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indelibleevidence · 2 years

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3x08 Thoughts

This episode has so much going on the whole way through - this show is so good at mid-season showdowns! Love it.

Hirst is such a great villain. Wonder how she got so good at the corrupt side of things? I wish she'd been on the loose for longer, because she's so interesting (also, way better than Madeline!).

Crawford finally shows up in this episode, and he's pretty unsettling. It's strange to see Roman handle him so well. I don't think season two Roman would have been able to, and I kinda wish they hadn't gone the slick manipulator route with his character, because that was supposed to be Remi's thing. And like Shepherd said to him in season 2: 'You could never do what she does.' Maybe the ZIP gave him a personality overhaul. 🙄

Reade is pretty brutal to Kurt in the interrogation room, and it makes me sad that they keep bringing Reade back to this 'you were a better person before you met Jane' place, several times throughout the show. I guess he associates Jane's arrival in his life with things starting to fall apart - losing Sarah, losing Mayfair, finding out about the abuse he repressed the memories of, being buried under rubble, the drugs, then the whole team disbanding. It would have been nice to have Reade and Jane talk it out post-4x22. It always seems like he's more Kurt's friend than Jane's, in an 'I'm not a big fan of your wife, but I care about our friendship too much to keep bringing it up, because I know you'll never leave her' way.

Rich signing Hirst's papers with 'suck it' is total genius. 😁 In fact, his whole interrogation room attitude is just classic Rich. The whole 'we've been having sex in the vents and on the rotating platform where you scanned Janes tattoos' thing is so much fun.

I'm confused that Boston is suddenly missing. Two years ago, they had him in prison, and got him to do the undercover thing at Daedalus. Kurt offers to move him to a prison closer to his parents, who were having trouble visiting him, in return for his cooperation with the mission. The last we see of him, he's watching Rich get loaded into an ambulance, and he and Patterson talk about the sculpture he made. And then in the two-year time jump he was working on Wizardville with Patterson, but Rich can't find him, somehow? Guess he got out of prison pretty quickly.

It was so sweet to see the team laughing and joking with Rich at the end of the episode, like it was the first time they treated him like a part of the team and not just an irritating coworker they had to deal with. And Rich really is making choices to be good Rich. ❤ Even if he does have an escape route from the FBI planned out for every day of the week.

If you didn't notice, Rich's contact name for Zapata's cell phone number is What's-Her-Name. 😁😁😁

The latex mask is so creepy, and I 100% agree with Patterson that Rich uses it for more than just escape attempts (eww). Not sure why someone in their 80s would be doing janitorial work at the FBI, so maybe the agents should have questioned that. O_o Oh well, they're dead agents now. Wonder what Hirst had on them.

It was nice to see Brianna redeem herself a little bit for the 2x22 mistake - not that she actually knew what she was doing...

One of Patterson's reasons why it was weird for Zapata to be crushing on Reade was, 'he's Reade'. Ouch. 😁

Blake has such a good 'oh my god, I'm gonna jump your bones the second I get you alone' look, while Roman is standing up to her father. I really like Blake. They could have made her an annoying socialite with no depth, and have Roman hate every minute he had to spend with her. But instead they made her a kindred spirit, kept on the sidelines while the abusive parent did nefarious things. Even if Blake doesn't know that's what her father is doing, she does know something's not right, though we don't see that until a bit later on.

All of Jane's 'there's nothing Roman can do to get between us' moments are so sweet. She really believes it, until she doesn't.

And it was nice to see Kurt finally taking a stand against Roman, refusing to kill Hirst, then removing Roman's Berlin leverage. Maybe Reade's jab about not being an incorruptible super-agent anymore hit home. Yes, I hate that the Berlin thing is canon, but Kurt needed that moment of 'enough is enough'.

Jane telling Kurt he's not a killer, in his dream, is a nice reversal of the 2x03 'you're not Taylor Shaw, but you're not a killer either' moment.

#blindspot #blindspot rewatch 2022 #blindspot 3x08

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afk-libravee · 4 years

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Masumi Usui One-Shot

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Idea: What if someone else(in this scenario the player) became Izumi for a day or two how would Masumi react?

this will be short so I apologize. It will also be kinda sad, sorry...

When she opened her eyes, which she closed immediately after being blinded by the light, she felt her head throb 'Did I stay up too much playing the game?' She thought while holding her head in one hand as she sat up "Ugh... my head hurts..." She muttered

"You're awake!" A worried voice said hurriedly before she was engulfed in a hug.

"W-Wha-!?" When she opened her eyes, she was met with worried gazes and familiar faces "What... is this... cosplay?" She muttered as she felt the person hugging her be pulled away

"We were so worried when you slipped down the stairs, Director" A beautiful white-haired man said as he knelt in front of her

"Azuma... Yukishiro-san...?" She trailed off earning herself a tilt of his head from the man who chuckled after a few seconds

"Sorry, I was just surprised that you called me by my full name" He spoke

"Then... is this... MANKAI company?" She asked again while looking at the familiar faces. The faces which she thought she'd only see in her phone as a 2D game

Tsumugi came from the side and nods "Yes, it is, maybe we should go to the hospital to be safe, Tasuku can-"

"N-No! I'm fine! It's okay" She turned their offer down with a shake of her head which she immediately regretted when she felt it throb again. "I think I should rest alone for now, don't worry I'll be fine!" She reassured the boys who looked hesitant to leave, but still, although reluctant they agreed to her request.

"Then I'll stay with her" Masumi would say and about to move closer to her if he wasn't stopped by Tsuzuru.

"What part of alone did you not understand?" Sakyo asked as he clicked his tongue and glanced at her "Rest well, we'll make this kid won't barge in"

"Thank you, Sakyo-san. Don't worry, Masumi-kun, I'll be fine" She said sending a smile to the both of them. She noticed how Masumi stopped struggling and started at her, before he nods and walked away

"Don't pull on me Tsuzuru" Is how he went out, as she watched the door close. Before she grabbed the nearest pillow and let out a muffled scream

'I'm in the game!! The game! I even saw Masumi-kun! AHHHH!` She thought as looked back at the door 'I don't know how but-! I'll enjoy this as much as I can!'

While she was recovering, various actors from the troupe would visit her, and once she is all better, she began helping around the dorm and practices.

"What did you think of that line delivery, Director?" Itaru would ask as he looked from his script then to her

"Eh? Ah.. I think it's great" She would sheepishly chuckle and smile

"I think it's better to subdue his emotions more, right?" Tsuzuru would ask as he stared at the script

"T-That's great too, let's do that then" She went along and laughed while Itaru nods and began his practice again. She felt eyes on her and when she looked at where it came from it was from Masumi. It is a normal occurence for Masumi to stare at the director from time to time, so she smiled at him, but he just turned away 'Is he in a bad mood?'

"What are we having tonight?" Tenma asked as he sat on the dining table while looking at her

"Huh? Uh..."

"I bet it'll be curry again..." Yuki would sigh as he too sat down on his seat

"It's alright, Director's curry are delicious after all" Muku would try to reassure his troupemates and also Director

"A-Actually... I am thinking of cooking something different as a treat, any requests?" She asked and the boys began listing what they want as she chuckled 'Even I got tired of eating curry daily even if it's just for appearance'

Everything is going well, she is getting along well with everyone. Then Masumi told her to meet with him.

'Eh? Could it be-? Ahhh!' She would react in her mind as she nods and followed Masumi to the balcony. "What is it Ma-" before she could finish her statement she was pinned to the wall 'K-Kabedon!? Wawawa~! I'm not ready!"

"You..." Masumi started as she closed her eyes bracing herself for a confession of some sorts but... "You... Who are you?"

"Eh?" Is what only escaped her lips as she looked up to meet with Masumi's serious gaze "W-What do you mean? I'm Izum-"

"You're not her" He said with conviction as he leaned in closer to her "Again... Who are you? Where is she?"

She tried to compose herself and smiled as she chuckled and tried to gently push him away "Like I said, I'm-"

"That's... not the smile I know, not the warmth I want, not the woman I love..." Masumi would say as he pulled back and stood far from her "I... would know her better than anyone. And this... doesn't lie" He said while placing his hand above his heart

"I-I'm sorry..." She can't help but apologize as she held onto the hem of her shirt

"Where is she? What happened?" He asked in a calm voice, which only made her feel worse as she cried and shook her head

"I don't know... I'm sorry... I d-don't know" She muttered as her sniffles filled the quiet night.

"Masumi, you can't make Director cry like that~!" Misumi would show up by jumping over the balcony railing again

"...I know" Masumi replied with a sigh and a glance to Misumi then back to her "I won't leave the company, I know I said I'll join for her. But, now I'll stay for the troupe. She's still here, at least, physically" He would add before going back in leaving her and Misumi

"Here~ Cheer up, okay~? Masumi knows he can't be mad~" He said while handing her an onigiri, his usual grin on his lips "He knows it not you're fault~"

"S-Since when..."

"From the start~, But It's okay, everyone will understand, they're good friends~" Misumi reassured as he too entered the dorm after patting her head

--End--

IjusthadtoaddthoseboysinIapologize

Sorry it hurt you, I just...I have no excuse

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#masumi usui #usui masumi #harugumi

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kimlineroom · 5 years

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Him And I (21+) c. 1

Before yoy read:

WARNINGS: → incest, matter of life and death, multiple smuts, supportive bts, and many more

Summary: Taehyung comes back to Geongchang for a 3 weeks break and to mend the broken relationship with his dear sister. Suddenly this sick, twisted, unknown feeling pops up in his life and he realize... That he's in love with her.

But there's more to it.

Disclaimer: if you don't like this theme of incest, please do not read it. I will not be responsible if you're triggered although in this chapter there's nothing happening between taehyung and the oc. Although, it'd be best if you read the first chapter to understand the story more, just a heads up. All grammar mistakes is mine to blame bc english is not my first language and i am new in tumblr! This is a new experience to me lol. This fic is also cross posted in ao3 btw. Enjoy!

It was on Saturday.

Miu wants to practice her vocals for her performance for the audition but she just feels so lazy and all she wants is to just roll over and sleep. That's exactly what she wants. But it doesn't go as planned.

She ends up eating breakfast at 7 am with her parents and enjoying the morning air. The window is open, and everyone knows how she loves sitting by the window, so no one dares to take that spot from her. She closes her eyes as the breeze hit her face, humming in agreement. Her parents look at her and stifle a laugh. She seems to notice though.

“What?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at their faces who try to stop laughing at her for whatever reason.

She just stays still and looks out the window. How can people laugh at her? It's very confusing. What's so funny about a girl who's sitting on a chair staring out the window? She waits for an answer as she sips her coffee that morning with a hum of approval. Coffee has always been her favourite out of other hot drinks. In a way, it calms her a lot in the morning. An energy booster, too.

Her mother let out a laugh, “Nothing it's just that you stare out the window and your expression when the wind blows on your face is priceless, honey.”

Mrs. Kim said, patting her shoulder and her father's laugh also echoes as he seems to enjoy his wife's statement. What's so funny about that? She asks in her head, puzzled. She continues to stare out and let them laugh at her all they want. She notices the birds flying together in the distant, making her smile. Nature had always influenced her. It's something she can't describe.

There's something about them that calms her, like this coffee. They made her feel all warm inside while she sips her coffee and connects herself with nature. It felt so peaceful and all her troubles would go away for a reason. She remembers when she was a child, she used to run out on an adventure into the woods at the back of their house. They sometimes went camping there (funny, yeah) so she got used to the forest. She knows the trails and all, and she loved listening to nature. The wildflowers, the tall trees. They're all very heart-warming to her.

Her eyes would light up at the mention of camping because she knows her parents would drag her into the forest because that's their camping spot. She would jump in joy if ever they would go out and camp or visit the waterfall or something. She loves them very much and she'd ditch her phone anytime for nature. Maybe that's also one of the reasons why she has little friends in school; that she doesn't socialize much. But it didn't bother her unlike it bothered her parents or her brother. Brother…

Her hands that were on her thighs under the table slowly inch towards her abdomen and wrap around it instantly at the mention of her brother. Why she did it? She doesn't have an answer. It lingers on her stomach for a while, until she snatches them away and put her hands on the table, snapping herself and letting herself resurface into reality. Her parents talked about their jobs. Mrs. Kim is a writer, a not so famous one but good enough in Daegu meanwhile Mr. Kim is an ordinary office worker. They also own a farm at the back of their house, and when things get busy, she's the one handling them. She and her brother but since he's away for work now, so it's only her, not that she's complaining.

Her brother is Kim Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung of BTS. he is 23 years old, and right now, he is on tour in Japan. She looks down into the black coffee, the colour made her uneasy for some reason as she thought about him. 3 weeks he spent his day off with them and 3 days since he returned to his idol job, away from his break at this house. Taehyung. When one would think of him, everyone would say how easy going, thoughtful, and handsome he is. Yes, it's true, but there's more than that. Taehyung is more than that to her.

She could see her mother taking the newspaper on the table. It's today. Mr.Kim had retrieved them earlier when her mother cooked breakfast.

Her mother turns to her. “Look, it's your brother. The tour is a success as usual.” She says, sipping her coffee and letting Miu grab the newspaper, reading it. Or rather, looking at the headline that has pictures of her brother and his bandmates.

She stares at the now blue-haired man on the stage, a little too long that she doesn't realize how bizarre it would look to other people if they see her, staring at her own brother's picture like this. Creepy. She didn't mean to linger her eyes too long on his recent picture, but she can't help it; she misses him very much. The headline is about the Love Yourself tour that's starting again. The excerpt of it is saying about how BTS had become international and over millions of tickets being sold and clean. They're performing in Nagoya tonight. Nagoya...she always dreams to travel to Nagoya.

“You ok there, buddy?” Her father asks, looking at her with warm, kind eyes.

His face reminded her of her brother. Well, Taehyung is his son after all. Why wouldn't she think of him when she looks at her father? She smiles at him and set aside the newspaper and lean on the table.

“Nothing. It's just that...I miss him.” She said, meant every word.

Everyone knows how close they are. How the two Kim siblings were inseparable until Taehyung chased his dream as an idol that his parents approved of. Taehyung is lucky, he has parents who support him no matter what decision he makes and a sister who loves him no matter what he does. It was hard for her when Taehyung walked out because he's the only friend she ever had; no one, except for her best friend Nayeon could make her feel accepted.

Taehyung is her everything. Her brother, her friend, her companion, her…

“No need to be sad, kiddo. He'll come back soon. Besides, three weeks off is kinda long for an idol and I'm sure your time with him before he left for the tour is well spent, right?”

Yeah. It was well spent indeed. She smiled bitterly and nod her head. She looks out the window again, and her eyes scan the small hut that she, Taehyung, and their father built when she was only 7 years old and Taehyung was 11. Her eyes linger on it, remember the day Taehyung gently take care of her, making sure she doesn't get hurt when she's helping while their mother makes them hot chocolate and watch as her family works together in harmony and peace.

It was a peaceful day and it stays attached in her head. How can she forget? It was one of the most precious moments to her. The memory of her and Taehyung. She remembers Taehyung's sweating face as he lifts the woods and helped their father. She remembers how it felt so right to be laughing, to be helping, to be side by side with her brother. True, that she's very close with her brother and she will always be, according to him. Taehyung, even when he lives in Seoul, would always call them every day without fail.

She remembers how Taehyung and herself would hang out at that old hut that they built, lying on the wooden floor and looking at the trees, the breeze pampering their faces. When Taehyung had his weeks off before he left for the tour, he stayed with her there and hang out with her, listening to each other's crackhead culture talks. The way her brother hugged her, the way his head rested on her shoulder lovingly, the I love yous that they delivered to each other…

“Hey, since it's a day off, how about we go somewhere?” Her father says, snapping her out of her daydream.

He's now standing beside her mother, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands as he looks at his wife and his daughter. Her mother seems to be in sync with her husband, so they are waiting for her answer. To be honest, she doesn't mind. Even though she supposed to start her practice for the audition, that usual lazinesslingers in her body. Ever since Taehyung left, her body had been in a lazy state. Why? She gulps, remembering such an event and quickly cast it aside to answer her parents.

“Sure. Where?” She asks lazily, stirring her coffee then sipping them slowly. It's still hot.

Her father thinks for a while, leaning on the counter and think of where their destination would be today. Suddenly, he claps his hands together which resulted in her mother to flinch. Mrs. Kim has always been a scary cat, just like her. They laughed at the woman.

“You scare me!” she screamed, hitting her husband in a playful manner. Perhaps, it has been too hard of a hit because he jumped and let out an “ow.” They all laugh again, and Miu wonders about what would today be like if Taehyung is by their side. By her side. It would've been even more fun. What could he be doing, right now? Miu wonders, her laughter still lingers with them, but it dies as she stares at the black, steaming hot coffee. It's like staring at a hole. A hole in her heart that is.

“As I was saying,” Mr. Kim pause, eyeing his wife in a flirty manner and look at his only daughter with a smile as he continues. “I think it'd be fun to drive off to that favourite waterfall that you love so much. It's only 30 minutes’ drive there.”

He says with a smile as he realizes how much his daughter loves that place and as her eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of the waterfall. Good choice indeed. All her troubles are forgotten at the mention of the waterfall that she loves so much. She stands up, fixing her dress immediately and walk out of the house to their car.

“I'll be waiting in the car. Hurry up!” She ushers them, sprinting to get outside leaving her parents in the kitchen with a smile on their faces.

“Well, let's go.” Mr. Kim said, beaming at Mrs. Kim.

#taehyungsmut #taehyungfanfic #taehyung #bts smut #btsarmy #taetae #bangtanseonyeondan #angst #taehyung angst

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gveret-fic · 5 years

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Uhhh, Hit With Car... Most definitely (:

Please note that nobody gets hit with any actual cars. Also this is kinda the precursor to my laundry fic, so it’s probably never gonna be finished, so I’m just gonna post everything I have here:

Thewoman’s jaw is clenched; she’s obviously still hurting. But there’s a definitehint of teasing in her voice when she says, “Well, this is an interestingdevelopment. I certainly hadn’t been expecting my Tuesday to end in Supergirl’svery capable arms.”

Karawinces and blushes at the same time. “I’m so, so sorry about this. Itotally understand if you want to sue. I’m taking you to the hospital now,okay?”

Thewoman nods. “Suing National City’s hero, interesting concept. I’m not surespandex and capes and thigh high boots are appropriate courtroom attire,though, Supergirl. You might need to mix it up.”

“Idon’t wear spandex,” Kara says with distaste. “This is speciallymade shock absorbing polymer alloy.”

“Isit? I thought as much. Would you share the recipe? I’ve never seen it tear.Bomb-proof body armor with this level of flexibility would be invaluable incombat situations.” The woman raises her hand to finger the material atKara’s arm, stroking over her tensed bicep. Kara feels her blush deepen forsome strange reason.

“I—I’llhave to ask the engineer behind it about that.”

“Hm.Maybe if I argue in court that the suit contributed to my injury, they’llcompel you to admit it as evidence.”

Karasnorts. “Is that so? Well, since you’re apparently intent on literallysuing my clothes off my back, can I at least have your name?”

“Therules of etiquette dictate that you tell me yours first.”

Karashakes her head. “All right, Mystery Woman,” she says as she lands bythe hospital’s front doors. “Here we are.”

Shecarries the woman inside and deposits her on one of the plastic chairs at theemergency department’s waiting room, then borrows a pen and piece of paper fromreception and writes down her DEO phone number.

“Youcan reach me at this number at all times,” Kara tells the woman, handingher the note. “If you do decide to file charges I want you to know I’llcooperate fully, unless my civilian identity is at risk. Either way I’ll behappy to pay for the medical bills. I’m truly sorry. I’ll, uh. I’ll leave youto it then.”

“Wait,”the woman says hurriedly, leaning forward in her seat to grab Kara’s hand.“My name is Lena. Lena Luthor. I’m sure you’d find out from the tabloidsanyway, so I suppose there’s no point hiding it.” She lets go of Kara’shand, looking away and tucking a group of her hair behind her ear. “I’mnot actually going to sue you, by the way. I’m very rich. You can… um.”She fidgets with her hair. The shift in her demeanor from teasing to flusteredis almost as jarring as the content of her speech. “You can come visit me,if you want, though. To make it up to me.”

Karawould be lying if she said she wasn’t taken aback at this revelation. Shephysically ran into a Luthor? What are the odds of that happening? Wasthis somehow intentional on this woman’s part? Is this some sort of verystrange scheme? Kara suddenly regrets giving this woman her number.

LenaLuthor seems to have been following Kara’s face journey. Her expression falls.“Right,” she says. She stops twisting at her hair, dropping her handsin her lap. “It was—well, it wasn’t really a pleasure, it wasactually kind of painful, but, it was, uh—interesting meeting you,anyway.”

Lenamust be an exceptional actress, Kara thinks, to mimic cringe-inducingawkwardness so convincingly. “Yeah,” she says vaguely. “Well.Call me if you need anything, Ms. Luthor. I should leave the medicalprofessionals to it.”

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“Lena…you haven’t had any visitors, have you?”

Lenabarks out a harsh laugh. “Well, aren’t you blunt.”

“Ohmy gosh, I’m so sorry, that was so rude—”

“Yeah,”Lena agrees, nodding self-righteously. “It really was. But… alsoaccurate.”

Karashuts her mouth with a clink. “Sorry,” she mumbles again, mortified.

Lenamakes a face. “Yep. The sad truth is, I don’t have anyone in my life rightnow who’d come to visit me in a hospital. Pathetic, right?”

Karashakes her head. “Not pathetic,” she says adamantly. “Justreally shitty.”

Lenagasps exaggeratedly. “Was that a swear word I just heard coming out of themouth of National City’s own sunny, family friendly protector?”

“It’sreally… effed up that the people in your life wouldn’t move heaven andearth to make sure you were okay. They sound like real b-holes.”

“Intheir defense, the only ‘people in my life’ currently are my employees, andhaving to pretend to care about me during work hours is more than enoughuncompensated emotional labor for anyone. I’d feel guilty making them keep itup beyond company grounds.”

“Whatabout your friend? The ex co-developer?”

“He’sout of the country. On a honey moon with his very lovely husband.”

“Soyou don’t have anyone to bring you treats to wash off the taste of all thehospital food?”

“Allright, let’s not rub my face in it any more than is necessary, okay? How about youvolunteer to bring poor old me treats, then, Super Girl Scout? Got any Samoasunder that cape of yours?”

Karascoffs. “Tagalongs are obviously the superior cookie.”

“Incorrect,but I’ll allow it,” Lena replies smoothly. “Any Tagalongs under thatcape, then?”

“ObviouslyI don’t store cookies under my—” Kara starts saying, before realizing:“Oh! Actually I did put some chocolate in my boots last week. Hangon.”

Karawedges her fingers beneath the material of her boot, wriggling them to getdeeper in and fish out the wrapped chocolate fingers she left there. Shefinally wrests them out, a victorious cry on her lips, when she realizes she’sholding a handful of week-old chocolate that’s been living inside her boot. Shecan’t offer Lena Luthor smelly boot chocolate.

“Uh,”Kara says eloquently.

Lenalooks like she’s fighting to keep in a laugh. “Hm,” she says. Andthen a little “Pfft” escapes.

Karabreaks into a grin, and silently holds out the smelly old boot chocolate. Lenatakes one bar, unwraps it and stuffs the whole thing in her mouth, all whilelooking Kara dead in the eye.

Karacan’t help it. She barks out a laugh. Lena joins her laughter while stillchewing, choking and guffawing and spraying out bits of chocolate along theway. Kara sits down on the hospital bed next to her, laying her face in herhand and laughing until she tears up.

Whentheir laughter’s died down and Kara’s wiping the tears out of her eyes, Lenaplaces a hand on her knee. “Hey,” she says, and her voice is verydifferent than it’d been before, neither teasing nor hesitant norself-deprecating. Just, kinda, really warm and sincere. “I’m glad youbroke my ankle.”

Karablinks. “Uh,” she says again. “I’m not sure if you’re beingsarcastic?”

Lenashakes her head. “I mean it. When I’m being sarcastic, I promise you’llknow.”

Karaisn’t too sure about that, honestly; she isn’t the best at identifying sarcasm.“Well,” she says. “Can’t say I’ve heard that one before.”

“You’resomething else, Supergirl,” Lena says with “I mean, you are.Literally that. But I mean to say, I like you. You’re incredible, and I thinkwe get along. Do you like food?”

Karamakes an incredulous sound. “Do I like—yes! I, uh, definitely, definitelylike food.”

“Wouldyou like to have some? With me? Not here. Somewhere nice. With a drink. As adate. If you want?”

“Oh,”Kara says, feeling struck. She should’ve seen that coming, probably, but ofcourse she didn’t. “I’m sorry. I don’t really date. Not as Supergirl. Shedoesn’t, uh—I don’t really have a personal life. I mean, I do, but not asSupergirl. That would be complicated. To have two different lives. I guess Ido, though. But at least they don’t include dating.”

“Ah,”says Lena, and takes away her hand. “Understandable.”

Karareaches out and catches it. “But—but Kara does. Kara Danvers. I bet—I betif you called her at Catco Worldwide’s local news department and asked her,she'd—she’d say yes.”

Lena’ssmile develops slowly, but reaches wide. “Kara Danvers, huh?”

Karashrugs. “I mean, who knows. It’s just a hunch.”

“Justa hunch,” Lena repeats, and squeezes Kara’s hand.

“Ifeel like you two might—click.”

“Well.”Lena clicks her tongue. “Superhero. Ambulatory service. Matchmaker. You doit all.”

“KaraDanvers can do lots of different things, too,” Kara says faintly.

Lenalaughs. “Maybe you can bring her along, next time you visit.”

Karaswallows and looks away. It’s taking pretty much all she has not to lean downand kiss her. “Maybe I will.”

Lenalooks at her very intently for a moment, then abruptly lets go of her hand.“Well, goodbye then! Off with you! And don’t come back without this fabulous KaraDanvers of yours!”

Threeor four minutes, Kara thinks. Maybe two if she really floors it. Or probably aminute and a half, maybe, to get changed and stash the suit somewhere and leaveJames a message and get back to make good on her promise.

Fifty five seconds, really. Tops.

#whythinktoomuch #tag game

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idkbutspencer · 6 years

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(3) I just don’t want to think for a while || Criminal Minds

AU: Criminal Minds; Reader is JJ’s daughter.

Prompt/Word/Request: I got the prompt “I just don’t want to think for a while.”

Pairing: daughter!Reader x JJ.

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, angst.

A/N: Hello! This is my entry for @literallyprentissstwin ‘s Angsty Challenge :-) With the prompt I got, the only thing that crossed my mind was sad angst so heheh I kinda relate to this so i couldn’t make it thaaat detailed :-( if you like this lmk! and if you wanna be tagged in my fics too :-D

Words: Maybe 1,000 or less.

*little note: english is not my native language so, you knowww hahah*

~•~

That day, was one of those franctic days full of paperwork for the BAU agents. The month was coming to an end meaning they had to go through as many papers as possible before starting working with new ones.

"Ehh, I-I," you stuttered, trying to think of an excuse for this time. "I stayed up until like four in the morning studying for my chemistry exam, which I just took, but after that I couldn't keep my eyes open."

The blonde woman sat in her desk chair next to you, putting the coffee mug aside. "Why didn't you go home then?"

"I kinda left my key in my other bag," you explained, rubbing your eyes with the end of your sleeves so your lie would seem more credible. "I texted dad but he's grocery shopping... I didn't know where else to go.”

JJ looked around the pile of folders she had over her desk and letting out a short sigh, she spoke: "Okay. I'll take you home then."

In the perfect timing, Emily went downstairs from her office to the bullpen smiling at you immediately. "Hey, (Y/N). Visiting on your free period again?"

"Hi Em. I wish..." you chuckled nervously, pulling your sleeves down even more after standing up and throwing your bag on your shoulder. Emily grimaced after hearing this.

"(Y/N), why don't you call the elevator while I gather my stuff?" JJ ordered and you nodded.

When the glass doors closed and you wouldn't be able to hear anything from the inside, JJ asked Emily for permission to take you home and she agreed.

"What's up with that?" Prentiss asked, making JJ frown in confusion while she tried to quickly tidy her desk. "(Y/N) wearing hoodies and jeans on a hot day? That's so alien to her, she's always the first one to ask if the AC is on. Also, isn't this the second time she'd come here this week?"

"I guess I didn't notice.” The blonde shrugged. "I'll see if I can talk to her on our way home. Be right back."

~•~

A week passed by, and the same occurred. (Y/N) went either home or to her mother's work in the mornings when she had to be at school, putting an excuse for staying at home. None of her relatives or friends noticed the real reason behind this, most of them just thought she was sick because of the climate change or something like that.

The BAU agents were briefing about the last few cases they've had when JJ started receiving calls from an unknown caller. She declined the call twice before excusing herself out of the briefing room and answering the insistent caller. "SSA Jennifer Jareau," she spoke.

"Jennifer!" her husband exclaimed on the other line.

"Will? What happened!?" JJ asked, worry starting to grow. "Are you okay? Where's your phone?"

"I'm fine! It's (Y/N)," Will started to explain. "I had to take her to the hospital and left everything at home."

The blonde felt her heart skip a beat. She glanced at Emily and by the look on her face her boss immediately realized something was wrong. "Oh god... I'm on my way."

"Uh, Will took (Y/N) to the hospital. I really need to go,” JJ explained rushing towards the elevator, Prentiss following behind.

"Of course, I'll let the team know so we can all go see her later," Emily said. "Keep me informed."

~•~

The plain white hospital room was almost completely silent, except for the machines beeping and another sob from her mother. (Y/N) was asleep, laying on the hospital bed after fainting and hitting her head.

The doctor told her parents that she had a few scars on her wrists and she hadn't been eating well. Jennifer couldn't believe how they didn't see any of her attempts to get their attention that something was wrong.

"You know, I wonder what would have happened if you hadn't gotten there on time," JJ whimpered. "How was I supposed to live without her?"

"Stop thinking about what could've gone wrong. She's fine now-" Will started.

"No she's not! That's the problem with this type of situations," she interrupted. "We had a fifteen-year-old girl in our house self-harming and neither of us knew about it! Did she even think about us? Her brothers, friends, family..."

"Maybe I just don't want to think for a while," you whispered as tears rolled down your face, making both of your parents look at you. "Mom, dad… I-I'm so sor-".

"Don't be! It's gonna be okay, sweetheart." Your mother sat in the small chair beside the bed holding your hand and your dad was behind her holding both of you. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know that you're mad at me," you mumbled turning your head.

"Hey (Y/N), look at me," she began letting out a long sigh. "I'm not mad at you. Neither of us are. Okay? I'm mad at myself for not noticing how you were screaming for our help. We're gonna talk about this and we'll find a solution. You're not alone and we're gonna get through this. Together."

You squeezed her hand and your dad placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you."

"We love you too, peaches."

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The Script, Chapter 1

Read it on AO3: The Script by @finney13s

Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: British (UK) Actor RPF, Tom Hiddleston - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Eva Pond Additional Tags: Angst

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Summary:

Eva Pond is an aspiring screenwriter who has a dream of getting her script to be produced as a full feature film. Her chance comes when the script is given to Tom Hiddleston's manager and Tom likes it - a lot. Well, the leading role is originally written for him... Except that it is not just the script that he's going to be in the leading role but also accidentally in Eva's life. And that is a problem because she's married.

Chapter 1

1.1

She knew the day had come. Her relationship with her husband had been bad for a long time and they had been drifting apart for a long time. Divorce was unevitable. And she knew that she had to make it clear before moving forward. Before making it official with Tom. Before letting the world know that one of the most wanted bachelors in Britain was finally taken. Before the press found out that it was by a married woman.

She had already packed her bags for her early flight back home next morning. This time she would fly back for the last time, tell her husband that it was over and hand over the divorce papers for him to sign. Then she would stay the rest of the visit in a hotel, maybe meet with some friends and the come back to London, the place she now called home.

She tried to distract her mind from the upcoming agony of facing the situation as it was by worrying about having everything with her first double and then triple checking her bags. As if it would matter if anything was left behind - she'd be back soon and this house was then about to become her home.

Besides, she already had left the most valuable thing she had here: her heart. With Tom.

But the house was now empty besides her and her bags. Tom had been alerted to shoot some final extra scenes for his soon to be released film and he had travelled there the day before. Bobby was taken to his "nana" to be fed all the goodies in the world and having limitless amounts of belly rubs until Tom was back. So she had been left to cope with her own devices in the huge house and in London.

There was a time not in so far in the past when she would've loved the idea. Now she only wanted to get her broken marriage to be sorted out for good so that she could move on.

They had sat on the sofa with Tom the night before his flight and talked.

"I really am sorry about leaving you to cope with this alone. I would never ever do this unless the schedule was ridiculously tight and at the last moment" Tom said hugging her tight.

"I know. Just, don't worry about it. I'm a big girl already. And besides, you have taken good care of me already by arranging the drive to the airport and a seat in the plane. A girl couldn't ask for anything more" she said softly kissing his forehead.

"Yeah, but I ought to be there to support you. It is kinda my fault too you're doing this, you know" he said with sadness and frustration in his voice

"What have I done to deserve you" she sighed quietly and cocked her head with a faint smile "You are so good to me and I adore you for it."

Tom looked her right in the eyes and said: "Just remember Eva that I am always here for you no matter what. Even though I am not there in person you are in my thoughts all the time."

A tear fell from her eye on his shirt when they tightly embraced each other in the bittersweet silence, dreading the things they had to do and go through before they could be happy together.

1.2

She had loved her husband at one point. A lot. But they had been young and gotten engaged and married in a whim thinking the first love would be the one. It worked for a while, quite long in fact, almost 10 years.

But when she had realised that if she wanted to get anywhere with her screenwriting dream she would have to move at least to London, it had been the dealbreaker. Her dreams just weren't the same anymore with her husband, they just weren't playing in the same team anymore.

They had tried to make it work, truly. But travelling back and forth from London to home kept getting more and more exhausting and it also kept her from meeting deadlines and missing few juicy deals.

So she had rented a studio in London and decided to work for a proper long period in one place to create continuity and being able to do the work that needed to be done. The script was already in good shape and there was some preliminary interest on it too, so it was definitely worth it. So she had stayed in London and worked there while her husband was back at home, thousand miles away working at his own job and taking care of their home.

1.3

And then one day her agent had called her: the script had been given to Tom's manager for viewing. She had written the leading male part specifically Tom in mind so this might be the one big push that the project needed to go forward. If Tom would be interested in the part enough that he'd agree to let her use his name as a leverage in the sales of the script to production houses that might mean getting the film actually made.

The following day she had received a phone call from anonymous number. Palms sweating she had answered.

"This is Eva Pond"

"Hello Eva, this is Tom Hiddleston speaking" a soft deep voice said in the other end of the line.

"Umm...hello..." she had answered and felt the rush of blood on her cheeks, then mentally slapped herself to get a grip and do this thing like an adult "Yes, sorry, very nice to talk to you. How are you?"

"I'm fine thanks. I'm calling about the script you had sent to my manager and I would like to discuss about it a bit more. I read the first few scenes and I was fascinated by it."

"Oh wow, thank you" she chuckled to the phone, "I... I have been working on it very hard and I'm pleased to hear you find it interesting"

"So I'm quite busy at the moment but I'm now in London and I could squeeze in a breakfast meeting tomorrow or day after that if that fits your schedule? Treat is full on me and I'll even serve it for you hot and steaming myself."

"Umm, sure, yes, I'm free any day really, as I'm mostly just writing" she stuttered to the phone "so just choose which suits you better and I'll be there at the dot."

"Alright, if it's all the same to you tomorrow morning at 8 it is then" Tom said decisively "I'll send you my address in a text message along with the port code, ok?"

"Yeah, that's ok, thank you"

"Alright, we'll talk more then tomorrow. It was nice talking to you Miss Eva. Bye"

"Yes, likewise Tom, thank you, bye"

Once the call had ended she sat down on her studio floor stunned and speechless. She was a step closer into getting her script on the screen. Finally!

When the phone chirped for Tom's text message with full contact details and home address it hit her: she was going to eat breakfast with Tom Hiddleston the next morning at 8 at his home and get to talk with him not only about the script, but also the role she had written specifically him in mind.

Then a thought had entered her mind: Had he said hot and steaming himself or had he meant the breakfast by it? Giggling to her own silly girlish thoughts she had decided to go through the script once more and the selling points she had prepared for the project.

She knew all of it by heart but she was about to present it to Tom, the man she had written it to.

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