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perpetualcynicism · 2 years

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what about a detective rivals to lovers story with heizou? (warning: it gets pretty long.)

(parts two, three, four and five)

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so like, you and heizou are the tenryou commission’s most promising minds, and as a result, you have a habit of trying to outdo each other when it comes to cases— things such as who can solve it the fastest, who can catch the criminal first, and so forth— and over time this has turned into a rivalry. though it doesn’t necessarily harbour any serious negative feelings about each other, it’s not exactly a friendly and positive rivalry, either.

for example, you dislike the size of heizou’s ego and his seemingly never-ending supply of energy, and most of all the way he relies so heavily on his ‘intuition’ that he doesn’t even seem to be trying at all, while he has problems with your seeming lack of passion and indifference when you’re working; not to mention your habit of simply abandoning cases if they don’t interest you enough. he often goes out of his way to continuously annoy you; distracting you to get reactions of any kind, tries to play mind games with you, almost like a child, and he’s disappointed whenever you figure out (and ignore) his ever-so-cunning tactics. he gets on your nerves, and you rub him the wrong way.

and so, when a particularly dangerous and intelligent organisation start stirring up trouble, the tenryou commission decides that the only way this case is going to get resolved is if you both work on it. together.

you almost gag at the thought. heizou doesn’t look too pleased when he receives the news, either; he scoffs and sends you a look containing a hint of condescension, as if he thinks himself better than you. your skin crawls, but your face betrays nothing of the internal curses you’re muttering.

when you first get started on the case, your interactions are snappy and as short as possible; neither of you want to spend any more time than necessary in the other’s presence. rather than working together, your dynamic is more along the lines of “i’ll go away and make some deductions, you’ll go away and make some of your own, and then we’ll come back together and argue about who’s right”. in short, the word ‘cooperation’ suddenly ceases to exist when you’re around each other.

but as a result of your petty bickering rather than focusing your energy on cracking the case, the crimes committed by this organisation begin to grow more violent, and more unpredictable. murders start popping up more frequently in the news. you both hesitate when you hear this; because of your inability to work together, and instead having your focus set on poking trifling holes in each other’s theories, has costed lives. for the sake of the greater good, you make a silent agreement to put aside your rivalry and problems with each other for the time being.

and in doing so, you start realising things about each other that were previously shrouded in bad impressions when you messed with each other; for example, heizou’s habit of playing mind games with people has started to corner potential suspects, while your ability to see through such tricks has stopped both of you for falling for various traps set out for you along the way. though you often face cases with a disinterested manner and apathetic glance, heizou doesn’t fail to notice the passion and time you’re pouring into your work; maybe you do care about these things, after all, and he just failed to notice it before.

perhaps, he starts to think, your mask of indifference is a result of this passion; you spend so much time and effort engrossed in your work that you simply don’t have energy to show it. looking at how diligently you draw connections between pieces of data, heizou could almost describe you as getting lost in your work. but nobody, no matter how skilled or intelligent, can go on like this forever. a foreign feeling begins to settle in his gut; is it concern?

but though he feels guilty, he says nothing of it; he needs you working on this case with him more than he’d like to admit.

as the case progresses, you start to bounce your ideas off each other rather than try to drag the other down; you pose questions to each other and fill in gaps that may be missing in your deductions. when you counter a theory, it’s no longer out of spite, but a way of strengthening the line of thought even further.

in fact, though the very thought disgusts the both of you, one looking from the outside could describe you almost as close. of course, is someone were to say such a thing, you’d belittle the statement. however, you can’t deny that a little voice inside you is seeming to say, ‘maybe he’s not that bad after all.’ you glance at heizou from the corner of your eyes; he catches it, and returns it with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a mischievous grin. the words ‘like what you see?’ are written all over his face. you roll your eyes at him, unimpressed, but can’t help but wonder if he thinks the same.

soon enough, exhaustion begins to take its toll on you. long hours spent analysing evidence have sapped you of your energy; even looking at the progress you’ve made makes you want to be sick. it’s been a while since you allowed yourself to get this engrossed in a case, and for a good reason; getting burnt out while in the middle of investigating murders isn’t exactly what you can call convenient timing.

heizou notices the light coming from your study that burns throughout the night, and when he sees you these days, the resulting weariness has begun to settle in your voice and in bags under your eyes. when he suggests getting some rest, you dismiss the suggestion, claiming that you’re fine and don’t need any sleep. he isn’t convinced— and neither are you— but, yet again, he doesn’t probe any deeper into it. perhaps it’s selfish of him to do so, but something within him doesn’t have the heart to send you away from his side, even if for your own benefit.

in fact, he realises that he’s coming to rather enjoy your presence, gods forbid. no, more than enjoy; he finds himself actively seeking it out, and when you’re not near him, it’s you he’s thinking of rather than the case.

ah. this isn’t good.

but since he’s already caught feelings for you, he may as well check whether you share the sentiment.

heizou’s behaviour around begins to change. not by much, but he starts showing off more than usual and trying to impress you with his ‘impeccable deductive thinking skills’ (as he calls them). you, much to his disappointment, remain completely unmoved. he’s a rather well-liked guy, and has a fair share of fans; these tactics always work on them. but you’re a tough nut to crack, it seems.

no matter. he can wait.

he tries to look for some other signs that you like him back; after all, he can usually read people like a book, but with you, he can find no hints, no body language, no indications that you return these feelings; this irks him. for the first time, he finds himself unable to deduce somebody’s motives. you’re a mystery to him, and this frustrates him as much as it captivates him.

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now, one night, he’s returning from a day-long investigation of the most recent crime scene, scribbled notes and observations tucked under his arm, whistling to himself as he saunters into your shared office to discuss his recent findings with you. you, meanwhile, agreed to stay inside and make sense of what you’ve got so far. the lights are still on, so you’re most likely still working away. he looks forwards to discussing his discoveries with you.

he pushes open the door, calling a playful ‘hello-o!’, expecting for his enthusiastic greeting to be returned with an exasperated sigh as per usual. but to his surprise, there’s no answer. heizou tilts his head, mumbling an ‘eh?’ under his breath. he’s painfully aware of the absence of your voice.

he peeks inside the room, puzzled. his eyes sweep over the interior, and land on a familiar figure.

you’re slumped over your desk, a pile of annotated, scribbled-on paperwork beneath your head. there is a quill still loosely gripped in your hand, and a light burning beside you.

he can’t help but chuckle under his breath, shaking his head as he approaches you. “you’ve really overworked yourself, haven’t you?” he muses. the only response is your quiet breathing. heizou walks over and pulls out a chair to sit beside you, watching you with a hand propping up his cheek. the light bathes you in a warm glow, and he can’t help but think, hey, you look kind of cute. he shudders to think how you’d react to that statement if you were awake. looking at you, so unkempt and vulnerable, he feels an urge to play with you a little. pull a prank, perhaps. an impish grin spreads across his face, and he reaches his hand towards you— whether to pinch you, poke you, or play with your hair, he doesn’t know.

but then, just as he’s about to make contact, his hand hesitates. you look so peaceful, for once, and he can’t bring himself to disturb you.

he pulls his hand away. you deserve your rest.

because, mixed in with his feelings of endearment and mischief, the concern he held for you before begins taking form as guilt for not stopping you earlier. if he had been more firm about you getting some rest, perhaps you wouldn’t be in this state in the first place. though it’s tempting, he’s not about to drag you back into the waking world just when you’ve finally got some rest for the sake of his amusement.

you must be uncomfortable, he thinks. even if you sleep for three days, in this position, there’s no way you’ll wake up feeling any better than the moment you nodded off. he briefly considers the possibility of taking you back to your place, but waves it away; your home is hardly nearby, and he would have to wake you to get you there. then he recalls that there’s a minuscule side room containing a bed, should the person using this place need to sleep there. only problem is, there’s only one bed.

heizou shrugs. no problem. he can take the sofa.

he stands up, considering how to move you without waking you. very, very gently, he tips you backwards against your chair to make it easier to lift you. then, still ever so careful, he places an arm under your back, and another under your legs, and picks you up, holding you close to his chest.

you shift your head, mumbling a few vague noises, likely roused by the movement. momentarily panicking, heizou hushes you with a soft ‘shh’, and you relax once more. he breathes an inwards sigh of relief, his heartbeat accelerating. when you lean unconsciously into him, it grows even faster.

heizou lays you down on the bed, resting your head on the pillow, careful to make the impact as soft as possible. he removes his hands, waiting there a moment with held breath to check if you stir again. nothing. phew.

the possibility of joining you arises in his mind. it is tempting, he has to admit.

he shakes away the thought. you would certainly find it uncomfortable if you were awake, so he shouldn’t disrespect that merely because you’re sleeping. however, he can’t help but cast a final glance at you before leaving the room. he smiles to himself.

he snuffs out the light and lies down on the sofa, sleep soon taking him, too, in its embrace.

when you awaken in the morning (or, as you’re later informed, late afternoon), heizou’s already awake, sticking some notes to the ever-growing mural of photos and documents on the wall. you feel… well rested, for once. you could’ve sworn you fell asleep at your desk last night, not in the bed, but maybe your memory is blurry.

you yawn, and heizou turns around at the sound, eyes lighting up when he sees you. as per usual, there’s a playful glint of mischief in his gaze.

“somebody slept well,” he teases, unable to keep himself from smiling at the state of your bedhead and general unkept appearance.

you rub your eyes and grunt. “mn.”

you pause, before saying, “i had a weird dream last night.”

heizou’s grin widens, and he suddenly feels a little giddy. “oh? what was it about?”

“not sure,” you frown. “can’t remember the details. i think it was a nice dream, though.”

“really?” he quirks an eyebrow, an hint of smugness entering his voice. “i’m glad.”

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aaand that’s all i can come up with for now, but i doubt this is the end of that idea. i definitely intend to continue writing this further, and also have a few other heizou-related ideas in store…

#genshin impact x reader #heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader

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mickyaltierisgf · 1 year

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OMG

The romickey fic omfg about the detective

Can you please do a part 2? 💗💗💗

It was so good!

missing at sunrise studios ii

poly!ghostface romickey x fem!reader

nsfw! minors pls dni

feel free to @ me in the comments or in my ask box.

You blended in silently, mostly observing the people and activities around you. As far as you could tell, everyone seemed hard at work or was putting on a good show of appearing that way. Roman’s gaze was sharper than your own, scrutinizing every tiny detail of his actors. Mickey was lounging beside him, much more relaxed, and as he caught your eye, he gave you a wink. You shot him a half smile and turned to continue walking among the various cast and crew members milling about. You couldn’t be sure if the killer was here, hiding in plain sight, or lurking in some darkened corner, ready to jump out and claim their next victim. It was entirely possible they weren’t there at all. And if there were two of them, you definitely hoped that was the case.

Right now, you were merely scouting. A flash of your badge got you access to any room or trailer you wanted, and you were going to take advantage of that. You weren’t supposed to be here at all, especially not on official police business, but no one had to know about that. You knocked on one trailer after another and let yourself in, doing a sweep through to see if you couldn’t find anything out of place. Most of these people were likely innocent and, in fact, probably clueless as to just what was even going on, but you had to be thorough. You didn’t particularly like taking such liberties with your power, but if it meant bringing you closer to solving this case, that was ultimately the most important thing.

There was no lunch break, per se; the director called ‘cut’ and decided who could leave, when, and for how long. It was well past after noon when you noticed people starting to disperse. You looked for Roman and Mickey but couldn’t find them in the crowd, and suddenly your heart was pumping hard enough to knock against your chest. You felt for the gun at your hip; your clammy hand felt colder than the dark steel, and the touch barely gave you the comfort it usually did. You walked quickly, passing people and trailers until you found the one labeled "BRIDGER". You didn’t even stop to smile at the "ALTIERI +" you were sure Mickey had tacked on above it.

You nearly flung yourself through the door, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight. You felt relief wash over you as well as slight irritation. They weren’t doing anything wrong, really; you were just feeling oversuspicious and not seeing them had nearly sent you into panic mode. You closed the door quietly, still watching, arms crossed, head tilted to the side. They seemed completely engrossed in each other, but you caught Mickey’s gaze, and you could see him grin against Roman’s lips. He had a hand moving behind Roman’s belt, and you could hear Roman moan quietly into the kiss.

"Do you guys actually get any work done here?" you asked, smirking at Roman as he turned to look at you, his glasses half askew. "Or do you literally screw around all day?"

Mickey grinned wide, showing teeth, his hand not faltering in the least. "We might get more done if we did screw. Roman here struts around all day with a stick up his ass when what he really needs is—"

"Finish that sentence, and I’ll stick your own foot up your ass," Roman said, adjusting his glasses.

"So violent!" Mickey said mock dramatically, the hand in Roman’s pants moving faster. Roman grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him into another more savage kiss. He pulled away after a few moments and turned to you.

"Come here, y/n."

You moved a bit, responding to Roman’s command as if on autopilot. But you only took a few steps before stopping again. "I’m supposed to be investigating," you pointed out. "How are you even this horny when there’s a potential mass murderer on the loose?"

"That just makes us hornier." Mickey grinned wolfishly at you, pulling his hand out of Roman’s pants unceremoniously and tugging his shirt over his head. Roman was unbuttoning his own shirt when Mickey grabbed it and pulled, causing a few buttons to go flying in various directions.

"What the FUCK, Mickey?!" Roman cursed, looking down at his ruined shirt.

"You have 50 identical shirts." Mickey shrugged, smiling unapologetically.

You laughed out loud but made quick work of your own shirt to avoid Mickey trying the same thing with you. You joined them, smirking as Mickey’s eyes went straight to your bare chest. "I knew you weren’t wearing a bra," he purred, pulling you to him. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. He pulled away as he felt Roman tug at you, and you were easily swept into another kiss against Roman’s fuller lips. You fiddled with his belt, pulling it off and lowering his pants, even as you felt Mickey’s hands reaching for your own pants.

"Don’t rip them!" You warned him, and he snickered but complied, being careful not to cause any damage. "Do we even have enough time?" you asked belatedly, pulling your panties off next.

"No one’s gonna come looking for him," Mickey said, jabbing at Roman with a thumb.

"We have about an hour," Roman said, scowling at Mickey. He set his glasses aside and pulled you in again, hoisting you up easily. You wrapped your arms around him, and he tugged your legs around his hips. You moaned throatily when you felt him position himself and let you slide down on him. You looked behind you, trying to see what Mickey was doing, and then felt him crowd behind you, his chest touching your back as he positioned himself next.

"Fuck, M-Mickey!" you choked, feeling almost painfully full. You hissed as they began to move, and it felt strange at first as they tried to establish a rhythm. When they found it, they worked flawlessly together. Your head fell against Mickey’s shoulder, writhing helplessly between them. Roman’s hands smoothed down your back, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. His hands kneaded your cheeks, spreading them a bit more for Mickey. Meanwhile, Mickey’s hands closed around your tits, fondling them. You bit your lip, trying not to scream out your pleasure, especially when one of Mickey’s hands lowered to your pussy. His fingers flicked your clit, and you were nearly shaking apart from the pleasure. He chucked lowly next to your ear, tormenting you with his fingers. A moan escaped your lips as they pressed in even closer together, sandwiching you between them as they kissed.

"Fuck, oh my god," you whined desperately. Your nails dug into Roman’s back, and you buried your face in his shoulder, trying to muffle your shouts against it as they increased their pace, hammering inside you. "I’m gonna cum!" you cried pitifully, basically drooling against his sweaty skin. You bit down on his shoulder, and you heard him hiss a bit, but he only pounded you harder for it. Mickey’s hand rubbed between your legs harder, and you screamed as you came, ecstasy exploding through your body. Your eyes were screwed shut, your teeth digging lightly into Roman’s shoulder. One of his hands fisted your hair, right on the edge of pain, as you felt him come next. Mickey’s hands fondled your tits again, rougher this time as he came last.

You stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard together. Then they pulled out slowly, letting you down gently. You could barely stand on your own, feeling yourself lean against Mickey. You grimaced a bit, feeling their come leaking out of you. Roman handed you your underwear, and you used them to clean up a little. The three of you walked a few steps to the cool leather couch and collapsed on it. You had no concept of time, feeling overheated and exhausted. You felt like you might fall asleep until you felt Roman move. He placed a kiss on your cheek before getting up. Mickey placed a kiss on your lips, his hand teasing you again, before Roman batted his hand away.

"Fuck time’s over. Hurry up and get dressed," he said sternly.

Mickey rolled his eyes as he looked at you, and you smiled tiredly. He got up, following Roman, and hugged him from behind, rubbing against him suggestively. Roman pulled out of his grip and barked, "Not now, Mick!"

You giggled as Mickey grinned at you and shrugged, pulling his clothes back on. Roman was carefully buttoning a fresh shirt, glaring at Mickey for having ruined his old one. He smoothed his hair and checked his appearance in a mirror, making sure nothing was out of place. Mickey only gave himself a cursory glance over Roman’s shoulder and turned to walk away. He leaned over you to kiss you again, pinching your tit lightly before going out the door. Roman brought your clothes over, leaving them next to you. He gave you a quick kiss on your lips and followed Mickey out.

You’re not sure how long you lay there, using your clothes as a makeshift pillow. You were relaxed, your mind thankfully blank from all your previous worries. The stress in your limbs bled away with the pleasure. When your phone rang.

You ignored it for a while, but the insistent ringing wouldn’t stop, and you eventually moved, rifling through your clothes, searching lazily for it. As your hand closed around it, you answered, forgetting to check the caller ID. Your chief’s voice sounded through the speaker, and you felt a tiny bit of apprehension creep back in.

"Y/N? Are you there?" His voice was muffled as you pressed the phone to your cheek and sighed.

"Yeah, sorry, what’s up?" you asked.

"I'm just checking up on my best detective," he flattered. "How's your time off?"

"Good. I think maybe a week off was a good idea after all. I’m ready to come back in to work, though," you said hopefully, crossing your fingers as an afterthought.

"I’m not so sure about that," he said doubtfully. "You look tired."

You faltered, your breath catching in your throat. "What?" you croaked.

"You sound tired," he replied, sounding concerned.

"Oh...um," you swallowed, your heart doing backflips in your chest. "I just had a long night," you said, clearing your throat. You heard shuffling and then your partner’s voice.

"I bet," he chuckled.

You felt your hackles rise a bit.

"What’s up? Why’d you guys call me?" You asked again, your eyebrows furrowing.

"Just making sure you’re taking it easy and getting some much-needed rest," he answered, sounding oddly sly.

"I am. I just finished exercising. Now I think I’m going to take a nap," you lied, feeling annoyed at their meddling.

"Yeah, a nap is probably a good idea," and this time his voice transitioned smoothly into that creepy tone you came to dread. "Better for your health than chasing ghosts..."

You barely contained a gasp; every cell in your body freezing up. Your hand shook a tiny bit, holding the phone unsteadily next to your ear. "You..." you whispered. Your eyes darted around, and your other hand pulled your blouse closed, trying awkwardly to button it with one hand. "Where are you?" you questioned, your eyes darting around the room uselessly. There was no way they were there, but your mind was still buzzing with anxiety and paranoia.

"Closer than you think," the voice taunted.

You hastily put on your pants, not bothering with zipping them, as you crept close to one of the windows and moved the curtain just enough to peek out. You saw a ton of people, but none that stood out. You wished you could see the set to make sure Mickey and Roman were safe, but it was well out of view from here.

"Why don’t you come out? Or are you too afraid to face me? Easier to target a bunch of armature actors, huh? You probably jump out from behind them too, like a fucking pussy," you spat, glaring as you scanned the crowd outside harder.

"I guess I should pick on someone my own size," the voice said easily. "Like one of those boyfriends of yours."

You felt your heart stutter, and you moved away from the window again. No one knew. No one was supposed to know. No one except...you shook your head, slumping against the wall. "I don’t have a boyfriend," you said, trying to inject as much confidence into your voice as you could.

"Then who were those two guys I watched fuck you?" the voice asked, sending chills through you. Your eyes darted around the room again, and now you swept through it, running your hand over every surface and trying to squint into every crevice, looking for a camera or some sort of listening device. "You put on quite a show," a cruel laugh. "And here I thought you were such a good girl," he mocked. "Turns out you’re actually a little slut," the voice turned sharp. "You handle cocks better than your gun."

"Fuck you, you fucking creep!" you snapped. "I fucking dare you to crawl out of whatever hole you’re hiding in and face me like a fucking man. Stop using that fake voice, take off your goofy mask, and let’s talk face-to-face," you challenged brazenly. Emotions of shame, anger, and fear mixing with extreme adrenaline. "We’ll see how good I am with my gun," and as you said it, you snatched it up, gripping it in your right hand.

The voice laughed again, making you clench the phone tight enough to make you wonder if it might actually snap in your grip. "We might just take you up on your offer. Soon."

"We?" You sneered and barked out a laugh. "Can’t hack it on your own?"

"Oh, one of us is more than enough to kill you. But one dick just wouldn’t be enough for a whore like you, would it?" The voice sneered back maliciously.

"You fucking low-life rat!" you hissed, trying to stop your voice from shaking. As furious as you felt, your heart rate was also spiking, flooding your system with panic and fright.

"See you soon, y/n."

The line went dead, and you walked over to the couch, tossing your phone aside and running a hand through your hair. Within moments, the door was swinging open, and your head snapped up, your hand instantly pointing the gun, safety off.

tbc?

#scream #ghostface #mickey altieri #roman bridger #ghostface x reader #romickey

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fwaooo · 1 year

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modern day private detective & assistant au dinluke

Din is a former fugitive recovery agent turned private detective after adopting Grogu, who he found during a case. He still uses his wide connections to find work big or small. He rents/freeloads/??? in a 3-story building owned by Boba. He and Grogu live on the 3rd floor, Din's detective office is 2nd floor and 1st floor is Boba's hybrid cafe-bar.

Luke, struggling college student studying folklore and mythology, works in Boba's cafe part-time. After saving Grogu by smacking a potential kidnapper in the face with his textbook, he becomes the occasional babysitter. Generally cheery and friendly, but will not hesitate to punt point a rude customer out the door. (He knows Boba won't mind)

The progression of Luke and Din's relationship is "Oh Boba's new hire" to "Cute barista that remembers my order" to "Grogu's emergency babysitter" to "Luke that comes in just at the right moment to deliver me free coffee"

Din and Luke are friends, Boba's impressed that Luke managed to befriend Din so quickly and vaguely suspects him of witchcraft (but as long as it brings in cafe customers who cares???)

Soon, Luke spends most of his break up in Din's office, with free coffee brought as an offering, chatting about casual things, and listening to Din vent about the case he's stuck on. And Luke, with his great intuition, often makes remarks that give Din his breakthrough.

Except the thing is, the supernatural exist in this world. The are creatures, there is magic, and the Force kinda exists too. Over half the things Luke is studying??? Yeah, it's real. Hidden, but real. And all those utterly baffling cases Din sometimes got??? Supernatural ties to them. And Luke??? Luke absolutely recognized that and half of his "very intuitive" remarks are him giving Din explanations or hints to gloss over the supernatural portion that Din had no way of knowing.

Eventually, Din finds out that A. magic is real and B. Grogu is not full-human. Oh and C. he attracts all these supernatural-linked cases. So, Luke becomes his supernatural expert who... also may have powers????

Please just weary, private detective Din forever reluctant to accept the supernatural with his sunshine, weirdgirl assistant Luke that will absolutely punch a demon, and the adorable toddler Grogu who clearly has pointed ears and floats shit.

Din trying to solve the missing statue that seemingly teleported across the city and Luke coming in with the supernatural lore of the week. It can be as small, fun mysteries to terrifying shit like an impossible murder caused by Monkey’s Paw. If anyone knows Tokyo Babylon or xxxHolic mix of modern day cases and mysteries with supernatural elements!!

#fanfic ideas #dinluke #luke skywalker #modern au #detective au #barista luke skywalker #detective din djarin #chock full of all my favorite tropes #CLAMP shaped me to who i am today and it shows

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truecrimecrystals · 1 month

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Christina Leonard was only 33 years-old when her life was brutally taken in July 2019.

The young woman was a resident of Tuscon, Arizona. She was also five months pregnant at the time of her death. Christina and her loved ones were looking forward to the arrival of her baby girl. Unfortunately, both Christina and her unborn child were killed on July 3rd, 2019.

It was around 11:00 AM when a Pima County resident driving by the 4900 block of Cactus Wren Avenue spotted a woman lying on the ground. The resident called 911 and reported seeing "a woman that appeared to have collapsed." Police responded to the scene and found that the woman was actually deceased.

Said woman was soon identified as Christina Leonard. Her body was found on the ground next to her vehicle. Christina had suffered obvious signs of trauma, and her death was subsequently classified as a murder.

It was eventually determined that Christina was last heard from around 9:30 AM on the morning of the murder. By approximately 11:00 AM, her body was found. Christina was killed within that 90-minute timeframe, during which, according to investigators, "she may have traveled to meet someone."

Authorities have never revealed the exact cause of Christina's death. In 2022, Pima County Detective Lisa Johnson told reporters that they declined to disclose this information because it's "information only the suspect would know." However, Johnson did share that the investigators believe Christina knew her killer.

Details about the investigation have otherwise been kept under wraps. While dozens of warrants have reportedly been served, detectives have not released any names of potential suspects or persons of interest. It's been noted that Christina was a private person, which has made her murder even more difficult to solve. As such, both investigators and Christina's family members have appealed to the public in hopes that someone with information that could solve the case will come forward.

If you have any information that could help solve the murder of Christina Leonard, please contact the Pima County Sheriff’s Department at (520) 351-4900 or submit an anonymous tip online.

#christina leonard #murder case #unsolved #unsolved murder #unsolved mystery #arizona #true crime #true crime research #tcoriginal #2019

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micamicster · 10 months

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tell me how you'd adapt the book you're most itching to talk about at this moment!

ok so for this one im going to talk about rivers of london, a book series that is theoretically going to actually GET a tv adaptation (ben aaronovitch i am FREE i have THOUGHTS you can hear those thoughts at micamicster dot tumblr dot com).

I have a LOT of thoughts please brace yourselves.

I've talked about it on here before, but to recap: it's a series of detective novels set in a fantasy london of the 2000s. The narrator and protagonist, a biracial police officer (im so sorry for posting about cops. this series and elementary get me every time), discovers the existence of magic when he interviews a ghost as a witness to a murder. In the first book he apprentices with a wizard, becomes embroiled in a territory dispute between the gods of the titular Rivers (most of whom are black women), and attempts to solve the murder the story opened with.

There's like 9(? im not caught up) novels that follow this, so there's a lot of material to work with. They're all solid detective novels in their own right, with each one following a specific case, as well as expanding the magical universe, and contributing to a series-long arc.

Okay I think the biggest draws a potential tv show would have are a) the addictive combination of the detective/mystery genre and the fantasy elements. The rivers are both an intriguing element of the magic system and great characters in their own right. b) the protagonist (funny. observant. self-deprecating. immediately begins conducting scientific experiments on magic in an attempt to establish units... i love you peter). So any tv show would need to make the most of those elements! We would need equal attention paid to the central mystery and to developing the unique magic system. And, as the author himself has said, we would need a charismatic powerhouse of a lead actor to carry the show!

I think that the first book could easily be a single season of tv--there's a TON going on, and a lot of characters to introduce! However I do really love the idea of having multiple cases per season, in a nod to the detective procedural format. So i would most likely have the first 3 books cases happen in the first season, with 2-3 episodes dedicated to each case, while the rivers conflict is a season long arc. This would give us more time with the rivers in general and beverly specifically (beverly brooke my beloved <3) to compensate for the fact that the second and third books in the series don't deal as much with the rivers, so they won't feel absent while those cases are being dealt with.

I might push leslie's arc back slightly, so that as the rivers conflict gets solved she shows up again? And then end season 2 with the broken homes arc. This would require adding some additional cases to season 2 but with the graphic novels and the novellas i think there's a wealth of material to draw from for some straightforward 2-episode cases, while giving more room to the personal stuff and character arcs.

I've been fantasizing about an opening credit sequence that's like an animated map of london's rivers, beginning in antiquity and with the city springing up around it over the centuries until we reach the modern day. Would that i could animate! or draw for that matter...

I also have a soundtrack ive made for this show that does not exist yet. ben aaronovitch i am available! i can make time in my residency to contribute to this show i swear i can! I'll link to it if anyone would like <3

The tv show is unlikely to get made tbh but i just think it could be SO much fun :(

#ask games #thank you for asking! i hope this word vomit is what you were looking for lol #my sister is shaking her head at me right now because she KNOWS im supposed to be writing but instead... this. sorry baby <3 #i'll answer the rest of these tomorrow probably? about to have to help my friends family with dinner <3 #thank you all!#rivers of london #adaptation ask game

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hiddenwashington · 11 months

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the streets of washington dc are never truly calm, but the months since the last massacre have been fairly relaxed by this city’s standards. as winter turns to spring, and spring turns to summer, the cherry blossoms begin to fade, schools finish up for the year, and people spend more time lingering out in the streets, the heat and the longer daylight hours a good lure to go out more often.

unfortunately, that lure will end up being the doom of some of the citizens of this city. once again, magic weaves through the people in the city, this time slipping into people’s heads and altering their minds without their notice. most of the time, they will remain as themselves, with nothing seeming off about them in the slightest. but at random times, with seemingly no trigger, a switch will flip, and they will turn into a killer, stalking their victims through the streets until they manage to catch them alone and finish them off.

as soon as the kill is done and they are far enough away to avoid suspicion, all thoughts of it are blocked out of their mind, so there is no way to tell who might be guilty, beyond any clues they themselves might leave in their magic induced haze. unlike most chaos in the city, this isn’t one night of horror, nor is it a few days of fighting for your life. the city is unchanged, bar the growing body count, and the police have no leads, no indication of why this is happening, or any idea of who might be next. as things progress, the stakes grow higher and higher as more victims are picked off, and it may be time to take matters into your own hands.

TLDR; we’re throwing a city-wide murder mystery!! the magic of the city, or maybe just the boredom that has taken over peoples minds has brought us a string of unsolved murders, ones that are attacking anyone and everyone with little rhyme or reason. it will be up to you, our investigators, our members, to solve these murders and stop the criminals before they can continue to take our loved ones from us!

OOC INFORMATION

hello -- welcome to the big reveal of the secret we have been working on for weeks now !! hidden's official 15th event !! we are so, so excited to bring you this event, which can involve both in-character speculation AND ooc teamwork! this is related to our not-at-all-suspicious poll a while back, so there are both MURDERERS and POTENTIAL VICTIMS among you members; you’ll just have to wait and see who will end up being who. please read on for all of the rules and information surrounding the event, and have fun! we have appreciated all of your love and support, and the excitement we've seen just from the poll alone, and we really hope that you all love this as much as we do!!

DATES :

june 10 - june 24

this event will last two weeks both in and out of character!

IC INFORMATION :

there is a (secret) number of murderers hidden among you! (cue theme music) you may open your inbox one day to find an anonymous note from one of these secret murderers-- that one of your characters has now become a VICTIM of the magic killing spree plaguing the city.

so your task (out of character!) is to work together with the other members to figure out who is committing these crimes. you are the investigators and detectives! luckily, a series of clues will point your way, some of them requiring you to complete puzzles, search pages on the main, or even other members’ blogs and intro posts… but teamwork and combined brainpower will be necessary to solve the mystery.

all clues will be dropped by our mystery sideblog, @hwmystery -- so please FOLLOW that account so you can keep up-to-date about hints, clues, and investigations. this is also the sideblog where you will submit your guesses ooc! see below for guessing logistics.

please also be sure to turn on anon messaging, in your inbox! this is so if your characters get murdered, our murderers can remain anonymous. the exception is if you didn’t submit any potential victims to the poll. if that is the case, you do not need to turn on anon.

we will also be opening an ooc discussion category on the discord (HWEVENT15) where you can theorize, throw out ideas, share your findings, seek out help for the puzzles, overall chat and react to the event unfolding without worry about what channel to put it in. if you think you figured something out, share it in the channel! we hope this will give you all a chance to get to know each other a little better and collaborate together. the admins are happy to keep adding channels / threads as needed!

there is NO mandatory pause on non-event threads for the duration of this event; as in, you can continue with your current non-event threads while this is all occurring.

however, there WILL be an activity check pause-- as in, we will not be checking activity these two weeks, because we want you all to focus on having fun and trying to solve the clues!

PLEASE NOTE -- just because activity will be paused from june 10th - june 24th, that does not mean that we wont still be checking activity in the coming week. that pause will only go into effect on the 10th, so PLEASE make sure you are still active throughout this week!!!

FOR MURDERERS :

if the main already contacted you via dm about one of your characters being a murderer-- shhhh, remember to keep it SECRET! your character cannot even THINK about their role (in plots, threads, etc). we cannot stress enough: nothing you post on the dash (plot calls, replies, etc) should give away your character’s ‘murderer’ status!!

if/when your character gets caught by our investigators (the other members), they will be briefly imprisoned until the magic murder compulsion has left the city. so try not to get caught! play innocent! throw suspicion on other characters in your threads or in the discord, feel free to lie! and have fun with it.

remember to see our (secret!) google doc we sent you if you need reminders about how to alert the victims of your “kills.” you can decide to space those out throughout the two-week event however you like. please don’t switch up your kills from who you already decided and marked on the spreadsheet. once you kill the victim anonymously, please also dm the main to let us know that the deed is done!

(if you happened to see on the spreadsheet that one of your other characters will be a victim… shhhhh. pretend you didn’t see it and don’t let anything slip until you get the murder anon in your inbox.)

once your character is caught by the members, we’ll let you know, and your character will no longer get to murder people, even if you had other victims you’d previously chosen (though you can still continue threads until the conclusion of the event). please do not kill anyone after you’ve been caught !!

as for solving the murders, you're welcome to participate, as you only know the identity of one killer! and of course, if you notice someone getting a little too close to that one killer, you are always welcome to come up with a different answer to the clue and sow a little discord amongst the sleuths!

FOR CONCERNED CITIZENS (AKA POTENTIAL VICTIMS) :

if you haven’t heard from the main to accept a role as a murderer… none of your characters are the secret murderer! but if you submitted anyone on our secret poll as a possible victim, they might fall prey to the killers. again, please be sure to turn ON anon messaging in your inbox.

IF you receive an anonymous message in your inbox stating that one of your characters has been taken out by the murderer, please post it to your blog, and dm it to the main. we’ll reblog the ask from there, so everyone can see who’s been murdered so far.

you are welcome to continue pre-event threads with that murdered character, but all murdered victims WILL stay deceased until the end of the two weeks, so you will not be able to start any new threads.

you are also, of course, welcome to plot out who finds your muse after their death, so go crazy and have a blast with that!

we will then update killed characters’ memories accordingly, after the event (aka on june 24th after the end of the event, everyone murdered will either swap from aware to unaware, or unaware to aware, depending on what memory status they had before their death). you will not need to request this switch to the main; we will post them all at once from the main, and tag you in that post on the 24th.

if you didn’t submit anyone on the poll as a possible victim, none of your characters will get killed! but your muses can still participate by theorizing in-character, deciding to investigate on their own, staying inside for fear of being murdered themselves… however you think they would react to the chaos. and we would still encourage you to participate in the ooc investigations as well!

HOW TO GUESS THE MURDERERS :

we will pin this info at the top of the murder mystery sideblog, but if you think you’ve solved the clues and pinned down a murderer, you’ll want to send a message to the sideblog with this format: I believe that [CHARACTER NAME] killed [VICTIM(S) names].

we’ll post your guess with no commentary except to let you (and everyone else) know if you were correct or incorrect! if you’re incorrect… it’s back to the drawing board you go!

you can only place a guess ONCE per calendar day, so make sure that you’ve followed the trail to the right suspect… ( we're keep track of guess frequency here if you want to follow along )

if you win by guessing correctly, you get accolades, a celebration, an imaginary commemorative medal from the president of dc, and a secret prize that will be revealed at the end :)

once someone’s caught, they’ll go straight to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200. if no one manages to catch a certain murderer for the duration of the game… they get away with it! yikes!! so please, for the sake of the citizens of dc, work hard to get this mystery solved!

FINAL QUICK HOUSEKEEPING :

make sure you’ve followed the sideblog @ hwmystery to keep up with any latest news, victim announcements, and clues!

the event doesn’t start until june 10th, but feel free to begin plotting now! if you’d like to post a plot call about what your characters are doing during all of this, how they feel about potential killers on the loose, how involved they’re getting with the investigations, or who they suspect once murders start occuring, go ahead! (secret murderers-- remember that the city’s magic prevents them from being consciously aware that they are a murderer! aka please do not hint at anything in your plot calls that could give it away!)

if you plan to have a character with a major injury or non-mystery-murderer death (maybe defending themselves from a perfectly innocent party! maybe fighting with someone who your muse assumed was a suspect! maybe your character was taken down wrongly by another vigilante character!) be sure to run those major plots by the main beforehand, as always.

this event does involve some level of murder (obviously), so please be sure to tag triggers appropriately.

please also tag all event-related posts with hw15, hwevent15, hwmurdermystery, or some variation.

as stated above, there is no event pause from june 10-24, so you’re welcome to continue your pre-event threads as well as starting new threads to discuss the ongoing events! if your character becomes a victim and they die, they WILL be dead until june 24th. but also as stated above, we won’t be checking activity on anyone until after the event, so that you can focus on having fun.

that’s it! if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send us a message on the main or shoot any of us a dm! please LIKE this post when you’ve read over it entirely, and have fun plotting and theorizing!

#hwevent15 #hw: event #hw: admin

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thepurpleroom-if · 10 months

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K Larue (The Partner)

Gender: Male or Female

Age: 27

Height: 5'9"/175 cm (M) or 5'5"/165 cm (F)

Role: Long-time partner and best friend.

Detailed personality description:

Cheerful and friendly. Their cheerfulness lightens the atmosphere even in the darkest of cases. Know the names of every person in town and remember each one of them (but seriously, they remember each one of them).

Sweet and thoughtful. Known for their considerate nature, always ready to lend a listening ear and offer support (basically a go-to person). Their thoughtfulness extends to small gestures that show they genuinely care about the well-being of their friends and coworkers (even though they hate some of them).

Clingy. Will make every effort to stay very close to you 24/7. If they find you not coming in for work, they will knock on your door, demand that you open the door, or they will kick it down.

Mischievous and impulsive. Always up to something with or without supervision. Known for their impulsive decisions, which can sometimes lead to unexpected outcomes, both positive and negative.

Jealous. Very jealous person. Even when they see you talking to a child and that child is making you laugh, they will try to grab your attention and usher you to a different location while sticking their tongue out to mock the kid.

Job qualities: Courageous, ambitious, competence, and resilience.

H Moreno (The Captain)

Gender: Male or Female

Height: 6'2"/185 cm (M) or 5'10"/177 cm (F)

Age: 33

Role: Captain of your police precinct.

Detailed personality description:

Serious and intimidating. Their stern expression and commanding presence demand respect from colleagues and subordinates. The wrinkles in their forehead cannot be any deeper.

Rational and direct. Guided by logic and reason, preferring to base decisions on evidence and facts rather than emotions. They communicate in a direct manner, getting straight to the point and avoiding unnecessary overstatement.

Tough. They will always be tough in any situation because their principle is, 'I need to keep it together, or everything else will crumble'. What a statement, but they actually reserved the mushy side for their beloved one.

Introvert and judgmental. They would rather be alone than interact with others. But don't be fooled by their quietness, as they will judge you, whether it's your walking, eating, or anything really.

Perfectionist. They have high standards and expect nothing less than excellence from themselves and their team. Their pursuit of perfection can lead to extreme concentration and a drive to achieve the best possible outcomes.

Job qualities: Resourceful, self-discipline, committed, strong sense of justice and fairness.

D Keller (The Reporter)

Gender: Male or Female

Height: 5'7"/170 cm (M) or 5'5"/165 cm (F)

Age: 26

Role: The reporter who's obsessed with the case.

Detailed personality description:

Playful and charming. This makes them likeable and engaging in social situations. Their wit and sense of humor often draw people in, even when discussing serious topics, especially when there's a murder to solve.

Inquisitive and adventurous. They possess a strong sense of curiosity and aren't afraid to pursue new leads or explore uncharted territories. They're always seeking answers and are willing to go to great lengths (which is quite dangerous for them) to uncover the truth.

Cunning. They have a knack for strategic thinking and finding unconventional solutions. Their cunning nature allows them to navigate complex situations and discover information that others might overlook.

Indecisive and unpredictable. Their inquisitiveness and adventurous spirit sometimes make them indecisive, as they weigh multiple options and potential outcomes. This indecisiveness can lead to unpredictability in their actions and decisions.

Evasive. They are evasive af, so please don't ask about their past, or you will make them annoyed.

Job qualities: Persistence, assertive, perceptive, realistic.

Unknown (The ???)

Gender: Male or Female

Height: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Role: Unknown

#interactive fiction #detective #WIP #crime #mystery #Demo #thepurpleroom #TPR

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kkpaaw · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR THE VIDEO GAME "PROCESS OF ELIMINATION" CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

This game was amazing! It had me on the edge the entire time I was playing it! And then ending??? When It was revealed that my precious Doleful was the Quartering Duke? I felt...SO betrayed you don't understand.

I was prepared for him to like end up as a potential victim, like maybe his luck in surviving close calls would rum out and we would have to figure out how he got killed despite his danger magnet ability. I was preparing myself for that potential outcome but I was NOT prepared for this.

The ending was SO good but In truth i wish we got more of a follow up ngl. Like Incompetents last line before the epilogue implied that they were gonna do to Doleful what the did with Renegade? Like making him use his abilities for good? At least that's what i got from it?

I could be absolutely wrong because He did get apprehended on the ship but hey, I would like to imagine that they made him useful like that cuz, despite everything his ability is VERY helpful and useful to solving cases (and im just biased as hell and would hate to see him locked up) Dunno how they would force him to help since the little collar Renegade wore wouldn't work because of his invincibility, but hey maybe he can become a permenant partner to Incompetent who would be able to foresee any potential killings he might try and do. Maybe help him turn that mindset he has around. (Also because I ship them two so badly, I swear every alone moment between them was screaming romantic tension)

Also can we talk about this image of my boi??

I was in so much denial up until i saw this and had to give in that he was the Quartering Duke. The music it this scene is also so amazing and eerie. Fits perfectly!

Tho the ending line for the game very much confused me. I honestly have no idea what the line implies but it kinda worries me? Especially considering we were brought to the island for the Detective Elimination Project by Senior (who was working with/for Doleful AKA the Duke). So to have the name of our future project be called that exact same thing? Deeply weird ngl. What exactly are they planning on doing? If anyone who played the game knows what that ending entails please do tell me cuz I'm completely confused.

Workaholic turning out to be Diabolic who was the one who kidnapped us? Wasn't expecting that either. Tho that made him immediately climb up to my top three favorite characters cuz he became SO much more interesting and made me wanna know more about him after that everytime he showed up after? Ya homegirl got hella happy and excited. Was very sad when he died THO i was expecting him too. People who follow the trope he did usually end up being killed so I'm not surprised he died tho i was very sad.

I wasn't expecting Renegade to die tho frfr. Thought he would survive till the end so his murder was unexpected for sure!

Overall I loved the game and I hope more people play it and enjoy it so I can talk to more people about it! I know it gets compared to Danganronpa ALOT (Doesn't help that Wato looks alot like Shuichi) but I fr think it's definitely capable of standing on its own.

My top fav 5 characters

1. Doleful (which is why his truth hurt so much ahshs)

2. Incompetent

3. Workaholic

4. Mystic

5. Bookworm

Alright that's all I got ahsjs

Credit to BAI GAMING on YouTube for the screenshots. Was too lazy to open my copy of the game for them so I got them from him!

#process of elimination #PoE #tantei bokumetsu #tanboku #kkpaaw #review #not really #just discussing how i felt at certain points

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sinfulspencer · 2 years

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The Black Dahlia (pt.2)

Prompt: Spencer and Daisy, now named Dahlia, meet again.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: murder, death, blood, violence, the Black Dahlia case

Words: 8.9k

A.N.: Reminder: Reader is a serial killer. There’s nothing romantic in what she’s doing, so please, do not romanticize her character or defend her from her actions. She needs to be held accountable for her manipulative and murderous behaviour, end of the story. Keep in mind that this is a fanfiction: I do not condone the actions of the characters, nor I support them – and I certainly do not encourage such actions. Stay safe! x

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The days have passed with no particular events and the team is still stuck in Arlington, trying to find a way to solve the case without causing too much of a fuss. They are all affected by how nothing seems to be giving them a lead - nothing in these women’s lives is weird or off.

They were all loved, no enemies, no fights, no problems at work.

Nothing seemed to have sparked an interesting starting point.

Unfortunately it was difficult to keep the case away from the media, because someone leaked something - and the whole city turned against each other, creating havoc from one side of the town to the other.

Neighbours accused neighbours.

Young teenagers didn’t want to go to school.

Fights, fake accusations, calls to the local PD.

“Penelope, you’re on speaker.”

Spencer puts his phone at the center of the table, putting his hands on the edge of the table.

“Okay, I found something really, really awful about these teachers. I’m not sure it’s something, but it could potentially be a lead.” - Penelope mumbles, typing something on her computer - “Twenty years ago there was a case, or a situation, of a serial rapist in this town. And guess what?”

Emily raises her brows, crossing her arms to her chest. “These women have either been victims or witnesses?”

David leans back against his chair. “How did we miss that?”

“We didn’t! I had to grab a bigger shovel and dig into the city’s past in order to unseal those files! The case was dismissed because all women were minors when that happened and their parents retracted the accusations.” - Penelope exclaims, agitation in her voice - “They were convinced their daughters were lying. There wasn't enough proof to charge the man, so he was released a day after and the case was shut down. No one ever saw those three women ever again because their parents sent them to a correctional facility here in Arlington for their problematic behaviour.”

Spencer sits down on the chair with his hands grabbing the edge of the table. He doesn’t like where this is going and he doesn’t like the fact that you’ve hinted him to kill the man before he could get to you. Why would this man get to you again? Why would he touch you?

What were you talking about?

If this has something to do with an old case, it means he has something to do with you and your past. Spencer doesn’t know how you found out about this case, but you’re on the run - maybe you stumbled here in Arlington, maybe you saw the murderer, maybe you know something.

Spencer hopes to find another flower in his bedroom later.

“Okay, so these women were victims of a serial rapist.” - JJ chimes into the conversation, looking at Luke - “Do we think it’s the same man seeking revenge? Were Beatrice, Elizabeth and Zoe the only victims?”

Silence fills the room for a few seconds, then it gets interrupted by Penelope’s disgusted voice.

“No, unfortunately they weren’t. Three more girls came forward against the same mea and their story matched the stories of our three victims. I’m going to send you all their names and their addresses, if you want to talk with them.” - Penelope says, humming - “They disappeared as well and came back to Arlington a year later from the same correctional facility.”

Spencer is quiet, barely looking at the file.

He’s lost in his thoughts, trying not to let the anger show through his eyes. He knows he’s being observed by half of his team and he can’t let his emotions get the best of him. Spencer has to protect you from them and from the man you’re so desperately begging him to catch, but what happened?

Did he touch you? Were you one of the victims as well?

What led you to send Spencer a flower and beg him to capture this man?

Spencer crosses his legs under the table, moving his eyes to the phone. “Penelope, who was the primary suspect? Can we have a name?”

“I’m trying to find it, but it seems… Oh.”

Oh?

Spencer exchanges a glance with Luke, as they speak in unison. “Oh?”

“Robert Y/L/N.”

The whole team goes silent as soon as the surname leaves Penelope’s lips. Spencer is the most affected for obvious reasons, but JJ and Luke are too. They keep looking at their colleague, then at each other. They’re trying to keep him calm, especially Luke who puts both his hands on Spencer’s shoulders - this is not a great situation.

This is dangerous.

“Any connection with Y/N Y/L/N?”

Penelope hums through the speaker. “Yes, he’s her uncle. He used to live here in Arlington until those accusations were made. He had to move away when they were dropped and… Oh wow.”

Do you have something to do with it?

Do you know anything about the case?

Luke wonders if you’re here right now, if you’re doing this to punish the man accused of raping too many women in such a little town. Is this your way to bring justice to the families? By killing the women and making it look like it’s your uncle’s fault?

Or is it really your uncle’s doing?

It wouldn’t make sense that you’d start killing women. You’ve never even thought about doing that because you have a specific target in your mind, but maybe this is another way to taunt the team.

To taunt Spencer.

Is it, though?

Are you able to kill a woman without feeling sorry for her? Are you able to kill a woman by severing her body in half, cutting her all over and dropping her body somewhere in a park?

You’re a psychopath, but you have a set of very strong beliefs you’re not going to let go. However, as JJ said, the team has to keep in mind all the possibilities of you switching the victimology to get them off your back - you could be using old cases from your family tree to cover up your tracks, but why would you be so careless?

Why would you use your uncle’s crimes to cover your tracks?

Why would you let the FBI investigate something like this?

Unless you have nothing to do with these crimes and you’re actually innocent, for once in your life.

“When Robert moved to Georgetown, he was quiet for years. He even got married and had a child with a woman named Cecily. They were happy, nothing much happened, until.. another string of accusations were made against him.” - Penelope speaks through gritted teeth. These cases are not easy to read about - “This time he targeted four women in their early 20’s. He killed one of them and was sent to prison for eight years.”

Luke looks at Spencer for a brief second, noticing how he’s grasping his trousers with one hand and using the other to draw circles on the surface of the table. His colleague is trying his best to maintain a calm demeanour, but his body language is betraying him.

Does he know something?

“Let me guess, he was released a year ago and moved back here.”

“Reid, you… scare me sometimes.” - Penelope chirps, hoping to bring some light with her joke - “Yes, Robert was released a year ago. Initially he went back to Georgetown for Cecily, but she got married again and filed a restraining order against him.”

That’s the stressor.

“Then, Robert came back to Arlington. He was quiet again, and then… He disappeared. No telephone traceable, no home address, no job. Nothing. It’s like he vanished, but we all know he’s not vanished.” - Penelope mumbles, typing something else on her computer - “I’m going to send you everything I’ve found on Robert and his photos.”

“Thank you Penelope, you did a great job.”

Spencer hangs up the call and stands up from the chair, immediately heading out of the room. He feels sick, as if there’s something at the pit of his stomach that begs to get out of his body - hearing the sound of your name coming from Penelope’s lips and how your uncle was accused of such crimes, drives Spencer mad.

Did you know about what he did? Were you one of his victims?

Spencer needs to breathe some fresh air or he’s going to go batshit crazy on Robert when he finds the bastard. If he has laid a finger on you, if he even thought about touching you, Spencer is not going to let him leave - he’s going to find a way to make him react during a takedown and he’ll take him down himself.

Whatever it may cost him.

You asked Spencer to find the man before he could get to you. He's not going to disappoint you.

Luke leaves his jacket on his chair and steps out of the conference room to look for his colleague, worried that this situation might have triggered him into thinking about you - and spiralling. It wouldn’t be the first time a case hits a little too close to home, it’s normal to feel like you’re being targeted - and even if Luke doesn’t know that this is not the case, it’s better than him thinking it is.

Finding Spencer in the back of the local PD, with a glass of water in his hands, Luke waves at him.

The other man doesn’t look at him.

“Hey. You okay?”

Spencer shrugs, chugging the glass of water and throwing it in the trashcan. “I’m fine.”

“I can imagine…”

“No, you can’t.” - Spencer cuts him off, shaking his head and pacing back and forth in front of his colleague - “I didn’t come here to Arlington to let her taunt me. I don’t even know if this is a taunt or not! If she wants to find me, why can’t she just talk to me?”

Luke takes a step back, raising his brows. “Do you think this is a sign from her?”

The young doctor inhales deeply, realising that he has made another mistake. He knows damn well that you’re not sending him a message, unless you count the note still folded in Spencer’s pocket.

“I have no idea.”

“Do you think she’s behind these murders?”

Spencer shakes his head without hesitation. “No, she wouldn’t change her victimology so abruptly.”

Luke tilts his head, crossing his arms to his chest. “Not even if those women accused her uncle without proof?”

“Come on, Luke. I’m sure those women all had proof, but the parents dropped the charges because they didn’t want their neighbours to talk shit about the family. We know how these situations go, we’ve dealt with them before and this is exactly what’s happening.” - Spencer spits out, his anger easily detectable by the way he’s moving - “We need to find more proof against Robert and put him behind bars before he grabs another woman.”

Spencer runs back inside the local PD, leaving Luke alone with his thoughts.

Even if he knows that Spencer is angry because Penelope mentioned your name, he has no clue why he’s so passionate about the case - not that there’s anything wrong, it means that Spencer cares about the victims and wants to bring closure to the family, but it feels like there’s something else going on.

There must be something.

Otherwise his behaviour cannot be explained.

Spencer dials Penelope’s number again, walking back inside the conference room. “Can you compile a list of all the women that have accused Robert of his crimes? Every single one of them.”

“Do you want to know if Y/N is one of them?”

“It’s likely she was.”

“Oh, Spencer... yeah, She was.” – Penelope whispers, noticing his voice dropping lower – “I’ll send you everything I can as soon as possible. I promise.”

“Thank you, Garcia.”

It doesn’t take long for Penelope to send the whole team the list of all the twenty women involved with Robert, from the first accusations in Arlington to the last one in Georgetown that ended in murder. Spencer is visibly angry when he stops reading the list, focusing only on one name at the top of the paper, and the whole team knows why.

They don’t say anything, focusing on all the other victims.

“There were seven women here in Arlington that accused Robert of inappropriate behaviour, four of them were killed in the last few months.” – Emily announces to the team, pointing to the glass board behind her – “We need to contact the last three women and put them in protective custody, they’re probably his next target.”

Spencer barely looks up at the board, reading your name over and over.

Is this why you wanted to kill your father? Because he sent you to your uncle’s when he got locked up in prison? You wanted to murder him because he sent you to your abuser? Is this why you’re here in Arlington now, sending Spencer flowers?

The Black Dahlia laying on his nightstand is a clear message, a message he didn't get its meaning at first, but it's obvious now.

You were telling him that there’s a man recreating that murder over and over, targeting those women who accused him and sent him to prison – and for that reason, he lost Cecily. He’s avenging his loss by forcing those families to lose their daughters, because he thinks it’s their fault he didn’t get the life he thought he deserved with his ex wife.

Well, it’s not their fault if Robert is a fucking monster and Cecily wants to protect herself, but psychopaths have a logic of their own.

Spencer folds the paper on the table and puts his right hand in his pocket, brushing his fingers against the note you left in his bedroom a week before. He can’t believe he has missed all of this – if he had told the team what you were trying to do, maybe he could’ve speeded up the process of the investigation. Maybe he would’ve caught him sooner and maybe... Maybe you would’ve graced Spencer with your appearance.

He sounds so fucking crazy right now, he knows it, but he misses you.

He’s desperate to find Robert because once he does, and accomplishes his task, you will come back to him.

That’s all Spencer wants.

You, his Daisy.

JJ closes the door of the conference room, looking at Luke who sits alone at the table, holding his phone. The rest of the team got out to try and talk to Samantha Nolen and Olivia jackson. Luckily, the two women have answered their phone which means they are safe, but JJ or Luke didn't get so lucky with the third woman, Victoria Duncan.

Since she also hasn't posted anything new on her social media accounts, which is unusual for her, they try to contact her family and friends in a desperate attempt to track her.

“She doesn’t answer.”

Luke shakes his head, dialling Victoria’s mother’s number. “Has Garcia tried to contact her friends?”

“She’s calling her best friend, I’m trying her cousin right now.” – JJ says, bringing the phone up to her ear - “I think Robert got to her before us.”

The two agents keep on calling her friends, asking them if they know if Victoria is at work or somewhere else but nobody seems to know anything. They either haven’t seen Victoria in days or they haven’t spoken to her for even a longer time, which alarms JJ and Luke – they need to consider her as a missing person.

They don’t want to find her body, they want to find her alive and well, but maybe Robert got to her before they could do anything.

Spencer and David are having a conversation with Samantha on the other side of Arlington.

The young woman has all of her windows and her doors locked, terrified that whoever was looking for the other three women, who lost their lives and were involved in the charges against Robert, might be searching for her as well. She has been inside her house ever since the second woman was murdered, because they remembered each other pretty well.

Samantha was the first woman who ended up inside that mental health facility not too far from Arlington, paid by her parents in order to keep her quiet. David conducted the whole conversation because he saw how agitated Spencer was and he didn’t want his colleague to make a mistake, to upset Samantha even more than how she is already.

It’s normal to be affected by these crimes, especially if they’ve involved you in the past.

“How can you be sure Robert is the one behind the murders?” David asks

Samantha shrugs, looking away from the man in front of her. “Because he threatened us before leaving this town. When we were sent away, me and all the other women, we were forced to have a conversation with him. Our parents thought we could fix things with him, because they didn’t want our family to get a bad reputation.”

Spencer uncrosses his legs, leaning forward with his body. “Why do you think he got to Beatrice, Zoe and Elisabeth first? And not you or Olivia?”

“I have no idea.” – the young woman whimpers, covering her face with her hands – “I was the first one he hurt, then there was Olivia and Victoria. All the others came after.”

David glances at Spencer, tilting his head. “He’s grabbing them from the last one to the first. He’s going backwards."

The young doctor tightens his hands in fists, breathing through his nose. All the proofs are pointing to your uncle and Spencer wonders if you’ve already found him, or at least understood his pattern.

From what the team is gathering from these conversations with Robert’s first victims, is that he’s killing all of his old victims backwards. Elizabeth first, Zoe second and Beatrice third. Which means Victoria is the next, the woman who’s already missing, then Olivia, Samantha... and you.

Spencer is not going to allow him to get to that point.

He’ll stop Robert, no matter what it takes. He can’t let him get to you or he’ll never forgive himself. Spencer has disappointed you already by ratting you out to the FBI and pretending to be caring for you; he was supposed to let you kill your father, but you didn’t. He survived. And now... not only do you want to kill your father, probably, but you want to make sure that your Uncle gets locked up before he gets to you.

Spencer knows that you won’t stop until you find him, but he also wants to prove to you how loyal he is.

Even if it kills him.

“We really appreciated your help, Samantha.” – David says, standing up from the couch – “You and Olivia will be protected until we find Robert.”

Spencer glances at his colleague, then he takes a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, Samantha? Before we leave?”

The young woman nods eagerly. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

“Has Robert ever spoken about someone named Y/N?”

David immediately turns his head to look at Spencer, surprised that he would even think about mentioning you in such a difficult situation. David knows how Spencer is becoming obsessed with you now that you’re out of prison and he understands why Spencer is so nervous, why he’s trying his best to find you, but he can’t bring you up every single time he has the chance to.

It’s a question that can easily make Samantha retract everything.

However, the woman seems to be eager to answer.

“I don’t remember much, but she was with him when he... When he caught me.”

Spencer’s heart drops in his chest. He wasn’t expecting this answer.

“Was she there when...”

David leaves the sentence hanging, not sure if he should use the word in front of Samantha. Not every victim can handle the sound of it so he has to be careful. He doesn’t want to scare her or trigger a panic attack – it can easily happen.

“Yes. I... I don’t remember much, Agent Rossi.” – Samantha says, furrowing her brows and turning to look at Spencer – “She was young, Doctor Reid. She probably was 7 or 8 years old, she was so small.”

You were so young.

A child.

David never felt bad for you because of the actions you’ve done in your present, but he can’t help but think about how you could’ve been different. How a normal family, a mental health counsellor, a psychologist or a psychiatrist, could’ve helped you become... better.

“Did he force her to touch you?”

“No, no. He kept yelling at her to stay back, to stop crying and observe.” – Samantha sniffles, brushing the back of her hand under her right eye – “He told her that one day she was going to end up like me.”

Spencer stands up from the couch in the blink of an eye and, waving at Samantha, storms out of her apartment. He can’t fucking believe what he just heard her saying, how Robert threatened to rape you once you grew older – but did that happen? Did that really happen or did you get away before he could do it?

Even if you did, the fear those words might have struck in you pushed you to become the way you are today.

Spencer wants to find Robert and rip his throat apart. He wants him to suffer, he wants to kill him with his bare hands and leave his body to the weather, to the animals. Robert doesn’t deserve to be brought to justice, he deserves to get killed – in the worst way possible.

In the most painful, atrocious, torturous way that exists.

“I was a child when you did what you did.”

He grits his teeth. “I never touched you.”

“You didn’t. But you told him to touch me, to raise me as his. You told him to love me as one of his children when all the damage was already done.”

Spencer keeps replaying the words you yelled at your father before killing him. You had tears in your eyes, your chest was rising up and down rapidly. You were so angry, so terrified in that moment that Spencer would’ve loved to hug you from behind and comfort you.

You looked so small in that moment, pretending to be a fearless creature when in reality you just wanted a normal family. A family that loved you, that helped you grow up, that showed you how love and courage can turn you into an incredible person.

But no, your family turned you into a monster.

A monster that, despite the murders, has only hurt people who deserved it.

Spencer hated seeing you like that, with the anger blossoming in your heart and your fingers tightening against the edge of the table. And at first, he didn’t even think about your words. He was so focused on your body language that he actually forgot what you were saying.

“Spencer? What’s up with you today?”

“Nothing, I just want to find this son of a bitch before he hurts Victoria. We don’t know how long she has been taken for and I’m worried she might not have much time.” - Spencer spits out, placing a hand over his gun attached to his hip holster - “What if he gets to Da… Y/N? What if he finds her?”

David goes silent, noticing the third mistake Spencer has made.

“I’m sure Y/N can protect herself. She’s not stupid and she’s not worried about using a knife.” - David answers him, crossing his arms to his chest - “Did you know he used to do this?"

Spencer shakes his head, heading to the car not too far from Samantha’s house. “No. We didn’t talk much when I was with Y/N, but she hinted at something when she was talking to her father.”

The older agent hums, jumping into the car. “I remember when you said that.”

“She said: ‘But you told him to touch me, to raise me as his. You told him to love me as one of his children when all the damage was already done.’”

David turns the engine of the car on. “If we don’t find him in time and he doesn’t get to Olivia and Samantha, he’ll definitely look for Y/N.”

“That can’t happen.”

Rossi stays silent, noting in his brain Spencer’s odd behaviour.

The day after Spencer’s conversation with Samantha, Victoria’s body is found at Fort Barnard’s Park. Dismembered, like all the others, and in the same exact position – which means Robert struck again, regardless of his knowledge about the FBI working actively on the case.

Spencer couldn’t sleep the night before.

He laid the Black Dahlia on his pillow and spent the whole night looking at it, as if he was hypnotized. He dreamed about you being there on the bed with him, of him being able to wrap his arms around your neck and kiss you, of him whispering to you that you were going to be safe because he wouldn’t have left you.

Now, with a fourth body on his back, Spencer knows that he has to be quick.

It’s been seven days since he has arrived in Arlington, seven days since you’ve sent him that message through your flower – and Spencer is worried you might get impatient. You don’t really like waiting, however you didn’t do anything to Robert – which is why Spencer was confused at first.

Even though he understood that Robert was his test, to prove his loyalty to you, Spencer couldn’t understand why you didn’t want to kill him yourself. Whether he touched you or not, Spencer expected you to get your revenge on him as well – just like you did with your father, but you didn’t.

Why?

Just to let Spencer prove his devotion for you?

Just to let Spencer prove his desperation to have you or see you?

“Spencer can’t know about this.”

He stops in his tracks as the sound of JJ’s voice captures his attention.

“He has to know, Emily.”

“No, he doesn’t. Spencer needs to stay focused on this case.” – Emily says, her voice stern and not discussable - “I’m not going to jeopardize this investigation just because someone claimed to have seen Y/N around. She’s not the main focus of this investigation.”

Spencer knows very well you’re in this town. You’ve been in Arlington probably even before the team arrived, triggered by the presence of your Uncle and your thirst for revenge over him. You’ve been quiet, too quiet, but apparently now someone saw you.

Spencer knows he shouldn’t be happy, because if that sighting is true, then you’re in danger. What if Emily decides to hunt you down in private? What if she asks another team to hunt you down while they focus on Robert? What if she wants to catch two birds with one stone?

Taking a step forward, Spencer opens the door of the room his team is settled in. JJ looks at him for a brief moment, then she sits back on her chair and keeps working on her file whereas Tara and Emily head out to talk to the head of the police department. They need to speak with whoever has seen you around, they need to make sure that you’re not going to interfere with the investigation.

When Spencer and David came back from their afternoon with Olivia, they told everything to Emily and the rest of the team.

You’re there to get your revenge over your Uncle’s behaviour towards you. If he can’t get to Olivia and Samantha because they’re being protected by local enforcement, he will have to start looking for you – and knowing you are in town, somewhere they don’t know, he can get to you easily if he knows that you’ve escaped prison.

You probably bragged about him and killing his brother, which could’ve been another trigger or at least a stressor when he found out.

Penelope didn’t find much on your father’s family, just that he and his brother were separated as soon as they got older. They weren’t bad kids, they were completely normal until your uncle started to touch women without their consent and your father began to kidnap strangers and slash their throats, with no apparent reason.

Your family was weird.

Penelope is not surprised you grew up like that, sick and twisted like them.

However, she felt bad for what happened to you and what she found out. She knows that Spencer asked her to send everything she could find on you, but Emily ordered not to – if Penelope had sent him everything, he would’ve found a way to get to Robert before everyone and choke him with his own hands.

That’s exactly what you want.

“We don’t have anything.” – David breaks the silence within the team – “People here saw Y/N, but not Robert. How’s that possible? Either he has a house nobody knows about, or there’s something wrong here.”

“Penelope already checked his old apartment with Cecily, but there’s a family living there now. She also checked the warehouse where he used to work in, but it has been turned into a supermarket.” – Luke explains, crossing his arms to his chest – “Both Samantha and Olivia said that he used to take them behind their high school, but we’ve already checked the place and there are cameras there. No one has been seen there.”

Spencer walks towards the window, opening it. “There must be a place he used to be obsessed with. A place where he’s holding all of his victims now and where he probably is now, trying to pick the next target.”

“Do you think it has something to do with his past? Maybe with his family?” JJ asks

The young doctor shrugs, leaning against the wall. “It could be. Maybe an old holiday house or something connected to his family, maybe even connected to Y/N. She was his first victim.”

David scratches his chin again. “The first?”

“Yes. Robert didn’t touch her, but he brought her with him each time he was hurting a woman.” – Luke mumbles, lowering his eyes to look at the files Penelope sent the team earlier – “She wasn’t raped, but Robert threatened to rape her once she got old enough for him. Or so we know.”

Spencer’s nose twitches as he looks out of the window, trying to repress all the anger ready to jump out of his body. It feels like he’s holding back, his hands are itching to choke something and hurt someone, but he can’t. He can’t get ahead of the team, he has to respect Emily’s orders and hope that she lets him be the one to catch him – unless he gets there first.

Unless he finds a way to get to Robert and put his hands on his neck, ending his miserable life.

“Did she go to the police to report Robert?”

“I don’t think so, otherwise the police wouldn’t have allowed the charges to be dropped.” – JJ answers, dialling Penelope’s number again – “Hey Pen.”

“Office of the Enchanted Oracle, speak and be heard.”

“When Y/N reported her uncle, who did she talk to?”

Silence fills the room for a few seconds as Penelope hums, trying to find the information requested.

“She went to the local church here in Arlington. She used to go there to attend Holy mass every Sunday when she was a child, even after her father was arrested and her mother left her.” – Penelope mumbles, reading from the screen in front of her – “Y/N reported Robert to Father Dylan.”

Spencer gets closer to the table. “Is he still in service?”

“Yes, he is.” – Penelope says – “I’m sending you his address now.”

A few seconds later, Spencer’s phone receives a text with the man’s address. He’s not sure he’s going to find Robert there, but Father Dylan must know something - either about you or Robert.

This whole situation is a mess and yes, Robert is trying to avenge the loss of his marriage and his family, but he’s also trying to get to you somehow. Spencer feels like there’s something he doesn’t know about, something you haven’t told him because you can’t let him see you.

What?

What is he missing?

“I’m going to pay a visit to Father Dylan.” – Luke says, immediately glancing at the young doctor standing beside him – “Spencer, do you want to go for a ride?”

Spencer gives him a smile, nodding. “Yes, please.”

“I have a question.”

Spencer turns to look at his colleague. “Shoot.”

Luke stops with the black car at a traffic light. “Why does Robert want to target Y/N? She was the first one to accuse him, I understand, but is it just because he’s mourning the loss of his wife?”

“Or maybe he doesn’t know his brother is still alive.” – the young doctor tells him – “And he wants to avenge his brother by using his other victims’ as an excuse to lure Y/N here. He knows she’d do anything to protect people who have been hurt the way she has, so...”

“Okay, but the first victim was murdered a few days after he was released, which means luring Y/N here wasn’t his priority.” – Luke replies to his colleague, briefly glancing at him – “Let’s stick to your theory and mine. Robert kills Elizabeth when he gets out of prison, then he gets to Zoe. He finds out Y/N tried to kill her father and she escaped prison.”

Spencer follows Luke’s train of thought. “Robert realises that getting to Y/N will be difficult, so he tries to scare her.”

"Scaring a serial killer will have the opposite effect. What if Y/N is here because she wants to kill Robert?”

Luke can’t know that you asked Spencer to kill Robert for you, so Spencer has to lie to his team again.

“It’s possible. Y/N wants to protect women who got hurt, it’s likely she wants to do the same with the women her uncle hurt in the past.” – Spencer says, unbuckling his belt once Luke has stopped driving - “I think this case is personal to her.”

“Okay, so this means Y/N heard about the murders in this town. How?”

“I don’t know. Maybe after not being able to kill her father, she decided to come back to her roots.” – the young doctor mumbles, closing the car door with a loud thud – “Maybe she just wanted to come back and see if she could start living a new life.”

Luke shakes his head, following Spencer to the entrance of the church. “It wouldn’t make sense. She hasn’t been in Arlington, there are no cases connected to her. Unless...”

“Unless we consider her past having something to do with the whole case.” Spencer finishes the sentence for him

They grow silent as soon as they step inside the church, spotting Father Dylan next to the altar. He’s fixing a vase of flowers right in front of the monstrance, so they wait to approach him until he’s done with his job.

Spencer is growing nervous as the seconds go by.

He didn’t know anything about your past because most of it was a blur or it wasn’t described in your records. If Penelope hadn’t unsealed your file and hadn’t mentioned you, Spencer would’ve never understood why you were there in the first place. At the same time, why would you pick that specific town and taunt him with flowers if the case hadn’t anything to do with you?

You’re a psychopath and you love to gloat about your crimes, but not to the point of claiming these murders as your works.

Spencer also knows you pretty well by now, he knows how you work. He has studied you, just like his team.

“Father Dylan? SSA Alvez and SSA Reid from the FBI.” – Luke interrupts Spencer’s thoughts, showing the priest his badge – “We’d like to ask you some questions.”

Father Dylan leaves the flowers on the altar. “Anything, Agents.”

Spencer looks around. There’s a strong scent of roses lingering in the air and the Church is covered in bouquets.

“Do you remember Y/N Y/L/N? She used to live here seventeen years ago.” – Spencer lowers his voice, now focused on the priest’s face – “She came to you because she had a problem with Robert Y/L/N. Her uncle.”

The priest looks surprised as he puts a heart over his chest. “Oh, I remember her. I saw her on the news a few months ago. Poor girl, she was troubled.”

‘Troubled’ isn’t even the beginning of it, but Spencer stays quiet.

You weren’t a troubled child, you were traumatised by a man who’s looking for you, who’s desperately seeking revenge for your actions and who has threatened to rape you if you hadn’t collaborated with him. You were just a child and you were forced to see a man humiliating and torturing a woman in the worst way possible, by abusing her body.

You must have been terrified in those moments. Hearing those women crying for help and begging you to do something must’ve been what led you to become who you are now. A monster seeking revenge against criminals who decided that women mean nothing – you decided to turn them into nothing, proving that women are not as weak as men make them out to be.

Spencer is not sure they’re going to find you, or at least that’s what he hopes, but he has to find Robert. He needs to prove he’s worthy of you.

“When Robert attended mass here with Y/N, was there a place they used to go?” – Luke says, noticing the priest’s confused expression – “I know this question sounds weird, but we’re looking for him and we can’t find him anywhere.”

“Robert came back to Arlington when he was released from prison. The whole town turned against him: they didn’t want him to find a new job, nobody wanted to rent him or sell him an apartment. He was lost in this town.” – the priest explains, crossing his arms to his chest – “He needed a place to stay, so I offered him a room in the rectory. I don’t live there anymore, so I thought...”

Spencer interrupts him. “Have you seen him today?”

“He was in the rectory less than ten minutes ago, he should still be here.” – Father Dylan says, pointing to the door behind the altar – “He was cleaning the garage behind the rectory. He’s probably still there!”

Luke doesn’t need Spencer to speak up about his plans, because as soon as the priest stopped talking, Spencer started to walk towards the door. In silence, Luke follows Spencer; both of them are holding their guns, ready to shoot Robert if he tries to do something.

The rectory is the perfect spot for Robert, especially if he uses the garage and doesn’t let Father Dylan near it. It’s likely they had this conversation because Spencer could see the fear behind the priest’s eyes at the mention of your uncle’s name, but it wasn’t necessary to ask particular questions. Spencer knew better.

Luke and Spencer walk down an empty hallway.

The stinging scent of bleach is what captures their attention. Why would you use an enormous amount of bleach to clean a rectory? Unless you’ve committed a murder in it and you’re trying to cover up your tracks, so the gentle priest who’s kind enough to let you stay there doesn’t know what you’re up to.

Spencer is the first one to walk inside the garage, hearing the soft sound of a female voice behind the closed door of the room he’s in. It’s not your voice, yours is much more lighter – but it doesn’t matter, because Spencer stumbles out of the garage.

Luke spots Robert not too far away from where they are.

When the man turns around and sees two Federal Agents with their guns pointed at him, he does what every criminal does best: retracts his gun and starts shooting, pushing the woman he was talking to down on the floor. She shrieks, smashing her forehead against the floor.

Spencer starts running towards him, barely noticing they’re heading inside of a cemetery. He doesn’t care, because now he has only one target. A target you begged him to find. A target that deserves to be shot right in the heart, or everywhere else on his body.

He has to get Robert.

He can’t let him get away.

He can’t let him get to you.

Spencer feels his heart throbbing hard in his chest, the adrenaline pumping into his bloodstream and rushing through his body. The blood rushing in his ears and the heaving breaths he’s taking as he runs, make Spencer think he’s not going to stop.

He won’t stop running until he catches Robert.

And when he does, it’ll be over for the man.

Right behind him, Luke is running as fast as he can. There’s something wrong in the air, he can almost taste it – Luke wants to catch Robert because of the pain he has put too many families through, but he knows that Spencer has other plans for him.

Spencer wants to kill Robert.

It’s obvious.

Still, Luke doesn’t stop him – and nobody needs to know.

“Robert Y/L/N!”

Spencer finally grasps the man by his shirt, making him trip on his own feet. Without pulling away, Spencer points the gun right between the man’s eyes. He’s about to pull the trigger, excited by the adrenaline pumping even harder through his bloodstream, when Robert decides to speak.

“You must be the Bee my Daisy is looking for.”

Spencer kicks Robert’s gun away from his hand, crushing his chest with his foot.

“You have no right to mention her name.”

“And you have no right to kill me.”

Robert manages to knock Spencer on the ground, tackling him and using a rock to press down on his throat. Spencer coughs and he can feel the oxygen decrease in his brain, in his throat, in every inch of his body – but he’s not going to stop fighting.

Just because Robert is bigger than him, it doesn’t mean he has to win.

Luke is still too far away from them and he has lost Spencer, probably because he was distracted by the desperate sound of his phone going off in his pocket. He had promised Emily to call her once they knew more about the priest’s story, but the chance to catch Robert was there.

They couldn’t let it go.

Now, Luke almost regrets it.

“You know, I’ve always thought Y/N was a gorgeous girl. Now she’s even prettier, maybe she’d let a real man touch her the way she deserves.” – Robert grits through his teeth, covering Spencer’s mouth with his hand – “Isn’t that right, Agent?”

Spencer can’t bear the sound of his pet-name coming from the man’s mouth. The image of your uncle thinking about touching you, dreaming about owning you the way Spencer had, is too much for him – he has to fight and he has to win for you, no matter what it takes.

Twisting his neck, Spencer manages to feel Robert’s fingers on his tongue – and he bites down on them, making the man yelp in pain. Blood spills out from the broken skin over his fingers and Spence can taste it on his tongue, flooding his insides with that delicious warmth you’ve felt over and over again in the last three years of your active job.

Is this how it feels to kill a man who has hurt people?

Why hasn’t Spencer felt this rush before? And why does it have to feel so fucking good?

Spencer pushes the man off his own body and immediately rolls on top of him, grasping him by the hair and smashing his head on the ground. Robert is gasping, desperately seeking to tear Spencer’s throat apart with his fingers. He tries to grab something on the ground, maybe another rock to smack Spencer with, but he’s not quick enough.

Robert wants to hurt an FBI agent, but that’s not going to happen.

Spencer grasps his gun from the floor and shoots him.

It’s self-defence, he knows it. Luke knows it, and so do you.

Sitting down on the wooden bench right behind the scene of the collision, you bring the Black Dahlia up to your nose to inhale the soft scent. The soft petals of the flower tickle your skin, but you’re used to it – you can never grow tired of that feeling.

Of that sight.

Of all the blood that has been spilled.

Blood that belongs to a man who has hurt too many people. Who has caused terrible, atrocious pain to an enormous amount of people. A man that can’t kill or taunt anybody else. A man that can’t get closer to you anymore because he’s dead.

It brings a smile to your face and it makes your heart jump in your chest.

You knew Spencer was going to prove his loyalty to you. You knew he was going to understand the message you were trying to send him and it makes you incredibly proud to know that he hasn’t said a single word to his team – otherwise you would’ve been caught by now.

Being in the same town as the FBI, who’s working on a case that involves you, is exhausting and terrifying but you had Spencer there to protect you. And he proved his loyalty again, showing you that no matter what he did less than nine months ago, he’s still your bee.

Your sweet, innocent Bee who was waiting, so desperately, for the spring to come.

Taking a step back from the wooden bench, you gently lean the Black Dahlia where you were sitting and you look back up. Those honey coloured eyes are staring back at you.

The same pair you were dreaming of at night.

The same pair that looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

The same pair that screamed at you how much they loved you.

The same pair you’re going to admire every single day for the rest of your life.

Spencer opens his mouth to say something, probably to call out your name, when Luke approaches him from behind. The honey-coloured eyes man turns to look at his colleague and then, with fear in his heart, looks back to where you were.

He doesn’t find you.

You’ve already vanished.

“Are you sure you want to be alone tonight?” – Luke asks, climbing inside his own car in the parking lot of the Headquarters – “I’m worried about you, man.”

“I’m fine, Luke. This is not the first time I get attacked by an unsub.” – Spencer mumbles, sitting on his seat and hissing when he involuntarily touches his knee with a hand – “It’s just a scratch, it’ll go away in a few weeks if not less.”

Spencer knows what Luke really means, but he’s not going to say it out loud.

Everyone on the jet was kind enough to stay quiet, ignoring the fact that Spencer Reid had a close-up fight with an unsub that whispered something awful to him. They didn’t know what it was and Spencer definitely wasn't going to tell them.

JJ and Tara fell asleep on each other’s shoulder, while David was busy reading a book. Emily and Luke spent the whole flight watching a movie, but they ended up falling asleep.

The case took a toll on everyone.

Especially on Spencer.

When he came back to his hotel room last night, after getting checked out by paramedics for those scratches on his knees and those bruises all over his neck, Spencer was hoping to find you on his bed.

He opened the door of his room with shaky hands, a smile plastered all over his lips, but he soon was disappointed.

You weren’t there.

Spencer was all alone in the bedroom. No flowers to greet him, no cheeky grin, no cocky smile, no sensual voice caressing him all over.

Nothing, he was alone.

You were there on the scene, looking at him and making sure that Spencer took care of that task you’ve begged him to complete, but then you disappeared. You were supposed to meet him, you were supposed to want him as much as he obviously wants you, but he got disappointed.

Should he still wait for you?

Should he stop obsessing over you?

The rest of the ride home from the headquarters is silent.

Spencer doesn’t want to talk. He just wants to get back home and sleep. Sleep, sleep until he’s tired of sleeping – and then he’ll read until his eyes cross and he falls asleep again.

He knows that Luke is worried about him, but there’s no need to. Spencer is not a doll that needs to be taken care of, unless you are the one to take care of him. Isn’t that what you promised him the same day you kidnapped him?

Well, it wasn’t a kidnapping.

Spencer willingly left with you after you sucked him off, looking at him with those adorable big eyes and cheeky smile. A smile that enchanted him beyond words, a smile that captured his own and broke it when you disappeared the day before.

If the truth ever comes out, what would his team do?

They’d stop trusting Spencer and they’d have every reason to do so, but they would never be able to understand his relationship with you. You might be a psychopath that doesn’t care about anybody, but you – but the way you looked at him in the eyes, the way you kissed him and made love to him... Spencer knew they all meant something.

You’re a good liar, but not a perfect one.

“Thanks for the ride, Luke.”

“No problem.” – his colleague says, stopping the car – “Have a great weekend, Spencer.”

Gathering his backpack and his leather satchel, Spencer climbs out of the car. The fresh air of the night hits him as he walks towards the entrance of his building, headed directly to his apartment. Luke drives out of the parking lot and Spencer turns around, staring at the empty road right in front of him.

Lying to your best friend is never a good idea, but Spencer can’t let Luke know that he saw you. Luke and the team can’t know that you were at the scene, carefully watching Spencer as he shot the man beneath him - or it would cause a disaster of enormous proportions.

Spencer struggles to walk up the stairs, but he manages to get to the door of his house.

Every muscle in his body is screaming at him to lay down and get the rest he so desperately needs. Spencer pulls out his keys from his coat and yawns loudly, ready to find his apartment in perfect shape and excited to finally launch himself on top of his mattress.

He has missed his bed.

Unlocking the door, Spencer enters his apartment.

All the lights are turned down. There’s no scent of flowers in the air.

Have you left Spencer for good?

Have you decided he’s not worthy of your time anymore?

Spencer closes the door behind his back and turns the lights in the living room on, kicking his shoes off and leaving his backpack on the floor. He’ll put everything away tomorrow morning, after a good night of sleep - he hopes not to dream of you, since you decided to leave him.

How is that fair?

Spencer killed your uncle for you.

You should be grateful, you could’ve left him a flower.

Sighing, Spencer unbuttons his shirt and leaves it on his couch. He needs a shower, but right now he barely has the strength to walk back to his bedroom. He’s too tired, he’s in pain and his throat hurts.

When the lights in his bedroom turn on, Spencer looks up.

Something’s not right.

With a hand on his gun and his heart pounding in his chest, he holds his breath.

Ever so gracefully, you walk out of his bedroom wearing nothing, but a skimpy black dress and a pair of matching high-heels. You’re holding a Black Dahlia in your hands as you lean against the wall, playing with the flower and inhaling the sweet scent it radiates.

Spencer can’t breathe right, and it’s not because his throat hurts.

Your eyes are filled with happiness and your smile is not cocky, it’s sincere. Spencer wasn’t expecting you to be there, he thought you left him. He thought he was never going to see you again, but you’re there.

You came back.

“Hey Bee. Did you miss me?”

Spencer lets his arms fall to his sides, admiring you. “Dahlia.”

“That’s my name.” - you whisper, walking up to him until your lips are a few inches away from his - “Don’t you ever forget it, my sweet innocent Bee.”

And without letting him answer, you close the distance between you.

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heart-gamer · 11 months

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Secret ( heartbeat fetish story )

In the vibrant city of Atlanta, lived a woman named Rebecca Thompson. By day, she worked as a waitress at a local cafe, but when the sun set, Rebecca delved into a secret world as a heartbeat fetish model. Driven by financial struggles and a desire for independence, she had discovered a lucrative opportunity to film videos that catered to the unique desires of the heartbeat fetish community.

Rebecca possessed a rare and captivating trait—a strong and visible heartbeat. This made her performances highly sought after and quickly earned her a devoted following within the community. However, her secret remained hidden from the world, known only to her closest confidant, her cousin Emily.

One day, Emily found herself in desperate need of money. She turned to Rebecca, seeking assistance. Recognizing an opportunity to help her cousin, Rebecca encouraged Emily to explore the world of heartbeat fetish modeling. She saw potential in Emily's own visible heartbeat, which she had noticed one night while Emily was sleeping. Rebecca believed that Emily could meet her financial ends by becoming a heartbeat fetish model just like her.

With trepidation and curiosity, Emily agreed to follow in Rebecca's footsteps, adopting the persona of Amara Heartwood. Rebecca became her mentor, guiding her through the intricacies of captivating the heartbeat fetish community with her visible pulse.

As Rebecca's reputation grew, she caught the attention of a prominent member of the community, Samuel Hayes. Samuel, known for his exclusive and unconventional desires, extended a rare invitation to Rebecca for a private session. Eager to please and further her success, Rebecca accepted the invitation, unaware of the dark fate that awaited her.

The night of the private session arrived, and Rebecca prepared for her breath-hold performance, displaying her captivating heartbeat to enthrall Samuel. But in a shocking turn of events, tragedy struck. Rebecca was brutally killed, her life extinguished in an instant.

News of Rebecca's death reverberated through the heartbeat fetish community, leaving its members shocked and grief-stricken. The loss of such a talented and beloved model with a unique visible heartbeat sent shockwaves through their tight-knit world.

Detective Nathan Rodriguez, a seasoned investigator with a reputation for solving intricate cases, was assigned to uncover the truth behind Rebecca's murder. As he delved into the twisted world of the heartbeat fetish community, he encountered a maze of secrets, desires, and dark obsessions.

As Detective Rodriguez peeled back the layers of secrecy, suspicions began to arise among the community members. The killer had left behind little evidence, displaying a cleverness that challenged the detective's skills. With each interview and clue, the investigation became a race against time to unveil the truth and bring the killer to justice.

In a stunning revelation, Detective Rodriguez discovered that the killer was none other than Rebecca's own brother, Jason Thompson. He had long harbored a dark and taboo heartbeat fetish, which had driven him to commit the unthinkable. The realization shook the community to its core, as they struggled to comprehend the depth of Jason's depravity.

With solid evidence in hand, Detective Rodriguez confronted Jason, bringing him to justice for the heinous crime he had committed against his own sister. The community, torn apart by the shocking revelation, slowly began to heal, leaning on one another for support in the aftermath of the tragedy.

Rebecca's memory served as a reminder of the dangers that lurked within their community, a cautionary tale that prompted them to prioritize safety and create a more vigilant environment. The loss of such a talented model with a visible heartbeat became a catalyst for change, as they vowed to protect one another from the darkness that could infiltrate their shared desires.

Atlanta's streets witnessed a community transformed, where trust was rebuilt, and the pursuit of their passions was accompanied by a renewed commitment to safety. Rebecca's legacy lived on, not just as a gifted heartbeat fetish model, but as a beacon of resilience, reminding them to cherish their desires while remaining vigilant against the shadows that may lie within.

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mvsicinthedvrk · 11 months

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hw event 15 (funky murder mystery time) plot call! hit the 'like' button and i'll send you a plotting message, maybe not today but definitely tomorrow/wednesday at the latest, and we can pick some people to plot with. this will double as a starter call; i'll add threads here as we plot them. (but as a side-note, i probably will drop most non-event stuff once this starts, just for my own sanity. if it's a thread i'm really enjoying i'll keep it but otherwise if it's not hugely plot-related it'll probably get cut, rip)

wei wuxian: this man has died 3 times already, so he's not concerned. also his personal life is going great at the moment, so I can't see him getting too distracted by these murders when he's got better things to do than panic.

wei wuxian starters for: marlene mckinnon (mcrcki)

yuri plisetsky: he is tired of this bullshit. will be compulsively texting his friends and acquaintances to make sure they don't go out alone. will he be investigating? no, because he's a 21 year old, without any background in detective work. but for plots he's more than willing to tell your character that their theories are stupid and ridiculous

yuri plisetsky starters for: lizzie midford (drvcxrys)

orpheus: probably doesn't even know this is happening, tbh. does not read the news, does not eavesdrop on people at the cafe. blissfully living his life without a care in the world.

orpheus starters for: vanellope von schweetz (flyaboveitall), sirena (vcndetta), samwise gamgee (softsliders19)

wen kexing: his security system at home and at work are great. he'll be worried about a-xiang and chengling more than anything, so he'll want to keep an eye out on them/for them, but solving a mystery is none of his business.

wen kexing starters for: zhou zishu (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

xie lian: xie lian is unfortunately in the category of 'i care too much' and 'let's work together and help solve this, okay?' he is pretty sharp when it comes to solving mysteries, but definitely wants to team up and coordinate with other people, because the more minds working together, the better! he is very optimistic that they can get this wrapped up soon.

xie lian starters for: mu qing (masqce), qi rong (tragcdysewn), ji euntak (spellbcok)

blathers: man is just trying to do his job at the museum, ok. please do not pull him into anything, he does not want to be involved, he is too aware of true crime podcasts to think that his contributions would be useful.

blathers starters for: ahkmenrah (purelybilateral), stede bonnet (softsliders19)

he xuan: this is not his fault. he did not cause this. he will have a few people he wants to keep an eye on but will be minding his own business otherwise.

he xuan starters for: shi qingxuan (irresistiibles), chunyu (tragcdysewn)

sha hualing: murderers? finally some excitement that this city needs. she will be causing problems on purpose, such as purposefully fucking with evidence and trying to leave fake clues for investigators. because that's good, cheap fun.

sha hualing starters for: eddie munson (recklcssabandon)

liu qingge: if he sees someone even vaguely suspicious, he will not hesitate to stab them with his giant fucking sword. so consider your characters warned.

liu qingge starters for: adora (flyaboveitall), anakin skywalker (recklcssabandon)

loid forger: finally a chance to utilize his spy skills! he has not been "officially" put on this case, but in the interests of helping keep the city safe, he will be investigating, so if you want anyone to team up with, give him a call.

dongfang qingcang: let everyone kill each other, he literally does not care. caring is beneath his paygrade.

chu wanning: he'll feel an obligation to contribute, probably by investigating on his own. i don't think he'd want to work with anyone else, because he doesn't want them to get potentially hurt, but that motive probably would not come across well and instead he will most likely come off like a loner asshole, rip

chu wanning starters for: mo ran (tragcdysewn), cisco ramon (vcndetta)

filippa kosta: yeah, they're ambivalent. this shit happens all the time. it is what it is and they just hope they don't get stabbed to and from work, but-- they have decent insurance, so.

filippa starters for: josh washington (purelybilateral), fred weasley (rcquicm)

qi yan: she's suspicious about why this is happening, but trying not to get involved. she works at the white house, so i'm sure tensions there are relatively high. if you have a white house employee character as well, this is a good potential plotting opportunity.

qi yan starters for: leia organa (mcrcki)

kaz brekker: keeping eyes out everywhere. he won't be trying to solve the murders unless someone he knows falls victim to it, but-- he's a good person to bounce ideas off of, because he does know crime pretty well.

kaz starters for: elliot alderson (purelybilateral), inej ghafa (irresistiibles), nikolai lantsov (rcquicm)

mo xi: he'll mostly be wanting to keep an eye out and make sure gu mang doesn't go wandering around alone, stupidly. he'll be concerned about the situation, but one or two murderers can't be that big of a deal, right?

pei ming: no murderers on the loose will keep him from enjoying a good time. he may, in fact, talk his bar owner into throwing a serial killer themed party at the bar one night. bad idea? probably. fun, though? hell yeah

pei ming starters for: victor nikiforov (irresistiibles)

lee rang: look, man is down to use this as an opportunity to cause some chaos, so if you want one of your characters to get injured or psychologically fucked with in some way, we can plot with him.

lee rang starters for: zoya nazyalensky (masqce), lee yeon (youllalwaysbemyporcelain), sabrina spellman (spellbcok)

that's what i've got! hit the like and we'll figure out a couple threads to do during the event 🎉

#hwevent15 #hw: plot call #murder mention tw #death mention tw #weapon mention tw #injury mention tw #long post tw #hw: starter call

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answersfromzestual · 2 months

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I have some important safety information I thought an old (trans) man can tell you.

I have been reading and hearing a shocking number of people of minority groups going up to potentially dangerous people and "call them out" for maybe their shirt or a logo, a tattoo, etc.

Please do not approach random people, especially since you are (maybe) associating with someone dangerous from a hate group. If you walk up to them, you are the aggressor legally. You are legally in many cases responsible if something happens between you and that person. Defamation is real, and if you call out the wrong person, you can be sued. If it is truly a person of hate you are putting yourself in a position that is not good. Getting physically injured is real.

You will solve nothing going up to a hateful person and "calling them out." You, at this point, are just as bad. You went out of your way to bring someone down or tell them what they already know and now they feel you are proving their point. You now are bringing hate into the world, by approaching that person.

You should never assume anything. What happens if that person is not part of a hate group? Maybe doesn't know a hate group is using this logo.

Even worse, what if they are dangerous and hateful? Someone truly hateful will not allow you to easily walk away.

Do not put yourself in dangerous situations like these!

You do not know what people are capable of, and the internet makes everyone easier to target. If they live in your town they can find you if they want to bad enough, the internet has made people too easy to find.

You are not karma, you do not need to call anyone out.

You are not going to fix their views, so just stay away. Please.

Enough minorities are murdered and assaulted. You dont need to make yourself a target.

Help an old person load their groceries, ask a mother with squirmy children if she needs some help loading up her car. Help someone in need if you want to do some good.

Please be safe.

#minority safety #trans minorities #real life safety #be safe #safety post #please be safe #do not approach random people #transgender #trans ftm #trangender #put pressure on government all of you #do not put yourself in danger #you can be assaulted sued or killed #not good #you do not need to try to play karma #i saw an old lady struggling to put groceries in her car i asked if she needed help she said yes and i loaded her car she paid me $2 too #i did try to refuse the money but she very much insisted me to keep it i was preop maaaybe 2yrs hrt at the time too

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Iconic Things My Coding Professors Have Said (Part 7)

"we'll be using a very heurisitc method today called ‘lets just try our best’”

“by using this model, you might come up with a solution that is sub-par but... hey, thats life"

"some people are cruel and use a blind man in their drawings to explain this graph, but i'm nice so i'll use a blindfolded man instead"

“there was actually a very interesting study done not so long ago where scientists claimed that on days when more ice cream was purchased, more murders occured as well. now, i know what you’re thinking, i’d kill someone for limencello and ferrero rocher ice cream as well BUT in this case, that correlation was wrong and it was just scientists being dumb”

"now so, we’re all off next thursday, but i also have an extra days holiday on friday, so if you're trying to email me then... yeah. good luck”

"this example illustrates why we cannot repeat this exercise on more complex DOM trees because their visual representation gets too big and inaccessible too quickly. In other words: we will not be using a more complex example in a potential exam exercise because the tree would quite simply, not fit on the exam paper”

"you know, there's a little secret that we haven't told you about before... please don't hate us, but we are about to tell you about one of the best kept secrets in the Python universe and it would have made your homework SO much easier"

Prof: “does anyone know what mistake the dumb scientists made? i’ll give you a hint; correlation is not the same as causation, so what else do you think would increase the amount of ice cream bought and also increase the amount of murders committed?” student: “being human” prof: “... the correct answer is hot temperatures, but technically, you’re not wrong”

"then we'll be looking a linear model, which is the most important part of this course. you can look at it as... the swiss army knife, if you will, of data models"

"we use the pearson correlation method which is the, uh... vanilla method"

“first of all, you can immediately see that the p-value for gender has changed. why? because i made it like that. why did i make it like that? god only knows"

"we'll be looking at the titanic dataset which is a really funny data- no, wait, i shouldn't say that, it's not a funny dataset, it's a... nice dataset to- nope, it’s not nice either. entertaining? wait, no, people died. i’m not a pyschopath, i swear"

prof: "so here’s your blindfolded man on top of the curve of the graph" student: "that’s quite a dangerous place for him to be" prof: "very dangerous for him, yes, but machine learning is very dangerous... for you especially"

"so it was actually doctors who first created the earliest version of this algorithm by using a nearest neighbors set up. so instead of looking at a new patient and trying to come up with what's wrong with them, they based their diagnosis on similar past cases. for example, if someone came in with blue hair and purple eyes and yellow skin and- wow. this is starting to sound more like a carneval than a hospital. i mean, both places are a joke, but still..."

"this is the way we solved this issue for a lot of people. it seems a bit hacky, but hey, as along as it works"

prof1: "that wasn't too difficult" prof2: "speak for yourself" prof1: "i am. i don't know what’s going on with you, but i want nothing to do with this"

"you need two predictors, or more. three way interactions can be... messy, but still possible, much like other three way activites that i could mention, but i won't, because you're still children"

#coding #compblr #computer science #data analytics #machine learning #seriously you guys #this will never end

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Heists & identities (M/M, 2.1k words)

For Day 4 of @oumamiweek's Oumami week. This work was inspired by the prompt : Weight of the world / Partners in crime

Kokichi, Rantaro, and Kaito are detectives. Every so often and interesting case happens to appear - and now they have one involving a mysterious phantom thief.

No TWs apply

“So he calls himself,” Rantaro flipped over the dossier of folders again, “A phantom thief?”

“It’s certainly pretentious.” Kaito chimed in, “I mean, leaving notes at the crime scene? What kinda thief does that? It’s like they’re trying to get caught.” “I dunno, I think it’s pretty clever,” Kokichi spoke up from the corner of the room, still looking at the criminal’s facial composite, “Also ew, who’s making these composites?”

Rantaro looked over at them, he thought they were pretty decent. Considering they had practically no eye-witnesses (someone who was on the other side of the road allegedly saw them) and had to use the details of the break in to build a profile. “Our usual guy… what’s wrong with them?”

“They- look,” Kokichi squinted at one again, then brandished it, “They’ve given him a mullet. It’s almost as bad as Kaito’s hair!”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nishsishi, what isn’t wrong with your-” “-Kaito, Kokichi,” Rantaro interrupted, “We’re detectives. Solving a case, leave this ‘till we’re off work, please?”

Moving into a more normal sitting position, Kokichi set aside the photos and began to reach for the evidence case, “Only cause you said please, y’know.” “Yeah, our bad Rantaro,” Kaito apologised, “Geez, I’m no good at thievery cases.”

“Don’t beat yourself up too much Kaito, you’re still one of the best detectives here,” Rantaro smiled, “They wouldn’t give this case to just anyone.” “Yeah, they gave it to Shuichi.” Kaito voiced the concern Rantaro had, “He’s our best detective, and he dropped the case, he dropped it!”

Kokichi looked up at this, “Well, our beloved Saihara is wanted a lot, y’know. They’ve probably sighed him over to a murder case or something boring.”

“I think he got my case,” Rantaro said, “Shouldn’t be too hard, it was pretty clear. He mainly needs to sort out the official stuff.”

“Oh, your murder one?” Kokichi lit up, “Y’know, I just finished a murder case too - want to know what the creepiest thing about it was?”

Kaito scoffed slightly, “No.”

“Awww, c’mon.” “Still no dude.”

“But it’s suuuuuper creepy,” Kokichi had spun his chair towards Kaito now, coming steadily closer, “C’mon!”

“Fine,” Rantaro broke the stalemate, “What was it, Kokichi?”

“My Rantaro cares about me!” Kokichi briefly stopped staring at Kaito to throw his boyfriend a grin, “Ok. The creepiest thing was the murder’s looks. He had a goatee!”

So used to it by now, Kaito didn’t even respond, instead flicking over the evidence and staring hard at it. Kokichi kept the eye-contact for a beat longer before also going back to his work, trying to figure out where the thief would strike next. The three worked in harmony for a while, only stopping to briefly check something with a team member or going to get something to eat. Kokichi had, rather impressively, avoided any coffee so far - although he was steadily eating an entire packet of sweets. Grape flavoured ones, of course. Rantaro still had yet to work out if his boyfriend actually liked them, or if he chose them because no-one else liked them. Both were equally as likely.

But as he pulled the case files over, Rantaro couldn’t help his mind wondering. First of all, his mind went to his boyfriend - sitting in front of him while carefully analysing his case-files, concentrating and writing rapidly, not even looking up in conversation. Then his mind went to the phantom thief, the one who was too good - potentially too good for Shuichi. The best detective here had given up the case, but why? Surely it couldn’t be because of difficulty, but if it wasn’t difficult… personal reasons? Who would he care enough about to lie for?

Eventually, Rantaro stood up - signalling everyone to stop. Kaito gave a relieved grimace as he rolled his shoulders, while Kokichi smiled as he stood up, graceful as ever. Swinging his arms slightly, Kokichi looked to Rantaro, throwing a case file his way, “Here you go, places our thief is likely to strike next. Can I get a thank you kiss?”

Kaito rolled his eyes slightly, “I’ll send you a summary of my work, you can kiss once I’ve gone.”

Watching as he left, Kokichi called after him, “You don’t want to stay and watch?”

Not bothering to dignify that with a response, Kaito continued to walk out; although Rantaro guiltily chuckled. Moving over to Kokichi, he wrapped his arms around him, “Am I meeting you tonight?”

“I wish,” Kokichi said, and Rantaro could feel his pout, “I already promised my night to something else.”

“Did you have to make it sound like that?”

“Sound like what?” Kokichi looked innocent, but his eyes were sparkling in enjoyment,”Nee-heehee, you have such a dirty mind Rantaro!”

“Sure,” Rantaro flicked Kokichi over the head, “Just don’t come home too late.” “Says you,” Kokichi looked at the schedule, “You’ve got duty today, watching one of our thief’s potential crime scenes.”

“My choice?”

“Yup! Which one are you hanging out in?”

“I’ll look over your file,” Rantaro picked it up, weighing it in his hands, “I love you!”

“Awww, love you too!”

Rantaro’s night didn’t end up being that interesting, all in all, he got home late - before immediately going to bed. Frowning slightly when he realised Kokichi wasn’t there yet, but not worried; sometimes his boyfriend would have late nights. He didn’t exactly control what was happening. Morning routines were also mainly the same as normal, Rantaro woke up slightly earlier than Kokichi and began making breakfast - laughing as his boyfriend trudged into the kitchen.

But there was something bright and fun in Kokichi’s eyes, and a hint of excitement as he hugged Rantrao before stealing the coffee. Kokichi was an intolerable coffee thief, made even worse by the fact he drank his coffee with excessive milk and sugar - just so no-one else would touch it. Although something in Rantaro admired the level of pettiness. Wriggling out of a hug Rantaro tried to trap him in, Kokichi sat down with a smile, “Good morning!”

“I’m glad to see you’re awake,” Rantaro said dryly, looking pointedly at the cup of coffee, “You could probably give the phantom thief a run for his money, y’know?”

“Ooooh, really?” Kokichi grinned, “I’m much better than him.”

“Obviously.” Rantaro said it quickly, but it was still genuine - an easy transition into the rest of their morning conversations.

The drive to work was easy enough, like it normally was, and overall pretty pleasant. As they were about to go through the door, Rantaro turned on his phone (he didn’t like to suddenly have notifications in the morning) and winced at the noise. Turning to Kokichi, he asked, “Hey, what did I miss?”

“Hm?” Kokichi looked up, and then his eyes lit up in understanding, “Oh - you mean the notifications? Our thief robbed a jewellery store, one of the faaancy ones.”

“Seriously?” Rantaro tried to run through the different locations Kokichi had given him, mentally thinking of which ones would cause a stir or which ones wouldn’t. “Tasaki?”

“Nope, Mikimoto.”

Containing the urge to swear under his breath, Rantaro instead swallowed before keeping walking, “Well, they have good security. I’m sure they’ll have captured something.”

Looking over the video evidence, they had found almost nothing. Only one camera had captured any of the events - a central one that seemed to be deliberately kept on. A figure dressed in formal white mens clothing, he even had a suit on, wore a mask as he stared at the camera and then bowed. The buttons on his suit were a darker purple, one that stood out but matched his hair - which was gelled completely upwards and sideways with spikes. An irony that Kokichi certainly didn’t fail to point out as he laughed at Kaito.

“So, the facial composite has been updated,” their chief finished saying, “And it’s Mikimoto that got broken into.”

“Mikimoto, seriously?” Kaito exclaimed, “Geez, this guy’s got balls.”

“Appropriate words in the workplace, Kaito,” Rantaro chided gently, before glaring as Kokichi immediately copied his words. “You too, ‘Kichi.”

“I’ll leave you to your work, we need to find them soon.”

This time, Kokichi waited until the person he was mocking was out of the room to mock him, “‘We need to find them soon’ - what else does he think you’ve been working on?”

“We’ve been working on,” Rantaro corrected, “I still think what we were doing works, so let’s keep the roles we were doing.”

“You got it, boss!” Kokichi put on slightly over-the-top enthusiasm, but as he sat cross-legged in the chair he certainly was dedicated. Doing mostly the same routine, the three worked together again - although it was slightly less silent than before. Ideas were thrown around this time, and Kokichi continued to find the phantom thief’s hair hilarious. Kokichi also developed a game where he would leave to get coffee/take something out of his secret sweet stash and put a picture of the culprit on Kaito’s hair - carefully balanced. It had been funny the first time and now, on the sixth try, it was still amusing.

The night began the same too, although now Rantaro was in a different location. Thankfully a second detective had been brought along with him - Kaito. Kokichi would’ve joined them, but he had another outing; it was fair enough as Kokichi had probably contributed the most to their dossier. He could always get inside the mind of the culprit, and it was honestly impressive. Just one more thing that made Rantaro more proud of his boyfriend. Smiling, he began to daydream before-

“Hey Rantaro, did you hear that?” Kaito’s whisper cut across them suddenly, his eyes wide in both nerves and determination.

“Hear what?” Rantaro asked sheepishly.

“There was a noise,” Kaito insisted, “Look - the camera’s are off!”

Following his gaze, Rantaro felt determination solidify. “You go to the jewellery room, I’ll go to the exit?”

“Sounds good!”

With surprisingly light footsteps, Kaito sped away to the main (and more expensive) rooms, while Rantaro began to go to the doors - moving quickly while also trying to be silent. Pausing between two doors, Rantaro tried to listen as he suddenly heard movement. Hushed voices, probably instructions. Taking one hand on his phone, to call for back-up, Rantaro pushed open the door, “Hands up!”

The figure was dressed in white, just like he had been in the security camera video. His hair was the same darker purple colour, almost midnight purple in the light, and down; hair swooping into spikes and wildly, yet attractively, tangled. His gloved hands were reaching for someone in the window, but jolted in fright and withdrew, his hand instead going to his pocket. Then, the hand stopped and the movement became more measured. Graceful, almost feline-like, the phantom thief stood up and took (thankfully empty) hands out of his pockets. Calling casually, almost cheerfully, he spoke to the people outside, “Don’t worry guys, meet you in a few hours?”

There must have been agreement because the masked figure turned around, but all Rantaro could focus on was that he recognized the voice. It was deeper than it normally was, but it was still unmistakably Kokichi’s.

His boyfriend, who was a detective, was also the now notorious phantom thief? They even had the same hair, the same height, the same build, the same stature. As he kept staring, Rantaro could only formulate the thoughts ‘why didn’t you figure it out sooner?’. Kokichi stayed moving lightly, rocking on the balls of his feet, “Soooo, you gonna tie me up and rough up my body, Mr. Detective?”

“I-” for some reason, that was the word that shocked Rantaro out of his slumber, “We’re in a relationship, d’you just make this offer for anyone?”

“I meannnn,” Kokichi’s acting was immaculate, even now, “Do you make an offer to date any criminal you meet?”

“I know it’s you, Kokichi.”

“Shit.”

Kokichi’s real voice had come through now, and Rantaro could imagine the pout as well as the slightly moving eyes, a symbol of his nervousness. Then his voice lost its act, and became more pleading, “‘Taro, I… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you even doing this?”

“Cause it’s fun obvi,” Kokichi responded, before quickly following up, “That was a lie. I’m helping a friend who needs money, quick. Not for anything nefarious!”

“‘Kichi, this is illegal…”

“I-” Kokichi looked away for a second, “C’mon, if the great Shuichi Saihara can’t figure this case out, can we reallllly do it?”

“We absolutely-” Rantaro reacted on instinct before he thought about what Kokichi was asking. And for some reason, love immediately won out. “No more heists.”

“No more heists.” Kokichi echoed, his smile immediately coming into his voice, “Now help me escape?”

Rantaro moved quickly, helping him out of the window, “No more heists!”

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