#scenarioes

[imagineanime2022]

Ciel Phantomhive With An S/O Who Plays Russian Roulette

Aged up!Ciel Phantomhive X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Ciel with a gn s/o who plays Russian roulette

Warning: Guns, Illusions to shooting and killing, russian roulette, Ciel aged up.

Let's be honest, the first time that you mentioned this when he asked about a new game to play he was horrified, he doesn’t know how you even found out about that game, especially because the only reason that he knew about it was because of his work for the queen. He hates that you think the game is worth the time of day and never agrees to play it with you. The day that you made it important to an investigation that he was doing drove him insane, he wanted to stop the game from the moment that it started honestly his heart was beating out of his chest. He gave Sebastian one order “if it looks like she’s in trouble or this game is going to get her killed you get they’re out of there.” “What about the investigation?” “To hell with the investigation!”

You sat opposite the supposed accomplice's fingers drumming on the table, you were apparently the type that this pair looked for when they were deciding on a victim “you're here alone?” The man in front of you asked. “Is that a problem, I don’t have any other friends that would have been interested in this.” You explained feigning innocence. “Really? Sounds like you might be lost.” He smirked and you nodded. “You think?” You asked. “Here let me explain and then you can tell me if you want to play?” He asked. “O-okay,” You answered, faking fear as you did. “Have you ever heard of the game russian roulette.” He asked. “No… Is it fun?” You asked. “Really fun.” He answered. “All we need is a gun.” “Gun!?” You asked. “Don’t worry, there’s only one bullet in the chamber, we spin the cylinder like this.” He placed the bullet in the gun and spun the cylinder and you looked at him and nodded “and then you hold the gun to your head and pull the trigger.” He held the gun up and the small click that signalled an empty chamber. “If you play and win, then you can have anything that you want but if you lose well, you’ll die.” “Anything I want?” You asked. “So I can save my family's company.” You hadn’t expected to have to make up a prize, you just hoped the partner doesn’t look it up. He nodded and you swallowed like you were nervous “then I will play.”

Ciel was sitting in an abandoned building across the way, it had a good view of you and the man as you talked, Sebastian was looking for the partner who shouldn’t have been too far, he was the one who gave you the invite to this building. “Hurry up.” He mumbled to himself, he hated that you were this close to anyone dangerous but he hated the game that you were so willing to play, he was counting the amount of times that you picked up the gun there was only two chambers left in the gun and that was when he saw you move the gun from your head and point it at the man across the room “Sebastian abandon your search and get to (Y/N) now!” Ciel ordered even if the butler wasn’t in the room he knew that the order would be heeded.

“Please do not tell me that you are surprised by this?” You pleaded, “I wasn’t acting very well.” “You were different then the girls that come here, some of them are more willing then others but it usually takes some convincing.” He smirked. “You know your partner is probably caught by now. What are you doing all of this for?” You asked. “What are we doing this for?” He asked, putting his hands in his packets. “Well what makes you think that there’s a reason?” He stepped forward. “Careful, I’m sure you know that all I have to do is pull the trigger and you’ll be dead.” You reminded him and he smirked. “The bullets in the next chamber over, I was the one who put it in, I spun the cylinder, you know I spin it a certain way, the game was rigged from the start.” He explained. “Really… Are you sure? Maybe I pulled the trigger before pointing it at you.” You shrugged. “You aren’t close enough to see so are you willing to risk your life when it’s actually in danger.” “It’s really not in danger.” He smirked and you shrugged. “Fine.” You lifted your hand and spun the cylinder and then pointed the gun at him again. “What about now?” He grit his teeth before he straightened up and relaxed, you seem to have forgotten that I’m not here alone. There was a sound behind you before and then the sound of someone getting knocked out. “Are you finished playing with him Miss (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked and you sighed. “Yes… He’s unlikely to be any fun now that he’s not winning.” You shrugged putting the gun on the table as Sebastian dealt with the man in front of you.

Ciel was waiting for you with the detectives from Scotland Yard “are you okay!?” He asked. “I’m fine.” You answered as he turned your face looking you over, in the years Ciel had gotten much taller and often used that to his advantage even if he didn’t realise it. “I told you not to do anything stupid.” He glared down at you and you rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t stupid, I knew that you’d have Sebastian come and find me, I needed to buy time.” You explained. “You are never playing that game again,” He informed you, causing you to raise an eyebrow. “We’ll talk about that later.” You said “but right now we need to finish up this investigation right?” “The detectives will take it from here.” Ciel waved off your suggestion and pulled you back to his carriage “they know where to find us if they need us.” “So we’re going home?” You asked. “Yes, we’re going home.” He confirmed as Sebastian closed the door for you all and you set off.

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[wirefoxedterrier]

Btw, non UK users here, would be genuinely super helpful if you could boost posts relating to the far right violence happening and also counter protests. A lot of UK users don’t really follow each other, and also it just helps to increase the chance of people who could go to counter protests seeing posts about what’s happening when. I know posts about our politics; and non USAmerican politics really; don’t get a lot of traction on here, but like despite the UScentrism of the English speaking user base it’s really helpful and beneficial to share these things. The situation is likely downright horrifying to those being targeted right now and it really should be a priority for us to go out and counter this to the best of our abilities

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

[thatrandomblogsays]

Low key want Aegon and larys and Helaena and Alicent to all run away to Essos purely so this can happen

[moonymirah]

there’s a little boy staring up at you.

he has a dull expression but he seems entirely content and occupied sucking on a lolly while a tiny hand of his is buried inside his father’s big one.

“megumi. greet her.”

you take in toji’s stern but soft voice and smile at the child as he continues to stay still. megumi lets the air linger for a couple seconds before he decides to bring the candy out of his mouth.

“hello.”

waiting for a few more seconds it struck you that that was all he was planning to say. but it was ok. he just seemed to be a boy of few words.

“oh, hi. it’s so nice to meet you.” you’d hoped the expression on your face reassured him that he had no reason to worry as you noticed his hand grip tighter against toji’s.

a simple nod was all you got before you heard toji speak up.

“i know this is a first date but i wanted to introduce you to him.”

his words were simple and clear.

your heart could only throb as you took in the sight before you; a little boy who was stuck to his fathers’s side, a hint of wariness in his eyes before he quickly averted his gaze.

this must be new to him and you internally winced at the thought of him thinking you were trying to take his father away from him.

but you greatly respected toji for bringing along his child — it was a straightforward and easy move to show you how important megumi was to him.

“and i’m happy you did. i’m looking forward to getting to know you better. the both of you.”

the slight small raise in the younger boy’s eyebrow only had you widening your smile before you caught him stare for a little longer than before; a tint of pink appearing on his cheeks.

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[shizuart]

[a-method-in-it]

You know that Chris Fleming line that goes "Call yourself a community organizer even though you're not on speaking terms with your roommates"?

I honestly think every leftist who talks about the "revolution" like Christians talk about the rapture needs to spend a year trying to organize their workplace. Anyone who sincerely talks about building a movement so vast and all-encompassing that it overwhelms all existing power structures needs the dose of humility that comes with realizing they can't even build a movement to get people paid better at a badly run AMC Theaters where everyone already hates the manager.

[angelgigisworld]

[must-be-mr-boggins]

Taking a 5-second break from the Bagginshield angst to bring you this meme I created after an all-nighter, enjoy.

[imagineanime2022]

Taiga With An S/O With Clinical Depression

Taiga Kagami X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello! May I request Kagami from Kuroko's basketball with a reader that has clinical depression? General headcannons is alright or a script fic.

Warning: Clinical depression and it's symptoms, someone writing about clinical depression that doesn't have clinical depression

🍟 So Kagami is a pretty honest guy so somewhere towards the beginning of the relationship you both had a talk about any problems that you might have and what you needed the other to do in response. 🍟 Trust me when I say he does not judge you, he never has and never will, he knows all too well what it’s like to be judged for something that you can’t control. 🍟 If you're going through a time of sadness or emptiness he’ll often just make sure that he’s there, he will wait for you to seek out the physical contact or conversation but he’ll definitely be there in the room. 🍟 If your doing something that for some reason makes you angry, he’ll take over, he’ll just lift you onto the counter and sit you there tell you to tell him what to do, he won’t ever stop you from getting involved again but he hopes that his help will take some of the stress away from whatever task you were attempting to do. 🍟 I’m going to be honest if you struggle with sleep he’s not actually going to notice until a couple of days in when you seem unbelievably tired, he’s too much of a heavy sleeper to notice you getting out of bed or traipsing around during the night. 🍟 That being said, once he does notice he’ll try to help you get some sleep, whether that means laying down with you on the sofa, or just sitting and watching something until your eyes fall closed. 🍟 Kagami is going to struggle with eating habits if that is one of your symptoms. If you have reduced eating habits because of your ailment then he’s likely to just eat what you haven’t and if you have an increased eating habit he’s going to just encourage it because all he ever wants to do is eat. This is something that goes right over his head if you don’t tell him. 🍟 He’s going to notice anxiety of restlessness the moment that it strikes you but he doesn’t like to feel like he’s overbearing so he waits to see if you ask for help, if not he might ask you but you’ll have to tell him if you really want him to help, in his younger years barrling in got him in trouble so he more careful now. 🍟 He tries to keep you in the present, he’ll never let you dwell on past mistakes, he knows where that leads and he won’t have you going down that road. 🍟 He’ll remind you to set reminders on your phone for things because he knows when it comes down to it neither of you are going to remember whatever it is. You both realised very quickly that it didn't work so instead you got a physical calendar for events and a whiteboard for lists of things that you needed. 🍟 It helped him a ton too, he was always bad at remembering events or meetups that he had planned, until Kuroko was knocking on the door. 🍟 If body pain was something that you experience he was not opposed to carrying you places or giving you massages, he even went as far as getting muscle rubs and ointments to help you.

🍟 If you're someone who goes to the gym to help, he’s definitely going with you, it will become a couples activity and he’s definitely bench pressed you a couple of times just to see you laugh. 🍟 Encourages any self help methods that you have and even gives you time to carry them out if you need his help he’s more than happy to help you. 🍟 I wouldn’t put it past Taiga to have been put into some kind of therapy himself but he was probably the type to say it never worked until he was in it. But again he would never tell you that anything you were doing for yourself was not worth it, he’d actually pay for a private therapist for you if you were serious about it. 🍟 If you are on medication he’ll make sure that it’s written somewhere so you both remember that you need to take, checks in to make sure that you’ve taken it and keeps an eye on you to make sure that it’s not pushing you too far in one direction or simply not working at all/losing effectiveness. 🍟 Biggest support pillar if you ever come off of medication, also tells that there’s no shame in admitting that you might need to go back on it if you feel like you aren’t coping. All in all Taiga is the type of partner to be there for you, he is not pushy and he doesn’t demand anything from you. He’ll be there for whatever you need and he’ll keep you present.

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[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[largishcat]

it just so hard scaremongering to the modern peasant class 💀

[weatherbane]

halsin: -mermaid hair flip- everyone else: pathetic bleating

[morningsaidthemoon]

daydreaming..!

Also:

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[luveline]

hotch's little sister x spencer perhaps?

—Hotch’s sister graduates college, and Spencer is immediately smitten. fem, 1.6k

“She’s pregnant.” Emily shakes her bag of chips around. “But it’s not his baby.” 

Spencer frowns down at his sandwich. Rye bread is hard to cut, and the plastic knife isn’t putting up a good fight. “That’s awful,” he says. “He must be heartbroken.” 

“He’s distraught. Now he can’t decide if he wants to stay and raise the new baby with their first, or leave her and have split custody.” 

“What channel did you say it was on?” 

“It’s on NightDrama. I’ll find out the number.” 

Emily folds the empty packet of chips into a rectangle, then that rectangle into a triangle, folding the edges inside of a fold to create a parcel perfect for flicking at him. Spencer waits for it, tensing, but what he sees behind Emily steals his attention. 

She whips her head to follow him. 

You are, as Spencer watches you walk in, without a doubt one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. And it’s not like you’re a model, you don’t walk with any such confidence, but it strikes him immediately. You’re pretty. And he’s never seen you in the office before. 

They get visitors occasionally but the majority of people so deep into this office would've been checked at security and cleared to come up here. You hold a visitors badge in your hand, which you promptly clip onto your shirt when you see people looking at you. Your frown makes you prettier. Something about the way you stand seems familiar, but Spencer can’t put his finger on what it is. 

“Should we go help?” Emily asks. 

“Who do you think she’s for?” Spencer asks back. He’s thinking you’re here to speak to JJ. They have people like this occasionally who JJ knows from past cases, drifting in on a hope that there’s more detail to be found. 

Emily stands up from her chair. Spencer follows suit. When you see her facing toward you, some of your apprehension melts into relief. 

“Hi,” you say breathily, summoning a smile that, again, seems familiar. Not in looks, but practise, maybe. 

“Hi there, can we help? You look lost,” Emily says. 

She sounds more friendly than Spencer could’ve hoped to achieve. He doesn’t even wanna think about it, from how pretty you are he would’ve stumbled over even the most basic hello. 

“I’m here to see Aaron Hotchner. He told me his office is up the stairs, is that still one of these ones,” —you nod gently at the stairs that do, in fact, lead to his office— “or somewhere else?” 

“That’s the right one, the very first door.” 

“Okay,” you give a soft laugh. “Thank you. This place makes me nervous.” 

You leave to travel up the steps. Emily and Spencer watch without any casualness as you approach Hotch’s office door, and give a little knock. 

It’s more surprising to see it tugged open so quickly after. Hotch usually says, “Come in.” 

“Oh, you’re here,” Hotch says. It’s to Spencer’s shock and Emily’s clear joy when he leans in for a hug. The bearhug kind, no politeness or manners about their intimidating boss as his arms cross behind your shoulders and he pulls you in. “You’re late.” He squeezes you. 

You let it happen. “I hate your building.” 

“What the hell?” Emily whispers. 

“I’m so happy to see you. Come on, come in, I ordered lunch for us already.” 

Emily is shameless. She takes Spencer by the wrist and encourages him to the wall below Hotch’s office as he ushers you inside. The door remains ajar, perfect for snooping, and Spencer doesn’t know what it is but he lets Emily drag him forward anyhow. 

“If that’s his girlfriend, he should be ashamed,” Emily whispers. 

Spencer raises his brows. “Did you think that was romantic?” 

“I’ve never seen him show affection to anyone who wasn’t Haley, and when was the last time she was here?” 

Spencer tosses it around in his mind. Sure, it was quite affectionate by Hotch’s standards, but the hug was so… uncareful. He’d grabbed you and hugged you like he was gonna shake you around for fun, like a dad hugs his daughter. “How old is Hotch?” Spencer asks. 

“You don’t think that’s his secret kid.” 

“No,” Spencer says, though he sort of does. 

Emily gestures for him to hush as your laugh drifts down from the office. “You did?” you’re asking. “It’s so nice to be home.” 

“Of course I did. It’s like I promised, okay? You finished college like I asked you too, you’ve done so well, and now I’m gonna make sure you’re happy. Like I tried to do for Sean.” 

“Sean,” you sigh. “He didn’t even answer my grad card.” 

“I don’t know what to say about him, I really don’t.” 

A small pause. “Well, at least you answered.” 

“You know I would’ve come to watch you walk–”

“But you couldn’t. It’s fine, Aaron, I wasn’t really expecting you to make it.” 

“I’m sorry. Really. And I’m proud of you, after everything.”

“Thank you… The bag was better than you being there anyways. Coach?” You laugh breathily. “My friends keep asking me if you can be their big brother too.” 

Emily and Spencer turn to each other, mouths agape, Emily slapping his arm as they struggle to make no noise. Since when does Aaron have a sister? A young sister freshly graduated? 

Hotch laughs too. “Come and sit before your lunch gets cold.” 

Emily gets out her phone to text Morgan, she and Spencer pressed to the wall with their heads ducked. Hotch is a total enigma, because what the hell sort of secret is that?

When Morgan appears, it’s with all the answers. He rolls his eyes at their clear position of eavesdropping but leans against Emily’s desk to give them the information they’re craving anyways. “She’s adopted. Hotch was already in college at the time, but they’re close. They get along a lot better than Hotch does with Sean, that’s for sure.” 

“He sounds protective,” Emily says, side-eying the office. 

“Look, it’s not my business, but I just know it was bad when she was a teenager. Hotch is a drill sergeant for a reason.” Ah, Spencer thinks. The Hotchner father. 

Spencer picks at his hands. It explains the conversation he shouldn’t have been listening to, to a degree. He feels the guilt of knowing something he wasn’t meant to like a sodden weight, retreating swiftly to his desk and his forgotten sandwich.

It’s nice to hear Hotch laughing, but it’s your laugh that draws him in again while he tries so hard not to listen. It’s as attractive to Spencer as your frown had been when you walked in. He thinks about how you finished college, how you’re here, and he wonders if he’ll see more of you —how often will you come in for lunch? Spencer checks his hair in his sleeping monitor and feels like an idiot. 

“I’m sorry,” Hotch says a little while later, elbowing open the door with his back to the office, “we’ll have dinner soon, honey, I promise.” 

You reach up to give him another quick hug. “It’s fine. It’s just nice to be in the same city again.” 

Hotch guides you down to the bullpen with the same pride with which he introduced Jack. It’s unmissable, the love he has for you in just one touch against your shoulder. “Y/N,” he says, pausing at the bullpen, “Derek Morgan you’ve met. This is Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.” 

“Spencer Reid?” you ask suddenly, looking up into Hotch’s face like he’s lying, your brows pulled together in indignation, before you turn back to Spencer reverently. “You’re Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

He gets caught on his own breath. “Uh, yes?” 

“The Dr. Spencer Reid who wrote Methods of Continued Fraction Expansions?” 

Spencer feels heat like a kiss to each cheek. “Yes.” 

You turn to Hotch with a suspicious pout. “When I told you about the paper I was reading by a Dr. Reid a few months ago, you didn’t stop to think it could be your Dr. Reid? Or you just don’t like me?” 

That’s a sister’s scorn if Spencer’s ever heard it. 

“I thought you said Rain.” 

“I don’t think you did.” You turn back to Spencer. “I can’t believe it, I emailed you about Jacobi elliptical functions, you were so helpful, I owe you my degree.” You put your hand out with a beaming, beautiful smile, Spencer’s stomach totally flips. “It’s amazing to meet you in person.” 

He’s a germaphobe, he is, and that doesn’t just go away when you meet someone lovely, but he shakes your hand. You surprise him too quickly to think beyond taking your hand letting it happen. You’re, like, glowing. 

Hotch gives him a funny look. Mostly impassive, but not quite. 

Spencer abruptly lets you go. “I don’t think you would’ve needed my help to get there in the end. You clearly knew what you were doing.”  

Hotch’s eyebrows silently rise. 

You turn back to Hotch again, your smile catching. “I like your friends.” 

He smiles. “Let me walk you down to the lobby, honey.” 

You let him guide you away, giving the present members of the BAU a wave with just your fingers before you go. 

Morgan and Emily look at him heavily. “Spencer,” Emily says. “What was that?” 

He doesn’t want to say what he thinks it was, so he doesn’t. “She was nice.” 

Morgan’s laughter is immediate. Spencer has to walk off to the kitchen for a cup of tea he doesn’t drink to escape him and the connotation of his laughing. Spencer hopes he’ll see you again soon, though if he’s half a good a profiler as he thinks he is, he might end up in trouble with your brother.