where you ended up.

"Are you regretting your decision?" Hotch's voice pulls you out of your little pity party.

"I don't regret it. I just feel like I'm in high school again trying to prove I belong. "

"You have nothing to prove. I asked you to come."

"I know."

"Then you know you're capable of a lot. I didn't ask you here so you can compare yourself to anyone. I want your insight. You'll be a part of this team."

He's right. All he expected was what he already knew you were capable of. But it doesn't stop you from worrying. That at some point you'll fall short, and that will cost someone their life. So you banish the thought from your mind. For now, maybe you just have to focus on what you can control.

"What's the case?"

He just sends you a smile, and you fight back one of your own as you head to the table with the rest of the team.

~

As the weeks fly by, you find yourself becoming more comfortable with the team. Your very first case was a bit gruesome.

Decapitation.

The profile has led you to believe that whoever this is, he's not reliving some traumatic childhood memory. He enjoys this. The pain it causes not just his victims, but the family. That's why when they were about to confront the unsub, you weren't in the field. You didn't have the training to be out there with them. They'd told you to stay at the station while they went through the list Garcia compiled of possible suspects.

So you wait.

But sitting around in that building was making you anxious. They've been gone for a while, yet still no word. All you'd done was step out of the precinct for a few minutes to get some air clear your head.

"Sir, right now we're working to find the man responsible. There's nothing else we can do, please go home." From the exasperated tone of the officer, you know this man has probably visited multiple times. It's understandable.

"Sir."

The older man turns to you, and you mean to walk over and comfort, but something about his body language is off. You aren't sure why, but you mentally go over the profile in your head.

"He may be unsuspecting. There's a good chance he'll insert himself into the investigation. A concerned relative, even a reporter."

Swallowing, you do your best to school your features.

"Is there something I can help you with?" You hope your voice isn't too shaky.

"It's just my daughter, she was taken by that monster."

His sadness lacks the usual markers you spot from a person that grieves. You take a small step back. There's no way for you to run without him picking up on it. You're scared.

"Can you help me?" He takes a step forward.

"I-I'll talk to one of the officers. Just stay right there." You try to move back, but he pulls out a gun. Someone screams, and others scramble from in front of the station. You know cops will begin rushing out in the matter of seconds. If it comes down to it, he'd start shooting recklessly. His plan was to go down with as many people as he can. Without thinking you jump at him. He doesn't anticipate it, neither do you. Both your bodies tumble, and a shot goes off.

The bullet has struck your shoulder, but the gun is out of his reach.

"GET DOWN!!"

The yell of many officers echo, and you keep your head pressed to the floor. Your attacker isn't as obedient. He jumps upright, charging at them, and a number of bullets resound in the area. You just stare as he falls like a tree right in front of you. He's merely a few inches away, and his face is directly in front of you, eyes wide, body unmoving. Your entire body is shaking. Whether from shock, or fear, you don't know. Even when an officer rushes to help you to your feet, you don't really move. Those eyes seem engraved in your mind. They carry you away, and all you can do is wait for the team.

~~~

"Thankfully the bullet went directly through. We're keeping her overnight for observation, but she'll be cleared to leave tomorrow. I'd suggest she take time off to get fully healed. "

"Thank you."

Hotch shakes the man's hand as he walks away. When Hotch turns back, they all seem to rise from their seats.

"They're going to keep her overnight, but she's fine. " Garcia exhales, and Morgan rubs her shoulder. Everyone looks more relaxed.

"You all should get some rest. We had a tough case. I'm going to see her."

For the most part they seem reluctant, but there's a subtle look of guilt in Hotch's eyes. He blames himself. Rossi gives his shoulder a squeeze.

"Get some rest yourself Aaron." He nods, and they disperse. Hotch watches them exit, turning back to head down the hallway. When he turns a corner, he knocks on the door before him as he enters.

Your head lifts, and you smile.

"HOTCH!"

Your tone is loud and peppy. You press your fingers to your lips as he closes the door.

"Shhhhh! Don't be so loud."

He stifles a laugh. It's obvious that you were high on painkillers.

"What did they give you?" He asks to take a seat.

"Morrrrphineeeee." You grin.

"It seems you have a very low tolerance."

"Yep!! Runs in the family." You basically sing.

He leans back in the chair, and you look at him.

"Why so sad?"

You push out your lips, and he wishes he had a camera to record this behavior. Because when you came to, he was sure you wouldn't believe a word. His eyes run over your body. The bandages on your shoulder trigger his guilt.

"I'm the reason you got hurt. I brought you into this. I left you unprotected."

"It's not your fault Hotchy. You're a good boss. You gave me a job!! Now I fight crime like a hero. We're like Batman and Robin." You whisper the last part like it's a secret.

"Thank you for looking out for me Batman." Your head presses back into the pillow, and Hotch can't help but feel relieved that it all worked out. It appears you're drifting off to sleep. He just reaches over, gently taking your hand, and you squeeze it softly.

"Thanks Hotchy.." You murmur.

"You're welcome."

[chuu-huahua]

chapter 109, a summary + commentary.

ok guys since tile hasn’t sent me the chapter raws/translations (and i forgot to download them from twitter yesterday; stupid me) here’s a brief summary and then my commentary

fyodor holds his hand out to sigma, and he asks sigma “what would you like to know?” and sigma replies “every single one of your secrets”

they make contact, and the scene changes to aya and bram watching fukuchi take control of one order. aya enters the control tower room through a hole akutagawa(?) had cut into the glass when he carried them up there. she pushes a table while hallucinating her father’s tips and tricks on how to move heavy furniture (bending at the knee and using the back muscles) to push the table outside

scene changes back to fyodor and sigma, showing sigma receiving “rapid torrent of information”, showing fyodor holding sigma in the palm of his hand. sigma now knows dostoyevsky’s truth, and tells himself that he has to tell the agency before passing out (or dying? who knows)

dazai enters the frame, saying he “imagined this scene thousands and thousands of times, although in my daydreams… the roles are reversed”

perspective change to show chuuya, still in a vampiric state standing over him. dazai tells chuuya to come at him, and to “try and amuse me with your lame ass punches”. fyodor tells chuuya to stop, since dazai’s ability would cancel out the vampirism, and to kill dazai from a distance. chuuya pulls out a gun and shoots dazai in the right shoulder. dazai says it hurts, and asks chuuya “where the hell were you aiming, you god damn clutz?!”

chuuya aims the gun at dazai’s head, causing dazai to sigh loudly, proclaiming that “this is the god damn worst! my shoulder hurts… AND i’m gonna lose to dostoyevsky, and as if that weren’t enough, i’m being killed by CHUUYA!” fyodor says dazai is out of plans, but dazai says that maybe if he says a few more words, chuuya might break out of the vampiric state on his own.

”chuuya, come to your senses. our fate will not end in a place like this. because you and i are destined to-”

chuuya appears to have shot dazai in the head, although the process is covered by a flash. he shoots dazai twice more, once in the left shoulder and once at his left side.

“… haha… at long last. i’ve been… looking forward to th…” dazai stops talking. chuuya continues to stare at him in his vampiric state

scene changes back to fukuchi, aya and bram, showing how fukuchi has accessed one order and commanded all troops to commence invasion. aya ties bram’s sword handle to the table, and pushes it off the roof. the chapter ends here.

anyways time for my commentary

first of all, ASAGIRI WHAT THE FUCK. I SAID I WANTED SKK TO MEET, BUT I DIDN’T MEAN LIKE THIS KAJDSJKAHD

ok but all jokes aside, i don’t think dazai’s gonna die in this arc. apparently there’s still another arc after this including agatha, and i don’t think we can have arcs without our dear suicidal bastard who consistently steals the spotlight from atsushi

ok but his “death” sort of ties back to oda and the beast universe. dazai can’t live in a universe oda exists in, and oda can’t live in a universe dazai exists in. in this universe, oda has already died, and dazai dying would upset the balance this world set when it comes to dazai. so i don’t think dazai is gonna die.

also, it wasn’t actually even confirmed that chuuya really did shoot dazai, since it was covered by that white flash. i somehow feel like the eyes of god might come into play with this part of the arc, like how ranpo had been framed that time.

also, i believe sigma might be experiencing the information overload like how atsushi had experienced. there was no blood, unlike how karma and that special ops guy. fyodor’s ability involves blood loss, somehow, and sigma didn’t experience that. so i’m just holding onto the hope that he merely passed out from information overload.

lastly, chuuya’s vampirism state. his eyes are white now, and he seems to have regained some part of his consciousness/his body reacts accordingly when provoked by dazai. i think he’s breaking out of it, to be honest.

anyways SLAY AYA GOOOOO

[skysquid22]

i've recently read your minedai fics and they're so good... bangkok necktie especially was my fav but seriously! you write them so well! i'm very excited to see what else you write for them ^^ your fics are some of the best minedai fics have read! thank you for sharing your wonderful work hehe

i was wondering about your experience with the rgg franchise... would love to hear about how/when you got into it, your favorite games/the ones you've played, fav characters or moments in the series overall, etc. ^^

Thank you so much!!!! It feels great to know the works I write are also enjoyed by so many others. The tension and themes I can wring out of these two are incredibly fun to write and as I write more of them, I just find more and more facets to explore. I’m not sure if I’ll ever write more within the ‘universe’ of Bangkok Necktie, but I really should write all the ideas I had for what would happen next in a tumblr post and just share that instead.

Okay so about my RGG journey you gotta promise not to laugh aldjdkdjdndmd

So the only RGG game I’ve played was Y0 back in like 2021 I want to say. I wrote a Kiryu/Majima fic* that I left sitting dusty in my Google Drive until around this past June when I got a sudden and vicious urge to replay Y0, but alas—no way to. Instead I did what I didn’t manage to do in 2021 and just give in and watch the cutscenes for Y1 because I needed the Yakuza fix lol. Later watched Y2, then Y3, and… I haven’t gotten to any of the other ones LOL. I don’t really care about spoilers and engaging in a fandom means I already have an idea of how things play out and some characters, but I still gotta consume those tasty all cutscenes videos on YouTube for the rest of the franchise.

I do want to play the rest of them (particularly Y2, Y7, Ishin, and Y8 eventually), I just don’t have the means to. In terms of favorite characters, I think the order goes Mine, then Daigo, then Majima. I like the formal business types that are actually dangerous, just clicks with me and Majima is just flat out a fun and interesting character. Really, I’m gravitated to the characters I can chew on the canonical information given. Doesn’t have to be much, it just has to lead to interesting examinations. Favorite moments include Mine showing up to Kiryu and his band of friends with his kyodai’s head in a briefcase as an act of apology and just before he leaves decides that he can’t hold back so just shit talks Kiryu’s decisions to his face. Also every scene with Y2 emo Daigo. ALSO that scene in Y0 where Majima is beating the shit out of Lao Gui and Dojima shoots a gun at him and the camera focuses on the missed shot in the wall before focusing on Majima’s Hannya and he says “you can wait your damn turn. I’ll just be a sec. You get to be next.” KING! The cinematography of it all……. Show stopping… love that scene so damn much. Anyway thank u for da ask, always happy for an excuse to ramble about either my own works (future or past) or about things in this series.

*I did at last post it yay and before Minedai took over I do have two half written fics involving Majima that I haven’t touched since July. I’m sure I’ll get around to finishing those two eventually lol…

[hinatastinygiant]

9 | Chartreuse

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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Following your shot and the woman falling to the asphalt beneath her, you see two familiar-looking men standing before you and watching the scene unfold.

“Y/N?” one of them calls out to you. Less than a moment later, you rush toward them and throw your arms around them both.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” you ask as you hold them both tight.

“Well we were chasing our prey but it looks like you killed ‘em for us,” the man with a scar on either side of his lips tells you when you pull away. He then quickly grabs onto your left wrist and exposes the number written on your wrist.

“Three,” he says aloud before looking up at you through his white eyelashes. “How many times did you shoot her?”

“I shot the gun twice. I dunno if it actually hit her both times or not. It all happened so fast…”

The two men look at each other and the man with white hair lets you out of your grasp.

“Can we help you guys?” Draken calls out as he and Baji approach the three of you standing in the street.

“There’s no problem, is there?” Baji hums.

“Well, I guess that depends,” your old friend continues, “Are you going to make there be a problem?”

“Draken, I know these guys. It’s okay. Sanzu and Kakucho both used to work with me at the club that you used to go to, Baji,” you intervene, trying not to choose a side. “Look, Sanzu, we’re just trying to figure out what’s going on around here.”

“As are we,” Kakucho nods. “But I think we might have some of it figured out.”

“Seriously?!” Sanzu scoffs as he elbows Kakucho. “We don’t know these two assholes.”

“What did you just call-“

“They just saved my life,” you interrupt before either Draken or Baji erupts. “Just like you did once, Sanzu.”

Sanzu scoffs and rolls his eyes until he finally pauses and sees the sincerity in your eyes. “Alright, fine. But let’s go somewhere a bit more private first.”

“Deal,” you nod. “Lead the way.”

Together, the five of you walk a little ways down the street and into a nearby coffee shop. After you all enter, Sanzu locks the door behind himself.

“Stay close,” Draken whispers as he watches Sanzu. “They were out hunting, don’t forget. We’re in a different world now.”

“Don’t worry, I know,” you reply back just as quietly, “I was just thinking the same.”

“So, Y/N,” Sanzu smiles as he pats the top of your head, “How’re you holdin’ up?”

“What do you mean?” you smile politely, not wanting to be the first one to give out any information.

“I mean this place is pretty wild and you look calm, that’s all,” he shrugs.

“Hm, I’m doing fine,” you then respond as he starts to walk behind the counter of the coffee shop. “And you?”

“Great,” he hums as though you weren’t living in the middle of an apocalypse. “You guys want any coffee?”

“No,” Draken and Baji both shake their head.

“I’m good,” Kakucho shrugs.

“Y/N?” he then smiles at you.

“Fine,” you sigh, still acting as though you’ve lowered your guard. You then sit down at the counter across from Sanzu and wait for him to make your drink.

While he does, Draken takes the seat on your left, Kakucho on your right. Baji then stands behind you and Draken, forming a triangle of support in case anything bad starts up.

“Care to share what you know now?” Baji then asks.

“You mean about the numbers?” Sanzu hums. “Hey, Y/N, you want your drink the same way I used to get it for you back in the day?”

“Cut the shit, Sanzu. What do you know about the numbers,” you scoff.

“So touchy,” he clicks his tongue as he puts his elbows on the counter and leans toward you. “Well, fine, I didn’t know you were in such a rush. Kakucho and I believe there’s some kind of pattern to the murders we need to commit to stay alive.”

“What do you mean? Different points for different people?” Draken asks calmly.

“No,” Draken shrugs, “but maybe different points for how you commit the act.”

Your eyes widen as you watch Sanzu smirk. “Is that why you asked me how many times I shot that lady? I got two points ‘cause I shot her twice?”

Sanzu nods as he extends his left arm out to you, showing the number eight on his wrist. Immediately, your blood runs cold when you see it.

“Pretty sure if you shoot someone more than once, you get two days,” Sanzu explains. “And we all started with two unless we killed someone before we came here…”

“So then you started with three,” you clarify.

“I started with five,” he replies as though what he’s saying doesn’t have anything to do with taking another person’s life. “But, you know, I lost one overnight.”

“And then you killed three people?” Baji asks with white knuckles.

“No, I got into a fight this morning and ended up stabbing some asshole five times. That gave me two points. After that, Kakucho and I started chasing randoms and I got someone twice. That’s how I got to eight,” he continues.

“We were gonna kill that couple, too, but you interrupted that,” Kakucho scoffs.

“I’m sorry but, how can you two act like this is fucking normal? Actually, I’m not fucking sorry for saying that. What the actual hell is wrong with you two?”

“He’s right,” Draken agrees as he stands onto his feet. “I think we’re done here. It’s best we leave before there’s any trouble.”

“What trouble?” Kakucho scoffs. “We’re just talking.”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem with us leaving,” Baji replies. “Unless there’s a reason why you locked us in here.”

“Maybe we just wanted to confess our sins to you, father,” Sanzu smirks.

“Just another minute,” you try to compromise. “I want to know what we’re getting ourselves into.”

Baji shakes his head “Y/N, I don’t think-“

“Please,” you interrupt by grabbing onto his wrist before he walks off. “Just one more minute.”

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[myastrouniverse]

July/2024🌗♎️I’m not afraid, brave or stupid?

🌗 ☸︎ ☿︎ I AM wondering if ANYONE actually understands the extent of the fucktarded medieval torture I have endured, over the egos of the fucktarded. I understand EXACTLY what happened to me medically and how I saved myself. Did I fully understand what I was doing at the time? No. I simply did what I knew to do, which was not always the same remedy for my MANY medical issues.

🌗 Λ ♄︎ My healing process, is a mind, body and spiritual journey. It’s MY HEALING PROCESS. What I went through I wouldn’t wish on ANYONE, which is WHY MY CHAPTER IN THE DARK RED AMULET disappeared. Understand? No one needs to experience what I personally endured. Especially because I have a special ability to process and handle certain experiences others are simply not capable of doing, which is fine. I want people to understand THEMSELVES so please find YOUR OWN CHAPTER in THE DARK RED AMULET, if you really want to undergo a shamanic journey into the death realms for a VERY LONG TIME. I personally would not choose that adventure, but it is an adventure and it is only as terrible as YOU make it for yourself. The rule of law here is that if YOU want to die, DIE. If not, LIVE in a more harmonious way with others, or be a black hole. Okay?

♂️< ☊ Don’t come to a hasty decision regarding an attempted assaination. It was theatre and it wasn’t. It was Israel testing my Quantum theory, which is being added to my dissertation that I already wrote, has awarded me a PhD, that I already won, in theoretical physics; among other PhDs. The REAL REASON secret service AND police, sat on their asses and watched an Israeli terrorist try to shoot at a Trump audience; is because they BELIEVE they can take over America and continue this genocide. Trump was brave enough to stand there and speak. He fucking dared the guy to shoot him. Guess where he was shot? The same scar mark where I was last attacked in March. This means it was Israel terrorists that tried to harm me. It was Israeli terrorists harming my family through the University of Oregon as well. It is Israeli terrorists fucking up our court system. They can’t harm us, because the philosophy of Zionism doesn’t hold. It has no center, it leads to a black hole theoretically speaking. I know not everyone understands and I don’t feel like taking anyone into deeper waters right now.

🌗 ☍ 🚑 I don��t want to see ANYONE harmed. I want everyone to be happy. I want everyone to be free. I want goodness to prevail.

🌗▪️🌽 I’m not afraid because some people are so fucking stupid, I can barely comprehend their existence. I don’t understand the depths of some people’s ego issues, I suppose because they guard it with fear. My brother Cyrus has that problem. He fears things he doesn’t understand because he thinks he understands everything. He might understand everything he KNOWS, so the unknown startles him. I tried to help him understand false dimensions are like being on a holodeck, things disappear and come back. That is happening on a grand scale because of shifting awareness in humanity. Time shifts as time lines get corrected in a more harmonious way. Don’t think about it. Accept it had to happen and if it didn’t, it might come back. Or it might come back when you need it. I AM trying to forgive because some people had good intentions but wrong information, brainwashed, or manipulated in some very unusual and corrupt ways.

🌞 ☸︎ 🦚 Justice will be served. I know it, because I trust this journey I AM on.

Buffalo Springfield - For What It’s Worth

[bestfriendforhire]

Children of BFFH, Entry 183

 I grinned as I looked around for dangerous beasties, being the appointed security guard for my squad.  Ella was busy designing lodgings out of the available flora… and some rocks.  I couldn’t tell if any of what I was seeing was real due to the suit.  Most of the trees had blue bark and violet leaves.  The grass was somewhere between pink and red.  Then there were these weird tendrils that Maika claimed were part of a carnivorous plant.  The quadruplets always made neat gadgets, but getting to use an augmented reality suit in an actual forest clearly put this among their top creations!

 “Aspy, on your left!” exclaimed Ella from where she was working.

 I whirled and shot the moment I saw the vibrant red fur of a wolf-like creature with hard-looking plates instead of fur.  Instead of the Star Wars like blaster bolts I had been expecting, the gun kicked in my hand and sounded like an ordinary gun.  Orange blood squirted onto my visor as I was knocked to the ground—which amazed me, given that none of this was real.  I rolled to the side and shot again, but missed.

 “Behind you!” came Ella’s warning again.

 A second wolf-like beastie was already leaping at me, so I rolled to the side, shooting after it.  “Head up a tree!” called Maika.  “The scarlet wolves can’t climb!”

 I didn’t argue, stepping off one of my platforms and leaping onto the tree.  “Woops.  Sorry.” I apologized, realizing that I shouldn’t be using magic during our AR game.

 “It happens.” replied Maika, who was still grinning from the fun.  She and Ella each had their own tree nearby.  

 “What are we supposed to do now?” I questioned as I watched the wolves below us.

 “You have a gun, so shoot them!” exclaimed Maika, sounding as if she thought I was being silly.

 “The gun bounces too much!  How am I supposed to hit anything?” I asked, guessing she was underestimating how difficult this was.

 “Momma Mila did the coding, so you can complain to her if you want, but I’m sure it’s just more realistic than you’re used to, given that we asked her to try making things as realistic as possible.” explained Maika with a tone that clearly said this was not her problem.

 I did my best to balance on my branch and fire, but I nearly fell off.  Worse yet, I didn’t come particularly close to hitting anything.  Maybe this gun was meant for someone who was stronger than me.  “I think you should add a training course pre-game.”

 Maika called back “Probably.  We’ll talk with Momma Mila about it, but make sure to submit a suggestion at the end!  We have a questionnaire!”

 “Are we allowed to fight those?” asked Ella, who might have forgotten about why she was in a tree until she looked down again.  Whatever my difficulties, she had to be struggling even more with so much new stuff thrown at her.

 “They’re stronger than they look, but you’re free to try!” replied Maika, who sounded like she was curious about what would happen.  “No magic, Ella!  This game doesn’t have a spell system.”

 If Ella replied, I didn’t hear it come through on the suit’s communicator.  Seeing a wolf notice her as she climbed down, I started shooting again, trying to keep all of them distracted, but I really didn’t think holding the gun steady and staying in the tree were possible, at least without using magic.

 I also had forgotten about having limited ammo, and had to follow the information on my HUD to reload, which wouldn’t be an issue from relative safety if Ella wasn’t already on the ground.  She started dodging attacks in almost typical Ella fashion, but she seemed thrown off.  I could guess why.  Part of what helped Ella in real world fights was her Fey ability to sense living things.  With nothing to sense, she was relying completely on her normal senses, which were currently being fed information from a suit.

 By the time I was firing again, Ella had somehow gotten her hands on a thick stick and sharpened one end to a point.  I noticed there were also a few more of the wolves that looked wounded, but even she hadn’t managed to kill one yet.  These creatures were tough!

 I managed to get a good shot off—nearly falling out of the tree again in the process—just after Ella stabbed a wolf.  She stabbed again the moment the wolf looked to see what had hurt it, and this time her improvised spear went deep.  The wolf howled in pain, and the others closed ranks in a circle around Ella, making them much easier targets for me as I started to shoot at any that were close together with bursts of fire.  My aim was still abysmal, but I was doing some damage.  One of the wolves even dropped without Ella stabbing it.

 Somewhere during the fight, Maika had snuck out of her tree and made a spear of her own.  She came out from behind one of the other trees, charging into the wolf with the point of her spear and even lifting the wolf a little off the ground.  I wished I was that strong, but I was certain the quadruplets occasionally wished they were as strong as Four.  As I kept firing, I realized it was a little funny that no one ever wished they were as strong as Messy or Crazy.  I wasn’t actually certain how strong those two were physically.  Knowing they were overwhelming was enough.  With that kind of strength, I’d break stuff by accident way too often.

 After the fifth wolf went down, the rest fled, leaving us with a bunch of meat!  “Does this solve the food problem?” I asked with a smile after I was back on the ground.

 “Nope.” stated Maika as she fiddled with some device.

 “What!?  Why not!?” I demanded, feeling disappointed despite knowing this wasn’t real.

 “Their flesh is toxic to us.  Unless we find a way to cook it that counteracts the toxin, we can’t eat any of these.” she explained, sounding a little disappointed herself.

 “That’s just no fair!” I grumbled, despite sorta almost liking the challenge that gave us.  I was looking forward to seeing what other types of creatures were here.

 “If we can find more of these puppies, we could use the hide plates for shingles.” suggested Ella in a way that almost sounded hopeful.  Almost defensively, she added “I’m supposed to be making shelter.”

 Maika and I figured out a way to strip the tough plates off the wolves as Ella went back to making shelter.  Instead of having to come up with a way to tan the plates, Maika had some neat tool that had some overly-complicated-sounding method of drawing out any moisture while cleaning the inside.  Games certainly made some things convenient.  Since we had an abundance of ammo, I did some shooting practice while trying to do a better job of being the lookout.