#one down 17 to go

[theosconfessions]

Love is Embarrassing

Ep 1-House 1- Elia

@fl0pera

elia was the first one i plopped into the house with Scar and after his interactions with her i was like mmm not so much a lone wolf. like he would not stop talking to her. she can be a bit of a egotistical bitch and was fishing for compliments almost right away but our boy over here..gave them to her.indulged her..and thus their friendship bar shot as high as ive seen in my history of doing these things as fast as ive seen in my history of doing these things. they were quickly like this *crosses fingers* that and there was instant attraction. i think whatever scar has in her whether its her kline genes or what..he eased up around her right away... and she made things easy?? it cant be said for how elia felt when the house started to fill up though. panic mode. overall such a good vibe these two had.

[emo-batboy]

Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

[puppyeared]

axolotl

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[profounddestinyrebel]

Pretty much my ideal dcxdp coexisting world

Danny had all his canon happen before Bruce and the JL started their vigilante careers

Before Bruce was born or Martha and Thomas even got married

Phantom Planet never happened and the world never realized that they were almost dead in the first place (I apologize for mentioning it)

Danny retires after blowing up the portal and designing a new system of gov for the Infinite Realms (why the hell is that a monarchy anyway? Fighting being a way of communicating AND the way of determining a ruler does not make sense so I'll choose the better one)

Danny still visits the Infinite Realms but mostly lives his life

He still has interesting things happen to him but more because he apparently has a curse placed on him than anything else 'may you live in interesting times'

Danny manipulates the curse by getting into situations on purpose and then resolving them without getting attention drawn to his civilian id and normal life

He keeps track of immortals and big names that deal with death magic so as to lower the chances of being summoned

The more powerful the Realm Being the more powerful the summoner has to be to summon them and with how powerful Danny is there aren't many he has to keep an eye on

Ra's has been losing Lazarus water at a steady rate for over a decade but only now has it become a noticeable loss. The day the that he notices is a Very Bad Day for the League of Assassins (the day Danny lets himself get caught satisfies his curse for 2 whole months)

Danny hasn't aged much at all since he left Amity at 17. He's still short but mimics the effects of age with stage makeup and other tools used by actors to look older they actually are. This is how he meets a certain Alfred P. who remains a good friend even though they never really meet in person.

His parents blow themselves up and wipe their house off the map when tinkering with a device designed to lure realm beings to them. Danny isn't really sorry they're gone. He finds out after leaving Amity that he wasn't really their kid and he wasn't even adopted. They made him in their lab while distracted from their obsession with ghosts then completely forgot they had done so when they refocused on ghosts. His growth chamber (terrible name) was coated in ecto which allowed the device to reactivate and allow Danny to finish incubating into a toddler then (suspicious) it mysteriously popped him out before his the fentons noticed the growth chambers success.

His parents never took any notes on the clone experiment out of the house due to it being a (perceived) failure. After going back to their ghost obsession they completely forgot about it so no one knows. Jazz only found after Danny told her and he only found out after growing older and continuing to look less and less like either of his parents.

Danny finds the notes and that's what inspires him to leave Amity, to start looking for his bio parent. The Fenton's had no clue that the clone they grew was Danny. They dismantled the growth chamber when Danny was four (actually two) and never realized that the toddler they adopted was the clone of wonder woman they made. They never said anything to anyone about Danny being adopted so Vlad has no idea that Danny isn't Maddie's child.

Vlad starts to age drastically after the portals are destroyed and Danny figures out that Vlad isn't a halfa after all. He's just a normal ghost who can prey on people like spectra but with an obsession directed at Maddie originally and then Danny. Afterwards Vlad gets shunted off into Walker's prison because of all the toxic and human crimes he's committed among them brainwashing, mind control and mind wiping various wealthy and not so wealthy individuals into giving Vlad their money and companies.

Ellie has to explore the Infinite Realms (literally Infinite though so she's not confined) only because she can't really produce her own ecto. She has to absorb it from her surroundings so she can wander safely all over the Infinite Realms (so long as she calls for help when she gets in over her head) but not the human realms unless she takes a buddy who can produce a steady stream of ecto for her.

Vlad makes Danny his heir so now he's rich enough to travel even after giving all the people Vlad stole from their money back. It turns out that Vlad was good with making more money once he had it.

just Danny being a crptoid for the entire magical community and them being unable to talk about it if they even know of him

while danny runs a NASA and space account where he talks about NASA's recent achievements, newly discovered stars, planets and new alien races that Earth has been in contact with

[mod-jazzy]

It’s that time of year

Birth .

Now I gotta update all my socials to be 26 now wrow

[nerosdayinanime]

drawing my au sabitos- this ones swap au :)

I only really have 1 full scene for this au- and it started from me thinking him & Shinjuro both being depressed drinking buddies, lamenting about their deceased dark-haired beauties

When Sabito became a pillar he turned the water estate into a sort of training hub for all breath of water users, to try and help more people to mastery. He pretty regularly spars with people in his downtime, makes comments and tries coaching people from the sidelines very often

Most people are kinda weirded out by him- hes aggressive and stern, very snarky, but he never takes off the mask and it makes him look perpetually sad- sometimes he has this air of melancholy around him, listless, the mask fits in better when hes in those moods. But aside that hes usually very kind and genuinely tries to look out for the skayers under his roof, very hospitable as long as they stay out his shit.

So hes very well received, but no one has seen his face- ever. They have all kinds of rumors and theories about why he wears it, what his face looks like, what the mask is even supposed to mean. Some of the more daring(/disrespectful/immature) inahbitants try to sneak a look in the mornings before he puts it on- but he's always wide awake, sightless blue eyes of the mask staring them down from an inch away the moment they open it

Anyways, one day he's out in the yard sparring with a higher ranked slayer in front of a group doing their own training and whatnot too- theyre both intensely into it, movements hard to keep track of and training swords clashing so loud it echos in the area. The slayer accidentally aims at his mask, the mood changes with a sudden pressure in the air when Sabito deflects the swing and reaches towards them in a flash- a harsh grip in their hair and yanking them so theyre centimeters from his face

"Don't touch the fucking mask."

Everyone drops dead silent at the utter malice dripping through his tone, a moment passes as Sabito realizes what he did and lets go of their hair. He gently ruffles it and straightens his back instead of posturing over them

"I deeply apologize. ...I think i should call it a day." he says in an uncharictaristically quiet voice before putting his training sword up and going to his room

NO ONE bothers him for the rest of the day, or the day after, they give him plenty of space and try their best not to prod at him or tick him off like they usually do- the slayer who was sparring w him was scared shitless and tries their damndest to stay out of his way and not piss him off again. They've never seen him genuinely angry like that- he gets pissed off and annoyed plenty, daily even, but that sudden cold fury over the near hit of his mask was terrifying to witness.

[werewolves-are-real]

See my problem. Is that I would LIKE to meet people, either to get a partner or even, like, friends. But I do not have a car, and would need to walk 2+ miles to any mildly-public area (and even that would be like... a library or something). Which is hard when I am already constantly exhausted/in pain.

And then I try to imagine explaining that yeah my main hobby is writing about fictional relationships & obsessing over the original Star Trek. My second hobby is video-games, sorry if you were deceived by the fact I'm skinny & wear dresses, I'm just a nerd.

And yeah also I have nosy pet parakeets you gotta just deal with. And yeah I'm converting to Judaism (hopefully soon) so my Saturdays aren't free (so fun right now, especially, btw!)

And then I decide taking a nap sounds better, actually. And I look online and see stuff about how you gotta get out and meet people!! :) Here are some ideas for how to do that (all assuming you have a fucking car and, idk, money?? and also pre-existing friends?) and then I just feel mildly homicidal.

Anyway I'm turning 29 next week and when I am 30 people will be officially wondering what is Wrong With Me That I'm Alone, I think. Exciting 🙃

[arts-i-enjoy]

AHHHHHH

[potential-fate]

my struggle with my computer continues.

the main struggle being "I don't know what the issue is and therefore it makes it very hard to try to fix."

[youssefguedira]

Yusuf is there when Nicolò enters the old temple, not a vision of him, no portal behind him that will take him somewhere Nicolò cannot follow yet again before he has the chance to reach him, just Yusuf. He's alone, his head tilted upwards and eyes closed, illuminated by the shafts of sunlight that fall through the cracked ceiling. The sight of him - here and safe and whole, finally, after everything Nicolo's fought through to reach him - takes his breath away.

"Nico," Yusuf says, and opens his eyes to look at him. He smiles, and he's still Nicolò’s Yusuf, even after everything that's happened.

Nicolò can't wait another second, then, sheaths his sword at his back and walks up the stone steps towards him. Yusuf's smile widens, and then he's stepping into Nicolò's already open arms, laughing. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," Nicolò says. He kisses Yusuf's temple, holds him close. "So much, Yusuf, you have no idea-"

Yusuf leans back, cupping Nicolò's face in one hand. "I know. It's okay. I'm here."

But Nicolò knows him well enough to know something's wrong. "What is it?"

"It's not over, yet." Yusuf steps out of Nicolò's arms and back a few steps, leaving him cold. "There's so much more you don't know yet, but we're running out of time. He will return, soon, and we're not ready."

"Tell me what I need to do," Nicolò says immediately. He can't bear the idea of Yusuf disappearing again, not now when he's finally here, when every other time Nicolò has tried to reach him he's been a second too late. "Anything, and I'll do it, whatever it is. Just tell me what you need."

Yusuf smiles again, sad. "It's not you, Nico. We need more time. And I can buy it, but-" He cuts himself off.

"Then I'll help you."

Yusuf shakes his head. "You don't understand. For this to work, I need to reform the seal, and I can only do that by" - there are tears in his eyes, now, and dread running down Nicolò's spine - "by sealing myself away along with it."

Nicolò realises just a moment too late what that means. "Yusuf-"

"If I seal myself here, in the past," Yusuf continues, "when you return to our time, it will be just strong enough to hold. You will have the time you need to finish this. And once all this is over, the seal can be broken in our time."

"I can't," Nicolò says. "There has to be another way. This can't be it."

"It's the only choice we have," Yusuf says. "I cannot - this was always my path, Nicolò."

She's manipulating you, Andromache had said, the goddess. She's using Yusuf to make you do what she wants, can't you see? If Nicolò hadn't understood then, he does now - neither of them ever had a choice in this. Yusuf was chosen because Nicolò would follow him anywhere, and Nicolò was chosen for the same reason.

Nicolò realises something else then. "If you seal yourself here, you'll be trapped for thousands of years."

"I'll be asleep," Yusuf says, soft. "It'll be like the blink of an eye. So when this is all over, you'll have to come wake me up." He smiles, then, even through his tears. "Just like old times, no?"

And before Nicolò can say anything else, the air around him begins to glow gold, condensing around Yusuf, who tilts his head back and closes his eyes, and Nicolò cannot move, frozen in place by something beyond his control. All he can do is watch as the light gathers around Yusuf, blindingly bright, until Nicolò cannot see him anymore. Whatever's holding him releases, and he runs towards Yusuf even though the light hurts his eyes, and just as he reaches out the light fades.

Before him is what looks like a crystal, tinged orange, clear enough that he can see Yusuf inside, his eyes closed. He looks like he's just sleeping, like this is one of the mornings Nicolò had had to wake him but had paused for a moment just to watch him.

Nicolò lifts his hand to the crystal. It's freezing cold when he touches it. Yet again, he's too late.

"I'll come back for you," he tells Yusuf, even though he knows Yusuf can't hear him. "I swear it. I'll finish this, and I'll come back for you." His voice is trembling, but he can't let himself break down now, not when there's still work to be done. The faster he finishes his task, the sooner he can wake Yusuf.

(Nile is the first to ask when he returns through the gate, waiting for him with Andy, Quynh and Sebastien nearby. "Where's Yusuf?" she asks, looking behind him - the plan had always been that Nicolò would bring Yusuf back with him, after all.

Nicolò can't bring himself to say it out loud.)

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It feels like an age before Nicolò returns to the temple, now in the present. It's over, finally - the five of them have sealed the demon king away for good. The others are outside.

The crystal is overgrown with vines, now, just like their old favourite meeting place on the island where all of this had started. Its surface is scratched and clouded with age, but Nicolò can still make out Yusuf inside it, looking exactly as he had when Nicolò left him in the past. He hates to think of the crystal here, alone, for so much time.

There's a glowing mark on the crystal's surface that hadn't been there before. Nicolò approaches it carefully and places his hand over the mark.

Almost immediately, glowing cracks begin to grow from where his hand touches the crystal, spreading across the whole thing until it's glowing as brightly as it had when it was formed, but he can't look away. When the light dies down, Yusuf hovers in the air for just a moment before whatever spell had held him there finally breaks, and he collapses, but Nicolò is there to catch him, sinking to his knees and cradling him close. He doesn't move for a moment, and Nicolò is terrified, because what if something had gone wrong-

Yusuf gasps awake, his eyes fluttering open. He looks around frantically before catching sight of Nicolò above him, who nearly sobs with relief, holding him impossibly closer.

"Nicolò?" Yusuf whispers, his voice hoarse. Nicolò nods, unable to speak just yet, blinking back his tears and brushing Yusuf's curls away from where they've fallen into his eyes.

Then Yusuf asks, "Did I oversleep?" and Nicolò has to laugh even though it comes out sounding more like a sob, kisses his forehead and smiles. "It's over, then?"

"It's over," Nicolò confirms, and then, "I love you."

Yusuf sits up and wraps his arms around Nicolò's neck, buries his face in Nicolò's shoulder and holds on tightly. "I love you too."

(When they return, Nile is the first to them, hugs Yusuf so tightly he laughs, and then it's Sebastien's turn, then Andromache and Quynh both.

They choose to stay on the surface, all six of them. And neither Yusuf or Nicolò are the same people anymore - sometimes Nicolò wakes screaming, sometimes Yusuf gets a distant look in his eyes and it takes a worryingly long time for him to come back to himself. Sometimes there are things Yusuf still can't tell Nicolò, and vice versa.

They make it work, though. They find a quiet place in the woods, far away from the temple and any danger, and they're safe, and happy, and together.

It's all Nicolò's ever wanted, really.)

[mewtwo24]

You know reading vol 5 of mdzs before all the rest (don't ask me why I'm a clown and there were Circumstances) has to be the craziest experience of my life. Because it took all of ten minutes of wwx talking to literally hit me so hard in the gut I had to sit down and listen to really loud music for a while to calm down.

Who needs therapy when mxtx is alive and writing, I guess????? 🤡

Can't wait to get to the actual tragic parts I just know I'm gonna be that "help" frog phone meme

[fragglez]

things proffesionals at the sexology-clinic denmark have told me when I wanted to start on hrt: (i was 13-16)

have you considered that maybe you're just a masculine lesbian and not transgender (because clearly you can't be both at the same time /sarcasm)

have you had sex before? no? maybe try having sex and then come back again (I am 13 years old..)

do you want to kill yourself? no? then do you really need to start hrt

are you into girls or boys... no one? well but uhh if you had to choose tho (sorry aromantic is not an option!)

how many partners have you had (because that matters for some reason)

tell me, a stranger you met five minutes ago, and with your parents sitting right next to you, explain everything you don't like about your body... in details please

are you autistic (whoops guess autistic people can't be trans sorry)

tell me what did you wear as a child when your parents were buying you clothed and still dressed you (if you answer clothes for your agab then wrong answer! sorry! you're not trans)

you're a teenager! stop worrying about this go to parties and have sex and then you'll be more sure about who you are

some "trans" person in england changed their mind and sued their clinic (that is not my problem why are you telling me this)

what clothes do you like to wear (maybe take a look at me and see what i am wearing)

come back when you're 18 there's too many trans people so we don't really want to help any of you sorry

[hoperays-song]

If Johnny had Come Out when he was younger.

*Johnny and Marcus sitting at the kitchen table, Johnny doing his homework while Marcus helps.*

12 year old Johnny, suddenly: Hey dad, what if I don’t like... girls?

Marcus: *freezes*

Marcus:

Marcus: *folds up a finger and quickly leaves the room*

Marcus: *comes back seconds later dragging Barry with him*

Marcus: *throws Barry in a chair and leaves*

Barry, very confused and annoyed to be interrupted from his book: ...Why am I here? Surely your dad can handle parenting his own kid-

Johnny: Uncle Barry, what if I don’t like girls?

Barry, a bisexual: Ah, makes sense now. *rubs eyes tiredly* Why would you be wondering about that?

Johnny: Well, there’s this boy in my class and *starts to ramble*

Barry: *sighs*

[eccentriccryptid]

Trying to buy a ticket to something and the fees are half the ticket price should be illegal

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 17

“Can you come pick me up?”

Sensory overload | Feeling like someone’s watching | Bad luck

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist 

~860 words

CW: panic attack/meltdown, alcohol, noncon drugging, kidnapping, implied future torture

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“AUGH, sorry! Bad luck, man!”

Agent looked down at the bright red spill running down their sparkly golden shirt.  Then at the person who spilled it on them. The smell was awful, the scent of… alcohol? Burning their nostrils.

“Uh!… it’s alright!”

The music around the club pounded into their ears, exacerbating the headache already spiking through their head. Why didn’t they listen about wearing the earplugs?

“SORRY?”

“It’s okay!”

It was not okay. Agent was already swaying dizzily from hours of lights flashing in their face and sounds and dancing and energy. And now this. They wanted to crawl up into a little ball and die.

But they had a job to do. They could pass out later.

The person leaned in and pulled Agent closer, their breath tickling the shell of Agent’s ear. No, no, stop, too much.

“CAN I DO SOMETHING TO HELP?!” Agent could feel their eardrums buzzing painfully. Too much too much. 

“NO! No, no, it’s fine! I promise! Was leaving soon anyway!”

“OH! CAN I AT LEAST BUY YOU A DRINK THEN?! TO SAY SORRY! ALSO BECAUSE YOU’RE CUTE!!” The person was fully leaning on Agent’s shoulder now, and the smell of alcohol permeating from them managed to overpower even the pungent mess on Agent’s shirt. Agent’s elbows retracted as far into their sides as they could physically go, fingers clutching at their thighs. Too, too, too way too much.

“NO, THANK YOU, I’M TAKEN!”

“OH! OKAY, JUST HAD TO SHOOT MY SHOT! BYEEEEEE~!!”

The person danced away as if they hadn’t just compromised the entire mission. And left Agent trembling in their skin. Another spotlight blasted them straight in the face.

“Agent!” A voice crackled in through the small device hidden in their ear, and Agent flinched, getting halfway to the fetal position and clutching at their hair before they managed to stop themself. “Target just entered the club. You know the drill, standard tradeoff interception, get the drive, easy peasy.”

“Comm, can you come pick me up?!” They whipped around, suddenly feeling eyes watching them wherever they went. The only person they recognized at all was the person who just spilled their drink on them, still dancing loosely halfway across the club. And why was the floor tilting?

“...Did– Did you just ask me to pick you up? This isn't junior prom, agent. This is a very time-sensitive field assignment.”

“I– I– I– S-someone spilled something on my shirt, and it burns but it’s cold and wet, and– and all the lights and the sound and the touching and I think someone’s onto me, I’m paranoid, there’s no way I’ll be believable, I can’t do this. Can someone else do the interception, please Comm?”

“... Look, Agent, I would, but you’re the only–”

Agent fumbled their balance and tipped forward, right into the back of yet another person. They turned around angrily, only to melt into a confused worry when they saw the ghost-white complexion and glazed-over eyes of Agent half doubled over before them. They grabbed Agent by the shoulders and straightened them up. nononoNONONO TOUCH BAD TOO LOUD TOO MUCH STOPSTOPSTOP.

“YOU OKAY, MAN?”

Agent flinched violently away from them, only to be grabbed once more by someone behind them. They wouldn’t let go. Agents squeezed their eyes shut as tight as possible and caved in on themself. A hand came up to their ear and expertly pulled out the comm, but they couldn’t breathe, their brain was full of angry bees, everything please stop.

There was some indiscernible shouting over their shoulder, something to the tune of “SORRY, I GOT ‘EM, THEY’RE MY FRIEND!” and “OH OKAY, STAY SAFE!” before Agent was being led through the crowd of people, pressed up against someone whose fingers dug into their arm. Nononono stop touch notouchNOTOUCH–

That wasn’t right. They–... They didn’t have any backup on this mission… 

They wrenched their head up just enough so that their eyes could focus on whoever it was that was quickly leading them to a quieter, unpopulated space, and they saw… the ass who spilled the drink on them. 

They smiled. Then pressed Agent’s wet shirt up over their mouth and forced them to breathe in something that was so much stronger than alcohol. Their fuzzy head lolled into the crook of their aggressor's shoulder. They couldn’t stop walking.

“Sorry, agent.” The person whispered in their ear. “But I have interests that need that handoff not to happen, and some fetters at home with your name on them. So just come along before your friends realize what’s up.”

Agent finally managed to put up a struggle, elbowing their aggressor in the ribs and trying to dive away. 

They ended up face-up on the concrete, the person’s unamused face blotting out the stars. They pulled Agent's shirt up over their nose again. Agent swatted at them clumsily, but it didn't even seem to phase them. It burned, it burned, they couldn’t think, they couldn’t breathe their body was buzzing everything was buzzing and they still had a mission to finish but they were ABOUT TO DIE LITERALLY DIE ACTUALLY GET TORTURED AND DIE WHERE WAS COMM PLEASE HELP THEY COULDN’T DO ANYTHING ONLY DIE ONLY BUZZ ONLY BUZZ ONLY BURN COMM HELP HELP–

Then nothing.

@whumptember