#it happened another time with a different guy but he was easier to get rid of

[penguinsomething]

Just watched a tiktok of a women getting harassed while walking to the park and was mostly just angry on her behalf until the very end of the vid where she’s running away and he says “hey get back here”. That’s when the anger turned into fear, and then looking at the comments just reminded me of the times it happened to me which really just brought on more fear

[itsfairly]

Two Negatives Make a Positive // Nanami Kento x f!reader

word count: 2.4k

cw: f!reader, neighbors to lovers, valentine's inspired (not mentioned but that's the main idea), not proofread

summary: dating can be tricky and nanami has confirmed that fact tonight on his date. but as he gets home and sees his neighbor alone by the stairs, he gets the feeling he isn't the only one with a bad night.

notes: i have no notes other than you can tell when things started to flow for him in this one.

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His date wasn’t going well. Not because his date was rude or not interested, but it didn’t feel like a date. Rather than feeling his cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling, Nanami felt he was just being polite rather than smitten. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions so quickly, he thought, maybe as the date went on things would fall into place to meet again.

But things never seem to fall just right. Conversation was bland and when it seemed like it would get better, the moment didn’t seem to last for longer than a few seconds whether because of an interruption or because that was the end of that thread. They couldn’t seem to find their pace, resulting in multiple occasions when they ended up interrupting each other mid-sentence, maybe her sneaking her phone down the table as if to escape the awkwardness of the situation, which only made it worse in his eyes. It was obvious to know that, despite the kind “we should do this again sometime”, they wouldn’t meet each other for a second date.

After walking his date to their car, Nanami sighs, running his fingers through his hair. This one wasn’t as lucky either. Neither was the last, and the one before that, and the one before that…when did dating become so complicated? Even with this many ways to meet other people, the universe didn’t seem to help him much with his cards. Again, it wasn't like the people he met were horrible, they were always polite and even lovely, but it didn’t seem to click with any of them. Nanami was beginning to think that maybe he was looking for a spark that didn’t exist for many people, that he was having too high of expectations and he had to lower them to his dismay.

For now, he just wanted to be alone, maybe have something to get rid of that sad taste in his mouth once he got home. The drive was nothing noteworthy, simply love songs playing on the radio no matter how much he tried to avoid them by changing stations, almost as if the universe decided that mocking him was much more fun than helping him in his predicament. But eventually he gets home, but he also sees you. His neighbor was all dressed up and sitting by the entrance of the building with your phone in your hand.

Of course he knew you, but he had to admit he had to double check to confirm it was you. He just never caught you looking so…elegant like this, you were always rushing out of the building and coming back so exhausted from work that you always kept your appearance simple to make it easier to maintain. Not tonight. Tonight it was obvious that you took the time to impress someone: flowery dress with heels, blush and glossy lips, string earrings that match your necklace, along with a small purse that kept you company on the side. Another thing that was different was your face, not because of the make up but because of your expression. Rather than the bright and confident look that you always wore, you were looking down with a soured expression, letting out a frown as you put your phone down and buried your face in your hands.

While Nanami did know you, it wasn’t anything beyond neighbors. Hello and good evening accompanied by small talk for the sake of being polite, nothing more. But it wasn’t like he could just walk past you when you were obviously distressed. It might not be his place as a guy that happened to live in the same building as you, but he couldn’t ignore that you were alone outside and all dressed up. His mind made two and two together and decided to walk up ahead to you.

“Seems like I’m not the only one ending the night on a bad note.” Nanami said, trying to sound as casual as possible. He didn’t want to seem as if all he wanted was to downplay what you were going through.

You run your hands up through your hair, looking up at Nanami before you. Just like you, he was dressed quite elegantly, his blazer hanging around his arm and revealing the rest of his white shirt and black vest. He always dressed quite professional, being a businessman and all, as well as always looking quite stressed. Tonight though, he seemed let down, just like you did.

“You’re a man, right?” You asked, sounding gloomy. Before he could express his confusion to the question, you continued with, “explain to me why a guy would cancel a date five minutes before it.”

So it was as he thought, he got much luckier than you by not getting stood up by his date like you were. Offering a sympathetic chuckle, he sits down one the stairs with you. Not by your side but on the opposite side of the stairs to you. It was one thing for a date to not work like this, but it was another one to get canceled at the last minute, practically to be denied the chance to know whether or not it would lead to something more. It was a quite immature move to cancel so quickly and out of nowhere, especially when it seemed like you really put a lot of consideration into tonight if you looked like that.

“Do you want a polite answer or my answer?” He asks, bringing his hands together as he rests his elbows on his legs.

“Whichever is more real.” You mumbled.

Nanami sighs, looking up at the night sky as he searches for an answer. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, especially considering that your date’s actions are nowhere near your responsibility, but he knew how it could be so easy to beat yourself up over it if you looked distressed over it.

“Maybe he got cold feet at the last minute, realized that dating isn’t his thing or found someone else. Regardless, if he canceled minutes before your date, they are not worth your time if they disrespect you so quickly.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on your knees, looking straight ahead. Nanami could only hope that his words weren’t too harsh on you, so he decides to add onto his answer to soften whatever blow he might have landed.

“Besides, a man doesn't cancel a date so close to it. Maybe you got lucky avoiding such an immature guy just now.”

You chuckled, the corner of your lips lifting for a second in appreciation. You turn to look at him, your back resting against the stairs rail with a sigh.

“I know it has nothing to do with me or that I did something wrong, it’s just that I was excited for tonight. You know, that giddiness that comes on a date, getting to know each other, and…just hoping for more…”

As your words trail off, the two of you sit in silence, letting those feelings of disappointment come back up for Nanami. Those experiences you described were the ones he felt he was left out of tonight, instead getting brushed to the side at times by getting interrupted or his date focusing on something else other than their date together, as well as hoping for the date to either end or get better rather than wishing more of it. Of course, you probably felt the same as him, deprived of what so many people call the purpose of life. What a joke, he thought. If the purpose of life was to find someone you loved, then why was it so hard for some over others.

It felt weird for this to be his first conversation with you outside of small talk and other neighborly matters, but at the same time there was this odd comfort in knowing he wasn’t the only one feeling robbed of some romance for tonight, someone to share his misery with, even if you two were yet to know each other better.

“Being on the date isn’t easier either,” Nanami broke the silence with a light scoff.

You raise your brow at him, taking a good look up and down before asking, “Is that why you're all dressed up? I mean, you’re always looking very fancy and elegant. It’s just that tonight you looked like you were headed to somewhere nice.”

He chuckled, surprised at the subtle compliment, he doesn't comet much about it. “I did. It just wasn’t the date I was hoping for.”

You softened, your brows pinching together as your shoulders relaxed. “Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad. She didn't do anything outrageous, but it was just uncomfortable. Not because of first date nerves, but because we didn't really click.” Nanami explained, shrugging his shoulders to show that it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t that things didn’t work out on this particular date that bothered him anyways, it was that things weren't working out for quite some time and it was growing frustrating for him.

You nodded, taking in his words as well as his frustration. It was a different kind of frustration to yours at the moment, but it was the same feeling. You two were still looking for that romance that simply didn’t seem to come to either of you just yet, no matter how hard you tried to find it.

“Seems like dating is hard for the both of us.” You chuckled, resting your head against the railing. “It’s too tricky. Maybe we should start a support group for the romantically challenged."

Nanami chuckles, no, he laughs. It was enough to lift up his spirits after bringing them down. He shrugs, looking at you with a sympathetic smile, “That would mean we would have to find other people to join in.”

“I think people would be embarrassed to even join. You know, between dating apps and all, they would feel like there’s no excuse to complain about being single.”

“Then it can be just the two of us. It seems like we understand each other right now.”

You smile, making Nanami’s mood improve when he sees that smile that you always wear. That smile simply pulls your look together, brighter than the jewelry you’re wearing and softer than the dress around your body. It was strange. He just came out of a nice restaurant, the kind that has a nice dinner with dim lights, and he was having much more fun at the stairs of his building with his neighbor. One moment frustrated that his date didn’t click and the next feeling his lips curl up because of your smile, a smile that was because of him.

It took a second for him to realize that he was smiling much more sincerely before you than he did before his date tonight, a smile that not only reached his cheeks but also his eyes. That his chest was warming up with that feeling he has been seeking for longer than just this evening. That things were clicking.

After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice softer and tender, “I should’ve said this before, but you look really pretty tonight.”

Your smile softens as your head tilts downwards to look down at your clothes, as if you had forgotten that you had gotten ready for tonight, before looking back up to him, “oh, thank you…you look very nice yourself. Well, you always do, considering that this…” you signal to his clothes up and down with your hand, “...is what you wear on a daily basis. It’s a really good look on you.”

He chuckles, looking downwards for a second as he thinks on what to respond before he realizes he has a blazer on his lap. He looks up at the sky, the moon high on the night with the stars shining all around it, making him remember your smile and the earrings that frame your face nicely. He thinks that sight of you looks just as beautiful as the sky right now…

“Thank you. I wasn’t saying it to be nice though. I meant it and it’s a shame that they canceled and missed out on such a lovely person.” He reaffirms, scooting a bit closer to you.

You hummed, not scooting away from him or pushing him away. In fact, it seemed like your eyes couldn’t drift away from him. Whether it was the moon shining on them or something else, there was a shine to them now. He liked it. He really really liked it.

“Say,” Nanami clears his throat, swallowing his nerves as he looks at you with a hint of shyness now that he realized how much of a reaction he was having at the moment, “since we’re both so dressed up, what if we go out for a drink? To end the night on a better note.”

You chuckled, nodding at his proposal as you extended your hand for him to grab. “Thought you never ask.” You say playfully, your smile reaching your eyes as they squinted slightly.

Nanami chuckles as well, getting up from the stairs and standing in front of you to take your hand. As he lifts you up the stairs, he wraps his blazer around you, meeting a soft “oh” from your lips. When you try to take it off, insisting that he doesn't need to, he shakes his head.

“Please, it’s already late out here and cold. At least until we reach my car.” He insists, tilting his head down towards you to meet your eyes.

You keep your hands on his blazer, pulling it closer to you by the edges of it as you thank him. It was a nice feeling, maybe this is what he meant earlier when he called the guy that stood you up as immature because here he was as his contrast. Nanami wasn’t even your date until a few seconds ago and he was already making you feel all those butterflies in your stomach, that giddiness, that excitement of getting to know him…maybe this was what it meant to go out with a man that knew the kind of relationship he wanted. Secure and upfront, but also tender and considerate.

Opening the door of the car for you, Nanami helps you into the seat and then walks around the car on his own, a genuine smile on his face as he drives off to a café you recommended just now. As he drove, those same love songs from earlier keep playing on the radio, making him thank the universe for letting things play out the way they were supposed to. Now, not only did he know you two would do this again soon, but he also got that spark he has been looking for with you.

[elliereject]

ifhy .2

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, ellie beats someone up, angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* HELLLLLOOOO!? oh my god 100 likes on part 1 and over 100 followers??? ty? so much?? <3 the next parts almost done so I gotta tweak some things but I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I meant to post this like 2 days ago but I fell asleep editing…

* mdni

* wc ~ smth like 1.8k

pt .1 here ★ pt .3 coming soon

“Are you seriously wearing that?” You sighed, flopping back on Ellie’s twin bed.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Ellie asked, eyeing her worn skinny jeans and a black oversized hoodie.

“First, there’s a hole in the side of your hood. Second, you wore that 3 times this week already.”

“No, I didn’t. These are different jeans!”

You groaned, “Ellie it’s a party, live a little.”

She let out a small laugh, “Says you, you were literally on the verge of throwing up like 5 minutes ago. Did whatshisname text you?”

She crossed her fingers in hope that he hadn’t.

You rolled your eyes, “You know his name, and he said he got there about 20 minutes ago and’ll meet me near the living room.”

“Cool, cool.” She said stiffly. “We should probably get going then.”

You jumped up from the bed, practically skipping over to the door. “Finally, you take a surprisingly long time to get ready.”

She didn’t. She was just trying to drag out the amount of time she had before she saw you clinging to your boyfriend and laughing at his stupid jokes.

She was still trying to find a way to show you that he was a dick and she was what you needed but all the ideas she had ended up with him dead and while she was considering it, you probably would have a hard time forgiving her.

The two of you trekked down to the elevator and while your back was turned she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to slip her hand into yours. How would you react? Would you recoil? Or would you squeeze her palm? Ellie was never really a touchy person yet she made some exceptions when it came to you, however nothing as intimate as hand holding.

And something screamed at her, begging her to try. Her fingers itched by her leg and before she knew it she was stretching out her arm.

Close…so close she could feel the warmth radiating off you.

In a moment you whipped around and she didn’t have enough time to retract her hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that made her heart ache.

“You just had a uh– a piece of lint.” She lied easily as she picked nothing off your sleeve.

“Oh, thanks! Easier to get rid of then a hole, huh?” You let out a giggle and stuck your finger through said hole, she forced a laugh.

The rest of the ride down Ellie urged herself not to have any more daring thoughts.

Once down, you cracked jokes about your professor and weirdos in your classes, and Ellie tried her best to laugh along, all the way to the frat where the party was being held. Once you made it, you shoved past the sweaty bodies in the living room to look for your boyfriend whilst Ellie shrunk into the kitchen to confide chat with Jesse who was busy chugging a twisted lemonade.

“Jesse. I want you to thank God you aren’t a lesbian.” Ellie groaned, pulling the drink from his lips and taking a swig herself.

“Shit. What happened now?” He sighed, reaching past Ellie to grab another. Ellie’s been moping about you to Jesse for a while now, although he doesn’t really know it’s you because she doesn’t wanna fuck up the way her friends view your guys’ relationship.

“I was walking behind her earlier before we got into the elevat— classroom. And I was like 5 seconds away from grabbing her hand.”

“And why’s that a bad thing? I thought you liked her.” He asked in between sips.

“Because she has a fucking boyfriend! And that would’ve been so embarrassing I think I would’ve bit off my tongue and killed my self right there.”

Jesse let out a low whistle and Ellie crossed her arms. “Don’t you have any advice for me, or are you just gonna stand there?”

The man shrugged, “You’re not gonna like what I have to tell you. Have you tried talking to Joel about any of this?”

Ellie shook her head with a sigh, “He’s busy with work as is, I don’t wanna bother him with this shit when I barely even get to talk to him.”

“Well then, you should prob—hey! ★ what’s up?”

Their conversation was cut short as you walked into the crowded kitchen. With no luck in the living room, you decided to retreat there to talk with your friends while periodically checking your phone for any missed calls or texts.

Ellie noticed the worried look on your face. “Hey, hey. He’ll call. And if he doesn’t he’s a fucking idiot.”

She urged you to try and live in the moment and reassured you again that’d he’d call soon, even though she hoped and prayed he didn’t.

You gave her a small smile and muttered “I guess.” Before taking the red solo cup she offered you and downing it. Eventually, Dina joined your little trio and you temporarily forgot all about him since you were having so much fun chatting with your friends.

Ellie, still smiling, excused herself to the washroom after announcing she had to piss and thank god she did because the scene she stumbled upon literally made her laugh with joy. She had been looking for a reason to beat the fuck out of your boyfriend and did she find it.

After mistaking one of the bedrooms for the washroom—since every fucking door in that house looked the same—her eyes immediately landed on the familiar lanky figure who was shacking up with some tiny brunette bitch.

“No fucking way!” She guffawed, completely amused.

“Please, it’s not—“ Your boyfriend started, pulling his lips from the girl and straightening out his shirt.

“I’ve been looking for a reason to beat your sorry ass! This is just perfect.” She laughed manically as she stomped into the room, slamming the door behind her and cracking her knuckles.

The girl he was previously with was shaken to her core, and practically sprinted out of there. Before he could get out another word, Ellie’s fist was already crushing his face.

“You dick, God I knew you were an asshole but this is just—wow! Cheating on her when she is most definitely the best you could ever do?” Another punch and he was on the ground.

Blood was leaking from his nose and his lip was split. Suddenly she was on top of him, her fists flying. His glasses were broken and tears ran down his face pathetically.

She’d bottled up her emotions for so long; her love for you, her jealousy towards him, her anger at the entire situation, that it all muddled together and bursted the bottle, sending shards everywhere.

Ellie has always been an innately intense person, but this, pummelling something that deserved it, someone that she’d been fantasizing about beating the shit out of ever since she’d met them. It felt good.

“Pl-please stop.” He begged, and she halted her fists, but only for a moment.

She scoffed. “Stop? Stop. Man, I should rip your tongue out. Maybe that’ll finally shut you up.”

His eyes widened as he scanned her eyes for any sign of sympathy, of mercy, but all he found was icy green.

“You’re fucking crazy!” He shouted, trying and failing to shimmy her off him.

She shrugged, “Maybe.”

She was about to throw another fist but she heard frantic footsteps speeding toward the room.

“Shit..” She tapped the side of the guy’s face harshly as he was beginning to black out. “Listen, you’re going to get up. Hop out the window and take your ass home, if someone asks what happened say you got jumped. You’re not going to look at ★ again, text her, call, or even breathe near her. Transfer out of her classes and if I even get the idea that you’re thinking of contacting her again, I will find you. And I will rip your tongue out, got it?”

He nodded wildly and she finally got off of him. She watched as he scurried toward the window and hopped out, it was only a few feet, he’d live.

Ellie wiped her stained hands on the inside of her sweater and opened the door just as the brunette from before was about to, she was standing next to one of the frat guys.

“What’s going on?” Ellie said easily, putting a charming smile on her face and hiding her hands in her pocket.

“Where is he?” The brunette asked worriedly.

“Who? It’s just me in here.” Ellie said looking around confused.

The frat boy looked behind Ellie and them at the girl before sighing and turning back around, “Don’t bother me again. Just enjoy the party.”

“B-but—“ She immediately shut up when Ellie shot her a malicious glare.

She strolled out of the room and back toward the main floor to see you sulking on the couch, checking your phone.

“What happened?” She asked, sliding next to you and resting her arm behind you on the cushions.

“He still hasn’t answered.” You pouted.

And for the first time in months she shot you a genuine smile, despite the fact you were talking about him. “I wouldn’t worry about it, don’t think you’ll hear from him anytime soon.”

You smiled at her and she shot you a weird look, “What?” she asked.

“Nothing..you just seem a little happier than usual.” You said, leaning into her arm.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

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@bready101

[miuurin]

HELLO! IT IS UNHINGED THEORY TIME :]

basically my own silly goofy theory abt Pikmin 3 and whatever Olimar has going on

super spicy Pikmin 3 spoilers ahead!

so we all know the Umibōzu theory, yes?

big ol' yōkai that sinks ships, terrorizes captains, all that good stuff

it's very clear that the devs took inspiration from this legend for the Waterwraith and Plasm Wraith, especially considering the events of the 3rd game

well, while the Umibōzu theory might have a few flaws here and there, i'd like to grab some elements from it for my own little concept

here's some important notes so it's a bit easier to read my theory!

while yes, the Umibōzu can shapeshift, due to recent information regarding Pikmin 4, i do not believe the Goolix, Mamuta or Smoky Progg are in any way the entity in different forms (so sorry Goolix truthers <3)

i can't find any good sources on the ship's treasure or why the Umibōzu would want it, so i'm not including it that much, but if you find some, please do let me know!

we're gonna assume the Waterwraith is in some way related/or the same being as the Plasm Wraith (Pikmin 4 is really poking holes in my theory huh ;u;)

The Entity is very similar to the Umibōzu: it crashes ships, can manipulate it's environment to do so, and so on and so forth

i've seen some people theorizing on the Emperor Bulbax either being possesed or being an alternate form of the Wraith, and while that sounds interesting, i just think the big beastie was very hungry and ate the Secret Safe

with that out of the way, let's start on the first game!

imagine you're The Entity, chilling in your planet when you sense another thing approaching: it's a ship!

you crash it and strand the poor guy piloting it :]

but what's this?? he manages to repair his spacecraft with the help of some little creatures and leaves! how rude!

anyways, the second game happens, and the same Captain from before comes back with some other guy, willingly landing on the planet; now why would he come back?

the AUDACITY of this man to not only return to your planet, but to start stealing all the treasure in it?? outrageous!

you try and get rid of him and his little entourage for good but it's no use, soon you find yourself retreating back to rest after being utterly defeated by the Captain

and he dares to come back again

by the 3rd or so time he comes back, you start to wonder:

oh

oh, you like this planet don't you?

yes! you choose to return here not just for your love of the planet's treasures, but the planet itself! you love it's ecosystem and the little creatures you've grown so fond of!

well in that case, why not stay?

the Captain likes it here, so the Captain must stay! you'll lure him in with shiny promises of great amounts of treasure and once he's within your grasp, you'll catch him! you'll make sure he's safe so he won't have to leave!

but some pesky little beings have come to take him away from you

they've taken the Captain, and now they've reduced you to a weak state in which you cannot get him back

how dare they!

next time you'll make sure no one will bother you again, you'll take care of those annoying little creatures, and next time, you'll keep the Captain all to yourself

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haha! that's just a silly headcanon of mine!

i think the Plasm Wraith really grew attached to Olimar, so i made my own little theory abt it :]

anyways, thank you for listening to my mad sleeby rambles <3

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 177 Rundown

The Witch from Mercury: Well it took a while but we’re FINALLY getting into school slice of life shenanigans. Immediately after last time Guel takes back his marriage proposal with a ‘it was just a prank bro’ which is really funny cause I was watching sub last week and this makes sense but in the dub to match the lip flaps they even have him say “I’m serious” before he proposes only to immediately say he’s not serious so I’m kinda not buying it. Meanwhile Suletta fails her umm… mine… dodging… test, because apparently you need a team and they don’t tell you that ahead of time and if you show up without one you just fail, this school’s rules are both too generous and too harsh at the same time. She goes around to try and find the team which you’d think’d be easy given she’s the legally binding ace of the school but yeah corporate politics and racism and honestly a bit of plot shenanigans see her on her own. She even goes to the Earth Kids designated Slifer Red shitty dorm in the otherwise rich kid school and gets kicked out the adorably badass Chuchu and I just kinda love this character instantly, like I’m always down for a pink-haired girl that won’t hesitate to punch me in the face. Turns out Chuchu also failed the exams because of Space Racism (like I fundamentally don’t get Space Racism like I get the point is all racism is kinda stupid and arbitrary but like it’s not like the space people look or act different and moving to space probably only happened like a hundred years ago if that how do you develop a full racism machine in that time like it’s so alien to pardon the pun that I have a hard time getting my head around it) and eventually Suletta realizes her wife was the literal last person on campus she decided to ask and they go to Mio’s room to train and I guess they’re just sharing a room now, like that’s probably not a big deal for girls and shit but these guys are literally engaged I’m half expecting someone to pull them apart and say they’re not allowed to sleep in a room together until they’re married but I guess we got rid of Space Catholicism easier than Space Racism. Anyway Chuchu and Suletta both have to retake the test but Suletta gets her suit vandalized the same way Chuchu did and the weird thing about this school that is otherwise ready to fail everyone at the drop of a hat is you can retake the makeup as much as you want so through the power of shonen determination and Dark Souls runbacks she actually does pretty good doing it blind with Mio’s coaching but ends up breaking down realizing even her slice of life school shenanigans are gonna be filled with hamfisted political bullshit where Mio has to remind her of her dream of founding a school to keep her going. (Just as an aside what use is a Mobile Suit education going to be to founding a school? Like shouldn’t she be going for a teaching degree? Like I guess being a warrior is an all-purpose way to fame and wealth which can go towards school-founding better than being a normal teacher but I’m not quite seeing the career path here) meanwhile Chuchu fucking decks the girls responsible for bullying them both because she knows what it’s like to carry the ideals of people that count on her and seeing it happen to Suletta makes her even more angry than when it happens to her, leading to Suletta getting socked in the crossfire. So because everyone involved with the test got punched in the face they schedule a makeup makeup and now Suletta joins the Slifer Red dorm so she can stop living in sin with Mio and everyone’s friends now.

Inuyasha The Final Act: It’s time for Kanna’s finale and like, the group’s already run off and Kanna has like 90% of Tessaiga’s energy so like she could just leave and have Naraku send another demon to finish off the weakened Inuyasha instead of re-engaging them and risking them stealing it back but she doesn’t seem to be able to call back the Mirror Demon so I guess this is a ‘fight until you die’ technique which is why she hasn’t used it until now and also why any damage on the demon reflects back on her. It’s kind of clever the way the stage Kanna in the backline so the group can’t see her taking the damage at first and think the demon is just healing (also the demon remembers the Red Tessaiga exists, that’s something even Inuyasha seems to forget) so yeah Kanna gets busted up real fast which is weird because in her first appearance her mirror was just like an ultimate shield and it took Kagome fucking with it to kinda end in a draw but then again there’s been like a hundred episodes of powercreep since then so the demon might be her best shot. With all the demonic energy gone from Tessaiga, Inuyasha turns into a full demon but apparently since Tessaiga has enough energy to stay in its normal form that’s enough to let him keep his sanity so he gets all the crazy strength of his demon form with an actual weapon so the best of both worlds really. I kinda like that everyone says Tessaiga in an empty husk at this point and Inuyasha has so much faith in it and it turns out to be its protective barrier that saves him instead of any of the flashy destructive techniques he’s learned over the series like his faith is repaid by his defense being the key to victory. Also they’ve really been playing up how much faith Inuyasha has in Tessaiga lately, like bro has been shouting his confidence and affection for his sword more than Kagome lately and that may cause problems when they get married and he calls Tessaiga’s name in bed. But yeah they basically play Energy Tennis for a bit until Inuyasha does enough damage to Kanna that she can’t keep blocking and he is able to destroy the Mirror Sword and get all the energy back. The gang is kind of not cool with killing a child that’s basically Naraku’s glorified tv even though it’s tactically the right move so they just tell her to go and hope Naraku won’t look for her now that she can’t fight. These guys should know how fucking petty Naraku is by this point as he self-destructs Kanna while shouting about how she doesn’t have a heart or emotions meanwhile she didn’t get close enough to catch them in the blast and gives Kagome a vision of Kikyo’s light still inside the jewel which can still purify Naraku.

Castlevania: So this episode’s a little hard to talk about because it’s what amounts to a series of really cool fight scenes so I’m gonna frontload my weekly Carmilla bitching and then hit the plot beats after that. What frustrates me about the whole Carmilla subplot is that you get the feeling Trevor’s group’s escapade wouldn’t be possible without her interference meaning good doesn’t triump on its own, evil just can’t keep it in its pants long enough to beat good. What I liked about Carmilla when she first showed up is she seemed to be the only one taking the heroes seriously but it turns out that was coincidental and they succeed purely passed on her not acknowledging them as players at all and thinking Dracula would just kinda die on his own I guess after their forces wipe 90% of each other out to make things easy for Trevor. Anyway the group raids the great hall and has some really cool fights with like the five people left alive after Carmilla’s raid were Alucard does his best impression of Great Grey Wolf Sif and it’s pretty neat all around. Isaac sees the three coming and is ready to die being the first line of defense but Dracula sends him away to grant him his freedom for his loyalty. And to be fair, Isaac’s strong and all but I don’t really think he’d be a huge difference maker for this fight especially considering Trevor and Sypha end up sitting a good portion of it out anyway. Now granted Dracula is old and tired at this point and hasn’t eaten in like a year but it still takes a lot of hits from all three of them to wear him down until Trevor and Sypha get lost chasing them through the Magma Hole where this essentially stops being a fight and becomes that gif of the two Pikachus slapping each other and crying. Alucard says he knows Dracula just wants to die and his thirst for vengeance may be real but at the same time he’s literally just making himself the biggest target in the world and weakening himself as much as possible so someone can come finish him off. They fight some more until they break into Alucard’s childhood bedroom and the realization dawns on Dracula that he’s killing the last living thing he has left of his wife in her name, like literally a microcosm of the entire war on humanity thing, probably should’ve dawned on him sooner but they do a pretty good job on showing how it was a singularly sharp moment that pierces through the fog of rage and grief, like this shit was obvious to Alucard from the jump but Dracula seems to be the kind of person that relates better to singular people than broad ideals, kind of an Anakin Skywalker deal where he’ll get a better grasp of something if he sees someone embody it and be more attached to the individual than the actual core of what they are doing. So yeah, he lets Alucard stake him with his childhood bedpost and in true Dio-style fashion they still have to behead and burn his remains just to make sure because this is Castlevania and Dracula always comes back. But yeah, story over… except we’re only eleven episodes in and there’s twenty to go, that sounds like a lot…

Jujutsu Kaisen: Okay so this episode is kind of just really great, as expected of the final showdown between Mahito and Yuji with some Todo thrown in for flavor. Mahito creates some glass cannon clones to distract Todo to get to a 1v1 with Yuji but it doesn’t really go anywhere since they have 1HP. He does the thing Gojo did and activates his Domain and basically immediately turns it off, essentially just booping Sukuna’s nose before running off before he gets his head cut off. Since he basically activated it and pulled the trigger on the technique at the same time this costs Todo his arm but he does give Mahito an awesome Love Live style beatdown and uses Mahito’s hand as a second hand to clap to dip out and let Yuji and Mahito finally have their last encounter. In true DBZ fashion Mahito transforms into his final form which as usual is some weird alien thing with a tail and he’s officially out of tricks so he’s just in full punchy punch mode, no more being clever just a huge slugfest. The funny thing is a combination of one last Todo assist and Yuji’s original lag technique is what opens him up for a Full Power Black Fisting, I thought about it and I don’t remember if Mahito ever encountered Yuji’s double strike before so his original ‘inferior’ technique being what catches him off-guard here is kinda ironic. Yuji has him dead to rights and is just like ‘You know I’ve had it with all your moralizing bullshit, sure I’m the asshole whatever you fucking philosophy major, but only one of us is walking away from this alive’ and it’s REALLY cool cause they just keep dragging out how humiliating this defeat is for Mahito and what a cowardly child he is when he doesn’t have an advantage on someone and he really deserves it at this point, just missing a scene where he pisses himself. Anyway Kenjaku shows up but I have a feeling Mahito’s not getting out of this and since Kenjaku’s here that means Gojo’s hypercube is still around probably so we’ll see how this goes.

Delicious in Dungeon: So we follow a B party for a little bit here before they get ambushed by treasure bugs and one thing kinda stands out to me. They say the dungeon’s basically been picked clean of treasure at this point and like… why go in it then? Like I assumed there was a bunch of respawning treasure that drove people to go through hell like with Made in Abyss where there’s random cool shit everywhere that makes it worth going into but dungeoneering is canonically an expensive hobby so if there’s scant reward to cover the overhead why is it so popular? Like I get the whole One Piece angle of if you get to the bottom you win the game and get vaguely defined ownership of the dungeon but most people seem to not take that seriously and dungeon the higher floors for some other purpose but like how are they affording all this shit if they can’t find treasure? Anyway the gang ends up cooking the bugs which is probably the grossest thing we’ve seen so far since not only are they bugs but they also look like inanimate objects so it’s double icky but a neat concept nonetheless. We also get a nice bit of continuity as Laios’s sword bug guy gives him a sixth sense about ambush bugs and we get to see him interacting with it like a per which is pretty cute. Next the gang is reminiscing about Falin and emphasizing the hole she’s left in their party while they’re ambushed by ghosts without a cleric. They make up some makeshift holy water and drive them off while simultaneously accidentally making ice cream and resolving to not let Falin’s absence make them helpless before Laios lets the intrusive thoughts win and everyone hates him for a hot minute.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: We get the cleanup from the Aura arc, including the reveal that the Graf’s son was one of the suits of armor being controlled by Aura so Frieren REALLY got on his good side by setting his son’s soul free. The group stay a while in town and get to relax a bit before heading out. Turns out though they are legally required to have the mage equivalent of eight gym badges before going further north and Fern only has like three gym badges and Frieren is the kind of person that would let her driver’s liscence expire and then keep driving anyway because who’s gonna tell her not to, she’s got all the time in the world but still no time for standing in line at the Magical DMV. Meanwhile the second half of the episode is about Stark passing out in a blizzard wherein the meet an Elf Monk who kinda reminds me of Todo due to being jacked as hell and kissing a necklace around his neck. They just casually drop a six month timeskip while they wait out the winter and Frieren talks religion with this guy and it’s kinda melancholy like a lot of stuff in this show. He relies on religion because it’s the only form of everlasting validation he can achieve which is kind of sad to be honest, Frieren echoes the need for external validation but says she’s fine with the impermanence of human praise because of how close to her friends she was getting her through in the end, it’s just kind of a sad note to leave things on but we do establish that Frieren doesn’t entirely believe she’ll be able to talk to dead spirits when they get north and is really just doing this as something to do and is just kinda vibing with whatever quest Flamme is sending her on this time.

Vinland Saga: It’s character growth time for Olmar and god damn is it a good arc, he’s seen firsthand the effects of the war and knows he’s both the trigger of it and a murderer in his own right and is no longer comfortable with the violent ideals of his heritage. When it comes down to him to make a decision about whether to surrender or let their last twenty guys go down fighting he does what his father couldn’t and stands up to his brother, taking the real courage of dishonor after not being able to turn the other cheek before and it’s really neat to see. I like how he’s crying and sniveling the whole way like it’s not a cool and strong declaration he just admits he doesn’t want to die and doesn’t want to watch others die because of his stupid pride, it’s a really genuine moment and shows he’s already a better man than basically his entire family. Throgil basically tells everyone to fuck off and presumably goes to rush the army singlehanded. Meanwhile Thorfinn wants to talk to Canute to make sure no one else dies but gets punched out by the guards and even when Canute gets word of who it is he doesn’t want to see him, presumably out of shame for what he’s done in pursuit of his paradise. Einar comes to pick up Thorfinn but Thorfinn’s not going since he’s happy about all the cool shit that happened this season and grateful for everyone he met and all he’s learned, a stark contrast from the ‘I’ve never once been glad to be alive’ declaration at the start of the season. So he makes a bet with the men that if he can withstand a hundred punches from their strongest guy, they’ll let him see Canute.

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TEST 3: ORYON AND PB&D

The sun is bright today. So bright it shines through the glass ceiling of the local Mall. Here is where a group of friends is soon to meet, according to the texts of the Winx Club group chat. 

“Just waiting for you magician! In the food court.” 

Is the last text sent. At a table smack in the middle of the large grid of tables sits three people chatting and sharing fries. Oryon soon came up to the table, food tray in hand 

"Sorry I'm late, mom wanted to talk before I got out of the car." Oryon said, putting down the tray and their bag before sitting down with the group. They add a burger and more fries to the pile.

“Don’t worry about it, Magician!” says Daun. She flashes a thumbs up and grabs some more fries. Sitting next to her is Brooke. The two always seem to be attached at the hip. They now fight over the same fry for no good reason. 

“We just wanted to talk to you for a little bit. We won’t take too long.” Says Percy who ignores the two. “Also you look. Uh. You look nice today.”

Oryon smiles with a small blush decorating their cheeks "Thank you, you look nice today too." They then looked at Daun and Brooke. "So, what did you guys want to talk about?" They questioned before they began to eat their burger.

Daun smacks at Brooke’s hands before turning back to Oryon “Well. This might sound odd. But what’s your take on crime?” She asks, still swatting at Brooke.

"Crime? How big of a crime are we talking about here?" They ask, pushing their fries towards the two before gasping "Don't tell me you murdered someone-" They looked at all of them in suspicion "Where's the body? I'll help you get rid of it."

Percy jumps in quickly “No no- we haven’t killed anyone.” He glances at Brooke “We’re trying not to.” 

Daun chuckles. “Relax. We just. We three have discovered an affinity for the more mischievous side of rules. And other reasons…” she glances to Percy “We’re trying to make a…group of sorts. Better in number right?” Brooke finally shoves Daun out of her chair and looks straight into Oryon eyes “We wanna be villains, do you want to join?” She says bluntly

Oryon blinks a few times "Villains?" They repeated. "What made you decide on that?" They added, curiously taking a sip of their drink.

“It’s easier for me.” Says Brooke, now helping Daun back up. 

“Family business.” Percy says. 

Daun lightly flicks Brooke and settles in her seat again “I can’t seem to do anything right, so might as well do something wrong.” She says, looking slightly glum. Percy starts looking a bit more nervous but says “If you remember the party…we might have been the cause of the chaos. We didn’t realize you’d get caught in the fight…”

"The flooding?" Oryon asked "Well I did cause a bit of chaos myself, but not on that level." They admitted lowering their head, a bit embarrassed about it. "It was pretty impressive though not gonna lie."

“I heard about some of the tricks you did at the party, and that’s why we decided to ask. Not totally sure what you can do though.” Daun says, eating fries again.

“The flooding was on me. I should have had a better control on it, but I was so distracted by Daun getting caught. Wait, didn't you get caught by Oryon?” Percy asks.

Dawn scowls at Percy. “Maybe. Shut up. No. Maybe”

"I noticed it and had a feeling it was Daun but didn't say anything." Oryon replied before reaching into their bag pulling out a deck of playing cards. "Now, this isn't my normal deck so nothing should happen. I’ll explain." They said, shuffling the cards before fanning them out towards the group. "Pick a card. If you got the same suit as someone else, return it and pick another card until you get your own suit."

“Yes! I love your card tricks!” Brooke says reaching out and picking a card. “Hearts!” The other two grab cards as well, both having to shuffle a bit before grabbing Spades and Clubs. “Now what?” Asks Percy

"Now put them back and i'll bring the cards to the top of the deck," Oryon said splitting the deck into different sections for the cards to go in randomly "as I reveal each card i'll explain what each suit does."

They all put them back “How many decks do you have on you, on like a casual day?” Daun asks

"A few, I have the deck that is the source of my powers, a few trick decks and a few normal decks." They replied, shuffling the cards again. "The one i’m using is normal, I make sure to have the power deck on me at all times as I cant use my powers if I don't have it." They finished before holding out the deck to Percy "Tap the deck to call your card."

He taps the deck, Daun and Brooke leaning in closer

Suddenly, a card popped out from the middle of the deck, the face of it up. It was Percy's card, the king of spades. Oryon smiled as they plucked it out of the deck. "Ah, the king of spades. This one allows me to control water and pull it from the atmosphere." They placed it on the table before holding the deck out to Brooke "your turn."

She taps the deck a few times “If I get more than one am I better than them?”

Oryon chuckles, having the card now between their lips before taking the card out and putting it face up on the table "You can only get the card you draw. Good try, though." They then look at the card. "The five of clubs. These control the wind. They were the ones that caused the mess I made at the party." They then held the deck out to Daun.

“Oh yeah, didn’t you throw trash around or something?” Brooke asks “People said you were throwing stuff.” Daun puts a hand on her face and pushes it to the side “My turn. Shut up.” And taps the deck. Brooke bites her hand and they start to smack at each other again. Percy seems enthralled by Oryon’s explanations though, and patiently waits for the next card.

Oryon holds out a hand into the air and grabs a card appearing in their hand. They twirled it a few times before placing it face side up. "I didn't mean to throw the trash around, it was an accident." They then smirked looking at the card, the face of the joker smiling back at them. "Ah, my favourite card. This one is random on the element it controls." They replied before grabbing the air two more times, getting a 3 of hearts and an 8 of diamonds, adding them to the table. "Diamonds control earth and hearts, fire. The higher the number, the stronger the power. The roll of a dice determines the duration." Oryon looks at the joker. "The joker fluctuates and needs two dice rolls to get it to work." They reach into their bag again and pull out a solid black deck of cards. "This is the power deck."

“What happens if we pull a card from it? Do we get the ability?” Percy asks, the other two now wrestling on the ground. They’re listening, just also fighting.

"Nah, I've tested with magic tricks before and it doesn't work that way, I get the power instead." They replied, cleaning up all the cards.

“That….that’s amazing, Oryon. Wow.” He says, giving a small simple smile. “Plus, maybe if you like, I can help you train with the spades part of your deck. I’m good at water.” 

“‘I’m good at water.’ is the lamest pick up line I’ve ever heard.” Daun says from somewhere below the table. A loud clunk is heard as the table jolts and Brooke yells “Fuck!” Both pop back up into their seats, now a little unkempt. “Yeah, it was a little lame.” Brooke says.

Oryon stifles a laugh "Sure, try not to get me too wet yeah?" They replied looking at Percy with a small smirk knowing exactly what they said.

Both Daun and Brooke scream in unison as Percy pales.

“OH SHIT! GOTTEM!” Daun yells “Shut up, it’s not like that they meant for practice or whatever.” They say, looking away and working up a sweat. “I won’t. Or whatever, we should probably get back to what we talked about before!” Brooke reaches out and gives Oryon a quick fist bump before leaning back in her chair and saying “That is true. You don’t need to answer now if we do want you to think about joining the crew. If you say no don’t worry, we’re still friends of course. But the crew has some secrets that may be for villains only.”

"Of course. Hmmm. It's a very intriguing offer, and my powers are more bad than good from time to time…" Oryon thinks it over "Ah what the heck. I'm in. But don't expect me to kill anyone....willingly." They replied, with a small smile.

“We’re not gonna kill people.” Daun says sternly “I hope.” She looks to Percy who shakes their head no. “No, there will be no need. But of course, accidents happen. That's life in this city.” They look back to Oryon and again give a smile. “I’m happy you’re on board.” The two girls nod “This’ll be great! Right now we’re just trying some things out but we’ve got a decent plan for the upcoming fundraiser.” “Oh yeah by the way…” Brooke says “…if some kid named Kirby- they’re scrawny and scrappy and need a haircut- talks to you…don’t tell them what you saw in the basement alright?”

"My lips are sealed, I wouldn't tell them a word." Oryon replied, "Thanks for the invite. I hope I don't disappoint."

“Well, you might need to tell them something. Just nothing about us. The kid doesn’t take no for an answer and keeps trying to “bust this case wide open”. If you remember anything else from that night it might work better.” Daun says finishing off the fries.

Oryon nodded and gave a thumbs up "Got it." They reply. "I remember quite a bit so I got it covered."

“Amazing. Can’t wait to get this up and running-“ Daun’s watch dings and she looks down. “Ah shit. I gotta go grab my brother. His strange friend invited him out to ‘watch him dance’ and it’s done now. Sorry to cut this short but we’ll talk more soon! Come on Brooke, I'll take you home.” Brooke nods, grabbing her stuff and giving Oryon a quick hug. “See ya at school!” She says, now heading out with Daun. 

Percy sits there, silently staring at Oryon for a while before saying “Well. I should. Go, too. But- It was great seeing you. Thanks for the fries and accepting and you know…whatever.” They stand and grab their bag, waving goodbye quickly before rushing off.

Oryon hums before cleaning up the table and leaving.

END.

[flicker-bot]

Thread for Flicker & Timeout by @ninjakarkki​ (originally posted on Discord, copied here for easier access to past messages)

Flicker — 07/29/2021 8:29 AM

Flicker slowed his steps and glanced up for a moment. Although the trees around him hid most of the night sky, he was able to see a few twinkling stars peeking from between the branches. He reminded himself he shouldn’t linger for too long and picked up his pace again.

The young bot had been out with the rest of the team when they’d seen a particularly big and bright shooting star. It wouldn’t have been so strange if it hadn’t seemed to land somewhere into the forests of Griffin Rock and knowing that it was their responsibility to keep the island safe, they had to check it out. They’d reached the edge of the forest and after some consideration, everyone had gone in different direction for better coverage.

Flicker realized it was getting harder to see the forest floor and he turned his head light on. He was expecting to hear a message through the comm system at any minute now – they probably wouldn’t continue their search for long when it was getting darker so quickly, and he was expecting Heatwave to call it quits. His focus wavered and he failed to spot a root of tree peeking through the ground. His foot caught on the root, and he let out a cry as he stumbled forward. There was a downhill right before him and he tried to grab onto the ground in attempt to stop himself, but he only tore off some moss before he rolled down the slope.

Fortunately, the hill wasn’t very steep, and Flicker stopped rather quickly, but it was enough to throw him off. He got on his feet, his movements slightly wobbly, and began to wipe his plating to get rid of dirt and make sure he hadn’t gotten injured. He looked around and froze, his servos mid-air. He heard vaguely someone asking him through the comm system why he’d screamed and if he was okay, but he didn’t respond. There was a few broken trees and a fresh gaping ditch on the ground. At the end of the ditch, behind a few trees that had remained intact, there was something laying on the ground… something big and metallic. Flicker took a few steps towards it and reached for his comm system with a shaky servo.

“E-everyone? I… I-I think I found it.”

Timeout — 07/29/2021 10:05 AM

"Affirmative, please approach it carefully. and let us know where you are" Came Chase's respond first, as per usual.

"And are you alright Flicker? You sound shaken up? Was it not an asteroid?" Another bot spoke up, this time being Boulder who sounded somewhat worried.

Blades was up in the sky for better view, mostly per Heatwave's order. As the comm came through that Flicker had seemingly found the fallen asteroid, Blades happened to spot it as well and flied over, shining his light over it. "Guys, it's not an asteroid, it's a small ship.."

Flicker — 07/29/2021 12:30 PM

It took Flicker a while to be able to answer. Hearing others' voices and Blades' rotors above reminded him that he wasn't alone and it helped him to calm down a little.

"Y-yeah", he responded slowly to the comm system, not taking his optics off from the metallic surface peeking from behind the trees. "I'm okay, I... I just stumbled a bit. You'll find your way here if you follow Blades." A pause. "Be careful on the slope."

Flicker turned his headlight off as he saw no need to keep it on anymore, now that Blades was illuminating the site. He began to approach the ship slowly and carefully, watching for any signs of life. "I don't see anyone", he informed to others. Yet, he added to himself silently. Surely a ship like this couldn't have crashed without someone controlling it? Flicker was sure someone was inside - he wasn't so sure if they were friendly or not. But they might need help, Flicker thought. We can't leave without knowing what happened.

Flicker stopped a few meters away from the ship, next to its side. "Hello?" He tried to ignore the hint of fear in his own voice. "Is anyone there?"

Timeout — 07/29/2021 2:23 PM

"The ship might be unstable! Be careful Flicker!" Blades said with worry as he was slowly circling in the air to get a better look around the ship. There wasn't any answer from the inside of the ship to Flicker's question.

It didn't take long before rest of the team got over as well. "That's cybertronian ship!" Boulder immediately took a note as he started to scan it, first and foremost to make sure it was safe to approach and to get its data. "It's safe to approach, no possibly of fuel tank or engines exploding"

"Cybertronian? I wonder if there's someone inside" Chase pondered as he had gotten over to Flicker to look at the ship as well, and to see where the entering place was. "Of course there's someone inside, what kind of a ship lands like this without a pilot" Heatwave said as a matter of fact.

Flicker — 07/29/2021 3:16 PM

Blades' warning made Flicker flinch as if he'd touched something hot and he took a few quick steps back. He was getting more and more worried when there was no response from within the ship.

Others arrived quickly and Flicker glanced at them - his optics lingered on Chase, as if looking for reassurance - before turning his attention to the ship again. Although Boulder assured it would be safe to approach, Flicker didn't return to the ship, but instead waited for the older and more experienced bots to decide what to do next. He listened to others' exchange and chimed in after Heatwave: "I thought so too."

He gave others a worried look. "I called out, but no-one has answered. If someone's there, they might be badly hurt... We have to help them!"

Timeout — 07/29/2021 3:38 PM

"Great thinking Flicker" Chase said and looked at the young autobot, giving him a small pat before spotting the entrance to the ship "The entrance is here, however it would seem it is stuck close, I will need help getting in"

"On it!" Boulder chimed and got over with Heatwave. With first some trouble, they managed to force the door open, smoke getting to escape from the inside. Chase shined a light inside and scanned the ship before the light hit a white and blue figure laying on the floor. "Ah, there!"

"They're not moving, either unconscious, or worse.." Heatwave muttered under his breath and quickly got in to get over to the mech. "Boulder, stay outside with Flicker, we will bring the mech out" Chase said and quickly followed Heatwave inside. Boulder nodded and took couple steps away from the door and over to Flicker.

Flicker — 07/29/2021 4:19 PM

Although brief, Flicker appreciated the little pat Chase gave him. He followed the bigger bot's gaze to what appeared to be entrance, and he took a step back to leave room for Boulder and Heatwave. He would've admire their strength to pull the stuck doors open if he hadn't been so worried about whoever was onboard.

Flicker barely managed to remain where he was when others went in, and he tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside from where he stood. Apparently there was at least one bot, a mech, and Flicker could feel his worry deepen when Chase said they'd bring him outside. That means he can't walk by himself. Flicker hoped the situation wasn't as bad as he feared, although the ship's condition was speaking for itself.

Timeout — 07/29/2021 4:53 PM

"Blades get down here!" Soon enough Heatwave ordered as he and Chase were coming out of the ship, carrying out what seemed to be an unconscious mech. The mech had Autobot insignia on the bottom of his chest while his arms had heartbeats, easy guessing the mech was an autobot medic most likely. From the order, Blades was quickly down, especially when he saw the autobot.

"There's no visible wounds but he doesn't seem to be responsive"  Heatwave informed and got the mech to lay down on the ground so Blades could take a better checkup to determine how acute the situation could be. "By the looks of it, it seemed like he had gotten out of stasis not too long ago, however we're not certain of it" Chase added on the information he had gathered when inside the ship.

"He seems to be ok! no major wounds, internal nor external, just unconscious but there's quite a dent on his helm which makes me believe he has hit his head in the landing" Blades soon let everyone know, the news making the others relax that it wasn't life or death situation. "We better get him to the bunker, he's fine but needs medical attention" the team's medic added as he finally got up from the ground.

"Got it. Chase, Flicker, you get to the firehouse and be ready to help Blades get this bot get inside, me and Boulder will help Blades to get him over there by the sky." Heatwave ordered.

Flicker — 07/29/2021 5:26 PM

While the mech was being carried outside and examined, Flicker paced anxiously back and forth with his servos clung together, trying to stay out of others' way but also trying to see constantly what was going on. He didn't like how helpless and useless he felt, but it was definitely not his biggest concern that moment.

Flicker finally stopped when Blades gave the good news, barely realizing he relaxed his shoulder joints after tensing them the whole time. He gave a brisk nod as Heatwave gave his commands and while others were preparing to carry the mech by air, Flicker and Chase began their walk back through the forest to the road. There they would be able to transform and travel faster.

As Flicker followed Chase up the hill, he turned his headlight back on. He hadn't realized before how dark it'd gotten. He remained quiet for a while, and only their footsteps on the forest floor sounded in the night.

Finally Flicker spoke in a quiet, nervous voice.

"Is he going to be okay?"

Timeout — 07/29/2021 5:46 PM

"Affirmative" Chase nodded to the order they received and headed out with Flicker, also getting his own light on as they walked to see where they were going. As Flicker eventually spoke, Chase turned to look at him with a reassuring look "Most certainly, it might have looked more dramatic than the situation was, but I can say with high confidence that he should regain consciousness within next 24 hours" he said with a gentle tone, wanting to ease up Flicker's clear worry for the autobot stranger.

"If my assumption is correct from his frame, he appears to be a medic and those bots are resilient, as you might already have seen from our Blades. So do not worry I am most certain that bot is going to be alright" he added as well with a small smile.

Flicker — 07/29/2021 7:10 PM

Although it wasn't enough to make his worries vanish completely, Flicker was visibly more relieved upon hearing Chase's answer. He met the police bot's small smile with his own, even if uncertainty remained in his optics.

"I can keep an eye on him until he wakes up", he promised. There was rarely a day when no-one had to leave for a rescue, left alone the whole team, and it made sense for Flicker to look after the mech while others might be busy. Besides - Flicker felt a pang of regret that made his expression waver - he wanted to make up for not being really any use back at the crash site.

Timeout — 07/29/2021 9:51 PM

  "That would be much appreciated" Chase smiled at Flicker's suggestion and soon enough they got back to the road where they transformed and rolled out to the firehouse.

>>> Firehouse

[k-s-morgan]

Hey K :) do you think Will really intended to kill Hannibal via Matthew Brown? To me that was Will’s half-arsed attempt at vengeance and mostly because “he was curious to see what would happen” which is a recurring theme between Hannigram. I don’t think Will actually expected Matthew Brown to succeed because really, what were that guy’s chances trying to kill the Chesapeake Ripper?

I personally think that deep down Will didn’t expect Matthew Brown to succeed, and was surprised when he actually managed to almost kill Hannibal. Same thing with Hannibal sending Randall Tier after Will - it seems more like a game between Will and Hannibal, these half-attempts at killing each other. It’s like they know they will both prevail.

Thoughts?

PS: I know you wanna keep this blog to your fandoms and writing so I wont get into it but I hope all is well with you, your family and friends as much as it’s possible under the circumstances.

Hey! Thank you so much for your wishes and interesting questions, and for your support in general! <3

Hannibal is an easier character to understand, in my opinion, so I'll cover him and Randall first. I have no doubts that Hannibal didn't even consider Will dying. Hobbs, Tobias, Gideon - these were more of a test. Randall was a gift.

Hannibal always embraced the fact that Will is a more righteous kind of killer: ever since S1, he's been sending Will "bad people" as sacrificial lambs. At the same time, Will never risked turning into a vigilante because his motivation for killing is different - like he says repeatedly, he enjoys the feeling of power he gets, not the fact that he rids this world of the darkness. But Will needs excuses to justify his impulses. In E9 of S2, he tries to shoot Ingram, allegedly in defense of Peter. Hannibal warns him against it.

Hannibal: Don't do it for Peter. If you want to kill, Will, you have to do it for yourself.

He thinks Will's design has evolved enough to make him stop hiding behind the excuses. He stops Will's murder attempt. And he's right: in the next episode, Will admits he wanted to kill Ingram because he wanted to experience the same heady feeling he got after killing someone before. He complains to Hannibal that he lost this chance because of him.

Will: I regret what I did in the stables … The mistake was allowing you to stop me.

Hannibal: So, it's not pulling the trigger you regret. It's not pulling it effectively.

Will: That would be more accurate.

When Hannibal asks Will to imagine a scenario he wouldn't have regretted, Will imagines killing Ingram. To Hannibal's question of what he saw, he answers:

Will: A missed opportunity. To feel like I felt when I killed Garret Jacob Hobbs. To feel like I felt when I thought I killed you.

So Hannibal starts to plan. He sends him Randall as a gift in apology for his interruption - Randall is also a bad person, but the difference is, Will kills him for personal reasons, like Hannibal wanted. He throws away the gun and pounces; he murders him even when he's already incapacitated. He does it for himself, not under the pretence of protecting someone. Hannibal wanted to rectify the situation with Ingram by giving Will another, more appropriate and challenging victim. He never doubted Will would succeed, in my opinion. He took it for granted.

Another piece of evidence confirming Randall-as-a-gift theory is this deleted bit from the script: Will was supposed to attach a note to Randall's body when delivering it to Hannibal:

A piece of paper is pinned to his chest. On it is written: "Return to Sender."

With Will and Matthew, it's more complicated. From the text we have, I would say that Will genuinely wanted Hannibal killed. He was full of dark anger and bitterness; he hated the conflicting feelings Hannibal continued to evoke in him. Thinking Matthew is going to succeed is one of the reasons why Will sees himself turning into Will-digo, as the script calls him, aka Will's personal version of Stagman. This was his first conscious murder attempt, and he was committed to it enough for this transformation to happen. Later on, in the Randall episode, Will also admits he thought Matthew would succeed:

Will: [I wanted to] feel like I felt when I thought I killed you.

But was he having doubts and regrets? Yes, I'm certain of it. It's all in the show and in the script, as well as in Will's nature in general. He's incapable of confidently turning against Hannibal, the only person who accepts and understands him. After Matthew goes on his mission, Will is described like this:

Will Graham sits on his bunk, head down, contemplating Hannibal's murder.

Doesn't feel like he's happy or eager. When Alana comes to him:

Will looks at Alana. Wants to tell her.

Alana: Will? What have you done?

Will: What I had to.

He turns from the bars and walks back to his bunk. Alana watches him for a beat, but he doesn't look up.

Same here: he wanted to confess to Alana to give her a chance to save Hannibal. "What I had do" sounds forced: Will saw this as necessity but deep down, he didn't want it.

So I do think Will intended for Matthew to kill Hannibal, but he would have spent the rest of his life regretting this. This was the first and last time he came this close to seriously planning Hannibal's murder.

[maxverstepponme]

Juicy anon like admin said here🧃

I’ll do the same again to make it easier.

Like did you guys in the "army" ever had like a game plan on who to attack online? From my part no, simply because I know harassing someone for their opinion is only going to make it worse and the last thing you want is for your idol to be affected negatively. That’s how I saw things at least. But they do mass report whenever there’s an account they don’t like.

Recently all the gossip accounts that clearly made their feelings known disappeared before most of them got their accounts back. Not all. It was also when the max account that refuses to post Kelly (bless her at least one account you can follow in peace) posted several times that someone is trying to hack her. You think it was all Sara/Kelly herself or were more minors Kelly stans involved? I don’t have an answer for that, but what can I tell you is that between fan pages the possibility of it being her it’s talked about because everyone knows Sara is capable of anything when it comes to Kelly, even defending her racist actions. “Everyone makes mistakes so it’s not fair to be harder on others when everyone makes them” is what she said about the racist accusations. Like I stated before, they mass report accounts when they don’t like certain things. This is what happened with adoringkellypiquet, kellypiquetmemes2.0, just_another_e.g_account but they managed to get it back. They have tried to mass report maxverstxppen at least three times but I think they haven’t been successful. I think it’s because the account has almost 50k so maybe it’s more difficult to get rid of, but they absolutely despise that account. They don’t like the fact that a big Max fan account isn’t giving Kelly attention and that Jos follows her. That’s why they started the rumors about her being involved in a none appropriate way with Jos. They even tried looking for their private account but were unsuccessful as well. I personally love the account and the girl behind it is also really nice.

Also can you verify the one group chat that just another posted where Kelly said "I think he will propose soon" Is that how she talked to you guys? Giving intimate information about Max? My account was already deleted by the time those screenshots came out and my friends didn’t hear from it. I don’t know if it was a smaller group or fake. I was never added to the group but since my friend was there, I got to see some of the things she said. She will talk about him and sometimes even send pictures on Instagram but those that you can only view once. According to my friend she once said the sex was a bit boring, but I don’t know if she said it as a joke or what.

It's funny how earlier a stan was in tantrum about calling Kelly out for grooming but by your own admission you were all teens and this very much sounds like grooming to bid her fights. Definitely. I never fought her battles because sometimes I wouldn’t even realize there were any since I wasn’t in the big group, but again, my friend will tell me about what was going down. Sometimes she would write things like “I wake up thinking about what’s next, how far they’ll go” and everyone would be like “oh Kelly” 🥺🥺 and do as she pleased.

More questions. How did Kelly/Sara react to the different stories online? Serendipity. Her allegedly cheating on Max on her birthday. What happened in February when it seemed they broke up for a while? The way you saw it. She kept saying it was fake. I don’t think she would’ve been that dumb to cheat on Max while being in Monaco. Some people like to talk even if she’s not as famous as she pretends she is. They didn’t break up but according to what I heard, she was worried because things weren’t that good. Nothing a bit of manipulation couldn't fix 😂

I’m logging off for the night because I have class at 8am. If there are any more questions for me I’ll check whenever I’m able to. Have a great night 🧃💚

Oh my Supermax 💀 Thank you nonnie, but I’d like to know what they say about me. Probably that I’m a bitch and all that but I still want to know 👀

Have a great night as well ❤️

[the-firebird69]

A lot of changes taking place in Charlotte county today and they're pretty big it was me they're very important.

-they are going after the bears of both towns people with them and are government workers for them in the role as mayor. The cutting them down taking their people out going after assets and threats to get rid of them these people are jokes they don't live a life and their bums and it's disgusting didn't do anything to work at all I'm actually tired of doing all the work plus their jobs so they're firing them and they're pursuing them and also taking them to court and jail in prison

-we have several group lawsuits running here I think four and one went to Superior Court and then say the court date is today and they have to be up there at 11:00 a.m. if not warrants get issued and they're supposed to pay and if they don't pay people get arrested until they do. Those four group lawsuits and there's two for Trump and two for Tommy f. They're going forward today and there's three or 400 people on each group lawsuit and they're prominent figures in Florida and the world actually and the sick of these guys and tell them to get out and they won't and my husband will say it and they don't even pay attention to him. And there's enough people on these lawsuits and it's different people in each group lawsuit to beat up this town of idiot higher ups you mean the downtown area but they have armies and they're bringing them in and they're getting rid of these shitheads. There's a huge number of people hearing Trump he says he worked on it with garth and it works Trump is completely pissed off. And a lot of people have killing them already just wait it comes up with this stuff. So there's a bunch of people that are going after them to fire them

-you selectmen from both towns are being fired. Each one of them has a list of crimes against the max and the calling them on it and firing them as they do it's a huge day and they're probably trying to fire half across both towns

-most positions in the county government are held by the higher-ups of the warlock here and the Mac version at that and they are under scrutiny by the max and they're removing some already they removed for 500 to make it 2800 so today they're thinking of firing some more it had an impact

-they're also going after the sheriff and trying to get another hundred out cuz they got $100 out and replace that hundred with minority more lock and they want 100 out more and to do the same that would make a big difference and to do it with the police department now they're putting 10 in pretty soon to put 10 more cuz they pulled 20 out and the neighborhood too in front from 160 and inside of 125 and they're saying 1:30 or 1:40 but now reality the ones that I'm discounting are heading towards the rear side and it's time and there's no attack going on attacking and moments it'll be 125 that's very low. Out of there are 300 175 will be gone and the houses are still there and minority Bullock are tempting to get there and there's a bunch of them and some of them have power and they want to take the neighborhood too and not live like complete s*** and several of them have tried to move in a bunch of times every day and several of them are trying to put new houses in and a few of them I've got together and plan to put in prefab where there are lots and thought it might be easier it is going on now this is going to be a ton of this going on here and $125 households is all that's left and a third of them are crying mutiny.

-if you want things are happening but this is becoming bigger and bigger and it's moving faster and faster the empire is growing and increasing their shield they have it over 3/4 of Florida. And there's more to it they are taking land aggressively and they're going down below and establishing some headquarters they're not very big but it's really to monitor but they're doing it and we're surprised but that's what they're doing there also put the shield all over the planet and they're trying to shield the upper Midwest but they're not getting back there and it's a lot of area they would want to but they can't but there are being aggressive in some places like the Middle East and they have half of it covered and they're moving over what they take from stand to that location and to others like Korea and it's happening believe it or not and Pakistan and they're building like madness by the way and they're getting ready to face Tommy F and forgs are too.

-there's a few other things happening these people are discovering that there are other ships launching and trying to figure out who I can't seem to do it and sending people to check and those are the areas we were describing and they're checking on smaller launches one mile to 20 mile is what they're hearing about and I can't seem to get to a lot of it that's what they're doing and they're going to some suspected ship sites but not many and it's not very aggressive there's a few other programs going on at all but here in Charlotte county that's a lot more changes coming out

-the morlock are being fired from tons of private jobs it's probably 20% left but they're firing the Macklemore lock who are really 10% but that's a lot of people there's a lot of jobs and they plan to get rid of them within the next couple of days and 5% a day and a pretty good size companies and they are some essential companies pipeline companies and a lot of stuff is brought here by pipeline and there are several of those and has 10 million people each that's 30 million people and all of those people are warlock they're about half the population of workforce for those companies here. And there are a few more companies that are big Delta and you mean the tool company and now let's see airline and they're not the same company and it is the airline. They're huge it used to be the only one in North Carolina practically and they have flights everywhere and they don't want them there anymore and here in Florida they're laying them off today and it's probably 40 million people. Some of these companies are hiring minority morlock not all that some do and they usually make decent workers they didn't screw around while they're at work and make jokes instead of doing these assholes do. And there's a couple more companies when does Tropicana when is Tropicana and they're firing half of the Macklemore lock And there are a couple other Sunny delight as far in half of the Macklemore lock Krogers distribution of food is hiring 3/4 of the Macklemore lock and maybe all of them is what they say Publix Winn-Dixie a couple other grocery lines stater Brothers I'm firing three quarters of the mcmullock and Walmart is firing half the Mac morlock all in Florida and that's significant half of the American warlock because they're the ones who make up the work for us but the others are moving in and so far they already fired like 20% of the Macklemore so their presence is getting weak and they're going to feel it today and that's a few billion people and they're all going to be marching around and getting arrested so everybody should be on alert

-the government sector we were talking about but truthfully they're trying to bring that number down to 2200 higher ups in Charlotte county and the government itself if Shawn county they want to remove roughly 10% of the total is Max warlock they're working on it and today they're shooting for 2%. It's a lot of workers that's like 20,000 people right here in the county

-another thing they're doing is pulling people's cards they're going to be doing that today you're seeing screwing around here with my husband or with Max they start pulling a card

-in the news Trump is not doing good he has court cases three of them two of them are going off this month one of them is severe criminal behavior he's beginning trial on. And he is going to be in a lot of trouble they're talking about stripping him of all sorts of things or businesses and more and sanctioning him and even kicking him out of the country someone was saying that we should bring him up on charges for the missile strike and it was a Democrat no it's a Republican I said right now nobody attacks us and sits there smirking and making fun of us. So they're contemplating that in the meantime they're assassinating his character and him occasionally on purpose and for real and he's going down and he's taking his with him

-there's more and it's pretty big the sick of these people they're hostile attitude they don't want him driving trucks or having businesses or or running businesses with anything in them and gasoline stations and things like that propane or priority they getting kicked out today of anything that is flammable and chemical and it's going on right now soon it will be everything that is dangerous they'll be out of

-they're moving on taking them out of every business there is but one of the first things they want them out of is heavy highway construction there are nuisance you keep putting barriers up wrong they're working to do that now and it's going to set a precedent for everything.

-assembly industries that they're not wanted in at all anymore and they're trying to get them out of there pretty good hospitals ambulance fire department police military and anything to do with the military or police and they are going at it today to try to put them out of these businesses and industries in Charlotte county all of Florida actually they don't want them here and telling them get out of your under arrest and a lot of them get arrested I think there's bologna and I get taken to Central Florida for processing and internment at the prison. There's a lot going on couple more things

-they're being arrested for harassing my husband in any way the two supposed Asian girls got arrested and they are not Asian and they're answering the bank and obstructing his path on purpose and upsetting him like little kids and the arrested them. They're out in 2 hours but the time is to get it stretched out used to be a lot less. It's going on now and they're taking a severe beating and people are wondering why they did that at that place and they're taking more of a severe beating

-this hours left of the day and already in the first few hours doing something the hell out of everyone trying to push people around and they're getting beat up and taken down that's what happens every day to these trumpsters

-you can't take from us Trump and sitting there trying to take his teething stuff so we're beating you to death and you're going to lose everything over like $200 worth of stuff you're a freak and a loser

-half the world's population is changing no it's a giant change in the paradigm and their percentage of the population is dropping to about 8% right now pretty soon it'll be less and they're going to be really ridiculed and harrassed just like they were doing to lots of people. It's me behavior that's unnecessary uncalled for and it's going back on you now everyone's doing it and you can't handle it and you get beat up and terminated pretty soon that's going to be a causation of your Extinction Mac morlock you should be proud of being very dumb I'm going to publish for this one more

My husband is sitting here in the Quagmire of dumb a****** I'm trying to work on it instead of these people being reasonable they're getting more unreasonable nasty and ridiculous with their treatment and comments it's a sign so we have to come in here and try to establish I'm putting forward that we're going to compete over being here in some of these households

Hera

We're accepting your proposal and we're going to review it and forward it to Olympus

Thor Freya

I appreciate it and he does greatly

Hera

We have heard this before and we turned it around approved we do understand times are different and the circumstances are and we will review it but more so for more houses

Olympus

Good

Hera

All assemble for a meeting regarding July 1st and we're going to get it going early and we have a bunch of issues that came out

Thor Freya

He wants us to get some more teams together to focus on the cruise will be nearby Morrison possibly fetus versus other cruise and we agree that it's a good thing to do Frank Castle Hardcastle did you can Blockbuster and he means Mars and Venus

[s1mpa1]

BTS in…Soul Eater! Pt. 2

Kim Taehyung - Weapon - Flail

With that cute face of his, he’s a Meister’s favorite. Though the same can’t be said from him, personally. Something is always missing. He’s always feeling an okay soul connection with the Meister’s that have asked to fight along with him, but it’s just that. It’s “Okay”. He doesn’t mind being this way, but when he caught a glimpse of Namjoon and Yoongi’s teamwork, he was enamored. Enamored by the way they were in sync, and never doubted one another. Not only their souls were perfectly connected, but their friendship just seemed so close. Admirable, and that’s when Taehyung’s desire to find the right Meister started. He didn’t expect for his senior Hoseok to pop out of nowhere, and approach him, though. Of course he knew Hoseok, and how he too, also jumped from weapon to weapon. Both were sort of the same in that way. Maybe that’s why the two felt…something peculiar about their souls when they partnered up. Both freezing for a moment. After that day, Taehyung started to search for Hoseok, and vise versa. Not knowing that in the near future, both would be considered one of the top Meister and Weapon in the academy.

Cute short fact :

While being with Hoseok was cool and all. Taehyung is also seen being quite close to another weapon, Park Jimin. The intimidating Ring Sword, who no one expected to have such a good friend like Taehyung. Both pushing eachother more, and bringing out hidden sides of them, that not everyone has seen. Jimin, helps Taehyung be more confident with himself. Taehyung once said that if Jimin were to have been a Meister, he would have settled with him.

Jeon Jungkook - Meister

He’s a hidden treasure, that will soon be found. By who?

You guessed it.

Kim Namjoon.

The young boy became amazed by Kim Namjoon’s abilities with his weapon, and he has been following his footsteps since.

Studying to the best of his abilities, and learning about witches, and weapons until he passed out. His one and only problem with all of this, is that he was very-VERY shy. A stuttering mess, when he was near girl weapons. He quickly figured that it would be easier to just find a guy friend. But who?

Cue, Park Jimin. He was simply walking around the hallways, and poor Jungkook thought his life would come to an end when he bumped into him. To his surprise, not only was the cool weapon friendly, but both quickly became good friends. They’re both from Busan! Once the two spent enough time together, it was Jimin who actually asked first, to be Jungkook’s weapon. The young boy’s eyes sparkling with excitement, as he was quick to accept.

Cute short fact :

Jungkook was once assigned to accompany Namjoon and Yoongi to get rid of an evil monster, who was frightening and attacking humans, in Gangnam. That was perhaps the best day of Jungkook’s life. Because not only was HE the one to take that thing down, but Namjoon acknowledged him, and patted his back. Jimin rolled his eyes, while Jungkook kept gushing about how Namjoon spoke to him. All the way home, the boy couldn’t stop smiling. Today was a success, and he got Namjoon to notice him!

Kim Seokjin - Meister/Weapon - Gun

Hold on…is that a thing? Can a Meister be a Weapon? No no…can a Weapon be it’s own Meister? Anyone would normally answer “no” there’s no way, right? Meisters and Weapons exist yes, but they are both different individuals who work together to form a duo.

Well, this certainly wouldn’t be the first time that this is heard about. A Weapon being it’s own Meister…

Kim Seokjin just happened to be the only one of his class, to ever achieve this.

How? Why?

Because he’s Kim Seokjin.

Not only is he respected because of his looks, and charming charisma. But because of his ability to take on missions on his own, and doing it well. Expect perfection from this boy.

Cute Short Fact :

He’s been in many missions with the other boys, and has become like a brother/teacher to them all. From teaching the Meisters, to the Weapons. He’s a big help to them all, and oooohhh they are the best of friends. When there are no missions, they all go and hang out and eat. It’s lovely. He had been used to working on his own, but is now more than happy to accompany any of his brothers, or have them join him.

He’s not that interested in catching Witches nor Souls as much as the others are, but he’s been constantly pushed to. Oh well.

[jauctin]

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[seijorhi]

Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you. 

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you. 

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop. 

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes. 

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy. 

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him. 

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before. 

Happy. 

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s  shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle. 

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement. 

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you. 

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.” 

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you. 

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.  

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes. 

 Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground. 

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath. 

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but… 

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin. 

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.” 

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free. 

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit. 

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth. 

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen. 

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come. 

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion. 

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–” 

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you. 

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips… 

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it… 

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him. 

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”

[hitnran]

STRESSED (gender neutral! reader)

what they do when you’re stressed

includes: izana, kakucho, ran, rindou, shion, mucho, sanzu, hanma

note: i miss tenjiku

— IZANA KUROKAWA

If you’re stressed out and want Izana to help you out, or at least notice that you’re feeling off, it’s going to be a little bit difficult.

You’d either have to be so on edge where you either blow up or give him the silent treatment where you just want to be alone. In that case, Izana would be very confused. He’d question why you’re acting so weird towards him, not even picking up the possibility that something was bothering you.

He’ll most likely leave you alone for a bit to cool off or until you become yourself again. If he were still curious as to what was up with your attitude earlier, he’d bring it up.

“Why were you ignoring me earlier?” Izana questioned. There was no build up to the question nor hesitation behind asking - he was charismatic enough to be the leader of a gang after all.

You felt a little bad. It was nothing he knew about, yet you took your stress out on him without telling him what was going on. You went on, answering his question, and telling him how stressed out you’ve been lately.

“Well, tell me next time,” Izana sighed, shaking his head. He really wish you would’ve let him know what was going on earlier. He thought so much time was wasted of you ignoring him when it could’ve been so much easier if you had just told him you were stressed.

“Hey,” Izana called out to you.

You turn your head in his direction and a hand was placed against your cheek. Izana doesn’t often show his affection, but when he does, he does it in the most intimate moments to let you know how much he loves you.

He peppers your lips with kisses, pulling you into his chest and softening his voice, “Don’t stress over it so much; you’re just wasting your time.”

— KAKUCHO HITTO

If you’re stressed, Kakucho’s going to immediately know. It’s apart of his character to pick up on the behaviors of those who he is nearby. If you’re feeling off, he’s going to try his best to help you through it.

Kakucho would firstly make sure you’re comfortable. He’d lay you down, make sure you’ve eaten first, and massage your muscles of any tension. He’d then slowly ease into asking you if anything had happened.

You tell him how stressed you’ve been with things occurring in your life whether it be major or minor or both. He listens into every word, nodding and speaking here and there to show that he is attentive. When you’re done with your venting, Kakucho would surprisingly give you good advice to help you through it.

If it’s a situation that he can’t completely speak on or help you with, he still wants you to know that he is there for you. There’s no reason for him to apologize, but he does it anyway because he feels such empathy for you and doesn’t want his lover to be so upset.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, love,” He’ll say, his eyes evidently filled with worry.

Kakucho would pull you in closer, rubbing your back and asking you if there was anything else he could give you.

“Just hold me,” You murmured into his arms.

“I planned to do that all along,” His soft chuckle was already enough to boost your mood.

— RAN HAITANI

It is quite easy for Ran to tell when you are stressed as well. It may be an older sibling instinct, but he picks up on small things especially behavioral.

Just in case it might just be him being paranoid though, he’ll also ease into it. Maybe he’ll joke around and tease you a little bit before confirming that something was up.

“Babe,” He calls out to you.

You silently hum as a response, not giving him the proper attention he wanted. In that case, Ran will just throw himself onto you, locking you in his arms until you tell him what’s wrong. Sometimes it gives you a headache, especially if you just wanna be alone. Usually Ran would give you space if you wanted it, but only if you tell him first.

“What’s wrong?” Ran asks you, running a hand down your back to soothe you.

You tell him how you have been stressed and he takes in all the information. In the end, he knows there isn’t much he can do about it himself, so the best thing Ran will do is just get your mind off of it.

He’ll ask if you want to go outside, maybe just for a ride on his bike or to be treated with your favorite dessert. If staying in is something you’d prefer, he’d run you a bath and pamper you, clearing his entire day just to spend with you.

— RINDOU HAITANI

A lot like Izana, Rindou’s not going to pick up that easy on you being stressed. He just takes it as you being slightly annoyed by inconveniences in your life; which for him, happens a lot, but you aren’t him.

He’ll only pick up on it if you obviously show that you’re stressed whether it be raising your voice, crying, or wanting to be alone. But prior to it, he won’t really approach the situation very well.

“What is up with you?” Rindou raised an eyebrow, wondering why you were acting so off. “You’re being so bothersome right now.”

Rindou is very blunt, and sometimes, he doesn’t think about what he says before saying it. You know this, but with your emotions all over the place, you couldn’t help but cry in front of him.

His knees will lock up in place and he’ll start sweating. It’s not often you cry, so when you do, he genuinely doesn’t know what to do. Rindou just panics and he drops his ‘cool act,’ putting his hands all over you and sitting you down to calm you down.

“Shit,” Rindou panics. He pulls you in for a hug, chanting words of how he’s sorry. “I’m sorry, baby. Did something happen? Did I make it worse?”

You calm yourself down, catching your breath before speaking. When he hears how you’ve been feeling lately, he feels so guilty for not picking up on it earlier.

He’ll lay you down, softening his touch and his voice, and just allow you to talk it out until the conversation heads into another direction and you two are either talking about some silly topic or have fallen asleep.

— SHION MADARAME

Shion is exactly the kind of guy who is ‘asshole to the world but not to his S/O.’ He switches up and makes a complete 180 around you.

He truly cannot believe that he has someone like you in his life and the last thing he wants to do is make a mistake. Sometimes, Shion is a little too on edge and cautious. Even if nothing is wrong, he’ll still ask things like ‘am I doing okay?’ or ‘how are you feeling?’ He just wants you happy.

But when you’re irritated about whatever it is going on in your life, Shion starts panicking on how to approach the situation. He’ll start losing it even more if you begin to cry.

“Ah?” Shion’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes, seeing you have a breakdown. He gulps hard, immediately pulling you into a hug. “D-Don’t cry? Ah, fuck.”

The best way for him to deal with you is to just make you laugh. Shion is a very funny guy, even when he doesn’t intend to be funny. Just seeing him panic so much is already making you laugh with how he’s running around.

He calms down a bit when you emit a small laughter, eyes still puffy and red. Shion will loosen his shoulders, wiping your tears off with his thumb and asking what happened and if there’s anything he can do.

— YASUHIRO MUTO (mucho)

Mucho is a quiet guy. He only speaks when he feels like it’s necessary and isn’t afraid to put in his opinion. With you, it’s the same but he’s a little bit more cautious with what he says.

Instead, he’ll silently observe you. As someone who dealt with getting rid of rats within Toman, he’s very keen on behavior that is different from the norm. He noticed your sentences cut short and your breath becoming more prolonged and exaggerated.

“Something happen?” He’ll finally give in, pulling you down into his lap and massaging your shoulders. “You look stressed.”

Although he doesn’t speak much, the words he says in reply to you venting to him is rather good advice. Even if it were just a couple of words, you know that he means every bit of it.

“You’ll get through it, I know it,” Mucho says, placing a kiss on your neck. “And if not, that’s okay too. We aren’t made to succeed in everything.”

— HARUCHIYO SANZU

Sanzu’s way of dealing with his own stress is to isolate himself until he feels like the situation as passed to where he can finally go back to acting ‘normal’ again.

Sanzu is also very observant, so if he sees that you’re stressed out, he’ll also probably leave you alone for a bit unless you tell him or give signs that you want him.

He’s not going to ask you what’s wrong until later on - if it were important, he’d want you to just tell him upfront. But if you didn’t tell him, then he just assumes that it’s an issue that will pass.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. He’ll still put in the effort in small ways like still making sure you’ve eaten, making sure that your space is clean, etc.

He’ll be patiently waiting for you to ease down. When Sanzu sees you finally showing yourself to him, he spreads out his legs a bit to signal to you that he’s free to talk to.

You place yourself in his lap and he cradles you. He’ll stare at you, waiting for you to say something before he can engage. If it’s someone who bothered you, Sanzu might consider ways to deal with them in private (but you always tell him that it’s not that serious). Otherwise, he’ll just listen and want to get your mind off of it.

— SHUJI HANMA

Hanma spends a lot of time with you throughout the day. He doesn’t see anything wrong with just wanting to use all of that time on someone he loves. If he’s bored, he’ll go over your place.

When he enters your place, he knew something was off. You didn’t even greet him at the door and that just won’t do.

Hanma will scoop you up, your face close to his, “Now what’s goin’ on, doll? Someone piss you off today?”

Hanma is surprisingly really easy to talk to. He nods in between your sentences, showing that he’s paying attention. Sometimes, he’ll plug in jokes here and there to hopefully get a laugh out of you.

“You’re stressed? Then stop being stressed,” Hanma teases, squishing the sides of your face before kissing you. He’ll latch himself into you, “Just give me that attention instead.”

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 1 - Decoy [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Here we go my loves, the first chapter! ❤ I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

As always, I don’t own anything.

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, death, manipulation, language.

Summary: Trouble has a way of following certain people.

Sometimes you wondered whether you would run away screaming when you were a child if you knew what kind of a person you would turn into.

It wasn’t exactly your fault though. For years and years, several people had put the blame on several different things. Eventually they would reach the same conclusion though; the psychiatrists, your superiors, the very few people you could call your family, they all agreed on one thing.

It wasn’t you, it was the abandonment.

The abandonment you went through when you were a teenager had somehow started this domino, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop this constant fall, not even you.

But as you would figure out soon, you were lucky. Instead of being consumed by your anger, you could direct it somewhere else. You were recruited and trained from a very young age, and somewhere along the way, you realized that if you wanted to survive you were going to have to sacrifice certain things.

Forgiveness was the first one to disappear. Guilt was another.

Then fear.

Then, love.

Ah well. Worse things happen in the world every day.

If anything it made your job easier.

You cracked your neck and opened the door to your apartment, the key sticking to your fingers because of the blood on your hands for a moment and you made a face as you shut the door, leaning back.

A very long shower and a bottle of wine sounded like a good idea.

You placed your gun on the table, took the dagger strapped to your thigh out of its holster and got the knives out of the heels of your shoes before flinging yourself onto your couch and turning the TV on.

“Also called Sokovia Accords 2.0 by the critics—“

“What the superheroes think about this remains a mystery—“

“The first time caused a huge rift between Captain America and Iron Man but nobody knows the new Captain America Sam Wilson’s comment on it—“

You didn’t get to change the channel again when your phone started vibrating in your pocket, making you sit up straight. You muted the TV, and checked the caller I.D before you answered.

“Hey there.”

“Hi, how’s Paris?” the cheerful voice of your best friend reached you, “Had enough croissants yet?”

A small smile pulled at your lips. After your only parental figure had left you to go God knew where, General had decided to adopt you and raise you like a daughter. His actual daughter Chloe had welcomed you with open arms, and you had been best friends since then.

Her being the top analyst of the division didn’t hurt either.

“Mm hm, because that’s all I’m doing. Eating croissants, visiting museums—”

“Killing and maiming targets...” she mused, finishing your sentence for you and you heaved a sigh.

“Somehow that last one isn’t included in the city guide,” you pointed out. “Chloe, you know this is a line for—“

“Official contact from General, yeah yeah,” she said, “In my defense, you didn’t pick up the phone an hour ago when I called you from my phone.”

“Do you know how hard it is to use touch screen when your hands are covered in blood?”

“What happened to your sniper rifle, did it fall into Seine?”

“It required close combat,” you said, “And the target swallowed the chip before I could get it, so I had to perform a spontaneous autopsy.”

“Just so you know, whenever you talk about your job I have to watch like a hundred cute videos after I hang up.”

“Happens.” you said, “How’s everything?”

“You missed us already?”

You grinned, “Maybe.”

“Good, because dad wants you back. He’ll contact you any day now.”

Your head snapped up and you stood up from the couch, “Really?”

“Duh. Have you seen how negotiations for these new Accords are going? It’s going to be a mess and we need you here.”

“The second one hasn’t passed officially.”

“Well no, but you know how my father thinks.” she said and you tilted your head.

“Are we sure it’s General who wants me there and not you?”

“Okay, that was one prank ages ago and I didn’t hear the end of it!” she protested, “Don’t you trust me at all?”

“Nope.”

“You know, I’m being the perfect friend and calling you to give you some good news but if you’re going to be like this, my news can wait until you get here.”

You pulled your brows together, “What news?”

“What do I get in return?”

“My endless gratitude,” you deadpanned, “Come on. What news?”

“You can’t tell anyone yet but I think you’re getting a promotion.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, “You’re joking.”

“Don’t forget about me when you become a handler, you hear me?” She let out a laugh, I need friends in high places.”

“Your dad runs the division Chloe. It doesn’t get any higher than that.”

“That doesn’t count!”  

You pressed a hand over your chest, “Just— what kind of a promotion are we talking about?”

“I mean I snooped around his files and casually committed treason.” she said, “But even I don’t know yet. They must be still making the adjustments.”

You opened your mouth to reply but then your phone vibrated again and you lowered it to check the message on the screen.

It was simple but again, all his texts were simple and to the point.

From: General

Time to come back. Jet leaves in 2 hours.

Here goes my shower and wine night.

“Chloe?” you said, walking to the sink to wash your hands so that you could start packing, “You want anything from here? I’m coming home.”

                                              ***

The best thing about being on the move all the time was that you could pack in minutes and the division would take care of the things you had left behind.

Apartments, belongings-

Not that you carried any belongings with you, or bought any more than necessary. It would’ve made you form a bond, which was less than ideal for any spy.

You suppressed the yawn splitting your face and made your way to General’s office. This jet-lag was going to make your life pretty difficult in the following 24 hours, and you were painfully aware of it, but it wasn’t like you could just ask for some time to rest.

That could wait. Your job was more important.

“General?” you knocked on the half open door and he raised his head to look at you before motioning you to enter the room.

“Y/N,” he said, “Close the door please. It’s good to have you back.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Take a seat,” he said and you cleared your throat, then perched on the edge of the chair.

“I’ve heard you eliminated the threat and got rid of our target quite fast,” he said, “And we have the chip now.”

You nodded silently, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Well, that shows me you’re ready for the next step,” he said “No reason to beat around the bush, you’re getting a promotion.”

Pride burst through your system but you tried to control your expression to stop the grin threatening to pull at your lips.

“Thank you sir.”

“Here are the details for your next mission,” he said, handing you a file that was stamped as Top Secret and you flipped the page to find information about your next identity.

Alias: Shrike

“Shrike,” you murmured to yourself, turning the pages, “Like the bird?”

“Mm hm. I assume you’ve heard about the Accords issue?”

You looked up, “Only a little,” you said, “The first one was a disaster and the government had to drop it after The Blip due to the public’s reaction, resurrected people insisted that the superheroes were the ones who saved them, not the government. Then the government said they would go over the details and change it in a way that would benefit both the public and the superheroes, but I haven’t seen the new version.”

“There were some adjustments but to be honest with you, it’s the same deal. We can’t have superheroes running wild with no orders,” he said, “I need you on both fronts, one with terminating specific targets, and one with….well, you’ll see.”

You flipped the page and blinked a couple of times, your stomach dropping.

You were good, but you weren’t that good.

“You- you’re sending me after Captain America, sir?”

“Ah no,” he said, “Don’t worry. Wilson doesn’t have a past we can use against him, and trust me, we checked. The guy is an actual hero but we need a bad guy.”

You turned the page and shut your eyes for a moment.

Bucky Barnes.

Right. You should’ve known.

The government wanted and needed Captain America on their side, but Bucky Barnes could fall for all they cared.

“Sir I appreciate your trust in my abilities but not even an army could take down the Winter Soldier the last time—” you started but General shook his head.

“Y/N, you’re not going to kill him,” he said, “That’s the second front I was talking about. We need you to get close to him, to form a personal bond and gather intel we can use in the future.”

You gawked at him, “I’m sorry?”

“Barnes is the perfect candidate. He can help us with necessary information to prove to the public that superheroes need to answer to someone; us. Besides if it all goes bad, we can just say he was a threat. With that kind of past no one would think he was innocent to begin with.”

Your head was spinning. Scratch that, the whole room was spinning.

You were good at finding and terminating targets, not forming personal bonds or playing this

“When you say get close to him….” You trailed off, your voice way too weak and he smiled slightly.

“You’re an attractive woman, I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.”

That. That was your promotion.

Not an operations officer, not a handler, but a lover who also happened to kill people.

They were going to use you as a honey trap for him.

“Sir, I don’t think-“ you started, but he held up a hand.

“Before you say no,” he said, “Let me remind you that this will benefit your career greatly, and you will have your own team. Show us you can handle it, and the position you want will be within your reach, you have my word. You want to be a handler, don’t you?”

You dragged your fingernails on the file, deep in thought.

“Barnes is one of the many dangerous people we may need to stop one day, and the only way to do it is to keep him under control and learn everything he knows until we’re ready to take him in.”

“But if these new Accords don’t pass—“ you started but he shook his head.

“Even if they don’t, and that’s a big if,” he said, “He’s still a valuable asset to have. We all have to perform certain missions, Y/N. Even if we don’t particularly like them. You will thank me in the future, when your career flourishes.”

Your blinked a couple of times, a bitterness appearing in your mouth.

“Of course,” you managed to say, “You’re— you’re right sir. It’s a good plan. I accept the position.”

“Great!” he clapped his hands together, “We have a target for you for tomorrow night, there’s this gallery opening. He needs to be eliminated, I think you can handle that? Start planning how it will go with Barnes as well, we can’t lose any time.”

You pursed your lips together and closed the file, “Of course.”

“Congratulations.” he leaned in slightly, “Your dad would be so proud of you if he could see you now.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it felt like it was getting bigger and bigger.

“I don’t need his approval,” you rasped out and walked to the door, but stopped when you heard him speak.

“Shrike,” he used your alias for the first time and you looked over your shoulder.

“Yes?”

“I don’t have to remind you that this mission is top secret. If he figures out who you are, or what you’re up to…” he clicked his tongue, “Kill him.”

You paused for a moment, then tilted your head and smiled at him.

“As you wish, sir.” you managed to say, then walked out of his office as if someone was chasing you. You made your way straight to the bathroom and slammed the file on the marble counter, then pulled out the small picture sticking out from the corner. It was an old black and white picture of him with Steve Rogers, probably taken in the 40s, both of them smiling. 

When you lowered the picture to attach it back to the paper, your eyes caught the tiny print under his aliases.

Confirmed Kills: Exact number unknown (Credited with 100+ assassinations)

You were in way, way over your head now.

“Oh, fuck.”

                                  Chapter 2

[babymetaldoll]

I love you (and I don't want to) (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: After three years in love with Spencer, (Y/N) decides it's time to move on.  He will never love her anyway, right?  

Category: Angst/Fluffy ending

Word count: 4,2K

Warnings: Cursing, but you love me anyway 💜

Masterlist

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It had been three years of her life. Three whole years she had been in love with Spencer Reid. But (Y/N) couldn't deal with those feelings anymore. She didn't want to continue torturing herself, waiting for him. Why? 'cos for him, (Y/N) was just his friend, his very best friend. But nothing more. And she wanted more. She wanted everything with him, and after three years, she knew she wasn't going to get it.

(Y/N) had hinted to Spencer in every possible way that she was in love with him, but he hadn't acted on it. She actually felt pathetic. (Y/N) thought she couldn't be any more obvious about her feelings. The only thing she hadn't done was kissing Reid. And she wasn't going to because it was clear all she was going to get was rejection.

That's why, after three years postponing her own life, waiting around to see if Spencer might actually see her as a woman and not as a friend, she was done. She had to move on from him, even if it was the hardest thing she had ever done.

But working with Spencer didn't make it easier. There he was, every morning, smiling at her from his desk. Asking her how she had spent the night, what she had done. Even inviting her over to his apartment for a movie night. Which with Spencer actually meant watching movies and nothing else. Nothing. Not even holding hands.

In three years, the most physical (Y/N) had even been with Spencer had been the day she got shot in a leg, and he hugged her when she rejoined the team after her leave.

One hug in three years. That was it. Spencer was way more physical with Morgan, or with anyone else, as a matter of fact. That's why it was time to let him go. (Y/N) knew she wasn't going to find another man like him, though maybe that was the idea.

She loved him so much it hurt, and she needed to get rid of that pain.

(Y/N) knew she could get a man's attention if she wanted to. That's why it was so frustrating not being able to get Spencer's. Decided to get him out of his mind, (Y/N) dragged Emily and García for a "Lady's night." And by the end of the evening, she had given her number to three different guys. Neither of them was Spencer Reid, but at least (Y/N) felt her ego boost from getting their attention.

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- "(Y/N)! I still can't get over how hot that guy was!! did he call you already?"- Penelope walked through the bullpen straight to (Y/N) 's desk, ignoring everybody but her friend. (Y/N) bit her lips and closed her eyes for a second, embarrassed her friend had literally yelled to the whole FBI they had met a cute guy the night before.

- "What? Who?"- Derek Morgan nearly jumped and rubbed his hands together, excited to hear the story, and walked with Garcia to (Y/N) 's desk.

Spencer raised his eyes from the file he was reading and scanned (Y/N) 's face. She was blushed, obviously nervous, and biting her lips as she smiled. What? Was she excited? Happy? Annoyed? and who was Garcia talking about? what guy? (Y/N) wasn't dating anyone. He would know. He knew everything she did. Not that he was a stalker or anything, but he listened each time she talked, and she usually told him everything she did.

Did she? Maybe not anymore. Spencer realized he needed to know what Garcia was talking about, so he pretended to be working but paid all of his attention to that conversation.

- "Thank you, Penelope"- (Y/N) huffed and shook her head- "I don't think Anderson heard you, by the way."

- "I heard her!"- Anderson raised his hand and waved- "Hot guy, she can't get over him"

- "Thank you!"- (Y/N) smiled at Anderson and covered her face with both hands.

- "Oh, come on! Don't be shy. You are not shy. And last night's (Y/N) wasn't shy either!"- Penelope tapped on (Y/N) 's back, as she grabbed the closest chair and moved it to her desk- "So, did he call?"

- "Who are you guys talking about?"- Morgan asked, crossing his arms on his chest, staring at the two women- "What did you do last night?"

- "Turns out this lady right here is the best party girl I've ever met, and in all these years, she had never shown this side of her! Ever!"- Penelope was clearly under the effect of three cups of coffee.

- "What did she do?"

- "Oh my beloved Morgan, you should have seen her!"- Garcia started explaining, and Spencer realized his stomach, as well as his fists, were tightening.

- "Please, don't!"- (Y/N) begged, but it was useless.

- "She was a lioness in the wild, and the hottest guys in the club were her prey. She danced with only the most attractive men in the whole place. And she flirted, and laughed, enchanted them all. Guys were asking for her phone number the whole time we were in that club. I swear I had never seen anything like it before."

- "What?! this pretty lady right here?"- Morgan pointed at (Y/N), who was still covering her face with both hands- "She always refuses to go out clubbing with me."

- "Well, clearly she was hiding her wild side"- Garcia sentenced and nodded at her own words- "So, did he call already?"

- "No. He hasn't"

- "Who?"- Prentiss asked, joining the conversation- "Bachelor number three? Please tell me you are gonna marry that man. It would be a crime not to."

The fact even Prentiss was drooling over that unknown guy hit Spencer harder. He knew (Y/N) was gorgeous and that she could get any guy's attention if she wanted to. But in the last three years, she had ignored every man who had flirted with her. Why the sudden change?

Spencer knew he couldn't ask (Y/N) not to flirt or go out with anyone, just 'cos he loved her in silence. Reid wished he could tell her how he felt, but he knew it was impossible for her to love him. She always took special care of him. She was always there when no one else was. But Spencer considered it as a gesture of friendship, not of love. He was so blind, he had wasted three years of happiness by her side, only because he was sure someone like her could never want someone like him.

Lucky for Spencer (or unlucky in a way), he didn't have to listen to that conversation for much longer. Hotch asked the team for the reports of the last three cases they had worked on, which meant they had a busy day ahead, and the bullpen was silent for most of the day.

Until (Y/N) 's phone hummed around noon, and Prentiss jumped from her desk.

- "Is it him?! is he?"- (Y/N) looked at Emily in shock- "What?"

- "You are acting like a schoolgirl. Put your shit together."

- "Shut up and let me live my life through you for a second! is that him?"- (Y/N) grabbed her phone and nodded. Spencer looked at her friend and held his breath. What was happening? Why was she clubbing and meeting guys all of a sudden?

- "I can't stop thinking about you. I hope you are having a great day. Wanna have dinner with me tonight?"- (Y/N) read out loud and bit her lips.

- "Please say yes and ask him for a picture."

- "Garcia already found pictures of him online"- (Y/N) announced Emily and showed her the mail she had gotten from their friend- "She checked his whole life. And he wasn't lying. The guy is a pediatrician, he is single, never been in jail, gives lots of money to charity...."

- "And he is so hot, Ryan Reynolds would be jealous of him. Seriously (Y/N), please date him. You deserve to be happy, and that guy is screaming, "I could make you happy."

Emily had never been the kind of woman to say those things out loud in the bullpen, during work, knowing anyone might hear her. But that was precisely what she wanted.

She knew Spencer was paying attention. And she wanted him to listen to what was going on because it might be the only way to make him see he had to tell (Y/N) what he really felt for her before it was too late.

Prentiss knew Spencer was in love with (Y/N), though he had denied it every time she had confronted him about his feelings. But you can't hide those things from profilers. Less from profilers who are also your best friends.

Emily knew (Y/N) loved him too, and it was nerve-wracking watching them waste their time and neither of them doing anything to be together.

Maybe the fact (Y/N) was getting someone else's attention would make Spencer react. If not, well, maybe (Y/N) would get a chance to be happy with the club's hot guy.

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The hot guy from the bar had a name. It was Benjamin, and he took (Y/N) our for dinner that night. He had been lovely and charming, just like he had been when they met at the club. So sweet and charming, in fact, (Y/N) felt he might be the one who could take Spencer from her heart. That's why, when he asked her out again later that week, she accepted.

- "Oh my god!"- JJ walked to (Y/N) in shock- "Who sent you these?"- there was a gigantic bouquet of red roses on (Y/N) 's desk, and the owner was staring at them, absolutely blushed. In three years, no one had sent her flowers. It was impossible not to feel special.

- "Benjamin"- (Y/N) whispered and opened the card that came with the roses- "He asked me out, again."

- "You know, red roses are the most common flower to give to a woman."- Spencer had made his best to stay out of that conversation and every conversation related to Benjamin in the last week and a half. But he couldn't do it anymore.

He was done.

- "Worldwide, everybody gives red roses to say "I love you," turning a beautiful flower into a sad and empty cliché."- Spencer stood up from his desk and walked over (Y/N) and JJ, staring at the bouquet.

- "Sad and empty?"- (Y/N) stood up and crossed her arms on her chest, defensive- "Why would you say that?"

- "When everybody does it, the gesture might turn into something meaningless. A banality."

JJ looked at Spencer and at (Y/N). Since Benjamin was in the picture, it was clear their friendship was in trouble. Reid was more distant and (Y/N) was focused on her date. You didn't need to be a profiler to see what was going on, and JJ knew the wise thing to do was to take a step back and leave the two of them to fix their problems on their own.

Something JJ knew was never going to happen, 'cos Reid would be passive-aggressive and (Y/N) would get annoyed and leave.

- "Why are you so bitter today, Spencer? It's just flowers?"- (Y/N) asked him and raised an eyebrow. Reid mimicked her movement and crossed his arms on his chest as well.

- "I'm not bitter, (Y/N). I'm just telling you this gesture of love that's melting your heart is nothing but a cheap way to get under your skirt."

Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ wide opened their eyes at Spencer's words. But (Y/N) didn't even flinch.

- "And since when do you care if someone is trying to get under my skirt?"- she asked, staring into Reid's eyes.

- "I don't."

- "Then why are you telling me this?"

- "I just thought you were smarter than this. I guess I was wrong."

You could feel the tension growing between them. And the sparks coming from (Y/N) 's eyes that were filled with anger.

Spencer regretted every word that had left his lips ever since he stood up, but he couldn't take them back. What was done was done. And so, he could feel (Y/N) 's friendship and love slipping through his fingers with every word he said.

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Later that night, Spencer couldn't sleep. It wasn't late, but he hadn't had a proper rest for weeks. Since he first heard (Y/N) was out clubbing with her friends, actually. And now that she was dating someone else, there was no way Spencer could close his eyes.

He felt awful after what he had told her, and he kept trying to come up with an idea to apologize to her. In three years, they had never fought before. Well, he had never been so jealous of anyone getting her attention in the last three years.

He couldn't shake the thought of her being on a date with Ben at that very same minute. They were together. She was laughing. And that would be enough for that guy to fall in love with her. How couldn't he? (Y/N) was perfect. Spencer knew it.

Reid paced like a lion in his apartment. He sipped his third cup of herbal tea, trying to follow (Y/N) 's advice to reduce caffeine at night in a useless effort to sleep better. But he knew coffee wasn't the reason he wasn't going to get any sleep that night. It was (Y/N). (Y/N) and all the feelings he had for her.

Why couldn't he just tell her he loved her? Why did he have to hold those feelings back for so long? Was it too late to tell her? Of course, it was! and even if (Y/N) wasn't in love with Ben, that didn't mean she'd ever love Reid. They were friends, and that was it.

The hum of his cellphone took Spencer from his thoughts. Somehow reading "we've got a case" on the screen made him feel better. At least now he had something else to think about. Reid could focus on saving lives instead of his own misery.

The case could be solved. His personal life couldn't.

Work was where Spencer could hide. It was his escape from his own problems, from his head, and his tendency to overthink everything.

Work was his refugee, his temple. A place he could even call home.

And that's why he lost it when he saw (Y/N) holding some guy's hand in the hall outside the elevator, in the BAU.

- "What are you doing?"- Reid wasn't even subtle at that point. He ignored Penelope, Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ. Needless to say, he also ignored that random man he knew was Benjamin.

- "Hi Spencer"- (Y/N) cut him a short smile and tried to act normal, but she knew it wasn't going to happen.

- "We've got a case."

- "Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Benjamin"- Ben tried to shake Reid's hand, but Spencer didn't just ignore him. The glance he gave him was so cold and annoyed, (Y/N) was embarrassed already.

- "Don't mean to be rude, but what the fuck are you doing here? Do you think you can come and visit the FBI whenever you want to?"

The whole team was silent. Spencer's words resonated through the empty halls. (Y/N) felt her heart stop and her cheeks turning red with embarrassment and anger.

- "I'm sorry,"- Ben whispered and cleared his throat- "I should go."

- "No, please."- (Y/N) held his hand tighter and turned to him, knowing Spencer was staring at every move she made.

- "You have to work. I just came to drop you off. Take care, ok?"- Ben said, smiling. (Y/N) nodded and slowly leaned in and kissed him.

Spencer's heart dropped. That was it. He couldn't deal with that anymore. Reid turned around and rushed out the hall.

What had he done? What had she done? That was it. He was screwed.

- "Spence?"- JJ found him hidden in the conference room, sitting at a chair, his head resting on the table, covered with both hands.

- "What?"- he whispered, but didn't move- "I know, I know"- he added before JJ would say anything- "I ruined it all."

- "Why don't you just tell her what you feel?"- she asked her and sat by his side. But Spencer still didn't move.

- "What for?"

- "For starters, to apologize for being a dick today."

- "It's useless, JJ."

- "Why?"- Reid sighed and turned slowly to look at his friend. JJ smiled at him kindly and shook her head- "It's not useless, Spence. She loves you."

- "She loves me as a friend."

- "No, she is in love with you. The only reason she is dating Ben is that she needs to get over you 'cos she is sure you don't love her."

Spencer looked at JJ in silence, trying to put those ideas together. But they made no sense.

- "There's no way (Y/N) loves me."

- "She does. She has been in love with you for the last three years, Spence. And if I were you, I'd apologize to her, and I'd tell her the truth."

- "She really loves me?"- Spencer whispered, and JJ nodded- "Why didn't you tell me before?"

- "I tried to tell you a million times before, you wouldn't believe me! now try to find a way to fix this before you lose her!"

Reid stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. JJ was right; he had to fix everything. He had to win (Y/N) 's love back.

But Hotch and the rest of the team walked into the conference room that minute, including (Y/N). And his plans were forced to be paused until that serial killer was caught.

That was a miserable case. Not only because the unsub was killing lonely older women, and no one noticed most of the victims because no one would visit them. Which made the trail of murders was nearly untraceable. But because Spencer and (Y/N) weren't even looking at each other during the whole time they were investigating, and to call it "awkward" was being subtle.

It was hell for both of them.

Being in the jet was torture, 'cos there was nowhere to hide from each other. When Hotch asked them to go to the last crime scene together was the worst. (Y/N) had to ask Emily to go instead 'cos she knew she couldn't deal with Spencer at that minute.

And all that time, all Reid could think about was that kiss. The image of (Y/N) kissing Ben in front of him, and the words JJ had said. That (Y/N) loved him, and that was the reason why she was doing all that.

Solving that case was more complex than he expected because he couldn't put his mind to it. All he could think of was (Y/N).

On the jet back to Quantico, Spencer sat in front of her, decided to talk to her. But she stood up and left in a second, not giving him the chance to open his mouth. JJ stared at him and cut him a short smile, trying to encourage him not to lose faith. Spencer knew (Y/N) was mad at him, and she would act her worst when she was upset. But this time, he knew he had fucked it up. There was no other way to explain it.

Saying "Sorry" wouldn't do it. Spencer would have to do better.

But how?

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(Y/N) reached her house and closed the door behind her back, still making her best not to cry. She had held those tears back for two days now since she had fought with Spencer, and she refused to weep over him anymore. It was a waste of tears.

Spencer Reid was an asshole, that was all.

All there was left to do was to forget about him. Maybe (Y/N) could text Benjamin, tell him she was already back in town, though she really didn't want to. (Y/N) wanted that night for herself, ask for pizza, watch a movie, do nothing. Maybe take a long bath. She could deal with reality in the morning. But right now, she wanted that night for herself.

Of course, she wasn't going to get it. The knocking on her door ruined her plans before she could actually ask for her pizza.

Spencer Reid was holding his breath at the other side of the door and making his best effort not to faint. That's how nervous he was. (Y/N) looked at him in shock, and for a few seconds, she forgot how mad she was with him because the way he was looking at her was heart-melting.

- "I'm sorry,"- Spencer whispered and gave her a gigantic bunch of flowers- "(Y/N), I am so sorry I was an asshole with you."

- "I don't want your flowers."- she refused to take them and took a step back into her apartment. But Spencer followed her.

- "(Y/N), I..."

- "No, you hurt me. You insulted me. You humiliated me and..."

- "And I love you"- Spencer confessed- "I love you, and I have been an insensitive asshole with you. I know you won't forgive me, but I had to try."

(Y/N) stared at him in shock. She didn't move. She didn't even blink. Spencer stared at her in silence, closing the door behind his back. At least they were now inside her apartment, and she wasn't kicking him out. He thought that was a good sign.

- "What are you talking about, Spencer?"

- "I love you. I am in love with you (Y/N). I have been in love with you for the last three years, and I kept telling myself it was useless to feel this way for you 'cos you would ever even look at me that way. But now that you've got that guy, I've realized worse than losing you for telling you my feelings is losing you over some douchebag for not telling you how I feel."

Spencer was rambling too fast, and (Y/N) was not getting what was going on.

- "So you decided to come here and tell me how you feel so I would forgive you?"- (Y/N) asked him, still mad- "'Cos telling me you love me doesn't make me feel any better, Spencer. If anything, it's making me even madder at you! What the fuck is your problem?!"- (Y/N) turned around and walked to her living room, not really knowing what to do.

- "What?"- Spencer asked, confused, following her around.

- "I've been fucking in love with you for years! and you waited till now to tell me how you feel?"

- "I never thought you'd like me!"

- "I don't like you! I fucking love you, Spencer!"

- "I love you too (Y/N)!"

There was a deep silence in the room. (Y/N) and Spencer stared at each other, neither of them knowing what to do. They were in love. Literally, madly in love.

- "I love you, (Y/N)"- Spencer repeated and took a step closer to her.

- "I know, I heard you"- she whispered, confused. She was so upset and so happy at the same time. She had no idea what she was doing.

Reid didn't know what to do either, how to act, or how to fix things. The only thing he could think of doing was simple: to kiss her. Reid took another step closer to her, and she didn't move away. So he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tight.

- "I love you, (Y/N)"- he repeated for the third time and kissed her with such passion, yet love, (Y/N) 's knees nearly betrayed her. Her head was spinning. Her body was shaking. She was in love, and the man of her dreams was finally kissing her.

Spencer was finally touching her, holding her, kissing her. After three years.

- "You said roses were sad and empty,"- (Y/N) whispered and looked at the bouquet Reid was still holding.

- "I said a lot of things I regret,"- he whispered and kissed her again. This time, less urgently and more sweetly, savoring her little by little- "And these are special flowers."

- "Care to explain?"- (Y/N) murmured and sighed. Spencer nodded and handed her the flowers again, smiling childishly.

- "Purple roses are not nearly as common as red or white roses are. And that's why they indicate a fascination and adoration."- of course, Spencer Reid had a real explanation for picking those flowers.

- "Purple roses are associated with royalty, and they were often given to queens. That's why it's the only flower I could give to you. You are my queen. You have always been, and I've been a stupid blind man not to see it before."

(Y/N) bit her lips and stared at him, not knowing what to say. Spencer sheepishly smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her. But she stopped him.

- "You were an asshole."

- "I know, I'm sorry"- he whispered, honestly sorry- "I'll live the rest of my life making sure you'll forgive me."

- "You won't get tired of me?"

- "Never"- he whispered and leaned over her- "I've been in love with you forever, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you."

- "Sounds like a lot of time, Spencer."

- "We've waited three years already (Y/N). I'm not wasting any more time."- Spencer Walter Reid held (Y/N) and kissed her. He knew he had wasted three years, but he was willing to do anything and everything he could to make it up for her. All he wanted now was to make her happy every day.

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